All language subtitles for Renegade s05e22 The Bad Seed

Mom? Oh, Donnie, dear, don't be afraid.

What are you doing here, Mom?

Can't a mother check in on her only son?

But I thought... How are they treating
you? You look fine.

They told me you were dead, Mom.

Oh, well, then, it's true.

Oh, God.

I need to ask you a favor.

You know they say that a soul can't rest
easy if it isn't avenged, and I never

used to believe that.

Until now.

What do you mean, Mom?

I want revenge.

Mom?

You're bleeding, Mom.

Do it, Donnie.

Do it for your mother.

Do what, Mom?

Kill the man who killed me.

Hey, Dixon.

Who the hell are you talking to?

Nobody.

Avenge me, Donnie.

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.

Ma 'am, I don't do pets.

I don't do rodents. I'm not East
Ventura.

She's a mommy rat.

With babies.

Babies need their mommies.

She's pregnant.

Very busy rat, ma 'am.

Okay, what does it look like?

Uh -huh.

And how much is it worth?

And turning to local news, a shocking
story begins today as one of the most

famous criminal cases in Bay City
history.

The 1988 murder of Police Sergeant
Bernard Buzzy Burrell has been reopened

the city attorney's office.

New forensic and ballistic evidence
unearthed by the department's unsolved

serious doubt on the guilt of convicted
Bay City police detective and now famous

fugitive Reno Raines. The city attorney
promised a complete briefing next week.

Raines has been at large since escaping
from prison back in 1991 following a

sensational trial.

Hey, you got to hear back.

Did you hear the news?

I'm sorry, I don't have cable. You see,
that's the problem.

Maybe you can get me one of those little
satellite dishes, you know, for

Christmas. Yeah, well, they're reopening
your case.

You better be kidding. I'm not kidding
about something like that.

Saw it on the television in the office.
Heard it on the radio on my way over

here also. Why?

New evidence.

They say it's ballistic and forensic.

Well, I better head down to Baja again.

What, are you kidding?

I was going to do some snooping around.
I was going to talk to the DA, see if he

wanted to talk to you. What are you
talking about? Bobby, we've been down

road a dozen times before. It's a trap.
It's always a trap.

It's a pretty elaborate trap, Reno.

Television, radio.

Dixon's used the media before?

Not on this scale.

Well, maybe he just wants me worse.

Look, it couldn't hurt to check it out,
right? The hell it can't.

Man, every time I get my hopes up...
What, are you giving up on clearing

yourself?

All I'm saying is I'm tired.

Just... I'm just tired.

Okay, you're tired. Take a nap. Relax.

I'm gonna do some sniffing around. If I
come up with anything, I'll get back to

you. Okay?

What's your problem?

I have to relieve myself.

My, aren't we delicate.

My chains are too tight.

You're a regular bundle of problems,
ain't you, Dixon?

No, really, really, especially the left
one. Check it out.

I really, really have to relieve myself.

Take the corner to the wood!

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, um, you want me
to hit you in the head?

Say again?

No, look, you show up back there with a
grand in your pocket, and no prisoner,

even your dumbass pals are going to get
suspicious.

No, no.

But on the other hand, if I whack you
gently in the head, you can just play on

concho for a little while until they
come looking for you.

Might be worth a little excitement,
don't you think?

I'll take my chance.

All right.

Just thinking of you.

Like I said, just thinking of you.

Nice chair.

Nice view.

Nice life you got here.

I'm glad you like it.

Now get the hell out of here.

Did you get my little gift?

You mean Buzzy Burrell?

Peace offering.

Good faith gesture.

My people have a long history of good
faith gestures from your people, Dutch.

Nah, nah, nah.

It's not for you.

For your scruffy little pal, Reno
Raines.

I've got to spell it out for you.

I told Reno that I could end his legal
troubles.

He'd be willing to end this war between
us.

You tell me the deal was off, Dutch.

Oh, I changed my mind.

I want to start over.

I've been looking over my shoulder so
long, I feel like I'm Linda Blair.

Poor baby.

How do I convince you?

Turn yourself in.

Admit to all the wrongdoings, all the
murders.

Hey, I'm offering you a way out, damn
it.

Buzzy Burrell, that's just the
beginning.

You tell Reno Raines I can make this all
go away.

In exchange for what?

He relocates to another country, one
that doesn't have an extradition treaty

with the United States.

He stops investigating me.

And he never sets foot again on U .S.
soil.

When donkeys fly, Dutch.

I'm staking him to a half a million
dollars. You have any idea how far

go in a third world country?

He's single. He's got no family to hold
him here.

He's got a father. He's got a brother.
He's got me.

