All language subtitles for Jake and the Fatman - 5x06 - Two Different Worlds

Southern apple
tuna salad?

Thank you R.J.
I'll be right back.

I want you to
hold my check.

Okay, Sunny.

All right.

Miss Ellie?

You stay put.

We got us some business
to take care of.

Speaking Japanese

Put your hands
up in the air, now!

Raise them
up there, now!

Keep them up there!

You're looking to die!

Is that what
you want to do?

Speaking Japanese

What did you
say to him?

I was just telling
him what you said.

My brother doesn't
speak English.

You tell him I want to see two sets
of hands in the air at all times!

Speaking Japanese

Hurry up.
Come on.

Don't shoot. Please!

Hurry up.

Come on.

Here is the money.

Hello, this is Taylor.

I can't come to the
phone right now.

At the beep, please
leave a message.

Thank you.

Sister dear, if I'm
found murdered,

it's because I just witnessed
two men being blown away

by someone your boss
freed back to the streets.

Hey, Sunny.

Well, howdy,
darling.

I just watched you blow
those two people away.

Don't worry.

It'll be our secret.

Because I'm gonna pay you
to waste someone else.

My twin sister.

Mr. McCabe.

Excuse me, sir.
Miss Peters is here.

Send her in.

She's one of
the paralegals

that works the storefront
with Larry Trainor.

She called, ask if
she could see me.

Oh, Jake Styles, Derek
Mitchell, Taylor Peters.

Why don't
you sit down?

How are you,
Mr. McCabe?

Fine, thank you.

Um, something
happened

that I thought I should
bring to your attention.

Late last night, my sister,
my twin sister Megan,

left a message on my
answering machine.

Sister, dear, if I'm
found murdered,

it's because I just witnessed
two men being blown away

by someone your boss
freed back to the streets.

Um, have you talked to
your sister about it?

She said it
was all a joke.

Megan has a macabre
sense of humor.

Uh, uh.

Anyway, I didn't think
anything of it

until I heard a news report about a
robbery that took place last night.

Two men were murdered with
a high-powered shotgun.

Uh, Remington 1187.

I checked with
a friend at PD.

An 1187 is
certainly no joke.

Nor is Sunny
Appleton.

Who's that?

Late yesterday afternoon,
Larry, my boss,

represented a Sunny
Appleton in court.

His pickup had been
stopped and searched,

and the police found a fully loaded,
uncased rifle and an 1187 shotgun.

Larry got Appleton off on a plea
citing illegal search and seizure.

The thing is, Megan was in
the courtroom at the time.

Maybe I should have a
talk with your sister.

Would you?
I'd appreciate that.

Do you have
her number?

Yeah, I'll just leave you her
phone number and her address.

But I'd give
it an hour.

An hour?

Megan's an artiste.

She rarely gets up
before the crack of noon.

I see.

Miss Peters?

Miss Peters?

Anybody home?

Miss Peters!

Hi.

I, uh... The door
was open.

I was calling
your name.

I guess you
didn't hear me.

My name's
Jake Styles.

I'm with the district
attorney's office.

What took
you so long?

I expected someone
banging down my door

in the wee small
hours of the morning.

Don't you like the wee small
hours of the morning, Mr. Styles?

Uh, yeah.

There are
times, yeah.

I'd like to ask you a few
questions, if you don't mind.

Not unless you call me Megan
and I can call you Jake.

OK. You've
got a deal.

Why don't you tell me about the
phone call you made to your sister?

Do you know anything about the
left brain, right brain theory?

A little.

Yeah.

Why?

Taylor has too
much left brain.

Upright, sensible, all
those other good things.

And with me, aura is curvy,
flexible, a lot more playful.

What about
the phone call?

I heard a news
report and thought,

let's give sister dear
a sleepless night.

It was a joke, Jake.

Hmm.

Guess I didn't get it.

What time was
that, uh, about?

Time?

Give a time frame, what
time you made the call.

I don't know
what time it was.

I was driving around
listening to my car radio.

See, Jake, I don't live
my life by the clock.

