All language subtitles for Profiler s02e15 Breaking Point

It's a great show.

Thank you.

So proud of you, Angel.

Everybody loved it.

You couldn't have asked for a better
show.

Well, it's great to get the recognition.
I just hope I sell something.

You'll sell out. Trust me.

Listen, I just have to lock up and then
how about we get a drink?

Well, I'm going to have to take a rain
check because Sam already got some

champagne to celebrate and I told her
I'd be home by now.

Okay. Bye.

Talk to you tomorrow.

Thanks.

Good night. I'm going to take this,
okay? Good night.

Any word?

We've got agents over at the gallery.

The police found Angela's car with the
engine running. She left a purse and the

door was open.

Oh, my God.

Talked to the gallery owner. He said
goodnight to her right after you left.

Billy, that was over an hour ago.

Team's on a scramble to the VCTF. I'm
going to call an agent over here to stay

with Chloe.

We'll find her soon.

What if it's Jack?

Jack, try to take Angel once before,
will you?

We've got statewide APBs. Air Rail Bus,
Nationwide Bureau Alert. We'll find her

soon. Did they find a message, a rose,
anything?

Text at the scene, I haven't found
anything yet. They're rushing over

You okay?

Yeah. And you?

Angel invited me tonight.

If I'd gone, I'd have been there.

It's just fine.

I want to talk to Sharon Lesher. If Jack
has Angel, maybe we can arrange for a

trade. Where is Sharon right now?

She has just been moved to the Women's
Federal Processing Center in Macon

tonight. This makes jail number four
since her arrest.

Got states from Maine to California
jostling to have a go at her. Well, we

caught her. We've got priority.

Call the U .S. Attorney's Office. Get
her here ASAP.

That wasn't very smart.

cells.

I'm trying to get my little canary to
sing.

Don't they know?

Canaries don't live very long.

Forensics didn't find anything helpful.

Perth on the front seat, no blood, no
torn clothes, no message.

Sergeant. Agent Waters, line one.

Three o 'clock in the morning, chances
are it's about Angel. Just give it two

more rings.

This is Samantha Waters. That's Waters.
It's Scott Porter's dad.

I'm the one who's got the angel. I mean,
Angel Brown, your friend.

Where is she? Short.

That's up to you.

I know you can help me. It's what you
do. Otherwise, she's dead in 24 hours.

24 hours.

You got that?

I'm listening.

My son's in jail. They say he's guilty,
but he didn't do anything.

He didn't shoot anyone. He even picked
the real killers out of a police lineup.

Their name... Miss Farber and Pons
Marino.

You've got to prove it was them.

Well, how can I do that?

I know what you do for the FBI. You're a
profiler. Talk to Scott.

You'll see he's not a killer. It's all
in the letter.

Behind the newspaper machine.

Corner of 19th Street and Decatur. It's
by the bank.

Give me 20 seconds.

Water. If you don't know that name, you
haven't been watching TV lately. What's

this guy thinking? We're going to spring
a cop killer?

He's reacting to the guilty verdict that
came down yesterday.

All right, I got him within a mile. It's
as close as I can get. It's a cellular

phone, and its transmission was relayed
by the cell tower at Cross and Cavern.

So he could be anywhere in this circle.

Okay. We either find Angelo or we get
this kid exonerated. Start with his

neighborhoods. Talk to people.

I need to know everything there is to
know about the Porters, their life

histories. I'm going to want to talk to
Scott Porter. He's in the city jail.

I'll set it up.

I also want to talk to this human that
his father mentioned.

It's Mitch Farber and Hans Marino. Tell
the switchboard to dedicate a line. I

don't want this phone to ring unless
it's a call from Porter. I'll get a card

Decatur Street and pick up that letter.

He gave us 24 hours.

Deadline is 3 .06 tomorrow morning.
George, start a back time clock.

You want some coffee? I got a thermos up
in the cab.

Get away from me!

Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up!

have kids who can't understand.

Look at the camera.

Look at the camera!

Scott was 19 when he allegedly murdered
Atlanta PD officer Wayne Edwards 13

months ago during a robbery at
Martinelli's jewelry store.

Scott's father, Bill, is 51.

They live.

in Fulton County Superior Court for 23
years.

Perfect job record until about eight
months ago. Fired last month. Poor job

performance. Why do you think he picked
you, Sam?