So you go visit him.

Look, make the offer, red man.

Tell Reno Range he's got one week.

Dutch?

Nice new place you have here.

Well, the old one had too many memories.

I can imagine.

Mind if we go inside?

Okay.

Looks like you're making the best of a
bad situation.

That's real sensible, Jack.

Sorry.

Sure, I got myself a nice place.

Melissa's murder and everything. I
figure I deserve something.

You surely do.

Want a drink?

No, no thanks.

How much does this place set you back?

I didn't mean to get personal.

I was just thinking Jeannie and I could
never afford a place like this, and I'm

three pay grades above you.

Melissa's life insurance, double
indemnity.

What's going on here?

You didn't just come by to check out my
living room.

No.

I got some news I want to give it to you
personally.

Well, if it's about Burrell, you're too
late. Sorry.

And just because the DA has offered to
reopen the case, that doesn't mean

is innocent.

Dutch, your son broke out of Perdido
Prison today.

Fractured a guard's skull. The guy's not
expected to live.

That little turd.

Okay.

I'll go after him.

No, you won't.

That's why I'm here. I got a task force
working on that.

Martin, Walzak, and Taliano.

Hey, listen, have you forgotten that
little bastard tried to kill me?

I'm not going to help him, Skip.

No, I'm afraid you'd try to return the
favor.

Well, he is my son, Jack.

Even though sometimes that's very hard
for me to believe.

You continue on all your current
assignments.

You leave your son's case alone.

Half a million bucks and you never come
back.

What do you think?

What do you think?

I don't know.

How did you read Dutch?

How do you read a scorpion?

It's poisonous. It is what it is.

Even if you handle it nicely, you may
get stung.

I don't know, man.

Last time we met, he seemed genuinely
tired of the whole circus.

Only thing is, I didn't get a chance to
play my hand.

Well, here's your chance.

What are you waiting for?

I like my job.

I get along with my boss.

I got two problems with this man.

Number one, the guy's a scorpion, just
like you said. And I'm just not sure you

can make a deal with someone like that.

Well, you pay your money, or in your
case, you collect your money, and then

take your chances.

What's number two?

He killed my fiancée.

He killed his partner. He killed his own
wife, and God knows how many other

people. Well, I can see where this
conversation's going. I don't think

should be able to get away with murder.

Becca, is that you?

I missed you, Pa.

I got lonesome for those fuzzy feelings
only family can provide.

I heard you broke out of Perdido, but I
didn't think you'd be stupid enough to

come here.

Well, normally, Dad, I wouldn't have
wasted my time, but you see, I'm a man

a mission.

And what's that?

Something I think even you can relate
to.

Revenge.

I'm going to get revenge on the man who
killed my mother.

Look, I'm sorry, I...

I should have. Told me in person?

Damn right you should have.

I found out from a fat, pimply -faced
guard named Broder.

It's just that I was so... If you say
busy, I'm going to blow your brains all

over the Berber.

She was my mother.

She was murdered in cold blood and you
didn't even call me.

Look, I'm real sorry about that.

Donnie, why don't you just leave?

I'll turn my head, I'll look the other
way.

Good old dad.

You're quite a guy.

I may be your father, but I'm still a...

What are you going to do?

I already told you, Dad.

I'm going to kill the man who murdered
my mother.

I'm going to kill Reno Rain.

So? So what?

So did you think it over? Did you
decide? I sure did.

So what's it gonna be? Eggs.

Pancakes don't stick to my ribs.

Will you stop fooling around and get
serious about this? What are you gonna

about Dutch?

Oh, man, you're gonna turn him down,
aren't you?

Look,

I thought about it all night, okay?

Let's say Dutch is telling the truth.

Let's say...

He can't clear me of all these charges.

Let's say I spend the rest of my days in
Indonesia or Morocco or somewhere like

that.

Eating fresh -cooked fish on banana
leaves, being fanned with ponfrans by

beautiful native girls as you sleep on
your hammock. That's my problem.

I know me. I won't sleep a wink.

Not with Val and Melissa Dixon living in
my head. Come on, Reno, if they were

here, what do you think Melissa and Val
would want you to do, huh? You're not

going to bring them back by suffering.

You're telling me?

If I could, they'd both be alive today.

Bottom line is this.

I can't let Dixon pay me off to get out
of all the destruction he's caused.

So what you're saying is you want
revenge.

What I want, man, is justice.

You scared me. What's up? Something
wrong? He was here, wasn't he? Who? Cut

crap, Don.

Who are you talking about, Donnie?

That's exactly who I'm talking about.

I told you if he showed up, I'd...
What's this?

A little household accident?

