All language subtitles for Carter 1x02 - The Astronaut & The Lion King

Officer Mailer. Leona.

Harley Carter. Vijay Gill.

Here to see Detective Sam Shaw.

She expecting you?

Well, she's usually
one step ahead of me,

so, yeah, she probably is.

You know what? We'll
just let ourselves in.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Uh, no. Excuse me, Mr. Carter.

No civilians allowed past this point.

I'm not sure if I'd call me a civilian.

I mean, I am a regular
guy. Blah, blah, blah.

But, uh... I did help you guys
crack a pretty big case recently.

We get assistance from many
people in the community.

Ooh. Okay, I'm sorry. "Get assistance?"

Uh, Mr. Carter here
cracked that case wide open.

And now, your mayor is asking
him to join the police force.

Easy, big guy, easy. I've
been asked to consult,

officially asked to consult.

I'm sure the whole station
is buzzing about it.

Okay, um, you know what?
Why don't you just ask Sam

if we can take her to lunch?

I'll see if I can track her down.

Thanks.

Can we talk about Bobby Sobelman?

Please don't tell me this is about

his son's bar mitzvah again.

Yeah, he'd really like you to be there.

I'm not flying all the way to LA

just to kiss the butt of
the head of the studio, okay?

Plus, his son is, like, super weird.

Every time I see him, he yells "candy!"

And then jams his hand in my
pocket, starts fishing around.

It's totally inappropriate.

Okay, look, you know this is
not about the bar mitzvah, right?

Bobby is worried

that you're going to spend your whole
hiatus up here and not come back.

He just wants to hear
from you, face to face,

that you are committed to Call Carter.

I'm committed, okay? We
don't have to seal the deal

by letting some 13-year-old
kid jam his hand down my pants.

Oh, uh, that's a... that's a euphemism,

like, Hollywood euphemism.

You're coming back,
right? After the hiatus?

Sure. Probably.

You have no idea how alarming

the word "probably" is to me right now.

I'm coming back.

Yeah, you didn't say "probably"
that time, but I heard it.

You're going to take the
mayor's offer, aren't you?

I have to talk to Sam first.

Okay, great. That is a great idea.

But how do I talk to Bobby Sobelman?

I don't know. Figure it out, okay?

That's why you're paid
the medium sized bucks.

- Wow.
- What are you doing here?

I was going to take you out to lunch

and Vijay is going to drive us.

Hey, Detective Shaw.

Hi, Vijay. Well, you should
have called. I have a thing.

A thing? What do you
have a date or something?

Not something. You have a date.

No, a good friend of
mine is getting an EMTy.

- An empty what?
- No, an EMTy.

An EMT, Emergency
Medical Technician Award.

It's actually a bit of a deal, an EMTy.

Yeah, that name is really
working against them.

All right.

Um, how about dinner?

We could talk about your
latest cases, swap theories.

I'd also love to talk to you
about this offer from the Mayor.

Hold it. You're not...

you're not thinking of taking
her up on that, are you?

Well, I want to talk
to you about it first.

Okay, yeah. Uh, we
definitely need to talk,

but I can't right now. I gotta go.

Okay? Call me.

Hey, how about I use
those medium-sized bucks

and buy you lunch?

Yeah. Let's get out of here.

Okay.

Okay, all right. Hey, come on, come on.

All right, hey, this
isn't the time, guys.

Thank you. Welcome to
Bishop. Welcome to Bishop.

Was not expecting that.

How does my hair look?

- Oh, perfect. Ten out of ten.
- Yeah? You sure?

Yep. You have a nice glisten.

Yeah. I feel a little
sweaty. Am I too sweaty?

Uh-uh. Just the right amount.

All right, we've gotta
check those pics...

Detective Carter?

Ooh. Okay, it's always
great to meet a fan,

but Mister... not detective...

I'm so sorry. I'm late for a thing

- with somebody. I'm sorry.
- Well why don't you write to us

and then we'll write to
you, like they used to do?

