All language subtitles for Hack s01e08 Songs in the Night

Colder than a Philly fan's heart, eh?

Me in town without my Vicuna coat. No
smoking.

Huh?

Oh.

All right, where are we going?

Uh... Uh... Ninth and Catherine.

Hey,

turn that up.

No, no, no, no. No, the Mozart.

You like classical music?

Yeah. Relaxes me.

Well, relax.

You buy a jacuzzi. This is serious.

The 41st, that's the culmination of
Mozart's career.

Not the Requiem?

No, the Requiem he'd given up. But the
41st, there's still a lot of life.

But he knows, he knows, he's nearing the
end.

Hey.

A basic Mozart lecture, okay?

Hear the melody?

Smile.

Nice, nice as the beach, boys. Listen.

Listen now. Listen.

There. There.

You hear that?

You hear that beneath the nice melody?

The counterpoint? Huh?

You hear that counterpoint? The dark
underside.

Well, sir, it ain't simple.

Yeah, well, yeah. No, and Einstein ain't
dumb.

My father always said I had all the
answers.

None of the solutions.

If only we could turn back the clock,
huh?

Erase the mistakes?

Mistakes I can live with, but it's the
mistakes after the mistakes.

Where are you from?

Oz.

There was a man in the land of Oz.

Help me.

Almost there.

Huh?

Any place in particular?

Palumbo's? Been closed for years.

Well, okay, I'm sorry.

What's the other place?

Ralph's Italian.

Let's go over to Franklin Field.

And we get there, then what?

You got any money?

Forgive me.

I'm sorry, I gotta go up here.

Forgive yourself.

You alright, buddy?

Huh?

I'm afraid.

All right, it's okay. It's okay. It's
all right. It's all right. You can stay

the cab.

I'm so afraid to go.

Say a prayer for me, will you, buddy?
Will you go home? Just tell me where you

want to go.

Home. I want to go home.

He's a DOA. You don't need a detailed
statement.

Oh, that's my call, sir.

What's your name?

Michael Oshansky.

This used to be on the job?

Next question.

All right, the riverbanks.

Ten hour ago.

And then what happened?

I drove and we shot the breeze.

About what?

Does that matter?

Officer Nelson?

The guy died.

Write it down. Dead. Could be important.

Just trying to do a job here. Yeah, I'd
like to get back to mine.

Are you the cab driver who brought him
in?

Yeah. Talk to White. Hey.

Did he happen to introduce himself to
you?

No.

Okay. Thanks for your help.

Officer Nelson.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're saying the man's a John Doe?

No wallet, no ID, nothing.

Well, there must be something in his
pocket.

I'll handle it from here.

Yeah.

Right.

Occupational hazard?

Bloodshot eyes.

When you pull a double, yeah. I lost
some road time last night.

Guy died in my cab.

No lie.

Right where you're sitting.

Wow.

My luck, I won't die until after this
weekend.

Thanksgiving with the whole family, you
know the drill.

Cousins whose names you never remember,
old aunts and uncles, everybody dwelling

on the past.

Sounds great, huh?

Does to me.

Where to?

You know.

Home?

You'll take me there?

I don't know where it is.

You'll find it.

Why me?

You're suffering.

But do you know why?

Don't make my mistake.

What mistake?

Have you said that prayer for me?

What was the mistake?

Tell me.

What was your mistake?

Come on, let's move it up.

You have to wonder what happens to a guy
like that.

What mistakes he made.

Digging into a homeless man's past. Why
do you even want to go down that road?

Maybe it's Yellow Brick. Huh?

Yellow Brick Road. It's a joke. Wizard
of Oz.

What about it?

When I asked where the guy's from, he
says, there was a man in the land of Oz.

Oz.

What?

Not Oz.

Oz. In the land of Oz, there was a man
who was blameless and upright. First

verse in the book of Job.

Your man was suffering, Mike.

Job got screwed over by God.

No, God tested Job.

He trusted that Job would never lose his
faith, and he was right. Of course he

was. He's God.

This guy, he just wanted me to drive him
home.

He is home.

Let him go. Let him go. Move on. Take
care of your own. He isn't home. He told

me.

So you do this for you or for him? For
him.

I don't think so.

What does he get? What does his family
get you delivering a dead man?

Well, maybe I deliver his soul.

You ought to understand that.

If he truly believed, his soul has
already been delivered.

I can't have this discussion with you.

