All language subtitles for Of Starlight - 2011

If we can get them to commit to 10
million euros, and that's a cakewalk for

them, then we'll be well past our goals
for the quarter.

Yeah, my personal goal will be
destroyed.

All about the bonus.

Look, I'll have my admin send you an
email in the morning, and I'll get the

forms over to you, all right?

Great. All right, well, good night.

Good morning.

Okay, bye.

Terry McDermott.

I haven't seen him talk to anybody.

Okay.

Well, thank you very much. If we have
any more questions, we'll come and find

you. Of course. Thank you.

So what do we got?

Pretty solid.

I was on the phone for the last two
hours with someone in Switzerland.

We're up until the call to the cell.

We got two plane tickets to Zurich,
Switzerland, hotel reservations,

hotel reservations in Florence, Italy,
and two tickets back to the States from

Rome.

Uh, office one was in use pretty much
all night.

Cabby picked him up ten minutes later
outside his office.

Did you check him out anywhere?

Guy just lost his wife and dad. It's all
an alibi.

Who's always suspect one?

Oh, yeah.

Mr.

McDermott?

I'm Detective Nolan.

You spoke to my partner, Detective Sam?

First off, uh, I'm very sorry about your
wife.

I gotta ask, any problems in your
marriage?

We were going to Switzerland to close
the deal.

And then spend two weeks in Italy.

Make that right.

I don't know anything.

I don't.

I don't.

I don't.

Well, Black Batman?

He's got nothing to do with it unless
he's the greatest actor since Al Pacino.

No. No way.

Not his latest work. It sucks.

I think Sea of Love was the best review.
How's the scene?

Crime scene left a little while ago.

Didn't find much. No blood, no prints,
no fibers.

Oh, and prurium cause of death is acute
hyperpyrexia of the brain.

Huh? That's what I said.

Kind of like a microwave if I had a
brain from the inside.

Some scorching in the flesh.

Not enough to cause death or even a
scar, really.

You can go home if you want.

Kind of spooky now.

Figure ghosts are still there.

Save your chin.

Looks like a nut sack.

Okay, Mr. McDermott.

You can go home now.

The detectives are done now.

In the next day or two, the coroner will
release your wife to whomever you made

arrangements.

Again.

This XM Love is XM23.

And all your favorite love songs from
Luther Vandross to Ron Stewart.

XM24.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hi, Mr. McDormand. We were wondering if
we could take another quick look at the

scene.

Didn't you guys get any sleep?

It's 3 p.m., sir.

Oh.

Relax, though.

We'll take a look around and show us
what's up.

Where's your piece?

I forgot it. The fuck?

I had a beer at lunch. One beer? Yeah.
And sure, it got me one man in that pool

and then one.

Maybe that's why you haven't got a
promotion in, what, three years?

Do we need to print McDermott even to
eliminate him?

No, he took an internship with the IRS
in college, so he's on file already.

First thing I checked.

What's this?

Don't matter to see if I didn't love
her.

They're alright.

Except Redhead a guy I hate.

That's the new EAP, aren't we?

Yeah, man.

It's BOSS.

Looks like it's just a partial, but if
he's in the system, we'll get him.

Good.

This is right over where her head was.

You mean when she died?

Yeah.

You know, she was alright looking.

See the autopsy photos?

She had all kinds of piercings and
tattoos and shit.

Pretty wild.

What's she doing with a douchebag like
this anyway?

But hey, money begets pussy, right?

Uh, Mr.

McDermott.

Bob, take the prints to the station.

I'll cap it there.

This is real gourmet stuff, Mr.
McDermott.

My wife buys it at the Maxwell House.

Tina's vices.

Good coffee and expensive wine.

Mr. McDermott, this hole.

Was it always here?

No.

No, I don't think so.

Of course, then again, I'm never home.

Look, I'm a busy guy.

Wife, kids, job.

But if you ever need a stiff drink,
well, one with company, call.

We're working hard on it.

Got prints.

Prints? Well, a partial.

Pretty good.

Do you want to see me, Lieutenant?

