All language subtitles for Renegade s04e09 Studs

It wasn't necessary for you to drive me
home, Glenn.

Oh, I'm a little old -fashioned.

I hope you want to see me again.

We'll see.

May I?

You're 300 an hour, right?

My paintings.

My sculptures.

Look at this.

They've taken everything.

I wouldn't do that.

What are you talking about? I'm calling
the police.

Calling the cops is the worst thing you
could do.

Why is that?

Because.

You wouldn't want Peter to see these,
would you?

Remember this?

No.

And if you were to bring in the cops?

I'm afraid he'd have to.

You understand?

Yes.

He was a cop and good at his job, but he
committed the ultimate sin and

testified against other cops gone bad.

Cops that tried to kill him, but got the
woman he loved instead.

Framed for murder, now he prowls the
Badlands, an outlaw hunting outlaws, a

bounty hunter, a renegade.

Hey.

You call this a steakhouse?

Absolutely.

I'd offer you a chair, but as you can
see, I only have one.

I'll rough it.

My tie?

No, thanks.

What menace to society are you staking
out today?

Well, his name is Mr. Brian Congreve.
He's got a $20 ,000 bounty on top of his

head. What makes you think he's here?

See the lifeguard station right there?

Seems they're running a call girl
service out of there.

See, our lovely ladies, they park their
merchandise here on the sand. And our

lifeguards, well, they help the customer
make their choice, and no one is the

wiser. David Hasselhoff know about this?

No. I have it on good authority that
Congreve does a lot of shopping here.

Don't get too comfy. Isn't that him over
there?

Yeah. Come on, let's go.

Stop!

What are you doing with this creep?

Hey, that's a pretty boy.

She's with a real man.

That's not what they're saying. It's a
fake man.

Not to worry, young lady. You see, we
are officers of the court.

Now move along.

Hello,

Mr. Brian Congreen.

Thanks for your help. I didn't want to
spill my drink.

You know, isn't this wonderful?

Here we are. It's all done. We can have
shy Reneman, and then you and I can

enjoy the beach all day.

Oh, that would be my commodities broker.

Hello,

Larry. Speak to me, babe.

Liza?

I wasn't sure you'd come, Bobby.

Well, to tell you the truth, neither was
I.

I called you here because I didn't have
anyone else to turn to.

What about Peter?

Peter and I are divorced.

The divorce was a disaster. Peter was a
monster.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Despite the fact that he hired the most
vicious legal team ever assembled, I did

get sole custody of the kids.

Thank God for that.

So, what's the problem?

It's been about a year since the divorce
and maybe two since

Peter and I were...

This is really humiliating. No, no, no.
Please.

Go ahead. I'm listening.

I was really devastated by Peter. And
I'm not in any emotional shape to have a

relationship. And I mean, even if I
were, I wouldn't have the time between

kids and my job. I don't even have time
to sleep.

So what did you do, Liza?

I went out with an escort.

An escort?

You mean you, uh... I paid for sex.

Shocked?

No, no.

I was really lonely.

I just needed some kind of connection.

So what happened? The guy I went out
with, it was set up.

On our second date, I came home to find
my house ransacked of absolutely

everything that I owned.

Then why don't you go to the police,
Liza?

They have pictures.

Very graphic pictures of me and this
guy.

This is him.

I ripped his face off of one of the
photos.

If I so much as squeak, they're going to
give those pictures to Peter.

Well, Liza, you're a grown woman,
divorced. You can do anything that you

Peter will do anything to take my
children away from me. If he gets hold

those photographs, his attorneys can
strip me of custody in an afternoon.

So what do the blackmailers want?

They want me to keep quiet.

Kids are my life.

Will you help me, please?

I've really got a grip on her.

Bobby, we've got to get these pictures
and negatives.

Then we'll catch them in the act and
we'll put them out of business for good.

That'd be tough.

Not unless we get somebody on the
inside.

Oh, no. Not me.

Hang on and hear me out, man.

Bobby, you're not talking me into this.
What, are you crazy? It's every man's

fantasy. Not mine.

I think you're letting your imagination
run away with you. Because you know what

women really want? All they want is
romance.

You know, a little soft music, holding
hands in the moonlight.

For 300 bucks an hour?

Absolutely. And look at all those crummy
jobs that I had to go through, huh? Oh,

such as?

Rattlesnake handler, embalmer, rodeo
clown.

Listen.

Peter Maron is a cruel and vindictive
individual, pal.

Know this guy well, do you?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, Bobby. I'd love to help, but
maybe we should just back up and take a

look at this thing a different way, you
know?

Liza and I were engaged.

You know how you felt about Val?

That's exactly how I felt about Liza.

I'd do anything for her, man.

I'm going to clone it here.

Great. How does she look?

Buff and unhappy.

Just like we like them.