He was a bailiff.

Maybe he saw me in court at my custody
hearing Angel testify for me. He wanted

leverage, so he went for your closest
friend.

I followed the trial. I was so shocked
that they found him guilty.

I wasn't.

Kids go to the chair exactly what he
deserves.

Most of the evidence was circumstantial.
The jewelry was found in Porter's car.

The car was found a block from the
store. What do you call that, a

No, they didn't find all of the jewelry,
and he didn't have potter burns. They

didn't prove that he shot the gun.

Does Scott Porter have a record?

Nothing. Clean as a whistle like his
father.

What about Farber and Reno?

Wrap sheets include everything from
transporting stolen goods to auto theft.

Why weren't they tried for it? I guess
the DA just thought they had the right

guy. Okay, here, of course, is Naomi
Frank, who prosecuted the case. 33,

graduated Duke University, five years at
the DA's office and climbing fast.

Are we bringing her in?

She's on the way.

The question right now, what is Bill
Porter capable of?

I don't really want to find out the
answer to that question.

Let's just get Angel back.

The letter was in a package, of course,
from Atlanta Unified Bank. Porter had an

account there, cleaned it out yesterday
with a safety deposit box. He must have

studied creative writing with Ted
Kaczynski. It's about how the system

his son over.

Time comes in the events of men.

He's paraphrasing the Declaration of
Independence.

He sounds like a man who has absolute
faith in the system.

He gets less rational over time.

His early pages are very articulate, but
his later stuff is almost completely

incoherent. I guess he was pushed over
the edge by the guilty verdict.

Not to mention the thought of his son
getting the death penalty.

This was just faxed in from a stationary
store over on Cleveland Street.

Guy stopped and paid about the fax. This
is pretty brazen.

Frank, please, have a seat.

I've been briefed, but I don't know how
I can help.

One thing you can do is cut the red tape
so we can talk to Scott Porter.

We'll also need to see all the
background on the trial.

Especially anything that you may know
about his father, Bill Porter.

He went downhill over the court at the
trial.

Sent me the letter, just short of
threat.

Stood up in the middle of witness
testimony.

Started ranting. We had to have him
removed from court.

You never doubted his son's guilt?

Not for a nanosecond. second.

And what about his story that Mitch
Farber and Ponce Marino were involved?

Bad alibis. We didn't have any evidence
to put them at the scene.

I'd like to talk to the homicide
detectives to handle the case.

What if there was a new piece of
evidence? I mean, not a real one, but

office could state a press conference
announced something that would satisfy

Porter. I can't subvert my office like
that. We're talking about a ruse that

would last less than a day and save a
woman's life.

I'm sorry, but I will not put the DA in
a position to be blackmailed like that

again in the future.

Now, I'll get you those transcripts, and
that's all I can do right now.

I am sorry about your friend.

Wait,

wait, wait, wait.

Another ring.

Hello. Why aren't you doing anything?

We are. We talked to the DA's office.

Naomi Frank can't help.

It's her fault Scott's in jail. It's
Farburn Marino.

You should be talking to them.

We're looking for them.

They're at the Tattletail Room, partying
as usual.

It ain't right.

If they're guilty, we'll make sure that
they get prosecuted. And if your son is

innocent, we'll make sure that he sees
justice. Now, I want to speak with

all right?

Sam? Angel? Sam, I'm all right.

But you just do what he says.

He's got a gun.

I enlarged the photo of Angel. It's too
great because of the fax quality.

It's quilting.

Furniture pad.

He's got her in a truck.

George, rental staff DMV. Want to find
out where that truck comes from.

Really? He was totally devoted to his
son.

They went camping. He was coach of the
baseball team.

Naomi Frank came through. They woke up
Scott Porter. He'll talk to you.

It's up to you. I know you can help me.
It's what you do.

Otherwise, you're dead in 24 hours.

24 hours. You got that?

Oh, man.

What the hell's he thinking?

Well, we were hoping that you could help
us with that.

Now, is there any place that you can
think of that he would take someone?

Well, there must be some place in place
that he went to get away.

No, just working home, you know.

This damn woodshop.

He doesn't really believe in getting
away.

But this isn't like him at all.

Well, what is like him?

My dad is totally by the book.

He's Mr. Law and Order.

