All language subtitles for pacifi_blue_s05e07_dead_ringers

Strike.

Nine on the side, one cushion.

Ah, jeez.

Don't touch that.

Sorry, it's closing time. We just
started a game.

Well, too bad. And you guys have played
this stupid song ten times in a row.

It's not stupid.

We paid for 20 plays.

It's our favorite.

We're celebrating.

My brother was just released from a task
at Arrow.

Yo.

Got some class clientele here, Rando.

I'll just take my cut.

Sorry, PJ.

Good night.

Dead night.

Whoa! Is this like a kickoff? More like
a shakedown.

9 -1 -1! 9 -1 -1!

Geez, Randy, I'm embarrassed to be
associated with you.

Hey, if you're like an extortionist,
watch out, because we'll kick your ass,

dude. Yeah, we'll, like, pull your lip
over your head, and you won't be able to

see anything.

All right!

Two bucks money per day!

Whoa! Cool, nice.

Can I see?

Yeah, sure, here.

Everybody limbo.

Hey, why don't we go somewhere else so
that Rando doesn't have to clean up all

the blood?

Yeah, just take it down to the
storeroom. Yeah, dude, that is, if

scared.

Damn, Lauren, we're trapped.

Whatever shall we do?

I don't know, Lucas.

Maybe if we snivel and whine, he'll
carve up our faces and live out our

miserable lives.

Not a chance.

Have we learned our lesson yet? Not me,
Lucas. Have you?

Not nearly.

Take a look around, just another day

Be more than me.

Anybody who thinks he is free.

Something.

One day left down. Just another day.

Marriage is a dead institution.

You are one shameless romantic, Monica.

Oh, come on. Till death do us part came
from a world when people lived to be 40

and never left their hometown.

So? So, now we average 70 and change in
one year more than our parents did their

whole lives.

That just makes a long, healthy marriage
that much better, I guess.

It makes it a fluke. That or the
couple's dead from the neck up. You are

cold, girl. You know that? Yeah, but I'm
right.

Hey, speaking of cold.

This is 1PB 5 and 6.

Roll the corner van north of the pier.
Roger, 1PB 5 and 6. Hey, will you guys

get back?

Let me do my job here.

I guess this rules out robbery.

P .J. Brill, professional bully, former
gang biker, current boardwalk

extortionist.

Translate that, enemy of almost
everybody.

Yep. Motive will not be a problem, nor
will means.

What?

Just trying to picture the perp who
could take Grizzly Adams' own pig

and then skin him with it. Yeah, this
one's going to be a real party.

Can you spell, Mr. Kelly?

Sure, no problem. Sorry, I'm not
available.

I thought you wanted to book hours in
homicide.

She does. I did, but... You two want to
sort this out and get back to me?

This is great.

We've always wanted a place like this.

Yeah, that's warm.

If we're going to stay, we've got to
find a refrigerator.

I think you guys better leave.

Leave? But we're your new partner. We
solved your problem, Randy.

And so we do.

We're problem solvers.

Yeah, but the cops will show up soon.

The less I know, the better. But we
didn't do anything, right?

We were all here together all night.

You're our alibi. And we're your alibi.

Stop that, would you?

Stop what?

That.

Like you share a brain or something.

I said you could go. And I want to know
why.

Because you want the case.

At what cost? Why does there have to be
a cost? You know you're shorthanded.

Look, we will manage. You hate it when I
detach to homicide. Why are you being

so nice to me?

I don't understand you. I'm trying to
work out our differences.

That's great.

But I know you. This will gnaw at you,
and two days from now, we'll have a huge

fight about it. Stay put, then. I'll put
you back on patrol.

Well, there's a solution.

I don't understand your fascination with
murder. Human nature at its worst. I

care about the victims.

All right.

Yeah, PJ, bro, you said it yourself. The
guy was scum.

Nobody deserves to die like that. I've
seen Thanksgiving turkeys in better

after the meal.