Wait, wait. Please, please,
look. I have something for you.

Sorry. Sorry.

Detective Carter, please.

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You'll lose in five if you do that.

And if I don't?

You'll lose in seven.

You are losing your touch, Dot.

Hey, do you guys remember when
you took me to Algonquin Park

to go camping and on day three,

you went all Old
Testament on deer flies?

Because on day two, you
boo-hooing about bug bites.

Is it weird that every time I
see a dead fly, I think of home?

Of course it's weird. You're a weirdo.

Great bonding time, guys.

Oh, I got it.

Wow.

Um, you really want that
autograph, don't you?

I need your help, Detective
Carter. It's my mom.

She's been murdered.

Okay, listen, um...

Brett, right,

you gotta go to the police.

I've seen every episode of
your show, Detective Carter.

Yes, that's... that's Charlie Carter,

that's a character I play
on TV. I am Harley Carter.

I can see how that's confusing.

But, listen, man, you
gotta go to the police.

No, no, no, no. No, I
can't go to the police.

They won't believe me.

You're the only one who can help me.

Please.

You say it's your mom?

Yeah.

All right, come on.

Thank you.

What is your full name?

Brett Johnson, Detective Carter.

- It's Harley, remember?
- Right.

I have something to show you.

Jeez!

I'd be real picky what
you pull out of that bag.

- No, no...
- I'll call the police.

No, it's only... it's only
for my protection, really.

Look, someone killed my
mom. I'm in danger, too.

All right, hold up, Koji.

What were you going to show us?

He was going to show
you a bullet in the face.

Dot, chill. Show me.

Okay.

It's, um...

It's my mom... Mary Johnson.

You look just like her.

Also, this...

was my mom's and she gave it
to me the day that she died.

It's beautiful.

Tell us what happened.

She was killed in a fire

at the Hancock Paint Factory.

And you were there.

Yeah, I knew she was in there.

And when I saw the flames,

I went after her, but it was too hot.

I tried, I really did,
but I was too late.

We're so sorry for your loss.

But what makes you
think this was murder?

Well, the police said that it was arson.

So, whoever set the fire, killed her.

Please, Detective Carter...

sorry, Harley.

Harley, please...

please.

All right. I can't make
any promises, but...

I will look into it.

Okay, yes, thank you.

You're doing what?

I'm just asking around. I
think this woman was murdered.

Died in a fire at the
Hancock paint factory.

Is this your idea of chit-chat?

"Hey, good afternoon, Dave.

Uh, little windy today.

Check it out... it's a
picture of a dead woman."

Her son gave it to me.

Harley, what are you doing?
'Cause you already have a job.

You sound like Vijay.

Vijay? Is that little
Muppet still around?

He is my Muppet sidekick.
You are the real deal.

Can I give you some advice?

Referring to your friends as sidekicks

isn't as charming as you think.

Does this mean you're
accepting the mayor's offer?

I haven't made my decision yet.

What do you think I should do?

No. I think no.

It'll tank your career. Absolutely not.

All right, well, it'll be my decision.

In the meantime, I want to help this kid

and I need you to ask around.

"On the street."

Yeah, sure, Harl.

Let me just see if Jimmy
the Weasel over there

has heard anything
from Old Man Blind Hobo.

I want to help this kid find
out what happened to his mom.

Harley, is this about what
happened to the kid's mother

or what happened to yours?

According to my therapist,
everything's about my mother.

Hancock Paints rebuilt as
Hancock Paint and Detail

over on Lombard. Maybe
someone remembers her there.

Thanks, man.

All right, back to work.

You want anything?

- I'm good.
- All right.

All right, bring it in.

And we're in.

Okay...

Oh, hey, fellas,

do you recognize this woman?

She used to work at the other factory,

back before it burnt down.

Oh, come on. Seriously?

One afternoon, that is all I asked.

They could charge you
with breaking and entering.

There was no breaking
and I hardly entered.