You got too much home field advantage.

I know that Dr.

White found him.

Key in that man's pocket? The key to
what?

First National Bank.

Could have been a label on it, Ronnie.

I don't know, Mike. Is it okay for me to
be talking to you? There's no law

against it, Ronnie.

Oh, okay.

There was a photograph in his pocket.

Photograph of what?

I didn't see it, but I heard the
policeman say that it wasn't of any use

Why?

Didn't have no faces.

Oh.

Can you think of anything else?

The dead man, he had a little Bible,
and...

That's all I can think of.

Well, you did good, Ronnie. Thanks.

If you don't find this man's family, the
city's gonna cremate him.

That don't seem right.

Hi, Heather.

Mike's here. I see that.

Hi. About the divorce papers?

No, I had a guy die in the back of my
cab last night.

Sorry. Why are you still here?

I love the smell of ammonia.

As stiff as a John Doe, I'm looking into
it.

Wouldn't that be a job for the police?

Sorry. No, you're right. Screw it.
Michael, it's good that you care.

I'm Mother Teresa's brother.

Get to know me.

Yeah, I knew you.

Once.

What are your plans for Thanksgiving?

I've been meaning to talk to you about
that. We should be together for Mike Jr.

Um, Mikey and I are driving out to my
parents.

It's been over a year since we've been
out there. I promise them.

Okay?

It's okay.

You say you know him, but how do I know
that's true?

What kind of cigarettes do you smoke?

Marlboro.

Oh, we got a winner.

Hey, Martin Licker, what are you doing,
stereotyping or something?

My apologies.

Apologies might be accepted.

I'm a little offended myself.

Yeah, you'll get over it.

All right, now the man.

I'm sorry.

Name.

Webster.

Webster. His last or his first name?

Neither one.

Hey, the man, he never gave his real
name.

I call him Webster because he knew every
word in the damn dictionary and then

some.

Webster ever tell you where he's from?

Or Webster wasn't no geyser when it came
to information, you understand,

especially personal information.

Used to just toss back the old Sweeney.

Philosophy.

You ever say why he drank?

He drank because he's happy.

Yeah, we all happy down here, ain't we?

Sitting down here watching the river
flow.

There was one thing, though.

I don't know if it really matters to
you.

Last can't.

Well, the other night when I was
jonesing, Webster gives me a dollar.

She's fast.

Hey, come on, Harry.

The man gave me his last buck, all
right?

So I ask him why.

He tells me it's to make up for all the
things that he done in the past.

That's all right. What the hell are you
doing? Hey, Harry.

The man did me a solid by giving up his
last buck, all right?

A decent man passes that sort of
kindness along.

We have quite a few John Does. I'm sure
none of them is your uncle. Most of them

are loners. No one ever shows up for
them. How old was your uncle?

Fifteen, maybe.

You don't know exactly?

Well, Helen, do you know the exact age
of all your uncles?

Let's move on to personal effects.

Maybe that'll narrow it down.

All right, let's see.

He used to carry a small pocket Bible
with him, if that's a help.

He was a smoker.

Oh. Oh, I know.

We tell him to quit, but he loves his
Marlboros. Loves his old Sweeney, too.

Sir, I am so sorry. I think we do have
your uncle.

That Jimmy's coming up, so I thought
it'd be of comfort to the family if we

a memento or two of his at the table.

Oh, but personal effects cannot be
released until after the autopsy. Oh,

if I knew that, I never would have
asked.

Because I don't want you getting any
trouble.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Maybe we can make an exception.

You'll release his effects?

Sure. Just call the authorities. You
tell the young man everything you told

His name's Officer Nelson.

Seems really nice.

I'm going to need this stuff back.

Why do you care about this bum anyway?

I inhaled his last breath.

I've seen you inhale a cheesesteak
standing over a jumper. Now you're going

get all weepy over a homeless drunk?

Yeah, I think he came out of the womb
that way.

Where are you going for Thanksgiving?

Nowhere.

Oh.

Well, I would have you over, but all the
guys and our wives were going to the

captain's, so... Dirty cops not invited.

Beta Kappa.

You're a smart junkie, huh?

Like William Burroughs.

Why a junkie? You said needle marks on
the corpse?

Junkies crave sugar?

Yeah. So do diabetics.

Okay, call it a toss -up.

Needle marks on the wrong place, for
example.

The man highlighted a ton of verses in
the book of Job.