One time I got a speeding ticket, he
grounded me for two months.

Another time, like one year, he just
didn't like my friends, so he made us

You know, he's like a total control
freak, but this...

It's just too weird. I mean, I can't
really believe he'd actually... If he

in on it with two partners, you'd think
he'd finally tell the truth and try to

squeal out of the death penalty. Next
time he calls, I want you to talk to

all right? It has something to do with
his father.

You think he put his father up to it?

All right, well, just tell me what
happened that night. I think people do

things for their kids.

I was driving to my friend Donnie's
house.

Donnie's got a set of drums.

Zildjian cymbals.

Anyway, I was at a light.

That's when I heard the shot.

I saw these two guys that come running
out of the store. It was Mitch and Pons.

And they come running up to my car, you
know, and they're banging on my window.

Like, one of them's got blood. He's
covered with blood. So I thought maybe

were in an accident or something.

So you stopped to help?

Yeah.

I rolled down the window. The bloody one
throws something in it, lands in my

back seat, right?

Then I got scared because I heard the
siren, and they just, they run off.

So I tried to get out of there, but, you
know.

Cop car stopped me, and they found that
gun and the jewelry that that jerk threw

in my car.

Offer time.

Donuts.

It's too hot. Sorry.

Let it cool.

Have a donut.

Can I please get thee to take it off?

You can't do that.

Wait, no, no, no. I'll have a donut.

Can I ask you why you're doing this?

I thought I was part of a good thing, my
work.

Then they said Scott killed someone.

You must have read about it.

They never even explained what happened
to the jewelry.

The idiots took it.

So you think he was set up?

Who would stand to gain him?

The system.

They needed a fall guy.

You're black.

Hasn't anyone in your family ever, I
don't know, taken the heat for something

they didn't do?

I'm right, aren't I?

My grandfather's brother was from South
Carolina, and he was accused of stealing

a car.

They lynched him for it.

The judge dismissed the charges against
the men who did it.

You should understand how I feel.

What I'm going through.

I'm trying to.

But you're threatening to kill me.

So how is that any different from what
those people did?

All right.

Breakfast is over.

House, garage, attic.

Two trunks and a storage shed. Porter's
the kind of guy who would never throw

anything out.

He could give seminars on financial
planning.

Check books balanced, investments
organized.

A trust for his kid's college. Not that
that's ever going to happen.

Grace, did the forensic reports mention
finding any of Mitch or Hans'

fingerprints on Scott Porter's car? No,
no prints, no blood, no fibers. I just

finished reading the murder books.
Nothing to back up Scott Porter's story.

Is there any way that you could head
over to the police impound and check it

yourself? I mean, just in case they
missed anything.

Yeah, sure. We just have to hope the
car's still there. Yeah.

Thanks.

Looks like Sonny wasn't the choir boy
his dad thought he was.

The serial number on the stereo's been
burned off with acid.

Probably stolen.

Just the cops didn't think it was
relevant.

Where are the photographs?

Photographs.

Aren't any.

Maybe he threw them out when his son was
accused.

No, no, no. Porter loved his son. He
would not be doing this if he was angry

with him.

There are no photographs. There are no
mementos, no letters. Nothing.

It's like he stripped out everything of
sentimental value.

Here's one he forgot.

William Porter in recognition of 20
years of faithful service to Fulton

Superior Court.

In Porter's manifesto, he used bits from
the Constitution and the Gettysburg

Address. This is a man with a deep
respect for the law who cannot accept

son's conviction. That is quite a
dilemma.

He's a bailiff. He knows the system
inside out.

If he was going to do something
desperate, he could have waited until he

of appeals.

I think that basically Porter is a
decent man.

I think that he's reached his breaking
point.

In his mind, he has no option.

I think that he will kill Angel.

Angel is off!

Wait, wait, wait.

Now?

Keep him on the line, son.

Mr. Porter?

Out the jewels, Sam.

He said the police never found them all.

I will, Angel. I am so proud of you.

You're doing great. We're going to get
you out of there, okay?

Okay. All right, listen.

Tell Mr. Porter that his son wants to
speak with him. He's standing by at

No, no way. I do not want to talk to
him. You put him on the phone, I will

up. We have said all there is to say.

I already told him it was my fault. It
started when he was 16.

Down the hill since then.

