All language subtitles for The Pretender s04e06 treme.eng

All right, could it be behind
door number one, two or three?

And you have first choice right
now, Kathy. What door do you want?

Three. -Door number three.

And, Debbie? Debbie,
just for the fun of it-

Just for the fun of it, which one would
you have chosen if you went for it?

Two. -Number two. What
was behind number two?

Just two
-$2, 000 in cash...

because the super deal
was behind... number one!

And number three had the $1,000.

Ready to take the plunge?

Ready. It's my "big deal of the day."

Jarod must've screwed up bad...

if they sent three of ya
out here to close him down.

You sure that you're his
Amway field representatives?

Do you really think that we could
fool someone as smart as yourself?

Well, uh, I-I guess
it's that Amway thing.

Uh, I just never thought of Jarod as
a glycerin and honey soap kind of guy.

That is what you people
sell, isn't it? Soap?

Yeah, uh, everything
from, uh, baby shampoo...

to, uh, industrial-strength
pool cleaner.

That'd be good for you.

Oh, look.

The Match Game, the home version.

Uh, Jarod, he's a regular
lightning round lunatic.

When he's not surfin' the waves,
he's surfin' the Game Show Channel.

Parker?

Pushing the Limits.

Taking Risks. Confessions
of an Adrenaline Junkie.

What are we talkin' about here, Syd?

Jarod Knievel jumping
Buicks at Caesars?

It's daredevil stuff, you know?
He's always doing dangerous things...

Iike night surfing
and street luge and-

He even strapped that
bullet proof vest on

once and he had me
shoot him blindfolded!

All manifestations of an
obsession with risk-taking.

What kind of training do you put
your sales people through, actually?

We'll send you a brochure.
Dr. Quackenbush...

once again, your diagnosis has
come too late to find Jarod.

Well, not that late. He
left less than an hour ago.

Was that with or
without his blindfold?

You don't need a blindfold
to jump off a bridge.

You sure you want to stay
with this old cord, Jarod?

You've done 295 on this one.

Well, I only really
need it to last 296.

There are Pretenders among us.

I was taken from my family.

Thirty-six hours and
he's already demonstrating

more talent than any of our others.

How many people died
because of what I thought up?

Since I broke out, I've spent
every moment searching for my past.

He's a Pretender-

A genius who can become
anyone that he wants to be.

The Centre wants him
alive. -Preferably.

He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

You a doctor? -I am today.

Mr. Goltz's M. R. I.
reveals a closed fracture...

of the right parietal bone
with a subdural hematoma.

We've inserted a C. S. F.. shunt...

so we should know more
once his edema's resolved.

I notice on his admission chart the

presence of glass
fragments in his hair.

It's a mystery. I assumed
they came from his glasses.

But his mother says
Tony doesn't wear them.

Could it have been a sports goggle of
some kind? -No. Industrial-grade glass.

I, uh, did a lab analysis myself.

You did it, not the police?

They're treating the entire Goltz
case as a bungee stunt gone bad.

Open and shut. No more, no less.

Tony? Honey, come on back home.

Your sister and I miss you so.

I always keep my family close too.

Sorry. You must be Dr. Nichols.

Call me Jarod. -Oh, please, sit down.

When Tony wakes up, I
just want him to remember.

Actually, I didn't think I'd
ever see these photos again.

I thought Tony's wallet had
been lost in the accident...

but somebody found it at the
nurses' station this morning.

It was left in that envelope
wrapped in wax paper.

Well, at least the
pictures were still there.

His sister Carrie took
those at his last birthday.

A week later, he was
off looking for his dad.

He was searching for his father?

His father rode off on a dirt
bike in '91 and never looked back.

Searching for your
family. It's instinct.

Now his sister Carrie's doing it.

Not long after we came out here to
look after Tony, she just took off.

I'm just hoping that
someday, we'll all

be smiling like in
those pictures again.

The best therapy for him is to hear

the voice of his
family and his friends.

I guess that's just
me now. His friends

used to come by and
visit, but they stopped.

Where are they? -I don't know.

He and his daredevil friend Zed...

used to ride motorcycles out
at a place called Willow Ridge.

