All language subtitles for A Man Called Hawk s01e08 Poison.eng

Thank you.

Thank you. Ah, Sarita.

Ambassador. So good to see you.

Hawk, perhaps we'll all have a chance to
talk later.

You sure you can't make it tomorrow
night? The dance troupe is fantastic.

I've seen them perform before.

You have? Where?

In Abidjan.

Sometimes I wonder which one of us is
the globe -trotting diplomat.

Sarita, you look lovely tonight, as
usual.

Oh, I thank you, Mr. Julian. I'm Hawk.

This is an appointment from the embassy
next door. They're attachés, Mr. Julian.

Mr. Julian, may I ask for Hawk?

Hawk. What an interesting name.

And what do you do, Mr. Hawk?

I don't.

He's a consultant.

A very private consultant.

Please, somebody help!

This is security.

Call for an emergency ambulance.

She's gone.

Oh, no.

You know her?

Yeah.

Who is it, sir?

She's my daughter.

My God.

My God.

So

what

did Mr. Ferris say?

How did he react?

I have to ask the State Department. Come
on, detective.

Daughters of diplomats are not immune to
drug abuse.

So what's your angle? That drugs are the
curse of the rich?

Don't be ridiculous.

Drugs affect people from every walk of
life.

That's why I'm doing this story.

What'd she die of, Matt?

Looks like an overdose.

We won't know till we get the coroner's
report.

Something's not right about this one.
What do you mean?

You think she was murdered?

All I'm saying is that I've seen a lot
of ODs, and this one looked different.

Matt, I'm going to write about this
story whether you want me to or not.

Now, either you talk to me, or I'll find
someone who will.

Okay, fine.

Go ahead. Do your expose.

And when you're finished, I'll still
have drug dealers and pushers on the

to contend with.

You really don't think he can ever be
stopped?

Oh, if...

I really believed that. I wouldn't risk
my neck on the street every day. Don't

patronize me, Matt.

You're removed from the problem, Carol.

You write about it.

I'm out here on the street living the
reality every single day.

I am just as involved as you are.

More than you. Why are you so hell -bent
on doing an expose on drug dealers?

Because none of us can escape what's
going on.

Not even the innocent.

Carol, what is it?

Six months ago, I had a beautiful little
boy to love.

I didn't care about drugs on the street.

Didn't affect me, I said.

My son was killed.

Shot to death.

caught in a crossfire between two
drugged -out maniacs. So don't you tell

not involved.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

A mother died ten years ago.

I have no other children.

No, thank you, sir.

I just want to convey the sorrow I feel
for your loss and the regret that my

government has that such a tragedy took
place in our embassy.

I thank you very much for that, Mr.
Ambassador.

Friends are the only consolation. Not
like this.

Sometimes that's not even enough.

You're with the embassy?

I was guest of the deputy of economic
affairs. She said you might want to see

me. You're Hawk.

Of course, I saw you there with Sarita.

She was so kind to help me after... She
said you might want something more.

Yes.

Well, I should be returning.

I can let myself out.

Sai, please let me know if there's
anything I can do.

Hawk, I'll keep you informed.

Please say she didn't die from an
overdose.

She was poisoned.

That's right. She actually died from
strychnine laced in with the drug.

It's all poison.

Somebody killed my little girl.

That's why I need your help.

I can find out what happened to your
daughter, Mr. Farris. So can the police.

I want more than finding out.

I know. It's in your eyes. It's in your
voice. You want revenge.

Yes. Someone murdered my daughter. I
want them dead.

I can promise you information I cannot
promise you the kind of justice you're

seeking. Money is not a problem, Hawk.

Money is never a problem to me, Mr.
Ferris.

Now, was your daughter a user?

She had everything.

All she had to do was ask for it.

Perhaps she asked the wrong person.

Yes, I thought she'd be too smart to get
involved. Mr. Ferris!

There are a lot of smart children out
there putting all kinds of poison in

bodies. Lots of children.

Last night, a young man with glasses in
his 20s.

John Simons.

Boyfriend. Her escort.

What's he got to do with this?

I'm about to find out.

Drinking to forget.

Are you talking to me? You're the only
one in here who looks like he wants to

have a conversation.

I'm busy.

Joanna Ferris is dead.

Chuck, this guy's starting to bug me.

Time to move on, Trooper.

Why don't you go down to Florida and hit
some pop flies while I talk to John

here?

Well, why don't I just use your head as
a ball?