Sam. Sam, he said that his son...

That Scott could have never killed
anyone, okay? Just please find out what

really happened, please.

We will, Angel. Look, you just have to
stay calm, okay?

I'm trying, Sam.

What if you don't get here in time?

I know, I know. Don't think about that,
all right?

Okay, think about good things. Think
about... Angel, think about back home,

things that we used to do.

Angel, remember that time we went on a
picnic?

You and Chloe and I?

Remember how beautiful that place was?
How peaceful?

Angel, I want you to think about that.

Okay?

I will.

Okay, he wants me to go now, Sam. Thank
you.

I remember.

I really do.

Hey, you knocked the coffee over.

Oh, here, here, here. That's what you're
doing. Why didn't you hang up?

That picnic.

Chloe called Tom on the cell phone and
she forgot to hang up. The battery died.

Good, Sam.

I got you got the message.

Now let's hope she can distract him.

George. I'm locking it. Almost.

Almost.

Here, victory and Neil.

Okay.

You left the phone on?

No. You're on the inside.

No. That's it.

No. Lost it?

Tell our people to stop the truck if he
moves.

Eyeballs only do not engage.

Is that Porter?

Get down on the ground now!

On the ground, freeze!

He's drunk.

Stay still.

What do we got to us?

Thrust the phone in and beat it.

It's miles from here. A thousand eyes
are on him. He's not in business.

Where are we?

No place you've ever been. No place
anyone's ever been for years.

An old water station.

Hey. Hey.

Just going over some of the records on
Bill Porter.

Really kind of an amazing guy.

He put in 60 hours a week.

Didn't have any kind of a social life.

Only missed work twice in 20 years for
personal reasons once when his wife

And once in 1994 when Scott was in the
hospital for a week.

What was wrong with him?

Well...

According to the hospital records, he
had a broken arm, dehydration, exposure,

fire risk you brought him in.

Ported a move shortly after that.

You think it's significant?

I don't know.

I think everything is significant at
this point.

It's sad, really. I think the guy's just
trying to be a good father.

Just trying to do what's right for his
son.

When you have kids, you'll do almost
anything to protect them, whether they

you to or not.

I need to run an errand. I'll be a
while. I don't know how long.

Please, please don't take the flashlight
because I'll fall.

No, you won't.

Now if you don't move.

Look, I'm not trying to make any
trouble.

Okay, it's just these handcuffs, they're
killing me.

Please.

I had nothing to do with your son being
convicted, all right?

I have never done anything to you or
your son or anyone else. Please, please,

they're just really, really hurting me.

Please.

Please, it just really, really hurts.

Please.

Put your hands out here.

Put them out here.

Keep your legs around.

Okay, okay, okay.

Just wait a second.

Just don't fall asleep and roll over.

You'll be fine.

The reporter takes everything that has
any personal value, takes it out of the

house, and puts it where?

It's tying up his loose ends, you know?
He paid off his credit card, he took all

his money out of the bank.

It's almost as if his life is over, like
he's committing suicide to save his

son. He's executing his will first.

We've got both our boys on ice in the
interrogation room. They used the D &D

charts to get him. As far as the one in
white, the other guy's Ponce Marino.

I'll talk to Pons first.

Someone going to tell me what I'm doing
here? You want to get off the table,

please? You're here to answer some
questions about a robbery.

I already told the cops.

Right. All right, then.

Let's talk about you.

It says here that your friends call you
Pons.

Scott Porter ever call you that?

Wasn't friends with him.

Yeah, it does seem unlikely that you
would cross paths with somebody so

different.

Yet again, you don't seem to have a lot
in common with your buddy, Mitch.

He is quite the dresser, isn't he?

What does that have to do with anything?

I don't know.

He's just a little curious, don't you
think?

A guy who doesn't have a job can afford
such a nice wardrobe.

You don't have a job either, do you,
Ponce?

But then you're a little smarter than
our boy, Mitch.

You would be incriminating to spend
money that you don't have now, wouldn't

Sometimes what you see is what you get,
lady.

I don't have a dime.

I see.

I'm Samantha Waters.

I'm here to ask you a few questions.

Do you know Scott Porter?

I've seen him on TV.

Who hasn't?

Well, Scott Porter says that you and
Pons Marino are responsible for the

that he's been convicted of, that you
framed him.

