All language subtitles for The Pretender S04E10 Spin Doctor

Good morning, Washington.

It's a sunny new day here in the
nation's capital, but don't put away

umbrellas just yet, as there's a storm
moving up the seaboard. The five -day

forecast will follow today's Washington
Report.

We're at Secret Service headquarters for
today's Washington Report, where

officials are trying to piece together
the final hours of Todd Baxter, a young

agent whose body was recovered from the
Potomac River just last night.

Todd.

Will you help me, please? My car is
broken down and I need a ride.

Please. All right.

Hop in.

Come in, Mr. Park.

The tender has escaped.

I'm Todd Baxter.

Jared. Jared.

You got a last name?

Just Jared.

It's Jared, huh?

How about that, Apples?

Apples?

I, uh, I don't know how I can ever thank
you. Just someday down the road, do

something nice for somebody.

The Secret Service is baffled by the
apparent suicide. After just three and a

half short years as an agent, how did
such a promising young man end up dead

the Potomac? A question that may never
be answered.

There are pretenders among us.

I was taken from my family.

36 ,000 is already demonstrating more
talent than any of our others.

How many people died because of what I
thought up?

Since I broke out, I've spent every
moment searching for my past. He's a

pretender. A genius who can become
anyone that he wants to be.

The Santa wants him alive.

Preferably. He defends the weak and
abused.

Life's a gift.

Are

you a

doctor? I am today.

More details emerging in the apparent
suicide of young Secret Service agent

Baxter, who spent the final hours of his
life at this D .C. hotel, the River

Glen. Sources say he jumped to his death
in the Potomac after a night of drugs

and depression.

However, friends and family we spoke
with say this is not the Todd Baxter

knew. It's going to make a difference.

Does that sound hokey?

Hokey.

They had a sporting event.

Yeah. All my life I've known that these
were things to get done.

I don't have to talk talent and all
that, but with smarts and hard work, I

change the world.

But what changed Todd Baxter? Was it the
pressure of life inside the Beltway?

The demanding years in the Secret
Service? The answers are through those

Agent Halden. Special Agent Wilkes. Oh,
right, right, right. The behavioral

science guy. Yeah, I just got in from
the airport.

I bet you didn't have lunch either, did
you, Harry? Hungry?

Cup of soup.

A meal in a minute.

That's a rather clever idea, isn't it?
Idea? Are you from the Seattle office or

Mars?

Somewhere in between.

Well, I bet the boss wants to see you at
Talbot. He's got the place buzzing over

the Baxter thing.

You knew Todd? Yeah.

I can't believe you'd do something like
this.

Neither can I. Wilkes, Ellis Talbot.

Sir. Seattle, fax me your papers this
morning. I could use a man with your

expertise about now. Follow me.

Maid called the D .C. cops this morning.
They called the Bureau.

FBI's running things.

Hoover boys are looking at Baxter's body
now. From what I understand, he's been

in the Potomac for about a week.

He put a Do Not Disturb sign on the
door, which is why it took the hotel

so long to finally get curious.

Which fits with the rest of the story.

The night Todd checked in here,
witnesses downstairs say that he met up

old girlfriend in the bar, and they came
up here for a little sex and a lot of

heroin.

Has anyone questioned the girlfriend?

Beds are still looking for her, but
indications are she was long gone before

Todd went on his bender.

And jumped.

Demons like his, I sometimes wonder if I
ever knew the real Todd Baxter.

You sure you want to get out of here?

Yes.

This will be fine.

All right.

Your car didn't really break down, did
it?

No.

Why did you help me?

My gut told me to trust you.

Wait a second.

There you go. Oh, no, I couldn't
possibly. You've helped me too much

Forget it. Have an ice cream cone on me.

Ice cream?

Is it good?

Yeah, it's very good.

Look, I don't know what cave you've been
living in, Jared, but... Ever in D .C.,

look me up.

I will.

Thank you.

Jared.

Get to work with the feds if you have
to, but report only to me. So what is it

you're not telling me?

FBI is floating the theory that this was
a homicide.

That's where you come in.

Baxter's suicide is embarrassing enough
without the far -fetched speculation it

was a murder. You're the behavioral
science expert. Get them to see the

about Todd's psychological troubles.

The truth. Use all any of us want.

Agent Ted Holder?

This is Special Agent Jared Wilkes.

Bailey Malone, violent crimes task
force.

DCTF, the Bureau's finest.

I brought the Baxter autopsy files.

You boys have some catching up.

Daddy, I just heard.

Oh, it's nothing to fear. Doctors just
want the baby for observation.

Your little brother's going to be just
fine. After all, you helped my new son

into this world and got me back to my
old desk.

