All language subtitles for pacific_blue_s03e11_soul_mate

Aren't you coming in? I can't.

Unless you invite me.

I thought that rule only applied to
vampires.

And gentlemen.

Diane,

when I look into your eyes, I see so
many things.

It may sound strange, I know, but I...
Into the past.

Perhaps because it seems... As if we've
always known each other.

You are dressed in white.

And you realize we are soulmates.

And I meet you at the altar.

I know what you will say.

Say it.

I do.

Come try to talk it down, why everyone
bags on

my town.

The fantasy,

it was for me.

Take a look around,

just another day in Italy.

Be more than me.

Anybody who thinks he is free.

Someday.

What is it down?

Just another day.

There were a couple of them.

Is that who I think it is?

Oh, yeah.

Ed Sarlo, the human cannonball.

Hey, Ed.

Ed, pull it over, man. Come on.

Don't make me turn the lights on.

What, I paused topside, or what?

I clocked you going 40 in a 25 -mile
zone.

And not to mention that failure to
signal back there.

My apologies, guys, but I've got to get
the cardiovascular workout in, and I

can't exactly roll across the sand. No,
I can't.

How you been doing, Eddie?

Great. Been working a lot to pay off
traffic fines.

And I've been playing a lot of
basketball.

And, of course, I've been enjoying the
view.

Slowly.

Adrian Markham, Rachel Blanchard, Diane
Whitaker. Three victims within the last

month. A single knife wound to the heart
of each one.

Autopsies indicate no sexual
molestation.

No apartments appeared to be in touch.
Nothing was stolen.

It's women who knew their killer.

Homicide thinks this guy's been
perfecting his M .O. for a while.

They've connected with NCIC to run a
state -to -state search.

Any linkage between the victims?

Only one. It all recently ran.

Singles ads in the Santa Monica Herald.
Must be a way to track the guys who

responded. The department needed some
volunteers to play some phony singles

and set up a decoy operation.

I thought you two could use a practice.

You know, that chair's gonna cost me
four grand to replace. Lucky I had

insurance.

No, you're lucky you only got a bump on
the head.

It's the 17th chair in six months. I
guess we better put some more patrols in

the street.

Yeah, that'll work.

All right, Ed.

Your suggestion?

Put your butt in a wheelchair.

It's the only way you're going to get
close to this guy.

I wouldn't even know how to fake it.
What do you think? The same day you wake

disabled, suddenly you know how to use a
wheelchair?

It takes time. It takes work.

It really adds to the whole adjustment
experience.

All right, yeah, I guess I could be
nearly... Physically challenged?

Anyway, you're looking at an expert
instructor. I could show you the basics.

Listen to Rachel Blanchard's ad.

Exuberant girl looking for fun in the
sun, beach boy. Into boogie boarding and

windsurfing like sunsets, parties, and
pina coladas.

Everything but getting caught in the
rain.

Diane Whitaker's ad likes Beethoven,
Bach, and beagles.

Prefers gourmet cooking and quiet
evenings by the fire.

So what do they have in common?

Nothing.

So what do we write that grabs the
killer's attention?

You write about what men want to hear.

Epiphany alert.

Depends whether he's an average guy or
somebody sensitive like myself.

Okay, Joe Average then. He wants the
same thing Jane Average wants.

Someone good -looking, intelligent,
healthy, happy.

Sensitive, but not trippy.

Dignified, but with spirit. Someone
outgoing, friendly, likes animals, kids,

a good education, a solid career, and
loves family.

In other words? A guy like me.

Single dads are about...

Fantasies. Speaking of which... Hmm?

The city employee bachelor auction.

The guys who get the highest bid get to
be in a calendar.

I think you're looking at the next Mr.
April.

And I'll bet when it's your turn,
they'll be sure to use your sensitivity

your selling point. Yeah, otherwise you
might find some shallow woman who's more

interested in the size of your sidearm.

You're just jealous.

Come on, come on, pick up the... Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

What are you doing? What do you want me
to do, tip over?

That's exactly what you do.

That's what we all do.

Until you learn to use upper body
English and find a balance point.

I don't know how you do this, Ed. Ain't
much of a choice, pal.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?

I'm breaking you a bad habit.

I said train me, not torture me, Ed.
When you're in a chair, they're one and

same.

Okay, let's do it again.

Santa Monica Herald, personal ads may
help you.

I'd like to place an ad, but I don't
know what to say.

Start with your name.

Chris Morgan.

