All language subtitles for Too.Old.to.Die.Young.S01E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10 2_English

I want you to understand...

that this is not going
to make you whole again.

There is no direct path

towards reversing
the depths of your wounds.

Consider this...

A door opening.

(inhales)

(exhales)

And once it's done,

you will feel doubt.

You will feel regret.

You will feel guilt.

You will feel the need
to confess.

But this is normal...

and it's all part
of the process that you're on

towards your own radical
self-healing.

What that man did...

is unforgivable.

But it's your choice now.

Will you allow him to define
the rest of your life?

Or will you define it?

(door opens)

(door closes)

I've been told the hardest
part of this journey...

is not just feeling doubt.

Guilt.

But rather feeling trapped
by these emotions.

And when you get there,

then you feel that weight,

I want you to go back
to the mantra

that I taught you.

Time is a river.

It flows both ways.

Embrace its flow.

And change your life.

(exhales)

This isn't about money.

But something of value
does need to be...

exchanged.

You can consider it
an offering.

(exhales)

These were my mother's.

I'm so sorry for everything
you've been through.

(indistinct chatter on radio)

MAN (on radio):
It's now coming true.

The only thing
I was wrong about is the date.

I thought we had more time.

But on that point,
I was wrong.

Time is right now.

I said there'd be people
rounded up in camps again
in America.

One of the Japanese
internment camps--
You remember them?

I said that our human rights
would be restricted.

(alarm dings)

(engine sputtering)

(alarm dinging)

(dinging continues)

(dog barking)

-(barking continues)
-(vehicle passing)

(men chattering in distance)

Shit.

(exhales)

(police siren in distance)

(glove compartment opens)

(objects rustling)

(compartment closes)

(exhales)

(lighter clicks)

(engine cranking)

(door closes)

(latch clicks)

(man shouting in distance)

(shouting continues)

(gunfire)

(dog barking)

(police siren approaching)

(helicopter passing overhead)

You're early.

What happened?

I had some complications.

♪♪ (theme)

(camera shutter clicks)

(shutter clicking)

MAN: Tow truck driver
found the body when we were
clearing the scene last night.

Does that have anything
to do with this?

Nah, that's just a LAPD thing.

Outside of the fence
is their jurisdiction.

(camera shutter clicking)

What's his story?

Zack Thomas,
sex offender,

early release
from Lompoc.

-(camera shutter clicks)
-Hmm.

-So it's a victimless crime.
-(chuckles)

How'd the car end up
out here?

Ran out of gas.

Reported stolen
from the parking lot

at 19:40 last night.

Owner seemed happy
to hear we found it.

He sound believable?

Yeah. Had no idea there
was a body in the trunk.

Just wanted to know
where to pick it up.

You got an address
for that parking lot?

Yeah, Here.

I can't read that.
What's it say?

Shit. Uh, that's definitely
a three. Uh--

I tell you what.
I'll just forward you
the report. How 'bout that?

Yeah, that's fine.

All right, I'm good here.

If you get a hit on anything,
give me a call.

Will do.

(camera shutter clicking)

MARTIN: You didn't notice
any of this last night?

MAN: No, I didn't even
know it was stolen until
the owner came back.

All right. Let me see
your credit card receipts
from last night.

Sorry.
We're cash-only, man.

You have no record
of who comes in here?

Dude, we're just
a parking lot.

Un, deux, trois,
quatre, cinq.

You like that?
That's French.

WOMAN (on phone):
Mm-hmm.

-Yeah.
-Oh, oui, oui.

There's a couple
of stinky French girls.

WOMAN (on phone):
Oui. (giggles)

Nothing I like more
than Europeans.

(woman laughing)

You are just friendly.

Terrence!
Good work last night, bud.

It was all you, L.T.

Boom!

Krissy! Krissy!

(imitates shocking)

Red, no more prank calls.
I'm watching you, buddy.

Aye, aye, Lieutenant.

-New guy!
-Yes, sir.

Hey, new guy.

So what's the catch
of the day?

Body in the trunk
of a stolen car.

