All language subtitles for Life on Mars S01E13 Revenge of Broken Jaw

How do we know where we belong?

We define ourselves by our connections
with others, with people we see and

interact with every day.

I miss the earth so much. I miss my
wife.

It's lonely out of faith.

Tyler!

On such a timeless flight.

And I think it's gonna be a long, long
time Until this time brings me round

again to find I'm not the man they think
I am at all Oh no, no, no

I'm the rocket man

Sam, you've been the victim of violence.
There is a reason the department orders

officers shot in the line of duty to
undergo psychological evaluations.

It's because we often have unpredictable
reactions to stressful situations.

I know, but what I just discussed was
just a dream.

Understand? A dream of being frozen in
time. Actually, everyone else was

I was kind of...

you know, moving around.

That is textbook post -trauma behavior.

You put up emotional walls. You are
reluctant, even frightened, to let

in. Isn't that right?

Maybe. I don't know.

You need to tear down these walls, Sam.
Reach out to people you care about. Let

them into your world. You're not in hide
anymore.

It's time to start making this place
feel like home.

I guess he made sense.

Maybe I should start acting like I'm
going to look around for a while.

You know, that's great, Sam.

Seems like you're working out a lot of
your issues.

Issues? You think I have issues?

I think you have more issues than Life
magazine.

That's funny, Annie. I know. Hey, I was
thinking, maybe we could go for a

cappuccino sometime.

If I knew what a cappuccino was, I might
say yes.

It's just fancy coffee.

Cappuccino. Do they drink those a lot in
2008?

It's more of a 90s thing.

Hey, hey.

I just, um... You know, after everything
that's happened and

being here in 19... New York...

You've been a good friend.

You too, Sam.

There's Junior Cub Scout around here,
Skelton. You're losing a merit badge

this.

All the closed circuit places that are
showing the fight have been sold out for

a month.

No excuse.

We've only been talking about this since
Norton Ali won.

You should have been on top of this.

What about you, Tyler? You get your
ticket to Broken Jaw?

Nope. I got a feeling Ali's already got
this one in the bag.

Really?

Because I'm wondering how many more
jawbones Norton has to break before Ali

all washed up.

Care to back that up, Ray?

20 bucks.

Make it 40.

Tyler, I saw Frazier floor Ali at the
Garden in 71.

A powder puff had him seeing stars.

But I'd be happy to take your money.

In the head -to -head match, Rocky
Mastriano would have knocked them all

I saw him drop Jersey Joe Walcott with a
sushi cube to take the title of 55.

A thing of beauty.

Hey, Luke.

Got some guy tying up the phone all
morning. Says he wants to speak to the

in charge of the detectives. Who is it?

Wouldn't say.

Take a message, Phyllis, would you? He's
making threats.

Your mind?

Give it here.

Lieutenant Gene Hunt speaking.

What do you want?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, this imperialist pig is busy. Get
to the point. We act on this date in

response to continued American tyranny
and oppression at home and abroad.

These bombings are a strike to the heart
of the U .S. Gestapo organization.

What?

What did you just say?

What bombings?

Hell of a blatter. You got windows up
and down the block?

It's a blatter.

You a blatter? You kidding me? What's a
blatter?

Bar. More like a national monument. 61
years pouring booze at the cops.

Served up a mean steak and eggs, too,
and a vodka chaser, and a beer chaser

chaser.

Oh, God.

Four males, one female, at least two
were employees.

Get a cabin started. Find some
witnesses.

Okay, guys, I need you to move back.
There's nothing to see. The hell there

ain't. Just get behind the barricade,
okay?

Thank you.

Who could have done this?

A phone call.

The weatherman claimed responsibility.

I guess you don't mean the guys who say
it's gonna rain.

The weather underground.

Student radicals.

Terrorists. Good for nothing.

Take it for granted.

Spoiled know -it -alls. Put bombs.

This is bad, boss.

Three of them are ours.

James Boland.

Mike Sadowski.