I guess Zed's riding alone now.

You okay?

Hey, no problem. I always
wanted to be a hood ornament.

I'll take that as a "yes."

You know, the way you flew up my
tailpipe, I thought you were a cop.

Not today. Are you
sure you're all right?

No, it's okay. The
chick can handle it.

Chicks? They call me Jarod.

Friends call me Shay. -Hmm.

Friends like Zed?

You know Zed? -I understand that
he and his friends race this road.

Huh. Well, maybe I was right
about you. Maybe you are a cop.

Just somebody tryin'
to fight the boredom.

Oh, by the way, nice racing.

It's not exactly a police
escort, but I have an extra seat.

Ask me, Speed Racer's
kissed the asphalt...

one too many times without a helmet.

Could be a psychotic cry for help.

Hi, Sis. So I heard Jarod
never came back to his lair.

Any luck deciphering
his new occupation?

Don't quote me, but I think he
morphed into the human cannonball.

Jarod seems to be
exhibiting all the signs

of an obsession with
extreme thrill-seeking.

Hmm. Maybe he's rejuvenating.

Some jump off cliffs,
others seek religion.

I, for one, replenish my
soul by going back to nature.

Oh. -What, surprised
to find I like to camp?

No. Surprised to find you have a soul.

On that loving note, I'm off
to the wilds for three days.

My office will know how to reach me.

I can die now. I've seen it all.

You wanna bet?

They were just delivered.

Scratch "human cannonball."

He's freakin' Chuck Barris.
-Well, actually, Monty Hall.

And what exactly is the deal
with Jarod's Big Deal, Broots?

We open door number one with this key.

What about the other
two? -Time-locked.

They'll open at predetermined
intervals. -Give me that.

Okay, quizmaster, what
is behind door number one?

Looks like a giant fortune cookie.

It is a giant fortune cookie.

So what's our future hold?

It's not about our future.
It's about the past.

It's a dinner bill
from a few weeks ago.

"The Hidden Truth." And the
waitress was called May Lin.

"The Hidden Truth." Yeah. That's the

Chinese restaurant I
pass by on my way here.

I've never been there.
-Me either. You, Syd?

I don't eat rice.

So what do you think
it means, Miss Parker?

That we need reservations.

You lose.

Yo, Zeddie, Jojo, Mackey.

What up, Shay? Where you been,
chillin' on a beach with a coldie?

Just riding. -Yeah?

You gonna do that luge in a wet suit?

I've been surfin'
today, darlin'. Jojo?

But I hear that
whaling stretch of road

in the Glen's gettin'
shut down next week.

So they're dropping the hill?
-Not soon enough. Name's Zed.

Jarod. -He's not some Jehovah's
Witness knockin' on my door, is he?

Well, I've witnessed a
lot, but never Jehovah.

That's good, 'cause I'm
broke. And I haven't seen God.

At least not since I had that awesome

meltdown lugin' a canyon
last week, hey, guys?

Right on!

You like to ride, "J"?
-Anything and everything.

What do you do for a living?

Well, I seem to have trouble
holding down a steady job.

I get bored pretty easily.

Ah, boredom. The endless bowel.

What about yourself? -A job
here, a job there, you know.

Whatever keeps Cheerios on
the table. -Amen to that.

He can ride, Zed. I know
since Tony's been out...

you've been looking for
another player. -Is that right?

You up for an endorphin
fix? -If it takes

more nad than luging
down a canyon, sure.

Why not? -Well, if you
got 'em, bring 'em along.

Then you tell me.

Come on, mates.

200 yards, head on.

Keep your wheels on the double yellow.

In the old days,
they used to call this

chicken. I think of
it more of a chance...

to, uh, get a grin from the gods.

Let's make them smile.

Let's do it.

I'm damn good, Jarod, but Zed's great.

Don't blink. He's cageable.

Oh! -Ooh!

Nice one, "J" man. Not even
my mate Tony took me that far.

There's a spot in my
tribe if you want it.

Mmm. Got nothin' better to do.

You know, I've never seen Zed
take to anybody so fast, Jarod.

