All language subtitles for the_sentinel_s02e03_deep_water

In the jungles of Peru, the fight for
survival heightened his senses.

Now, Detective James Ellison is a
sentinel in the fight for justice.

Seeing before others see.

Sensing what others can't.

An ever -vigilant watchman in the war
against crime.

This says you guys can't buy happiness.

The car went up the road a couple hours
ago. It was a freak accident.

Driver got out okay, but when the
drivers went down for the car, they

something else.

Easy with that.

All right, Joe, I'm telling you, that's
Jack's car.

What's up with him?

A cop named Jack Pendergrass used to
drive a car like that.

It disappeared four years ago.

Who is that?

Sheila Irwin, Eternal Affairs.

Used to be with my unit.

Cool it with the eyes, will ya?

You smell that? There's something in

there. Bring that bar in here.

Stop this drunk.

Come on, Jack.

Is

that

Jack?

Pendergrass never wore glasses.

They belong to Philip Brackley.

What's the body of the kidnap victim
doing in the trunk of your ex -partner's

car?

Sounds as if you've already made up your
mind about the answer.

What ex -partner? What kidnap victim?

Look, Jim, maybe it's time you stop
protecting him.

Protecting who?

If that is Philip Brackley's body in the
car, you know I .A. is going to be all

over this, and you better be damn sure
you know where you stand.

I'm sure, Simon.

I've always been sure about this.

Jack Pendergrass was his partner, and
this Brackley guy was the kidnap victim,

right?

Am I right?

The victim's dad was a lumber tycoon.

Kidnappers asked for a million bucks.

Pendergrass was supposed to deliver the
money, but he never came back.

I concluded that he probably not only
stole the money, he killed the

and the victim.

That didn't fit too well with Jim.

I always tried to keep an open mind
about it, but that just got a whole lot

harder to do.

Elephant, my office, now!

I want to know what the hell went on out
there this morning.

I'm not sure what you're referring to,
sir.

Who? Then let me enlighten you.

A high -speed car chase through the
middle of downtown at the height of rush

hour causing three traffic accidents.

Four cars totaled, including the
suspect's car. Does that ring any bells

you, detective?

The perp was apprehended and taken off
the streets, sir.

Yeah? At what cost?

Do you ever think about what you do?

Normally, sir, I just do it.

Jack Pendergrass in my office!

All right.

Here's the bottom line, Jim.

I may be new to this department, but if
you think I'm a pushover, you got

another thing coming.

Now, you may have been a hot shot on
Vice, but around here, you're just part

my dog team. Is that clear?

Hey, Cap.

Hiya, Jack.

Jim, this is your new partner, Jack
Pendergrast.

Partner, sir?

Or babysitter?

Whatever.

As of now, you're on probation.

You screw up one more time, you'll wish
you were back on vice.

Is that it, sir?

Get to work.

Thanks a lot, Cap.

Lead on, Kimisabe.

You know, you're going to go real far in
this department, Swipe.

Meaning what?

Meaning fix the attitude if you want to
stick around for a while. Sam, I got an

attitude.

Great,

I just bought this.

Send me the cleaning bill.

Cleaning bill my ass. You should buy me
a new blouse.

Why don't you try some cold water?

Forget it.

Maybe a couple of happy pills, huh?

Look, man.

We're all trying to give you a chance
here.

Right now, you think you've got all the
answers.

But in this job, that can get you
killed.

I can handle myself.

I'm sure that you can.

But there's always room for improvement.

If you're willing to learn.

Your choice, look.

Well, thanks for the chat, dear Abby.

Oh, yeah, one other thing.

You want to ride with me?

Get yourself some decent clothes.

And lose the earring, will you?

I wouldn't want the bad guys to get the
wrong impression.

You know what I mean?

Medical examiner has confirmed that the
body in the trunk of the car is Philip

Brackley. He was shot in the head twice
with this.

Forensics found it wedged up under the
spare tire.

All right, just because Brackley was
shot with Jack's gun... It's not Jack's

gun.

Then who did it?

We ran the serial numbers.

It's registered to you, Jim.

It's not my gun.

There's got to be a mistake.

