All language subtitles for Life on Mars S01E01 Out Here in the Fields

I never said that, Maya. I never once
said that. Oh, yeah, you kind of did,

When? When did I say that?

You said, and I quote Maya, I think it's
time, I think it's time I met the

folks. Was I drunk?

No, you weren't drunk.

Horny, maybe, but not drunk.

You know, meeting the folks when the
rest of the department doesn't know yet.

All right, newsflash, Sam, Ma, stepdad,
you don't hang out with the boss and the

rest of the detectives down at field
125.

I just think we need to proceed with
caution, all right?

Yes, all right. That's all.

Hey.

I'm crazy about you, Maya.

I just...

I just... Can we talk about this later?

Sure.

He's a homicide suspect.

He's dangerous. Be careful, all right?
All right.

Two more guys with you. Status? What's
up, boss? Brames DeLone.

Fourth floor apartment. You know if
Brames a possible crack star?

I figure not. Serial killers usually
aren't. Good.

I'm all out of pipe.

Ready, class?

Ready.

Go ahead, check the window.

Back door!

Oh, you're the suspect!

In the window! Stop!

You can't help that.

I'm trying to run!

The suspect is out the window. I'm on
it.

We're under arrest for the abduction and
murder of Lori Stewart.

Lori Stewart.

Kidnapped May 5th. No sexual assault.

Held for 30 hours.

And strangled to death with a boot lace.

Still haven't processed what this fiber
is we found under her fingernail.

You want to tell us, Colin?

Colin, this is your diary. Found in your
room.

I killed her. I left her shirt for them
to find. Held her for 30 hours, just the

same way she's been killed. I enjoy
killing her.

It's more fun than marbles.

Marbles? What are you, nine?

I like marbles.

What was the exact time of the abduction
on May 5th? Approximately 2300 hours.

11 p .m.? Yeah.

These are the security tapes for the
Stardrift Casino in Atlantic City.

Timestamped May 5th. If we were to fast
forward, you would see Mr. Rames played

craps all night long.

I think we're done here.

Check with the Stardrift to make sure
the timestamp hasn't been tampered.

I'm in East River Park, and I got Reams
in my crosshairs.

Reams is out.

Why are you doing this, Maya?

I keep going back to the diary. I held
her for 30 hours just the same way. It's

like he's trying to impress someone.

Copying something.

Someone. I feel like I've missed
something.

You don't have to prove anything to me.
Don't I?

I'm a cop first and foremost, Sam, and
you made things real clear earlier.

Earlier?

No, no, no. I was...

You're not going to believe this, Sam.

Who's Lawrence Rames?

Lawrence Rames is Colin's twin brother.

They're not on speaking terms, but
Lawrence there is a degenerate gambler

real taste for dice.

What the hell was she doing here, Sam?

10 -13.

It's a god awful small affair To the
girl with the lousy

hair But her money is yelling no

And her daddy has told her to go.

But her friend is nowhere to be seen.

Now she walks through the town and can
dream.

To the seats with the clearest view.

And she's hooked to the silver screen.

But the film is a saddening bore.

For she's lived it ten times no more.

She could spit in the eye.

Oh, man, look at those cavemen go.

It's a pretty show.

Take a look at the old man beating up
the wrong.

You can't park here.

Uh, I, yes.

This, this is not my car.

So you ain't Sam Tyler?

I, I am.

I, this, this is not my car.

I, I was driving a, a jeep. You were
driving a military vehicle?

I need my cell.

You need to sell what?

No.

I just...

Look at those cavemen girls.

freaky people need not apply.

So I stuck my hair up under my hat and I
went in.

Like he's seen a ghost.

Like he's seen a ghost and he was
bawling your mother.

You the, uh, transfer from Hyde?

Sam Tyler?

I'm Sam Tyler.

What's Hyde?

It's, uh, upstate.

Got a great train museum up there.

You ever been to it?

All right.

I don't know who the hell you think you
are, but this is my office.

Right here.

This is my desk.

Here. So where's my desk?