Easy come, easy go, I guess.

Are you talking about Tony? -Yeah.

Who is this guy? -Tony used to hang
with the group before I got here.

Then he got messed up in a bungee
accident a little over a month ago.

Did his cord break?

Frayed or something while takin' a
plunge off the Parker's Mill Road.

The doctors don't give
him much of a chance.

But, hey, like Zed always says,
first one to 40 alive loses.

"J" man!

I'm really glad you made it tonight.

I don't know if Shay told
you, but Friday nights...

we don't exactly square
dance around the radio.

We like to try new
things, push the envelope.

Then let's make the
gods grin. -No, no, no.

Let's make 'em laugh out loud. -Whoo!

Free the brain, free the body.

Free the body, free the soul.

And you thought we were goin'
hang glidin' tonight, "J."

Fire walkers in Mauritius learn how
to channel their fears, harness them...

to create a power that
could not be denied.

It's a power free for the taking.

Nothing is free.

I'm startin' to think you're a
slave to the same demons I am, "J."

Without demons, there
can be no angels.

F. Y. I.

Basaltic rock. It's a much
better conductor of heat.

If you're going to free
your soul, I say free it.

I guess our Chinese dinner was
officially a zonk last night.

Any results yet on that dinner
bill from the fortune cookie?

Well, my pal Bodie down in
Physical did a rush job for me.

The geek with cloudy
cataracts? -Yeah.

Have you seen them lately?
It's milkier than a Guernsey.

Says the kids love it on Halloween.
Some zombie thing he does.

The results,
Broots. -Uh-

The-The only prints on the
bill belong to the waitress.

May, last name, Lin.

The one who quit over a month
ago with no forwarding address?

Like I said, zonk.

Oh, Miss Parker? Jarod's
door number two just opened.

Come see what I found inside.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

It's time for another exciting
game of You Don't Have a Clue.

I'm your host, Jarod Winkerdale...

and it's time to see
if you have a clue.

This is no stress disorder,
Syd. It's Chernobyl of the brain.

Today's lucky contestant
is Miss Parker!

She'll have overnight
to figure out her clue.

And if she does, she'll win a trip to

the beautiful Cabins
O' Love hideaway...

nestled into the rolling hills
of Thompson, West Virginia.

Don't look at me. I watch soaps.

Okay, Miss Parker, here's your clue.

The hidden truth may be missing...

but you won't find it
until you claim your prize.

"The hidden truth."

The name of the restaurant.
-"May. May missing."

The waitress May Lin is missing.

"You won't find it until
you claim your prize."

A trip to the beautiful
Cabins 0' Love.

Beautiful indeed.

Tony's wallet had been
lost in the accident...

but somebody found it at the
nurses' station this morning.

It was left in that envelope
wrapped in wax paper.

Four bucks. -These are delicious.

Oughta be. Harry's got the
dirtiest dirty water dogs in town.

Four duckies.

My wallet.

Have you seen my wallet?
-How would I know where it is?

Well, since you have such a
knack for finding wallets...

I thought maybe you
knew where mine was.

Look, when I saw on the news...

that the guy was in a coma from
that bungee accident, I felt guilty.

Oh, an honorable thief. -I
didn't rob him. I found it.

About a month ago in
the bushes when I was

sweepin' up glass.
-Industrial-grade glass.

It was on the sidewalk
below that high-rise there.

The morning after the robbery, a
rare coin dealer on the 30th floor.

A bunch of'em zip-lined from that

building through the
windows to that one.

You'd have to be crazy
to try a stunt like that.

Or searching for your soul.

Jarod, what are you doing?

I was looking for a wrench.
My-My bike's losing compression.

And you? -Oh, uh, I
thought you were Zed.

Did you take this picture?

No. Before I got here.

Is that Tony? -Yeah.

I-I guess. Zed used to talk about him
all the time right after the accident.

More than he does now.

Tony and Zed, they were
really good friends?

Tony was in Zed's inner group.

See, with Zed it's all
about the ultimate thrill...

pushing the envelope, challenging the

people around him to
find their true selves.

When he thinks you're ready, he
invites you on the ultimate thrill.

