All language subtitles for hack_s01e13_death_of_innocence

16th and Cherry. The Antwerp building.

You don't say hello?

Oh, jeez.

Hey, I'm sorry, Mike.

I was, uh... going to the office.

You okay?

Yeah, long day.

Hey, it's funny.

Patty was just with Heather the other
night.

Some school fair committee thing. Oh,
yeah, yeah. I'm not a fundraiser.

Listen, since you and Heather separated,
I've been meaning to call her.

Don't worry about it.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah, it's just this time of year, you
know.

I can barely remember my own name.

Hey, Bobby and I, we had a great time
camping with Mike Jr.

We did.

Ended up at the Holiday Inn.

Yeah, it rained.

What can I say?

Uh, on tour. On the left.

Yeah.

Talk to you soon.

Well, this one, I was thinking, um...

The summer, camping.

Maybe just the four of us.

You know how to build a fire?

Rub two sticks together, something like
that.

Close enough.

You're on. All right.

I'm pretty sure the brake lights never
went on.

You're pretty sure?

Yeah, I would have seen it in the rear
view.

I mean, that car, it wasn't stopping,
that's for sure.

I guess that's pretty clear.

There might have been a tension.

Yeah, the guy could have been drunk or
on his cell phone or engaged in some hot

foreplay or all of the above, right?
Yeah, could have been.

I'm sorry I'm late, Rossi.

Mike?

Michael Shansky, Aldo Rossi, my new
partner.

Hey.

Huh?

How you doing? So where are we at?

Hit and run, victim,

Doug Fulton, and no one ID'd the plate.
He's an accountant over here at OnTorch.

Unless you ID'd the plate, Mr.
Olshansky. You turned away too fast. I

that already.

Yeah, right.

Don't you have to get a prelim from the
ID?

Yeah.

Smart guy.

He seemed to be.

Anyway, the captain figured I'd gone
stag too long.

So why are you here?

I just dropped a guy before he got hit.
He was a father at school.

Mike Jr.

was tight with his kid.

Sorry. You gonna make it? I don't know.
It looked pretty bad.

I hate to think that somebody wanted him
whacked.

Now, whoa, that's a Carl Lewis lead.

You got reason to suspect that?

Yeah, a car.

Remember, he was slow even after I hit
him.

Okay, we'll consider it a possibility.

First thing to do is find that car.

Keep me in the loop. Yeah.

I've been in surgery seven hours.

I spent 18 years risking my life.

Guns in my head, still walking around.

Dog, he sits behind a desk his whole
life counting beans.

Boom.

It's not fair, but in situations like
this... Oh, please.

You'll lie to him to anything.

What?

One word about God or whatever.

Whatever. Wait. Hold on.

Heather from the hospital.

What's going on?

Oh, no.

Hey, I bought it.

to outpatient services.

There's Owen to outpatient services.

Dr.

Pollitzer to OR1.

Dr. Pollitzer to OR1.

Mom?

Our prayer has now ended and we bid our
last farewell.

By God's mercy, we who leave this
cemetery in sorrow today

will be reunited with Doug and all our
loved ones to live forever

in the peace and joy of God's heavenly
kingdom.

Let us comfort one another in our faith,
faith of Jesus Christ.

I really like Mr. Fulton.

You're a nice man.

Maybe I should be with Bobby.

I think that's a good idea.

Harry, sorry.

Mike is growing up.

He's a good kid.

Your dad's birthday is coming up.

You know what's making you think of
birthdays?

You make me think of making peace.

Maybe it's time to give him a call.

Oh, Heather, come on.

He's not taking my calls.

You know that.

Buy him a gift. Take it over there. So
he can slam the door in my face?

Better if he bothers to open it?

I've offered the pipe plenty.

He's not taking it. He's not going to be
around forever, Mike.

Wouldn't hurt to try.

Yes, it would.

Bobby,

I'm proud of you today.

Thanks, Mr. Oshansky. You guys coming to
the house?

Yeah.

Mr.

Oshansky. Yeah.

