All language subtitles for The Pretender S02E15

- [Chirping, Quacking]
- [Young Jarod] It's not working.

The white duck isn't accepting
the mallard as part of her family.

Conclusion?

The family bond
is a primal impulse.

- It's unbreakable.
- Very good, Jarod.

- [Quacking]
- My family's gone, Sydney.

If I ever left here,
would anybody want me?

- What is this place?
- I got your back, Miss Parker.

Looks like Monkey Boy
had some time on his hands.

Oh. "Urban Combat Basics...

The Best of Enemy Neutralization,
Hand-To-Hand Combat and You."

- Our little egghead's turning
into a regular weekend warrior.
- You shot me.

- In the head.
- You never looked better.

[Miss Parker]
Something you want to share with us, Syd?

Syd?

- Syd, you all right?
- Oh, yeah.

All clear.

[Scoffs]

What is this,
testosterone headquarters?

What do you think
all this means?

Well, it looks likeJarod
is preparing to go to war.

[Woman Whimpering]

You better hope hubby
shows with the ransom.

Quiet.

- See anything?
- I don't see nothin'.

- No cops?
- Just hustlers and crackheads.

- [Whimpering]
- I think we're gonna be okay.

- Grab the door.! Check the bedroom.!
- Go, go, go.!

- Police! Freeze!
- Down! Down!

- Up against the wall.!
- Check the hallway.!

Set it up.!
Clear it.!

My name is Jarod.
You're going to be just fine.

Central, this is T-14.
Two male suspects in custody.

[Sobbing]

[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.

Jarod. Nice work
last night, partner.

No shots, no casualties.
SWAT loves pitching shutouts.

Well, it's a pleasure to be here,
Sergeant Stephens.

It's an honor to be
part of the T-14 Squad.

Although, I'm still trying to figure out
what the "T'"stands for.

"Ten-to-life," if you ask
the losers in city lockup.

- "Turbo," if you ask the chief.
- Turbo Squad.

- Turbo Squad.
- We're a well-oiled machine.

- Based on your moves last night,
you'll fit in just fine.
- Amen.

I heard about the shooting incident.

Lieutenant Lange is gonna be
a tough act to follow.

Dan was a hell of a guy.
He's gonna be missed.

That cop killer better hope I don't find
his worthless ass. That's all I got to say.

Well, these precinct picnics
used to be all kinds of fun...

before all this bitching
and moaning.

Tracking another hot lead, Detective?

You guys are making Lange out to be some
sort ofhero. Truth is, he was a fool.

- Take it someplace else.
- Truth hurts, huh, Stephens?

- No. This does.
- Hey, come on! Take it easy, all right?

- Hey. Hey.
- Why do you keep defending this guy?

He threw himself in between the shooter
and his partner! He was a good cop!

Lange was a hot dog, all right?
And it got him killed.

Just a-
Cody. Cody, honey?

[Stephens]
Right in front of Lange's kids. That was nice.

- That was really nice.
- I didn't know.

It's gonna be all right.

Je t'aime.
Ah, Michelle.

- I love you too.
- [Door Opens]

Hey, Sydney.

Routine scans from last week.

You okay, Sydney?

- Broots, can I trust you?
- Absolutely.

I told you about the dream
I keep having about Miss Parker, didn't I?

Hmm. I need your help
to find a person.

Her name is Michelle Lucca.

Okay.

This is everything
I remember about her.

Broots, this is important to me.

Please be discreet.

Okay, Sydney.
You know you can count on me.

Hate to break up the coffee klatch, but Broots
is needed on Sublevel 5 right away.

- Oh, okay. Duty calls.
- [Sydney Chuckles]

- Everything okay, Syd?
- Fine, Miss Parker. Fine.

- In a hurry, Broots?
- Oh, hi.

What?

I want the paper
Sydney gave you.

- You were listening at the door?
- It was an accident.

Call a cop.
The paper?

"Michelle Lucca"?

- [Broots Sighs]
- Hmm.

Dr. Pavlov's been drooling ever since
he found that note from Jarod.

Do exactly what Sydney asked.

Okay.

