All language subtitles for S02E11-Gigolo Jarod

I'll take that, Jarod.

Why have you
been stealing these?

I've been making this.

- A house?
- A home.

This is where I grew up.

At least what I can remember.

What's a home like, Sydney?

[Miss Parker] Since when do lab rats
wear Hugo Boss?

This is like something
out of GQ.

How would you know?

There must be 20,000 dollars' worth
of designer clothes here.

It appears you have a fashion competitor,
Miss Parker.

What's he up to, Syd?

A form of expression,
individuality, strength...

showing offhis colors
the way a mating animal would.

You might be right
about the mating part.

"The Kama Sutra of Love. '"

What's your boy
learning from this?

I have always depended
on the kindness of strangers.

- Jarod.
- Isabella.

I've heard that
chivalry was dead.

Only slightly wounded.

Do you prefer to be called "escort"
or "gigolo"?

Well, why don't you
give me one hour...

and you tell me.

[Man Narrating]
There are Pretenders among us.

[Jarod]
I was taken from my family.

Thirty-six hours and he's already demonstrating
more talent than any of our others.

How many people died
because of what I thought up?

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

[Miss Parker]
He's a Pretender-

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

- The Centre wants him alive.
- Preferably.

[Miss Parker]
He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

- You a doctor?
- I am today.

Why leave all of this behind?

Jarod operates on a different level
than other people.

[Broots] It all must mean something.
It always does.

You guys better come
take a look at this.

Follow me to 1500 Hart Street.

It seems pretty simple.

Let's find out.

Your cut.

- Did The Kama Sutra come in handy?
- I lent my copy to a friend.

Well, you must have
memorized it.

A gift from Isabella.

- What the hell did you do to that woman?
- I just listened.

I can't decide
who gets you next.

I hear Cynthia Sloan is looking.

European countess
to Detroit socialites?

Just because she's
the only woman in Forbes 50...

doesn't mean I can't
satisfy her.

Remember, Jarod...

they're paying for a fantasy,
not paying for a man.

Do you think you can
become someone else?

I'll do my best.

[Man] It spells out the terms
of your employment.

For obvious reasons,
you're being hired as a, um-

Special consultant.

Everything you see and do
is strictly confidential.

Of course.

It's quite a house.

- You should see the other six.
- Seven.

- Hello. I'm Jarod.
- He sign?

It's a requirement
of Frank's.

He oversees all my holdings
and new ventures.

- And which one am I?
- You'd be a little of both.

Well...

let the games begin.

Let's lay
the ground rules.

You're here for one reason.
Men have a tendency to hit on me.

You're going to save me the inconvenience.
You're a prop, Jarod.

- A piece of jewelry.
- Oh. Then I'll have to shine.

Well, for $5,000 a week,
I expect you to blind me.

You'll be on call until
the ribbon cutting on Saturday.

- For that?
- Sloan Towers, the future of downtown Detroit.

Well, if this is the future...

then this must be history.

[People Chanting]
Save our home! Save our home!

Save our home!
Save our home! Save-

What's it like
to have a home, Sydney?

Save our home.!
Save our home.!

Save our home.!
Save our home.!

[Pigeon Cooing]

[Clicking Tongue]

Leave him alone.

- He broke his wing.
- I wish Michael was here.

Michael Edwards.

The boy that fell
from the fire escape.

He helped the birds. He was gonna
be a veterinarian when he grew up.

I was a veterinarian once.

- Can you make him fly again?
- I don't know.

TracyJohnson, you get off
of this roof right now.!

- I gotta go.
- The girl's gonna get herself killed.

I run the Neighborhood Watch program in this
building, and your face doesn't look familiar.

I was just trying
to help the bird.

I guess that Michael Edwards
cared for them.

- What do you know about Michael?
- Just what I've read.

This is where it happened.

I told that boy a thousand times
to stay off this roof.

My name is Jarod.

- I'm Alice Evans.
- Nice to meet you, Alice Evans.

Three stories he fell,
straight down.

And then they
condemned this place.

Now Cynthia Sloan can get
her manicured claws...

on the only raw property
left in the city.

And throw hundreds of families
out of their homes.

Fire escapes. They don't collapse under
the weight of an eight-year-old boy.

The city said it was the weather.
I've been living down in 212 for nearly 40 years.