No mistake.

If I were you, the next call I'd make
would be to my lawyer.

It was this gun shop that Jack and I
used to walk past on our way to lunch

day. You know, the one? Fourth of May.

Yeah. Jack had his eye on this Walther
for the longest time.

For his birthday, I bought it for him,
gave it to him as a present.

Jack disappeared two days after I gave
it to him.

And I never changed the registration, so
I just reported it missing.

So then you're off the hook.

Just because he reported it missing
doesn't mean anything.

IA's conclusion is still going to be
that he could have used it to commit the

crime. Wasn't that circumstantial? Wake
up, Chief.

Most murder convictions are based on
circumstantial evidence.

We're going to have to reopen the case.

Re -investigate all the old leads.

And maybe this time we can both keep an
open mind about what really happened.

Wherever Jack is, protecting him is only
going to hurt you. Simon, Jack is as

innocent as I am.

From where I'm standing, he's still the
most likely suspect.

No, I'm sorry.

You know, I never should have hooked you
two up together.

You never wanted to see the great Jack
Pendergrass for the way he is. How was

Jack Pendergrass, huh?

I mean, I really don't care how people
perceived him.

Jack taught me a lot. I thought he was a
great man.

Jim, I'm sure he did. But the reason
you're a good cop is because of what you

got up here and in here.

Jack had the same thing, but he had a
gambling problem. He had a ton of bad

debts. You know he would look the other
way if a hood slipped him a 50. Come on,

Simon. That was never proven. Nobody had
to prove it, Jim. Look at the way he

dressed. Look how much money he poured
into this car.

I'll tell you right now. I'll lay you
even eyes that he is sitting on a beach

somewhere with a blonde on his arm and a
million bucks tucked away in a bank

somewhere. It's a pretty fancy story,
but you're wrong.

Look, if I'm going to keep you on this
case, you are going to have to maintain

your objectivity.

Maintain my objectivity, huh, sir?

Like you have?

Sandberg.

Yeah?

You keep an eye on him.

You got it.

You cut that out.

What?

Those concerned glances.

Like somebody's lost puppy dog.

Everything's going to be okay.

Find out what happened to Jack.

It'll all unravel.

It all started with the Brackley case.

Twisted right from the beginning.

The kids don't bother for it. It was a
hoax.

A million dollars.

This is almost artful in its audacity.

You know, he will make a good
businessman someday, if he ever grows

The ransom note.

Forgive me for being presumptuous, dear
sir, but it appears you're taking this

whole thing rather lightly.

He's right, Warren.

Bodie, please.

My wife means well, gentlemen, but she
did not consult with me before she

you.

I checked all of Philip's usual
hangouts, Mr. Brackley.

Nobody's seen him. Thank you, Arthur.

This is Art Landis.

He's been with the company since he was
a teenager. He's known Philip most of

his life and gotten him out of some
rough spots.

Kid likes dives.

Since it grounds him to the realities of
life.

Whatever the hell that means.

The old man wanted us to go away and
leave him alone.

Naturally, we couldn't do that.

The ransom note made it a criminal
investigation.

It took a little convincing.

Jack was pretty good at that.

So finally the old man gave in and said
we could investigate. He would call the

FBI in if we had to.

He said it'd be good for Philip to come
home and get arrested.

He finally learned his lesson.

My husband

was more ill than he let on.

He died almost three months to the day
after Philip disappeared.

I wish he'd known that Philip was
already gone.

He knows.

Maybe it would have made things easier
for him.

Mrs. Brackley, I know this has all been
very difficult for you, but now that

we've found Philip's body, we can start
putting some of the pieces together.

What about your friend Pendergrass?

Where is he?

We don't know.

Right. Because four years ago he killed
Philip and took off with the money.

Oh, so you have all the answers.

He didn't do anything then.

Now you come bursting in here.

Or insult to a freshman, what?

Make yourself feel better? Mrs.
Brackley, I wanted to ask you for your

Mrs. Brackley told you everything she
knew four years ago. I can speak for

myself, Art.

You haven't changed a bit, have you,
Detective?

Still just plowing over anything that
gets in the way of your objective,

including people's feelings.