So who do you think she'd like?

Glenn.

Let him know.

Hey, do you have one of the power shakes
here? No.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

It'll block you. Well, great.

Maybe you can help me out. I want to
sign up for one of your aerobics

What's up, dude?

Just talking.

Why don't you do that somewhere else?
It's okay, Dwayne.

No, it's not.

You've got to be careful for some of
these guys in here.

That's sound advice.

You look like you work out.

Occasionally. Those muscles good for
anything else?

Get lost.

Okay.

How's it going?

I haven't seen you around here before.

Just come to the area?

Yeah. New job?

I've never really needed a job.

Now, how do you work that?

Well, did you ever hear that line in a
play about depending on the kindness of

stranger? These wouldn't happen to be
rich, lonely, female strangers by any

chance. I knew you were a man of
culture.

Alan Fry.

Vince Black.

So, what are you going to do to meet
these strangers?

Same thing I always do.

What's that?

Not a damn thing.

Who are you mad at?

Is it that obvious?

It is to me.

Here, cool off.

Thanks. So who is it, your husband?

How'd you guess?

Is he cheating on you?

He's not even capable of it.

He touches me once a week, he kisses me
once a month, and he makes me happy once

a year. I am going out of my mind.

Well, dump him.

Are you kidding?

I've invested nine years in his career.
I'll be damned if I'm going to lose out

on my share.

Who says you have to lose out?

Ironclad prenups.

Any boyfriends?

Are you kidding? With that kind of ammo,
Andrew would cut me out of everything.

Well, there are guys who could help you
out.

What are you talking about?

Gigolo? Well, it's a very old -fashioned
term, but that's the basic idea, yeah.

I don't think so. I couldn't. Men do it
all the time.

Oh, yeah.

Slimy guys with bad skin and cold
-bottled eyeglasses.

Oh, you mean like Charlie Sheen and Hugh
Grant?

No, I'm talking about no commitments, no
attachments, no relationships.

Just sex.

That's very healthy.

Well, have you, um, seen any of these
guys? I mean, what are they like?

On a Richter scale, we're talking eights
and nines.

That's a great fantasy.

You're a beautiful woman, sweetheart,
with legitimate needs and desires, and

Andrew can't satisfy them, you have
every reason to find someone who can.

I think I could help you out.

Give me a call tomorrow.

We'll find someone for you, okay?

Don't bother.

He's a schoolteacher.

Hi. Randy Davis.

Vince. Black, I know.

You know a lot.

Well, I'm up to own three cars between
the Concord and the Beach House.

What makes you think I don't like
schoolteachers? Don't do coy, Vince.

Coy doesn't cut it with me. Really?

What does?

Candor.

You're looking for patrons. I provide
escorts.

Here.

Why do I need you?

Because I can make you ten times the
money you make on your own.

If you're interested, come by my place
tomorrow.

Say about 11?

And if I'm not?

Your law.

Don't stop.

Let me go.

Let me go.

Oh, yes!

Nobody likes a tattletale, Liza.

I didn't go to the cars, I swear.

No, you went to the bounty hunter in the
chartreuse suit.

And when do you met him in secret?

I did talk to Sixkiller, but he won't do
anything, I swear. Just please don't

show those pictures to my husband,
please.

And you'll call off the bison eater?

Yes.

Good. Because if you don't, you'll
become an endangered species.

Dominic Sloan was supposed to be my gig.

And maybe she will be. No, no, no, no.
You didn't say maybe, Alan. You said for

sure, man. And if you think that I'm
just gonna...

You'll do what we tell you when we tell
you.

Sure, Brandy.

But you know, I'm thinking... Shut up.

Why don't you go hang ten or whatever it
is you do?

Well, what a surprise.

This is how it's gonna be.

that candidate i don't worry about him
how you doing great so

you're interested yeah i'm interested
very good so how do i make

all this money the really old -fashioned
way but first a little audition yeah

how does that work well we set up a date
and we give you the where and when and

i think you can figure out the rest how
do you decide if i got the part Well,

there's just one criterion.

Customer satisfaction.

What do I charge?

$300 an hour.

What's your cut?

Ten percent.

Only ten?

You guys must deal in high volume.

We have a few other angles.

Well, $300 is my going rate.

What's all this talk about making ten
times that?

First the audition, then we talk deal.

I don't have a lot of time.

I may act cool, but I need money.

Hungry. We like hungry.

Shoot him, Alan.

Relax.

Relax.

What's that for?

My hall of fame.

No, it's so that I can introduce my
clients to the guys.

Sorry, I don't take pictures.

Vince, if you want to play the game,
you're going to have to do it my way.

Look, nobody's going to see the
pictures, I promise you.

Only Alan, me, and the client.

They'll never leave this room. I keep
them in here, locked up tight.