Suddenly, the bricks start
crumbling like sawdust?

Uh-uh. I don't think so.

I only wish I'd been around
to help that boy.

[Pager Beeping]

I can't take on another client.

I'm at Cynthia Sloan's
beck and call night and day.

Don't worry about it.
This one sounds like a one-shot deal.

But you're not gonna get away
with talking this time.

This one's got the itch.

- The itch?
- Go scratch it.

[Doorbell Rings]

Yes?

I have always depended
on the kindness of strangers.

- What?
- The service sent me.

The service. Right.
Oh, that was quick. Um-

- Uh, may I come in?
- Yes. Please.

Won't you come in?

"Happy Valentine's Day."

Help yourself.
I made coffee.

- It's French roast.
- Oh.

How do you know
what's inside of them?

- Oh, you don't. That's the fun part.
- Oh.

Wh-Who is Valentine?

[Laughs]

You know, they didn't say
you'd be handsome and funny.

The truth is, uh, I've never, uh,
done anything like this, uh-

Um, now, do I, uh...

make the check out
to you personally?

Oops. Or do I make it out
to the service?

We can figure
that out later.

I'll make it out to "Cash."

I couldn't help but notice
the man living over the garage.

Oh, that was Howard,
my husband.

- Your husband?
- Soon to be ex.

He's living above the garage
until we settle things.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I bought a box at the drugstore.

- It was on special, so-
- The 12-pack.

Safety first.

I saw that on MTV.

- You seem a little nervous, Joyce.
- Nervous?

No. No, not me. Mm-mmm.

I love a house with pictures.

It makes it feel like a home.

I sent my last one
off to college this year.

Oh, I miss him.

Can't say the same for Howard.

- Was it another woman?
- Oh, hardly.

You know what Howard bought me
for my 25th wedding anniversary?

- Hm.
- A toaster.

I saved up and bought us
tickets to Paris...

kind of like
a second honeymoon.

Howard couldn't take off
time from work...

so he cashed in the tickets
and bought a big-screen TV.

Fifty inches.

French roast is the closest
I'll ever get to Paris.

Now, I hear that
I get what I pay for.

So-

You must miss your children.

- Hmm? What?
- Do they know?

- Know?
- That you've hired a lover?

[Woman On TV] The accidental death
of Michael Edwards...

led the city to condemn
Jefferson Heights.

These residents
are protesting their eviction.

In four days,
their homes will be demolished.

For some of them, it's d�j� vu.

They tried the same thing
after the fire of'77.

The tenants fought then,
and they won.

Back then, the residents won renovation
instead of demolition.

But then they never had to deal
with real estate mogul Cynthia Sloan.

Miss Sloan, can we get
a statement from you?

My heart goes out to
Michael Edwards and his family.

ButJefferson Heights
is dangerous.

I'm doing the city
and all the residents a favor.

Some say that after Michael Edwards died,
you strong-armed the city into a contract.

Sloan Development won this bid
fair and square.

I make no excuses
for being competitive.

You do what it takes to close the deal.
Whatever it takes.

- Miss Sloan! Miss Sloan!
- [Man] You haven't really answered the question.

[Reporters Chattering]

Whatever it takes.

[Jarod]
What's all this sulfuric chloride for?

We'll be using it
in the demolition.

Soak the right stress points,
then it weakens the brick.

That whole building will come
down like a house of cards.

Excuse me.

- Uh, one more question.
- Shoot.

Valentine's Day.
Specifically, Cupid.

Yeah?

A corpulent infant
who happens to be an archer...

goes around shooting arrows into people,
and suddenly they're in love?

- That's about it.
- And to show that love...

people buy each other chocolates
and other sweets.

Do they wanna be fat
like the infant?

What was it you said you did
for Miss Sloan?

Uh, special consultant.

- Sounds dangerous.
- You have no idea.

Bye.

[Broots] The address Jarod left on
the candy was to an adult bookstore?

You have got to be kidding me.
Let's just get this over with.

- What's wrong, Broots?
- It's kind of embarrassing.

I've never been
in this kind of place before.

Right. And I'm the president
of the P.T.A.

It's all starting to come back to you,
isn't it, Broots?

Jarod must have brought us here
for a reason.

It's called "humiliation."

Is there anybody here?

I'll be right with you.