Stay down, fat boy.

Outside.

Why are you hassling me, man? I don't
even know you.

You were at the embassy that night
Joanna Ferris died.

So I danced with her, man. She danced
with a lot of guys. I don't know

about her death.

I can tell by the fine company you keep
that you're an educated man. I suppose

you came here to have tea and crumbers
with Princess Di, huh? I can go out with

who I want to. And give them drugs, too.

I didn't give her any drugs.

I suppose you don't take any drugs
either, huh?

No, I'm clean.

Roll up your sleeve.

Come on, man.

Either you do or I do.

You're trapped.

Whose tears?

Good afternoon,

sweetheart.

Can I help you with something?

No, thank you.

Hey, if you're looking for some place, I
know the neighborhood real well.

I don't need any help. Are you sure? You
look like you lost to me.

I'm a reporter with the Washington
Mirror. Now, why I'm here is none of

concern. If you'll just excuse me. Hey,
what's your hurry?

Besides, you shouldn't be in this
neighborhood alone.

It's a lucky thing for you. You've got
me to protect you from the criminal,

Helen.

That's not nice.

Gentle or rough.

It doesn't make much difference to me,
honey.

What are we here for?

Oh, my God, Hawk.

I can't believe it's you.

You all right?

Is your car around here?

Down the block.

You're a long way from the society page,
Carol Rose.

Tell me.

That guy just proved it.

I'm on city now, Hawk.

Prime beef.

You here trying to be the subject of
your own story?

Seems like that, huh?

Like you say, a long way from weddings
and debutante parties.

I was told there's a crack house around
here. I'm working on an article.

Guess it was kind of stupid to come
alone.

You're absolutely right.

I won't make that mistake again.

You only have to make that mistake once.

Thank you.

Again.

I owe you.

Repay me by trying to be more careful,
huh?

I'll be okay.

You see, huh?

I'm tough.

The question is, are you tough enough?

You haven't changed much in ten years.

Prettier, maybe.

I always thought you were great -looking
in high school.

Thanks.

You turned a few heads yourself, if I
remember.

Oh, sure.

I was always a beauty.

No, I mean it.

So, besides the high school reunion,
what do you want with me, Carol?

Okay, I'm not going to kid you.

I know you're associated with Jackie
Stubbs. I got that from a police

So?

I want to meet Stubbs.

Talk. Interview him for a series of
articles I'm doing. Interview him?

Why would you want to interview him? Oh,
come on, Ashley. Jackie's into drugs

and you know it. Hey!

Let's talk straight here.

Every cop in town knows about Jackie
Stubbs. It's only a matter of time

they bust him. Do you know about him?

He's a dangerous man. Drugs are
dangerous, too.

Listen, I won't use his name, okay?

Can you arrange a meeting? I love this,
Carol. You haven't seen me in ten years

and you... Come to me so you can set
someone up so you can win the Pulitzer

Prize? Please.

You always looked after me.

Remember the time you stopped Big Mabel
Smith from taking my head off?

Yeah.

She was a big girl. And mean?

Asha, you know what it is to do a good
story.

To get all the inside facts.

To make it real.

To help.

I've kept up with your career, wishing
all the time that it was mine.

You're good.

I dropped out.

I'll help you if you help me.

Anything. I want to start over again.

I would do anything to do what you do.

I'm thinking maybe you could get me a
job.

Maybe on the paper.

Even if you didn't help me, I can do
that.

Good

evening,

Mr. Boros.

for me.

I think your people will be pleased.

They've been so far.

Usual price, counted in July.

No need.

I hear there's been some trouble with
the other supplies.

Yeah, what's that?

Never mind.

You're fortunate you're dealing with
someone you can trust.

Next week.

I'll call.

Know him?

I did, briefly.

You have an interest in this hawk?

Private. How'd he die?

Some junk. It's been poisoned.

You have a client? I have an epidemic.
Seven so far.

I could use some help.

I'm still listening.

Okay. Here it is.

No one in the drug business would poison
the well, right?

I mean, even a junkie is smart enough
not to shoot up Strychnine.

Assuming he knows that's what it is.

Let me throw a name at you.

Jackie Stubbs.

Know him?

I have assiduously avoided the pleasure
of his company, but I do listen to the

language of the street.

All right. Here's another one. Parker.

Major player. Used to control 90 % of
the smack in the district.

Used to.

His percentage has been bitten into by
neophyte Jackie Stubbs.