I'll cry.

You got an official cause and origin
yet, Chief? The detonation point was

by the bar.

Burn patterns suggest a flammable liquid
like kerosene was also used.

That's why I took out the whole
building.

Yeah, I did, Detective.

Bagged some pieces.

Looks like it's from an alarm clock.

That is old school.

Even Al -Qaeda's known to use electronic
timers.

Al -who?

Never mind.

Bowls, ski, grass.

They good friends of yours?

We were gonna watch the fight together.

I'm sorry.

I drank these special drinks that, if
made correctly, had smoke rise out of

glass.

Crash invented it.

Called them burning questions.

Why is one quiet on these mooks?

Bugged out at our last safe house.

That's why they're called Weather
Underground.

Hit the campuses, coffee houses.

Shake down anyone with a button on their
blouse.

Bump sticker on their banjo.

Said the caller mentioned bombs, plural.

We've got to find these guys before they
hit again.

Is there a reason why Glennis was
targeted? It might tell us where they're

to hit next.

Seems pretty straightforward to me.

They're targeting cops.

You've got to save the pigs.

You've got to save the big pig.

You think it's going to be a long, long
time, Rocket Man?

My name is Dan Tyler.

I was in an accident, and I woke up in
1973.

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

on a different planet.

Now maybe if I can work out the reason,
I can get home.

As far as we could tell, Glendis, this
was targeted because it was a cop bar.

The dad in them was just in the wrong
place, wrong time.

Except they were in that wrong place all
the time.

Must run in the family, huh?

The army engineers told me the mines in
that paddock were cleared.

You didn't see them much no more? They
were retired. I'm still on the job. No

schedules.

We was going to watch the fight.

Yeah? And get pasted on those ridiculous
drinks on fire?

Burning question.

You remember?

Your father loved you very much, Danny.

He told me many times how proud of you
he was.

Yeah. He never mentioned it to me.

But me and Pop didn't have much to say
to each other these days.

He was proud of me when I ran that
kickoff back 98 yards to win state in

Remember that? I sure do.

We all went out for lobster after.

He was proud of me when I enlisted, too.

Sure was.

You know what?

That pride was gone when I came back in
this chair.

Dang it.

No, it was. It was. That's why he...

Kept on working on cases even after you
retired.

Couldn't stand to be in the same room as
this busted up son.

Things are supposed to be done. You got
a cripple in your house. Light switches

lowered, ramps put in. 14 months I'm
home and still panning around this

flashlight.

God forbid I come home and it's night
and the lights are off.

I'm sorry.

I hate that line so much it doesn't even
mean anything anymore.

Surveillance reports, photos, suspect
file.

This all came from Krasner's home? I
thought he was retired.

The way they run the ground was sort of
an obsession.

It's kind of ironic that he was killed
by them, don't you think? Not

necessarily.

He had many obsessions.

His name is Rodney Slavin. I saw footage
of him leading a demonstration.

Look at his eyes.

They're different colors.

Pretty cool.

Like David Bowie.

Maybe we should look into him. Call
Bossy. See what they can dig up. He

have something on him. Great.

This is like one big cardboard hard
drive.

Got something here, boss. Professor Pat
Olson teaches a poli -sci course at

Columbia University.

The name of the course? The role of the
radical subversive in the enlightenment

of our epoch. Sounds angry.

Here's a list of his A students.

No coincidence that they're also active
members of the Weathermen.

This goes back to 68?

You know what they say.

Those who can't do, teach.

Those who can't teach...

inspire extreme revolutionary fervor.
Bring this guy in.

He and I need to have a talk.

We're looking

for Professor Pat Olson. We can't just
barge in here, ma 'am.

Not too bright, are you, Professor?

Let him go.

Mind your own business, sugar mouth,
then you won't be minding mine. Except

is my business.

Not where I come from, it ain't. Well,
tell me, where you come from, is Pat

sometimes short for Patricia?

See if you can get that cleaned up,
Petey. Leave the keys under the visor.