Hello, Chris Morgan.

Tell me about yourself.

Let's see, I'm 5 '8", slim build, and I
have blonde hair.

So, tell me, what are you looking for in
a mate, Chris?

I want someone that looks into my eyes.

A lot of people say that, but...

they don't know why or what they want
the other person to see.

You say that like you know the answer.

You can tell me if I'm wrong, but...
When a man looks into your eyes, you

him to see you, as you really are.

And you hope that it'll be like seeing
himself.

Am I making sense?

Corey? Yeah, you're describing a
soulmate.

You deserve no less.

You ready to hear the ad that'll bring
him to you?

Sure, go ahead.

Natural -born romantic looking for love
in all the right places.

Likes home fires and campfires, dogs and
Debussy.

Searching for a man with poetry in his
soul for quiet streams, reading in bed,

dot, dot, dot, and more.

Contact voicemail box 785.

You like it?

Hey, I'd date me.

But who's going to believe any of that?

Your soulmate.

Run it.

Athletic blonde beach girl.

Love fans, surf, and men with salsa in
their veins and adventure in their

hearts. Salsa in their veins?

What, are you looking for a man or a
tostada?

Talk about a long day. I set up five
dates, one every hour.

Sounds like my senior year in high
school. Beep, beep. Whoa.

Don't you want to get out of that thing
for a few minutes?

More than you know.

Well, then why don't you?

Because I can.

Oh, looky there.

I didn't know they were having a little
boys division in this year's bachelor

auction. Keep making fun.

I'm going to smoke you.

Sorry, Victor, but I did get the second
highest bid last year.

And you will again.

Better brush up on your dancing.

Any one of those guys could be involved.

Follow my lead and watch what you say.

These guys are my friends.

Hey, guys.

Come here.

Why don't you meet a friend of mine, T
.C. Collins.

Hey, Oscar Velasquez.

Jack Dillard. Hey, Jack.

That's some fast action out there.

Thanks. How long have you been on
wheels?

I just got out of rehab.

You? That's on you.

Some punk gangbanger with an AK did a
drive -by on me. Hey, if such

misunderstandings, a great point guard's
born, right?

Good looking wheels, TZ.

Thanks. Hey, be careful out there, man.

Someone's ripping off chairs.

Yeah, I got mugged months ago. Lost a $2
,800 chair.

Ow. That must have hurt. Hurt my
insurance company more.

Then they doubled my rate.

Forget insurance.

Pack some heat.

Is that what you're doing?

I wish.

But it'd be in violation of my parole.
Ed don't like that. Can't afford to lose

you, Oscar.

Especially with the tournament coming
up.

Hey, want to play?

You guys will leave me in the dust.

Come on, we'll take it easy on you.

Let's try a little two -on -two.

You and me against these two posers.

My, my, my.

Ted, Ted, Ted.

I'm Ted Miller.

I'm here to meet Ms. Cora Daniels.
Please be her.

And if I'm not?

Oh, hell, be whoever you want. Just have
a drink with me.

Cora Daniels.

I accept.

I'm delighted.

Track four.

Prelude La Primitiva.

Oh, my favorite crew.

I love Debussy.

So the ad says, unless you were lying.

And why would I do that? Sometimes
people do that to make themselves seem

desirable. But clearly a woman like
yourself has no need for such acts of

audacity.

You're going to be nothing but trouble,
aren't you?

Only if you let me.

Cadillac margarita on the rocks, no
salt, please.

Well?

She loves me.

Lucky you.

Well, today, anyway.

Not for you, I gather.

So, where is the lucky girl?

I just left her.

It's about to head home, but you know
that feeling when you really connect to

someone and you just feel great, like
you're buzzing all over?

I just feel like staying outdoors,
enjoying the moment, letting my mind

Oh, sorry, I didn't want to intrude on
your... No, no, no, no.

Please.

Thanks.

Sure?

Absolutely.

Thanks. Got off work and I didn't feel
like going home just yet.

I'm Chris.

Jeff Armstrong.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

In five minutes, two of my dates asked
me if I intended to have sex with them.

I actually had a dream that all my dates
showed up at the same time and started

spraying each other with breath
freshener.

Unfortunately, the first date's just an
audition.

The repeaters are going to be key to
this operation.

Out of all the men I met, there was only
one that halfway appealed to me. Who?

The no -show?

No, that blonde guy I caught her trying
to pick up in the bar.

Oh, so you were watching me.

I was on my way home. I thought I'd
check up on you.