If you want time
frames, talk to Taylor.

Did you see
a shooting?

Then why did you call your sister
and give her a sleepless night?

Why did you
do that?

Because she's the
original bleeding heart.

Because I don't exactly
appreciate the fact

that she and her boss set fruitcakes
back out onto the street every day.

Walk me
to my car?

Unless you want to
take your clothes off.

Excuse me?

I would love
to sculpt you.

Yep?

I've invited Sister Deer
to my house for lunch.

Do it.

Sunny Appleton's rap
sheet is three pages long.

But all his crimes
have been committed

right around
the Dallas area.

And what the hell
is he doing here?

I don't know.
I'll try to find out.

Also, uh, car
phone 555-4050

placed a call to Taylor Peters'
home at 10:26 last night.

That's Megan Peters'
car phone number.

Look, there were two double homicides
at convenience stores last night.

One at 8 PM straight up and
the other one at 10:18 PM

Megan could have heard about the
killings on the 8 o'clock news.

What does the one that P.D.
rolled on at 10:18?

It's no lock.

Something
to chew on.

I'll get on it.

Tell me something, Larry.

How did you, uh...

How did you come to represent
a guy like Sunny Appleton?

He just walked into my
office, gave me this shy smile,

said I had to take his case pro
bono because he's a minority.

The only calf roper
in East LA.

Do you have an
address on him?

He gave Taylor a couple of phone
numbers where he could be reached,

but I don't know
where they are.

You'll have
to ask her.

Is she here?

She said she was going
to go home for a minute

and then out to meet her
sister out at her house.

We'll have to catch
up to her there.

Uh, Derek, one
other thing.

When we were
leaving court,

I asked Appleton what was he
going to be doing here in LA.

He said he came to
town to be a hitman.

I thought he
was joking.

Taylor?

Megan?

Taylor?

Look, Mr. Styles,
I am sorry.

I didn't know it
was you in the car.

I was standing there, and
someone takes a shot at me.

Someone tries
to kill me.

A man in dark glasses comes
careening down the driveway.

I panicked.

What was I
supposed to do?

I understand. I understand.
It's OK. I understand.

OK?

I got in my car,
and I left.

I'm sorry.

I lost complete
control of myself.

I'm screaming at you
like a mad woman.

It's all right.
It's all right, OK?

Excuse me.

Take a
deep breath.

I am not
like this.

I have never been
like this before.

You're not like this because no
one's ever tried to kill you before.

That's why.

You seem to be hanging in there
pretty well, considering.

Hum, You said your sister
wanted to see you today.

Is it normal behavior
for her not to show up?

There's no such thing as normal
behavior with my sister.

What do you
mean by that?

I don't know.

Well, does she lie? Does she cheat?
Does she steal? Is she strange?

My sister
is a slut.

Is that what
you want to know?

She has strange
friends, men and women.

She's attracted to anyone on
the dark side of the street.

It seems the lower they are morally,
the more she's attracted to them.

She rarely spends
a night by herself.

Did she spend
last night alone?

Did she say anything
about that to you?

No.

Were you wearing your hair like
that when you saw your sister today?

Like this?

Yeah.

Yes, why?

With the braid you
had in the back,

wearing a sun hat maybe the shooter,
thought that you were her, see?

You mean
Appleton?

Yeah.

That's what
I was thinking.

You, uh, you have phone
numbers on him, don't you?

I do. I've never been
able to reach him.

I've tried.

Great.

Why don't you give me the
numbers and let me try, OK?

That's a high
rent district.

How can she keep an apartment
there working as a paralegal?

She told Jake her parents
were very wealthy.

Anybody heard
from Megan?

No.

The SIU finished
their report.

The slug they dug out of her house
was from a 7 millimeter DBL rifle.

What kind of
gun is that?

It's a high-powered rifle
used to shoot wild game,

the same kind Appleton had on
him when the police stopped him.

What about the phone
numbers on Appleton?

I ran an address
cross-check.

One is for a cellular,
no permanent address.

The other's
a surprise.