I've never been more proud to be your
father.

Oh, you got that look in your eye.

What lie has Jared been telling you now?

It's not Jared.

It's me.

I don't know. It just... So much has
happened in the last few weeks.

Bridget dying.

You coming home with a new baby.

Ah, I understand.

You want things to be different.

Listen, come here.

Come here.

You must never lose your desire to get
Jared back.

The new child is the future of the
family, but Jared is the future of the

center. Why?

It's our greatest achievement, our
biggest asset.

However, consider your life officially
changed.

It's a brand new day at the center.

My attempts at cross -pollination appear
to be successful.

Very good.

Aye!

Damn lie!

Aye! It's the autopsy already.

Yes, it's all there in the report. Oh,
and get this. Malone tells me they're

just thinking murder. They're thinking
signature killer.

Signature killer? Yeah.

Apparently their profiler has a theory.
Profiler.

That's me.

Were you expecting someone else?

Call it deja vu, with a twist ending.

Jared Wilkes. Rachel Burke.

Agent Ted Holder. Nice to meet you.

Not to be rude, but isn't your signature
killer theory a bit presumptuous?

Well, it's just that. It's a theory.

But there is evidence to support it.
Like? Like our autopsy.

It confirms that Todd Baxter did not die
from a jump. He was strangled to death.

Probably a piano wire.

And despite a week in the Potomac, we
found these.

Look at your marks.

On both wrists.

Not exactly consistent with suicide.

Not to be rude.

And he was drugged, and there is
evidence of sexual activity.

He may have a sexual need to be tied up,
maybe even as fixated.

Or someone else died a month.

Your signature killer.

Yeah, it's just a... Instinct.

Something like that.

They've located Todd's girlfriend and
Emily Spadler.

I'd like to question her, my Phil.

I'll, uh... I'll keep you on the loop. I
look forward to that.

Todd and I met at Columbia.

I studied journalism and he was a
criminology major.

What they say about Todd is true. He was
a really good guy.

But he had demons.

What kind of demons?

The kind he couldn't beat.

And this town made it worse.

I'd never seen him that wrecked. He was
in a bad place that night.

He had a drug habit, didn't he?

Yes.

It haunted him.

Did you try to help him?

What do you think I was doing that
night?

That's why I went upstairs. I was always
trying to help him.

But then he pulled out the drugs and he
started drinking.

And we started fighting. Some things
were said, so I left.

So you just walked out?

No, that's my demon.

So in your mind, Todd Baxter was
perfectly capable of jumping off that

Yeah.

He was always going too far. That's the
way he was.

Unless you know something I don't.

This can't be right.

Sidney wouldn't have trashed these.
They're like therapy for him.

Oh, hello.

Always knew he was a mad scientist.

Well, the center does have teeth.

Go back to before he freaks out.

Angelo, zoom in and freeze it.

It's a watch, and it's in our bag.
Angelo must have dug it out of the

archives. And being an empath, he had to
know the effect it would have on Sid. I

hate seeing him like this.

How many black holes has Sidney helped
me out of?

Why didn't you come to me?

You got 48 hours to find the truth.

FBI wants to chase theories they can do
it until their badges fall off.

But I can tell you this, I will not have
my division wasting resources on Agent

Baxter. Tell Jerry we're in for this.
Sir, he is one of our own.

That's not the issue.

This whole mess has put a spotlight on
us, and it's a bad one. Are you

suggesting that the FBI is lying? No,
I'm saying Agent Baxter was lying. For

we know, a heroin dealer killed him.
It's bad enough that this didn't show up

a background check. Now we have to find
out the kid had a million sick habits.

Million and what?

Jerry Linden, Office of Communications.

Special Agent Wilkes.

Pleasure. Reporter calls you. Send him
to Jerry.

Thank you, sir. Do not leak this.

Not good.

Agent Baxter was arrested in college,
possession of heroin, intent to sell.

Well, I guess we better just drop the
case right now.

Case? You sound like the feds.

You got your 48 -hour, and you're back
in Seattle.

May I have this? You got it all on file.
You don't need the stuff about Todd

floating around.

Come on in.

The shredders in Seattle are smaller.

Secrets in D .C. are bigger.

You should see the size of the janitor's
cart they haul their stuff away in

every Friday.

Talbot put his personality through that
thing.

Let me tell you something about Talbot.

You know all that crap about Boy Scouts
who run alongside the president's limo?

He doesn't just buy it.

He lived it for 25 years.

Todd Baxter would have, too.

Tell me something.

If they were such good friends, why did
she walk out of that hotel room?

I don't know.

He had an addiction.

