All language subtitles for Life on Mars S01E10 Let All the Children Boogie

You threw down the loose daughter in the
pile room.

Very advanced.

I told you a thousand times.

I knew who she was.

Of all the pretty girls in New York
City, you had to choose Maria?

Yeah, what happened? J. Edgar Hoover's
daughter turned you down? John

daughter unavailable?

The Boston Strangler's kid have a prior
engagement?

All right, that's enough.

You set me up, Ray. You practically
threw me at her without mentioning that

was Hunt's daughter.

Yeah, I have fun with that.

Maria never mentioned that Hunt was her
father either.

Well, that's because they're a strange
space man, but that don't mean he ain't

protective of them.

Truth, Sam.

Anyone ever heard of a pop star named
Sebastian Grace?

Sebastian Grace?

Of Sebastian Grace and the Electric
Insects? No one said nothing about any

insects. I'm a huge fan.

The Last Planet I Kissed, that's one of
my all -time favorite songs.

Grace is here to play three nights at
Max's Kansas City.

He's received numerous death threats,
and the intelligence division deemed him

credible.

I have to give up a body to babysit this
creep.

Who wants it? I do.

I mean, I'll take it.

Then he's all yours.

Grace is staying at the Drake Hotel at
Parker 56.

He checked in this morning. He should
head on down there now. Thanks, Lou.

Don't eat the brown acid.

Tyler. We live in a small house here at
the 125.

The small houses, people talk. They
gossip.

Like sugared -up schoolgirls.

I got a good graph that you engaged a
little hacky -pack in the file room

the interrogation of that Russian.

Boss. A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell,
so he ain't gonna ask.

But... The nose knows.

It does?

Let's just say I'll figure out who it
was you defiled in my file.

And we'll see what kind of tissue you're
having with me.

Hey, Sam.

What?

You mind coming with me to the Drake?

Just until I meet Sebastian Grace.

I mean, the idea of it kind of makes me
a little nervous.

He's an idol of mine, and I... You know,
Chris, Sebastian Grace will turn out to

be a one -hit wonder, and The Last
Planet I Kissed will be his only hit

Eventually, in around 1975, he will fade
into obscurity.

Will you come with me or not?

be my grave protectors. I'm Sebastian.

Well, don't you stand there scratching
at your openings. Come on in. The

just getting started.

My name is Sam Tyler.

I was in an accident when I woke up in
1973.

I don't know how or why I'm here, but
whatever has happened, it's like I've

landed on a different planet.

Now, maybe if I can work out the reason.

I can get home.

Cocktail sandwich, Quaaludes.

Quaaludes? We're cops.

Come, cops. Be my people.

This is Bradley. He's my manager. Isn't
he funny looking?

And this is Grizzly. He's our tough dog,
Rhodey. Meet my detectives, Tyler and

Skeleton. I'm not sure why they're
required.

Don't mind Grizzly. He also functions as
my head of security, which means your

mere presence here calls into question
his relevance, both as a bodyguard and

a man.

Now, do you speak, or are you just here
to look adorable?

Oh, he's a huge fan.

He's a little starstruck.

A huge fan of what?

Uh... Well, you really have.

Don't be.

Man, I am. I'm just like you.

I sleep all day, party all night. I get
paid a zillion dollars to sing on stage.

I make love to at least three girls at
the same time while two others watch.

They were practically the same guy.

Here,

come meet the members of the Electric
Insect.

We got Tarantula, DJ, Daddy Cincinnati.

Ladies, come meet my security detail for
the week.

These. are the pistons of my engine, New
York edition. We got Lulu, Sweet Jane,

Mantis, Donna, and

the girl with all the candy, the bell of
my bedbug ball,

Rocket Girl.

Rocket Girl? Rocket Girl.

My dad wanted to be a cop.

Now he's a mechanic.

Which means now we can fix everything
but a traffic ticket.