Sir Anthony's
Social Club.

Jake's going
to check.

How you doing?

We're closed.

Tell Tony that Jake
wants to see him, okay?

You got an
appointment?

With Mr. LaMarta, he don't see
nobody without an appointment.

Tell him they're playing
Speak Softly, Love,

and Jake wants the
next dance, okay?

He'll see me.

You don't listen
very well, do you, pal?

You see, this is a private club,
so why don't you just take a hike?

Hold it!

Hold it!

Hold it!

Jake, show him the
membership card.

For me, Jake.

Show him the
membership card, uh?

How you doing?

How have you
been, Jake?

Good.

Every time you
come calling,

I don't know whether I'm going
to have to buy a new front door

or increase my health's
medical insurance.

Kid needs
a spanking.

Hey, only the old timers know
the meaning of respect.

Now, what brings you
here in this mood?

Tony, you're a
lot of things.

One thing you
aren't is stupid.

So how come a calf roper
whose signature is a shotgun

has got your
private number?

Sal.

Come closer, Sal.

Now tell Jake
what you did.

I don't know what you're
talking about, Mr. LaMarta.

The cowboy,
Appleton.

I send this mouse on an
errand to Dallas for me.

Nothing important.

But they bring him
in for questioning.

In his cell is
this cowpoke.

This mouse tells him there's
people need killing in LA.

Two weeks later, he shows up
on my door looking for work.

Let him do
me a favor.

Easy, Sunny, easy.

Mister, you
know my name.

You ain't a friend,
you got a gun.

That makes you the
worst kind of enemy.

Take it easy.

I'm a cop.

Well, partner, why
didn't you say so?

I want no trouble
with the law.

Had enough of
that back home.

Yeah, well, this
ain't back home.

Assault weapons are illegal
in California, you know that?

Look at
this, mister.

See?

No selector switch,
and no dual capacity.

This AK-47 is a
sport model.

I'm a sporting man.

It's still
against the law.

It's illegal to fire a
firearm within city limits.

I don't know about
laws and regulations.

Yeah.

I'm just a hunter
practicing.

Yeah.

I tell you what, you let me check out
the rest of your hunting gear,

and if it passes my inspection,
we'll forget about the shooting.

Sure.

Let's go inside.

This lady here, she's
my pride and joy.

Powerful weapon.

Yeah.

Whatever you hit ends
up in hell's half acre.

Is it clean?

Of course
it's clean.

What do you think?

I noticed your shotgun and your
BDL are missing from your rack.

I checked
you out.

I sold them
hunting weapons.

Giving up, hunting?

There ain't
no game left.

All choked out by
highways and skyscrapers.

Everywhere you go,
it's getting crowded.

Make room.

Some things
should live.

Some things
should die.

Some things
are a waste.

Like this
little critter.

Got a lame paw.

Ain't never gonna
be good for nothing.

Except sucking on Miss Ellie and,
uh, cost some money to be fed.

Sunny?

I've got the perfect gift
for your girlfriend.

She's gonna love it.

- Look at that.
- A puppy?

Guy.

How could she not
love this dog?

Come on.

He's even
got your eyes.

Every time she looks at him,
she'll be reminded of you.

Cute, huh?

He's kind of cute.

She'll love it.

I'm telling you,
she'll love it.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I want you to
do me a favor.

Yeah.

Have your computer check on
the Peters' estate in Milwaukee.

Let me know who the
beneficiaries are.

And also, in the case
of Taylor's death,

I want to know if Megan has
a right to survivorship.

Can you do
that for me?

Yeah.

What are you
getting at, Jake?

I was over at Appleton's
house this afternoon.

Found these.

He had a bunch of
these lying around.

It's a matchbook
from the Rose Bayou.

Hmm.

Isn't that a charming
little supper club?

It's the hottest
club in town.

It's also about three blocks
from the convenience store

where the robbery
murders took place.

And why didn't you bring
him in for questioning?

He already stashed
the weapons.

He'd be out in
a fast minute.

Smart.

I think Taylor was
the intended target.

