All language subtitles for renegade_s04e07_an_uncle_in_the_business

Carla? Hey, Carla!

the ice cream on me, you're a dead
woman.

I'm going to tie you to a chair and make
you sit while I eat the whole sweet

gooey mess myself.

Carla?

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.

Wish there was a headlight on a
northbound train.

I'd shine my light through a cool
Colorado rain.

Who's there?

Morning.

Dalgry? A bit, Peggy.

What you got in there?

Got some egg, got some...

Onion? Little Ortega chili?

Pull up a rock.

Lookie here.

I had me a cup like this once.

Railroad Billy stole it.

Railroad Billy?

Yeah. Squinty -eyed, rail -riding
junkyard dog.

Cut your throat and watch you bleed.

Well... If you ever see him again, you
can steal it back.

Billy's a she, and I ain't no thief.

Oh, son, if my wife would cook like
this, I'd trap her.

Thanks.

So, uh, what's your story, sir?

Sir, is it?

Well, now, I ain't one of your new breed
homeless. I am the genuine article.

I've been on the road since Roosevelt
was president.

No kidding?

On God's honest truth.

I reside up Canyon in a most excellent
double -thick refrigerator box. I think

it's part of a man's ongoing commitment
to quality.

No worries.

It's one of them newfangled cordless
jobs, see?

Look at that.

Good morning, Bobby. You busy?

Well, as a matter of fact, I am.

See, I have company for breakfast.

We'll cut it short because this is
important.

So is this.

More important than Leith of St. John?

Well, enjoy, my friend.

I gotta go.

Well, now that's a shame and a pity.

I hate it when you're nervous, Carla.

You always act so chipper.

You know, I gave up my breakfast to rush
over here.

Uncle Ben.

Well, well, the wandering boy returns.

Hey, Carla.

Hey. This is so cool.

When did you get here? Did you get my
letters? Are you going to stay?

Well, go down.

Just now, yes, and maybe.

You certainly have grown up.

I'm going to have to hang around here
more often just to keep the boys in

Oh, yeah, right.

She been behaving?

I got a surprise for you.

Go stand over there.

Okay.

Close your eyes.

Okay.

Open.

Ta -da.

Unbelievable.

The doctor said six more months, and
then we can have a chair -burning party.

And he also said you overdo it. You
could set yourself back a whole year's

Come on.

Okay.

Why didn't you tell me?

Come around more often. You might learn
these things.

Thanks for coming so quick.

Hey, you're my only niece.

Do you want to tell me about the break
-in?

Ask Carla.

She's the one who got all paranoid.

So, where were you when Bobby called?

Well, I was cooking breakfast in
Escondido Canyon.

That's so cool.

How do you pay for this right -around
-the -country lifestyle?

Did you, like, win the lotto or
something?

I wish.

Now, see, I'm a bounty hunter, Lisa. Get
real, Uncle Vince.

Hey, you asked.

You ride around in your Harley catching
bad guys, and then you turn them in for

money. Basically.

How can you and my dad come from the
same family and have turned out so

differently?

We weren't that different, really.

Yeah, right.

A bounty hunter and an insurance
salesman.

So, how are you doing now without your
dad?

Most of the time I'm okay.

What about the other times?

I could kill him for dying on me.

Well, I wouldn't really call it a
burglary because nothing was taken.

But a break -in nonetheless, huh?

Yes, if nothing was broken. It's like I
told Bobby on the phone.

Well, he didn't give me any details, you
know?

I hung up, I found it was you. I came
running.

Oh, couldn't wait to see me again, huh?
You got it.

Hey, I just followed instructions.

You guys said if anything around here
even smelled funny, I should burn off

wires. Well, you did perfect.

But break -ins aren't funny.

So, Spill, what's going on here?

When Michael left me and Bobby in charge
of Lisa's care, we hired you. You're

not really her uncle, are you?

That's all right. You don't have to
answer. Not to me, anyway.

Lisa.

Girl's smart.

Too smart sometimes.

I just keep telling her, hey, I'm just
the nanny. I never even met your dad.

See, and if I told you any more than
that, you couldn't say that, could you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Excuse me?

Hey, I come here like almost every day,
and here you are, a walking tattoo

parlor, riding that lawnmower. You
expect me to tell you who I am?

I'm Vince.

Like Lisa's uncle, Vince?