Okay, well, I think I've had enough fun
here.

You going to be okay by yourself?

Thanks for coming with me.

This is the greatest detail of my life.

Getting to go behind the rock and roll
curtain.

Yeah, good times.

Come on, Detective Skeleton. Allow me to
show you the stomach contents within

the belly of...

How

do you know where I live?

Ray told me.

Yeah, of course he did.

Nice place.

Very eclectic.

And why did you fail to mention that you
were Gene Hunt's daughter?

I thought you already knew.

Not even close.

Because if I did, I wouldn't have done
what we did in the file room. Sam, my

father and I haven't been close in
years. He doesn't care what I do or who

date.

Let's have one glass of wine.

Just one glass.

What do you say?

All right.

I say you need to go.

We can't do this.

We shouldn't have done that.

Look, you're very attractive. You're
very smart.

You know, very nice.

Very... Well, you're all the berries.

But we have to shut this down.

You serious?

I'm serious.

Fine.

So long.

Keep the wine.

Maybe you can use it to listen to Stick
Up Your Ass.

That's the latest death threat against
Sebastian.

He was waiting for us when we checked in
this morning.

That's a lot of exclamation points.

We'll send this to the lab, see if they
can list him late in print.

We fill venues a hundred times the size
of Max in Kansas City.

That's where you gotta start.

I didn't want to come here, not with
this going on.

New York's a breeding ground for the
lunatic fringe.

Where's Sebastian?

Where's Sebastian?

Where's Sebastian? He just took off with
Rocket Girl. Took off? He can't just

take off. Where did he go?

Let me take you on a little trip, my
supersonic ship. The church is cold and

feels so inside.

New Jersey?

All right.

We're going to travel far for the light.
So drop your overcoat tight and we'll

go anywhere you want to decide.

All right.

Detective Skeleton, you come here too?

What are you doing taking off like that?
Are you trying to get me in trouble?

We're hoping to catch a glimpse of a
flying saucer. A flying saucer? There

been reports of UFO sightings in this
very spot, and I would love to see one.

We have to go back to the hotel.

All I need is 20 minutes, please.

Rocket Girl, are you okay? I will be.

In 20 minutes?

Okay, fine.

But only 20 minutes.

Sip and savor while you wait.

It's the best grape soda ever made.

Beautiful baby.

Up and down.

Round and round.

A nine -foot -tall rocket ship.

Baby, what's that?

Rocket girl!

I let them out of my sight.

I don't know what happened. I can't
remember.

Bright lights in the sky.

Grape soda floated.

Your what floated?

Sebastian and Rocket Girl. Are they
okay?

Everyone's fine. Don't worry.

We haven't found the others yet.

Hey!

You have now.

Hey!

They took her. Hey!

They took Rocket girl, man!

Who? Who took her, Sebastian? The
Martians!

The Martians took Rocket girl!

We were just getting,

you know, festive.

A little love thing under the moon and
the stars. And there was this light in

the sky and this big, crazy noise.

Rocket girl gets out of the car and then
she was gone.

We've heard a lot of alibis in our day,
but that has got to be the fruitiest.

Except for the guy who told us that God
came to him in the form of a pickle and

told him to butcher his family. You
remember that guy, boss?

Cucumber Cartwright?

Yeah. All I know is what I saw out on
those wetlands.

What about your guy, Detective Skeleton?
He had to have seen what I'm talking

about. He doesn't remember anything.

He was too busy watching his grape soda
take flight.

Sebastian, what'd you put in that grape
soda you gave him?

A few micro -dots of lavender.

Yes.

You split the entire meeting?

Huh? That guy who's there to protect
you? He needed to relax.

He's young. He should be out there in
hoof, not wearing a necktie. Look, we

checked with the FAA. There were no
flights anywhere near that airspace last

night. That's because it was a flying
saucer that took Rocket Girl.

Wait a second. You don't even know her
real name, do you?