We're short-staffed, and we all
certainly know that your career could

use a boost.

Take a look.

First serial in decades.

What, Nolan Knight already on the
McDermott case?

Husband did it.

We don't think so. We really took a hard
look at this guy. The husband always

does it.

Why don't you give this to Lucas? She's
never on the heavy cases.

Let's just say that the captain has
Detective Lucas on special assignment.

How is the McDermott case coming?

Pretty good.

Got a partial print the crime scene
missed. Any matches?

I haven't gotten down to record yet. Why
not?

Because I'm in here talking to you. Get
the hell out of here and do your job.

Sam, where's your piece?

Hey, I just sent you an email with an
attachment.

It's a partial print.

I need you to put a rush on it. When the
results come back, contact me or

Detective Nolan, alright?

Cool. Thanks, fella.

Have a seat.

Um, some good news.

I found a partial print in your
bathroom.

Yeah, the, uh, the other guy told me.

So you can catch him.

Ever notice it's always him?

It was a woman?

No, no. Well, we don't know, but it
probably was the guy.

But I guess women with need, they have a
bargaining chip, right?

What? They're a woman. That's the chip.

Flap that cleavage, show the top of that
thong, straight up sleep around.

You're serious?

Hey, if I could sleep my way to the top,
I would. I'm not throwing girls under

the bus or anything. I'm just saying, no
need to commit a crime, really.

My wife wasn't like that.

I had nothing before we met.

She was a speech therapist, worked with
kids.

She could have been like my friend's
wives and stayed at home and bought

clothes and shoes.

But she wanted to help.

We talked about stuff.

We talked about life.

My friends' wives, they open their
mouths, but they say nothing.

So, uh... So, a print.

Uh, yeah, like I said, uh, just a
partial, but it should give the computer

enough to match someone up.

But if the perp's never been printed, if
he, uh...

If the person responsible had never been
fingerprinted, then any proof we get is

pretty much useless.

Until we get someone based on other
clues, then we print them, match it up

that way.

So, um... So what happened to my wife?

You guys figure that out yet?

Uh, yeah, we can figure out some basic
movements based on facts, like you never

saw a prowler skulking around your
windows, the window was open.

TV was on.

Weekend, figure out where the perp broke
in, where your wife was, and where they

ended up.

Tell me.

I need to know.

You'll kill me at first, but I need to
know.

This girl I dated last year, she cheated
on me.

I need to know, like, every little thick
detail.

I hated it, but it kind of cleansed me,
you know? No making shit up in my head.

I'll copy the file.

Thank you.

The parcel came back.

Hello? Picked up on a B&E last year, but
your dumbass uniform's never read them.

It's right.

Released within hours.

Leaf? Journeyman?

Fucking name sounds made up.

You can find any name change or alias.

Social checks out. He says he's a
computer technician?

Freelance? What's the part?

I'll go to the courthouse, get a wire on
this guy.

No blood, no DNA, no witness, no other
trace of this guy besides the smudge on

the wall?

Maybe he hooked up the cable and took a
sip before he left, for Christ's sakes.

Are you kidding me?

There were no other prints in that place
except Mr. and Mrs. McDermott, and her

mother's from a visit last Thanksgiving.

No record of any damn cable hookup or
anything else.

Look, Detective, I'm sorry. Not gonna
happen.

I'm not gonna risk my rep on this
paper-thin bullshit.

Hey, it's me.

Yeah, it's Nuggo, boss.

Bob, how could you fuck this up?

It's not my fault. She's a fucking
bitch.

Chris.

Chris!

I'll come down and do it tonight.

Detective. Mind if my friend Jim and I
come in?

I know you investigate a lot of crimes.

I doubt you have a drinking session
with...

The families of all the victims.

That partial print we found?

It's a no-go.

So you can't figure out who it is?

No, we know exactly who it is.

He died where he lives.

What? To go get him?

Not enough.

All we have is this smudge, nothing
else. And the DA won't make anything out

of it unless we go and get more
evidence.

Won't go to trial with half a print.

What do we do?

Tell me.

I'd like to say that we lean on him.