I loved my husband very much.

Now I spend most of my time behind this
desk carrying out the business plans

that he drew. You people did nothing to
help my family four years ago. You have

got one hell of a nerve coming in here
now asking me for my help.

I'm not interested.

You know the way out.

Who was that guy?

I'm not sure.

What now?

I want to go through Jack's stuff.

Maybe we'll find something that got
overlooked before.

All right, great. Sounds like a plan.

What's wrong?

Emily was the last one to have the key
to the storage lot.

Emily who?

Emily Carson.

Bring him in, Flick.

All righty.

Hey, baby.

Hang on a minute, Jim.

Come on, hon. I mean, we've been talking
about this for the past two months.

You've been talking about it.

I never said you could move in here.
Well, then why is all of my stuff

in front of your apartment? Because you
don't listen.

All you can hear is the sound of your
own voice, and this time you're not

getting your way. Don't do this.

I'm sorry, Jack.

It isn't working.

Look, I... I know I'm an old dog, but I
can change. I really can.

I don't want you to change.

Well, what do you want?

I just want to get on with my life.

Okay, you do that.

Well, so did it?

What? Did it work out?

It's okay, Em.

I love that it worked out.

I don't love him, Jim.

Emily, he's my partner.

And you're my friend.

Jim. Jim, hello.

Did it work out between Emily and
Pendergrast, or what?

No, it didn't.

You look good.

So do you.

Thanks.

This is Blair Sandberg. How you doing?

Hi.

This is Peter.

Hey. Hey, Peter.

Is this a bad time?

My husband called right after you did.
He should be home any minute.

I never told him about Jack.

I didn't think it was a worthwhile thing
to do.

Here's the key to Jack's old storage
locker.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

Looks like you already have.

So, Jim, what's the story between you
and

Emily? It's no story. She was Jack's
girlfriend.

Come on, Jim.

I'm not blind.

I saw the way you guys were looking at
each other.

Check this out.

This is Jack's date book.

Last entry was March 19th. So?

So, that's the date Jack disappeared.

It says Dent, 9 .30 a .m.

Uh, Dent.

Yeah, D -E -N -T, Dent, 9 .30 a .m.

Dentist, maybe.

Maybe.

Is there any way we can check that out?

Block from the other side.

Well, what are we going to do? Break it
down.

From the other side of this.

Let's do it again.

Again.

I got it.

Nice gift, Detective.

Only problem is nobody remembers seeing
you give it to Pendergraft or hearing

him speak about it.

There's nobody else there.

I took him out to dinner to celebrate
his birthday. I gave it to him then.

I have no idea why he didn't mention it.

Oh.

And the fire that destroyed the facility
where his things were being stored, I

suppose you have no idea how it got
started.

All I know is I was just lucky to get
out of there alive.

Oh, lucky.

Yeah.

That fire was deliberately set,
Detective. My guess?

to destroy incriminating evidence
linking you to the missing money and

Brackley's death.

And there's only one man who might be
able to convince me otherwise.

Where's Jack Pendergrast?

I have no idea.

Why are you protecting him?

I've had enough.

Sit down, detective.

On the evening of March 19th, Warren
Brackley received a call from someone

identifying himself as one of his son's
kidnappers.

During that brief and untraceable call,
he was told to be at a phone booth

downtown at 6 and Howard at 10 o 'clock
with the money. They would call him with

further instructions.

Am I on track so far?

I guess. Good, good. We finally agree on
something.

Jack Pendergrass was with Warren
Brackley at the time the call came in

agreed to deliver the money himself or
with you. But according to Monique

Brackley, you were impossible to locate
that night.

Pentergrass instructed the Brackleys to
have you contact him by radio in his car

if they should hear from you. Phone
company records also show he tried to

contact you from that phone booth at 6th
and Howard. The same records also show

that he did manage briefly to get
through. You spoke for 22 seconds.

My answering machine wasn't working
properly.

Perhaps he left a message, but I never
got it.

Never got it.

That's right.

Or perhaps you did.

Then the two of you waited for the
kidnappers, and then you killed them and

Philip Brackley.

