All language subtitles for boomtown_s01e06_the_freak

Every night a different club. The most
gorgeous girls, all models.

Each one hungry for the perfect guy.

Yeah, but guys like us. From Omaha.

Wow. Man, a L .A. woman sees a corn -fed
Midwestern boy, it's like catnip.

Wow. Yeah, I should have moved out of
here years ago.

You see this tan line?

My convertible.

You see that white thing through the
trees?

Yeah. It's the bottom of the Y on the
Hollywood sign.

What was that?

The girl next door practicing her
kickboxing. Now you should see this

Ass like a Brangus steer.

Yep, L .A.'s crawling with stars.

Everywhere they go, cameras flash,
spotlights shoot into the sky.

I mean, they roll out the red carpet for
Carrot Top when he goes to the dry

cleaners.

Oh, God!

My head is splitting. I'm going in the
back to pick up. Can I work the register

alone? Give Mr. Solonik his check,
whatever he pays. It's fine.

Hey, hey, hey, we're in America
speaking.

It's the dream to own my own gym.

My name still means something.

In Russian, maybe.

A whiskey dream, but I'll pay back the
first one.

Every ruble.

Dollar's only, please.

That's either.

I will pay back every dollar to remind
you I'm a man of my word.

And if you see fit, you offer another
loan.

So this is the third Western shooting
this month, isn't it?

Yeah. The last one was a dying guy
missing his fingertips.

Do you know why he was missing his
fingertips?

The shooter chopped him off to avoid ID?

That's right.

We had 27 people here at the time of the
shooting, but none of them saw

anything. You know why? Must like their
fingers.

Make a hell of a detective, Ms. Ortiz.

Ortiz!

What happened, honey?

Broken glass.

Cut her knee.

I got it.

So you're saying you saw nothing?

Nothing.

Lara and I live in back.

We had gone to get some aspirin. Yeah, I
think you saw what happened here.

We keep on clearing back. Is that true?

Huh?

Lara?

The broken glass is on the floor. Now
don't tell me it flew all the way back

here to cut your knee.

That happened later.

When the shooting started, she wasn't
here.

What are you doing?

Get a little girl to do your job for
you?

Drag her into court to make her testify?

Whoa, whoa, ma 'am, look, I just want to
know what she saw.

I promise no one's going to make your
daughter testify. And why should I

you? Well, if it helps any, I believe
him. And that's because I know him, and

know that he's a man of his word.

Isn't that right?

Detective?

Um... Lara.

Can you tell us what you saw?

I saw who shot the man.

Right there.

Vadim Solonik shot him.

It was like X -Files or something.

We were there having a coups when bam!

Right out of thin air.

Albert Beecham's body was stolen from a
funeral home.

He was, uh...

Already dead?

Oh, man, that's just wrong.

That's why we need you to tell us
everything that happened the moment

landed. Think carefully.

Looking for details, Hollywood.

So your husband died of natural causes?

Well, Albert and I were newlyweds, and,
well, like a lot of newlyweds.

I understand.

The deceased passed away in flagrante.

No, he died during...

The act of love.

Ma 'am, do you have any idea who might
have wanted to steal your husband's

Well, there's one guy, but he'd never...
Who?

Well, I used to go out with this guy,
Charlie.

He was Albert's best friend. But he was
such a wimp, I dumped him and I hooked

up with Albert instead.

So, he's a guy with a grudge. Yeah.

Oh, but he never could have done it.

He's never done a thing in his life.

If he threw himself at the ground, he'd
miss.

Okay. Why don't we give him a call and
see what he has to say? All right.

You'd think more people would have shown
up with all the nice things Albert did.

Well, maybe it's traffic, ma 'am. And
after all it is, almost midnight.

And you think it's possible to live a
whole life on this earth and then nobody

gives a damn when you're finally dead
and gone?

Well, I guess it depends on how you live
your life, ma 'am.

There he is. There's Charlie.

Charlie Graham.

I have to talk to you about the
disappearance of Albert Beecham. Oh,

talk about. I did it.

I'm the one that stole Albert.

Chan behind your back, Charlie. Huh?

Ten years old. Forget about it.

Look, for six years we've been trying to
nail Solomon, right?

Murder, prostitution, fraud, extortion.
This kid is the first shot that we've

had to actually put this guy away.

The mother said no testifying. Then
change the way she's thinking. Look, she

every reason to say no, all right? She
understands that her kid would probably

never live to see a pre -lift. Then I'll
arrange protective custody. Oh, yeah,

because that never goes wrong. Look, do
you have any better ideas?

It's the Russian mob.