Dang. Who?

Zack Thomas,
child molester.

Who's that?

This is Thomas's victim.

He was the kid's
physical therapist.

What happened?

He raped him...

like a thousand times

Bummer.
You working this solo?

-Yeah.
-Okay, give me the rundown.

All right.
Not a lot to tell.

The car was stolen
out of a parking lot
by this guy.

Looks like he ran out of gas
and left the body in the trunk.

You ever had
a case like this?

No, sir.

Okay, let me show you
how this goes.

Red, you got any scratch paper?

Yeah.
(clears throat)

There you go,
Lieutenant.

You gotta
cut that out, Red.

Not on company time, bud.

That's what she said.
Oh, shit.

You okay there, bud?

Okay, first...

you wanna talk
to the parents of the victims

before the news gets out,
see how they react.

Second, check
their financials.

Look for any recent activity
over a couple grand.

Now, listen, there's gonna
be a lot of people

who wanted
this Zack Thomas guy dead,

lots of suspects.

Look.

I'm gonna let you in
on a little something,

but it stays
in the vault, okay?

Yeah. All right.

(inhales)

What do I have here, Martin?

A single dice?

To you it is,
but to me?

It's a philosophy.

I had the highest clearance
rate in the squad
because of this.

You can follow evidence
and build theories all day long,

and then your perp turns out
to be some random stranger.

We force order onto life,
so we believe our
choices matter.

But it's really
all random, isn't it?

So you have to embrace that.

If I didn't know
which way to go

or which evidence
meant what,

I rolled the dice.

(die clatters)

Just give each choice
a number and roll.

Let then universe decide,
like Jung's collective
unconscious.

I-- I don't know who that is.

-Carl Jung?
-No.

Longer conversation
for another day.

Beer, steak.

You wearing polyester?

It breathes.

Anyway.

Give it a shot.

Okay?

Yeah. Thank you.

Good man.

(phone rings)

Jones.

WOMAN: Hey, it's Powers
from the crime lab.

Yeah, you got a hit?

Yeah, print off the car key

matched someone
in the database.

I'm sending it over
right now.

Viggo Larsen,
former FBI agent.

Took a medical leave
10 years ago.

What is this guy doing
at the scene?

Who knows?

But good luck.

Thanks.

Do you disappear now?

I don't know yet.

Your mother's gonna be okay
no matter what happens.

If they come,
I won't get any warning.

They'll freeze all my assets.

She'll be lost.

So I'm gonna get you
the money you'd need for her

and the name of the home
you can place her in.

I've promised you that.

And for now,
we just go about our lives.

This guy next week,
I'm gonna use a gun,

make it look like a suicide.

No. Now is not the time
to be creative.

You stick to what
we agreed upon.

I should have just
shot out the window,

taken the key.

Why didn't you?

I got spooked.

These dialysis treatments,

I think they're messing
with my head.

Let us just imagine
that they do find a print.

What is the time frame
until they match it to you?

-Five minutes.
-Hmm.

(exhales)

I don't see the cops
wasting many man hours

on a dead child molester.

REBECCA: I take the kids
to school at 8:00.

My husband works
nine to five, so I'm home

most of the time.

MARTIN: Great.

-(paper shuffling)
-(Martin sighs)

Have you ever seen
this guy before?

Not that I know of.
Who is he?

He's just
a person of interest.

Why?

It's not important.

Do you have any objection
to us looking into your
bank accounts?

No. Look at
whatever you want.

Thank you.

MIKEY:
Mom, what's going on?

Nothing, honey.

Hey, buddy.

Who's this?

REBECCA:
He's from the police.

Zack Thomas was killed.

Good.

Hey, maybe you could give me
and your mom a few minutes?

You can talk
in front of Michael.

It's fine.

You ever seen this guy before?

No.

Who is he?

Nobody.

Are you sure that
neither you or your husband

had any contact with
Zack Thomas after he
was released?

Trust me, Detective,
I'd remember.

You know, I showed no interest
in Zack Thomas at all.