The professor's a twirl.

Uh -huh. Lookie, lookie.

I know you.

Jean Hunt.

Because every autocracy needs a tyrant.

I am not a tyrant.

I am a dictator.

Big difference.

Do I get to call a lawyer, or is it
straight to the jackboots in the

Stick the professor in lost and found.

Who did that to your car, boss?

Kids. Kids did this.

It's what higher learning does.

They major in stupid with a minor in
idiot.

You want to throw it while we talk,
Professor Olsen? Don't come in,

We're clearly not in my classroom.

Okay.

Patricia, then.

Pat. Patty.

Trish. Trisha.

Which do you prefer?

You do know you've kidnapped me without
cause or warrant.

You don't know why you're in here?

No. Don't shine us on.

Pat, Patty, Trish, Tricia.

Don't do that.

Does it really matter what I do or say?

You'll beat a confession out of me if
you have to, won't you? I will.

It's what we call in this line of work,
the perks.

Okay, a bar called Lannister's was
bombed this morning.

I heard.

What does it have to do with me? Five
people were killed.

That interest you at all?

Three of them cops, men I knew.

Good men.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I am.

If they were, as you say, good men.

However, I remain dubious.

Dubious?

Dubious about what?

That in this day and age there are such
a thing as cops who are good men.

Maybe I will have that soda now.

Let me tell you about my good buddy
Clark, who died.

I stood with him when he married his
bride, Millie.

I stood with him 30 years later when he
buried her.

We toasted the birth of his son
together.

He was eight months retired.

That's terribly sad.

But I'm sure Adolph Eichmann and Joseph
Goebbels had similar stories of

friendship and loss.

The weathermen are behind the bombing.

Disciples of yours, I understand.

Some of them were former students.

That's all.

I don't know anything about a bombing. I
want to talk to my husband.

But the underground is planning another
bombing today.

Do you hear anything about that from
your former students?

If you're mixed up in this, we will
build a case against you, Professor

That I promise.

This happened to one of my students.

A champion tennis player. Now he'll
never play again because cops like you

his arm to railroad him for an armed
robbery.

I know how you work.

You've already made up your mind about
my guilt.

Out of curiosity, are you right -handed
or left -handed?

It's your job.

First, my wife. I want to speak to my
wife. I want to speak to my wife right

now. Who's your wife?

Professor Patricia Olson.

Goons from this precinct kidnapped her
right out of her classroom.

Mr. Olson. Dr.

Olson. Dr.

Richard Olson. Dr. Olson.

Your wife is being questioned at the
moment regarding an ongoing

Now, you and your daughter will just
have a seat. I'll let the detectives

you're here.

What's your name?

Laura. Laura.

Would you like a chocolate bar? I think
there's one left in the vending machine.

Yes, please.

Well, at some point, we're going to run
out of time on the situation.

And at that point, the loot will beat
the truth out of the professor if he has

to.

Talking about the boxing match, right?
Yeah.

What did you just say?

What did you say? Do I know you,
chucklehead? Where is my wife, Professor

Patricia Olsen?

Oh, the professor?

Well, in case you didn't know it, pal,
your wife is a terrorist.

Now sit down before I lock you up, too.

Come on, pal. Let's get you a seat.

Ray,

I just got a call from communications.

There's another situation.

Another bomb situation.

Step back.

What is that?

Bomb squad, toddler. That's your bomb
squad?

You didn't have bomb squads at high? We
did, but they weren't basket keepers.

Boss, you might not want to go back
there. It's still live.

Boss. What's he doing?

It's his guide.

Runes! Lunch! Thank the Lord in heaven
it's you.

God help me, pal.

I'm so scared I can't move. My arm is
numb. My ass is asleep.

I beat myself.

How long have you been sitting here,
Rooney?

All damn day.

I heard about the Glen.

So I've had to see him. I turn this key
halfway and I hear this.

There's a click under my seat like I've
never heard before.

Loud click.