Harley, this is serious.

If they press charges, there's
nothing I can do about it.

I'm sorry I made you miss your EMTys.

Damn! It is him! Harley Carter!

Hey... you!

We love your show.

We watch it every Thursday
and then I record it.

I have watched the nudist colony
episode a half dozen times.

I thought there had to
be some kind of mistake,

but damn! Chuck Hancock.

This is my wife, Bedelia.
We own the factory.

I know everyone says this,

but I really am your biggest fan.

Well, word is you've seen the
nudist colony episode six times.

Oh.

Mr. and Mrs. Hancock. Detective Shaw.

Mr. Carter has made a huge mistake.

He sure has. He shoulda called ahead.

We'd have rolled out the red carpet.

So, you're not pressing charges?

No, no. It's a misunderstanding, right?

What are you doing
here in the first place?

Uh, well, I actually wanted
to ask you a few questions.

That he will ask some other time.

What kind of questions?

We really got to go, folks.

Has this woman ever worked for you?

Oh...

No, no. This is a woman whose...

whose body was found in my old factory.

Her son killed her

and then, he set the place on
fire. It was a terrible tragedy.

Go ahead. Take a look.

Brett Johnson did set the fire?

Killing his mother.

Something you would've
known if you'd asked.

Harley was just trying to help.

Brett says someone
else killed his mother.

Someone botched this investigation.

It was my investigation.

- Get him out of here.
- Yeah.

Well, if Brett did do it,

why did he only serve five years?

Brett was never in jail.

It was determined he'd
had a psychotic break.

Up until a few months ago,

he was in a psychiatric hospital.

Harley, come on.

Now, if you continue to
poke your nose in this

or any other case,

I'm gonna figure out a way
to get you Brett's old room.

Sam, Sam, hey.

I got you an apology coffee.

Apology accepted.

It's actually an apology
for what I'm about to say.

Something's bugging me
about this Brett thing,

the case the Chief said he cracked...

No. No way.

If he did it, why would
he ask me to investigate?

Because, you heard the
Chief, Brett's not well.

He isn't, but he's not dangerous.

And he needs our help. I
think he's telling the truth.

Okay, "Brett's truth" and "the
truth" are two different things.

Right, and you are able

to tell the difference,
being a cop and all.

So, you want me to talk to him.

I made him a promise.

A Harley Carter promise?

A promise is a promise. Look, I...

I totally could have gone
there myself this morning,

but I was like, "I don't
want to get Sam in trouble."

Harley, I'm working.

Yes, but your shift doesn't
start for, like, an hour.

Okay? You're the early bird.

Let's go get that worm.

The Chief does not hear about this.

Like he listens to me anyway.

All right, let's make it quick.

Would you shut up?!

This place is cheery.

FYI... I tend to save my
sarcasm for the idle rich

and not the working poor.

Burn. Point taken.

What are you thinking?

I wouldn't be here if I was thinking.

Oh, Detective Shaw.

Are you here for the suicide?

What apartment?

Uh, 405. No signs of forced entry.

Nothing missing. Kid named...

"Brett Johnson." Shot himself.

Thanks for the lift.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

There's no way you could
have known he was so fragile.

Hey, what are we doing here?

I don't believe Brett killed himself.

He thought I was Charlie Carter.

Well, you never mentioned that.

He thought that Charlie Carter
had taken his case. He had hope.

Why would he go home and kill himself?

Well, so what's with this place?

Well, he worked here. Used to.

Okay. Well, let's go see what we see.

But I run this.

Thank you for agreeing
to see us, Mr. Conrad.

Pete, please.

So, what was his name again?

Brett Johnson.

Oh, young guy.

He was in a mental care facility.

Sure, I, uh... I know him.

He was hired as part
of our rehabilitation

and re-entry program,
doing custodial work.

When was the last time you saw him?

I couldn't say, really.

Why? Is he in some kind of trouble?

We found his body this morning

and I just need to get a
little more background on him.

