All language subtitles for The Outsider (2020) - S01E03 - Dark Uncle (1080p BluRay x265 Silence)

¿Qué haces?

¿Qué haces?

We secured the barn and the surrounding
areas.

You're good to go inside.

Thank you.

Lights.

I wish I could tell you about the last
week.

Let me get in there for you.

There you go.

Aw.

Welcome back, team.

How's the baby?

I think we'll keep him.

Who does he look like?

Uh, Winston Churchill with a deep tan.

Yeah, the baby's great, Jack.

Thanks for asking.

Sorry, what are you doing here?

I need to pick up some stuff out of my
desk.

You look like you're about to snap a few
necks.

I'll have to drive out to some goddamn
barn in Canning because the state has

found some clothes they think maybe belong
to the Maitland guy.

It's our case.

Somebody's got to represent.

Are you kidding me?

It's a fucking one-hour drive by the time
I show up.

It'll be wrapped and gone.

Have fun.

Please tell me you've at least fed
yourself since I left this morning.

I found the website of the old age home
where Terry went to visit his father.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Ran the old man's name through the
National Criminal Database.

Turns out he was arrested for aggravated
assault in Marietta back in 1985.

Honey.

Mm-hmm.

They've got you on leave for a reason.

Do I look whacked out?

It's post-shooting protocol.

It's nothing personal.

Yeah, I know that.

So how about you just take the time off
they gave you?

I mean, Jesus, if somebody offered me paid
leave...

Speaking of what...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I want to see you dance the song of the
humpback whale.

Come on, change the music.

Put on the song of the humpback whale.

Watch her dance.

Hey, Jack.

You ever heard that?

It's kind of a nature recording.

Bunch of fucking whales making these
moaning noises to each other in the ocean.

Can't say I have.

Well, the reason I suggest it is if she's
gonna move her ass up there like some

half-dead oxy head, maybe that tune would
be more to her liking.

Asshole?

You not working today?

Yes, I'm goddamn working today.

Just taking my time getting there.

Is that okay with you, shithead?

Sure it's okay, Jack.

Oh good, I'm so glad to hear it.

Sure it's okay with you, Jack.

Just kidding.

I'm gonna hit you.

Toss that down her panties.

Ugh!

It's your last chance, Butch!

Come on out or we're coming in after you!

Very serious, Butchie.

Very...

Serious.

This is bullshit.

Fuck this.

I'm a police officer.

What do you want?

No!

Fuck!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No, no!

No!

No!

No!

Here's what we found at the barn.

Gracias.

Thank you.

Lavender button-down shirt, pair of grey
jockey shorts, white crew socks,

and brown work boots, all of which can be
found growing on the nearest tree.

Yes, sir.

However, we also found this.

Carries.

Indeed.

It's the same one we caught on the
surveillance tape after you changed

clothes at the strip club and at the train
station in Dubrow.

Yeah.

That there could be more than one bell
buckle like that in the world.

No doubt.

The lab had maintenance tabs on the file,
matched them up right away.

Here's the thing.

Some were very well defined.

But others, take a look.

You see how faint the
lines and whirls are on those,

while on these, they're
almost entirely broken up.

The tech who did the work said the weaker

prints were like the
prints of an old person.

Maybe somebody 80 or 90 years old.

So someone else?

No.

They're all the same person.

I asked him if maybe they could seem
blurred because Maitland was moving fast,

wanted to change clothes quick to get out
of town.

He said no.

Check them against the ones in the van.

Indeed.

The well defined ones were an easy match,
but here's the thing.

Originally we ID'd five sets of prints.

Terry's, the kid Merlin's, the van's owner
in New York, his wife and his daughter.

Okay.

But there was one set we thought was too
degraded to bother with.

So let's take another shot.

Compare them against the old man prints on
the bell buckle.

Buckle.

Terry's strong.

Terry degraded.

Terry young.

Terry ancient.

What's happening here?

I've made me hold that question until I'm
done.

We also found this.

What is it?

At first we thought it was semen,
but it's not.

Besides, semen doesn't do this.

Same stuff?

They're 90% sure, and there's more of it,
of the parts of the barn.

Is anyone working there?

Maybe it's motor oil, engine lubricant.

They tested for that.

What about a livestock self, um,
outer liniment, you know, bag bomb?

Tested for that too.

So what is it?

Well, they're still testing.

I think we should go and contact Howie
Salomon, Alec Pellig, bring them in on this.

Why would we do that?

Just let them know what's going on.

Yeah, but we don't know what's going on.

Exactly.