Here's what I think.

You got her out there. You're all hopped
up on drugs. You start fooling around.

Maybe you like it rough because you
prancing types always do because you

want the world to know you got sugar in
your shoe.

But things went too far. You killed her
by accident. But in your LSD case, you

panicked. You disposed of the body. How
am I doing?

Rocket Girl is cool, man. She runs fast
with the New York groupie scene.

Emily Wyatt is her real name.

Bronx Girl.

She has a family that is worried about
her.

Girls are not disposable.

They're not toy trains meant to take out
of the box and go zoom, zoom, zoom with

and then discard.

And I don't give a damn that you're some
fancy rock star. You ain't gonna get no

special treatment in my house.

Now, if you were Mel Torme and you told
me some twirl was kidnapped, abducted by

space aliens, things might be different.

So, you'd better tell us what happened
to that girl.

And I'll show you my greatest gift.

We need to see Sebastian, please. Look,
he's currently the subject of an ongoing

investigation. You guys are going to
have to wait. I'm his manager. I have

right to see him.

Let's go. Move back. Come on.

Please. It's ridiculous.

Chris.

Are you okay?

Yeah, the hospital did some tests and
they said I was fine.

Is there any news on Rocket Girl?

Her name is Emily Wyatt.

They questioned Sebastian.

He's in holding.

He's still sticking to his story about
flying saucers.

Chris, how you feeling, pal?

We got Rocket's world's father here. You
want in?

Yeah, I do.

You sure you're feeling up to it?

Yeah, yeah. I want to see this thing
through.

Come on.

Cookie, anyone?

This is good.

Maple snaps, they're cool.

Although I'm not sure why. They probably
used maple syrup in the recipe, Mr.

Wyatt.

Never thought about that.

Sure you don't want to try one? They're
delicious.

If you don't mind me saying, you don't
seem all that worried about Emmy's

disappearance.

I lost her a long time ago, his wife.

1964.

That's when she really disappeared.

What happened in 1964?

My wife, she brought home that .45 of
the Beatles.

Love Me Do, I think it was.

Emily was 13 at the time. But when she
heard that song, that was the beginning.

Beginning of what?

Music.

Music became everything to her. Elvis,
Ricky Nelson, The Doors.

Eventually she'd go into a woman. She
got very attractive.

Learned she could actually use her good
looks to get to know these weirdos.

That's when we lost it for good.

So you have no idea where she might be?

Not at all?

No. I doubt she's in any trouble,
Detective.

She wanders.

It's what she does.

Most likely, he left that rock door if
he passed out drunk and ran off to find

another one.

Probably Morocco.

Grateful dead.

We're sorry for your loss, Mr. Wyatt.

No matter what year it was.

You know, as a parent to a girl, you
expect to lose your daughter one day.

First to a friend, then to a high school
quarterback maybe, finally to a

husband. But you never, never expect to
lose to a drummer wearing eye shadow.

I did.

It has been brought to my attention that
certain hijinks have been unfolding

inside my house.

Hijinks?

Carnal hijinks, to be more specific.

In the file room.

Okay. I'm no prude.

God knows I understand the pressures of
the job, especially when it comes to a

guy like Sam Tyler. He's been under a
lot of pressure lately.

Nevertheless, it's disrespectful,
especially when it extends to my team.

Even you, Norris, I consider part of my
team.

Sir? Mixing work with the person will
lead to trouble, especially for the

portion of the equation.

I don't want to make you uncomfortable,
but... You understand what I'm saying

here, don't you?

It won't happen again, sir. Atta girl.

No more carrying on in the house.

That's all I'm asking.

Be on your way.

Sam, I found a guy.

A guy?

Yeah, he's a guy that works for the FBI
in the paranormal division.

The paranormal division.

Yeah, yeah.

What? I guess nobody takes them too
seriously over there. I mean, in fact,

call them the sorcerer.

But maybe we should go talk to them.