If Sydney's protecting Jarod for some reason,
I need to know about it.

- You got it?
- Yeah.

Oh, and Broots?

I can't wait to hear about
that dream of yours.

[Stephens]
And we're clear.

What the hell were you shooting
at, Mooney? Cleveland?

You okay?

Yeah.

[Panting]
I need some air.

What's with him?

I don't know.

Nice choice of simulation
scenario there, Jarod.

Well, simulations
are sort of my specialty.

You and Cooke,
you showed some stellar shooting.

Just backing up the team.

- What's up?
- I really dropped the ball back there.

Well, maybe the simulation
was a little too close to home.

Maybe it reminded you of the day you got shot.
The day Dan Lange was killed.

- It's only been two weeks.
- It was like I was living it again.

Like I could hear the rounds goin' off,
Lange screaming, the pain cutting into my leg.

Classic symptoms of post-traumatic stress.
Have you talked to someone?

Well, I'm doin' mandatory sessions
with the department shrink.

I just can't get it
out of my head.

Stress can be triggered
by a number of factors-

anger, fear, guilt.

- Guilt?
- About how Dan Lange died to save your life.

Look, your physical wounds
are healing.

Maybe it's time you started dealing
with your emotional ones.

They'll heal when I catch the man
who murdered my partner.

We run these simulations
to hone our tactical skills.

The same thing can work
for healing emotions.

[Mooney]
We got a call about a botched bank robbery.

The suspect drove three blocks, abandoned
his car, and he broke into the roller rink.

Lange and I made entry there,
just behind those lockers.

We moved toward the bleachers, but we
were pinned by gunfire coming from the box...

up there.

I had Lange's flank, but then
I was hit in the leg and went down.

Dan stood between me and the shooter
andjust kept firing.

It sounded like we were
in the middle of a war.

Stephens and Cooke had taken up
cover positions over there.

- You could see them?
- I didn't have to.

It's standard tactical procedure.

Anyway, the next thing I knew,
Lange was shot and went down.

That's when I saw the shooter.
He stood up in the light.

White male, six feet, athletic build,
goatee and a baseball cap.

Son of a bitch knew
what he was doin'too.

They found a pile
of M1.32 shell casings.

Armor-piercing rounds.

Cop killers.

Tore through Lange's vest like paper.

They call us the Turbo Squad.

Pistons in the same engine.

But if we don't fire at the right time,
that engine breaks down.

People die.

- [Miss Parker] Anything on Michelle Lucca?
- [Broots] No, on Michelle Lucca.

Yes, on Michelle Lucca Stamatis.

Married and living
in New York state.

- But that's not the screwy part.
- Why doesn't that surprise me?

Well, there's absolutely no record of-
of a Michelle Lucca...

ever having existed before
moving to Albany in 1974.

No driver's license,
no birth certificate, nothing.

Broots, look deeper.

Now, you can give Sydney
her address but nothing else.

We need to find that note
Jarod left for Sydney in that cabin.

Well, I'm- I'm sure
he hid it pretty well.

You haven't seen it,
have you, Broots?

No way. No.

Miss Parker, uh...

- this woman obviously means a lot to Sydney.
- Your point?

Whatever happened to
respecting someone's privacy?

Look, I know how much
you care about Sydney.

Hell, the old goat's
even grown on me a little.

- [Both Chuckling]
- But this might have something to do with Jarod.

And that is what's important. Hmm?

[Siren Blaring]

[Female Dispatcher]
This is Central Dispatch to T-14.

Suspects have entered the roller rink
at 21 Bay Shore Road.

Assume armed and dangerous. Over.

This is Lange. Officer Mooney
and I have entered the building.

Officer Stephens and Cooke have
taken flank position. Over.

[Dispatcher] Copy entry.
We'll keep this channel open, T-14. Over.

[Gunshots]

- Request immediate backup.! Officer down.!
- Repeat, 14?

- [Gunshots]
- [Mooney] Lange's been hit.!

Officer down.!
Officer down.!

[Dispatcher] Copy. Officer down.
Backup en route. Over.

- [Static]
- Respond, T-14. Over.

Officer Lange, please respond.