Hunter, don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

I'm not going anywhere.

Hey! The lieutenant can't be here.

What happened to them? The balls of
speed.

They crashed. Did they get hurt? Let's
get you out of this. Then we'll talk.

Oh, man.

Who, Gene? Which one of the guys?

It's me and you now, Runes.

I need

you guys to stand back.

Come on, Gene. I'm not going anywhere.

Don't leave me. Stay with my guy.

Stay with the Runes. Please, Lieutenant.

Please, stand back.

Lieutenant, you gotta step back. No,
sir. No, sir.

Hey, Ray.

The guy with the ponytail.

I saw him outside Glenister's. You sure?

Absolutely. Stay with my guy. Get him
out of here. Just stay easy. Go easy,

detective. Try to stay calm.

Do your job, son. Do your job.

Rodney Slavin. He's like a rock star.

His eyes.

We gotta get back out there.

They're not finished.

Sam, should I be calling my family home?

Telling them to get out of the city?

Let these people scare you. I know. I
know.

Terrorists won't. I was going to say
they'll always have the advantage, but

that's catchy.

Well, he's one you don't have to worry
about. Rodney Slade died a year ago. He

OD'd.

He's dead?

He is.

Look, check this out. There's the
professor in the crowd.

She's one of them.

The weatherman.

And?

This is the guy Chris saw at both
bombings, Eric Larson.

We need to send out an alarm.

It can't be just a coincidence that four
of Hunt's friends on the job were all

on the receiving end of weatherman bombs
today.

Hunt knows a lot of cops.

Yeah, but this wasn't random.

I mean, they were all targets.

There's got to be another bomb.

Arthur Rooney helped to protect the city
for over 40 years, and you blew him up!

You blew him up! You blew him up! Hey!

Stop!

If this woman doesn't tell me who's
responsible for killing those men, I'm

to punch her so hard, down on Canal
Street, they'll be stepping over her

I understand.

We got eyewitnesses placing this man,
Eric Larson, at the scene of both

bombings. We got wire transcripts,
manifestos, fake IDs, you name it. All

proving your connection to the weather
underground.

Conspiracy to commit murder.

That's major time upstate, Professor
Olsen.

And cop killings?

That adds to the jolt.

Where did you get these?

You give us the names of the other
targets, you'll be looking at a lot less

time. Might even be out in time to see
your daughter off to college.

My daughter is the reason I do what I
do.

I don't want her growing up in a world
where imperialist pigs wallow in their

own excrement.

All the children in this city are the
reason I do what I do.

Look, trust me when I say this, you
won't be remembered as heroes.

You'll be seen as spoiled thugs,
hoodlums, terrorists.

It's terrorism when I stand up for my
rights.

Tell me, why is it the government
-sanctioned violence is tolerated,

slaughtered a million Vietnamese
civilians without even blinking, and I'm

criminal? The people you killed today
were innocent.

Anyone who isn't part of the revolution
can't be considered innocent.

The people you killed stood up for this
city.

Other than being imperialist pigs, what
possible reason could you have had to

take their lives?

They were part of something they
shouldn't have been a part of.

What are you talking about?

He knows what I'm talking about.

He ran the group.

The Red Squad.

Boss, what's she talking about?

Me and the professor need to chat some
more.

Get out.

I promise I won't kill her.

Yet.

What are you looking for?

Yeah, I'm working on finding a current
address for Lawson, but so far no dice.

Better hope Hunt can get that loon to
the thing, otherwise we're going to have

bigger problems than we're to watch the
fight.

Well, Hunt just kicked me out. Who knows
what the hell kind of medieval

thumbscrew he was using on the
professor.

Kicked you out?

What'd you do, spaceman? Take her side?

Ray, listen.

You ever hear about the loot running
some group called, uh, the Red Squad?

Red Squad?

Yeah. Yeah, I heard rumors.

Nothing involving the loot.

Supposedly, they were a group of lawmen
that ran under the radar surveillance of

radical groups.