So, you know, see if they have any bright
ideas.

Mrs. Maitland, this is not your girl's
fault in the least.

Please understand that.

But the kids in school, there's a growing
hostility towards Maya and Jessa,

and I'm afraid it's only going to
escalate.

Well, can't their teachers protect them?

Can't you?

This is coming from the parents as well.

So they're being expelled?

Expelled is the wrong word.

Okay, well, let me think.

How about we just say, they're on
sabbatical?

Yes, I like that much better.

You have to understand my position.

I do understand.

You have to look out for the
welfare of all of the students,

and not just the ones who
are being harassed and bullied.

I get it.

I can help you find a school, but I'm
afraid wherever the girls enroll... Got it.

Maybe you can consider homeschooling.

I can certainly help you with that.

And mother to mother, I
think it's outrageous when

children have to pay
for the sins of a parent.

Simms?

My husband was innocent.

What do you mean the state lab doesn't
know what this shit is?

It's a state lab, for Christ's sake.

They're working on it.

I'm not sure all the prints are Terry's,
the van and the buckle.

They are.

Sounds to me like you're still trying to
nail them.

No, Howard.

We're just...

We're trying to get to the bottom of this.

Who's we, Anderson?

You're off the job now.

Yeah.

That's right.

Until I'm reinstated, my time's my own.

So now it's all about getting justice for
Terry, huh?

Uh, for Terry?

For Frankie Peterson?

But Howard, I'm not gonna get to do that
for either of them.

If all I'm supposed to be doing is
crawling around on broken glass,

telling you how grievously sorry I am for
having possibly fucked up.

Possibly.

That's what I said.

You know, Terry flew in and
out of Dayton with his family, yet

you're saying those blurred
prints couldn't be anyone else's?

Because somebody else had to have driven
that van down here.

Yeah.

That question's on the list.

We asked for this meeting because we're so
deep in the woods with this that we

figured four heads would be better than
two.

You wanna see your guy exonerated?

Then we need to find the
true actor here, because

nobody else is gonna
go through all of this.

And frankly, nothing less is gonna do.

You guys?

We gotta backtrack to Dayton.

Seems like that's where this whole horror
show started.

Somebody's gotta retrace every step
Maitland took.

I'd say re-interview Glory, maybe even the
kids, but...

Yeah, but they weren't with Maitland
around the clock.

That's right.

I don't know.

I guess I could fly up
there for a couple days

myself, but I don't
think that's enough time.

I have a state police homicide conference
in Atlanta tomorrow.

How about sending Holly Gibney?

Holly Gibney.

The one and only.

It shouldn't be too hard to find where she
parked her spaceship these days.

Chicago, right?

Yeah.

You know, we get her on this, there's
nobody better at retracing steps.

What's with the spaceship?

Well...

As an individual, she's...

She's what I'd call unique.

Chevy Cavalier, General Motors,
produced...

1985 to 2005.

Reboot of Chevy Monza, 1975 to 1981.

BMW 3 Series, Gran Turismo, 4-cylinder
model, 318D.

Produced 2013 to 2015.

Wow.

1966, Renault Le Fan.

3-box, 4-door, saloon model, 845cc engine.

Discontinued 1967.

Holly Gibney.

Hey, Holly.

It's Alec Pelly.

Hello, Alec Pelly.

Nice to hear your voice again.

It's nice to hear your voice again,
too.

Well, I guess I'll cut right to the chase
here.

Um... The man was
arrested down here by a local

PD for the rape and
murder of an 11-year-old boy.

But, there's still some question as to
whether they collared the right guy.

And...

Answering that involves
back-checking a trip he

made to Dayton, Ohio with
his family in early March.

Does that, uh, sound like a piece of cake
to you?

Who is the arresting officer?

Ralph Anderson.

Well, I'm not agreeing to anything over
the phone.

Okay.

Why is that?

Because the last time I committed to a job
that way, it turned out that the man who

hired me had a swastika tattooed on his
forehead, and I hadn't discovered that

until I turned up at his house with his
runaway daughter.

So, if he wants me to be part of his
investigation, he has to see me face to face.

Okay.

Well, I guess I can talk to Howie,
maybe fly you down here.

Well, as you know, I'm an aviophobic.

You're sitting in my seat.

Hello?

Miss, do you see the other stools?

You're okay where you are, but you...

You're sitting in my seat.

Thank you.

Still there?

Yes, I'm still here.

What was that?

You just called yourself?

I'm not flying.

Okay.

Okay.

Oldest trick in the book.

What's that?

I know what you're doing.