We're treating his death as suspicious.

No offense, but why am I
having this conversation

with a TV actor?

You're having this conversation with me.

Did you know Brett well?

No. No. I know he had troubles,

but my policy here is to
give people a second chance.

Well, thanks, Mr. Conrad.

Nicole needs to talk to
me. I think you should come.

And if we need anything else,

- I will let you know.
- Of course.

I'm no just a TV actor.

I was also in an independent film

that was officially selected
at the North Bay Film Festival.

Lack of gunshot residue

confirms the gun wasn't
fired by the deceased.

Someone killed him.

Preliminary ballistic reports

show that the only fingerprints
on the gun were Brett's.

Well, that's not possible

because Koji also handled the gun.

When Brett came to my house,

he had the gun and
Koji took it from him.

So, how did it end up in his apartment?

I gave it back to him.

A man repeatedly calls
you "Charlie Carter"

and you give him his gun back?

As you're so fond of
reminding me, I'm not a cop

and didn't believe it was within
my rights to confiscate his gun.

So, somebody shot him,

wiped the gun clean and
put the gun in his hand.

Hey, Nicole, where's that medallion

that was around his neck?

There was no jewellery on
him when he was brought in.

And there's no mention
of anything listed here.

But there is a slight abrasion
on the side of his neck.

Maybe caused by someone pulling it off?

The killer didn't take his TV

or his laptop, but he
did take his medallion.

Oh, it's personal, definitely.
Let me take this to the Chief.

No, no, no. Sam,

I feel like the Chief has
already let Brett down once.

- Harley Carter!
- Mayor Hamilton.

Oh, please tell me you're here
to help out on another case.

Oh, just the opposite. He
was leading my department

on a wild goose chase
and I shut it down.

All due respect, Chief,

I feel like we are
really onto something.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. There's no
"we" that includes you and me.

And civilians aren't
supposed to be back there.

You know what? Forget
about the due respect.

I feel like you... you
botched this case once

and history is repeating itself. Sam...

You're gonna leave this station
house now or I will arrest you.

If I find out that you're
still poking your nose

around this case, I will arrest you.

- If you interfere with police...
- Angus...

I accept, Mayor Hamilton.

Pardon me?

Your offer? I accept.

- Oh!
- Grace...

Chief Pershing, we need to
have a big picture conversation.

This is a bad move.

This is a big move,

one Bishop could really use right now.

Perhaps you wouldn't be saying that

if this wasn't an election year.

Mr. Carter,

as of this moment,

you are officially a Consulting
Detective with the Bishop PD,

and the police will
extend you every courtesy.

You understand I had to do that, right?

- Was it worth it?
- Well, I'm official now,

which means I'm officially his problem.

It takes the heat off of you.

We both know that is
not why you did that.

Look, my hands are untied
and that is a good thing.

So, let's go talk to Brett's roommate.

Nothing about that apartment
said roommate to me.

Oh, well, except for this.

You took mail from Brett's apartment?

Consultant in Season Two taught me

how to jimmy open a mail
box using a credit card.

Oh, come on. I ruined, like,
three credit cards to get this.

Plus, I thought maybe
Brett had a relative

that we should be contacting.

Well, that's not your responsibility.

But useful and thoughtful.

Well, I aim to please.

And a violation of Section
356 of the Criminal Code,

so your aim is a little off.

Let's go see what this
Greg Yates has to say.

Mmm.

I love stakeouts.

Have you ever been on a stakeout?

I love sitting in cars and eating.

Hey, stay focused, okay?

It's not like he's going to just pop up.

There he is.

Okay, here's... here's the plan.

- Harley!
- Hey, stop!

Police!

Oh my God!

Harley, wait!

Hey!

Get back here!

Hey, what is this? What's going on?

We can talk all about
that at the station.

You might want to think
about a gym membership.

Oh, sorry. I didn't really
get a chance to stretch out.

"Freeze while I warm up!"
Let's see how that works.