I'm sorry I'm late.

A friend of mine is DJing the bachelor
auction, and I just need a little

guidance on creating the right ambiance
to get the ladies going.

Right.

Either of you had any callbacks yet?

I already had two.

Don't they have any pride?

What's wrong with calling back the next
day? So unattractive. Says loser.

That guy came out of nowhere.

Chicken hit me from behind.

Did you get a look at him?

The dude is wearing a mask.

Did you give the police the serial
number off the chair?

Like 5 -0 is going to break a sweat
about some guy who can't walk?

Don't you know the score essay?

Yeah, cops are never around when you
really need them, are they, DC?

Hey, look who's here.

Lieutenant. I've done some follow -up on
that NCIC report, and our boy has been

busy.

I'd say so.

His M .O. surfaced in Cleveland,
Minneapolis, and Denver.

So there's a downtime of 12 to 16 months
between sprees. Probably the time that

it takes him to get settled into a new
city, a new identity, maybe.

What about the newspaper guys?

So far, all the people working the ads
have come up clean.

However, this guy's got a signature.

Von Vivant.

The champagne?

All the victims had alcohol in their
system.

The Minneapolis PD traced three of the
victims shortly before they got killed.

And they were all at restaurants, and
their date had ordered, Bon Vivant.

Any idea on the man they were with?

That's the funny thing.

The descriptions on this guy totally
varied from restaurant to restaurant.

All right, pass the champagne along to
Chris and Corey.

Hey, Victor, won't you be just a little
embarrassed to end up on that stage

while women put a price tag on you?

No.

Why, you think I should?

No, I guess not.

I know the concept sounds kind of kinky,
but money's for a good cause and

everybody has fun.

Yeah, I guess it would be kind of
flattering, huh?

Absolutely.

So how did it happen?

Construction accident.

I broke my back at T12.

Does it affect anything besides your
life?

You see, there's nothing to be self
-conscious about.

I don't get it.

Most women aren't looking for a guy in a
chair.

Well, I'm not most women.

And besides, there are advantages to
dating guys with physical disabilities.

Name one.

They've had pain in their lives.

Makes them more sensitive.

Okay.

Name two.

They can't hide their problems the way
abled -bodied guys do.

You know, I know up front what I'm
dealing with.

I will have the grilled Hawaiian tuna
rare.

And my beautiful companion will have a
lot.

Thank you.

I hope I'm not being too assertive.

It's just my southern upbringing.

Actually, I enjoy being treated like a
lady. Well, you certainly are that, as

well as a woman of mystery.

Never been called that before.

The mystery being how an incredible lady
like yourself could go so long without

being swept off her feet by the luckiest
man in the whole wide world.

I don't come to think of it right now.
That fella's me.

So what's Ted really like beneath this
facade of sudden charm?

It's no facade, Corey.

I hesitate to mention this, but all this
is too much for me.

You give me my dog, my woods, my tables.

Help me to share my life with her.

Now, I don't just mean a lover. I mean
someone I could spend all day just

talking to.

Whether we're traveling Europe or just
sitting across the kitchen table.

Ted.

I'm not sure I'm the one that you're
looking for.

There's only one way to find out.

You come back to North Carolina with me.
Now, I know it sounds crazy, but I got

a big old house, got plenty of guest
rooms.

Give me some time, okay?

Let's see where things go.

That's all I ask.

Are we celebrating something?

Spending time with you is cause enough.

Bon bon.

Perfect.

Now.

I'm sorry, I didn't even ask if you like
champagne.

Definitely not while I'm on duty.

I'm a police officer, Ted. This is my
partner Victor Del Toro.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

We're putting this sketch up to every
officer in the city.

Anything on the fingerprints that we got
from our six -pack champagne glass?

The FBI's running them now. I'm sure you
guys are going to miss those fake

marathons. Yeah, like I missed gum
disease.

Actually, I prefer gum disease.

So what does Linda say about you being
in this bachelor auction?

She's visiting her family in Texas, so
technically she doesn't need to know.

But technically she's still your fiancé.

Okay, I admit it. When they first asked
me to do this, I thought to myself, how

can you let a bunch of wild women treat
you like a heck subject all night?

But when I realized it was for charity,
I said to myself, how can I not?

And I think my Linda would agree.

Well, your hunch paid off.

U .S. Customs traced the manifest for
six wheelchairs being shipped from L .A.

to London last month.

Who was the exporter?

Action Medical.

Names the pony address on the shipping
document.