Like exactly.

All right.

Why didn't you say so? She talks about
you all the time. I'm Kenny.

Kenny DeWitt.

Her boyfriend?

Her boyfriend?

Is that a problem?

No. What is it? The hair?

Nope. You got weird hair.

Earrings?

No, you got one too.

Try the attitude.

Lisa's waiting for you.

We'll talk later.

Wow. You crying?

I don't think she likes me.

Hello? Hello, Lisa. She's great. I'm
just fine.

As a matter of fact, I think I'm going
to hang out for a while. You know, catch

up on some old times.

Really? Yeah.

That bad, huh? Look, it was a probe
break -in, not a mark.

Well, if that's the case, you're just
going down the road, and I'll take care

it. Well, I'm not going to do that. I'm
her uncle. You're not her uncle. I feel

like her uncle. Well, I feel like I'm
your uncle, and as your uncle, I order

to get the hell out of here. Bobby.
Don't Bobby me. Michael St. John was a

professional hitman, one of the best.

Which is why I'm protecting his orphan
daughter, who had nothing to do with

the man did for a living?

Yes, I know that. But you see, Michael
St. John leaves a lot of unanswered

questions. What if it's one of his
clients?

Huh? Or worse, someone wanting revenge
for one of his victims?

You want worse?

Try Dutchie Boy Dixon and his merry band
of feds. Michael St. John used to do

work for him, remember?

Of course I remember.

I was the intended victim. Don't worry,
I'll be careful.

Forget about being careful. Be gone. Be
long gone. Be gone to Kansas City.

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Look, I'm just trying to be a good
uncle.

Well, a good uncle is a live uncle, so
you go ahead and grab them, take off for

the weekend, let me do the dirty work,
okay? Okay. Okay? Okay. Promise. Make me

a promise. I said okay.

Okay.

Why'd you come back?

Because you're getting real predictable,
pal.

Okay, shot. The vehicle identification
number is J8697BLK4391.

All right, let's see what they got in
here.

Ah, Butler Sound, Trinity Video,
Parateek Cellular System at 32 -4. Real

-tech surveillance stuff.

Uh -huh.

So the break -in wasn't a burglary. He
was in there planting stuff.

Exactly.

Let's try again.

Who's bankrolling you?

The Salvation Army.

These are real simple questions, pal.

I'm gonna try it one more time. What's
your name and who you working for? What

are you doing here?

All right, will you stay with it, Chai?

VIN number and license plate number,
both bogus.

Comments, explanations?

All right, we'll do this the hard way.

I'm going to take him back to the
office. You sweep that house clean of

He's only got nodes for two. You got it.
Now, once you've found them, you're out

of here. Now, are we clear on that?

Perfectly. You promise?

Or my name ain't Vince Black.

What are you talking about bugs?

You can see I keep a clean house.

No, not those kinds of bugs, Carla.

These kinds of bugs.

Whoa.

Who put that there?

Uh, music lover?

Music lover, Mike. Look, Lisa's father
was in a very dangerous business.

He probably made a lot of enemies.

I thought the man was in life insurance.

Well, he was responsible for a lot of
claims.

He was a spy, right?

What was he, FBI?

CIA?

KGB?

Now, he kept a little black book in here
somewhere.

Did you ever see it? Did Lisa ever
mention it? No.

Look, I've been a good girl. Kept my
mouth shut. But that girl is like a

daughter to me.

Is she in danger?

I don't know yet. But until I know more,
we better plan on a little vacation.

Where's Lisa?

With Kenny.

Oh, great.

Hey, give the kid a break. I bet you
weren't no prize when you were 15.

You give me a break?

I've never had to deal with a kid like
Kenny before.

That's easy. Just treat him like anyone
else. Except he has no sense, a short

temper, and a smart mouth.

Under all that flash, he really is a
good kid. And he really does care about

Lisa.

Let's go.

On that hog you ride?

I'd rather face whoever planted the bug.

I don't think so.

So tell me, how did you become such a
tough guy? How did you take courses?

How about advanced luck job?

You know, this mac and noodle's really
gonna hurt once it

touches your face.

You haven't got that guts for the real
work.

Well, I start thinking about Wounded
Knee and the Trail of Tears.

And I start to get a jag on.

For blondies like you. Now, I'm going to
ask you one last time.

Who's bankrolling you to spy on the St.
John house?