What for?

Look, I know this is going to sound
crazy, Sam, but I think Sebastian was

I mean, there was light and noises, and
my grape soda floated last night, Sam.

Chris. Sebastian told us he dosed to
grape soda with LSD.

He did?

I guess I always hoped that there was
something else out

there.

Beyond the here and now.

The possibility of aliens is that
different from the possibility of

I mean, don't you ever think, Sam, that
if aliens exist, then maybe there's hope

for all of us after we die.

Uh, Maria.

Can we talk serious for a minute?

Of course. What's on your mind?

You're jeopardizing Sam's job with all
this subterfuge.

Your father would be furious if he found
out.

And God only knows what he might do to
Sam.

Are you sure you're more concerned about
Sam's job security than you are about

your own wants?

Sam is my friend.

That's all. I'm sure that is all.

And I'm sure that very fact drives you
crazy.

Hey, check it out. Betty and Veronica.

Which, of course, makes you three
Archie, Reggie, and Jughead.

You know, initially, Spaceman, I wasn't
happy when you arrived, but I gotta say.

Since you showed up, things have gotten
a hell of a lot more guiding light

around here.

The difference is with soap operas, you
can turn the television off and they

begin to get foolish.

Well, so should we go talk to the
sorcerer?

Do you really believe that Emily Wyatt
was abducted by aliens, Chris?

I don't know. Maybe. Okay, take it from
me.

Wanting to believe something doesn't
make it so.

Detective! What is it?

Rocket Girl didn't go after another hit.

She's not with Frank Zappa or David
Crosby or Keith Richards.

If she's still missing, then she's dead.

And I know who killed her.

Her name's Carl Stefanski.

He's a guitar tech and real creep.

And why would he kill Emily?

We met him a few years ago at a Black
Sabbath show. He became...

Obsessed with Emily. He asked her out a
bunch of times. But she wouldn't go out

with him.

He wasn't in a band.

And he was fat as a sow.

That still doesn't explain why he would
kill her.

Where did you find this guy? Bob's
stupid cop emporium?

Honey, how about I lock you up on
charges of aggravated dumb slut with no

future? Donna, just go on, please.

He killed her.

because he couldn't stand her sleeping
with all of these other men, these

men. He said that every time she slept
with a musician, he couldn't listen to

that band's records anymore.

He had to toss all of his credence as
Rod Stewart's Steppenwolf.

I'll bet he did it now because
Zeppelin's coming to town next month and

his all -time favorites.

You're also a groupie at his traveling
pig circus. Now, how do we know you

didn't just concoct the lie to save
Sebastian's bony ass?

I love Sebastian, but he's not for me. I
prefer English rockers.

Hey, the 60s were good for one thing.
It's that women can screw and be screwed

by whomever we choose.

I'm a father to three daughters.

All who consider me just not of nobody.

We got an extreme relationship, see?

But they resent the hell out of me for
one reason.

When they were growing up, I cared too
much.

Maybe you did.

Horse muffins.

In fact, after hearing you spew your
muck, I'm delighted to live a lifetime

lonely Easters and Thanksgivings.

Because I can always take comfort that
my daughters didn't end up like you.

And Rocket Girl.

Donna, is there an address for a call?

Stefanski, please.

Police! Hands up high, chunky throat!

Did you call Stefanski? I am!

Who are you?

I'm Jack LaLanne. I'm here to introduce
you to a new invention.

Do you have a warrant?

I do have a warrant, but I'm afraid to
show it to you because I spilled the

marinara sauce on it and you might eat
it.

Bad jokes make you happy, don't they?

Well, I feel about them the way you
probably feel about chicken fried

What did you do with Emily Wyatt's body?

I don't know where she is. Did that jerk
hurt her? Hey, guys, in here.

What can I tell you?

Bare walls freak me out.

You've been sending Sebastian Grace
death threats, haven't you? No one's

perfect.