And I'm wondering if
Megan didn't order the hit.

Killed her sister for
the inheritance, huh?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I could be crazy.

I'll authorize a 24-hour
surveillance on Appleton.

If you're not crazy,
he'll try again.

This is Taylor
speaking.

I'm not home right now, but you
can reach me at my sister's house.

The number there is 555-4411, or
leave a message after the beep.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hi, Megan.

Jake Styles.

Listen, I'd like to talk with
your sister if she's still there.

Bad choice.

I'm a lot more fun.

Megan,
is she there?

It's Jake Styles.

For you.

Hello, Jake?

Taylor?

Hi, Jake Styles.

Listen, don't say
anything to your sister,

but you and I need to
talk right away, OK?

Two hours.

The Rose Bayou.

See you there.

Hey, mister.

You Jake Styles?

Yes.

I got a message
for you.

Taylor couldn't
make it.

You sure?

Yeah.

But that sister of
hers is still here.

Look soft, I got a fresh
one for you, dear.

Not now.

That lady needs to
be taught a lesson.

No, I don't like it
here anymore.

Okay, come here.

I'm gonna take
you over this way.

Okay.

Just what you
thinking, man?

Party's over,
all right?

Move.

Always hearing him in the
night coming into my room.

Always felt its footsteps
before I heard them.

OK, OK, OK.

Hang on,
baby, hang on.

Yeah.

Jake, I'm sorry if I woke you,
but I thought you should know.

We've been sitting on
Appleton's place all night.

He hasn't shown up.

Damn it.

All right.

Put out an APB
right away.

OK.

Find him fast, and I'll
warn Taylor Peters, OK?

Do it now.

Taylor!

Could have had Jake
Styles last night.

I know it was you
he really wanted.

You fool everyone,
don't you?

Goodness just oozes
out of you, doesn't it?

Miss Peters?

Miss Peters!

Hey, Jake.

Don't you think
I'm beautiful, Jake?

Wouldn't you
like to touch me?

Megan, you're
very beautiful.

I want to talk
to Taylor.

She's not here.

You know she's here.

Call her out.

I want to
talk to her.

Taylor's got
a headache.

She's got
a headache.

She's not here.

Taylor's got
a headache.

Taylor's got
a headache.

She always gets a headache
when I want her to come out.

Can you come out
whenever you want?

No, but it's
getting easier.

She's getting weaker
and I'm getting stronger.

Megan, I really need
to talk to Taylor.

It's real important.

You said it's
getting easier.

Can you do it?

Can you do
it for me?

You want to talk
to that bore, fine.

But I'm coming back.

I'm coming back.

Jake, I'm so sorry.

She's taking over.

She's taking
over my life.

I...

She never used to come
out in the daytime.

What did she
do to you?

What sick thing did
she try to make you do?

You don't know?

You don't know anything
about last night?

She leads me in
strange places.

I don't remember
how I got there.

I don't remember
what I was doing.

I wake up with the smell
of stale sweat on my body.

Jake, I'm so scared.

I'm so scared.

Listen, listen.

I want to help you.

You can trust me.

I want to help you.

I want to help
you, honey.

No!

God, I hate
a crybaby.

I told you,
didn't I?

She's a bore.

All she does is bitch
and moan and complain.

Why would you try to
have Taylor killed?

You'd be killing
yourself.

It was because of
her father, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

You want to
know why?

Yeah.

Why?

Every morning, she'd wake
up, and she'd go to school,

and she'd do all those
wonderful little girl things.

And she denied
I existed.

I was the one who felt his
footsteps before I heard them.

I was the one who felt
him before he touched me.

I was the one he touched
and he sweated on

night after night
after night after night.

And she denied
I existed.

She wouldn't allow herself to
know what was happening to us.

In the night.

She never knew.

Call Taylor back.

She never knew.

Call Taylor back!

- She never knew
- Call Taylor back.

Call Taylor back!

Do it.

Call her back.

Come on.

Taylor.

Jake.

I knew.

I knew.

Tell Megan I knew.

I will.

I will.

It's OK baby.