Look, I was a tunnel ride at Coochie.

After I was captured by Charlie and
tortured for nine days, I was rescued.

Name, rank, serial number, that's all
they got.

You got nine days, Cochise?

You all right, Jack?

Never better, Mr. Schneider.

Oh, yeah, I forgot you live for moments
like these, don't you?

You know me?

Gold card or green?

Right answer.

Probably saved your life.

Though in a few minutes you might wish
you were dead.

Nice office.

Come on, Jack.

Does he know why we were there?

No way.

How'd you track me down here?

I always keep an eye on the new help.

Does he know about the book?

Not from me.

Relax. I didn't tell him a thing.

Well, you see, I'm not relaxed.

Because I don't like giving five -figure
sums to scarecrows who get caught by

small -time bounty hunters.

It was a fluke.

The guy had help.

Look, it's personal now. That engine
insulted me.

I'll finish the job, no charge.

Oh, you'll finish it, all right. But you
do it my way.

Do something about your hair.

The

only

thing they had was pineapple and green
shit.

Perfect. Perfect?

Or ceramic.

Spoken like a true New Yorker.

What's that supposed to mean?

You know, they invented pizza back east,
and we perfected it out here.

I'm supposed to eat this and then go on
that?

What? Nothing.

Oh, good, good. Keep it all inside.
Recipe for a true friendship.

Okay.

It's just, I used to have this argument
with my dad.

Like 10 ,000 times.

You know, Lise, I can't imagine how much
you must have hurt.

Maybe I could kill my old man, then I
could really identify.

Hey, kids.

Oh, boy, it's Uncle Fabio.

Kenny. Mind if we join you? No, no.
Yeah, we do.

Okay, okay, but if you guys get bored,
don't hang around on our account. We'll

call you when we run out of beer and
drugs.

What do you got there?

Mmm, pineapple pepper, my favorite.

Somehow I knew it.

I'm trying to be nice. Ben.

Uh, yo, are you guys planning on staying
a while?

Actually, I was thinking of taking you
and Carla for a little trip.

Maybe the beach or Disneyland?

Only if I get to shake hands with the
mouth.

How about you just chill?

Uncle Vin, what's this all about?

I'd rather talk about it when we're
home.

Hey, anything you can say to me, you can
say in front of Kenny.

I'd still rather talk to you alone.

Who do you think you are, a father?
Kenny. No!

You know, if you call yourself family,
you're full of it.

Family's not some jerk who rides in on
the breeze and then splits the next day.

Family's the people who hang with you
every day and kick your...

Kenny. Kenny!

Wait! Kenny, just come back.

Welcome to parenthood.

I'm going to go get her.

No, let her be.

Come on.

Take a walk with me.

Come on.

Look, I'm doing the best I can. I'm
supposed to be her guardian.

Just what is it you're guarding Lisa
from, Big Bad Kenny?

Exactly. Now, that kid is a... That kid
is a kid, pure and simple.

And he's been mighty nice for Lisa.

Nice for what? Giving her swish blade
lessons?

Hey, no offense, but you weren't there
to watch her go in the tank after her

daddy died.

It took about a month for it to really
sink in.

Well, I wanted to be there, but I
couldn't.

Yeah, yeah, I know. It's okay.

She had me and Kenny.

He made her laugh again, Ben.

Now, look, Lisa is not exactly your
social butterfly type, but Kenny

her right from the get -go, just the way
she is.

Well, I guess I can't argue with that.

Well, you could, but you better not,
because your fancy Kung Pao crap ain't

going to work on this girl.

I'll go inside and start packing.

You don't know where we're going yet.

Will you give me a break? I'm trying to
leave you two alone.

I'm sorry I treated Kenny so harshly.

That's okay.

You two are a lot alike.

So?

So, that break -in last weekend was
real.

Somebody was spying on you and Carla.

Why would anybody want to spy on me?

Roll up the windows and lock your door.

Drop

it.

You drop it.

Then you get me that book and nobody's
going to get hurt.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

She is not okay.

And neither am I.

I thought I told you to lock yourself
in.

I can't take this anymore.

Why won't anybody tell me what's going
on?

Carl,

you okay?

Well, I've been better.

What happened?

Well, we came back from the amusement
park and ran into the cleaning crew.

happened to you?

I've been partying with the Tasmanian
tag team champions.