They're going to find you did this to my
dad, right?

They're already trying.

What if they can't?

I'll do whatever I can.

Michael, here are Patty's keys.

Everybody with food, follow Michael to
the kitchen.

We're serving trays on the counter.

Bags of ice were delivered. They should
be by the back door. Give me a hand.

Funeral notices read like open houses in
this neighborhood.

This place practically screams, rob me.
Why not grab jewelry or something else?

Why just grab a laptop?

Easy to grab, easy to pawn.

Any crackhead knows this.

Were we talking? Hey, take it easy,
Mike.

If you hadn't come into the house, he
probably would have moved on to the

jewelry. Maybe the laptop has evidence
on the guy who clipped him. Well, if we

get a hit on the prince, you know, we'll
run it right away.

Why are you looking at 10 ,000 tourists?
Murder or accident, if we get the car,

game over.

Yeah? Well, would it kill you to follow
motive while you're looking at the car?

Oh, Bobby.

Now, look, Mike, I know you want to
figure this out for the family, but do

think I'd let this slide?

It's not you, Marcellus. You think Rothy
runs me? No.

But I... I'm sorry. I better get inside.

Yeah, you better.

You're done.

I don't want to hurt my dad.

He was a nice guy.

He never hurt anybody.

Hmm?

He yelled at a painter once.

Curse that.

My parents yelled at each other a lot.

Couldn't stand it.

Be more likely for someone to murder
your dad.

Hmm? He was a cop.

People cops arrest and try to kill them
sometimes.

I saw it on the news.

He's not a cop anymore.

Driving a cab's dangerous, too.

They get robbed all the time.

I saw it on TV.

Let's watch a movie.

Hey, fancy.

I'm trying to eat here, Emily.

Doug Fulton. Hit and run.

Died three days ago over at Mercy
Hospital.

So you got access to the police bloater.

Takes more than that for a Pulitzer
Prize.

He just got out of your cab.

Yeah, and our kids go to school
together, so maybe you don't mind.

Try the stuff.

What do you want? I'm just trying to be
nice.

Mission impossible.

Look. Police corruption is newsworthy,
and I wrote your story like I saw it.

It's not personal.

So you're driving a cab, and word on the
street is you're doing good deeds.

Tracking runaways, de -taxing junkies,
aiding the abused and the unfairly

accused.

Just picture the headline.

From bad to good.

Local cabbie, local hero.

Come on.

God, people are talking about you,
Osansky. I thought they had some choice

about you, too.

Don't you want them to know what you're
doing?

The reluctant hero.

Even better.

She's buying.

Going to Antorca's Olshansky?

We're going there because it's a good
place to work.

Fulton worked there.

Maybe somebody knows something.

Whatever. It's an hour.

Then we can go back to looking at red
Tauruses until we die of old age.

Was he a good cop?

I bet.

Except for that little lapse.

Well, all that time undercover can
really bend your mind.

Did you see it coming, him going bad?

I probably did.

I didn't want to.

So I put blinders on, unconscious, as
the strings would say.

Yeah, you see one of those?

Next question.

All that time undercover, you ever get
tempted?

Anyone who spends that much time gets
tempted.

How you handle it is what separates the
sheep from the goats.

You got something embalmed in there?
Lamb curry.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no. You
don't like lamb?

No curry in the car, Rossi.

No garlic, no cooked cabbage, and under
no circumstances will there be any

stinky cheeses in this car. What does
that leave me, Marcella?

Pudding.

It's a taxi license.

I'm an investigator with the City Taxi
Commission.

Whenever a cab has been connected to an
accident, we have to look into it.

What'd you say his name was?

Doug Fulton.

Cab picked him up from here at 9 .45,
Tuesday night.

Well, no guarantee he signed in or out,
but... Huh.

Here it is.

Mr. Fulton signed in at 9, out at 9 .40.

Who was he here to see?

What was Doug working on?

A third quarter end report.

Any problems with that? Nothing besides
the crunch to get it done.

Either of you have problems with Doug?

Are we suspects here?