Watch him slip up, look deeper into his
background.

But honestly, with our budget, it's not
going to happen.

Besides, if he's done this before, he's
probably just as clean.

That smudge is probably the biggest
fuck-up.

Just to get going, but I'm on this side
of legal.

Do something!

I pay your salary! Do you know how much
I'm taxed? Do something!

Mr. McDermott, take your fucking hands
off me.

I... I... I'm... I'm... Hey, hey, hey.

It's okay.

I'm following your shoes.

So you go to this place, and the guy
will set you up.

How will I know him?

Don't worry.

He'll know you.

This...

...is

the perp's address.

Thanks.

Justice has to be done, man.

Want a crib?

Stella? Bob, look at this shit.

Stella, tell them what you told them.

Well, Detective Nolan asked me to look
into similar cases. These crimes or

murders resembling the McDermott's go
back decades.

All over the place.

The fucking 50s. Like the fucking 100s.

Burn marks on the chest and head.

No other injuries. Crime scene otherwise
clean.

Many have no prints.

Some maybe a partial.

And those partials match our guy.

Jesus, New Mexico, Colorado, California,
Oregon, Detroit, New York City, Boston,

Pittsburgh.

Our guy isn't this old.

Maybe he's a copycat. In any case, we
have enough of a warrant, right?

Uh, we'll need it, bro.

What?

Stella, could you excuse us, please?

I think our guy might take care of this
himself.

What?

Give the guy closure, man. It's not like
we haven't looked the other way before.

That's when we had to, but now... Will's
already in motion, man.

Look at the pink squirrel.

I'm about to drop a deuce.

Watch my shit for me, Terry.

Hello, Mr. McDermott.

Detective Dolan.

Is it new public policy to keep in such
personal contact with

the families of victims?

Can I come in?

Look, I appreciate you looking out for
me, but... Let me in, please.

Yes, please.

Off duty.

Well, you might as well put that out.

You know, when I was in high school,

My girlfriend was killed by a drunk
driver.

Hit and run. Never got the guy.

You know why you become a cop?

Me?

Anyway, uh... I know it's nothing like
having your wife murdered.

I know this.

I don't know how you feel.

But... I wanted to kill this guy.

No, it's something your partner said.

Ever notice how the unknown suspect is
always a he?

Guess the feminists don't want equal
opportunity when it comes to being

assumed a criminal.

Sorry.

Not the same.

I spent so much energy wanting to kill
the fucker.

If I did, I'd have nothing.

Like being in jail, I wouldn't have a
great family, great life, friends,

house. I mean, life is good.

And as much as it hurt when she died and
that there was no justice, that,

what I really felt, that justice
wouldn't have been worth what I never

would have had.

a fucking kid.

Everything ahead.

Nothing to lose.

And that's what you lost.

Nothing.

No disrespect to your girlfriend.

But you're right.

That's what she was.

Some girl you used to kiss at the
movies.

to have kids in Europe.

We had her cycle plotted out to the very
day and hour when we should make love.

And now my kids will never be.

You piece of shit.

I had everything and it was taken from
me.

You lost nothing.

I'm a fucking cop!

Thank you.

Needs more power.

Darkman had a weapon.

Strong.

You killed my wife.

Deposit not far enough.

Travel the void.

Stop too close.

I remember your image.

The last thing she thought.

I remember her path.

Close. So close. The building.

The building. Thought it was the
building. What?

You people.

Such a place. Your planet.

Perfection. Size.

Gaseous composition.

Distance from primary starlight.

You destroy it.

You should all kill yourselves.

Because you will.

Who are you?

For so long.

So long. So close.

Knew it was this continent.

Star log computer.

Auto shift to land.

These coordinates.

But too much damage.

Moon.

Didn't account for it.

What the fuck?

I will go home.

Travel the void.

Not endless beauty like your wife.

But travel.

To my home.

Download into database encryption.

See the radiation.

Smell the solar winds.

Until... Download.

My soul.

Generals will receive message.

Command. Attack.

One more test.

No pain, Terry McDermott.

civilians. Unarmed civilians.