All right.

Take him to wardrobe, Alan.

Who is it?

Bobby. Go away.

Liza, I heard what happened. Please let
me in.

No. You pulled me into this. You at
least owe me a 60 -second conversation.

What do you want?

For starters, I'd like to know that
you're all right.

No, I'm not. Next question.

What happened, Liza?

I can't answer that.

Now leave or I'll call the cops.

No, wait.

Hey, I'm lucky I got a second chance.

I would rather be here like this than
have Peter get those pictures.

We can't let them get away with this.

Well, that's not open for discussion.

I tried to defend myself, and look what
happened.

It won't happen again, I promise.

Just go, please.

Peter may still get these pictures, even
though you're cooperating. Do you know

that? Don't say that. It's true.

This is what they do. This is how they
work. Our only chance is to go after

them. No, and I forbid you to do it.

Now just leave it alone.

You promised.

Get some rest, Liza.

Bobby. Bobby!

No!

So, you're here.

Yeah, I almost didn't come.

Well, you'll never have to say that
again.

Um...

How does this work?

Here.

He reminds me of a garage mechanic I
dated in high school.

Is it good or bad?

A little of both, I guess.

Two white bread.

Oh, he's cute.

Yeah, he's our most popular model.

What's he like?

He's got a killer body.

He's eager to please, and he's got that
impish little boy thing going.

Works for me.

Don't make up your mind just yet.

There's something special.

He's new in town, no local connections,
and he's got great potential.

I think I want him.

Well, he's all yours.

I'm not doing this. You hear me? Not
even for you.

You want to do it for me?

Then do it for her.

This is Liza Bonham. Is it 2 a .m. this
morning?

Where'd you get this?

Special team nurse in the ER.

How about doing it for them?

Her kids?

Yeah. If Peter Marin gets his hands on
those kids, it's gonna screw up their

heads for forever.

Bobby, what happened between you and
this woman?

We met seven years ago at a charity
auction.

We got into a bidding war over some
stupid thing, and I won.

She wanted it, so I gave it to her.

You? I knew she was special even way
back then.

Afterward, I invited her for some
drinks, and we started to talk.

It was just so unlikely.

I mean, she was from the East Coast,
outside of Boston.

Came from a completely different world.
How long were you together?

Year and a half.

Best year and a half of my life.

Well, what happened?

Well, we had been dating for about a
year.

Then her ex -fiancee came out looking
for her.

With Peter Marin?

Little by little, he was pulling her
back to him.

He had some strange kind of power over
her.

Didn't she see it?

Yeah, she saw it.

She knew what was wrong. She knew what
was happening. She just wasn't strong

enough to pull away.

That must have been tough to watch.

They were married four and a half years
ago.

Except for those Christmas cards right
there, I haven't had any contact with

up until this week.

Hi.

Vin.

Oh, hello, Brandy.

It seems you've caught somebody's eye.

Really? A first -timer.

A beautiful blonde.

You should be paying me.

What's the deal?

Meet her at the bar at the Concord in an
hour.

Name's Dominique.

You'll be there?

Oh, yeah. I'll be there.

Thanks, man.

Dominique?

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Vincent Black.

Come here.

I'm still dressed.

Dominic, wait a minute.

Why?

Well, I think we should... I think we
should talk.

What? Well, talking is good.

You get to know a person a little
better. It's sexier, actually.

I don't want to talk.

Come over here.

Playing hard to get. I love that.

Get out of those pants.

All right.

I'm going to do it.

Dominique. I said no talking.

Stop.

I'm not a gigolo. Yeah, and I'm not a
frustrated housewife.

I mean it.

What are you, a cop?

No. But this isn't going to happen here
tonight.

You bastard.

You lousy, rotten son of a... Look, I'm
sorry, okay? I'm helping a woman that

was victimized. What are you talking
about?

I'm talking about Brandy and her gang.

They have a crime ring, okay?

They set people up just like you, and
then they rob them.

Oh, my God, you're kidding.

They take pictures, damaging pictures.

And then they use them against the
person and blackmail them.

I want you to see what they did this
week. She got herself into it. She can

herself.

Dominic, please.

Oh, my God.

Now, if you don't help, this woman is
going to lose her children to a man who

will destroy them.

What do you expect me to do?

Give Brandy a good report on me. You
know, tell her I was sensational.

I don't know. Listen, I've got to get
the hell out of here.

Why did you rip our bug out?

I'm shy.

I don't like strangers listening in.

Is that how you boys get your kicks?

No, fool.

That's how we get our information.

Now, it's my turn to ask the questions.

What are you up to?

I don't know what you're talking about,
man. I can smell a scam a mile away.

What am I doing talking to you?

You're the muscle.

You tell the brains I want.

Well, thanks, hon. Yeah, I'll talk to
you soon.