Sometimes walking's the only option.

I said muggings are up, but I had no
idea.

Thanks. You guys were right.

Thank you.

That wasn't a mugging.

I think you know that.

Why did you leave Todd at the hotel that
night?

What do you want from me?

He was my friend. It's not my fault he
couldn't see that. He was murdered, and

someone is trying to destroy what's left
of his name.

I don't think you want that.

Why are you lying?

I

came

to this town to make a difference.

You sound like Todd.

You saved my life once.

God, I miss him.

And help me.

Help me protect his memory.

Todd said he was meeting someone at the
hotel.

But he still had time to help me with a
problem I had at work.

That was Todd.

We had dinner, and I left.

I hadn't heard from him in a week, and
then I see the news.

I found his body.

I get this phone call. The man on the
other end knows where I live. He knows

where I walk my dog. Everything.

He asked you to lie.

He had to lie. I looked out.

It was scary.

I had to say that it was sex and heroin.

Todd and I...

We're best friends, just friends.

We were never together in his room that
night.

And he never did drugs.

They said he was arrested for possession
in college. Total lie.

The man on the phone threatened to end
my career. I didn't care. Todd was my

friend. I told him I was going to call
the papers.

And then he told me to check my mailbox.

That's my father.

They made me choose between Todd's
memory and my father's life.

I... You did the right thing.

You did the right thing.

Did Todd tell you who he was meeting
that night?

No.

All he said was, I'm going to be in the
paper soon.

And then he tapped his briefcase.

Like there was something important in
it.

I want you to stay at my place.

You'll be safe there.

There's no safe place in the monsters.

Todd said D .C. was like a big
masquerade ball, only the people in the

were monsters.

If you want to make a difference, you've
got to pull off a few masks.

That's why he's dead, Jared.

No hope.

No hope.

What is hope, Angela?

Sidney lost hope.

Sidney lost hope. What does it have to
do with that law?

Center takes hope.

What did they take, Angela?

Check this file. It's a long shot, but
see if there's something about hope.

Mr. Parker takes hope from Sidney. What
does my father have to do with this?

Hey, how about I cook you lunch?

No thanks, I'll pass.

Come on, you have your vegetable, your
chicken noodle, your shrimp gumbo.

Shrimp almost tastes real.

Tempting, but no.

This better be good.

Todd Baxter tells his friend Emily
Sadler that his name is about to be put

the paper, that he has something
important in his briefcase.

Three days later, Bill Radcliffe,
reporter, cover secret service for the

Washington Journal, died in a car
accident. An accident with one

detail. Ligature marks, like those found
on Todd Baxter.

I believe that Baxter was going to meet
this reporter at the hotel to expose

something that he discovered.

And that something was in his briefcase.

All we found was office paperwork.

What makes you so damn sure? Let's just
say that I've gotten into the mind of

the killer.

You what?

Think about it.

The killer wants to cover up what Todd
has discovered.

That's why he had to kill the reporter,
too.

I don't think so.

The killer's into the act. The power he
exhibits over the helpless victim is a

purity and not violence. It satisfies
him. I mean, if there is a cover -up,

someone else is calling the shots.

Someone else? Yes. And this theory is
based upon what?

My theory is based upon... Hold on a
second. Hold on. There are two suspects.

You two might want to get on the same
page.

You're running out of time, Jared.

Holder, head to my office, will you,
please?

You and I, we have to talk.

Talbot could shut us down. Not me.

He could seal the evidence. It would
take months to reopen the case for the

You and me, we have to work together.
Yes, but I'm not going to do it blindly.

Oh, but you can make these leaps of
logic. How does that work?

It's complicated.

Well, that isn't good enough.

There's evidence of a cover -up. Not by
the killer.

Then by who?

Todd Baxter was at that hotel room to
meet the reporter so he could expose the

killer. Has it ever occurred to you that
maybe he just needs to kill? Needs to

kill, no.

Then maybe he ought to get into his mind
again. How does that work, Jared?

It's complicated.

You know, Jared, I think that under
different circumstances, you and I...

Still wouldn't have gotten along.

Is that so?

Well, for starters, you drink processed
powder and hot water. You never know how

tasty something's going to be unless you
try it for yourself.

Well, if we ever make it out of here,
I'm going to show you what real food is

like. I make an amazing bouillabaisse.

Really? Mm -hmm.

Can you drink it out of a mug?

You can drink it out of whatever you
like.

You're looking for your family.

Yes.

They're out here somewhere.

I lost my dad when I was ten.

Tough age to become man of the house.

You grew up fast.

Very. But he taught me responsibility.

Always do the right thing. Make sure
others do too.