Well, people in jail say a lot of
things.

Look, I don't know him.

I don't rob stores, and I was with my
girlfriend, Robin Blivens. I think you

guys know this already.

Mitchell, you work for Mr. Marino?

Hell no. What, did he tell you that?

Well, he's full of it.

I see.

Then how would you characterize your
relationship? Are you partners?

Something like that.

Well, that's odd because it says here
that Mr. Marina says that he's the one

calls the shots.

I call my own shots and I'm my own boss,
no matter what Pons says.

Spend some money on that get -up. Gold
chain probably cost a few hundred bucks.

Mitchell can't deny himself anything.

I know the type.

Most of the jewels stolen that night
were never recovered, were they?

No. We checked every pawn shop and
fencing operation in the city.

They had a street value of over 50
grand.

If he did have the jewels from Martin
Ellis, how long would it take before

were safe to fence?

It would be at least a year.

This guy couldn't wait that long.

Do we have a line on who his other
friends or associates might be?

Mostly low -rent hoods. No one who could
move any high -end stuff.

And what about his girlfriend, the one
who gave him the alibi?

Robin Blevins, cocktail waitress at the
Hot House Club. It's a member -only

strip joint. It's pretty exclusive.

How exclusive?

Membership costs $2 ,500 a year.

Friend of mine belongs.

Men with money.

Good place to make a discreet purchase.

Locking me?

Sorry, I spaced out. I was trying to
decide if I should go in and get loaded

scotch or go home and get shredded by my
wife.

I know you're right. You're a waitress.

Robin.

John.

Nice to meet you.

You're a woman. I need to ask you for a
piece of advice.

What's the problem?

timing. The wife comes home early the
other day, you know the rest of the

and I gotta say I'm sorry in a big way.

Well, presents always help.

Flowers, candy.

I thought you said this was a big
apology.

Try jewelry.

Okay.

It's gotta be nice, though. You know any
good stores around here?

Not what you want to spend.

Whatever.

If she likes the real deal, that customs
stuff just isn't going to get me off

the hook, you know?

Well, I've got this one piece.

Diamonds and emeralds.

It's a great piece.

Nice. You know this one?

Scott's alibi is looking better. At the
very least, he could be retried, which

might be enough for his father.

When the hell is he going to call? He's
going to call. I just got back from the

impound yard.

Did you find the fish?

Not the ones that you were looking for.

The cops already got Scott's prints, the
mechanics, even his father's. I raised

the prints from the spare tire with the
seam scope.

Mitch Farber's right index print and
Pons Marino's left thumbprint.

So if Scott's been lying, he's been them
all along.

Does that necessarily mean he was
involved with the robbery?

He was in on it, all right.

So what are these two doing with his
spare tire?

They may have hidden the gun in the
trunk on the way to the holdup.

Then they put on gloves, which is why
there were no prints inside the car.

High security's the key, Bertie.

You've stolen the key to my heart,
Samantha.

But where are you hiding the key?

To Sharon's.

We got ourselves a little Ned.

X.

Mark. Bon.

Think they'll let me visit?

We need details, Mitch.

Look, Scott Porter's father believes his
son is innocent.

Now, we've got six hours to prove it or
a woman dies.

I need an attorney?

You need a kick in the ass. Now, who
murdered that cop?

You! I didn't murder anybody, all right?

No, but Pons did, didn't he?

Pons is the one who blew it.

Food for thought.

Your girlfriend's downstairs about to
turn state's evidence.

She talks, you're looking at the death
penalty.

Now, in the state of Georgia, that isn't
some nice, polite little needle.

They give you ten years to sit around
and think about it before they shave all

your body hair and plug you in.

then your brain actually cooks inside
your skull until it smells like burgers

game day.

If you turn state's evidence, if you
testify against Pons, you might be able

get out before you're an old man.

Why not?

Because if you keep being stupid, you'll
get hit with a first -degree murder

charge when that same friend gives you
up.

You know that he would, Mitchell.

Tell me about Scott. What was his role
in it?

Well, he was willing.

And he had wheels.

Well, if you were in it together, then
why didn't you leave with him?

Well, I guess he wouldn't let us back in
the car.

He totally freaked out when Pons shot
that cop and we had to think really

So you framed him for murder?

Hey. I thought you said you believed me.