And you want to go after the guy that
did that? Yeah, before he does it again.

What if he does it to you?

At least that'll settle this argument
once and for all.

Fine, you go. I'll call Rahim, but you
still belong to me.

You mean I still report to you, right?

Right.

Lieutenant, I...

I'm starting a

pool. Twenty bucks a throw. See which
one we'll file first. And when.

File what?

Divorce papers, Billy.

Hey, Randy.

Still very minor.

You know me better than that.

Been P .J. Brown lately?

Didn't you hear?

He's a bird bait.

And you would be?

Lorne Moody, my little uniform
dominatrix.

How'd you hear he was dead?

Well, let me see.

Was it the news chopper's circle on the
beach or the two dozen cops with the

body bag under the pier?

Will you go out with me?

Sorry, I'm married.

It's not an affair.

You can be my mistress.

Jeez, kid, show some respect.

That Brill came in last night, right
before closing.

Collected his usual pound of flesh,
stiffed us for a beer, and split.

So you were on his protection route.

Oh, yeah.

I'm a badass dude like that.

Well, what else you gonna do? Fight
back?

Somebody did.

Oh, yeah.

If you hear anybody bragging about it,
give me a call.

On one condition.

You give me your phone number.

Damn,

she is fine.

Fine? She's a cop, and she's after you.

Not yet, she's not.

I am definitely after her.

Paperwork. Don't you love it?

Right up there with dental work.

Vanessa Reeves, FBI.

T .C. Calloway.

How can I help?

I'm supposed to review your file on a
fresh murder, P .J. Brill.

Would that be all right?

Sure.

A little thin, though. Won't take you
long.

What's the Bureau's interest?

No comment.

The one in pink.

I need her. Like now.

She has a problem.

Resolve problem.

Mamacita!

How much for an hour?

How about a hundred?

No way!

You gotta be worth at least $150.

Yeah?

Maybe $200.

Dude, is that your sister?

Well, it's off.

How can you tell your own sister?

Does your mom, you know?

How much does she charge? One buck? Two?

Oh, wait, wait.

She pays guys to do her, right?

Come over here and say that, you mouthy
little... Berto!

No, no, no, no.

Forget Berto.

ha ha ha

Loudmouth little mother.

Did you know that baby sharks
cannibalize their little mates in the

So the ones that manage to get born are
already accomplished predators.

I didn't know FBI agents delivered copy.

Only when someone else makes it.

Well, I'm afraid you're waiting around
for nothing.

Two dozen suspects.

All of them bad.

Looks like Brill kept making new
enemies.

Some jerk couldn't change his ways.

Come again?

The reason I'm here is that Brill was a
protected witness.

Get out.

Turned states back in 96.

Ratted out his whole biker's chapter on
a meth lab bust.

The Bureau relocated him here. So you
think the killing was a reprisal? More

than likely.

Somebody had too much fun putting him
out of his misery.

Well, I bet your director gets pretty
cranky when one of you can't protect his

pigeons, huh?

Think we better start looking at Becker
games?

For that, I'll need something a whole
lot stronger than coffee.

Good idea.

Oh, man.

You were fantastic.

I should almost give you your money
back.

Work it over.

I said almost.

But you are a stallion.

Well, five years behind state iron, you
gotta be a stallion.

Better a gelding.

What do you think you're going?

A working girl's work is never done.
Besides, if I'm gone more than an hour,

it's Hubert Hogan's ugly.

There, so it's not your problem anymore.

You're right about him being ugly,
though.

I bet he's ugly for keeps now.

Oh, look, Lucas.

She's modest.

We like our girlfriend modest.

We? Well, sure.

We share everything.

Right, bro?

Everything.

Hey, is this serious?

That's a heart attack.

I did pay double your rate, Pammy.

And if you think I'm a stallion, you're
going to love Lauren.

I always knew what I wanted to do with
my life.