How many weapons did he get away with?

Two. Automatic and a Mini -14.

I ought to suspend your butt right now.
Why? Because I don't want to turn in my

own son.

So you did see him. You talked to him?

I almost shot him as a prowler.

Little kid, he couldn't even pull a
decent burglary.

Did he tell you where he was headed?

Yeah.

Mexico is probably already across the
border.

Jack.

Thank you.

Thank

you.

Three o 'clock in the morning.

Better be important.

$360 ,000?

$360 ,162.

And 64 cents. What is this?

It's your net worth, not including Dutch
Dixon's bribe.

You're kidding me.

One half of the bounties we've
collected?

Prudently saved and invested by yours
truly.

Why are you showing me this?

Passport.

Vincent Black.

Man, this is almost perfect. Where'd you
get it?

Don't ask.

If I tell you, I may have to kill you.

Are you still trying to get rid of me?

Come on, brother. You know me better
than that.

Then why are you doing this?

Trying to save my best friend's life.

Bobby, I told you I can't let Dixon get
away with murder.

Not a problem.

It will be if I walk away.

There's a loophole in Dutch's offer.

What loophole?

You suggesting I double -cross him?

No, not you.

You see, according to the offer, you
give up the chase forever.

There's nothing said about Robert John
Standing Bear Sixkiller now, is there?

Bobby, I can't let you do that.

What, bring in a murderer?

That's what I do for a living.

Yeah, but... Here's my solemn oath.

While you take an extended vacation
courtesy of Dutch Dixon, I will devote

myself to bringing in the man for the
murders of Valerie Prentiss and Melissa

Dixon. And once I've been successful,
you can return to your native country a

free man.

Now let me see you turn that down.

You'd really do that for me?

You'd do that for me?

Put yourself in my moccasins.

You don't wear moccasins.

Six killer.

The one and only.

What do you want?

He told me to get back to you when we
have something.

So what are you going to do, just sweat
it out on me? Come on.

Okay. I think we got a deal.

You think? We do have some
considerations, Dutch.

You have considerations?

I'm the one turning over a half a
million dollars to Reince. He could go

hire an army of hitmen with that money.

No, that's not his style. That's yours.

Besides, I don't think he'd want to give
anybody else the pleasure of killing

you. So what assurances do I have that
he'll keep his end of the deal?

His word.

His word.

Yeah, Eagle Scout, God and country, come
on.

Hey, where are you going?

You know, Dutch, I don't like this whole
thing.

It stinks.

I try to talk Reno out of it, but for
some God -unknown reason, he feels he

trust you.

So if you want to start adding fine
print and asterisks, go right ahead.

me right.

Okay, okay, we got a deal, but I want to
hear it from Reno.

In person, not a chance.

You actually expect me to take your word
for all this?

No, Dutch, I expect you to pull some
elaborate snare like you always do.

Same terms as we discussed?

Half a mil. He leaves the country, drops
your case.

Period.

What do you want me to tell him?

Tell him bon voyage.

Tell him he's a free man.

Anybody here?

Jared?

Who are you?

Doesn't feel so good, does it? Having
someone aim for your back.

I hear that's where you got her, am I
right?

Donnie?

Donnie Dixon?

No one to help you?

No one to back you up? Just alone,
twisting in the wind, just like you left

Hey, man, that wasn't how it was.

Duh!

Did that hurt?

I'll live.

That's what you think.

Donnie, what's this about? If this is
about your mother's murder, I didn't do

it. I didn't kill her.

Hey, don't you ever get tired of this
falsely accused man, boogie?

I was there, okay? I saw her die, but I
didn't shoot her.

That's not what the paper said.

Who do you think gave them their
version?

I didn't shoot your mother, Donnie.

Sure you did.

Look, she came to me for help.

We became friends.

She died in my arms for Pete's sake.

Oh, great.

Not only did you kill her, you were
doing her on the side.

That's not what I said.

All right, then. You didn't kill her.
Tell me who did.

Oh, my God.

Donnie, listen.

Son of a... Donnie, wait!

Donnie! Donnie, wait!

Thank God I found you in this rain, pal.

You okay?

I'll mend.

Wow, how'd you get here?

I pushed it here.

Did you bring it?

Right here, but I'm not going to give it
to you until you tell me what happened.

Donnie Dixon got sprung from jail,
right? He comes gunning after me.

That snake, that explains it. It does?

Yeah, Dutch Lull doesn't sleep with his
peace offering, then he breaks his kid

out and he sends him out after you.

No, that doesn't play, Bobby. They hate
each other.

How do you see it?

Revenge.

Whose revenge?