Do you mind if I borrow him for a
minute?

Yeah, and don't bother to return him.

Where's Lisa?

Upstairs, waiting for an explanation.
Anything new?

Yeah, her guy's name is Jack Virgin.

How appropriate.

Also works for a gentleman by the name
of Nicky the Fisherman Schneider. As in

sleeps with the fishes?

No, as in Fisherman's Wharf. He controls
half the longshoremen between San

Francisco to Sydney.

Wait a minute.

I think I saw a Schneider in Michael St.
John's little black book.

Well, that would make sense. He's about
to go under a RICO grand jury

indictment. So if Michael was hired to
kill someone, he'd be in there.

Too much, I'm afraid.

She's starting to fill in the blanks.

Tell you, Bobby, you don't know how
tough it is. If you think wrestling

is difficult, try going a couple of
rounds with Punky Brewster up there.

What are you going to tell her?

I don't know.

I was hoping maybe you'd have a
suggestion.

Sit down, young lady. Let me tell you
about your father. You see, he was a

-class hitman. He killed almost 40
people.

Bobby. Yeah.

Like you said.

What are you doing here?

I came to apologize to Uncle Wentz.

And tell you I was sorry.

At least... What's wrong?

What's not wrong?

We surprised another burglar.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I missed the whole thing.

And nobody will tell me what it's all
about.

I know what you're thinking.

My dad.

It's gotta be.

Somebody's after something here.

And I think I know what it is.

What? Well, my dad left barely any
personal stuff.

I have, like, a few pictures of us
together.

And one other thing.

What is it?

Do you see it?

Oh, Major.

What's in here?

That I don't know.

I could never get it open.

Well, you came to the right place.

What was your dad's birthday?

June 16th.

Oh, six, one, ta -da.

Way to go, David Copperfield.

Okay, okay.

What was the Social Security number?

Like I know.

What's your birthday?

May 1st.

Remember?

Uh, right. Right. Uh, maybe.

Eww.

What's this?

The instruction manual?

No.

You okay?

Okay. You can come in.

Can we talk?

Sure.

Not that good idea tonight.

All right, look.

I know you think I owe you an
explanation.

You know I do.

Well, you're right.

And I'm not trying to blow you off,
okay? But you just got to give me a

more time here.

Now, that vacation we talked about, you
and I are going on it alone.

What about Carla?

Bobby's going to stay here and watch
Carla.

If that guy comes back, she's got to be
able to ID him so we can send him to

jail. But you said... No buts, Lisa,
okay? Just bear with me a little bit

longer, okay?

I need you to pack a light. We're going
on a bike.

We are?

Yep.

And in a few short hours, you're going
to know everything.

You actually get to do this every night?

Yeah, I get to.

I mean, this is so cool.

Maybe I'll become a ballet actor.

Well, it has its moments.

But I do think the world would be a lot
better off if you just stay with piano.

Lisa, your father was a friend of mine.

He was your stepbrother.

No, that's not true.

I'm not really your uncle.

Yeah, I know. We were adopted.

No, that's not true either.

You see, I just met your father a few
days before I met you.

But he started talking about you months
before that.

Just let me finish, okay?

My name isn't Vince.

It's Reno.

Reno? Yeah.

Reno Raines. And I go by Vince Black
because I'm wanted by the law.

Is this some kind of a joke?

I wish it was. Believe me.

I was convicted of killing a man, but I
didn't do it.

That's a ruling.

That's why I don't come around much.

Because the police are out looking for
you.

You're just like Harrison Ford in that
movie.

In a nutshell.

Look, I know this is hard. No, this is
impossible to take.

You're not visiting was hard.

All those sneaky non -answers about
Daddy, those were hard.

But this is just plain lying.

No, it isn't. Oh, come on, Uncle Vince.

You don't want to talk about my dad to
make up some crazy story about yourself?

Lisa, I wanted to tell you... Was my dad
a criminal?

Yeah.

But he had a conscience.

What he did, he did to people who were a
lot worse than he was.

My dad was a killer, wasn't he?

That's what everybody's looking for.

There's nothing good, I think, but
there's something good in the back.

Your obituaries.

Where did you get this?

Daddy hid it in the metal case.

With a really nasty looking gun.

Lisa. Not now.

Please don't shut me out.

I said not now.

You don't look too happy.

I almost had it, but... No buts.