Huh?

Where's my desk?

Chair.

My computer.

Your computer?

Like how?

2001, A Space Odyssey?

Looks like we got us a regular space.

What the hell's going on? This is my
department.

What have you done with it? Hey, you
might want to keep it down, boss.

Too late.

Now you've done it.

You're welcome.

What year is it supposed to be?

1973.

Or, as our Chinese brethren like to call
it, the year of the fist.

You've got to be kidding me.

We don't ever waltz into my kingdom
acting the king of the jungle.

Yeah, I'm trying to reach 917 -555
-0147.

Is that an international number?

No. No, it's a cell phone.

Maya Daniels' cell phone.

Clearly, Detective Tyler here is dizzier
than a monkey on a merry -go -round.

Have someone check under his hood.

No nuts?

No nuts.

No broken bones, no bruises.

Do you feel like you're going to vomit?

I am a little nauseous, to tell you the
truth.

But you would be too if you took the
last flight in from 2008.

You're going to stick to that story,
huh?

Are you a doctor?

No. I'm about as qualified as Dr.
Kildare.

I'm part of the Bureau of Policewomen.
What's that?

Well, they don't have that in 2008, do
they?

Not so much.

We tend to lost kitty, hysterical
girlfriend, concussed detective.

What's your name?

Annie Norris.

Or as I am so fondly referred to here in
the old 125.

No, not Norris.

I was four in 1973.

This is 1973, Detective Tyler.

And you really should stop with that
line of nonsense.

If what you say is true, you were hit by
a car.

Brain is a little sobbled, but you seem
okay.

This notion that you're some kind of a
time traveler notwithstanding.

Annie, get your talk of the grieving
parents kid on. We found a missing

A twirl?

A girl.

A broad, a chick, a dame, a lass.

Oh, of course.

A twirl.

Her name's Susie Tripper.

Missed in two days.

Her blouse was left in East River Park.

East River Park?

That's where Maya... I saw her this
morning.

Neck wrong like a Christmas turkey.

No sign of sexual assault.

Her blouse left at the scene of
abduction. Strangled. No sign of sexual

Is this why I'm here?

No. You're here to make me curse today.
My father's sperm asked my mama's egg if

it could have this dance.

Where's the body?

Take him to the lab.

Lab lifted a few prints off her shoe.
They've been sent downtown.

Should hear back in a couple of weeks or
so if there's a match.

A couple of weeks?

Yeah. It's amazing what they can do
these days.

Um, strangled with a ligature.

No other wounds, defensive or otherwise.
What have we learned from the stomach

contents?

Chris? Take a look.

In the file. In the post -mortem file.

Oh.

Um... She wasn't fed for at least a day
before she was killed? Held her for 30

hours. Just like Laurie Stewart.

Come on!

All right.

Stop. Over. Enough.

Okay. Wall's wet. I can smell the
formaldehyde.

Sandwich on the tray.

Half -eaten. It's ham.

Someone's whistling outside.

You think this is the guy they want to
bump up instead of you?

Tell me about it. It's an embarrassment.

You got to get some rest. I think that
that crash maybe hurt your head.

Once you get yourself a scotch, maybe
even a stewardess, you know, set things

right.

Isla. You look like you were sleeping
with your eyes open.

This is about Maya.

About your what?

He kills, and then he waits 35 years to
strike again.

I mean, that must be why I'm here.

I mean, if I can stop him now, he can't
kill then, and Maya's safe.

Colin Reams would be in diapers in 1973.

Doesn't add up.

No, it don't.

No nuts is going to take you to your new
flop. Take the rest of the day to get

settled.

Yeah, but the fibers... That's an order.

He's all yours.

Come on, Sam.

Let me take you home.

Home?

Yeah.

How can I argue with that?

The water isn't brown so much as it's
tan.

Hey, at least the department is putting
you up. My wage still has me living with

my folks in Kew Gardens.

Um,

bathroom's down the hall.

There's one on each floor, so you won't
be sharing it with the whole building.