Donnie wants a man who killed his
mother. That's why he came gunning for

And I presume you set him straight on
that question, right?

No. Well, why not?

Because I'm not a vigilante, Bobby.

It doesn't matter. He figured it out on
his own.

And now he's after Dutch. And I've got
to stop him. Why?

I'm serious. He's a little family
squabble. It's best that you not get

He'll kill him, Bobby.

Worse things have happened.

Look, Reno, you didn't make this happen.

Dutch and his kid, they've been doing
the song and dance long before we even

them, so leave well enough alone.

You know I can't do this. Why not?

Relax. I got a plan.

Okay?

Dad, it's me. I'm not your father.

All right, what the hell are you doing
here?

Stopping a murder.

Oh, really? Why would you want to save
my old man?

That's funny. My partner asked me the
same question. Oh, what'd you tell him?

I told him that dying was too good for
Dutch.

Shame on you, Reno. You almost sound
serious.

I am.

You want revenge?

Don't kill him.

Sent into prison.

Think of the welcoming committee he'd
get being a U .S. Marshal.

It's a nice visual.

Better yet, imagine him sitting there in
prison while I'm walking around free.

Well, that's pretty good. He hates you
more than he hates me.

But my old man's a king of Teflon.

I got a way to get him.

But I can't do it without you. Nuh -uh.

Seems to me we walked down this road
before and I ended up doing ten to life.

Yeah, that's because you double -crossed
me, remember?

Well, what makes you think I won't do it
again?

Because this time we both want the same
thing.

Come on, man.

Put Dutch away.

Finish the job your mom started.

Yeah, well, let me tell you something,
Dutch.

The deal's off.

What, does he want more?

He doesn't want anything.

Hey, listen, we had an arrangement. We
had a deal.

Oh, nice try, Dutch. Very nice try.
Smoke the peace pipe with us while you

ahead and send your kid to off Reno.

I said what?

Yeah, you're right up there with the
Trojan horse in Pearl Harbor.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You're bad seed kid, Dutch.

While you and I were dotting the I's
yesterday, little Donnie came after Reno

with a Remington pump.

I knew nothing about that.

Uh -huh.

Look, I knew he was out, I knew he was
mad, but I haven't seen him, and I sure

as hell wouldn't send him after you
guys.

You there?

By a thread.

Look, Reno's in the red zone.

Don't let my kid screw this up for him.

Truth to tell, Dutch?

I think you're the one who ought to be
watching out for Donnie. Because in

to save his hide, Reno has to tell him
the truth about his mother's murder.

Well, that's very unfortunate.

No kidding.

Well, it doesn't change my offer. Do we
still have a deal?

Well, I don't know.

I've got to check with my man.

You think he bought it?

I don't know, man. Tough to say.

Anyway, he's really upset that you knew
the truth.

My heart's breaking.

You guys want to drop the smoke and
mirrors now? The only way we can hang

is if he confesses.

And the only person he might come clean
to is you.

Oh.

Do you mean because he'll share all his
feelings with me because I'm his son?

Look, the circumstances have to be just
right.

What, like he's got a gun to my head and
he spills his guts just before he pulls

the trigger?

In a nutshell, yeah.

I am so out of here.

Hey, Donnie.

Look, it's got to be by his rules.

On his turf.

He's got to be convinced that his
confession is the last thing that you'll

hear. Look, you guys, you know, I hate
my dad big time, but I'm also kind of

fond of myself.

We'll be right there with you.

Backing you up. Every step of the way.

No way in hell.

Come on, Donnie.

Donnie.

What? What is it?

Nothing.

Okay, I'll do it.

Good.

Here's the deal.

You come with me. If anybody should
hassle us, you're a bounty, and I'm

you in.

All right, what about him?

I'll vanish on my own.

Show up at Dixon's about nine.

Don't move. Don't breathe.

United States Marshal, Reno Raines,
you're under arrest.

That's all we got here. This is where
you're going to book me.

No, that's going to happen down at the
federal building.

After. After what?

After you and I have a little talk.

You've got to tell me a story.

It stars you and a guy who works out of
my office.

Dutch Dixon?

Why should I bother?

Because I'm asking.

Because maybe I've got a problem with
Dutch myself.

I want a lawyer.

You'll get a lawyer.

I want one now.

Listen, you're a three -time loser, and
I could take you downtown and forget you

like last week's classifieds, but I'm
giving you one chance to tell your side

somebody who just might give a damn.

Now, you want to throw that away, that's
your choice.

I was working an IA sting out of San
Diego PD.

I caught Dixon Elbow deep in the till.

He was pushing confiscated dope, salt
and evidence, selling acquittals,

hits, you name it.