Hey, you know what, Tony? I want to run
a background check on Joyce Adams.

The groupie?

Yeah. I thought you figured her interest
was more in a personal nature.

You know what? I can't ignore the fact
that she knew a lot of the mugging,

but... Okay, we'll do it, Ben.

You know what?

Let's have this thing up to get you out
of that chair, huh?

Well, believe it or not, it's actually
starting to feel kind of natural.

Mm -hmm.

Yeah, and remember to check your
voicemail every day.

Good luck, Sarah.

You know, Bill, these ads that you write
are really pretty amazing.

I mean, you really seem to get the
essence of these people and what they

Maybe I'm crazy, but I really enjoy
digging around in other people's

No, you're damn good at it.

Doing a hell of a job.

And, of course, the only guy I really
liked turned out to be our psycho.

What if he hadn't?

I'm not even going to torture myself
with that one.

You're going to go out with our man from
down under?

Yeah, I think I will.

When you met him the other day, you
didn't tell him about your job, did you?

could I? Technically, I was undercover.

Technically, you're probably scared of
his reaction.

Still am.

Don't be.

Just think about what you might have.

You mean a guy who might run out the
door as soon as I tell him I'm a cop?

Or a scarier son?

The one who stays.

Well, I did it.

I wanted to see the world, so I took
off.

I've sailed the Orinoco and the Nile,
climbed the Alps and the Andes, slept in

an ancient Mayan temple, stared up the
ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

That's not a life.

It's an adventure.

That's exactly what it should be.

You just got to go for what you want.

Do you know what you want?

Maybe.

It changes a lot. I'm not saying what
you think you should want, but what you

deeply, truly desire.

There's something that I need to tell
you, Jeff.

You're married.

No. You're gay.

No. What then? You're wanted by the
police.

I am the police.

And me with no parking tickets you can
fix.

I'm serious.

So am I, Chris.

Relax. The day I met you here, I was
working.

Undercover.

We're trying to catch a murderer.

You obeyed then, Chris.

Yes.

I'm not anymore.

Don't underestimate yourself.

I thought you should know.

Chris, I see something I want. I don't
run away from it.

I've run told it.

So this psychopath, he caught the bloke
then?

No, not yet. But we're getting close.

I don't suppose you could tell me
anything about him then, eh?

Well, all I can tell you is that he
seems to know exactly what to say

in just the right way and at just the
right moment.

But even so...

I can't understand how he gets these
women he kills to let down their guards

quickly.

Maybe because deep down everybody wants
to let somebody in.

It's a lonely world out there.

Maybe we're all just looking for a soul
mate.

Okay, be honest with me. Yes?

You've got to be a professional.

What?

Gourmet. A professional gourmet.

Oh, wow.

Some people play tennis, some go
fishing, and me, I cook for a hobby.

But you haven't even told me what you do
for a living.

Oh, a little of this and that.

Looking at this place, I'd say you do a
lot of this and that.

Yeah.

My brother set up a trust fund for me
before he died.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Can I ask how it happened?

Three years ago, a drunk driver left
David paralyzed from the neck down.

Insurance company gave him a huge
settlement.

Unfortunately, it didn't ease all the
pain he went through before his body

up.

I'm sure you helped him while you could.

He was a wonderful person.

Gentle, caring.

It wasn't fair.

Is that why you asked me out?

I asked you out because I'm attracted to
you.

You see, I could really care for you.

I thought you could tell.

Oh, I can tell.

You don't know anything about me.

But I want to.

Being in a wheelchair doesn't mean that
you can't be close to a woman.

There's lots of ways to make love.

I like you, Joyce.

A lot.

Okay. But I need to slow down.

Okay. I understand.

I do.

Ed told me you're still adjusting.

You two are close, aren't you?

Strictly platonic.

You know, we know how to make each other
laugh.

I, um, I threw a birthday bash for him
last year.

He was really touched.

You know, underneath that hard shell is
the sweet, caring guy.

Jack Dillard's standing?

Yeah. I mean, he has a prosthetic leg he
can walk on.

I haven't seen him use it lately.

Does this belong to you?

What are you doing with that?

I'm going to kick your butt with it.
What the hell are you talking about?

I'm a police officer.

I got a search warrant for your
workshop, and guess what I found?

Parts. Parts of Ed's and Oscar's
wheelchairs, along with a half dozen

What were you thinking, man, huh? These
are your teammates.

Your friends.

No,

no! All the way, man.

proud of yourself, man?

