All language subtitles for The.Last.Thing.He.Told.Me.S02E08

- Monsieur Campano.
- Yeah? What's it to you?

Daddy! Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Quinnie, he's gone.

Kristin.

No! …away from me?

And you're taking her with you! No!

Come here, sweetie.

Bailey, let's get out of here.

We have to go. Let's go. Let's go.

Get them the hell out of here. Just go!

Go.

Where the hell are the police?

Jesus Christ! Would you get the police?

And somebody get a fucking ambulance!

Jesus Christ. Anybody.

- Take him upstairs.
- Oh, no. I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not going nowhere
till the police get here.

You're gonna do exactly
what I fucking tell you to do!

Oh, you're gonna fucking start with me?

Stop it, Nicky. He's right.

You're not safe here. Either of you.

I'm gonna wait for the police.
I'm gonna stay with Dad.

Go.

Now! Go!

- What about Grandpa?
- He wanted you out of there.

- No, but...
- Nicholas can take care of himself.

Let's get inside.

Come on.

I still can't believe
you're even breathing.

Yeah? You must be disappointed.

- Fuck's that supposed to mean?
- I think you know what the fuck it means.

- If you're implying...
- Look, don't bother.

You were a terrible liar as a kid.
You're a terrible liar now.

My father just died.
So how about showing a little respect?

- Oh, respect?
- Yeah.

This is all your fault.

If it wasn't for this overambitious,
under-baked syndicate bullshit…

You don't know what you're talking about.

I had it all under control,

and then your goddamn son-in-law comes in

and everything goes off the rails.

Just like it did 18 years ago.

And who's the one
that brought him into this mess?

Right. That was you.

So if you're looking for someone to blame…

I blame myself for a lot of things.

But this is you and your stupid,
half-wit scheme...

Hey! That's enough!

- This asshole's saying I killed Dad!
- No, they were coming for you.

Stop it!

This helps nothing.

A couple of gorillas beating your chests,
which is of utterly no use to us now.

What'd they do with Frank?

They're taking him to a private morgue.

- All right. Well, I wanna go with him.
- That's not a good idea.

There's law enforcement
everywhere down there,

and I don't want you
to get dragged into it.

So we need to sit tight.
We have men on it.

All right.

We still have to handle Perec,
or he's gonna come back again.

Harder.

So the priority needs to be
closing the bank deal.

We can pay him back and offer
generous terms on the next shipment

because I will own the bank
I came here to buy in the first place.

Okay. Okay.

- So you-you're gonna…
- I need to go.

- We're signing the contracts at 1:00.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You okay?

No.

I'm not okay.

But I don't have time for not-okay
right now, and neither do you.

It's called compartmentalizing.
You should look into it.

What about him?

If he tries to leave, hold him.

They killed Frank?

She was trying to kill Teddy.

The syndicate. Perec must have ordered it.

I never thought I'd be upset
to see Frank Campano go.

I thought we had time.
I should have anticipated that...

These are erratic,
irrational, amoral people.

It's hard to anticipate anything.

Where's Nicholas?

He was with Teddy and Quinn.

He wanted us to go.

- Oh, shit.
- You think Teddy's keeping him there?

Not Teddy.

Quinn's running the show now.

No, I don't believe it.

I'm not sure
if she was lying to us the whole time

or if things changed because
of how badly Teddy screwed up, but...

- No, she's not like that.
- What are you doing?

I'm calling Grandpa.
If he picks up, we'll know he's all right.

No calls.

What am I, a hostage?

- Hello.
- Grandpa, are you okay?

I'm fine. I'm just talking with Teddy.

Oh, okay. But are you…

No... Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

- I'm trying to talk…
- Who is this?

Who the fuck am I talking to?

This is Bailey.

Is your father there?

Can he fucking hear me?

No. Uh…

Teddy, this is Hannah.

- Um, listen to me.
- Listen to you?

After what you
and your husband did to my family?

That was syndicate money you stole.

My fucking father would still be alive
if it weren't for you.

Teddy, I-I know you're angry.

I tried to talk to Quinn.

I would love to talk to you too
if you want...