Officer Lange, this is Dispatch.
Please respond.

This is Lange. I'm hit.
l- I can't feel my legs.

[Dispatcher] Daniel, talk to me. Stay with me.
The ambulance is on the way.

- Liz, I'm cold. I'm so cold.
- Daniel, stay with me.

Liz, tell my boys,
tell Jordan and Cody, Dad loves them.

You can tell them that yourself, Daniel.
Just hang on.

- [Static]
- Daniel? Oh, my God.

[Children Chattering]

[Girl]
You want to ride with me?

[Male Dispatcher]
1937 Davidson.

1937 Davidson Avenue.

Uh, see a complaint in
Apartment 3-H, as in Henry.

[Liz]
Daniel, stay with me.

[Lange] Liz, tell my boys,
tell Jordan and Cody, Dad loves them.

[Female Dispatcher, Indistinct]

Ceramic figurines with
vegetation for hair. Hmm.

- Chia Pets.
- Pets?

Yeah. I've never had much of a green thumb,
and animals hate me.

It seemed like a logical solution.

Hmm. I'm Jarod.

Dan Lange's replacement.

I don't think it's possible to replace a man
like Lieutenant Lange.

No.

You were working dispatch on the night
Lieutenant Lange was killed.

I was the last person to speak to him.

That must have been
very difficult for you...

considering how you and Dan
felt about each other.

- What?
- You two were in love.

I heard the dispatch tape.

I could hear it in your voice,
the way you spoke to each other.

It must have been very comforting for Dan
to have you there at the end.

[Liz] Daniel lost his wife
just over a year ago.

Since then, it's just been
him and the boys.

You were close to his sons?

Yeah. Very.

The only family they have left
are Daniel's parents in Seattle.

I know they've been trying to contact them
about taking custody ofJordan and Cody.

The trouble is, they've been traveling
in Europe for over a month.

I'm really gonna miss those kids.

It's difficult,
losing people that we love.

Yeah.

I haven't even cleaned out
his locker yet.

I know it sounds silly.
It- It just makes it seem so final, you know?

So real.

I don't want to forget him.

I want to do something,
you know, make a difference.

I at least want to get
those cop-killer bullets off the street.

Did Dan happen to mention anyone
who might be supplying that type
of ammunition on the street?

He did mention a man
named Petrovka.

[Speaking Russian]

[Russian Continues]

[Sighs]
Vladimir Petrovka...

a local Russian connected
to the Moscow Mafia.

Interpol thinks he might be
responsible for smuggling...

cop-killer ammunition into the States,
among other things.

That's definitely him.

I remember hearing his name a lot just before
Daniel made up his mind to leave the team.

Daniel was planning on
leaving Turbo Squad?

Yeah. It was strange.
Um, the last few weeks before the shooting...

he had become so distant, as ifhe knew
something was- was gonna happen.

- That is strange.
- He said he was leaving Turbo
because he was burnt out.

But I think it was
because of the boys.

And Jordan and Cody
were the world to him.

Now they might not have anybody.

[Broots] Michelle Lucca.
The more I look, the less I find.

I accessed C.I.A., F.B.I. and-

- He's not there.
- Interpol files.

None of them have any record of her
having ever existed prior to 1974.

So, I got to thinking...

who else could wipe out
a person's past so efficiently?

[Sighs]
She worked for the Centre.

Score one for Miss Parker.

She was a clinical psychologist who worked
very closely with Sydney on the Pretender Project.

- She's beautiful, isn't she?
- Figure out how this connects
to that noteJarod left.

Uh, I'll get on this right away then.

- You're hiding something, Broots.
- Uh, what?

I think you heard me.

I promised Sydney he could trust me.

- And you feel like a heel for lying to him, right?
- Yes.

So, by giving me
the rest of what you know...

it doesn't make you any more
despicable than you already are.

- Right?
- Right.

Let's go to my office.

Jordan and Cody remain withdrawn,
but that's to be expected...

considering they lost their father.

I understand that the boys'
grandparents might take custody.

Yeah. They're currently out of the country.
We're still trying to make contact.

What happens if they're
unable to take custody?

What happens to
Jordan and Cody then?