Ultimate thrill, or ultimate test?

Both, I guess. -Have
you been invited?

I guess he doesn't think
I'm ready yet. -And Tony?

Was that the ultimate
thrill, or the ultimate test?

I don't know. If you're
not in, you're not in.

Well, I didn't mean to interrupt.

I'll see you later.

So when does all this
fun begin? -Meaning?

Meaning I'm not hanging
around here for my health.

The only people around
here who are having

any fun are you and
your merry little men.

Well, those merry little men
are special people, Jarod.

People who have proven
themselves, you know?

Pushed the limits of both
mind and body. -And the law?

Your toys, they weren't exactly
dropped off by Santa Claus, were they?

Like I said, "J, " whatever it
takes to put Cheerios on the table.

Do you think you have
what it takes, Jarod?

I don't know. Why
don't you be the judge?

It's simple, "J." I dump you in
the water, then I throw in a key.

Object: Free yourself before you die.

Zed, this is too far. -A closed
mind is a crippled mind, Shay.

Make fear work for you. Conquer it.

Jarod knows. You have to
taste death to live life.

Right? Oh, I almost forgot.

Can you conquer the fear, "J"?
-You'd be surprised what I can do.

One minute. -Give him the key.

He's just gettin' started, my love.

What are you doing?
-Like the ads say...

helping him be all that he can be.

How about you, Shay? How far
will you push it to be your best?

Ninety seconds.

Two minutes.

No. He don't want help.

2:15.

Mind conquers body. Welcome
to the other side, "J."

Welcome to the merry men.

May Lin stayed in this cabin here.

Perfect.

I tried to engage May in
some occasional chitchat...

but the little waitress
was a bit stand-offish.

I can't imagine what would make
her uncomfortable around here.

Me neither. But I guess them people
just like to stick to themselves.

What kind of a racist comment is that?

Oh, no. I'm not unsophisticated.

I was talking about her
gender. Single woman and such.

You're unattached, aren't you?

As unattached as your
limbs are gonna be...

if you keep eyeballing
me like that, Mr. Datsun.

Well, anyhoo...

May Lin up and vamoosed in the middle
of the night, skippin' on her bill.

Left her stuff behind
too. Three dresses,

four tops, shoes, socks, cosmetics...

and six pair of...
little black panties.

Well, I had to inventory it.

I bet you did. -Kinda creepy.

Pretty girl like that
just vanishin' and all.

Yeah. Creepy.

A good wrench is hard
to come by, isn't it...

Carrie?

How'd you know?

The pain in your eyes when you
saw your brother in this picture.

Tony is your brother. Your
mother is very worried about you.

I'm gonna find out
what happened to Tony.

Now, I know Zed is responsible.
I just can't prove it yet.

Zed is not someone that you mess with.

Now, he talks a mean game
about life and about death...

but when push comes to shove,
you'll be the one doing the dying.

I'm here to help you. You're
gonna have to trust me.

Tony told me that he met this-

He met this guy named Zed, who
promised to help him find our father.

He said he used to ride
with Dad back in '96.

Tony trusted him. He believed him.

What happened?

A month ago, the night of
Tony's accident, he called me.

I told him that our mother got
a call from our grandmother...

and they hadn't spoken in years.

She said my father died in '92.

That's way before Zed
claims he knew him.

So Zed was stringing
your brother along.

Tony got really angry, and he
said he was gonna confront Zed.

But I guess he never got the chance.

Maybe he did. Carrie, you
are in way over your head.

I want you to go home
and be with your family.

I'll find out what really
happened to your brother. -No!

No way. All right.

You mess with my
family, you mess with me.

Carrie, listen to me. -I
don't even know who you are.

I have no idea how you got involved
in this, Jarod, but... I like you.

So don't cross me. Please?

Find anything at the Cabins O'Love?

Yeah. How to ruin a pair
of Gucci's with red clay.

Yeah, that's funny. The entire
trip was a regular laugh riot...

thanks to Jarod's whacked-out
rendition of Alex Trebek.

It's Monty Hall.

No time like the present to
find out just how whacked-out.

What is it?