Gee, Hannah, that's awfully sweet.

But, no,
I think we're just gonna sit tight.

And as for Grandpa here,
his future is in your hands.

I'll be in touch.

I'm gonna hang onto this,
if you don't mind.

Where are they staying?

You think I'm gonna tell you that?

Where are they staying?

You wanna kill me?

It's a little harder when you have to
pull the trigger yourself, isn't it?

I guess you got some sense.

Where do you think you're going?

- I need to use the bathroom.
- Sit down.

May I use the bath...

Sit the fuck down or,
so help me God, I will shoot you!

- They're gonna kill him.
- He's gonna be okay.

He's a bargaining chip.

What?

Teddy…

Teddy is erratic,
irrational, amoral people.

Maybe Quinn can talk him down?

Look, I know that
you think she lied to us...

And I know you want to trust her.

But when I talked to her,
she was cold, calculating.

We think she's at the heart of this.

Okay, so then she's someone
we need to deal with.

Bailey…

…the compassionate person
we met with in Los Angeles is gone.

She was threatening,

like-like she would protect
her family at any cost.

Wouldn't you do the same?

Not like that.

Madame Dubois.

You're early.

I'm sorry,

the hotel should have set refreshments.

Refreshments won't be necessary,
Ms. Favreau.

- Ah.
- Sit down, please.

I was expecting
the full Banque de Chalon team…

Yes. But under the circumstances,

I thought it more appropriate
to meet one-on-one.

The circumstances?

Let's be direct, shall we?

Miss Campano?

Yeah, I appreciate it.

I'll tell my sister.

Thanks.

You had a crush on her, didn't you?

My Kate.

That summer in Captiva.

You guys were 12, 13.

I think you spent every morning
out on the Opti.

You and Quinn, Kate.

I saw the way you looked at her.

Whatever.

Don't bullshit me.

Me and your dad, we both saw it.

You know, he'd chuckle.

I didn't like it.

But he said to me that Kate was
smart enough to make her own decisions.

This a story about how your daughter
was smart enough not to date me?

No, it's a story about
how your father was smart enough

to keep me from making an ass of myself.

Did you kill her?

What?

Did you kill my Katie?

Wait, is that…

is that why my father asked me?

You're the one stirring this up?

- Or was it your asshole son-in-law?
- No, let's leave him out of this.

Did you kill my daughter?

He's the one who put this in your head.
He's the root of all this shit.

He's the reason my father's dead.

Hell, he's the one who put you in jail.

He was right to put me in jail.

I broke the law.

I broke my oath.

What about your oath to my father?

Your father never asked for one.

Anything I did for him was my choice,
my decision.

A man takes responsibility for himself.

You want me to, what,
say this was my fault?

- That I should've taken the bullet?
- No, no.

Any bullet that came your way,

he would've stepped in front of
just like he did today.

Teddy, he loved you.

He loved you the way I loved my Kate.

Which is why I'm gonna ask you again,

did you kill my daughter?

Fuck you.

And, no, I didn't kill her.

I really need to take a piss.

Just tell me where the fuck they are.

You know I'm never gonna do that. Come on.

Check his pockets.

Hmm.

- All clear out there?
- Yeah.

What's that?

That's a nice picture.

She would've been my age.

You can see how much they love each other,
can't you?

Am I projecting?

No, I don't think so. No.

I mean, how did we get
from that to where we are now?

It's like, if you could go back

and stop Grandpa from asking Dad
to work for the Campanos,

or stop Kate from meeting with Ivan…

Yeah, sure. But put yourself
in their headspace.

Your dad, your grandfather, your mom.

You can understand their choices, right?

Last time I talked to Quinn,

she said that I could go looking
for answers all I want,

but at the end of the day,
it would just lead me to awful places.

And that I wouldn't be able
to change anything anyway.

That's pretty cynical.

Yeah, well,
maybe it's easier to think that way.

Maybe, but what does that say about Quinn?

You okay?

Yeah. Fine.

What?

We've come so far. I just wanna…

Hey, hey. Hey, hey.

- We'll figure something out.
- Yeah.