We'd like to speak to the owner
about a friend.

Rex is the owner. He's dead.
I'm Bucky LaFontaine.

I run the place.
You mentioned something about a friend?

He left these.

Why didn't you say you were looking
forJarod in the first place?

Come on.
Come on back.

Anybody hungry?

Yeah, Jarod was a real
emotional guy. Smart though.

He invented the portable smoke-eater.

[Whirring]

Sure you don't want me
to grill you a wing?

Positive. Do you know
whereJarod went?

Not a clue.
He just stopped coming in.

Would you say that he was interested
in the material you sell?

No way. He wasn't into
the sexuality part.

He just wanted to talk about people-
about what makes us want each other.

Between you and me, I don't think
that boy got much love growin' up.

I think that's why he must've
been so proud of the book.

The book?

I run a small publishing company on
the side. Romance novels and such.

Are you saying Jarod actually
wrote one of these novels?

Yeah. Uh, there.

He- He did the cover art too.

[Laughing]

That boy's definitely
one of a kind.

One is enough.

This'll look stunning on him.
Have this ready for tonight.

[Chuckles] You're not very big
on pictures, are you?

You've got a lot of awards,
but only one photograph.

Photographs-
They make a house a home.

Don't you think?

[Chuckles]

- Is this you?
- [Chuckles]

My father bred racehorses
as a hobby.

Ouch. That looks painful.

My prize steed threw me.
I still have the scar.

It used to be much worse, but the plastic
surgeons keep whittling away at it.

So, where's your family?

You ask your clients
this many questions?

Only the special ones.

Don't you get lonely here?

The city turned down our demolition plan.
I've called a meeting.

I don't have time to get lonely.
Don't be late tonight.

[Phone Rings]

- Hello.
- [Woman] Yes. I spoke with Joyce.

She said she was
vaguely unfulfilled.

What is wrong with you?
She's a housewife.

You nibble on her ear,
she melts.

I don't know exactly
what she wants.

If you call a plumber, you want your
pipes fixed. She called a gigolo.

- I understand, but-
- Fix her pipes. And, Jarod...

I don't wanna have this
conversation again. All right?

- [Dial Tone]
- [Beeps Off]

I just got her washed.
What do you think?

- [Alarm Chirps]
- It's the car. It drives her crazy.

- [Soft]
- Joyce?

Hi there.

Rumor has it you're feeling
vaguely unfulfilled.

I've been waiting for you.

You do realize that your husband
is out in the garden.

I know.

You won't regret this later?

To hell with regrets.

[Car Alarm Blaring]

[Alarm Stops]

I know you're up there, Howard Cullman!
I'm calling the police!

The number's 911!

Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry.

- It's- It's okay.
- Oh.

- It's strange though.
- Strange? What?

You say your husband
doesn't care about you anymore.

It sure doesn't look
that way to me.

Hey.!

Jarod. I didn't mean
to bite your head off.

I thought you were another
one of those inspectors.

Inspector? I don't think you'll
be seeing many more of those.

- Your home is already condemned.
- Are you kidding?

Those bureaucrats were all over
this place, even before Mikey fell.

Somebody inspected the fire escape
before it collapsed?

Yeah. He was independently
wealthy, like you.

Like me?

He had one of those fancy hunks
of metal on his wrist too.

- Like this?
- Except his had diamonds.

Excuse me.
I would like to propose a toast.

First of all, to this work of art that
some people call a building.

The sign may say Sloan Towers,
but this entire project...

was the dream of
my right-hand man, Frank Linden.

This has been his baby
from the beginning...

and if I don't give him a promotion
for this, then I should fire myself.

[Guests Chuckle]

When everyone said that
it couldn't be done...

including me,
Frank found a way.

To Sloan Towers.
Whatever it takes.

Hear, hear.

[Woman]
Cheers.

Whatever it takes.

[Siren Wailing]

- [Sighs]
- [Pigeon Cooing]

Hey!
[Clicking Tongue]

How you feeling today?

Would you like one of these?
They're very good.

[Pager Beeping]

[Sighs]

Have you ever tried one of these?
It says, "Be mine."

Got one that says,
"You're fired"?

Fired?

I'm tired of calls
from this house-frau Cullman.

You're through with her
and with Cynthia Sloan.

I'm assigning a replacement.