Something for you to clean
up your theories with.

There's a note.

"Be careful what you dig for."

There's an address on here.

It's Lyle's address. -Huh.

Hmm.

Sorry, love. It's up
to you. What do you say?

"J." Same invite stands
for you as it does for Shay.

Invite? -Yeah.

Got a juicy little excursion to
the other side planned for tonight.

That is, if you're up to it.

Anything Jarod can handle,
I can too. -Even death?

As the ancients said...

when the gods created man, they saw
death and saved life for themselves.

I say, since we can't live
forever, let's at least live.

Time to do battle with the
gods. Pass tonight's test...

and there'll be no limit.

You don't have to do this, Carrie.

The name is Shay. Don't forget it.

Good news, Shay. The
owners of the house

aren't home, makin' your job easier.

There's a set of blueprints
in the desk in the office.

Bring them to me, win valuable prizes.

You want me to rob the house?

This is not about stealin', love.

This is about pushin' the envelope.

She's not ready. -I can do it!

Hey, I know you can do
it. But can you feel it?

Can you feel the danger?

That's your passage to the other side.

Yeah, Pac Tech Security? I'd
like to report a burglary.

1600 Seaward.

You're setting her up? -I'm just
adding a dash of Tabasco to the soup.

You're sending her into a
danger she's not ready for.

There's only one way
to find out, you know?

Uh, hello. Sorry. I just
made a real big mistake.

It was just my daughter
coming home late without a key.

You're messin' with my game.
-Just tryin' to have a little fun.

Raise the bar a little
bit. Nothing like

a few 911 calls to spice up the soup.

Go.

Circle.

Carrie?

Carrie?

It's me! It's me! It's me. -Jarod!

I did it. I got the
blueprints. -You're bleeding.

I cut myself breaking in, and-

Freeze! Police!

Damn it!

Go that way!

Stop!

Go, go, go! Move it!

"J" man. The Cheerios
are in the cupboard.

Damn thing started bleeding again. I

was looking for
something to stop it up.

Yeah, well, there's no thrill
in bleedin' to death, is there?

You know, whether
it's a suicide lunge...

bungee dive, it's all about trust...

in yourself and the ones around you.

Trust is key. -Exactly.

First aid kit's in the bathroom
down the hall. -Thank you.

It's me. Shh. It's Jarod.
We're getting out of here.

Jarod, Zed's been asking for
you all night. It's almost time.

For what, his final challenge?
You're coming with me. -Forget it!

If this son ofa bitch
is responsible for

my brother's coma, I have to prove it.

That's going to be very difficult
for you to do from prison.

I found out that the Acme Warehouse
is a front for money laundering.

He's gonna use you to steal cash...

just like he used your brother
to rob that coin dealer...

the night of your brother's
so-called accident.

Now, we are leaving.

I don't think so, "J."

You know, Shay, your brother Tony...

was the calmest dude I
ever saw at 30 stories.

You, on the other hand,
look a little pale.

But that's all right, 'cause I only

need you as a sacrificial
lamb right now.

Isn't that right, Doc? Jojo
followed you to the hospital.

I don't know who you are, but this

different identity scene
must be a rush, huh?

Let's go.

Now I know what Tony must have felt...

when you pushed him off that bridge
wearing that faulty bungee cord.

This side won't be the same without
you, "J." -Weights are in, Zeddie.

Give my best to the beast of the gods.

He'll die! -Bring her with.

You-

I sure hope Lyle is
still on his campout.

It's stuffy in here.

Being here gives me the creeps. -Wow.

His decor is like Kung
Fu meets The Jetsons.

From Chinese restaurants
to love lodges...

to this GQ spread
for anal retention...

Jarod's had us running
around in his game show hell.

Why? -To find a grand prize of
some kind here in Lyle's apartment.

Something incongruous
with the surroundings.

Something out of place.

A speck of dust would be
out of place in this joint.

I found his Centre expense report.

You can learn a lot about a man
based on the way he spends his money.

Like the fact that my thumbless sibling
rips off the Centre for everything...

from silk stockings
to herbal laxatives.

Likes to dine out too. Look at that.