It's not a softball team.

They have a code. The first rule of the
code is carry out punishment to all

offending parties, all of them,
including 10 -year -olds.

You might sleep like a baby at night,
knowing that you put a 10 -year -old

girl's life on the line, but we don't.
Great. That's a really nice egalitarian

point of view.

I love the way you can assess all these
situations, even though they're a little

tricky. However, my job is to get scum
like Thalnick off the street, and while

I'll do my best to protect a witness, if
I turn my back on every case out of

fear of what might happen, you'll be
able to walk a city block without being

raped, robbed, or murdered.

No one walks in L .A.

Are we keeping you awake, Detective?

You okay, Bobby?

We're going to bring in Vadim. We're
going to make our case. But we're going

do it without the girl.

Well, by all means, bring in Vadim.

But I'm going to start the wheels on the
protective custody. If you can make a

case without the girl, my hat's off to
you. Just bring in Vadim.

Okay. I stole Albert Beecham's body from
the funeral home. So you're saying you

broke into the place?

Well, forget all technical.

It's not like it was hard or anything.

You acted alone in there?

Yes, sir. Trust me.

On solo.

You're hauling 185 pounds stiff as
Sunday all by yourself.

Hey, I was on the wrestling team in high
school. I had it all under control.

Why? Oh, it's a damn cool sport.

Yeah, plus you get to wear a unitard.

No, not why wrestling. Why did you steal
Albert?

You had a beef with him?

Oh, no, sir. No, sir, no way. It was
nothing like that.

You know what this is, Albert?

This is friendship and dedication.

You ripped my guts out when you stole
Darlene because I love that girl. You

my best friend and you stabbed me in the
back. So I wanted to hurt you, but I

couldn't do it.

Because you're already dead!

All right, this is it, Al.

Am I going to honor that promise I made
to you for so many years, or am I just

going to stew in my own stinky juice of
jealousy and fear?

Promise. You mean like a pledge?

Yes, I made a pledge to Albert.

A pledge to dump his remains in a hot
tub?

No, no, no. It was supposed to be the
ocean. In fact, if there's any part I'd

want to take back, it would definitely
be the hot tub part.

The hot tub only happened because I hit
the trigger button.

Trigger button.

We got everybody out of a cannon.

Yeah, it just went off, you know.

Wait a minute. This cannon, this is
something that you just have laying

the house?

Not exactly. No, I sort of borrowed it
from a circus supply store.

But I took it back right away. They
never even knew it was missing.

Which brings us back to the beginning.
Why?

Why did you shoot your friend's body out
of a cannon?

Because every year, Albert made Charlie
promise him he'd launch him from a

cannon when he died.

But Charlie...

I thought you were just playing along.

What do you mean?

It was a joke.

It was just Albert's idea of a joke.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Don't you see, Charlie?

It doesn't matter if it was a joke.

See, Albert didn't think you had it in
you to do something like that. But you

did, Charlie.

You shot him from a cannon.

Yes, I did, didn't I?

I really did.

I stood to use the restroom, walked a
few feet, heard the gun, turned to see

friend Oleg.

Yeah, and you didn't see the shooter's
face, huh?

As I already said, no.

I ran to Oleg, called 911, then went
after the man in the alley, but he was

for some time.

It's late, gentlemen. My client has been
more than cooperative.

Your client's story is garbage.

We are sorry that you feel that way, but
unless you are prepared to charge my

client with some crime... Excuse me.

You didn't have time to change your
shirt, Vadim?

Or did you not notice?

The dots.

The little red dots.

Take the shirt off.

Please.

And if those splatters turn out to be
blood, detective, my client told you

he was standing over the victim who had
been shot in the heart and was

splattering blood into the air.

Brezhnev.

So the prison guards won't shoot you in
the back?

Looks like you've had quite a ride.

This is mostly about women, you know.

I'm romantic at heart.

Yeah.

I see you're also a member of
Organizazia.

And a known gangster.

Your American obsession with gangsters
is amusing.

Marlon Brando and Al Pacino, you make
famous for being pretend gangsters.

Tupac Shakur, Suge Knight, you make
millionaires for being the real thing.

John Gotti's on the cover of People
magazine. Tony Socrano gets a big, shiny

statue, and yet you stand here and say,
gangsters, gangsters, mafia,

organizatio. Like it's a bad thing.

Wish I was a gangster.

They have a very big house. Go to
Hollywood parties.

Instead, I'm a businessman.

A tired, hungry businessman.

So, uh, if you don't mind, gentlemen,
I'm going home.

You're not going anywhere. Sit down.