Just before the ribbon cutting.
Do you think that's smart?

Cynthia Sloan is one of
your prize clients.

Fine. You wanna keep Cynthia?

Then scratch
the housewife's itch.

- [Sighs]
- [Phone Rings]

- This is Sydney.
- [Jarod] Why do people fall in love?

You might as well ask
why the stars come out at night.

Everyone spends
their whole life searching...

for that special someone-
that person to love.

But when they finally find them,
it all falls apart.

It's a paradox, isn't it?

But I believe it's better
to have loved and lost...

than never to have loved at all.

So, you believe that love
is worth fighting for.

That it's worth the pain
and the effort?

Is that what you were trying to say in the
romance novel you left for Miss Parker?

The book speaks
for itself, Sydney.

- [Dial Tone]
- [Beeps Off]

[Jarod's Voice]
"She felt consumed by a great void-

a dark and silent abyss...

as terrifying as
the grand palace around her.

But somewhere
in the chilling blackness...

she caught a glimpse
of a light.

She remembered a time-

the precocious little girl
with a heart full of fire...

a soul inflamed by passion...

and a smile that could
melt winter into spring.

But the light was gone.
The flame had died.

Her past was taken from her
by the soldiers of the great palace.

She would continue searching,
hoping to rekindle the fire.

Until then, she would always be
the Saddest Little Valentine. '"

[Tones Beeping]

Hello, Joyce?

This is Jarod.

[Knocking]

Come on in.

[Chuckles]

[Laughing]

It isn't quite what I imagined.

Nothing ever is.

- Can I pour you a drink?
- Hmm? Uh-

[Stammering]

Yes, sure.

- [Whirring]
- [Giggles]

Oh, that vibrates.
Oh, my gosh.

- [Whirring Stops]
- We'll get to that later.

- [Soft]
- [Quietly] Oh my-

Now it's just you... and me.

No one can disturb us,

especially that annoying husband
of yours.

Uh-

- What's with you, Joyce?
That's what you're here for.
- Ah.

Don't tell me you're
thinking about Howard.

That husband doesn't
deserve you.

- Well-
- I mean, how much polyester
can one man wear anyway?

Poly-What?

And that physique.!
[Chuckles]

What is it,
body by chili dog?

Well, you know, Howard,
he's a little chunky.

- He is.
- Santa Claus is chunky.

Howard, he's a zoning violation.

Well, you know,
Howard h-has his faults...

but he's a kind...

and gentle human being, and-

- He bought you a toaster for your anniversary.
- Well-

He cashed in your tickets
to Paris for a television set.

Well, 50 inches actually.

You know, that's just Howard.

Forget about him.
Forget about that whole nightmare.

You know, Jarod, y-you just don't forget
about 25 years of marriage.

We've been through a lot.
We raised a family. We-

Made a home?

You're right.

You don't forget about
25 years of marriage.

And you don't forget a home.

Some people,
they can go through their whole lives...

without ever having one.

Come on.
I'll take you home.

[Quietly]
Thank you.

[Sydney]
What's wrong, Jarod.

You seem upset.
You've been sitting here, staring for hours.

Tell me what's wrong.

No! No!

No.! No.!

- Jarod, what are you doing?
- I don't have a home, Sydney!

I can't remember anything!
I don't have a home!

I don't have a home.!
I don't have a home.!

[People Chanting]
Save our home.! Save our home.!

Save our home.! Save our home.!

Save our home.! Save our home.!

Save our home! Save our home!

So much anger.

Don't they realize it's
not safe to live there anymore?

That's easy for you to say.
If this place started falling down...

you'd have six others
to choose from.

They don't have what you have-
a great education...

rich parents, your own horses.

- People change.
- Some more than others.

- [Chanting Continues]
- [Frank] Cynthia.!

Cynthia, are you watching this?

- They won't leave.
- They can't.

I want your permission
to call the police.

- That would look great on the news.
- Please!

Save our home.!
Save our home.!

Look, Cynthia, these people
are breaking a city ordinance.

Now, I can have Alderman Nance
call the chief, set it all in motion.

Go talk to them.

Tell them that their building
is unsafe.

Explain it to them face-to-face.

- They won't listen.
- Then call the police.

Start a riot.
Whatever it takes.

Save our home.!
Save our home.!