Pentegrast left Cascade, but you stayed
behind, choosing to put at least part of

your share of the money into real
estate.

Where is this coming from?

Just over a month after Pentegrast and
the million -dollar ransom money

disappeared, you purchased the residence
you were renting and are now living in.

Is that correct?

Yeah, but... We all know what cops make,
especially when they're new on the

force.

Certainly not enough for a $50 ,000 cash
-down payment.

They saved the money.

So what, is that a crime?

That all depends on how you got it.

Are we done here?

For the moment.

But if you want to salvage your career,
I suggest you start giving us something

other than attitude.

You want to see me, sir? Come on.

Call just came through.

I've been ordered to pull you off the
Brackley case and chain your butt to a

desk until the board convenes again with
their final recommendation.

I don't get it. Why don't you just let
her know where the 50 grand came from?

That's one less thing she can hit you
with, right? Because there's no record

the payment.

Why not?

Look, Jim, there's something you're not
telling me here. I need to hear it.

The money was... The money was military
back pay from when I was in Peru.

I mean, it finally came through that
April.

The loft was for sale. I figured it was
a better investment than throwing my

money into some savings account.

So what's the big secret?

I was involved with covert ops, you
know.

Sworn to secrecy.

The military would deny any knowledge of
my involvement.

There's no proof.

All the records have been sealed and
possibly destroyed for all I know.

So there's no way to prove where you got
the money from?

Right. Oh, great. That's just great.
That sucks!

How's he supposed to prove his innocence
if he's off the case?

Right, Simon.

I gotta keep going on this.

Yeah, and if I'm gonna be able to clear
you at all, we need to do this by the

book.

Are you sure about Jack?

Simon, we've been through this.

Look, Jim.

If you were still on the case, what
would your next move be?

I'd like to get a closer look at Jack's
car, sir.

But in order to do that, I need to gain
access to the forensics garage.

Well, the only way you'd be able to get
in there is with this card.

And there's no way I can give you this
card.

I'm going out for a while.

Be back in half an hour.

Thank you, Simon.

There's no question.

Come on. Jim, I know you're good, but
isn't that being a little definite?

Hold this. Come here.

Give me your hand.

What do you feel?

The car.

That's great.

I feel little bumps here, little bumps
here. Right here in the middle, it's

smooth.

Indentation as it came from the shotgun
blast.

The shooter blew out that window,
catching Jack dead center.

The car was pulled from the river at
this point here.

Now, wasn't it possible that if the body
was in the driver's seat, say a 195

-pound man, that the river's currents
would pull him from the car, take him

downstream? Yeah, uh -huh. So how far
possibly could we expect that body to

travel downstream?

Well, that would depend a lot on the
current and what's on the riverbed.

Rocks, hunkin' logs, other things that
might snag it.

In any case, it would be unusual for it
to be more than a few miles.

Okay, so then we're looking for bodies
that were found within that range.

Let's see what we got.

There were five unidentified bodies
found in that section of the river over

course of the last four years.

Two of them were women.

There was a young boy. I remember that
case. That was very sad. He was probably

a runaway.

Anyway, there was a man in his late 60s
or 70s and a young man in his 20s.

And that's it.

Well, there was one other, a man in his
40s.

But that one was found in a minor
tributary of the Cottonwood, almost nine

downstream. Wait a second. You remember
that summer we had four years ago, all

the rains?

The rivers were overflowing.

I mean, isn't it possible under those
circumstances and conditions that a body

would be taken further downstream?

Yeah, you're right. It could.

If the apparent cause of death was to do
a trauma to the face, that would be

consistent with a shotgun blast, right?
Absolutely.

They found Jack's body. It was washed
down the river.

It was found three and a half years ago,
but never identified.

It was buried in the Potterfield
Mountain View Cemetery.

The body was never identified. How can
you be so sure it's Jack?

The little toe on the left foot was
missing, sir.

No.

Jack was always so vain about that damn
toe.

He used to wear socks all the time. He
even used to shower in them, remember?

In order to confirm it, sir, we're going
to need a court order to exhume the

body.

I can't get there for you right now.

Come on.

We'll wait out here.