No, what Sergeant Rothery means is, did
anyone here in On Tour have a problem

with Doug?

No one's going to run him over because
he preferred a 20 -year amortization

schedule.

That accountant humor must kill in the
lunchroom.

Ms. Viallo, what kind of car do you
drive?

Black Chevy Avalanche.

The new Saturn, Cranberry.

Tuesday, 10 p .m., where were you?

Clubbing. Way hammered.

But I wasn't driving.

And you, Ms. Viallo?

I was here, with Mr. Cooper.

Can you tell me who you and Doug Fulton
talked about that night? No, not really.

There's a hack license.

Doesn't say anything about being an
inspector.

So, if you don't mind.

Did he say if something was bothering
him?

Do I need to call security?

That might be difficult if you're
hanging out the window.

Uh, look, Mr.

Olshansky, I'm on towards outside
accountant.

Doug and I were going over some 10Q
numbers on Tuesday night.

That's it? That's it. Didn't have time
to chit -chat.

Did he seem upset?

Preoccupied? All accountants are
preoccupied this time of year. I'm

What'd you do the rest of the night?

Do you honestly believe I ran him over?
I'm just ruling people out. Yeah, well,

include me in that category.

I left right after he did.

Where were you going? Breakfast meeting
in D .C.

And no, you don't have to hang me out
the window to get a list of the people I

traveled with.

Thanks for your time.

Mr. Cooper.

Was Doug having problems with anyone in
the company?

Well, I really didn't have that much day
-to -day contact with Doug.

Who was boss?

Well, yeah, but I have over 100 people
reporting to me.

I never heard of any trouble.

How about with you?

Well, like I said, I really didn't see
him very much.

He was another number cruncher.

Family man, all that.

What kind of car do you drive?

A BMW.

The new 745i.

Silver.

Tuesday night?

Well, I was here till midnight.

With Eva Biello.

Budget projections.

Wait a minute. You guys don't really
think... Thanks for your time.

It's been a pleasure, Mr. Cooper.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

Where's your mom?

Home.

But she knows you're here.

Oh, Mikey.

You can't do that.

Wait.

What's the matter?

I don't think Bobby was trying to be
mean.

Well, then why do you want to scare me
like that?

Well, he's probably thinking about
himself.

How scared he must be.

Facing life with no dad at that age.

My age?

Yeah, but... Oh, Michael, you've got
your dad.

I'm going to be around for a long time.

Promise?

You know, I wish I could tell you that
bad things won't ever happen.

But that would be a lie.

But what I can say is that they don't
happen very often. Hardly ever.

When you think about all the people in
the world.

But there's still a chance.

But not much.

Michael, really.

Not much.

Hey. I'm fine, thanks. How are you
tonight?

It's awesome.

Transmission's slipping again.

I was right about you.

Doug Fulton's death, I know you're
looking into it.

You talked to Wayne Gondry, Hunter's
outside accountant?

Are you following me, Emily?

I might have to call the cops. Think
they'd come?

Did you know that Gondry's being
investigated by the SEC for insider

Oh, you're a busy little beaver, aren't
you?

I'm really only interested in who ran
down Doug Fulton. Maybe it's all

connected.

Maybe Fulton was feeding Gondry
information.

Maybe Fulton had an attack of
conscience.

Maybe Gondry got nervous.

Gondry's got an alibi.

Maybe Gondry hired someone to do it.

But maybe that's too many maybes for me
to handle. I'll see you around.

What's it all about, Osansky?

This need to get involved.

Friend of the family's. No, not just
this. All of it.

Helping people.

You're doing it for redemption?

Penance? Is it some kind of Catholic
thing? Yeah, you got me.

I'm trying to be Pope someday.

Word has it that even your own father
won't talk to you.

But what the hell, he wouldn't talk to
me either.

What do you do when you go home at
night, Emily?

You got anybody there that you care
about?

That woman is like a hatchet in the
back.

She wants to know all about you.

The Zorro of Philly, riding into the
night on his yellow horse.