I was out of town.

I didn't know Brett was
dead till you told me.

Why'd you run?

Let me guess. You're on probation.

Actually I don't have to guess

because that's what my computer
told me when I typed your name in.

My computer also told me
that you're not supposed

to leave the city or...
steal Brett's pills.

What do you want?

Brett said he was scared,

that someone was after him.

Did you ever see or hear
anybody threaten him?

No, I mean, I thought he
was making all that stuff up.

Look, I just crashed
there a couple times, okay?

And we weren't friends.

I really didn't know him that well.

Think I know someone who might.

The courts are clear
in cases like Brett's.

Where there's no prison term mandated,

the patient must remain

in a facility like this until he
or she no longer poses a threat.

Did anyone come visit him
over the last five years?

I'd have to look that up.

Thank you. And what
was Brett's diagnosis?

Paranoid schizophrenia.

It was a very blurry line

between fantasy and reality for Brett.

We helped him as best we could.

May I?

Are all of these about
the night his mom died?

It's how he remembered it.

He was found outside the
factory with burns to his hands.

Smelling like gasoline.

But when a patient can't
accept what they've done,

they often try to create
a fictional version.

Brett said that someone
else started the fire.

Could that be this hooded person?

Before we got him on the
right combination of meds,

Brett's thinking was disordered,

sometimes illogical.

Nothing he said can be treated as fact.

Now I'll show you one more thing.

There was someone there
that night. It wasn't me.

It was the lion king.

He grabbed my mom.

He bit her on the
mouth and hypnotized her

so that she couldn't resist.

And then the castle, it started burning.

I ran in to save her, but I couldn't.

Ask the astronaut.

Ask him. He was there. He saw me.

Lions and castles and astronauts.

We're not in Kansas anymore.

There's a lion-y kind of thing

on the medallion that
Brett's mother gave him.

It could be connected to this lion king.

Harley, Brett is just a kid
suffering from psychosis.

His words aren't a
series of bread crumbs

that are gonna lead us to Mary's killer.

- I know, but...
- But.

That's all we have to go on for now.

"He bit my mom on the
mouth and hypnotized her."

To a kid struggling with reality,

I read that as a kiss.

You think she was hooking up
with someone at the factory?

I don't know.

Uh, Detective?

Got a call from a Dr. Waters.

Uh, Brett Johnson had no visitors.

But he did get packages.

Nice, Rafalski. From who?

Did we get any return addresses?

Uh, all from the same address.

- I looked it up.
- Oh!

Ugh, no name. All from
a numbered company.

Who would send Brett
packages anonymously?

A relative? Family friend?
Someone who cared about him.

And, uh, Chief wants to see you.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

Uh, just you, Detective.

Hey, Rafalski! Hey!

How would a guy,

well, not just any guy,
a consulting detective,

how would a consulting detective

go about finding a corporation's name

from their corporate number?

Follow me.

What are we doing here, Harl?

For five years,

packages coming from that address

were sent to Brett Johnson.

I want to know why.

Hey, what do you know about Pete Conrad?

Pete Conrad?

Ooh, he used to raise
hell back in the day.

I'll tell you this much. I never
expected him to become a good citizen,

much less a successful developer.

- Did he go to school with us?
- No.

No, I met him after.

Oh. During your dark years.

You know what? You don't
talk about my dark years,

and I don't talk about that
hip-hop album you dropped.

No, Pete turned his life
around a couple years back.

Got this business, does
tons of charity work.

Wait, you... you said he was
sending care packages to this kid?

Well, Pete said that
he barely knew Brett.

Why... why would he lie about that?

Here's something that's starting
to feel a little pertinent.

Pete Conrad used to be a firebug.

I have been talking about this
paint factory fire all day,

and now... now you're telling me this?

Hey, man, you're the detective.

I'm just his, you know,
handsome streetwise pal.

Okay, he was a firebug.
What are we talking?

Like, dumpster fires or full-on arson?