Look, uh... Jim.

IA has turned your case over to the
district attorney.

He's recommending a full police
investigation with a grand jury hearing.

As of right now, you're suspended from
duty.

Ah, Simon.

I know, I know, Jim.

Fine, then.

There was nothing I could do.

Very good, sir.

I need your shield and your gun.

Come on, Jim, you got to... Look, I'm
sorry I doubt it, Jack.

Once I inject up the body, they're going
to have to change my tooth.

But we hope to get out of this with your
career intact. You're going to have to

be able to prove where you were that
night when all this went down.

Anytime you feel like jumping in with an
explanation.

Come on, Jim.

It's not like you to just sit at home
with the answering machine on and not

up. Who are you protecting?

Emily Carson.

What? Jack's old lady?

Jim.

She was pretty torn up about what was
going on with Jack.

She tried to break it off with him a
couple of times.

I just couldn't let her go.

Then she just really got to me.

I just wasn't thinking.

You and Jack's old lady?

I knew it.

I knew it.

Emily has a new family now.

Her husband knows nothing about her
past, and I want to keep her out of

No. No way. That is right now.

Simon, this is my call. Jim?

All right, second question.

What about Jack's call?

I mean, didn't you hear any part of the
message at all? Anything?

I had heard some muffled voices coming
from the machine downstairs, but I

don't know. I just wasn't paying enough
attention to figure out who it was.

After a while, I went down to check the
messages, and it was one of those new

machines, you know, digital ones that
doesn't have a tape.

Somehow I must have screwed it up.

Hi, it's Jim. Call Lee.

Number of messages, zero.

I went to retrieve the messages, and
somehow they'd gotten erased.

The next morning, we heard about what
went down, and the guilt we felt about

Jack was a bit overwhelming.

She left and I didn't see her again
until the other day.

Hell, man.

You've been carrying around that load
for four years?

Jim, there was no way you could have
known how important that phone call was.

I'm no judge here, man.

Things happen.

Yeah, things happen.

Things happen.

This time, phone call cost somebody
their life.

How are you going to deal with that?

Something bugs me about this case.

What, there's just one thing?

What's this?

It's food, Jim. You remember that?

I'm not hungry.

All right, fine.

So what's this thing that's bothering
you?

Why did the kidnappers kill Jack?

Even if Philip Brackley was dead, and
they could have promised to return him,

taken the million and disappeared,
right? Right.

Unless... Unless what?

Unless Jack knew who they were, and they
knew he knew. They'd have to kill him

to cover their tracks, right?

But why wouldn't he tell me?

Well, maybe he tried to tell you when he
called.

Maybe he just figured it all out.

We'll never know.

I think that there's a way we can find
out.

How's that?

See, four years ago, You were unaware of
your heightened senses, but they were

there.

You see, I believe that you can
reprocess your old memories and separate

everything else and just concentrate on
the one sense that you want activated.

Such as my hearing.

Right. So if you can concentrate and
focus back to that night with Emily,

sounded muffled at the time may come
back clear as a bell. I mean, you've got

remember that that information is there.
You heard the answering machine.

It's just all scrambled up with all the
other experiences that you were having

that night.

What's with that?

All right, great, great.

You know the drill.

Close your eyes.

Start to breathe.

Concentrate.

Nothing else exists except for that
night.

Excellent.

Come on, come on, come on.

It's okay. I know it's hard, but it's
safe to remember.

Now breathe.

Try it again, Jim.

Concentrate.

I don't give up.

Just block out everything else except
for that night.

It's the only thing that exists.

Jim. Jack.

Big stuff going on down here, Slick.

I'm in a phone booth in our corner of
6th and Howard.

And I got a million bucks ransom sitting
in my back pocket.

Kidnappers should be calling any minute.

If you get this message in the next five
minutes, get your ass down here and

back me up.

Oh yeah, one other thing.

I saw Sanford Dent this morning.

As soon as we get this kid back, you and
I got some real detectives working on

it.

Anything?

Yeah, it was Jack.

You're kidding me. What did he say?

He mentioned Sanford Dent.

Who?

That's the guy.

What guy?