Right. Hi, I'm Vanessa. I'm nine years
old, and I want to be an FBI agent.

I did.

I told my parents, all my friends, my
husband.

Well, my ex -husband.

You divorced?

Yes, last year.

I hate to say it, but he was nowhere
near as fascinating as this job.

I hate to say it, but I think I know
what you mean.

Why do men feel that they have to
compete with their jobs?

I don't know.

You know, mine was a Quantico classmate.

Our scores and ratings were dead equal.
I thought it was perfect.

It about killed him.

My husband tries.

I see him trying to understand, to give
me space.

The fact that he has to try.

Try what?

September, October, and January are
still available.

Available for what?

The pool. Chris and TC's divorced.

They're getting divorced?

Not yet. That's what the pool's for,
when they file.

Granger picked November and December. He
seems to think the holidays are the

kiss of death.

Me? I say it's Oakland season on the
lieutenant by Labor Day.

Harper, of all the tasteless and
sensitive crap you have ever pulled,

the lowest.

Come on. I mean, some good has to come
out of all this heartbreak.

I want you to return all wagers
immediately.

And I want you to destroy any trace of
this monstrosity, or I will have you

rousting winos under the Pico off -ramp
from now until the millennium. Sergeant.

What?

We've got a dead body under the pier,
Latino male.

Corey, get the area taped off and call
for extra troops.

Joe Public sees this, we're going to
have widespread panic.

Got it.

Fascinating. Cause of death had to be
the shot to the chest, but the lividity

around the ligatures indicates that he
was still alive when he was suspended

there. Chris, it's not a murder. It's a
desecration.

It's both.

That's two in 48 hours.

Go help Corey with Krogan. TC, we got a
pattern here. Leave it to homicide.

You're back on bike patrol. Effective
immediately.

No, you can't do this to me. This is not
a negotiation.

So what have we got here?

Mother of God.

My feelings exactly.

I'm recalling Officer Kelly.

T .C., if you do this, you will be very,
very sorry.

If you want to take every murder case
that comes along, fine.

Request a transfer, take the exam,
interview, and get the job like every

cop. But until you do, you follow
orders.

T .C.

The dead guy's a pimp. His name's Berto
Hernandez.

He lives over in the Oakwood.

Let me send Chris to notify the next
weekend. That'll buy you both an hour to

cool out.

But this is the last time.

You two have got to sort this out.

In private.

Kelly, with me.

Life is good.

Life is perfect.

All the food we can eat.

A visible means of support for the
parole office.

And a beautiful new bride.

Oh, we're married now?

Of course.

Wouldn't want you living in sin.

I'm down with that.

Cool.

Oh,

my God.

Moody. Her name is Moody now.

You killed Berto.

He was hurting you.

So we solved your problem.

I gotta go.

I gotta get out of here.

They're looking for me.

Lauren.

I think our marriage is in trouble.

I think your marriage is in trouble.

Kristen, you're here to tell me that?

Nobody sent me here.

Hopefully I'm here to help you.

I'm listening.

Your wife loves you very much,
Lieutenant.

But if you continue to stand in the way
of her passion for her career, you're

going to lose her. Agent Reeves, if I
needed marriage counseling... Hey, I am

the last person to tell you how to make
a marriage work.

But I am an expert on how to make one
fail.

This is some kind of threat.

Chris has told me how sensitive you are
and how hard you're trying.

I just think you don't understand what
this work means to her.

You're right, I don't.

Take it from me. I've watched her. And
I've checked her homicide reviews. She's

a natural.

A genuinely gifted investigator.

Keen, intuitive, creative.

She has all the tools that nobody can
teach.

If I can spare you and Chris the
heartache that I went through.

You see, excuse me, Chris just found
Pamela Gallego.

You're not going to believe it.

Hey, Chris, what's the story on this
one?

Chris?

Agent Reeves, you can tell your director
P .J. Brill with no revenge killing.