She talk to you?

Of course she talk to me.

She wants to know about your crimes,
your heroics, your family, your sexual

proclivities. I didn't tell her about
the handcuffs and the spurs, if that's

what you mean. Yeah, I wouldn't want
that getting out.

But she is.

Talking to everyone.

So she'll probably get something.

These are the on -tour employees we
talked to.

Make and model of the vehicles. Not a
tourist in sight.

Could have rented one.

Well, Ross, he cross -checked all of
them.

You look out of state?

In every state. No matches.

What about alibis? All clear. And as far
as we can tell...

All clear on Muddle, too. What about the
stolen computer?

Well, that had anything to do with the
case. It now sleeps with the fishes.

So who do we look at next?

We.

Me and Rossi, we're tracking the car
now.

I mean, if you come up with something
else, we'll get into it.

Check it in a couple of seconds.

Rossi's pretty good, huh?

He seems smart.

Thorough.

Not a snazzy dresser like you, but then
you can't have everything.

Yeah.

Kind of coming to terms with that.

He tried to eat curry in the car.

Curry?

You told him the rules?

Right down to the stinky cheese.

We had some fun out there.

We did.

Miss me?

How can I miss you when you won't leave
me alone?

Doug wouldn't do that.

Wayne Gondry is an accountant that Doug
worked with.

Now, he might have been involved with
securities fraud, insider trading.

Now, if Doug knew something... He would
have reported it. He hated that Enron

thing, the way those people abused
trusts, destroyed pensions.

Someone might have killed him for it.

I'm sorry, Patty.

If you want to get to the bottom of
this, I need to ask you these questions.

I know.

I'm sure that Doug was clean, but... My
dad wasn't a crook. You're the crook.

Bobby. That's why he's not a cop
anymore.

Said he'd find a man and kill my dad.

Promised. Oh, look, I'm trying.

Bobby, I'm doing the best I can.

And I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings.

I'm sorry, too. I know you are.

But I did do a bad thing.

I took money that wasn't mine.

From drug dealers, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, right.

Like you tell you?

Kids talk about it at school.

Must be rough on Michael.

No, we all stick up for each other.

That's good.

You... You're really angry

about losing your dad, aren't you?

You got the right.

Did you lose your dad?

In a way.

Look, I... I know that I'm not the man
that your father was, but I

just want you to know that I'm here for
you.

If you want to...

Talk, get angry, whatever.

I'm here.

I'm your friend.

Okay?

I'm sleeping.

He's a good boy.

I got into Doug's email.

Maybe... Yeah.

Refinite your home?

Delete.

This one doesn't have a subject.

Who's in camp?

Nancy Campbell.

Doug went to school with her.

She's an accountant, too.

It was sent three hours ago. She doesn't
know about Doug?

She was away. I didn't want to leave it
on her machine.

Just got back from conference.

Reviewed documents you sent.

Big problems. Keep your head down and
call me ASAP.

I can't believe this is happening.

You know, I mean, when Patty called, I
just... And I missed

the funeral.

How about your, uh, email?

Or sometimes we'd check each other's
work.

Kind of a habit we got into in college.

And the documents that you reviewed this
time?

He gave those to me in confidence.

Well, I understand that, but they could
have something to do with his death.

What? I don't think Antwerp would be too
happy about me having these, so... Just

be between us.

Doug was sampling Entour's accounts
receivables.

Ordinarily, you expect to find 1 % to 2
% discrepancies, but he was finding ones

as high as 15 % to 20 % with an extended
sample.

So in English, Doug figured out that
Entour was recognizing revenues it

really earned.

Cooking a book.

Seems to be endemic these days. Was Doug
talking to anybody at Entour about

this? Entour's CFO, Jim Cooper.

What, did you run a few red lights to
get here?

Yeah, I'm a hack. I know the shortcuts.

Guard says Cooper's up there.

Yeah, but you're staying down here.

I'm just waiting for a fare.

It's this way.

Oh, my God. Viallo, put down the
documents and step away from the

Now!