You failed.

But that's okay.

I checked out the six killers. He's got
quite a reputation.

My mistake. I should have given you more
backup.

If it had been just him alone, I could
have handled it.

But he had some long -haired freaking
ninja on his side.

Hey, come on.

I understand.

That's why I brought you something.

Lisa, you better wake up.

You don't want to eat this cold.

Lisa.

Lisa!

Hey, Kenny?

Yeah? Did I wake you?

No. I was up.

Listen, can I come on over?

I have some really big problems that I
need to sort out.

Gee, uh... Kenny, you are right now
officially the only person in this whole

entire world that I can trust.

Yeah, sure.

You need me to come and get you?

No.

No, I can't hang around. I'll get there
on my own.

There. You buttheads happy?

Delirious.

St. John resident.

Bobby, Lisa's gone.

What? I told her the truth and she took
it pretty hard. I was only asleep for a

couple of minutes.

Well, how far can she get?

Pretty far, I'm afraid. I think she made
it to the road and thumbed a ride.

Bad, bad, bad. That's real bad. Look,
Shai just called.

Guess who ended up on the morgue slab
more than two hours ago?

Jack, a virgin.

Oh, man.

Where does Kenny live?

Hi. Hi, Lisa. Come in. Take the load
off.

My parents are at work.

What is this?

We have a few questions, Lisa.

Got your father.

Look, Lise, I'm sorry. They were going
to blow me away.

Wine, wine, wine, wine. What is wrong
with you kids today, huh? Come on, get

there.

Now

then,

you know what your father did for a
living?

He was a killer.

Whoa.

Very good. And I believe he kept
records.

In a book?

If he did have a book, I never saw it.

I did find a gun one time, but not a
book.

You know, I could use someone like you
in my organization, Lisa.

Good liars are hard to come by.

I'm not lying.

Sure you are.

You start batting those little old
eyelids, almost had me going. But, uh,

be with you.

Hey! Dave, you're away. Dave, what did I
do?

Don't twitch your foot when you're under
stress.

Hey!

You really like this little ferret?

Huh?

Do you really like him?

Do you love him?

Please, mister, let him go. He doesn't
know anything.

About time, big guy.

Oh, Vince, I'm so sorry.

You guys okay?

She's fine.

I'm fine.

We're all fine, okay? Let's cut to the
chase. Where's the book?

What book?

Oh, come on. Don't drag me through that
again, all right?

Daddy kept the book, right?

She gave it to you. You brought her here
to try and cut a deal to save their

lives, right?

Well, I was hoping to save their lives
and keep the book.

Nice try.

But welcome to the real world, all
right?

I mean, we've all got our own agenda.

I mean, ideally, I'd like to take the
book, give you all an instant case of

amnesia and walk away.

But how likely is that? Hey!

All right, Pancho, give me your best
shot.

All right, here's the deal.

You give me the kids, and I'll tell you
where I stashed the book.

I'll tell you what, you give me the
book, and I'll kill you all.

Come on, we're negotiating, right?

I've got to give myself some room to
maneuver.

Not today, mate.

Get up. Come on.

Hey,

that's my uncle.

Hey, Kenny.

How's it hanging, Vince? Lisa here?

I mean, how do you do, Mr. Black, sir?
May I inquire if Lisa's receiving

visitors? I don't know.

Where have you been?

I thought you didn't like me anymore.

Are you kidding?

I came to apologize.

I never should have put you in that spot
in the first place.

A gun in your ear does things to you.

Yeah.

Hey,

Kenneth.

Why don't you go in the kitchen and make
some sandwich?

It would be my distinct pleasure,
Exalted Mr. Uncle Sir.

Cool.

Admit it. You like him.

Well, I saw something in him yesterday.

Oh, come on. You're going to miss him.

Not as much as I'm going to miss you.

I hope you're not mad that I didn't
believe your story.

Well, I hope you're not mad that I took
this long getting to the truth.

And if you need to know anything else,
you ask away.

You know, my dad really loved me.

Yeah, he really did.

Bottom line, there's nothing more I
really need to know.

But if people see his book, will bad
things come out about him?

That could happen, Lisa.

I won't lie to you.

But a lot of people like Nick Snyder
could go to jail.

Will you and Bobby just try to keep
Daddy's name out of it?

We'll do what we can.

I love you, Uncle Reno.