How do you know?

Because the wounds on this victim match
the ones inflicted on Berto Hernandez

and P .J. Brill.

Do you know what you're saying?

Yes, I do.

We're looking for a serial killer. I've
already called homicide. They're rolling

now. Do not tell me to secure the scene
again, TC. I am briefing a federal

agent. Maybe we need to slow down. With
this guy killing once a day, we better

not slow down. You don't actually know
these murders are connected? The hell I

don't. The psycho signs his victim.
Fine, then tell Rahib. You know, you are

busy trying to keep me in my place.
You're letting this monster have a free

to strike again.

Not here, not now. Yes, here. Yes, now.

Lieutenant. What?

Who is it?

FBI. Deputy Director.

Calloway.

Yes. Is this an official request?

Fine. Now, I'll notify my chief.

Officer Kelly, you're officially
detached from this investigation for the

director of the FBI.

Thanks for all your help, Agent Reed.

Good luck.

Do you think marriage is a dead
institution?

Of course not.

Harper does.

Harper thinks a lot of strange things.

Yeah, like TC and Chris won't laugh a
month or the week after today.

They'll work it out. You think?

Well, my parents were totally checked
out. Yours left you to bounce around

foster homes. Yeah, but... Cruz's
parents were murdered.

Harper's dad abused her and beat her mom
until she went deaf.

What's your point, Granger?

I don't know.

Is there any couple who's actually just
happy or we all just dreaming some

Hollywood dream?

Lieutenant, there's a phone call for
Chris.

That's why God made voicemail.

Not this one.

Guy said about the murders.

Great. How many of those calls we got?
40 or 50?

This one sounds real.

Lieutenant Calloway, Officer Kelly's out
right now, but I'm her commanding

officer. Where's Kelly? I can't talk. I
have to meet with her. I'm not sure when

she'll be available, but I'm free right
now.

Who is this, please?

I'm at the Rough House Bar.

Boardwalk at Spinnaker. I know the
place. Hey, Rando.

No, we don't have any live music, but we
got one heck of a jukebox.

Yeah. Open every day at noon.

Come on by.

Howdy, boy.

Beer and a burger?

Twice?

I'll contact Chris.

No need.

The hell there isn't. This isn't our
case anymore.

Nobody ordered me off it.

And three murders in my backyard damn
sure makes it my case. And if I can help

solve it... Is that what you really
want? Or are you just trying to show up

wife? You're out of line, Bruce.

T .C.

Now, when it comes to letting emotions
cloud judgment, I am the undisputed

champ. Get out of my way, Bobby.

Fine. But you're not going alone.

Whatever.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

We're missing something, Chris.

Male, male, female.

Inconsistent victim pattern.

There's a variation between the weapons,
too.

Usually with serials, we look for ritual
repetition.

But there's a lack of detail in the
planning here.

It's more like some ward case whose
Thorazine ran out.

Here's this month's releases from the
state psychiatric system.

What are you, psychic?

When did you order these?

After the second murder, I highlighted a
schizophrenic.

based on the shift from the knife to the
gun between Brill and Hernandez.

I didn't know better.

What? I'd postulate multiple perps
working together.

But statistically, it's so rare in
serial cases.

Not in L .A. The Manson family, Bianca
and Buono, the Hillside Strangler.

You've just named the two cases out of
hundreds that we've profiled. But the

knife work signatures are a dead match,
even though Hernandez was shot first.

What? Your eyes.

They're shining.

Oh, it's just... I know it seems morbid.
We're surrounded by death here, but

I just love this.

It makes me feel so alive.

I know. I see the same look every day in
my own mirror.

It was nobody. It was just some customer
calling.

Gee, you need some antiperspirant there,
Randy.

Yeah, sweating like a pig.

Come on, guys.

You know, I ordered that new draft you
wanted. Why don't we just tap a keg and

see how she takes?