Oh, they shipped your clothes from Hyde.
I unpacked them for you.

Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

Eddie.

Listen to me.

I had an accident when I woke up 35
years in the past.

Now, that either makes me a time
traveler, a lunatic, or I'm lying in a

hospital bed in 2008, and none of this
is real. I thought we agreed. Stop.

My girlfriend has been kidnapped by the
same man who strangled Susie Tripper

yesterday.

Maybe we should rethink this trip to the
hospital.

And he'll hold her for a day.

And then, like Laurie Stewart in 2008,
Susie Tripper here in 73, and I... I

can't help her.

There's a thing, Sam, it's called
paranoid delusion. It's chemical, it's

brain, and things like head wounds can
bring it on.

That's pretty fancy talk for a girl who
lives with the folks in Queens.

A temporary arrangement for a woman
who's still paying off her psychology

from Fordham.

And what if you're just my mind, telling
me this is real?

Nuala?

My heartbeat.

If I were a figment of your imagination,
I would probably let your hand linger

on my chest.

However, I gotta go.

Where?

What do you care?

Not real, remember?

As soon as I walk out that door, poof,
I'm gone.

Here I go.

Okay, okay.

Magic, huh?

You'll get some rest.

In Module 3, we noted that the
collective Pythagorean angles can be

the simple luminary A is in the constant
10.

But what concerns us most is regulating
his breathing.

I have to stress to you that Sam is in
low responsiveness, but not in a

persistent vegetative state.

Hey. Hey, I'm right here.

For a time, however, he moves.

Murmurs. I'm here.

His motor responses.

Yeah, you're damn right I do. Suggesting
perhaps that he is operating in an

alternate reality.

All we can do is monitor.

And wait.

Listen!

Sam.

Hey. What? I'm awake.

I'm awake!

Look at me!

Where are you going?

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me here.

Please. Don't go.

Don't leave me.

Susie Tripp is dead.

And you were seen having a slow gin fizz
with her the night she was murdered. I

know you.

You broke my cousin Davy's collarbone at
that war protest down on Bank Street.

Or as I like to refer to it, the good
old days.

Uh, Dora, my name's Detective Tyler, but
please call me Sam.

Are you really a cop?

You don't seem like no cop.

You ain't so much ugly.

Thank you, Sophia Loren.

That night you were with Susie. Did you
see her talking with anyone?

A stranger, perhaps?

The answer, Detective Tyler, is blowing
in the wind. I'm done with this.

Hey, get your hand off of me. Hey,
Lieutenant. I want a lawyer.

Stop it. She asked for a lawyer. You're
done with this, Tyler. She's a possible

witness. Get out of here.

Sit down.

How you doing, my friend?

What part of my subconscious do you hail
from?

Poughkeepsie.

What's your poison?

Just give me a Diet Coke.

Diet Coke?

Uh, scotch.

Make it a double, will you? Diet Coke.
Now that would be something, huh?

Irish coffee, Nelson.

And I want it black as the sky on a
moonless night above 110th Street.

Hey, Blue, this is the detective's
joint. No jingles around the corner.

All right, let's go. What did you do to
that girl?

You know, where I come from, you'd be
looking at suspension.

Really? I'm making a breakthrough?

2 ,300 hours, she saw Susie Tripper
heading away from the bar, followed by a

white man with long, dark hair.

That's what I call narrowing the gap.

Listen, it's not human hair under the
fingernails. It's synthetic.

The killer's either wearing thick gloves
or he's using a bag or something made

of coarse materials.

So long road allowed you to pull from
one minute in a meat house?

I've seen it before. I'm telling you,
there's a pattern here.

He's going to take another girl.

You don't have to listen to me.

After all, you're just some bottom
-feeding thug that crawled out of some

pit in the recesses of my mind.

I'll see you, Gene.

Send regards to my id.

You want to throw down?

Huh? Let's throw down right now.

You don't want to spit, Tyler, and I
sympathize with that. the first day out.

New school jitters and all.

But here's what you need to get smart on
quick.

My team's tight.