Where is she, you crazy bastard?

Come on, Carl. Tell us where she is.
Right. If I knew, I'd tell you.

I'd love to see her again, but I don't
know. I swear I don't know.

You killed her because you couldn't have
her, right?

Kill her.

I love her to pieces. Yeah? You leave
her to pieces?

Come on, Ray. Take it easy.

What do we do, Sam?

We bring him in for aggravated
harassment for the death threat, secure

warrant, and toss this place, his car,
his work, see what turns up.

You hanging in there?

It'd be a whole lot easier if I had a
noose.

How much longer do I have to stay in
here?

I'm not really sure.

Of course, living in a cage does have
its own romantic virtues.

Keeps out the big bad wolf.

Or it brings him closer to your door.

That too?

Quite the existential crisis you're
toying with in there.

I just hope those lights that took
Rocket Girl away guided her to bliss.

I like to think that they did.

Certainly would provide you with the
perfect alibi.

Really?

Because I may just be a drunken
reprobate lady, but even I could come up

better alibi than Martians took her.

You saying that she was eaten by the
Loch Ness Monster would be a better

than the one you cooked up.

What's your name?

Officer Norris. Your first name?

Officer.

Annie.

Of course.

Little orphan Annie.

Excuse me?

Searching for a place to call home.
That's why you wear that costume, isn't

Guess people will like you if you wear a
funny costume.

Interesting. The man -child fancies
himself an armchair psychiatrist.

Where did you learn about the
intricacies of human frailty?

During an orgy in the back of a tour
bus?

Don't knock until you've tried it. No
offense, but I think that your whole

existence, although initially appealing,
leads a trail of destruction in its

wake. You roll into town, wreak havoc,
then move on. Like a hurricane.

Only with bad hair.

Ooh, look at you.

A spoon with a little bit of flavor on
it.

Oh, it's all wildly exciting until you
step back and view the carnage.

Don't get sour, little orphan Annie. I
wear costumes too. I know all about

hidden comforts.

What about you?

What's next?

Are you going to put on a pair of pants
and grow out your sideburns?

Call me old -fashioned, but it would be
a crime against the better angels to see

such a fair creature turn herself into
one of the boys.

I think the word you're looking for is
detective.

They couldn't possibly make detectives
that look like you.

They will.

Perhaps extraterrestrials have unharmed
intellect.

Well, you're nothing if not persistent,
Maria.

I'll give you that.

Are you going to let me in?

I'm not wearing anything underneath this
coat and the draft is starting to bite.

You're really doing the show up at the
door with no clothes under the raincoat

thing.

You know, someday that'll be a cliche.

Someday isn't today, is it?

I know it's 1973 and it's a really
exciting time to be a woman, but in my

this kind of behavior is reserved for
pop singers and reality show stars.

No offense to Harry Reasoner, but I
think I'm putting a better product on

field.

I hear the way your father talks about
you. I know there's a rift, so I can't

help but wonder if you're only doing
this just because you know the endless

amounts of suffering it'll cause him if
he finds out about us.

My father and I haven't had a
substantive conversation since I

high school.

He gave me a fancy pen with my initials
on it. M -N -H. Maria N.

Hunt. What does the N stand for?

That's the point. My middle name is
Alice.

Maria, I am really not the guy to go
working your daddy issues out with. I

I got a few of my own.

Okay, and I work with your
aforementioned daddy. I mean, you have

unstable my world is. I'm just a visitor
here. You do not want to get attached

to me.

That's where you're wrong.

I want to attach myself to you.

All night long.

And then maybe once again in the
morning.

His name is Stephen Morrell, but they
call him the Sorcerer. And his entire

department exists to investigate the
paranormal.

And he comprises the entire department.

There's a rich and tangy firmament out
there right now for the bizarre and the

unexplained. The bizarre and the
unexplained?

Yes. Because even though all of our...