Oh, looky.

This phone has a redial button on it.

Goodness, Lucas, I think you're on to
something.

Civic Blue, Strickland.

Hello?

Hello?

Strickland? She sounds hot.

No, no, no, no, no.

What's the name of that hot one, Randy?

You remember, the blonde?

Kelly. Kelly.

Yeah, yeah.

No, she was hot.

I just don't get it.

Half of the indicators say one killer,
and half say two or more.

It's a little late, isn't it?

Who is it?

Chris, it's me.

Corey.

Corey, what's up?

Are you going to divorce DC?

Don't sugarcoat it, Cora.

I want to know.

So do I.

No, I need to know.

Because you're really going to screw up
my life if you do, you know?

I mean, you try to stay friends with
both halves of a split couple and it

doesn't work.

Corey.

Through all of my ups and downs.

through everything that I've been
through, I could look at you guys as two

people who stuck it out despite their
differences.

And it made me think it could be done.

And it can be done.

And if you guys bled, we can't stay

together for you.

all up.

Put me on this day's side, okay?

Hi, officers.

Evening. Who's in charge?

Well, we're both in charge.

I'm Lucas, and that handsome dude right
there is my brother, Lorne. No, man,

remember? You got the looks and the
family I got the brain.

Excuse me, but aren't you identical?

Duh. Someone made a call to our station
from here earlier tonight.

Oh, yeah, that was me.

Oh, really?

You sound younger.

Oh,

it's this piece of crap phone right
here.

I called to talk to you about the
killings, right?

Right. And I told you I had to meet with
that hot cop, you know, the blonde one.

Officer Kelly?

My wife?

Oops.

Why'd you say it was so important that
you meet her in person?

Because he wanted to ask her out.

Oh, shut up, Lord.

I mean, I wanted to meet her someplace
else.

Because that biker dude who got skinned?
Well, we think the guy that owns this

place, Randy.

Yeah, Randy.

We think he, like, did it. Yeah, that
Brill guy was seriously skimming his

Only couldn't tell Kelly when she came
in because Randy was, like, here.

Where's Randy now?

He went to see his mom.

Out of town?

Far out of town.

My card.

On the back is my home number.

Mr. Randy.

Right, Randy. When he gets back, you
give me a call, okay?

Oh, sure, yeah.

Hey, look.

Cool, you got Blondie's number, too.

Oh, shut up, Lorne.

Well, that was a file, and forget it if
I ever heard one.

You sound disappointed.

Of course I am.

Because you want to stop the killings,
or because you want to solve the murders

and throw it in Chris' face?

You don't want to go there, Bobby.

I'm already there.

You're an idiot.

Chris is a wonderful woman, and you two
have something really special.

Everybody's an expert.

Oh, man. I'm an amateur.

You're the expert.

At least I thought you were.

You want some expert advice?

Butt out.

Look, all I know is that you have the
one thing I would kill for.

A great relationship with a great lady.

Now, if you want to throw that away over
some work issues, you know what? You

really are an idiot.

There.

Ooh, nice.

But no Chris Kelly.

You want to split up? Cover twice the
ground?

What if I find her first?

I'll know.

Sleep well last night?

Fine. Why?

My lights were on late.

You spying on me, Harper?

I care about you, TC.

I always have. You know that.

Gee, thanks.

You're welcome.

I know that this is hard for you, but...

I've always looked at you like a free
spirit and that Chris was just holding

down. I don't want your opinion.

Fine. But just know that there may be
better things waiting at the end of this

particular tunnel.

Harper, you bit.

I give him a week.

Well, hey.

You tell Chris about our little foray
last night?

Haven't seen her. You didn't go home?

She didn't come home.

Stay out of it, Chris.

Hey, Officer Kelly.

Rough House Bar.

Lauren, right?

That's right.

Hey, did your old man, like, give you my
message?

No.

I knew he was blowing me off.