There must be over a
dozen charges for The

Hidden Truth. -That's
where May Lin worked.

And he has charges from
the Cabins 0'Love Lodge.

Checked out the same
day May Lin vanished.

Miss Parker?

There's two shovels here. They
both have red clay on them.

Not unlike the clay
you found on your shoes.

Uh-oh.
-What?

There's a door.

I got a bad feeling about this.

Smile, Broots. We just won
the big deal of the day.

It's a shed, just like
the one Jarod sent us.

This doesn't make sense.

It makes perfect sense. Mr.
Lyle is locking himself away.

Oh. That makes sense?

As a child, Mr.
Lyle's foster father...

kept him locked in a
woodshed weeks at a time.

We all try to preserve
our childhood...

with one ritual or another.

In Lyle's case, this woodshed
may be the only place...

in the whole world
where he feels safe.

What does that have to do
with May Lin? -Everything.

You mean he... -I believe
the word is torture.

I believe the word is murder.

And the Jeopardy answer
is he sleeps in a shed...

just like the one he was
tortured in when he was little.

He stalks and kidnaps Asian women...

who he then brings to a
hidden torture chamber.

Who is Mr. Lyle? -Or what?

We're almost into the cash room, boys.

Got it. We're in.

It's payday. Go get the cash.

Go!

Smile, Shay. This is
supposed to be the fun part.

Come on. Let's go.

Best thrill yet. -Yo, Zeddie!

It's locked. Come on, Zeddie!

What is goin' on here? Aah!

You know, it's amazing what you can
do with a pair of wire cutters...

and a garage door opener.

Take these cuffs off
now! -That wouldn't

be any fun. Where's
the thrill in that?

Speaking of which, I
got a surprise for you.

Just... don't go away.

Here. Go to your mom.
She's worried about you.

Now, go.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm giving you something that
you didn't give Tony. A chance.

Slim, but a chance.

What's going on, "J"?
-The ultimate thrill.

The ultimate test. Or should
I say, the ultimate splat?

Wow. This cord is so old. I don't-

I don't know if it's
gonna make it through

another jump. Oh, well, like you say-

"It's time to do battle
with the beast of the gods."

Pull me up, "J, " now!
-Oh, can you feel it?

Can you feel the fear? That's
your ticket to the ultimate thrill.

Yeah! Get me down from here!

Did you give Tony Goltz
that chance? He trusted you.

He trusted you to find the father
that he'd been searching for.

He found out you lied
to him, that you were

just using him, turning
him into a thief.

Tony was gutsy... but stupid.

He was going to turn
you into the police...

so you tied him to a faulty bungee
cord and you tossed him to his death.

Only he didn't die, did he?

Now he's lying in a hospital bed
trapped inside his own body...

and he may never again
experience another thrill.

But then again, neither will you.

No. No. No.

No. No!
-Ready, set-

Okay! Okay! I did it!

I knew Tony was gonna go to the
police. Now get me down from here!

You'd better relax, Zed.

Come on. You feel
it? -Yeah, well-

You feel the danger? That's your
passage to the other side, remember?

No! -Enjoy your journey.

No! -Oh,
like you said-

You've got to taste
death to experience life.

I guess this old cord had
one more jump in it after all.

Get me out ofhere!

It's a beautiful day
in the neighborhood.

What? Jarod attend a
Monty Hall garage sale?

Mr. Lyle, you seem so, um-

Relaxed?

Yeah, I just came in
from the mountains.

I heard you had a lead on Jarod.

No, all of this... was a dead end.

Didn't even shed any light
on his personality, Syd?

No. Not on his.

Oh, well.

Um, nothing personal, but
you three look terrible.

You should take a break, rejuvenate...

get into the great outdoors,
relieve some of that stress.

God knows it makes me feel so alive.

I'm gonna throw up. -What?

One of us has to
stop him, Miss Parker.

I was too late for May Lin. -I'll
keep my eyes open. Count on it.

Jarod, we took a hell of a risk
breaking into Lyle's apartment.

Sometimes, the risks
we take are worth it.

Well, I'll see you
next time on "The Feud."

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