You got a finish for this act?

Yeah. Suppose Harker's been doctoring
the dope in Stubbs District.

Junkies freak out, buy somewhere else.
From Harker, like they used to.

Or vice versa.

Either way you slice it, though, we got
the makings of a gang war.

No guns and blood, mind you. Just a
nice, vicious marketing ploy to destroy

competition. That's a lovely theory.

I wish you luck.

All I'm asking is that you keep me
informed. Share with me what you get.

You ever known me to make a deal with a
man?

No. You ever known me to ask?

I'm a cop, Hawk.

High profile.

Hawker and Stubbs see me coming, they
turn into deaf mutes.

You got a client.

I got the rest of the city.

And we both want the same thing, to get
these maniacs that are killing people.

Neither you nor I can ever stop
senseless killing.

I appreciate this, Hawk.

My government would feel more
comfortable, I think, if that young

murderer were apprehended.

Especially if we had a hand in it.

I'm sure your government has spent a lot
of time feeling uncomfortable about it.

I know, I know the language of
diplomacy.

As if so abstract a thing as a
government could mourn.

The police were figuring it's a gang
war.

One group poisoned another supply to
force them out of business.

And the Ferris girl? An accident.

There are others dying, I hear.

Seven so far.

Ah, Mr. Julian.

Mr. Julian is from our neighboring
legation. He is a medical specialist.

We've met.

Yes.

Sarita's friend from the reception.

You gentlemen share a common concern in
the drug tragedy.

Every night, I wonder.

How many more are dying?

It's almost beyond comprehension, isn't
it?

Hawk informs me that there may be some
sort of gang war of which these drug

poisonings are an offshoot, Julian.

And the police do nothing.

In my country, those who deal in
narcotics face capital punishment.

They are shot.

Yes, well, the police are working here
also, as is Hawk.

Oh? I told Mr. Ferris I would find out
why his daughter died.

And you think you can?

I will.

Man wants to see you.

I thought as much. You've been behind me
all morning.

In the car.

Don't give me that look, Jack.

Remember who's got the gun.

Yeah, remember who's got the gun.

Let's go see Harker. This time I'll be
behind you.

You've been asking questions about me.

You have something to hide, Harker.

Watch your mouth.

Let it be, Butch.

Why?

This jerk don't hear me.

He should.

Now leave us alone.

Okay, so you're here.

Ask me to my face what you need to know.

Remember, you've been following me.

Now, an absurd question.

Are you poisoning drugs?

Of course not.

Is any of this poison showing up in your
area?

Yes. What are you doing about it? What
can I do? Hundreds of suppliers.

Do you ever check?

What am I, a chemist? I can't analyze
every batch. Of course not. Costs too

money. Just sell that death.

Anything else, Hawk?

One last question.

Is any of this poison coming out of
Jackie Stubbs' turds?

Stubbs?

I don't know.

It might be worth finding out.

Yeah.

Stubbs. He would do that.

He's a vicious little punk, Harker. I
should have dealt with him when he first

moved in.

That is not your style, Harker.

You put down your guns a long time ago.

Going to see Stubbs? I might.

You might want to keep your head down.

Violence may be in my past, but if I
find out that thugs are dirtying my

well, let's just say that I still
remember how to shoot.

Straight.

Let her in.

Have fun, Jackie.

I'm out of here.

Hey, what's the matter?

You don't want your name in the paper?

You got it.

Welcome, welcome.

You must be the reporter.

Have a seat.

Jackie, this is Carol Rowe, the lady I
told you about.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I appreciate your taking the chance to
speak with me, Jackie. Don't use any

names or anything. Just like we talked.
Whatever.

What do you need to know?

Anything you can tell me about the drug
flow in Washington.

Well, how it comes in, how it's
processed, distributed, the chain, if

Beautiful lady.

Who cares about the technicalities of it
all?

Everyone.

Especially my reader.

What you readers don't want to know is
how these young people live.

How they survive.

How their families survive.

Do you know what the minimum wage is?

It's loathe.

See little Ernie back there?

He makes more money in one day than you
make in one month.

Put that in your article.

How long will that last?

Until it stops.

These young men aren't waiting to grow
up and work for a Fortune 500 company,

Miss Rowe.

So why are you so concerned with how the
drugs get into our fair city?

If you care so much, why do you lead
these young people into crime?

Me?

Me? If I quit this business tomorrow,
there'll be a hundred dealers standing

outside to take over my territory.