Sit your ass down.

Lab did a preliminary test. It's blood.

Same as the Vic.

Well, we can send it out for DNA, but
that'll take at least a week. What's

Solnick saying?

Well, he's saying that blood sprayed on
him when he was helping the guy.

Problem is, this guy is going to be
tough to crack.

Problem is, you won't crack him.

We can check the DNA, but that doesn't
prove that the blood didn't get there

way he said it did.

The problem is, you squeezed every
single witness in the place, and they're

standing behind his story, all except
one.

So here's the question you've got to ask
yourself.

What's the greater good?

We can leave Solnick on the street. He
may or may not harm the girl, but he's

certainly going to kill again. Or we get
the girl to testify, put Solnick away,

and then bust our asses to keep her
safe. The greater good.

An imperfect system.

That's all we've got.

The girl who walks out of here.

Bob.

I want to talk to Solonik first.

All right, let's talk to him. I want to
talk to him alone.

You okay?

Yeah.

Sure, I like being the police.

Did you always want to be the police,
even when you were 10?

Well, I don't know about when I was 10.

I don't know if I had a game plan back
then. Do you want to come watch with me?

I'm going to stay and talk to your mom,
and after that, I'm all over those kids.

Did something happen?

Yeah, well, it's more like what didn't.

You know, we're not going to find
another way to get Solonite. There's not

single person who saw the shooting. We
haven't come down on hard, and no one is

cracking.

So you want me to sign my own daughter's
death warrant?

Is that what you came here to ask?

I'm not asking anything. I just want you
to know where we stand, that's all.

Every time I try to explain, she looks
at me and says, Mama, you always

said don't be afraid.

You must see she's all I have. I see,
Katrina.

I'm just not sure it's me you're trying
to convince.

I was 19.

Got pregnant.

Of course, I was going to end the
pregnancy like most women in Russia do.

I went to a clinic.

There were dozens of women there.

Many for their third and fourth times.

And they're all talking about their
struggles.

The hardness of life that never changes.

But I realized they have no hope.

And that's when I knew.

I would rather die than to live like
that.

So I went home, watched my belly grow,
and I told the life inside

me that I would do better, that she
could have a good life, that she

could have hope, and learn to believe
that things would be okay.

If we do this, can you tell me things
will be okay?

I won't let anyone harm that little
girl.

I can tell you that.

Bye bye.

Had a good day.

Either there was a lot of vodka in
there, or he's been drinking.

How have you been?

Wonderful.

The night that you said you didn't want
to see me anymore, the very afternoon I

was sleeping in there.

What did you say?

I told you the truth.

I told you no.

I'm not sleeping anymore, actually.

There's a reason people tell lawyer
jokes.

I promise, no one is going to make your
daughter testify. And why should I

believe you?

Well, if it helps any, I believe him.
And that's because I know him, and I

that he's a man of his word.

Isn't that right?

Detective?

We get the girl to testify, put Thalnick
away, and then bust our ass to keep her

safe. The greater good.

An imperfect system.

That's all we've got.

The girl you want is out of hand.

Robin.

I want to talk to Salinik first.

All right, let's talk to him. I want to
talk to him alone.

So, uh, when do I get my shirt back?

I know about the threat you've been
making to Katrina and her daughter.

My lawyer stepped out for a piss.

We'll talk when he's back. No, we're not
going to talk.

You're going to listen.

The girl's not cooperating as a witness.

Her mother won't let her.

So I want you to leave them alone.

I appreciate you asking so nicely.

I'm not asking.

We either do this the easy way, you
leave them alone, and your case goes

Or you go after them, then I go after
you.

That's the hard way.

I spent many years in Russian prison,
detective.

Russian prison is not like your prison
here.

Russian prison is hard.

Fellow prisoner once told me he will
kill my family. Cut out my tongue, eyes,

burn off my skin with acid.

Shut down my business.

He did kill my family.

But I still have my eyes, tongue, skin.

Most important, I'm still in business.

Because I understood the man.

So I was ready.

You see, we Russians don't make threats.

Only promises.

I know why you're here.

I'm going to keep my word this time.

It won't be like last time.

Last time what?

Oh, hey.

I know what you're thinking.

Yeah? Yeah, why am I talking to myself?

Looks a little weird, huh? Yeah, looks a
little weird.

I've been thinking about Freak Town a
lot lately.

It's like he's just popped into my mind
or something.

Freak Town?

I haven't talked about him in a while.

Well, I guess I haven't thought about
him much.

I mean, until now.

Man, that guy was such a goofball.

Man. Woo -hoo!