So how are my reviews?

Patino's never had better.

I was getting a little hot and bothered
myself, eh?

What would Big Al say?

Alan told me about your conversation.

I don't like you messing with him. Don't
do it.

Fine. And why'd you take that mic out
anyway?

I like my privacy.

So are you gonna cut me in on your
action?

You're a little pushy, you know that?

I can't afford to be polite.

I've got two vicious ex -cons after me,
and they want their money now.

Very poignant.

But I'm a businesswoman, and I only take
prudent risks.

Hey, come on, I've delivered for you.

What more do you want?

Have a seat.

Then on the next date, they take the
client to the special suite.

Which is rigged to photograph the
client's indiscretions for posterity.

Or more precisely, her husband. Then
they hold the woman's feet to the fire,

just like they did with Liza.

I tell you, man, I'm ready to go down
there with my son off shotgun and start

tearing those pictures away from him.
That won't put him out of business,

This is going to work. Well, it better.

So what do we do now?

Hope I get a second date.

Somehow, my friend, I don't think that's
going to be a problem.

Hi.

I just wanted to thank you for that
enthusiastic report.

Well, the enthusiasm was easy.

Listen, can I talk to you?

Sure. But not here.

Okay.

See what you can find out about that Mr.
Black.

Why?

Because he's just a little too good.

The truth is, I'm still in love with my
husband, but that damn job's the only

thing he has time for.

You know, it wouldn't be a bad idea to
make him a little jealous, don't you

think? I'm not talking about being
unfaithful.

All I'm saying is that give him
something to make him think a little

know? Make him see what everybody else
does.

There was something else that kept me
awake last night.

What's that?

The woman that you told me about.

I want to help her.

It's risky.

Well, that's a risk I'm willing to take.

Then hire me again.

I need more time, Randy.

This Black's a total mystery man.

Where did he live?

I couldn't find out.

Did you check the application at the
health club?

He gave his address at a hotel. They say
he's not registered.

How did he pay for his membership check
or credit card?

I don't know. I didn't check.

God, give me strength.

Hello? I'm on with Dominique Sloan.

When's the date?

Four o 'clock.

So, do you remember how it goes?

Yeah, the Concord, room 475.

Once we're in, it's Wimbledon, center
court.

Their camera's covering every inch of
that main room.

Now, when you take her home... Take her
home? That's the last place she wants to

be with me.

Well, that's your job, champ.

And don't worry about the husband. He's
out of town, and the pictures will be

there waiting for you.

Party hardy.

We're on.

Not here.

Come with me.

Come on.

Oh, no. Keep her in the room, baby.

Come on. Oh,

boy.

I thought the customer was always right.

Emma?

No, it's Michael and Lisa Marie.

Oh, baby.

Come on. Damn.

This was ill -prevented last credit card
dose.

Six pillar enterprises.

That native American son of a... I've
been waiting for this.

Wait a second.

Let's not bust him yet.

This might just work out just fine.

I'll take care of security to get the
truck ready.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, man.

Dominique.

All right, that's it. Let's go.

The only place you're going, pal, is San
Quentin. Hold it right there.

Hang up.

Drop it, or I'll drill you.

I'm getting in touch with my masculine
side.

Oh, Vince.

Oh,

Vince, let's get in the bath.

Bobby.

What's the matter?

He's not answering.

The cellular customer you are trying to
reach is currently having the crap beat

out of him.

And your next puppet.

I hope he tries something, because I
know just where to shoot him. You ready

go? Where are we going?

Two stops.

Well, what about Romeo?

Well, I think he'll keep.

Come on.

Damn. Give me the gun.

Vince, can I do it?

Yeah, sure. I'm right there.

Since we came together, I'm afraid we're
going to have to take your car. That

works for me.

Here, hop in.

You pull up alongside the truck. I'm
going to jump over.

Are you nuts?

I can't do that. Sure you can. Just hold
it two or three feet apart and keep it

there. Let me do the rest.

No!

You did this?

You'll be all right.

Well, you won't be.

I'm going to mess up that mug so good
you won't even have a face.

Oh.

Oh.

And, lady, thank you for your
assistance.

And you, sir, I've always known you just
another pretty face.

You sure he's going to show up?

Positive. His secretary's totally on my
side.

Now, Vince.

Vince, stop. Please, no, I can't.

Come on, you know I'm the right one for
you. Dump that guy.

Don't. Babe, you know you want to.

Son of a bitch.

Stay away from my wife, you understand
me?

Yeah, I understand.

Come on, darling.

You and I are going to Paris for a month
to put our lives back together.

You're looking much better.

Well, I'm feeling much better, too.

Listen, these are for you.

It's all the photographs and all the
negatives.

I can't tell you how much this means to
me, Bobby.

A simple thank you would do.

Alright.