We call it a baddies to keep this island
safe.

I never give up, and I always go for the
maximum.

When my time is done, they will say, he
has been here.

Of that, I am sure.

He has been here.

And there were less villains on the
street because of that fact.

Which is why you need to believe me.

With what I know, I can find the skill.

All right, then.

Move it.

To find our guy, we have to anticipate
his next move.

To do that, we have to get inside his
head to understand what he's thinking.

It's a very powerful thing to be able to
do. So's pulling a rabbit out of my

labanza.

Uh, Annie?

You're familiar with Kate?

Yes, sir.

Can you help me out here?

I'd rather not.

Please. Come on, Hank.

Oh, I get it. Every Houdini needs an
assistant with a great set of gams.

Miss Norris has a psych degree from
Fordham. Yeah, well, I have an ass that

fart the melody of every Peter, Paul,
and Mary song ever recorded. Do I get to

stand up there, too?

So, the victim wasn't gagged.

That seems odd.

Right? Why didn't he gag her?

Because he needed... He needed to see
her mouth.

Her lips.

We need to see the things that we value.

Put yourself in his mindset.

You're lonely.

Women ignore you. But in your dreams,
there's a girl. She's got these big eyes

and ruby red lips.

And this dream haunts you.

But one day you find that girl from your
dreams and you bring her home.

But something's wrong.

Why don't those lips smile at you like
they did in the dream?

So you're embarrassed.

Then angry.

It's her fault. She taunted you in the
dream and now she's rejecting you. You

reach a breaking point. You strangle
her. And the whole cycle repeats itself

with another girl.

But this time you're sure you'll muster
the courage to kiss her. Only, you won't

be able to.

If I wanted to be this bored, I could
have messed with the missus and her

miserable mother. This nut job may have
just moved into the area. Let's start

looking at new faces in their local
boozes.

Let's not wait until another girl ends
up with her dead arm.

Get out of here, Norris.

Somewhere there's bound to be someone
looking for their cream of wheat.

I've wasted enough time already.

Let's go.

About back there.

Please don't ever do that to me again.

What? Ask you to use your brain for five
seconds?

I know how this department works.

And I know what they think about women
in uniform.

And someday things are going to change.
But until that day, the last thing I

need is to draw attention to the things
I know.

The things that are going to make me an
excellent member of the New York Police

Department. That day is not now. And no
matter how much you believe you came

from a future where this is all so, It's
not.

I don't understand.

I'm sorry.

I'm not trying. I don't understand why I
would be dreaming about it.

Who dreams of being yelled at by a
closet feminist member of the 1973

once we arrived?

Where are you going?

My mind can only invent so much. So I'm
going to walk until I can't think up any

more streets or faces or arguments or
details.

There are only so many details.

What

I

need to do, Annie,

What are you going to find?

Hopefully, the end of the yellow crop.

Am I at Dave?

I get to go home.

Wow.

My mom used to take...

I bought my first Hall of Notes album.

My first Led Zeppelin album here.

What you see here, all of this, vinyl
albums, they all become obsolete.

Replaced with CDs and digital music you
listen to on MP3 players. It's big.

And the sound is, well, it's much worse.

Pam?

Hey!

He doesn't gag them, he wants to kiss
them, so he doesn't cover their mouths.

But if they shout, he could get caught.
So how does he keep them quiet?

Strands of material under the victim's
nails and on their skin. Only it's not

wool, it's... Of course.

Synthetic.

You know what this is, Annie?

What?

It's the end of the Elric Road.

The fibers we found on the Susie
Tripper's fingernails?

Acoustic padding.

That's how he keeps his victims quiet.

He soundproofs the room where he holds
them.

What's wrong?

That pain in the ass Dora Keene's gone
missing.

They found a jacket all ripped up and
bloodied on the J platform at Delancey.

Looks like he did it again.

I got something.

Reims, that name you asked me to look
into? It's a report filed three months

ago. Woman in her 70s, Shirley Reims.
Why is it Mrs. Reims important?

She's Colin Reims' grandmother.