End of interview.

I'm going.

And I'll write down everything you said.

Let's go.

Yeah, I shall go ahead.

Escort your friend out.

No, I'll stay here.

I told you before, you were in the wrong
neighborhood.

Please. Now, I'm going to have to tell
you again.

Will

she

be okay?

She was in shock when she came in. We've
sedated her, but she'll be all right.

Put on an APB for this Boros character.

He's an ex -parole officer.

Got kicked out for dealing. We'll pick
him up soon enough.

Where did it happen?

Near Stubbs' place.

She's working on that damn story.

Where are you going?

I'm going to do what I have to do.

Mr. Studs.

You're Hawk, aren't you?

Oh, we don't have any business together.
You know that as well as I do.

I'm looking for a man, a mule, a
supplier named Boros.

There's three of us, huh?

If you know anything about me, you know
that's of no consequence.

Okay, hey, I don't want any trouble with
you.

I should think not.

Because obviously you are new to this
sport. You're going to have enough

coming to you anyway.

Yeah, what's that supposed to mean?

For the last time, Mr. Stubbs, I want
Mr. Boros.

It's little Ernie.

I told you about that trouble coming at
you.

What's this about, man?

This is a message, Mr.

Stubbs, from Mr. Harker.

What are you doing up? I thought you'd
be staying for a while.

No reason to stay.

I never liked hospitals all that much.

What's that?

Candy.

They had a sale downstairs.

I couldn't resist.

That was sweet of you.

We picked up Harker for questioning,
arrested Jackie Stubbs, and we're

him on some lightweight charges, but
they're off the street for now.

What about Boros?

We're still looking for him.

Will you stay here at least until we've
picked him up?

I'm going to finish my story.

In fact, there's going to be a new
chapter about reporters being...

Beaten up. Look, I understand your
anger, but you have absolutely nothing

prove by doing this. I know.

Just the same, I... Well, will you let
me help you?

Matt, I've got to do this alone.

A friend needs my help.

Who? A friend in need.

She just called. She wants me to meet
her.

I know this sounds like cheap advice.

Be careful.

Yes, I understand.

Tonight will be fine.

No, the price is unchanged.

Only remember, there will be no more
deliveries for a while.

I'm going out of town.

Out of the country, actually.

Well, I'll be back to serve you.

Goodbye.

You scream, you'll get hurt. You
understand?

Okay, good. Now, I'm going to ask you a
couple of questions.

I want the right answers.

Don't lie to me, Asha.

You're still playing investigative
reporter, huh?

You dropped a dime on me, didn't you?
No.

Now, how can I believe that? No, Boros,
I never.

I'm just helping Carol. She needed some
info for her article.

I never gave any names. So how come this
guy Hawk's been on my tail?

Cops are crawling all over the
neighborhood.

Even Mr. Stubbs.

You set me up. No, I didn't.

Honest to God.

Okay.

I believe you.

Okay.

We're still friends?

Sorry.

Why don't you give your friend Carol
first -hand information?

No, no, no. Try it. No, I've never done
it before.

I'm just proud to be your friend to help
you.

No, please.

Hello?

No, please, don't do it to me. Please.

I'm so sorry.

It's all my fault.

All my fault.

I'm sorry, Asha.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

Here, we'll take her. No!

There's nothing you can do. Just let her
go. Bob, give me a hand.

She was going back to learn the
newspaper business.

I was going to help her.

Instead... It's not your fault.

She died because of me.

She was going to prove to me that...

She could get information for my story.

I wasn't there when she needed me.

I promised her I would be there and I
wasn't.

She knew you cared. That's why she
wanted help.

She died because of a lousy newspaper
story.

I've lost a son.

Now Asha.

Seems to me.

It's more than just a story now.

Seems to me that you have to finish what
you started.

Here. So, when is the next shipment?

When I get back. Make it soon.

I got a lot of customers.

Fewer day by day.

What? Simply a reference to the
newspaper accounts.

How do you explain that to your
customers?

I don't.

Who cares anyway?

Exactly.

Please. Please what?

Don't kill me.

Why do you deserve to live?

Here. This is what you want.

You're going to have to give me a whole
lot more than that.

Stuff was laced with strychnine, all
right.

Some Julian.

Yeah.

Boros couldn't wait to tell us
everything.

Play dumb for about 30 seconds, and then
we explained to him how long he'd have

to stay inside before he was eligible
for parole.