Supposedly?

Bit of a myth.

Like the Tooth Fairy and mermaids.

Never really existed. Just a ploy to
keep the hippies paranoid.

Hmm.

Let the loot have its time. He ain't
gonna hurt her. He's just gonna have her

think he's gonna hurt her.

Been running interrogations since the
night Samson met Delilah.

He's doing my due diligence, following
up on the Robbie Thielen autopsy report.

I thought Slavin died of a drug
overdose. He did, but it wasn't heroin.

According to the report, hydromorphone
was the drug that killed him.

Or a mesutical grade.

Enough to put down an elephant.

Hydromorphone. That's not really a
street drug, is it? I thought it was

another thing, look at the date of death
in the report.

He died exactly one year ago today.

Died or he was killed.

So on the anniversary of his death, four
cops get blown up.

Like I said, I thought it was odd.

You were vigilante cops.

I've had your names ever since the
weathermen infiltrated your offices. You

terrorized them, dangled them by their
ankles outside of windows, threw tear

grenades into their homes, and when that
didn't work, let's just say nobody

knows better than me the lengths you'd
go to.

Look, Professor, if the Red Squad did
exist, I'm sure their goal was to

the public.

From collegiate communists who were
trying to overthrow the government and

the city down.

Boss? What?

We need to ask Pat a few questions.

Two minutes, that's it.

Five seconds over and your ass is out of
here.

I had no idea the whole good cop, bad
cop thing was more than just the stuff

old police dramas.

How well did you know Rodney Slavin?

We were friends.

Was Slavin a junkie?

He never touched the stuff his whole
life.

But he died of a drug overdose, didn't
he?

Exactly one year ago.

Today?

He didn't die of an overdose. They just
wanted it to look that way.

They?

Who's they?

You should know better than anyone,
Hunt.

It was your Red Squad patriots who
killed him.

Jean? Jean?

Jean. Can we... for a moment?

I can see a scenario where the Red Squad
might have found it necessary to get

rid of one dangerous radical to protect
the city.

You think the Red Squad murdered Rodney
Slavin?

I'm just saying, I can see how it could
have happened based on the surveillance

coming out of these boxes. They may have
tuned him up, beat him up, framed him

up, or called him dirty names. But no
way in hell my cops shot him up with

to kill him. Maybe Rooney, Krasner, and
the rest did it without you knowing.

Nobody does anything without me knowing.
Either way, she thinks you remember the

Red Squad.

Which means we already know the target
of the next bomb.

It's you.

Yeah.

I was thinking, maybe she got out of
town, go somewhere sunny, you know,

we find Larson.

My ex -wife's been trying to kill me for
20 years.

So the hell with Professor and her
weathermen.

Even spiders crawling up my wall, I'd be
more afraid of.

What are you hovering for? Don't you got
an investigation to conduct?

Gene, give me a straight answer.

Who were the Red Squad?

The last of the hard men.

A dying breed.

But they weren't murderers.

That I knew.

A coffee is the worst form of torture
we've got.

You must miss him a lot.

Who? Rodney Slavin.

Why do you say that?

He was a friend of yours, wasn't he?

He was.

How long did you know him?

Is this another form of interrogation?

Not at all.

Just two women talking.

I met him when he was 18.

He arrived on campus ready to set the
world ablaze with his ideas.

He inspired a lot of people.

He did.

He could have done important things with
his life.

Rodney was...

fond of quoting the jazz musician
Charlie Parker, who said,

you learn all the notes and the chords
and the scales and you practice them and

practice them until you get them right,
and then you throw all that crap away

and you just wail.

Ronnie was just beginning to wail when
those men killed him.

Your daughter and your husband are out
there.

When can I see them?

I'm going to have to check with the
detectives.

Sam.

What?

Where?

Pat Olsen was in love with Rodney.

How do you know that?

Lemon nodded. She loved me.

Well, she'll have plenty of time to
reflect on her broken heart in prison.

no, no. Sam, I'm sorry.