The only thing that I believe...

is that your father is about to kill
someone in your name. He couldn't do

He says the same thing about you and on
Grump.

Listen, I told you I wasn't in on the...
Don't you get it? This isn't about you

anymore.

Don't you get it? It's okay. It's okay.
Back. All right.

Yeah.

It's all right.

You sit down.

Now, your father was right. You are not
a killer.

You did not pull the trigger. Pons did.

But you were in on it.

Marino and his partner were your
friends.

Or at least you wanted them to be.

You don't know that.

We found their fingerprints in the trunk
of your car.

Look, Scott, I know that you didn't want
to tell your father the truth.

Because you loved him. And you knew that
it would destroy him.

The trial should have gone your way. I
mean, it was all circumstantial

No proof that your father couldn't
ignore. The problem is, it didn't go

way.

And now your father is out there
destroying himself because of your lie.

It would have hurt him less.

I mean, come on, let's face it, I'm
going to go to... I'm going to jail

way, right?

You know, I figured this way he'd always
believe me.

And it hurt him less.

Help us keep your father from doing even
more damage than he already has.

You own that.

Whenever there are kids, it always makes
it into the paper.

In March of 1994, Fire Rescue brought
Scott Porter into an emergency.

He and a couple of friends had run away
and they'd hidden out at the Swag Street

pumping station.

George, where the hell is that?

I'm on it.

That's why Porter said it all started
when Scott was 16.

He knew that eventually his son would
hear those tapes. He was leaving him a

clue, a clue as to where to look.

Swag Street pumping station, part of the
old storm drain system.

It's where several minor culverts came
together. What is it now?

Nothing. It's abandoned.

That's where Porter took everything he's
leaving Scott. And that's where he took

you.

Please.

Please. I'm going to fall.

Unless I let go.

Do you want me to do that? No. I think
you do the way you're acting. No.

We're surrounded.

Bill Porter, put your weapon down. No,
you put your weapons down now.

If I let go, she's dead.

So are you.

My boy's free.

Surrender and we'll talk about it.

Sam!

Mr. Porter, did you do what I asked?

Mr. Porter, we can't free your son.

You're lying.

You're so corrupt.

Why didn't you just do what I asked
instead of forcing me to kill him?

I don't believe you even tried.

No, we did. We did. Look, let Scott tell
you himself, all right?

Bill?

Bill, your son is here.

Please, Bill.

Bring his son out.

Dad?

Dad, listen to me. They're telling the
truth.

I was part of it.

Dad, I was the driver.

Just make it look like you're protecting
me by doing this.

You have to stand by the truth.

Dad, it is the truth.

Listen.

I'm so sorry, Dad.

I just... I didn't want you to know.

Dad, I didn't want you to know that I
wasn't as good as you.

No!

Mr. Porter, your son wanted you to be
proud of him.

But he wanted things for himself, things
that you would not be proud of. That's

why he lied.

He knew that you would accept his
failure as your own.

Look, you're fighting for something that
doesn't exist, and you're going to hurt

someone who doesn't deserve it.

I'm tired.

Sam!

I'm so tired.

He's letting go!

I got her! I got you!

Don't let go.

You just hold on. All right? You hold
on.

All right?

All right.

Hold on.

Got me? Got me?

Hold it.

Don't let go.

I'm going to...

The DA's agreed to offer Scott Porter 25
years to life.

Burrell before he's old. Same with
Mitch.

Now, Pons, on the other hand, will
probably wind up on death row.

What about Bill Porter?

Kidnapping. But based on your
recommendation, he'll get psychiatric

first.

Not exactly a happy ending, huh?

At least Angel's safe.

You know, when I was ten, my mother
died.

My father, he didn't really know what to
do with me.

So he hired the townspeople, right?

Poor woman, I gave her such a hard time.

So I guess it was after about the third
one, he just gave up and let me stay

with Angel and her mother.

They really gave me my childhood.

Yeah.

She's my family.

I feel sorry for them.

Hey, she's a little shaky, and except
for the cuts on her wrist, she has a

bill of health.

You ready to go home?

Definitely. Okay.

All I can say is it's the best overtime
I've ever earned.

Thank you.

Thank you.

He put in for O .T. What a guy.

Thanks.

Well, how do you thank people for your
life?

I just did.

Hey, go on. Get out of here.