I promise we will.

Any word from Nicholas?

No. Nothing.

Any ideas?

What?

It's not my place.

- What's in the bag?
- Seth.

If there's something in the bag
that could help us help Nicholas…

I don't know what's in there,
but whatever it is,

he made it pretty clear
I should guard it with my life.

- Do you mind if we look inside?
- I do.

If he told you to guard it with your life,

I'm guessing it's something
that could save his.

I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee.

- Can you get in there?
- I think I can pick it.

Didn't like the flowers?

I loved them.

I've got news.

So do I.

The deal's off. The bank pulled out.

What?

- Why?
- I don't know, Teddy.

I guess they didn't like the optics
of selling a 300-year-old bank

to the daughter of an infamous gangster

who was just gunned down
in the eighth arrondissement.

I'm never gonna escape this family.

Listen, Quinn. I'm sorry about the deal.
But I talked to dad's executor.

They're gonna give us
access to the family trust.

There's enough in there to pay Perec
his five million plus a little premium.

A "sorry-for-the-inconvenience,
no-hard-feelings."

Something to close the loop.

I'll go back to the old business,

and you can pretend
like none of this ever happened.

- Fuck them.
- Fuck who?

Perec.

The syndicate.

They killed our father,
so yes, hard feelings and fuck them.

Quinn, I know you're upset about Dad,

so am I.

But you don't just walk away
from these people.

No, you don't just walk away
because you don't have a backbone.

That's why they're not afraid of you.

But me? I walk away, and I walk
right up to their biggest competitor.

- That's crazy. I wouldn't even know how...
- I spoke with Rochelle Barron.

She's pleased
we're expanding our business,

and she's offered her protection.

So, unless the syndicate wants a war,
they will let the money slide.

Cost of doing business.

But without the bank...

I own a successful company in Los Angeles.

I service some of
the most distractable people in the world.

They are the perfect vessels
for cleaning money.

So that's it then?

You're taking over?

You weren't built for this, Teddy.

What if I say no?

I'll have you killed.

Come on.

I would never.

But your face was really something.

Now stop fucking around,

go back to your room,
and help me find Owen.

How? Nicholas won't even tell me
where they're staying.

- Did you check his pockets?
- You think I'm stupid?

I don't know.
Have you been with him the whole time?

Of course I…

It's not here.

Personal notes, email records,
these don't look like case files.

No, it's a catalog of all the work
he did for the Campanos.

There's a record
of all their criminal activity.

So it's an insurance policy?

I mean, this could incriminate Frank,
Teddy, all of them.

Yes, but it incriminates Nicholas too.

Hey.

What's going on?

We can't use this.

- It's the best leverage we've got.
- He's 75 years old.

He goes to jail now, he'll never get out.

- He served his time already...
- You're right, but...

Nicholas would never have brought this
if he weren't prepared to use it.

- That has to be Grandpa's decision.
- It does.

It should be, but he's not here, so, uh…

You know him better than we do, Bailey.
What do you think he'd want?

Last night on the plane, he said that…

he needed to "make this right."

This could be his way
of taking responsibility.

Of giving us a chance
to be a family again.

Without him.

Without him, yes.

But you with your dad,
and me with him too.

Is that what you want?

It is.

It really is.

Okay.

We need to digitize as much of this
as we can, and quickly.

You guys must be hungry.
I'm gonna get us some food.

- Do either of you have a room key?
- I think, uh, Grandpa took mine.

Here.

What?

Nicholas has a room key.

- Hello?
- Ms. Fisher, this is Hannah Hall.

We spoke on the phone the other day
from Agent Anderson's office.

About Grady Bradford. Sure, I remember.

You're about to receive
an encrypted email from me.

Send me an email confirmation,

and I'll send a link
to a secure dark web server

with enough evidence to take down
the entire Campano organization.

How did you get this evidence?

I can't say anymore over the phone.

Check your email.

She seemed to take the bait.

- Yeah, she just opened the email.
- Good.

Over here.

- Are you the courier?
- Yes.

You have to deliver this
to Hotel Lumineux, right away.