Save our home.!
Save our home.!

We won't go! We won't go!

We won't go! We won't go!

- I've been expecting you.
- We won't go!

- Hello, Jarod.
- Alice.

- What is going on here?
- We won't go!

[Knocking]

- Hi, Jarod.
- This is Cynthia.

You the lady that's gonna
tear down my house?

Jarod said you like horses.

I found this when we moved in.

It was in a secret hiding place.
Wanna see?

How'd you know?

That's you.
You're Cindy.

[Cynthia]
How did you know?

You can find
just about anything...

if you know the right place
to look for it.

Who are you?

Someone who believes that
everyone deserves to have a home...

even Cindy Morgan.

I changed my name,
but I didn't hurt that little boy.

No, but you're
partly responsible.

Why are you so determined
to destroy this place?

- It's where you grew up.
- That was my past.

So you thought
you could just get rid of it?

Like you got rid of your name
or that scar on your arm?

Trust me.

You can't cut a scar out of here.

I've tried.

With all the houses that I own...

that little room was the only place
that I ever called home.

But now you're rich,
and you have this image to maintain.

When I was a kid, I won scholarships
to very expensive schools.

I was around a lot
of very wealthy people.

So to fit in, you felt like you
had to make up a life.

Trust me.
I know the feeling.

First, it was that my father
bred racehorses...

instead of what he really did...

which was drive rich tourists around
downtown in his horse and buggy.

Then it was my name.

The lies just snowballed.

Now it's too late
for the truth.

Cindy, it's never too late
for the truth.

Two tickets
on the Concorde, please.

Hi. I'm your wife's gigolo...

and do I have a deal for you.

Cynthia?

Cynthia?

This is great.
[Laughs]

Cynthia?

Hmm?
[Shouts]

[Jarod]
Bad year for sulfuric chloride.

[Sighs]

- What are you doing here?
- I'm celebrating, Frank.

Because today, you were fired.

What the hell are you-
[Shouts]

I hope you brought
your golden parachute.

- [Clanging]
- [Shouts]

Better hold on, Frank.

You don't wanna go down
with your career.

[Grunting]

Sulfuric chloride,
ideal for the demolishing of a building...

murdering children.

My God, help me.

I bet your cronies down in Public Housing
say it was the weather. Right, Frank?

You killed a child, just so you could
force people out of their homes...

just so you
could make more money.

- You're crazy.
- No, Frank.

You are.

This is where Michael Edwards
plunged to his death...

just like you're about to do.

Help me, Jarod.
I can't hold on much longer.

Like you helped Michael Edwards?

[Whimpering]
I have money.

I hate to tell you, Frank,
but I'm not really a gigolo...

so I can't be bought.

But I am curious.
How much?

How much to throw hundreds
of people out of their homes?

How much to murder
an innocent little boy?

All right.
All right, Jarod.

I did it, okay?

I did it.
Now, please, help me.

- Help me.!
- [Sighs]

[Grunting]

- [Shouts]
- Nice watch.

Ah-ah-ah.

Don't waste your time
with those.

- Trust me.
- [Laughs]

- Ah. You really know how to
show a lady a good time, Jarod.
- [Both Laugh]

- You haven't seen nothing yet.
- Hey, you.

[Pigeon Cooing]

- You think he'll fly?
- We'll see.

- [Gasps]
- I'm gonna go chase it.

Is that allowed?

I don't wanna go back to
that huge house by myself.

It gets really lonely.

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Alice] Time's up.
Hey, what's happenin'?

Are we going over these
renovation plans or what?

- Whatever it takes.
- Yeah.

I'm comin', I'm comin'.

[Phone Rings]

What?

They say it is better
to have loved and lost...

than never to have
loved at all.

- Do you believe that's true?
- If you're lonely, call a 900 number.

- Did you read my book?
- I skimmed through it.

You paint a pretty sad picture.

- I just write the way I see it.
- [Scoffs]

- How did we end up like this?
- Like what?

Alone. Searching.

It's ironic, because we
both want the same things-

someone to care about,
someone to care about us.

[Sighs]

Do you think we'll ever find
that kind of love in our lives?

What the hell do you want
from me, Jarod?

[Sighs]

- Open the box.
- [Beeps Off]

[Man Singing]

[Continues]

[Ends]