But people aren't who
you think they are.

Or maybe they are.

But there's
someone else, too.

Someone you don't
get to see.

(wind whistling)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(rifle cocks)

(horse nickers)

MAN:
Mother...

what color is this?

-WOMAN: I'm-- I'm sorry.
-That's okay. That's okay.

What, uh-- what color--
what color is it?

-It's blue.
-Blue. Mm-hmm.

-(sighs)
-And which of
these tiles is blue?

(sighs)

No.

Blue.

Mm-hmm.

(machinery whirring)

Can I have another?

WOMAN:
What'd you have?

I don't know. Vodka?

Where did you get it?

The other bartender.

Think his name was Mick.

Did he I.D. you?

No.

How old are you?

I'm 22.

(scoffs)

You can't be in here.

(glass thuds)

Too late.

You've gotta get
the fuck out.

Just pour the drink

or I'll report this place.

How old are you really?

Seventeen?

I'm 22.

Your cheeks haven't
even hollowed out yet.

Are you jealous?

(sniffs)
No.

When I was your age,
I could get whatever
I wanted for free.

I'm surprised
you can even remember
that far back.

Let me tell you something.

(sighs)

It never works out
the way you wanted.

Why are you here?

It's my mother's
memorial.

Come here.
I wanna show you something.

(footsteps approaching)

This is how old I really am.

Seventeen.

You guessed it.

And this?

This is why
it doesn't matter.

MAN: Losing her was
a devastation I will
never, ever overcome.

Sometimes at night,
I still hear the phone ring.

I hear Janey's voice.

I often wonder,
"What if she had seen the car?

What if the driver had--"

-Everything okay?
-Yeah.

MAN: It's what
we struggle with, right?

Margot was a brilliant talent,

an intense, fearless artist,
as you could see so clearly

displayed by
her remarkable work.

Wow. Well, in honor
and celebration of her life,

I decided to buy this space.

And I'm very pleased
to announce that this work,

this installation will remain
here for the rest of the year.

And then it will travel
to Europe,

and I'm sure it's gonna be
a smash there, too.

I am also an artist of sorts.

I am an innovator.

People have been telling me
that my entire life.

I take chances others won't.

I see opportunities
others don't.

And here I see
an opportunity

to make some
very serious cash.

So after Margot's show travels
across the pond to England,

we've decided that we will
utilize this space

to allow other young women
to develop and showcase

their incredible artistry.

Which is something
I know for sure

Margot would absolutely love.

So I'm very honored and proud

to present the inaugural

Margot and Theodore Carter
Fine Arts Mentorship Award

to my very dear
and my very sweet friend,

Rachel Chen.

Congratulations.

We adore you all.

Margot loves you.

And we love you, Margot.

(kisses)

Thank you.

Who's gonna be first?

Hmm?

Don't be shy.

(clears throat)

(clears throat)

I miss my mother.

(sniffles)

She would have really
appreciated the gesture here.

Um...

(sniffles)

I...

Shouldn't have left me.

(sniffling)

Can I stay
at your place tonight?

Yeah.

Of course.

I just have to do
something in the morning.

Anything interesting?

I gotta follow
a guy with one eye.

One eye?

Is he a pirate?

I don't know.

That wasn't
in his file.

(sniffles)

Is he dangerous?

Could be.

I'm not sure yet.

I just got a feeling
about him.

He was ex-FBI.

And then he
just disappeared.

Like a ghost?

Yeah.

So how'd you find him?

Because he's dying.

(door closes)

(engine starts)

(engine starts)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Hi.

Are you good?

Yes.

The sun is in Capricorn.

And the beings are well.

Thank you.

Your mom's going to be okay.

I'm glad.

Good.

Go ahead.

-Clear?
-Yes.

(car door slams)

(car engine starts
in distance)

MAN:
This is Detective 2-0-4.

I need to run a plate.

WOMAN: Car is registered
to a Diana Sofia DeYoung.

Miss DeYoung has listed
as her employer,

the Los Angeles County
District Attorney's Office.

MAN:
What does she do there?