People never take me seriously. Now, why
is that?

Take you seriously about what?

Well, the murders.

See, I caught the station looking for
you, but he acted all jealous, like you

were after my bod or something.

Well, he didn't say anything.

What do you want to tell me?

Well, can we talk someplace more
private?

I mean, this slice and dice guy, I don't
want him knowing that I'm, like,

ratting him out.

Fine. Where?

I'm at the hotel.

I got a room there.

Promise I won't hit on you.

One second.

Yes, Agent Reeves, please.

Damn. Okay, have her call Chris Kelly on
her cell. I'll be on the boardwalk

interviewing the witness.

Okay, thanks.

I'm all yours.

Morning, Sergeant. Is Kelly in?

Sorry, I haven't seen her.

Agent Reeves.

Um, I might have something on, okay?

I'm listening.

All right, no.

I don't want to get anyone in trouble.

Last night a call came in for Chris, but
the lieutenant took it.

An informant on the Brill murder.

Go on.

Turns out there was two guys, twins,
whose boss had been one of Brill's

extortion victims.

You said twins?

Identical. It was a little freaky.

Anyway, they implicated their boss, said
he'd gone out of town to visit his

mother. Only thing is, I ran a check on
the guy, and his mom is deceased.

These twins, did you happen to get their
names?

Yeah, they're in my report. Why?

Because some of our profiling data
indicates one killer, but other facts

indicate two.

Twins.

Where's Officer Kelly now?

Don't tell me. There's no elevator and
your room is on the top floor.

Wow. How'd you know?

Maybe we should just talk here.

Oh, come on. I got beers upstairs.

Okay, okay.

1PB2, this is Bates. Please respond
immediately.

1PB2, go ahead.

What's your 20, Chris?

Wave crest and boardwalk. I'm
interviewing a witness.

Chris, Vanessa Reeves. Breakthrough on
the slain. We're dealing with twins.

You got that?

Twins? Like in brothers?

Exactly. Like brothers.

1099!

You got the gun, Lorne?

Yep. You got the knife?

This is Reeves. Where are you guys?

We're aboard Rock and Rose.

Make sure you take the alleys to beat
the lights.

Plenty of bullets?

Plenty.

Guess we know where she is.

1099, shots fired in the graffiti pit.

Officer needs help. I repeat, officer
needs help. Hang on, Chris, we're one

away.

One's over, bitch.

No way that's my brother!

How's that feel, huh?

You like that?

Too bad.

I wanted to make love to you before I
killed you.

But nobody gets everything they want,
right?

Got one.

Kill me.

That's not how it works.

You can't kill him. Leave me alive.

Did you finish questioning Lord Moody?

He died, TC.

What? He was fine.

That bullet didn't even touch him. He
didn't die of a gunshot.

He lay there in his cell and his heart
just stopped.

Vanessa said when they found him, he was
smiling.

I guess some people need each other more
than others.

I can't believe I put you in that
position.

You didn't put me anywhere.

I had my head all twisted up. I withheld
information.

T .C., you saved my life. I shouldn't
have had to.

It's a mess.

We've been fighting over this.

Chris, I don't want to fight about
anything anymore.

I think that can be arranged.

Agent Reeves recommended me to the FBI
Academy in Guantanamo.

They have a shortage of women in the
profile I needed.

Crystal. I said I'd go.

Okay.

Maybe I can find something there. I can
arrange a transfer.

I need to focus on my work. I don't need
to be sorting out my marriage while

doing it.

Then I'll be there to support you.

No.

I need this for me.

Alone.

If there's any chance for us, I need
some space.

You gotta tell me if there's anything I
can do.

Just try to be happy for me.

Don't try to talk it down.

Why, everyone bags all my town.

Look, stand and see.

It works for me.

Take a look around.

Just another day in L .A.

Anybody sees more than me.

Anybody thinks he is free.

Someday, once it let down, just

another day.