Good Lord!

Look out, Miss Boo Job. We got another
fine hiney coming in.

Bam!

Man, don't show me that while I'm
eating.

Oh, wow, you can't feel the love coming
from your little 12 -ounce can of sand

and dog food?

Well, I understand. I truly do, my
brother.

Ah!

It can touch, Miss Amber Collins.

You will regret the day.

Woo! Look at you!

Ain't nobody going to mess with your
little girlfriend.

I'm just going to hang up the
porterhouse right next to Miss M. Plant

just see who the real star is.

Boo! Come on, man!

Jeez, man!

That ain't funny! What?

It's going to be a long war, freak.

It's going to be a short one. You keep
that up.

Besides, I'm not the badass here. You
the badass. Come on, General George

Patton. They should just pin that fruit
salad on your chest and we can all just

go right home right now.

Yeah, yeah, you're pointing your weapon
at your boot, man.

You know you're right, but you know
what? As long as I'm with the general,

dogs will stay.

Come on, man. How many times have you
pulled me from stepping on a mine?

Too many. Too many is right, and that's
why I hang with your ass, because you're

the toughest, baddest general there is.

Yeah.

Too bad you don't know a damn thing
about life. About what?

About life, General.

Sometimes you got to relax, man. You got
to step back and just sniff the hot

links, baby.

Smell the roses, man. No, see, now the
net of negativity just dropped again.

can't go sticking your nose in a bed of
roses. That's like putting bacon on a

double cheese.

Or putting armor all on some 20 -inch
tires.

Those are life's little beautiful
moments because God is in every single

itty -bitty detail.

You didn't crack up, you know that? I
might have cracked up. Might be cracking

up. Might keep cracking up.

But you got to promise me something,
General.

You got to make me a promise that you'll
keep me alive over here in Sandtown.

And I will unlock for you the mysteries
of life.

Come on, General, it's a one -time
offer. The clock's ticking. Tick -tock,

General. Tick -tock, tick -tock, tick
-tock, tick -tock. Okay, okay, fine.

All right, General.

Deal. Damn, man. I knew I could count on
you. I knew it.

I knew I could depend on you.

And then two days later, we were at the
crash site.

He took the bullet that was meant for
me.

Except it doesn't work that way.

The bullet was not meant for you.

Did you know that?

You don't think about things that
happen.

Like maybe you could have done
something. Even though everybody keeps

that what happened wasn't on you. Yeah.

You know I do.

I'm just trying to tell you what a good
friend keeps telling me.

I guess I keep thinking about Frick
because I promised Katrina that I would

Laura safe.

If I can keep my word on this one.

I just figured somehow I can make things
right.

You know, find some peace.

You're dead, man.

You're dead, man, you son of a bitch.

You hear me? You're dead.

Your life is over. You're going to send
me to hell.

It's over for you. It's over. You're
dead.

It's over for you, man.

It's over.

Nice job, partner.

Nice job.

Me.

Hey.

Hey.

We're playing Go Fish.

You want to play Go Fish with us? Laura,
it's enough games for tonight.

I'm going to bed.

No, Mama.

Laura, go brush your teeth.

Just tell me one more story, please.

She made it clear she wouldn't go to
sleep until I told her two stories.

Not exactly shy, is she?

I'm sorry.

Hey, no problem.

Just so happens I enjoy telling stories.

There was a bomb at the restaurant
tonight.

But Dean Solonik did it, so we covered
it and made it seem like you and Laura

were killed.

Solonik saw the whole thing. Body bags
and everything.

Every five minutes, I change my mind
about death.

And that's okay.

One step at a time, remember?

End of the day, you can still say no.

Thank you, my friend.

What are you looking at?

It's hard to explain.

I have time to listen.

OK.

See, the first thing you got to do, you
got to make a list of everything you

ever dreamed of. Then post a bunch of
way out stuff that you never even

of. And I'm not talking about just fun
stuff, too, like eating a hot fudge

sundae off a fine girl's ass.

I'm not talking about that kind of
stuff. But, you know, stuff that scares

You got to put it all down.

You know what I'm saying?

You listening to me?

You ain't even listening to me.

You know what? I take it back. I think
the first thing on your list should be

take that giant stick up out your ass
because you're the toughest case I ever

did see.

You don't sing. You don't dance.

You're just a wet dog blanket.

You coming or you going to stand there
and dance?

I'm going to dance. That's what I'm
going to do. I'm going to dance, General

George, because we're all going to be
dead and buried waiting on you to move.

You know that?

I can see clearly now the rain is gone.

And I can see all obstacles in my way,
General George.