Make sure others do too.

All he said was, I'm going to be in the
paper soon.

And then he tapped his briefcase.

Like there was something important.

Doesn't make any sense.

You know the thing I can't understand
about these papers, Jared?

Why kill Todd over these? They're all
random, not connected.

Not even by a specific case. It's like
somebody just grabbed them.

To replace the ones that were originally
in his briefcase.

If somebody did switch him, then Todd
definitely had the goods on him.

The question is who.

Hang in there, man. We'll get him.

Agent Wilt. It's Malone. Listen, I went
over those papers you sent from Baxter's

briefcase.

Nothing. However, I found something
interesting.

What? That heroin charge against Baxter
from his college days.

It's a fake.

Yeah. Campus cop who arrested Baxter
doesn't exist.

Someone's trying to scare us past.

I'll have to call you back.

Let's take a walk.

Let me share something with you, agent.
I'm under review.

And I'm not inclined to believe in a
conspiracy, but I know what city I'm in.

This Baxter thing keeps going south.

We're going to ruffle some feathers.

And we're going to get clipped.

What about Todd Baxter?

Whose feathers did he ruffle?

What do you mean? There was something in
his briefcase. Something that someone

didn't want exposed.

He also had heroin, barbiturates, and
some fuzzy handcuffs.

The kid was misdeterred.

I hired Baxter. You think I want to
believe this?

He was convicted of possession in
college.

We should track down the arrested
officer. He already did.

You talked to the officer that arrested
him? Yeah.

I would have rather not.

Trust me.

Jerry's seen the truth on this thing
from the beginning.

I'm beginning to see it myself.

Lyndon switched the file?

Nice theory.

But you got no proof unless you find the
original.

They'll probably long shred it by now.

Well then, it's time to go digging
through some trash.

Typical shrink.

Just flat nut.

It was in a center evidence bag. Who did
the watch belong to?

I don't want to relive that.

Relive what?

We helped him. It was awful.

Then get it out in the open.

It's a brand new day at the center.
Remember?

All right. Years ago, Sidney killed a
woman.

Agent Wilkes.

Just the man I've been looking for.

What? Nice working with you again.

About a year ago, you worked with us on
a kidnapping in Atlanta.

You used a different name.

Who the hell are you?

Who are you working undercover for?

Congress.

I work for an oversight committee that
keeps tabs on local and federal law

enforcement. That explains your badge in
Atlanta.

What brought you to the service?

The committee smelled a rat in the
Baxter case.

They sent me down.

Still doesn't answer all my questions.

I'll answer any question you want.

But right now, I found Todd Baxter's
killer, and I need your help to get him.

He killed a woman?

In a car accident.

Happened during the early stages of the
Jared Project.

Sid hired a college intern from France,
a young girl.

She was pretty. Apparently they were
having an affair.

They'd gone to dinner and were driving
back when Sidney lost control and

Saturday Tree.

She died two hours later in the
hospital.

Her name was Hope? Claudia.

When Angela said Sidney lost control, he
meant it.

These are the central records of the
accident.

I'm hoping that'll help us find Sid.

Well, it's a restaurant.

And this must be where they died before.

Worth a try.

Did you glue this together?

Yeah, it's all 6 ,422 strips.

After that, I got bored.

Yeah, well, Baxter certainly wasn't.
Between these articles and those

confidential memos you pieced together,
Baxter connected Lyndon to numerous

illegal operations and other so -called
suicides.

Todd was definitely trying to make a
difference.

How about those apples?

Them. Apples.

Hmm? It's about them apples.

Oh, I knew it was something about
apples.

You know, Bailey told me who you worked
for.

They're the ones who told you how to get
into a killer's mind.

No.

That was more homeschooling.

What about some home?

You don't want to know.

Well, I decided not to wait.

Cut it.

Is this your bouillabaisse?

Mm -hmm.

Mm.

Mm.

How do you have time to track a killer
and make something this delicious?

Well, we all have our secrets.

Don't we, Jared?

It only helps until the next morning.

And I'll be back then.

We know about the accident.

Look, I'm here with some of my favorite
girls, can't you see?

So leave me alone. You wouldn't let us
off that easy, so forget it, Disney.

It wasn't your fault.

You have to let Claudia go.

I can't. We're celebrating.

Why?

Because.

Because they used her against me.

The center helped you.

The center sure helped.

They were there right after the
accident.

Center sweeper.

Yelling, oh, we'll give Claudia the best
care.

Give her this watch for her birthday.

It would have been yesterday.

How did Angelo know about... Angelo.

How does Angelo know about anything?

He knew that you need to deal with this
pain, Sid.

That you were in love with her.