Statistically, older children, particularly
ones with, uh, emotional scars...

are very difficult to place.

If I were left here,
would anybody want me?

That's some gear. You must be good
at this game. Would you like to play?

Whatever.

- You're on SWAT.
- Yes, I am.

- So, did you know our dad?
- No. But I hear he was a great guy.

Do you guys remember anything strange
happening before your father's accident?

- He yelled one night.
- Yelled?

- At the men.
- Me and Cody had gone to bed...

- and we woke up when we heard them fighting.
- Did you see these men?

- No. But we could hear them.
- Dad was real mad.

He kept telling them that he didn't want to
be involved and that they should leave.

It was a few nights before...
you know.

You okay?

Every day before
he went to work...

he said nothing
would happen to him.

He promised.

Cody, your father died saving
another police officer.

There's nothing
more heroic than that.

[Broots]
This is so wrong.

Sydney should be entitled
to a private life.

Keep looking.

He was poking around here
when I was here before-

- I got it.
- What?

Oh, God.

- Oh, Miss Parker.
- Sydney, we were just-

Just looking for you because I need
your report on the surveillance scans.

- I'll put them on your desk.
- Thank you.

- Any news, Broots?
- Almost.

Hmm.

- [Sighs]
- [Door Closes]

Give me that!

Well, it's a birth certificate.

Michelle Lucca is named as the mother,
but there's no one listed as the father.

Sydney?

I was in a cover position near the back bleachers
with Officer Cooke when we heard gunfire.

We immediately returned the fire.

I was hit almost immediately.
That's when Dan-

I mean Officer Lange-
began to return fire.

The next thing I knew he was down,
and I could see the shooter...

the guy with the goatee
and the baseball cap, looking right at me.

It felt like the firefight
lasted 20 minutes.

When we stopped firing,
we heard another weapon.

It sounded like one of
our MP5 nine-millimeters...

coming from the bleachers in front of us.

It felt like the firefight
lasted 20 minutes.

- [Tape Rewinding]
- It felt like the firefight lasted-

...felt like the firefight-
...felt like the firefight-

[Liz] I can't believe they've already
reopened the roller rink.

They haven't even fixed
all the damage yet.

Liz, what kind of weapons were Mooney
and Lange carrying the day of the shooting?

Uh, nine-millimeter handguns.

Stephens and Cooke?

- M16 assault rifles. Standard team issue.
- Right.

[Lange] We're under fire.!
We're under fire.! Take cover.!

I'm hit.
I can't feel my legs.

[Liz]
Daniel, hang on.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have brought you here.

Why did you ask
about the weapons?

[Sighs] Because maybe Mooney
and Lange didn't have a backup after all.

What are you talking about?
Stephens and Cooke were right behind them.

Were they?

[Jarod]
Cooke said it was a firefight.

Yeah? So?

So, if there was such
a vicious exchange of gunfire...

why aren't there
more bullet holes?

- And why are all these bullet
holes the exact same size?
- You've lost me.

An M16 slug leaves a slightly smaller
bullet hole than a nine-millimeter.

It's not something you would notice
unless you were looking for it.

Yet none of these bullet holes
come from an assault weapon.

Stephens and Cooke, they're expert marksmen.
I've seen them shoot.

That box is only 30 yards away,
yet they missed their target.

- Why is that?
- Are you saying they never fired at the shooter?

I'm saying that maybe...

just maybe, there was never
a shooter in the first place.

Then who killed Daniel?

[Jarod]
Maybe... Stephens and Cooke.

The birth certificate is from
1974 for a boy named Nicholas.

He was born about eight months
after Michelle Lucca left the Centre.

I didn't think he knew what to do
with that part of his anatomy.

- Now he's got a son out there.
- Which is why we should leave it alone.

Give the moral shtick
a rest, Broots.

I wouldn't want anyone from the Centre
getting involved in my daughter's life.

- We have to back off, Miss Parker.
- Mmm.

First Sydney shows
some testosterone, now you.

It must be in the water.

Would you put that away?

The Centre made Michelle disappear.

Now don't- don't you think
they've done enough to Sydney?