It's gonna be a bright, bright, sunshiny
day.

Come on, General.

I think I can make it now. The pain is
gone. Did you start your own list?

Well, I still have it, even.

I'm slowly making my way through.

Yet nice.

So where is he now, your friend Freak
Town?

Believe it or not, he's here somewhere.

Detective Smith?

Got a call for you. You want it in the
office or you want it in your room?

Office is fine.

You did a good job clearing the place.
Hey, it's on the city's dime, right?

Yeah, right.

Yeah. Bobby, John Summers down at M -8.

Hey, John, what's shaking?

Two cops came in about 20 minutes ago.
They wanted to see the bodies pulled

the restaurant fire.

What?

Which cop?

John. John.

Kurt.

You got a gun in here?

What?

Pistol, rifle, whatever you got, I need
it right now.

Great. Shells, too.

All right, hurry up. The room behind
you, there's a door locked from the

Yeah, I'll keep it. Okay, I want you to
get in there and lock the door. Don't

come out until I tell you, all right?
Yeah, all right. Okay, hurry up.

Keep the door locked.

Joe Stevens.

We got a problem. Hey, I just talked to
the coroner. I'm on my way.

I need backup. Lots of it. Now.

We're on our way.

Go, go, go.

Wait! Wait!

Wait!

Where's your mother, Lara?

Where is she?

She went out to find you.

Okay, listen.

All right. You got to do everything I
say, okay?

Okay. All right, I want you to put this
on.

Your mother's here.

Come out.

Don't listen to that, okay?

Just look at me.

Give me a hand.

Hold on tight.

Yeah,

come on.

I'm going to go with my partner, okay?

I'm just going to take you someplace
safe.

Come on! I'm scared.

You just do everything I say, and
everything will be all right.

Come on!

I want to see her mother alive. Please
open the door.

Open my dead body, you bastards.

I'm here to send a message.

If anyone ever looks at, ever touches
this lady and her little girl again,

they're dead.

You got that?

Is that another threat, detective?

I warned you. The hard way or the easy
way.

But I don't care about him.

He's Latvian. I'm from Chechnya.

You

got

the message?

Tell your friends.

Night's work.

You think?

You still on your mind, huh?

I hope you find some peace, Bob.

Look, I know saving that girl is not
going to change things.

But if it helps even a little, maybe it
begins to make up for what happened.

What are you talking about, dog?

I'm sorry as hell that you got shot that
day, freak.

I know you are.

I know you are. But it wasn't your
fault. It was. I promised you. And you

good on that promise.

Come on, man.

You pulled my ass out of the fire like
what?

Like a hundred times?

I mean, what happened that day?

Jesus himself couldn't have stopped.

It was an accident, brother. An
accident.

Yeah, well, I don't believe in accidents
anymore.

Yeah, that's because I'm not done
teaching you about life yet.

Wait a minute. If you didn't come back
because of the girl... No, don't get me

wrong. I got to give you the heads up on
that.

See, I can see it was going to get all
heavy.

And there's nothing I'd like more than
to see you go all Terminator.

But you and me, man, I'm here because we
got that other business to settle.

What business?

Did you forget what today is?

Oh, no.

Only you could find a cake out here.

Auntie Jasmine sent it to me.

You know this thing been kicking around
her condo for like 20 years?

It's the thought that counts.

Man, that's sad.

Come on, at least sing to myself, dog.
Sing to your own damn self. I can't sing

to my own self. That's sadder. It's your
birthday.

Fine.

No candles, no songs, and a 20 -year
-old cake.

At least I can still make a wish. No law
against that.

Make me a promise.

I heard you earlier. Be your great
protector.

No, no, no, no, no. I mean another
promise.

Man, you got more requests than an AM
radio freak.

No, no, man, listen. All I want you to
do is next year on my birthday, I want

you to sing me a song.

Come on, man. It doesn't have to be a
birthday song. It could be any song, any

song you want.

But it's just got to be loud and it's
got to be proud.

You promise?

No.

I tell you what, I'll put it to you this
way. It's my birthday and I'm about to

get a scud missile up my ass. So what
it's going to be, General? Loud and

or what? Loud and proud or what,
General? Loud and proud or what? Okay,

right, all right, all right, all right.
Okay.

I promise.

Next birthday, I'll sing.

Now be quiet, man. Damn.

Happy birthday, freak.

Happy birthday, freak.

I can see clearly now the rain is gone.

I can see all obstacles in my way.

Gone are the dark clouds that made me
blind.

It's going to be a bright, bright,
sunshiny day.

We are out.