Small stuff when I knew him,

but don't arsonists always Jones
for something bigger and better?

Hey, I'm sorry!

The drugstore didn't
have any baby powder.

Baby powder?

Your little plan here

doesn't have anything to
do with a baby, does it?

Because, for the record,
that's where I draw the line.

- Stealing babies.
- Let's do this.

Do what? Define this.

We can't break into Pete's office.

We can't "not break in", okay?

And, man, come on,
it's... it's the weekend.

No one's gonna be there, relax.

- What are you doing?
- Come on, let's go.

Hey, hey! It's Bobby
Sobelman's assistant.

They wanna talk bar mitzvah, now.

Right, so talk!

You know what to do.

- Who's the man?
- Me?

- Who's the man?
- Me.

- Oh, my God.
- Who's the man?

- Me! Okay, yeah, yeah.
- Yes, yes.

- And I got your six.
- Oh, really?

Uh, what direction is our six?

I don't know. I just
thought that was a saying.

- Just...
- Dave, come on!

Just keep an eye out.

Ah!

I did this on the show once.

What the hell are you doing?

The cinnamon is supposed to reveal
fingerprints on the keyboard,

telling me which numbers to
push, but it's not working.

Hey, can you go back to the
truck and grab some cocoa?

Harley.

Hey, what year was Pete born?

You... you actually
expect me to know that?

Uh, 1979? I don't know.

No.

Okay, even if that was
correct, there are, like,

a hundred combinations of those numbers.

I... oh, no. Actually, 24.

Well, what are we waiting for?

No, okay.

Third time's the charm.

- Uh-oh!
- Uh, Harley?

- Uh-oh, okay, no, no.
- Stop! Stop!

- Stop!
- Harley?

- Come on!
- Harley!

Um, you are under arrest!

Look Bobby,

no Mr. Sullivan and yeah.

Uh, yes, I have.

And now it's your turn to listen to me.

Please? Yeah.

If you think that for one minute,

my client is going to...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no! This can't be happening!

Uh, no, no. Not you, sir.

I... um, I gotta go, bye!

You lied to me, Pete.

For five years, you've been
taking care of Brett Johnson,

sending him care packages,

making sure he had a
job when he got out.

And that's a crime?

You know what, let's just
take it easy here, all right?

No, but killing his mom?

- That is a crime.
- Harley.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Five years ago, starting dumpster fires

wasn't quite holding the
same excitement it used to,

so you torched the old
Hancock paint factory,

but didn't realize that
Mary Johnson was inside.

Which was an accident, I'm sure.

Sure. It was an accident,

but you were racked with guilt

and made sure that Brett got
everything he ever needed.

Because Pete is a really
nice guy with a real gun.

Penance.

That's what this is all about.

Until Brett came to me,

I reopened the investigation.

You panicked and killed him.

- Harl.
- Yeah, right, again.

It was an accident, so you
make it look like a suicide,

and I'll bet that there is a medallion

sitting right there in that safe!

I can tell you two things.

I've never killed anyone,

and you are never gonna
see what's in that safe.

Okay, okay.

All right, you know what?

Let's... let's... l-let's
just start over, yeah?

Totally our bad.

TV guy here just got a little excited.

Brett just wanted justice
for his mom, and for that,

he died badly and alone.

So, what's it gonna be, Pete?

The ball's in your court.

Harley, Dave?

Outside, now.

You know what really pisses me off
is the fact that if my phone rings,

there is a 50/50 chance

it's gonna be about
getting you out of trouble.

I'm telling you, Pete was
shaking. We were on to something.

Did you just hear what I said?

We were on to something.

We're not on to anything
except leaving, come on.

- Hey, uh...
- Look, don't, don't.

Hey! Great work guarding our six.

Okay, I hung up on the
head of the studio for you.

Are you waiting for me to say that's
the bravest thing I've ever heard?

I got fired, okay?

I'm never gonna work in Hollywood again.

Just relax. Harley will take care of it.