That wasn't Angelo.

They told you that.

That's what my father said. That's what
the files said.

Enter light!

Careful.

Oh, no. Much later, when I found out
what the center was doing with Jared's

work, and I rose up in protest.

They used the accident against you?

I did love her.

Like my daughter.

She was my student.

But the center fabricated some story of
an affair between us. They threatened me

with jail. They threatened to... To
separate you from Jared?

Yes. They used it to force me to do
their bidding.

Not only was Claudia dead, but they
tried to destroy the very memory of her.

My father did this to you?

Not directly, of course.

But yes, Mr. Parker was running the
center.

Todd Baxter knew too much.

He connected Linda to several major
illegal operations.

Character assassinations, extortion,
among other clandestine things.

Your director of communications has had
six Washington jobs in the last seven

years. Yeah, travel office, DOJ cover
-up, framed a DOE whistleblower.

plumber's got nothing on this guy.
Hasn't paid this well since Deagor and

His offshore accounts are packed.

Agent Baxter found out that crafty son
of a bitch killed him.

Made it look like a drug overdose, so I
shut down the case.

Blame me.

Except Lyndon isn't a killer, is he,
Rach?

Are you two reading each other's minds
now?

Murder is not in Lyndon's profile.

He likes to control the truth, but only
from the background. He was probably

never in that hotel.

Think you had someone do his dirty work
for you?

All right, when do we move? We don't.

There's a killer out there, and Lyndon
is going to lead us right to him.

Daddy, the center did this. You did
this. You forget.

Triumvirate gave the orders. I carried
them out.

I knew you would say that.

I don't like your attitude.

Daddy, please.

I just want Sydney to have some closure.

To be arranged.

Mr. Morgenstern.

Mais je rêve.

Bye -bye.

Raymond, c 'est toi?

Oh, Sidney.

Oh, chérie.

When you told me what Sidney was going
through, I had her flown in.

She's a groundbreaking psychiatrist at a
teaching hospital outside of Paris.

A hospital funded by the center.

After the accident, she healed up
quickly.

Gave her a future, a career.

And told her that Sidney was dead.

That's one order I wish I'd never taken.

Angel, that new life changes everything
I told you. It's a brand new day.

Communications, Lyndon. I'm watching
you.

Who the hell is this? I'm the man you
hired to throw Todd Baxter out the

Baxter committed suicide.

No. You hired me to kill him, didn't
you?

I'll take that as a no comment.

If you care to explain yourself, off the
record, meet me at the River Glen

Hotel, room 814.

Anyone here?

You don't think I'd be foolish enough to
be armed, do you?

By now, how big a fool you are.

Agent Wilkes.

So what is this?

It's the River Glen Hotel.

Not exactly the Watergate, but the
scandal can be made here as well.

Documents that I stole from your office.

They seem to say otherwise.

Well, aren't you industrious?

Fabrications designed to destroy an
honest man. Like the ones you create?

Like the ones that Todd Baxter
discovered?

You make a fortune creating scandals
that ruin people's lives.

Even end them, Jared.

If you're trying to get me to make a
verbal admission for something I know

nothing about, for you or... whoever
else is watching.

Damn it.

I'm afraid you got the wrong fool.

You're right.

I am a fool for ever believing you could
possibly just tell the truth.

We're done here.

Oh, we are just...

Getting started.

You better get in there. Maybe just give
him a minute.

I wouldn't want you to miss it.

Miss what?

Your suicide.

What are you doing?

I'm setting the scene.

Just like the man you hired to kill Todd
Baxter did.

I'm going to make it seem like you had
an evening of drugs.

And you took a swan dive out the window.

Hope they find your body sooner.

No, wait. Wait.

No. No waiting. Wait.

No.

No. No. Who did it?

You tell me who killed Todd Baxter,
they'll be fishing your body out.

What's left of it, I can pay you. Just
forget about Baxter.

Money? Yeah. Todd Baxter saved my life.
You killed him. I'm ready to even the

score. You're crazy.

Plan B. Plan B. Go to Plan B.

What are you doing?

I'm owning your accomplice.

You tell me who killed him, I will drop
you out of this window.

Hold him.

I said hold him.

Where is he? He's in the service
elevator.

The end of the hall.

Get him!

Some more bouillabaisse?

No, I only had 30 seconds.

Chicken noodle.

Chicken almost tastes real.

That's why you're undercover.

You're alone in this world.

We all have secrets.

No family?

No one to get close to?

Not yet.

I should get back to the office. Jared,
this was more than just a case for you.

Why?

Let's just say I was helping out an old
friend.

Well, if you ever need a new friend, you
can call me.