WOMAN: Victim's advocate,
violent crime division.

WOMAN: You misunderstand
what we do here.

We're not lawyers.
We provide assistance

to victims.

Uh-huh.

Elder abuse,
domestic violence,

victims of sexual assault,

children who've--

Right. No, I understand.

I'm on a call.

I can wait.

We can talk tomorrow.

Thanks.

Bye.

How can I help you?

I'm Detective Jones.

Do you have
a few minutes to talk?

Sure.

Thank you.

What's the case number?

I don't have one.

(pen drops)

So how can I help you?

You counseled the family
from the Zack Thomas case.

-Correct?
-Multiple families.

Which family
are you talking about?

Gilkens.

Their son was 11 years old.

Crippled.

Thomas was
his physical therapist.

Michael, I know them well.

Did something happen?

Well, Zack Thomas's body
was found.

He was murdered.

Did you notify the family?

I did.

How did they take it?

They were relieved.

I can imagine.

Thank you for notifying me,
Detective.

Of course.

How do you know Viggo Larsen?

He's a client of mine.

From what case?

Not from this office.

From my other practice.

And what's that?

I do healing.

Different kinds
of energy work.

"Healing the Hunter."

Getting to the root
of violence.

Why's he seeing you?

You're well aware that
I can't answer that question,

not without written consent.

Sorry.

When's the last time
you saw him?

I'd have to check my records.
It's been a while.

That's interesting.

Because that's a photo of you
leaving his vehicle yesterday.

Hmm.

That's you, right?

Seems to be.

You know lying to an officer
is obstruction of justice.

I'm well aware of how
the justice system works,
Detective.

I believe that Viggo Larsen
is responsible for
the death of Zack Thomas.

Interesting.

Based on what?

Evidence.

But what is this really about?

What's he like?

Who?

Viggo.

I believe him to be
a man capable of greatness.

Like killing a child molester?

That depends on
how he sees it.

But you'll have
to ask him that.

-Thanks for your time.
-Of course.

(phone buzzes)

Hey.

DIANA: A Detective Jones
just came to my work.

Yeah.

He seems to know everything.

I'll keep you safe.

I love you.

(laughing)

Hey, Martin,
how you doing?

I'm good.
Damian here?

No, he is not.

Well, he told me
to come meet him.

Yeah, I know.

He said to meet him at
the little strip mall
by the house.

Hold on, man.

My daughter just got
her first phone.

She won't stop texting,
it's driving me crazy.

Tell her you're busy.

I'm not going to lie to her.

Take a picture of me...
to text.

Thanks.

All right.
Here's the key.

Alarm system?

It's taken care of.

This is a nice neighborhood.

What'd she do?

It's complicated.

Don't worry about it.

She'll be gone
in seven seconds.

Let me know how it goes.

(TV plays in distance)

(latch clicks)

(TV continues)

(click)

(Spanish guitar on TV)

(coughing in distance)

(screaming on TV)

(cricket chirping)

(gasps)

(panting)

(retching)

(vomits)

(gun clicking)

(vacuum whirring in distance)

Viggo.

I'm not here
to arrest you.

I want to talk to you.

There's a diner
around the corner.

I'm gonna sit there
and wait for you.

Please.

I know you killed
Zack Thomas.

He the only one?

I do what you do.

You ride horses too?

I killed a woman
the other night.

And after I was finished,

I walked around her house
and looked at her kids.

I didn't feel anything.

Not guilt.

Or remorse.

-I just felt--
-Empty.

Yeah.

Is that how you feel?

No.

Is it just pedophiles?

How old are you?

-Thirty.
-Thirty.

And already working
Homicide?

I'm just on loan-out
from the station.

Either way,
good for you.

Is Phil Duncan
still there?

I haven't
heard the name.

Ahh...
It was a long time ago.

So, do you like the job?

I've only been there
a few months.

You think you're
good at it?

Yeah.

I think I could be.

You gotta run?

No. I can sit here
a while.

You?

No.

I've got time.

(swallows)

♪♪ (ends)