I was one night away from busting him.
Is that the night Burrell died?

It's the night my fiancé was shot with a
bullet that was meant for me.

Dixon stole my police backup gun from my
locker and killed Burrell with it

because Buzzy was ready to roll over on
him. Yeah, I heard all that at your

trial.

Tell me about Melissa Dixon.

That poor woman took all the abuse and
neglect she could possibly stand.

She comes home on their silver
anniversary to find him setting up porno

the den.

What? That jive was something you know?

Yeah.

My vice guys were worried that Dutch was
going into the skin trade.

Go on.

She came to me.

Said she wanted him stopped.

I didn't want to involve her, but I knew
if I turned her away, she'd go after

him alone, and that would have been
suicide.

Give me the rest of it.

We set up on Dutch.

But he smelled us coming.

He canceled his video orgy and set up
some policeman's fundraiser. He wanted a

lot of witnesses.

And he got them.

He cornered us in the garage, chased us
into the storage area.

He shot her.

With the gun that I gave her to protect
herself.

The night Melissa died, she kept
repeating Dutch's name.

I thought she was calling for him.

She was trying to tell me something.
Yeah, now you know what it was.

These are serious accusations.

Damn straight.

And it's the truth and you know it.

No, I don't.

Then why are you here?

Busting me.

The infamous Reno Raines with no backup,
breaking every rule in the manual.

You have proof?

Give me 12 hours.

I'll give you all the proof you'll ever
need.

And if I'm lying, you can turn me in. I
won't run.

And I mean right over here.

This one's for Mom.

You are such a screw -up.

Mom, Dad, don't. I can't stand the sound
of your whining and sniveling.

Mom, please, please, don't kill me, Dad.

Give me a good reason why I shouldn't.
For Mom.

Just let me live for Mom, okay?

Your mother's the reason you're the way
you are.

She was always pampering you, giving you
her own way.

No, you're right, you're right. Every
time I tried to get in a deal, she'd

herself in my path.

So is that why you killed her?

Is that what Raines told you?

No, no, no, no. He said that she had
turned on you.

Something about a dog going rabid?

You believe him?

I believe him.

Stay down!

The only thing I can't believe is that
she lasted for all those years.

I said stay down. I can't believe she
put up with all those decades of your

degrading, abusive crap.

She did betray me.

We said vows. She was supposed to stand
by me.

But what does she do? She runs into the
arms of the guy I hate most in the

world. And so you killed her.

I don't actually believe that, you poor
sick mother... Shut up!

I'm your father, don't talk to me that
way! Or what?

You gonna shoot me?

You gonna do it anyway?

Just make a clean sweep of the whole
family, huh?

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't.
There is no good reason.

I'm just a worthless con and you're a U
.S. federal marshal, so go ahead, Dad,

pull the trigger.

And then turn the gun around on
yourself.

He's your only son.

I don't have a son. Please, Dad.

No!

That's my dad.

Go get out of here. You think Hendrick
is going to make it?

I'm not sure. He's just got to, Bobby.
He's the only one that knows the truth.

know the truth.

Now, this is going to go down. There's
no way he can pin this on you, okay?

I'm going to clean up this mess, and you
better just get out of here.

Do you hear them coming? Now, go get out
of here. Go!

A shocking gun battle last night in a
posh marina complex.

U .S. Marshal Donald Dutch Dixon is
thought for attempted murder in the

of fellow Marshal Jack Hendricks, who
remained comatose at Bay City General

Hospital. Police believe the fight
erupted over custody of Dixon's son,

Jr., a recent escapee from Perdido State
Prison.

Any persons with knowledge of Dixon's
whereabouts are urged to contact local

authorities.

You heard the news?

Man, I heard it in all five stations,
brother. Huh?

This is it, man.

You won the war.

Not until Hendricks wakes up and is able
to clear me, which may be never.

Don't you get it, huh?

Dutch in the future. He's on the lam.

He's a bounty. And what do you and I do
for a living? We chase bounties. We

bring him into justice. He's in trouble.
Yeah, well, we better catch him quick

before he leaves the country.

Well, it's not going to happen. He's got
too much money stashed all over the

country.

And his pictures plastered all over
airports.

Borders, the net is down.

Dutch Dixon is in big -time trouble.

This means all the rules have changed.

Kind of ironic, isn't it?

I can get him.

I know what he's thinking right now.

Bobby, I know what he'll be thinking
next week.

Well, let me ask you a question.

What should we do? Should we, like, go
get him right now, or should we give him

a taste of your life?

Well, you know, that's a tough choice.

Yes, it is, sir.

I think we should nail him right now.