Huh? Did it feel good to screw your
friends?

They had insurance.

Nobody got hurt.

You should know what it means to steal
their mobility.

You got no soul.

I still can't believe how you convinced
me to get up so early on my day off. It

was worth it, though, wasn't it?

Yes, it was.

I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed
sailing.

You mean once you'd had your second cup
of coffee and stopped glaring at me?

I wasn't that bad, was I?

Not at all.

Do you want to come in?

Well, then you know.

What do you got?

FBI master fingerprints, and you're not
going to believe it. We got there. I

just got off the phone with the FBI site
profiler.

He's going to make this guy an entire
chapter in his next book.

Thomas Leffler?

Yeah, Thomas Leffler. Born and abused in
Portland, Seattle, Cleveland.

Mom killed herself when he was eight.
Locked him in and made him watch.

Dad didn't find him in there with her
for nearly a day.

That explains a lot.

It gets better.

Six years of foster homes here, each run
by another abuser worse than the last.

I'm guessing he has a juvenile record.

About a mile long.

torturing animals, arson, theft.

He also ran a bunch of brilliant scams
in the 80s. I mean, this guy's not a

dummy. He got into yelling or an alias.

So where do the women come in?

Where they always do, love.

Loeffler's first victim was his first
love.

He killed her the night they got
engaged.

Because?

Profiler seems to think, and I quote,
that once she was committed to him and

realized he was fully in a relationship,
he felt a loss of control and an

overwhelming fear of abandonment, end
quote.

Like when his mother killed herself and
left him behind.

And to regain control, he has to abandon
the women first, so he kills them.

FBI, send a picture.

Wow, what a difference.

Chris is on the phone now.

She's on a date with an Australian.

Victor, mobilize some black and whites.
Give them over to the apartment.

Wait, are you saying that Corey's
southern gentleman is Chris's

He was waiting for her in the bar that
first day. He was watching her.

I'm gone.

Here you go.

You have the most incredible eyes.

I could look into them for a very, very
long time.

I don't mean to scare you, darling.

Every time I look into them, I feel I'm
looking into a mirror.

You hardly know me.

I may not know your history or your
details, but I know you, Miss Morgan.

Do you feel that?

I don't. I remember telling you my last
name.

You must have written it on the cocktail
napkin with a phone number.

Oh, yeah, maybe I did.

Uh, why don't we go over to the couch?

We'll feel more comfortable over there.

You didn't answer my question.

Do you feel our connection? Can you tell
we're nothing less than soulmates?

Oh, yeah, I do.

It's scary, but... I feel it, too.

Then we should celebrate.

I'll go get us some champagne.

Oh, no, no, no. Don't bother.

I have some.

In the fridge.

Remember me?

You're under arrest, Lepler.

I loved you.

I know you felt something, too.

All right, our next bachelor is a Santa
Monica police officer, Victor Del Toro.

Looking good.

Hey, boy, you're $100. $100. I got $150
in the back.

$150. Hey, do I hear $200?

Come on, ladies. Check this guy out.

All right, I hear $250.

How about $280? I got $280 right here.

Come on, ladies. Look at this clap I'm
making here.

$300. $300 back here. How about $450?

All right, come on. Let's go.

$450. Anything worth bidding on?

I've given up dating for a while.

I can't seem to get the image of
Luffer's face out of my mind. Good day,

Throwing in a quote from Bobby A?

Working hard for you. He's working hard.

Speaking of worthy bids.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

I'm ahead of you.

All right, $550. Got any more? $550
once.

$550 twice.

No, for $550 right here.

$550 is our top bid of the day.

All right, next up, another of Santa
Monica's finest, T .C.

Calloway.

All right, I hear $250.

How about $280? I got $280 right here.

Twice sold for $600.

Ladies,

ladies, we have a last -minute addition
to our bachelor lineup.

Now, he's a ranking police lieutenant,
and he's well -known along the beach,

own Anthony Palermo.

I'm your commanding officer.

Come on, baby

guy. Come on up. Get out there and show
your stuff, buddy.

All right, come on, ladies. Let's get in
my hair.

right there.

$1 ,000.

$1

,100

right here.

$1 ,100 right here.

$1 ,200.

$1 ,300.

Can I hear more?

No one will do anything for attention.

Don't try to talk it down.

Why everyone back on my town?

Listen and see.

It works for me.

Take a look around.

She's more than me.

Anybody thinks she is free.

Someday.

What is that?