You fuck this up,

there's no place you can run
that I won't find you.

I don't think he speaks English.

I think he understands.

How the fuck did you miss them?

I don't have to tell you
how fucking bad this is, do I?

I'm sorry, it looks like
they left the hotel in a hurry.

Well, fucking find them!

We're gonna have to
work on your people skills.

You got a better idea?

In my line of work,
we don't chase outcomes,

we consider the leverage we have.

I need to speak with him.

It seems Owen has slipped away again.

Yeah, he does that.

Any idea where he might be?

No, and I don't like
your chances of finding him.

Owen is smart.

He's good at staying one step ahead.

It's why he evaded your family
all these years.

My father once told me that he had
a chance to make a deal with a man.

Someone you represented
and had a falling out with.

It would have been a lucrative deal,
but he turned it down

because he knew
it would make you uncomfortable.

Friendship was important to your father.

Especially ours.

My father thought
that story was about friendship too.

I didn't. I thought it was about weakness.

My father was never able to get to Owen

because he was weak
in a way that I am not.

Quinnie, I have known you
since you were a little girl.

Are you threatening me?

Just because I never wanted
to be a part of this business

doesn't mean I'm not cut out for it.

A courier just sent this over.

Is it all there?

Half.

Yeah?

I've got Delia Fisher on line one.

Put her through.

Delia, what's up?

Yeah, um, I just spoke with Hannah Hall.

You remember her?

Yeah. What did she want?

She said she has evidence
against the Campanos.

A lot of it.

Do you now anything about that?

No.

What else did she say?

She just texted.

She's right by Notre Dame.

They're not gonna do anything crazy
with all those people around.

They shot Frank in a hotel lobby.

That was the syndicate.

Right, and the Campanos
wouldn't do anything like that?

What happened to Kate was a long time ago.

She was threatening their whole operation.

- That's not reassuring.
- Teddy went rogue.

And Quinn, I mean, I-I don't think that…

Why are you walking away from me?

- And you're taking her with you!
- Kristin.

Bails.

Bails, what is it?

I keep having this memory
of you and my mom fighting at a motel.

- We'd moved out, and...
- Yeah, I remember. I…

I'm sorry. I-I feel terrible.

Oh, no, that's not what I meant.

What's weird is that I remember Quinn
pulling me from the pool.

At the motel?

- She wasn't there.
- Are you sure? She said she was.

She said she didn't remember
pulling me from the pool,

but she said she was there.

It was the biggest fight
your mom and I ever had, and I…

I think I'd remember if Quinn was there.

What?

I just got a call
from our friend in the Marshal's Office.

You're not gonna believe
what these assholes are up to.

Notre Dame?

Bit of a cliché, no?

I was gonna hire a boat,
but they're all booked.

Let's walk.

I want to talk about Nicholas's release
and Owen's freedom.

The money's not gonna do it anymore,
if that's what's on offer.

Teddy seemed pretty upset.

Yes, and I have cleaned up that mess.

So, you're just gonna give up
a couple million dollars?

I didn't say that exactly,
but there's no deal to be made.

You see, we have a new policy now.

No loose ends.

Well, then I'm afraid
you're not gonna like my second offer.

Owen has gathered enough evidence
to incriminate all of you.

Is that right?

Let me guess. It's on a dark web server,

and all he has to do
is send one email, and bam!

There goes the family farm.

It's enough evidence to send you
and Teddy to jail for a long time.

Teddy, maybe. Not me.

I run a legitimate financial firm.

- Bullshit.
- Ask Nicholas.

There's nothing on that file
that could incriminate me.

My father made sure of it.

Unlike your husband,

he was very good at protecting
the people he loved.

But you'd just let Teddy go to jail?

I have my ways of protecting Teddy.

There's one way out, Hannah.

Bring us Owen by the end of the day
or none of you are safe,

starting with Nicholas.

Why are you so obsessed
with punishing my husband?

Do you really have to ask me
that question?

My father is dead.

And don't say it's Teddy's fault.

It's Owen. He started all of this.

You got it wrong.
Your brother killed Kate.

That's what started all of this.