No, no, no. Don't tell him, okay?

This... this is on me.

All right. Come on, get in the
truck. I'll give you a drive.

Yes, I know the case is undercooked,

but that's why we went
to Conrad's office,

to look for evidence linking him
to the fires and to the murders.

Harley, here's what I'm thinking.

I was thinking about how nice
it was to see you the other day,

when you first came into town.

- Re... really?
- Really. Really.

You know, I just had this
quick flash of you and I

sipping iced teas on that dock of yours

and just talking about
each other's day and...

Well... well, this can be our day.

This is our day, every day.

And then... and then, just
now, when you said that,

I had this flash of tying you

to the back bumper of my car

and just gunning it down Rankin Road.

Just windows open and I'm screaming.

Sounds like I'd be screaming, too.

Ideally, yeah.

All I'm saying is you should
have seen Conrad's face

when I brought up Brett Johnson.

Okay. Lay it out.

Means, motive, opportunity.

Okay, we already established
that Conrad is a firebug, means.

Okay, and the file says
that there's no security

at the old Hancock paint
factory, so that is opportunity.

So, if he started the fire, if,

what was the motive?

Someone paid him? How else
do you explain the jump

from small-time fire starter
to respectable businessman?

Inheritance, lottery,
uh, prudent investments?

But you're right. Pete's acting guilty.

So, who paid him?

Well, who would benefit from
having the old, crumbling,

Hancock paint factory burn down?

Detective?

There's someone here to see you.

My client is present
of his own free will,

and, as such, makes no omissions,

presumed or otherwise.

Further, we ask your acknowledgement

that there are no facts
currently in evidence...

Is she charging you by the word?

What was Harley Carter doing
breaking into Mr. Conrad's safe?

Why don't you tell me
why you're here, Pete?

I came here to come clean.

I've been carrying this for too long.

Okay.

So, let's start over.

Did you burn down the Hancock
paint factory five years ago?

Yes.

Did you kill Mary Johnson?

No, no. I never killed anyone.

Brett was a good kid.

A hard worker, proud of his job.

So, yes, I-I tried to watch over him.

I figured it was the least I
could do after what happened.

Before my client goes any
further, I'd like your assur...

How much did Chuck Hancock pay you?

It was supposed to be quick money.

I found out about the body the next day.

Same as everyone else.

I-I told Chuck that I
was gonna go to the cops.

But her son became a suspect

and he went down for a
crime that you committed.

I knew he wasn't well and needed help.

This way he got it.

That make it easier for you
to sleep all these years?

Not for one second.

I mean, if Pete didn't know
that Mary Johnson was present

when he set the fire,
then what she doing there?

Brett said that the lion king
took his mother to the castle.

Yeah, but does Chuck Hancock
strike you as the lion king type?

I mean, yeah, he benefits from
having his factory burn down,

but what does that have to do
with Mary Johnson and her death?

- Or Brett's?
- Let's go find out.

Hey!

Oh, Harley Carter!

Coming in the front door this time.

- Mrs. Hancock.
- Oh, Bedelia, please.

Is your husband here?

Uh, yes, he's out on
the, uh, spraying floor,

but you're gonna have to
suit up if you go in there.

Um, let me wrap this up
and I'll give you a hand.

Great.

If you're a scared kid,
what does this look like?

An astronaut.

If you're Pete Conrad
and you're about to light

a big ass chemical fire,

you're gonna go full-on astronaut.

Wanna hear something else that's weird?

I mean, not like Harley Carter
moving back to Bishop weird.

Just interesting weird.

Is this gonna forever
change how I look at you?

Pete Conrad was the third
man to walk on the moon,

the third astronaut.

What does that mean?

I don't know,

but I'm really starting to like
how the world is working again.

Okay-dokey, will you
take a selfie with me?

Let's do it!

So, are you the receptionist here?

Yeah, the receptionist,
office manager...

- Great, thank you, yeah.
- In charge of hiring.

Thanks.