So you have a bad actor with you in the
box, right?

And he thinks he's finished answering all
your questions.

All you gotta do is sit there.

Say nothing.

Before you know it.

He gets nervous.

Starts talking again, and
then you got him because

you got him going past
his rehearse dances.

So...

How have you been spending your time since
our last session?

Chores, mostly.

What kind of chores?

You know, gardening, yard work,
cars.

I hear that physical activity is his own
kind of therapy.

How are things at home?

Um... Home.

With your wife?

Oh.

Oh.

We're good.

We're always good.

I mean...

Yeah.

There was a time, you know, when...

Uh... I guess, you know, I wasn't
so sure we were gonna make it.

Maybe for, you know, about six
months or so, but... We made it.

And, uh... We're good.

What was going on?

Um... Um... Losing a child.

Our only child.

And I guess that, uh...

Something like that's either gonna bring
you closer than you've ever been or...

It's gonna...

It's gonna just tear you apart,
man.

I've seen it happen both ways.

I'm sorry.

You know, like I said, we got through it.

It was gonna work good.

What was it like for you
when... Things were still rough?

Maybe we could just keep it about the
things that actually put me in this chair.

You know, the first game my dad ever took
me to was at Wrigley.

1985.

Cubbies-Mets.

Must have been towards the end of the
season somewhere.

After all these years, who could remember
the date?

Did they win or lose?

Cubbies lost.

September 26th.

September 26th.

Wish I could remember who was pitching.

Johnny Abrego started for the Cubs but was
knocked out on the fourth.

He was relieved by Ron Meredith,
Steve Engel, and Jay Baller.

Dwight Goodman, on the other hand, threw
a complete game shutout for the Mets.

Hello, Alec.

Who's your friend?

I'm gonna need the name and address of the

hotel that the family
were staying in in Dayton.

It's in there.

Yeah, and the room number.

I can get that for you.

I'm gonna need the location of the parking
lot and the restaurant.

It's in there.

The hospital information I can see.

Father's medical records.

Do I need that?

No.

I need to find out who's working in that
wing the days of the maintenance visit.

That's my job.

I'm gonna need a thousand
in cash, twenties and

fifties, all of which
will be accounted for.

And if I don't use it, you can just deduct
it from my fee.

It's no problem.

Speaking of my fee, I'm gonna need half.

It's no problem either.

Here you go.

Done and done.

He's forgotten.

It means for your health in Lithuanian.

Oh, right.

And then you say is fakata.

Right.

Mis fakata.

Hey.

I thought they screened out mail for
things like this.

Must have slipped through.

I have to say, all these contradicting
eyewits, videos and forensics,

sounds like your man has a doppelganger.

From the German double goer.

The myth is, if it's a myth, is that everyone
in the world has an identical double.

If you mean by that a twin, we've already
checked that out.

Not a twin.

No.

No, sir.

A non-biological double.

The Egyptians call it a ka.

The Norwegians a Vardager.

The Finns an Etienne.

The Swiss a dark entre.

She likes history.

My particular favorite is fetch from the
old Irish.

Find that word quite fetching,
don't you?

What we're looking for is a flesh and
blood male biped.

My theory about the doppelganger is that
it is a primitive construct used to

explain bipolar disorder
or schizophrenia or just

the everyday struggle
between the id and super ego.

If it's a myth.

What?

You said if it's a myth.

Yes, I did.

Because I have no tolerance for the
unexplainable.

Well then, sir, you'll have no tolerance
for me.

Okay, here we go.

I can tell you what day
May 1st lands on 204

years from now, faster
than any computer on Earth.

I can look at a skyscraper for
two seconds from a speeding

car and tell you within six
inches how tall our building is.

And I can not only recite the lyrics of
every rock and roll song written from 1954

to the present day, but I can tell you
which billboard chart position they were

in week to week before they fell off
completely.

But you know what?

I don't listen to music because I don't
like it.

Heights make me throw up.

And if you ask me what date it is today,
I have to look at a calendar.

Now all that's true, right?

When I was four years old, my parents took
me to see a psychiatrist to be examined.

And that was what got the ball rolling.

And by the time I was eight years old,
I had been tested, studied, written about,

and videoed by psychiatrists,
behaviorists, neuroscientists,

and six different kinds of
interdisciplinary sociobiologists.

And you know what they said?

Fuck if I know.

So, Mr. Anderson, if I feel like using the

conditional if, then if's
the word of Mockingbird.

Your parents allowed them to do that to
you?

They were scared.

They thought the white coats could cure
me.