Scientists would love to eliminate magic
from religion.

How do you do that?

How do you do that when a seed sprouting
from the ground or the

marvel of a functioning umbilical cord
are just as miraculous as any fairy imp

or army of zombies leaping from the
crypt?

People want to believe.

And yet...

So...

Has there ever been a UFO sighting in
the Meadowlands?

Oh.

Quite a few, in fact.

Okay.

So, assuming that our missing girl was
taken by aliens, or whatever, where

do you think that she might be?

Most likely, she's wandering the streets
of New York City.

But somewhere in the past.

The past?

Well, many who claim to have been
abducted by aliens share similar

The spaceship snatched them up and took
them on a journey only to plop them back

down in the same place they were
snatched from, but years earlier.

Will Emily Wyatt ever get back home?

It's difficult to say.

Maybe or maybe not.

But if she does, she'll doubtless retain
no memory of what happened to her.

In some ways, she'll always remain
missing.

Didn't know what time it was, the lights
were low.

I leaned back on my radio.

Some cat was laying down some rock and
roll. That's what I said.

Then the loud sounds, it seemed to bite.

Came back like a slow voice on a wave of
ice.

That one old DJ, that was Paisley
Cosmica.

There's a star man waiting in the sky.

He'd like to come and meet us, but he
thinks he'd blow our minds. There's a

man waiting in the sky. He knows us,
doesn't know us, doesn't

know us.

I'm here!

Here! I'm here!

I'm here!

Take me home!

It's a specialized, unauthorized area of
the wetlands, which is often

used as a testing ground for new
military aircraft.

In this case, a prototype helicopter
with terrain -following radar that

it to perform what are called Nape of
the Earth missions.

The LSD that you and Sebastian Grayson
bide made it seem more than that. There

were no Martians, no spaceship, and Carl
Stefanski was not involved.

But how did Rocket Girl die?

The thrust of the aircraft is so strong
that it actually forced

her down deep into that soft, porous
swale of the wetlands.

Basically, she drowned.

Yes. It was no crime.

You hear that, Chris?

The earth is safe from the little green
men once again.

And this time the contrived reality was
the correct explanation.

Yes, but how do you know they're not on
their way here now?

Yeah, well, I hope they're bringing a
pizza, because I'm starving.

I guess we'll have to cut their rock
star loose.

Well, at least we nailed Stefanski for
making death threats against them.

Yeah.

Keeping the world once again safe.

The arrogant bastards who treat girls
like crap.

This one is for a rocky girl.

Hello.

What's this? Two backstage passes to
tonight's gig at Max's Kansas City.

Apparently I'm a free man.

The show will go on.

I have a plan tonight.

Oh, come on.

Let me show you some more intricacies of
human frailty.

I know them all.

No.

Well, just think about it.

I don't know how much longer I'm going
to be in this racket.

This whole Rocket Girl thing just really
got me thinking about forever.

One more thing, because it would be a
violation of my subculture not to say

You are a really, really, really, really

sexy chick, little orphan Annie.

Okay.

You know, I just wish that everything
wasn't so...

Explainable. Trust me.

Everything's not. You know, I wish that
there was just a sign, you know?

That things aren't always what they
seem.

We live.

We die.

Nobody knows why.

I wanted to give you something.

It's a St. Christopher medal.

I want you to have it.

What for?

St. Christopher is the patron saint of
travelers.

I think of you as a traveler, Sam.

Whoa, where are you going?

To the Sebastian Grace concert. He gave
me two tickets.

Do you want to go?

Yeah, I mean, that sounds like fun.

I was talking to Chris.

Oh, okay.

Heck yeah.

Thanks.

See you, Sam.

Do I get to say I'm with the band? I've
always wanted to say I'm with the band.

You get to say I'm with the band.

Yeah.

Make your way

There's

no full file You've seen it?

Uh -oh.

She really went, went, went.

She really went when she went.

She was the last planet active.