No, he didn't.

Owen is responsible for everything.

And I will never let this go.

- What are you saying?
- I'm saying she knew.

She knew about the evidence?

Owen, she knew about everything.

She knew about the server too.

Grady was right. There's a mole.

I thought he was worried about
a mole in the Marshal's Service?

Marshal's Service, US Attorney's Office,
they're all connected.

- We need to go.
- Dad.

We need to go.
You saw what happened to Grady.

Wh… Hold on.
Was there anything else she said?

Quinn? No.
She blames everything on your dad.

Even your mom's death.

She says if you'd just listened
and stopped working with Nicholas,

Kate never would've gone to Ivan.

She's not wrong about that.

- How did she know?
- Hmm?

Well, she said she didn't know what
my mom and dad were talking about.

I didn't tell her. Did you?

No, I-I didn't tell her.

Bailey?

Kristin.

Bailey?

- Hey, Bailey?
- I need to talk to Quinn again.

- Bailey.
- Something's not right.

It's-It's not adding up.
She knows more than she's told us.

I'm sure that she does,
but what does she...

She loved my mother.
I can appeal to her conscience.

- I don't think she has any.
- I don't believe that.

I-I've spent time with her. She likes me.

- It's just not safe.
- Safe?

I thought we were past this.

Quinn lied to us.

She's clearly involved
in the family business,

and now she's in charge.

She thinks your dad is responsible
for Frank's death,

and apparently your mom's too.

That's exactly my point.
Can't you see how fucked up that is?

- Of course. But that doesn't...
- There's something here.

Something that has to do
with my mother, and how she died.

It's-It's at the heart of all of this,
and I think if I can just talk to Quinn…

You tried. You did.

- You talked to Quinn...
- I need to talk to her again.

Please. Listen to me.

I blew up our lives
so I could keep you out of this.

- To protect you.
- Dad, you…

I love you.

But you can't protect me from all of this.

Haven't we learned that the hard way?

We can't run from these people.

I-I won't run from them.

Not anymore.

You were prepared to betray my family?

- Excuse me?
- The files.

Hannah just tried to use them
to cut a deal.

No, they were last resort.

- I never wanted...
- Oh, stop it!

You sound just like the lawyer
I always knew you were!

Oh, Quinn, Quinn. Please.

You can end this.

I will sacrifice anything…

for Bailey, and Hannah, and Owen's safety.

Owen too? Really?

I bear some responsibility for what he...
A lot of it.

Well, I don't have
the luxury of forgiveness.

- Not anymore.
- And It breaks my heart to see it.

Your father never wanted this for you.

You know that.

I know I was the only one he trusted.

That's why he brought me in
before he died.

Yes, and that is
how it happened for me too.

No one could resist your father
when he turned on the charm,

but look where it got him.

Where it got us.

You've inherited an empire of shit.

But it's not too late. Not for you.

You can end this
the way your dad was going to.

It's what Frank would have wanted.

Frank is gone.

We're here to see Quinn.

The hell do you want?

We're here to talk to Quinn.

Yeah. The thing is, the time
for talking is over now, so you...

It's okay, Teddy.

Come in.

Another feeble attempt at a deal?

No.

This wasn't my idea.

I wanna talk about the motel.

That day my parents were fighting.

I've already told you everything I can.

Everything?

I don't like your tone.

Let her finish.

- You're not threatening me, are you?
- No, I'm asking you to let her finish.

My father doesn't remember
you being there.

Well, he wasn't exactly clearheaded.

Maybe.

But I keep having these two memories.

You pulling me out of the water...

Which I already told you I don't remember.

And another.

On a swing in the park.

At first, I-I thought they had
nothing to do with each other,

until I realized I was conflating them.

You didn't pull me out of the pool.

You pulled me off the ground
and put me on a swing in the park.

The park across the street
from where my mother was killed.

You went to that park all the time.

Sure. But the sirens…

That was the day
my mother was killed, wasn't it?

You were there, weren't you?
Why wouldn't you have told me that?

Why would I drag you
through the horror of that day again?

Because she was asking you to.