I told you. This isn't about Sydney.
It's aboutJarod.

You say that.
I just wonder if you believe it.

[Siren]

A voice from beyond the grave.

This is Lieutenant Daniel P. Lange,
badge number 44562.

The date is March 4.
The time is... 11.18 p.m.

My location is 570 Franklin Avenue.

I'm currently in observations of
Officers Stephens, Cooke and Mooney...

with one Vladimir Petrovka, a known
criminal with ties to the Russian mob...

and convictions on weapons
and drug charges.

This is the second meeting in which
I have witnessed the exchange of money.

I plan to turn these surveillance tapes
over to the district attorney's office...

as soon as I've collected enough evidence.

I just hope I can stop this
before anybody gets hurt.

You may have been too late, Dan.

But I won't be.

[Doorbell Rings]

Nick, you're-

[Sydney] When I returned to the Centre,
your desk had been cleared out...

your projects reassigned,
and your apartment was empty.

You left without a trace.

I had only this.

Je t'aime.

Michelle, if you loved me, how could you
leave without saying good-bye?

Because I loved you.

I received a copy
of a birth certificate.

A boy named Nicholas,
born eight months after you left.

No father listed.

Michelle, am I the father?

Sydney.

Well, am I?

Do you remember that Easter weekend
we spent at the cabin?

Mm-hmm.

Well, after a few weeks, uh, I got up
one morning, I wasn't feeling very well...

so I made an appointment
with my doctor and-

You were pregnant.

I was so excited.

For me, for us.

I rushed to Blue Cove to tell you.

When I got to the Centre,
I was stopped.

By whom?

By a man that I'd never even seen before.

I don't know how, but somehow
he knew about our child.

He gave me a choice, Sydney.

The Centre would relocate me...

set up a substantial trust fund
for Nicholas if...

I promised never to see
or speak with you again.

And... if you refused?

He said you would be
in a terrible accident.

He said the Centre couldn't take a chance
on you becoming distracted...

compromising your-your objectivity
toward the Pretender Project.

Sydney, I was afraid.

After I left,
and Nicholas was born...

I met someone.

I got married.

He raised our child as his own.

We chose never to tell him the truth.

We can tell him now.

At what cost?

He's such a bright,
splendid young man with a great future.

He's going to be a teacher like you.

And he's going to be back any minute now.
I have to go.

I hope you understand, Sydney.

[Sighs] At least this time
we can say good-bye.

Sydney?

The inscription on the watch?

I meant it.

Forever.

- Hi. How you doing?
- Good.

- This is Jeremy.
- Nice to meet you.

I found this in a box of old case files.

Vladimir Petrovka.

He was arrested two years ago by-

Stephens, Cooke and Mooney?

That's when Petrovka began his relationship
with the Turbo Squad.

This is before Daniel joined the team.

Petrovka got off on a technicality.

Now, Stephens and the others get paid
to tip Petrovka off about raids.

Their father found out
and confronted them.

That must have been the fight
the boys overheard.

He was going to turn them in.

So they killed him.

It's not over, Liz.

Not yet.

Going somewhere?

I saw the birth certificate, Syd.

Michelle said the Centre
threatened to have me killed...

if I ever found out about my son.

She was told to leave.
They stole my life, Parker.!

Just like they stoleJarod's
and Angelo's and-

Mine?

If you leave now,
then you'll never find out who did this.

You're not-You're not really
gonna leave, are you, Sydney?

Apparently not.

If you knew about the birth certificate,
why didn't you confront me?

Everyone deserves a life.

Even you.

[Stephens] So why the hell
couldn't you hit it with a.45?

[Cooke] I know you weren't
talkin'about my target.

- I was talking about your target.
- Oh, no, man!

- I was talking about your.45.
- All right. We'll meet at the tactical range in 20.

- We'll just prove it.
- All right.

[Liz] T-14. We have
a confirmed sighting of a Joe Doe...

male matching description of suspect wanted
in the murder of Lieutenant Daniel Lange.

21 Bay Shore Road.
Shots have been fired.

That's the roller rink.

Uh, Dispatch? Dispatch,
this is Sergeant Stephens.