Cure you of being yourself.

I think I need to go upstairs.

Can I help you with anything?

I'm good.

You don't like to drink that much, but
you did it to make me feel comfortable.

Thank you.

Maria, what's wrong?

You need to call that detective that hurt
my dad.

Who?

Ralph Anderson?

I don't know his name.

The sad looking one.

Why?

Because I have something to tell him.

What do you have to tell him?

The man said to only tell him.

The man?

What man?

What man, Jessa?

Hey guys.

Can we talk out here first?

This is my wife, Jeannie.

I know who she is?

Thank you for coming
by, but it's just because

my daughter had a bad dream involving you.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

And she thinks that she has to tell you
something about the dream.

And my hope is if you come in and let her,
that maybe it will help ease her mind.

I need you to help ease her mind,
okay?

Yeah.

That must have been a very scary dream,
Jessa.

It wasn't a dream.

I said that ten times.

It was, my love.

There was a man here.

He couldn't have gotten upstairs without
one of us seeing him.

Or hearing him.

You know, we have quirky stares.

But what makes you so sure that it wasn't
a dream, Jessa?

Can you just do what I asked you to do,
please?

Yeah.

Um...

But you know whatever it was.

You know there's no man up there now,
right?

Not now, but he said he wouldn't come back
if I gave you the message.

Okay.

What's the message?

He said to tell you to stop.

Stop what?

He said if you don't stop, something very
bad is going to happen.

Did he say what kind of bad thing was
gonna happen?

Okay.

Time to go upstairs.

Come on, come on.

God damn it, Ralph.

Thanks for nothing.

Glory, can I talk to you for a second?

There's the two of us.

So how'd you find Holly Gibney?

I found her unique.

Unique, he says.

She's a full-tilt bull-goose loony.

But she's damn good at what she does.

You'll see.

When our son Derek was Jess's age,
he used to have a lot of nightmares.

And Ralph and I, we
discovered that just saying, oh,

it's a bad dream, didn't
really help him very much.

In fact, it usually made him more
agitated.

Your point?

But if we tried to see it through his
eyes, if we took it as seriously as he

did, you know, and asked him details about
it or his thoughts about what it all

meant, a lot of the times
he would end up convincing

himself that it was just nothing
more than a crappy dream.

Either that or he'd end up so bored by our
little debriefing session that he'd fall

back asleep just to get us out of the
room.

So my point telling you this is just,
maybe it's not so terrible if...

Can you just let Ralph keep asking Jess's
about her dream?

No.

But you can.

So, Jess's, this man that you saw,
can you tell me what he looked like?

Better.

Better than?

The other times.

How many times have you seen him?

Four.

Hmm, honey.

The first time he looked like daddy,
but wasn't.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I thought you'd start crying
again, and I didn't want you to.

He looked like your daddy, but he wasn't.

His skin was wrong, and he was mean.

How was he mean?

He was trying to make me cry.

What a jerk.

How about the second time?

The second time he looked just a
little bit like my daddy, but... messy.

Messy?

You mean like his clothes?

His face.

It was blurry, like someone tried to erase
it.

And did he say anything to you that time?

Just more mean stuff.

And then you saw him again last night?

Yeah, but he wasn't blurry anymore.

Right.

He said that he was better, but did he
still look like your daddy?

No way.

This time, he was more muscly here and
here, and he looked inky.

Inky?

I'm tired, and I don't want to answer
anymore.

Okay.

Well, now that you've gave
Mr. Anderson the message,

I don't think he's ever
coming back, do you?

He said he wouldn't.

And if he does, tell him to bug off.

Tell him, if he has a message he wants to
give me, he can give it to me himself.

Okay, Jessa?

I don't think you want that.

You remember, honey, that he can't hurt
you, so you don't have to be scared.

He doesn't make me scared.

He makes me angry.

I think you're the one who's supposed to
be scared.

Did your car get towed?

No, I'm just looking for the person who's
in charge of mall security.

That would be me.

One of my people decided to use a taser on
her husband last night.

They've been going through a rough patch,
so it left me shorthanded today.

Now that you've got me, how can I help
you?

What dates were you looking for?

March 6th through the 11th.

Well, that's six weeks ago.

We scrub the surveillance cameras in this
parking lot once every five days.

Figured as much.

Thought I'd take a shot.

Have you checked with the traffic
division?

It was never reported stolen.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Ma'am, you can't park there.

There's two spots right there.

Thank you.

I can, uh, I can ask my buddy over at the

impound yard, see if
it turned up over there.