Bedelia, I can't help but
notice when hiring around here,

they, uh, tend to be
a very specific type.

You don't miss a trick, do you?

You got me. I am the
youngest gal for miles around.

Let's just say I know
my husband all too well.

Hmm.

If I'm picking up what
you're putting down,

you and I are in the same boat.

I know. I'm so sorry.
I saw the meltdown.

The key is to get payback.

Um, I got a kitchen with
my husband's last affair.

Custom tile, Sub-Zero fridge.

May I? It's, um...

It's very fancy, hmm.

What is this animal right here?

Oh, that's the Hancock family crest.

Lots of people think it's a
lion, but it's actually a gryphon.

Huh. We're just gonna
take a peek back there,

see if we can find Chuck.

Um, sure, hon, as long as you suit up.

Thank you.

Is this how good it feels,
always, when you're closing in?

Because this feels amazing.

Doesn't suck.

Right here!

Not him, no.

Up there, Sam! Right there!

I see him.

No, no, no!

There, Sam!

- Look,
- I can't...

- Go that side!
- Okay, okay.

No.

Sam, I got him!

Sam, he's coming down the other side!

Harley!

Found this when we searched your office.

You took it off of Brett Johnson's
body after you killed him.

You killed Brett Johnson
because you also killed his mom.

She was gonna ruin me.

Well, you made her promises,

and all she wanted was
for you two to be official.

I was married. She had a crazy kid.

And when she insisted you
leave your wife, Mary had to go,

and what better way to
do it than a chemical fire

where you would also
get the insurance money

to start up a new factory?

You set it all up with Pete Conrad,

leaving out the significant detail

that there was a dead woman inside.

She was gonna tell my family.

You let Mary's kid
take the fall for you,

and after you ruined Brett's life

and he was starting
over, you killed him.

And if you hadn't taken
this off of his body,

we might not have caught you.

That's my family crest.

It's my legacy.

It's a hell of a legacy.

Are you sure you're gonna stay here?

Yeah, I'm gonna stick around
for a little bit, but, hey,

you're more than welcome to stay.

We're always looking for
a driver, stakeout caterer,

senior or junior sidekick,

but, uh, I can't offer you any
benefits at this time, sorry.

Look, I am truly honoured and
I've loved every moment of this,

but I want to be an agent.

I thought I'd make a
pretty good one, too.

You are a good agent, and someday,

you will be a great agent.

Um, no. Bobby Sobelman
literally used the words,

"You will never work
in this town again."

Well, "never" turned into four
hours because I talked to Bobby

and the agency,

and you are wanted back at work
in Hollyweird Monday morning.

- No, for real?
- For real.

Now, listen, if I call
you on the bat-phone,

you've gotta come running.

Yes, of course! A hundred percent!

- Okay, okay.
- Oh, thank you, thank you.

Okay, that's enough.

- Okay, thank you.
- Okay.

- You're the man!
- You're the man!

- You're the man!
- I'm the man!

Okay.

Okay!

You're the man!

No, you're the man!

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa!

Is this, uh, a week of celebrations?

You going back to the EMTs?

No, it's nice. Just a
normal, everyday date.

Good, you deserve it.

Well, thank you.

You must be feeling good.

About, uh, Vijay getting his job back?

Yeah, and solving the case.

Oh, well, I'm actually, uh,
I'm used to happier endings.

Harley, we put a bad guy away.

Yeah, but a good guy
got caught in the middle.

Yeah, but you cleared his name

and you found out what
happened to his mom,

and you did right by him.

This is gonna be interesting.

You and me.

Well, I like interesting.

We've always been interesting.

Harley...

Um, you need a ride?

- Oh, wow, uh...
- Hi!

Um, oh, no, no. No, I'm... I'm good.

The Yasudas are gonna
come get me, so I'm good.

Okay, well, you owe me lunch.

- Partner.
- I'm... I'm a man of my word.

All right.

Bye.

See ya!

See ya.

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