- Did I read you correctly?
- Affirmative.

Unit on scene requests SWAT
intervention immediately.

Well, come on! Let's move!

Blood. Looks like
our cop killer's back.

All right, we go in together this time.

- Jarod, you wait for my call!
- [Mooney] What the hell's he doin'?

Forget him. Let's move. Cooke, stay with me
on point. Mooney, cover our flank.

Yes, sir.!

- I don't like this.
- Neither do I. Let's go!

Ready? Go!

Jarod, this is Stephens. Respond.
Respond, damn it! That's an order!

- [Cooke] Where did he go?
- I'll take care of him later.

Keep your eyes open.

[Siren Blaring]

Move out.

[Gunfire]

Hold your fire!
It's a damn target.

- [Rock]
- What is this?

He's not going down!
I'm shooting straight at him!

Blanks. They're blanks!
Somebody switched the ammo!

- Who the hell are you?
- You know me. I'm the man each of you created.

The shooter in the baseball cap
with the goatee.

The man you made up to cover
for the murder of Dan Lange.

What are you talking about?

Lieutenant Lange found out about
your little payoffs from Petrovka.

When he confronted you,
you killed him with armor-piercing shells.

Cop killers.

It just so happens
I brought some with me tonight.

[Screaming]
Please! Stop!

You set up Lange, didn't you?

- It was Stephens' idea!
- Shut up, Mooney.

You left two boys without a father.
And for what?

- For money?
- [Gunshots]

You better hope you don't miss, or we'll
blow you away just like we did Lange.

- Did you get all that, Liz?
- Every last word.

Forgot to switch the ammo
in this one, didn't you?

What are you gonna do, Jarod?
You gonna shoot me? Huh?

If I go, you go.

[Siren Blaring, Distant]

- It's over, Stephens.
- [Cooke] He- He's right.

[Mooney]
There's been enough killing, Stephens.

[Siren Approaching]

[Gun Hitting Floor]

You kids had a wonderful time-

- [Jarod] I'm glad they finally
got ahold of Dan's parents.
- [Liz] Yep.

They're gonna take
the boys back to Seattle.

They seem like really nice people.

Well, Jordan and Cody,
they're going to miss you.

The Langes said I could
visit anytime I wanted.

I just wish they were moving closer.

I've got a lot I want to
tell them about their father.

Well, you could always move there.

And do what?

It's not like they need
another dispatcher in Seattle.

Well, it's funny that
you should mention that.

Because I put a call
into the Seattle P. D...

and it just so happens
they're looking for a good person...

to fill a recently vacated
switchboard position.

So, if you want the job,
you start in two weeks.

Thank you.

No. Thank you.

For what?

For making sure those kids knew
they had someone that cared about them.

I hear you're goin' home.

- Grandma and Grandpa have a farm.
- With real horses.

Real horses? Wow.

- Listen, will you make me a promise?
- What?

No matter how busy or how crazy
your lives get in the future...

always remember that your dad
loved you very much.

- You promise?
- Promise.

Promise.

Bye.

[Miss Parker] Where's Syd?
I haven't seen him all morning.

[Broots] He said he had something
important to do up in Albany.

Hey, look, Miss Parker.

Don't! Back off.

Hey, look.!

[Chuckles]

It's Chia Me.
A little less hair than I'm used to-

Well, like I said before,
you never looked better.

[Coughs]

[Bell Chiming]

Nice job.
See you next time, okay?

Erica, I was going to talk to
you about Thoreau's principles.

I think your essays could be
a little bit more in-depth.

Uh, maybe if you could look
at the, uh, third chapter, okay?

There's nojob more
important than teaching.

That's what they keep telling me.

Enjoy your life.
It passes so quickly.

I'm sorry.
Do I know you from somewhere?

I'm afraid you don't.

[Cell Phone Ringing]

- This is Sydney.
- Did you find your son?

- Yes, I did.
- Do you remember a long time ago...

- I asked you if a family would ever want me?
- I do.

Well, I thought it took
blood to bond people.

But I've learned
it also takes something else.

It takes love.

[Beeps]

I hope you're right, Jarod.