Why would you hide that?

How many times are you going to ask me
whether my family killed your mother?

- Until you tell her the truth.
- The truth is that we had nothing to...

No, no. Stop lying to me, please!

You said you loved my mother.

Please just tell me what happened.

You must have known something.

You must have gone to the park
because you knew something,

and-and you wanted to protect her.

- You knew what Teddy was planning, and...
- Teddy had nothing to do with it.

- I don't believe you.
- Bailey, he didn't.

- Why are you covering for him?
- I am not covering for him!

- You are. Can't you just...
- Bailey! Bailey.

I believe her.

I believe Quinn.

Finally.

She's not covering for Teddy.

She's covering for herself.

That's ludicrous.

You told Bailey looking for answers
would lead to awful places.

You were just trying to get her
to stop asking questions.

That's the most truthful thing you said.

- No.
- Tell her.

- She deserves to hear it.
- No. No.

- I didn't. I...
- You did. Yes, you did.

Tell Bailey you had her mother killed.

- That is not what happened!
- You are responsible

for her mother's death.

And then when Bailey
started asking questions,

you lied to protect yourself.
You lied to protect your father's...

I had to protect my family!

My father,

he never would have
touched Nicholas's daughter,

and my brother,
he would have made a mess of it.

It had to be me!

She confided in you.

Kate told you she was talking to Ivan.

They would have taken down
my whole family!

I needed to stop it.

I never meant to kill her.

But you sent the car.

To scare her!

I just wanted to stop her
from talking to Ivan.

I knew she was gonna be
at the park that day.

That's why I was there.
To make sure that… that it was safe.

To make sure that she would be okay.

The driver was just supposed to scare her.

He worked for my father,
and he'd done things like this before.

He wasn't supposed to even get close,
but then Kristin, she…

You…

you ran.

You slipped out of Kate's hand,

and the car swerved
to avoid hitting you, and…

Hit my mother.

I took you to the park.

I put you on the swing.

And I stayed with you
until I saw Nicholas was coming.

Quinn, end this now.

Let Owen come home.

No.

No, she'll never forgive me.

How could you let that go?

I took away your mother.

You're wrong.

I have a mother.

I have a family that I love,

so I can forgive you.

I can let this all go.

You told me when you first met me

that I didn't have
to be defined by my family.

You don't either.

Bails!

- We good?
- She was amazing.

We're just gonna let them go?

Just drive.

We should take a trip.

You know, I learned to sail
while you were gone.

All those months I asked you
to come out on the Sunfish.

I thought it'd be a good thing to know.

Of course you can't get far
in a Sunfish, but a 40-foot cruiser…

You learned to sail a 40-foot cruiser?

I had five years.

What?

I know they let us go.

And whether Quinn admits it or not,

we have leverage over them
we didn't have before.

But…

I've been looking over my shoulder
for almost 20 years.

It's hard to imagine not worrying,

not feeling like
we're gonna turn a corner and...

- We're okay.
- Are we?

They chased me for so long. I…

Does anyone really let anything go?

Hmm.

I don't know. But we're okay today.

Maybe that's all we can ask for.

Ask me again.

Ask you what?

If I'd do it all again,
if I knew then everything I know now.

I dare you.

Would you?

- Bananas. I knew it. I win.
- No, no, no.

- That's not a word.
- Yes. "Garth" is a word.

- It means an enclosed yard.
- It's not a word.

- No.
- Look it up, buddy. I won.

- A little too late. Bananas.
- No!

- What?
- No, we're discussing…

- We're discussing my banana.
- He's always playing by his own rules.

What?
It's five o'clock anyway.

And I'm making Manhattans.

Oh, perfect. I actually brought over
some new ryes I need to test.

- Would you help… mind, uh…
- Uh, no. Well, okay.

- That sounds like a terrible idea.
- I'll twist your arm.

And if I start
singing Danny Boy, cut me off.

Can you believe
we're finally all together?

God, how about that?

So, are you gonna open that?

- I don't know.
- Come on.

Mmm.

Wow.

Yeah?

It's me.

We have a few loose ends
we need to tie up.