The other day at the mill.

Remember that guy?

The one who nodded at you. That's right.
That was Sanford Dent. He was the

Brackley's lawyer. I met him first
around the time of the kidnapping.

His hair's gone completely gray. That's
why I didn't recognize him.

Oh, man, Jack, wasn't it the Dentists?
He was with Sanford Dent.

So he must have found something out. And
whatever that was got him killed.

Where are we going?

Get a legal opinion.

Okay.

I'm Jim Ellison, Cathgate Police.

Mr. Dent isn't home.

Well, do you know when he'll be back?

I don't know. He just left. You just
missed him.

Oh, then that's great.

Thank you.

Looks like he's got an oil leak.

His brake fluid.

Which way do you think he went?

There he is.

Hang on.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm getting fun.

I need a truck to slow him down.

BOOM!

Do you hear anything? Yeah, we gotta do
something.

No, no, no, no.

There's no breathing in this... This
heartbeat stopped.

It's in a ditch on the side of Capgate
Road, just south of Roberts Drive from

the Bonnie's film car.

Yeah.

Jim, what are we going to do?

Dent was the missing link.

What do we have here?

A bag. Simon, I found some documents in
Dent's briefcase. What?

There's some things you should know
about.

Jim, do you have any idea how much
trouble you could be in now?

Listen to the rest of it.

Simon, I know who killed Jack, and I
finally have the proof.

What proof?

Warren Bradley's will.

Actually, there are two of them. One was
drawn up right after he married

Monique, which left everything to his
son, Philip, practically nothing to her.

And then there's this newer one, drawn
up a couple days after Philip

disappeared. This one left everything to
Monique.

But there's one connoisseur.

Philip had remained missing for seven
years for Monique to have full control

the assets.

So that's it.

Jack had no idea he was walking into a
trap, but somehow he had found out about

the wills.

That's why he went to see Sanford Dent
that night.

Maybe he asked too many questions.

You're out of your mind.

Really?

Sanford Dent warned you that Pendergrass
went out about the new will.

So you had no choice but to get him out
of the way.

No, you don't understand.

That's not the way that it was.

Then how was it?

Warren was a prudent man.

He knew that he was dying.

He was angry at Philip. He thought that
he was playing some kind of a prank.

Look, my husband...

Just wanted to make sure that everything
would be taken care of if he died.

And you took care of him very well,
didn't you?

It's unfortunate that you're going to
have to lose it all.

Dent's keys to his safety deposit box,
they were in a briefcase.

And in his box, there was a letter.

It was kind of an insurance policy in
the event that he died.

You see, I guess he suspected that you
tried to kill him.

Maybe we can cut some kind of a deal.

Deal, huh?

For the murder of a cop?

We hang people in this state for that.

I'd pull the trapdoor release if I
could.

Okay, well, then at least let me tell
you what really happened. I'm all ears.

Because I didn't kill them.

I mean, how could I have lifted a body
into the trunk all by myself?

You see, it was hard. He shot them both.

We were lovers.

He was very ambitious. He came up from
nothing. He had to have it all.

My husband was very old and very sick.

I was weak.

I went along.

Both.

Kidnapping was her idea.

So was setting a fire at the storage
place.

And killing Dent.

But you did the dirty work.

Yeah. I meant it.

I set the fire.

And I did the job on Dent's car. But
Monique set him up.

Told him she'd up his stock options if
he gave her the original wheels.

That's how she kept him quiet four years
ago.

You're a lowlife.

Yeah, well.

If this lowlife's going down...

He's taking you with him.

You and her, call them back up, all
right?

Give me your hand.

Jesus said, I am the resurrection and
light.

If anyone believes in me, even though he
dies, he will live.

I've been trying to get in touch with
Jim.

I wanted to apologize.

I'll give him the message.

Why aren't you down there?

Jack would have hated this.

I know.

I feel like I let him down.

Almost four years in an unmarked grave.

He deserves a lot better.

And now he has it.

And it's time to let go.

Both of us.

Sometimes I wonder what would have
happened if things had worked out

differently.

If we'd never... If Jack hadn't been
killed.

I'm thinking about it now and again.