The van was in the custody of Cherokee
City PD.

I was hoping I could get
eyes on that individual

who might have taken
it from here to there.

Sorry, can I ask why Cherokee City PD?

He used to abduct a child who was
subsequently murdered.

In any event, thank you for your help.

You're a PI?

Yes, I am.

Would you like to see my license?

No, that's okay.

But do you have a business card?

Oh, here, here, I'll trade you.

You know, if there's
anything else that I can

help you with, just make
sure to reach out, okay?

My great-grandmother, hands are a lot
better than this dude.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Hey, G, I gotta touch you, man.

Please, please.

How do you think just make it stop?

Just make it stop.

Hey.

Hi, Gloria.

Sorry for just showing up like this.

I just, um...

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah, come here.

Thank you.

Yeah, thanks.

I wanted to...

check in on you, you know.

See how you were doing after yesterday.

I'm alright.

And Jessa?

She slept through the night.

Oh, excellent.

Good.

I don't have an agenda coming here.

I really did just want to check in on you
and the girls.

Yes.

It was funny yesterday, you and Jessa.

Funny?

Yeah, it reminded me of...

Maya.

My oldest.

When she... She couldn't
have been more than seven.

She went to a friend's house for a play
date.

And that girl's older brother made
them watch... a DVD of a horror movie.

Leprechaun?

Man, I wanted to kill that kid.

I bet.

And Maya came home and she was
convinced...

that there was a leprechaun hiding somewhere
in the house... waiting to get her.

And I remember trying to convince her that
leprechauns don't exist...

but she wasn't buying it.

And then Terry had to go.

Do you know what he said?

What?

He said, well, yes, leprechauns
exist, but they only live

in Ireland and they're
forbidden to leave the country.

And she said, oh, okay, good.

And then that was that.

Oh, he was such a good dad.

He really was.

How do you live with a genie?

I really need to know.

Well, yeah, it's impossible.

Hey there.

How can I help you?

I'm here to visit Peter Maitland.

Okay.

Are you a member of the family?

I'm a friend of the family.

I'm sorry.

That won't do LSD policy.

Can I ask how he's doing?

I cannot give out that information.

Melanie?

When I was very young, he and my father
were best friends.

And when my parents died, he and his wife
took me and raised me as their own.

Also, I drove here all the way from
Chicago.

I'm sorry.

I still can't let you up there.

And even if I could, I have to tell you,
he wouldn't recognize you.

I mean, he's been going downhill rather
fast recently.

And when Alzheimer's is involved,
it usually has.

How recent?

I would say in the last month or so.

Early March.

Um, did something particular happen back
then?

In here, I was thinking I had seen the
last of you people.

Uh, what people?

Fine.

Play me for a fool.

Reporters.

Honey, reporters.

I'm not a reporter.

Of course not.

Pete Maitland's just the prince who raised
you as one of his own children.

I need you to turn around and exit this
building.

And if you won't, I'll have you escorted
out.

I'm not a reporter, if you say so.

Nonetheless, if you want to
see that old man, you'll have

to come back with his son
and have him vouch for you.

Come back with Terry Maitland?

You know, and here's the thing.

Even if I had fallen for
your story, I don't know

what you think you could
squeeze out of that poor man.

Ask the detectives.

They tried talking to him for weeks.

Talk to him about what?

Please make sure she leaves.

I'm going.

Hello?

Holly Gibney.

Ah, well, hello there, Holly.

I don't know who I'm supposed to report
to.

You, Alec, or Howard Salomon.

Um, you know what?

Any of this is fine.

I spoke to the woman at the center's
reception desk.

She wouldn't let me see Maitland's father
because she thought it was a reporter.

Apparently a bunch of reporters showed up
about mother gone detectives too.

I thought it was in regards
to Terry because that was

more or less the time that
the family was there last time.

But she didn't even know he was dead.

Well, you know, Cherokee City isn't
exactly the center of the universe, so...

That being said, whatever
did happen, the cops wanted

to speak to the old man
as part of the investigation.

You'll be looking into that?

Of course.

That's what I'm here for.

Um... Okay, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to tell you your job.

I know I could have waited to call until I
had more hard information.

No.

No, that's fine.

It's just...

Sometimes...

Every once in a while, I like to hear the
voice of someone who's on my side.

I'll call when I have something with a
little more meat on its bones.

Sure.

No.

You don't get to do this.

Now fuck you, I don't.

Whatever you need me to do.

Whatever you need me to do.

I mean, I'm not sure.

No, no, no...

I don't have any idea.

I don't have any idea.