You ever read the book of Job?

Yeah, I had my Job lesson for today.

Why don't you go catch some crackheads?
Well, God and the devil are in a pissing

contest. See how far they can push Job
before he curses God.

All right.

I will speak in the anguish of my
spirit. I will complain in the

my soul.

Who can blame him? He did no wrong.

Add to that, God never apologizes to Job
for all the changes he puts him

through. He kills his livestock, his
sons. He smites them with festering

and worms all on the bed and never once
says, oh, sorry, my bad.

It's a mystery to me why people would
want to worship a God who pulls this

of crap.

I guess we just all need to believe that
somebody upstairs gives a damn.

We do?

Apparently you do.

I just care about the guy. You don't
care about anybody?

We don't spend our time worrying about
strangers.

It's always their thing.

How big do you want it bumped up?

Big as possible.

That's really faded.

Resolution falls apart if we go bigger
than 8 by 10.

Monday okay?

Tomorrow?

Sorry, I'm closed. Tomorrow's
Thanksgiving.

All right. Can you do it tonight?

I got 40 jobs ahead of this one. I'll
pay you extra.

What's the big rush?

One of the boys in that picture.

Might be a homeless man.

He died.

I need a good lead.

You figure a man dead or alive should be
with his family at Thanksgiving.

Something like that.

Come back tomorrow morning. I'll have
the photo ready.

What good's running out all these
teachers?

There's a chance he taught music at a
high school or college.

He knew a lot about music. I figure he
was a teacher.

We don't even know Webster's real name.

Well, if I come up with some other list,
then we can cross -check.

Mom says he was drunk.

Things happen to people.

Nobody can make people drink.

So isn't it all their own fault?

Life's not that simple, Michael.

Maybe he drank because he got fired from
his job.

Michael, what are you doing here?

Dad wanted to use my computer.

I said it was okay.

Oh, the homeless man?

You had a drunk.

Dad says he was really smart.

Did crossword puzzles with a pen.

That's why the bums called him Webster.

Webster? Really?

Can I talk to you for a sec?

Maybe we should run on music teachers in
New Jersey, too.

Yeah, sure. Why not?

I know. I should have called you first.
No, it's okay.

Um, about Thanksgiving.

Maybe you and Mikey would like to spend
the morning together.

Before we drive out to Mom and Dad's.

What is the time?

Two -hour drive to Harrisburg. Dad will
be out hunting tomorrow anyway.

Mom doesn't want us there till seven,
so... I have the case coming.

The case?

I'm not a cop, remember?

I've got a New Jersey teacher's list
coming, pal.

Heather! Hey, Marcella. What brings you
down to the Grease Palace?

I thought you were nuts about nutrition.

What's this?

Autopsy report from Mike's John Doe.

Maybe he'll find something in it that
will help him find out who the guy was.

And you're giving this to me to give to
him?

Because I don't want him to get the
wrong idea.

What exactly is the idea?

I just filed divorce papers, Marcella.

Hi, what can I get for you? Just coffee,
thanks.

Sure.

Maybe you're having second thoughts on
this divorce thing, but you don't want

him to know.

He doesn't file it for Webster.

Maybe he's seeing the guy you married
way back when.

You know, I'm sure that there are people
I would talk to about this sort of

thing. And I'm also sure that you're not
one of them.

Just don't say anything to Mike about
this, okay?

Hey, I'm just the delivery boy.

So when did you start smoking again?

Tobacco helps you think.

They did a study back in the 90s. They
who? Philip Morris?

What do you want, my son?

Autopsy results.

Just give me them.

Thanks for volunteering.

I just wanted to say it was right.

You were.

Webster's a diabetic.

What did he die of?

Everything. Heart, liver, lungs, you
name it.

Coroner ballpark's in my 45.

My guy had to be at least 60. When
Charlie Parker died, the doctor at the

tagged him at 53.

He was 34.

It's the needle and the damage done.

Webster didn't shoot drugs.

Well, alcohol and tobacco do a job.

Then why was there insulin still in his
body?

I'm not following.

The guy treats himself like crap, but he
still takes his daily dose.

Man couldn't make up his mind.

He sure didn't know what he wanted at
the end.

Well, he got lucky.

A lot of cats in this city.

He got it to yours.

This your son?

Mike Jr.

Mikey, this is Glenn.

Hi. Hi.

Your father's doing a really nice thing.