He told us more than anyone wanted to
hear about Julian.

Like how he used his diplomatic status,
smuggled the stuff in he was wholesaling

for Boros.

Either he didn't know that stuff was
poison, or he didn't care.

He had it priced so low, Boros could
mark it up three times and still be

competitive. Makes you think Julian
wasn't in it for the money.

Yep. And?

And we can't touch him.

Everybody's been consulted, FBI, State
Department, executive branch, everybody.

So he walks?

Walks, runs, flies out of here tomorrow
if he wants to.

He's got diplomatic immunity, Hawk.

He's going to get away with this.

Believe it. I just thought you should
know.

The man deals drugs that killed my
daughter, a dozen other people, and goes

because of some set of government rules?

So they say.

There must be something we can do.

Otherwise, he'll just go on killing
people.

There must be.

Hawk.

Maybe you've got diplomatic immunity,
but you don't have Carol Rowe immunity,

you bastard.

So you still can't let him go, huh?

Not if I can help it.

Good.

Anything new?

I've researched him back through grade
school.

His wife died in childbirth.

He had a daughter.

Yeah?

She died of an injected drug overdose.

So you think he might be getting even?

Right now, I don't know what to think.
But that would be my first guess.

I hate to be the one to say it, but it
really doesn't matter now anyway.

He's just gonna fly out of here in a
couple of days and go right on dealing

drugs.

Maybe. Carol. I am going to be his
living hell.

I am going to write about him. I am
going to investigate him. And I'm going

follow him. And I'm going to let
everyone everywhere know what he is and

he's done.

Your publisher approved?

Papers behind me.

Well, watch yourself, kid.

Fry his tail.

I am making arrangements to take care of
Mr. Julian once he returns to his own

country.

Now, I told you that on the telephone.

How can I be sure?

This has become very important to you,
hasn't it?

Yes.

But why is this time so important to
you?

If a man breaks the law, he should pay.

If the law protects him, he should still
pay.

You have my promise.

Miss Rowe, is it?

Yes. I'm glad you came.

To set the record straight, as you would
say.

I would like to hear your version.

Surely.

Please, sit down.

First, I speak for myself.

Not as a representative of my
government.

Of course.

Your government vaunted war on drugs as
a well -known joke.

As long as there is a market, there will
be drugs.

So I attacked the market to save those I
can.

If people are afraid to use a product,
that product will go away.

My God.

You did it on purpose.

Many drug users are doomed anyway.

And yes, I would sacrifice some for the
good of the whole.

Oh, isn't that a fine abstraction?

Miss Rowe.

I am not, like you, the victim of
Western humanism.

There are things that must be dealt
with.

Infection that must be scraped away at
whatever pain before the entire body is

bloated with corruption.

Your daughter died of drugs, Mr.

Julian.

Is that what this is all about?

Revenge?

I'm afraid this interview must end, Miss
Rowe.

You are clearly unable to understand me.
Damn you.

You think you're the only one who's lost
someone to drugs?

You fill yourself up with these
grandiose master plan fantasies.

But behind all that talk about
salvation, you're a sick man,

a psychopath, and a...

And I plan to write about you day after
day after day until

I run out of stories.

I must pack.

I leave for my new assignment tomorrow.

But no, Miss Rowe.

I am not the problem.

Drugs are.

Good day, Metro.

To everything there's a season and a
time for every purpose under heaven, a

to be born and a time to die.

Asha died before her time, but death is
swallowed up in victory, for we know

that if our bodies on this earth die, we
have a place and a heavenly body with

God in heaven.

Let not our hearts be troubled by death,
because in God's house there are many

mansions, many homes.

God has prepared a mansion, a home for
Asher.

Asher has gone to be with God and no
longer has earthly concerns.

Amen. They found Julian dead in his room
at the embassy, half -packed, ready to

go. You know who did it?

Nope. No fingerprints.

The slugs we pulled out of him don't
match anything the FBI has.

Besides, who in the world would want to
see a sweetheart like Julian dead?

Other than your client.

As a matter of fact, you, Jackie Stubbs,
Parker, the whole D .C. police force.

Why are you pointing the finger in my
direction?

Nobody's above suspicion.

Nor above the law.

No matter how justice is served, the
fact is the deed is done.

It's always the family which suffers.

Pain won't stop until the drugs and
violence are gone.

We have to stop dealing with the
symptoms and eradicate the disease.

Until we do that, Carol, Matt, we can
never sleep.

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