What?

Dr. Olsen, this is Detective Tyler.

Detective, Dr. Rich Olson.

Look, what's happening?

I just want to see my wife.

Um, we're still questioning her, Doctor.
And Sam, have you met Laura?

We've got to save the pigs.

So have I.

Is my mother going to be okay?

You want to kill somebody else today,
Professor?

Is that going to make your daughter
proud of you?

You're a selfish woman, you hear me?
You're a selfish piece of crap.

And one of these days you're going to
wake up and your daughter's going to be

the real victim here. Your daughter.

Now, where is that last bomb?

Tell me, Professor.

Look over.

Where can we find Eric Larson?

I would like very much to see my
daughter.

Larson planted those bombs, didn't he? I
won't betray the cause, Detective.

I don't regret anything I've done.

I want to kill this woman, Sam.

I do.

I won't.

Because I could never commit murder.

But I want to.

Very badly.

I want to kill this woman, Sam.

Are you okay? Are you hurt? I'm fine,
Richard. Thank God you're here.

They are maniacs, this one.

Quite possibly the worst person I've
ever encountered.

Where's Laura?

She's not fine.

Take a seat, Dr. Ross.

Why? What for?

Just take a seat.

One year ago today, someone killed
Rodney Slavin with a hot shot of

hydromorphone that stopped his heart.

And contrary to what you might believe,
Professor Olsen, the Red Squad had

nothing to do with it.

Contrary to what you believe, Detective,
Rodney was not a junkie.

But the hydromorphone was pharmaceutical
grade. Yes, the kind that well

-connected cops have easy access to. And
to doctors.

And hospitals.

According to the investigation, there
was no sign of forced entry to Slavin's

apartment.

Suggesting Slavin knew the man who
killed him.

You knew she was having an affair with
Slavin, didn't you?

I mean, I know you always thought he was
a genius, but does that make me stupid?

What I didn't know was how long it had
gone on.

I stayed away from slaving and Pat's
radical friends, but

about a year or so ago, I ran into

Rodney at the green grocer.

I saw his eyes.

And I knew those eyes.

I knew them.

Because they were... Because they were
your daughter's eyes.

Your bastard son.

Richard.

No.

Four officers are dead over a domestic
squabble?

I never realized that he'd go this far,
Richard.

And not over politics, not over some
cause, but for love?

You?

Who insisted?

Who insisted?

You couldn't be fully mine while in the
middle of a revolution.

You're a hypocrite.

Phony.

This whole thing had nothing to do with
her.

And everything to do with her.

What are you guys doing here?

This is what it looks like we're doing,
Tyler.

The fight starts in 45 minutes, and
thanks to Chris over here, these are our

ringside seats.

But I'm ordering pizza.

Yeah, big deal.

So are you guys looking for a place to
watch the fight?

Yeah.

I know a place.

God, it's Billy Undercard.

What do you know about this place,
Spaceman?

Well, you know, I live around the
corner.

Uh -huh.

I walk by it. I don't go in. You're a
saint.

It was a big sign. It said the fight was
on, so... You know, one day you're not

going to have to come to a strip bar to
watch a fight. Well, that's a day I hope

I never see.

Hey,

I'm feeling so confident about Norton.
What do you say we triple the bet?

You're on.

I'm sucking for the underdog.

Not bad, Danny.

Good.

Sorry about your dad.

I'm glad you could make it, Gene.

I'm glad you brought your friend.

Appreciate it. Thanks a lot.

What have we here? Two burning questions
for you guys. Make the order.

Run back there, honey.

I have to make one more for my friend
here.

I think you know, Sam, that when things
we care

about go away, it can be easy to forget
our place in the journey.

I think I'm ready to start living here
in 1973.

How did you come to that conclusion?

Because there are some things here that
make breaking down those

walls absolutely worthwhile.

Because I think I have to begin to make
peace with the now.

But I have to tell you, Doctor, that as
long as I'm here...