Where's Cooper? I don't know. Where is
he?

Please. You lied for him once.

He said he'd fire me. Fire you?

You're looking at accessory to murder.

Cooper. Cooper!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Get up.

What the hell are you? Don't pull the
shoe. Don't let it ring up, Bill.

I don't see a ride, but I think they got
other plans for you.

Before you go, I gotta know.

Did you kill him?

What?

No, no, I didn't kill anybody.

Well, we're resting you for it anyway.

I love it when you're mysterious with
me, Marcellus. What is this, anyway?

Trying to give me an extra job?

I don't like Cooper for the killing.
Never did.

He's a cold one.

Maybe from financial manipulation, but
real blood makes him squeamish.

Could have hired someone else.

He would have had to hire somebody.

Because he was banging Eva Biala in the
Independence Hotel when Doug got hit.

Look like a hitman to you?

Paul Doherty?

Uh, yeah.

Sergeant Washington, Philly PD.

You own a red Fort Torres?

Uh... One with a dented grill and a
busted headlight?

I guess so, yeah.

Yeah, we have your car.

You won't be driving it home today.

What?

Somebody just hit me in a parking lot.

That someone left parts of his coat in
your grill.

And bits of your headlight were found on
what's left of him.

He's dead.

His name was Doug Paul.

Thanks, President.

Rossi tracked it down.

Oh, he did his job.

So what's up with that?

It's like it's going to kill you to get
Amanda's props?

I don't remember you throwing me any
parties when I did my job.

You know, if it helps any, I'm sorry it
wasn't you.

Yeah, what? Really.

Come on, you got to face it, Mike.

It's never going to be like what it was.

If it wasn't Rossi, it'd be somebody
else.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, right.

I'm facing it.

The guy had some lame excuse about
talking on the cell phone.

Not seeing Duck.

Didn't have the decency to stop
afterwards. Yeah, claimed he panicked.

probably drunk, too. Who knows?

Well, at least it wasn't murder.

It's a small consolation, but... that
would have been harder to live with.

Sorry if I upset you.

No, no, Mike.

You had to follow your instincts.

What happens to Cooper? They had to
release him.

So he could steal more money? No, you
know, I don't think he'll get the

opportunity.

In the end, Doug got him.

This was the scene earlier today outside
the Entour Corporation. Chief Financial

Officer James Cooper being led away, in
cuffs, by federal agents.

Acting on a story that broke this
morning in the Enquirer, charges of

fraud were filed. If convicted, Cooper
could face up to seven years in prison.

You're a hero.

Oh, yeah, right.

No, I mean you're really a hero.

From bad to good.

What a bad word.

Crap.

She left out your on -door conquest.

Doug gets killed by a random hit -and
-run, and a multinational corporation

bites the dust because of it.

Life is strange.

What's that?

What's that?

They're from him.

We should monitor him.

Happy birthday, Dad.

I saw the top flight.

It'll be good this year, you know?
Change it up.

On the other hand, the Max flights, you
know, they've always... I'm not golfing

anymore. Why?

Because I'm not.

Why? So you and Ray and Tony just wake
up one morning, toss 30 years of golf?

They're still playing.

Oh.

You're not playing because of what I
did.

It was four grand.

To a cop, four grand or a dime don't
make a difference. It was a disgrace.

Yeah, well, you and the guys, you didn't
do any different in your day. We never

broke the law. Oh, you believe that?

If I had a buck for every free lunch you
took or every bottle of scotch you got

from Murphy's at Christmas? We protected
the neighborhood.

If the occasional gift came by, what was
the harm?

We did our jobs.

That's just what I told myself before I
realized what a bunch of crap that is.

Don't compare yourself to me.

The only difference is I'm admitting I'm
a thief. If I'm so bad, why the hell

are you standing here?

Because you're my father.

I just want to talk.

I got nothing to say.

Sorry.

Thank you, Mikey.

It will never be like that with us.

I promise you that.

You ready for some pizza?

Think Bobby might want to come?

I don't know.

Why don't you give him a call?