Where are you and your dad having
Thanksgiving dinner?

Me and my mom are having dinner with my
grandma and grandpa.

How much?

No, that's okay. Happy Thanksgiving.

No, please.

I'm happy to do it.

I hope this helps. It looks to me like
the two boys are at an old Eagles game.

Yeah.

Franklin Field.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Thanks, you too.

Go on.

Oh, and he kept his feet inbound.

Great catch, buddy.

Pass is right there. Yeah, but you got
the good hands.

Yeah, check out that arm.

Dad, Mom, aren't you going to do
something with that envelope?

No, this is more fun.

Mikey.

Just so you know, what's going on with
your mom and me, it's got nothing to do

with you.

You know, sometimes people love each
other, but then things happen.

Like you losing your job?

There were other things.

Like what?

Things.

Hey, George Crawford.

You told my guy this is an
investigation?

Yeah, a class crime. Maybe I can help.
I'm a big mystery buff. Police,

procedurals. Ed McBain? Oh, yeah.

Ever read his 87th Precinct novels?

Yeah, McBain's stuff's great. Yeah,
yeah. I love the one where the killer

severed hands all over the city.

Yeah, George, I need to identify these
two boys, where they're standing.

I think it's section 23.

I believe you're right.

Am I? It could be section 25.

Depends on whether they came up from 23
or down from 25.

See, now I wouldn't have thought of
that.

You think his boys come for money?

Yeah, great seats.

Right in the 50 -yard line.

Who gets the great seats?

Season ticket holders.

You check the season ticket holders.

Now you're smoking.

Yeah, there'll be hundreds of names.

We'll figure it out.

Eagles haven't played here in over 30
years.

Records are at the corporate offices
downtown now, and they're private.

No problem for you, though, huh?

No, my problem is time, George.

I caught this triple homicide over in
Gladwin.

Gruesome, huh?

Yeah, well, the case is Warren Hall's
and no Floresheim's, I can tell you

We know anybody at the Eagle's office?

Shorty's still working tickets, but...
Ed McBain once told me that everything

boils down to connections.

You know Ed McBain?

Why?

You want me to get you an autograph?

How'd you do with your lift?

Let's lose these cancer sticks.

Karen, check, please.

What's your problem?

What's my problem?

My problem is I'm like Joe.

I brought up this crap in my life for
myself.

Mistakes were all mine.

Maybe that's what Bollinger was trying
to tell you.

Who's Bollinger?

Paul Bollinger.

That's your guy.

The Bollinger's name is on the season
ticket holders list and on my list. My

list? Customers who bought insulin
within a five -mile radius of the

You could not get this list. But me,
still being a cop, and there being no

client pharmacist privilege, I could get
this list.

But you could not get it.

Thanksgiving.

Once a year.

I'm magnanimous.

Thank you.

I don't form a family. No.

No, this is mine.

Police matters, Mike.

Always has been.

I started this, I'll finish.

It's over. Mission accomplished.

Marcellus, I gotta find out.

What?

You're suffering.

But do you know why?

Don't make my mistake.

What his mistake was?

Where his life went wrong.

You dig into this guy's past for the
rest of your life, you're never going to

figure that out.

Nobody ever knows what goes on in other
people's heads.

I'll handle it from here.

Beautiful day for Thanksgiving.

You're not working all day, I hope.

Yep, I am.

Are they making you?

No, it's not like that.

Well, what about your family? Leave the
man alone, dear.

But no one on Thanksgiving.

Up here on the right.

Here you go, young man.

Give me back... Keep it.

No, no, no, it's way too much. We
insist.

No, really, look, I don't... Buy
yourself dinner at a nice restaurant.

Unbilling me.

Uh, yeah, dinner.

With all the trimmings.

Okay. Here they are!

Here they are!

Hi. Hi.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

Look at you!

Hear about another uncle?

No, same guy. I need a little help.

First time, shame on you. Second time,
shame on me.

Oh, look, I'm sorry that I... that I
wasn't straight with you.

But believe me, I was just trying to get
the guy home.

I was there when he died, and that's
what he wanted.

Well, apparently his real family didn't
share that wish.

Excuse me?

His brother Peter didn't want the body.
He asked us to cremate him. That's what

we did.

The ashes?

When you feel you're all in.

And you decided you can't win.

Tell yourself it won't be for long.

You're between dark and dawn.

You've got too much time. You can't
kill.