Who the hell's Colin Reims?

Look, this is just a hunch, okay?

Bring her in.

That's good coffee.

There's so much bad coffee in the world.

It's nice to have good coffee with a
pastry.

Mrs. Rames, you made a complaint to the
police three months ago.

I did?

This is wonderful.

Good. Now, you made a complaint about a
neighbor.

What can you tell us about that?

I forget things.

Mrs. Rames, it could be vital that you
remember exactly why you came in to see

her three months ago.

I... Okay, maybe someone upset you or
did something bad or dangerous.

Now, come on, Mrs. Raines, I need you to
think. Come on, think.

Pasta short.

What's that, hon? I love pasta short.

The ones with the real Italian custard.

Oh, those are quite pricey. Chris, run
down to Quizzani's and pick up a dozen

pasta short.

Tell Richie Quizzani they're for a very
special friend of mine.

And don't you go worrying about this
neighbor business.

It's not important.

Not important at all.

You want another cup, hon? That's very
nice of you.

You got it.

The man downstairs, Willie Kramer.

What about him, dear? He plays this
phonograph all night long.

Bash, crash, bam.

Terrible stuff.

Music these days?

Oh, it's not like the golden era.

So that's why you came in, to make a
complaint about the noise from his

And I did the trick.

He still lives there, but you can't hear
a thing now.

Nora,

it's okay.

Police. Nora, remember me? You're safe.

It's over.

There's no place left to go.

You got it right, pig.

There's no place left. to go.

Willie, Willie, won't go home.

Will?

Willie, listen to me. No!

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Alright, just put the gun down. It's the
way back.

It's the only way back.

The way... The way back where?

The way back home.

Willie... Stay away or I'll do it!

I will do it.

I get it now.

Oh, that's good.

That's right.

Okay.

Send me back.

Shoot me.

So I can save Maya. Shake me out of this
insanity.

The crack of the gun.

The bullet. The jolt I need. Is that
what you're saying? Don't hurt me!

Why not?

This is all in my mind anyway.

You don't exist. You're just a symbol of
my anger. Or a metaphor for my

inability to commit.

Either way, you're nothing.

Please! You do it. Shoot me.

Wake me up. Shoot me.

Come on. Come on. I want to go.

Pull the trigger, Willie.

Get me out of here, Willie.

You really are some kind of lunatic,
Tyler.

You even managed to out -lunatic this
Daffy Goofus, and he's crazier than a

fruit bat out of cranberry convention.

Makes you a pretty good fit for us at
the 125.

What do you think, boss?

Remains to be seen.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Is that necessary?

Not at all.

Good night, boys.

Maya was right. It was about hero
worship.

Common Range was trying to impress the
man he idolized, his neighbor, Willie

Kramer. It was a copycat. Sam.

That little boy is going to grow up to
abduct Maya.

So what now, Sam?

I don't know, Annie.

I don't know.

You don't know what's going on.

You've been away for far too long.

You can't come back and think you are
still there.

You're out of touch, my baby.

My boy just got it, baby.

I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of
hand.

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of
time.

Hey,

Colin.

You're the one who took away Willie.

There are things I know about you.

And you may never understand how I know
them.

You want to be like Willie.

Because you think he has the answers.

Isn't that right?

Willie isn't afraid of anything.

I'm afraid of everything.

It's good to be afraid, Colin.

Fear keeps us honest.

Fear keeps us alive.

Can you hear me? Yes, I can hear you.
Maya.

Sam, if you can hear me, I'm safe.

Everything's okay.

Now come home.

Come back home.

But I don't know how. I miss you.

I miss you too.

Are you okay, mister?

Yeah.

I, uh... She said she's safe.

So... I guess I am.

Sam.

Uh... Yeah, go for Tyler.

Sam, I've been looking all over for you.
Got an armed robbery down on Sullivan.

The loot wants all hands on deck. Are
you coming?

Sam?

Are you there?

Yes, Chris.

For some reason, I'm still here.

Later, kid.

Yes, you are.