Your wheels are spinning, but you're
standing still.

It's all flat and forlorn.

I'm worried about him, Gris.

His cell phone's not answering.

It's not like him to turn it off.

I'm sure he's all right.

Marcellus called me, said that he looked
really down, and I wanted to call him

to wish him a happy Thanksgiving.

Heather, don't worry. I'll try to track
him down.

You hear from him, you call me, okay?

Are you at your parents'? No.

I'm not going anywhere until I know he's
okay.

Between dark and dawn Between dark and
dawn

That's where nothing's always going on
Between dark

and dawn

Wait

till the sun comes out You're gonna
wonder what the fuss Was

all about You've been standing in the
rain But pretty soon

you're gonna be On your way again
Between dark and

dawn You're between dark and dawn
Between

dark and dawn You're between dark

and dawn

Yes.

Peter Ballinger?

Yes.

I'm, uh... I'm Michael Oshansky.

This is your brother.

He died in the back of my cab.

Come in.

Come in.

This was, uh... This was home for him?

Yes.

This is where we grew up.

You just let him burn?

No funeral?

No prayers?

Nobody.

I'll just be a minute.

How long did you know him?

He was your brother.

And how long did you know him? 20
minutes?

Does that mean nothing to you?

He was a sharp guy. He was a selfish son
of a bitch.

He had smarts. He had looks.

Money from Dad. He threw it all away.

Must have been a reason.

Paul was the reason.

Although you could never get him to
admit it.

He blamed everything on his getting
fired. He used to teach philosophy up at

Yale a long time ago.

And after he was fired?

Hardly ever saw him.

Never came around.

Wanted to be left alone.

And that's what we did, finally.

But it wasn't until after he hurt me and
he hurt my family.

What'd he do?

He stole money. He stole jewels. He even
stole some of my first editions.

He'd do anything. He'd steal anything so
he could get money so he could go out

and get drunk.

He had regrets.

Paul?

Paul admitted that he was wrong about
something? He said that.

He had made mistakes.

Yeah?

Well, I wish he'd said that to me.

Who's who?

Here.

This facing the camera is Paul.

Scratched out his face and left mine.

A photo of me.

Looks that way.

I didn't know.

Well, how would you?

I love my brother, Mr. Rolf Shansky, in
the way that they say only twins can

love.

I cried for him. I cried for him many,
many times.

But I had to stop.

I finally had to stop before it killed
me.

The other night when he died, he wanted
me to take him here to see

you.

We just didn't make it in time.

Did he say why?

No.

But I think that he wanted to say he was
sorry.

Hello? Uh, yes, he is.

Okay. That's for you. It's Marcellus.

How'd you find me?

I was your partner.

I know what you're gonna do before you
do.

Your wife's worried sick about you, man.

Call her.

She's still at home.

How have you been?

Better. I'm fine.

Everything's okay.

Did you find what you were looking for?

Yeah, that's, uh... That's Webster's
brother.

Yeah, but did you find what you were
looking for?

I'm sorry.

I know that doesn't make everything
okay, but I am sorry.

To both of you.

And none of us is free of suffering.

Paul Ballinger suffered.

Yet in the midst of that, he touched the
heart of my friend, Michael Shansky.

In turn, Mike's caring for Paul has
touched the hearts of others.

And so it is, the circle goes around and
God's greatest gift of all, love,

abide.

Let us pray.

Dear God, we thank you this day for once
again reminding us that we are all part

of the human family and that it is our
duty to look after one another.

We ask you to open the gates to
paradise.

to your servant, Paul Ballinger, and
help us who remain to comfort one

with assurances of faith and love.

Amen.

What I'm looking for

after all this time keeps me moving
forward

trying to find it.

Since I learned to walk, all I've done
is run.

Ready on my mark.

Doesn't everyone need a place in the

world?

All right.

Thank you, Father.

I owe you one, Chris.

No, you don't.

Okay. Well, I'm sad, but I'm not angry
anymore.

Feels a whole lot better.

I have you to thank for that.

Oh.

Thanks.

What's this I hear about Freed?

Follow him.

A few false ties gonna make you strong.

And when I'm sure I finally found it,
gonna wrap these

arms all around it.

Could be one more mind forged one step
back

in a lover's smile.

Down a darkened path Your friends will
take our side Enemies will curse

us But to be alive Is to know your
purpose

It's your place in the world

Your place in the world

I eat from the world.