All language subtitles for Millennium [3x09] - Omerta - SFM -

Salute.

Maybe here's OK.

How do I look?

- Good.
- You look good, Eddie.

Do you remember when we was just
four mooks who was boosting hubcaps?

- We were trying to be big men on the block.
- That was great.

- We was the four.
- Unstoppable.

We didn't need no Santo.

He needed us.
We did everything together.

Yeah, but, Eddie, you banged Santo's wife
all by your lonesome.

Eddie.

I got you a present.

I was saving it for you.
I know it's your favourite.

You're gonna be OK, Bony.

That is good grappa.

Let me hold the glass.

Oh...

Uh...

All right.

Here. There you go.

To the best bunch of guys I ever knew.

- Salute!
- Salute,

Remember,
below the neck and above the belt.

And don't hold back on account it's me.

Come on, already!

Aw, hell.

Let's get outta here.

What, sweetie?

Listen, it's OK to feel that.
I miss Mommy too.

Let's go get you something nice.

This is exactly the nail polish
I bought last year.

- Let's get some more.
- It was a gift for Mommy.

It's still wrapped up at home.

I hate Christmas. And my arm's broke.
And I just want Mommy back.

Yeah, sweetheart. It's OK.

Let's go somewhere for Christmas.
Go on a vacation.

Hm?

Get away from all this stuff.

OK.

Come on.

- I like it.
- I had a feeling you might.

- Who's that? Is that him?
- Yeah. That's Little Foot.

- I want to see him.
- You just did.

No, I mean the real one. Ow.

Careful.

What's that?

- A naked man.
- Eww. Gross.

They have it under control.

- Kids, go on inside. There's nothing to see.
- OK.

- Hey, pal. How we doin'?
- Good. Real good.

Thanks.

Up against the car.
Hands where I can see 'em.

You want to tell me who got shot
wearing that overcoat?

How's the room?
Got enough firewood?

Yeah. It's nice, thank you.
Very nice.

Is Little Foot any relation to Big Foot?

Big difference between Little Foot
and Big Foot is Little Foot's real.

- I want to see him.
- Expedition leaves in about five minutes.

They're meeting over by the front door.

He usually lets kids see him,
but not adults.

- Can I go, Daddy?
- Yeah, of course.

- Thanks, Dad. Bye.
- Bye. Hey...

Oh...

- Thank you. Bye.
- Bye.

Mr Black?

Sheriff Earl Parker. Coker Creek's honoured
to have a man of your reputation in town.

Thank you. It's a nice town.

Specially since I've got something
I could use some advice on.

- I'm here with my daughter.
- Just ten minutes of your time,

while your daughter's chasing Little Foot.
I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

Mr Ryan. The sheriff was hoping you
could tell us whose coat you were wearing.

16 bullet holes -judging from
the powder residue, shot at very close range.

What happened?

What happened was I was hunting deer.

Way up in the Yucca Flaw forest,

I tracked this beautiful blacktail deer
pretty far in,

Merry Christmas.

I should mention,
I know now that hunting is wrong.

Specially out of season.

Mr Ryan, what happened?

I was attacked by a wolf.

- Fatally.
- What are you saying? You died?

I felt death move into my body.

None of your Shirley MacLaine
"head towards the light" crap either,

You just get real cold,

Mm-hm.

- Well, you look fine.
- Sure.

Cos after the cold...

that's when the weird part happened.

I opened my eyes
and I'm in some kind of cave, I guess.

I'm still cold, but I'm not dead any more.

It was filled with this... feminine energy.

I know that sounds all New Age-y,
but that's what it was. Feminine energy.

I tried to get up, but it held me down.

- The feminine energy?
- Yeah.

Tell you the truth, best I ever felt.

This feminine presence,
did it say anything?

- No.
- Oh.

Well, maybe,

Yeah, now that I think of it,
there was this voice, Says:

"How'd the Yankees make out?"

- It asked you how the Yankees did?
- Yeah,

- And what did you say?
- I told them they swept the Padres in four,

And where did the coat come from, Al?

- I don't know.
- Al.

I don't know.

This is it.

See? I was way off the beaten path.

The deer was over there.
I walked towards... Oh, my God.

There it is. It happened right there.

- This is the kill zone.
- Hold him.

- The teeth marks, the money left behind.
- That's him.

- It's probably an animal attack.
- There's not a scratch on him.

But I was here. Like I said.

- Someone dragged the body up that way.
- That was me. My body.

Someone's up there.

Don't move! Little Foot, or whoever you are,
you're under arrest.

But I didn't do anything.
Police brutality! Police brutality!

I'm gonna sue.

- Police brutality!
- Shut up.

Police brutality!

Yeah. Sure, sure, what else are you gonna do?
Police brutality!

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Hey, Jordan.
- Hi.

- Merry Christmas, Frank.
- Merry Christmas.

Tell me about the man we found.
Eddie Giannini.

Santo family hit man.
You don't know his reputation?

- I don't know much about organised crime.
- Eddie "Scarpino" Giannini.

He was a top assassin
for the Santo crime organisation.

51 notches in his belt. He was supposed
to be dead, gone the way of Jimmy Hoffa.

These three men confessed to the murder.
They've been doing time.

So what now? Do they walk?

Already released.
But it gets worse than that.

Their confessions brought down
the Santo crime organisation.

Everything unravels now that Eddie's alive.
The bureau is in full panic mode.

They've got their first-string
organised-crime agents assigned to this.

What does "Scarpino" mean?

"Small shoes". It's an insulting reference
to his tiny... feet.

See you over there.

Mr Black, this is Jonathan Polgreen, lead
prosecutor on the original Santo family case.

- You're the one who brought Eddie in, right?
- Yes, I am.

I spent years on this case. Always imagined
what it would be like to talk to Scarpino.

This is gonna be fun.

- I'm looking forward to this.
- Don't get smart with me.

No, really. I am.

- You recognise these people?
- Sure.

This is Fat Sal
and this is Benny the Mechanic, right?

Fat Sal was a hell of a singer.

He might have played the lounges
or even the big room

if his luck had broken the other way.

And the Mechanic I didn't know too well,
but he seemed like a decent guy.

- Who killed them?
- Me. I shot both of them.

I mean, I realise now how wrong that was,
but, unfortunately, that's what happened.

- What else do you wanna know?
- Your friends pinned 51 murders on you.

Those guys! It's more like 27.

I made a list for you.
I apologise in advance about the spelling.

- Has he been Mirandised?
- Several times.

- You don't want a lawyer?
- He'd just tell me to keep my mouth shut.

Vincente Santo ordered these executions,
didn't he?

I take personal responsibility
for what I've done.

- Don't bring Santo or anybody into this.
- What's your ruse, Eddie?

A ruse is if I said
I was in church, saying my prayers.

- I'm trying to help you out here, capeesh?
- You faked your own death.

Three wise guys plea-bargained
to a single murder charge - yours -

in exchange for testimony which let us
put away Santo and his top soldiers.

But then you reappear.
The whole case falls apart.

And that's how Santo and his soldiers
get out of prison.

You see, this is why no one
cooperates with law enforcement!

Do you realise that these crimes
lead directly to the death penalty?

There are worse things than that.

There are?

- Where have you been the last nine years?
- Vegas, Hawaii, bunch of places.

Where have you been?

Nowhere.

Eddie. Do you mind if I call you Eddie?

Just don't call me Scarpino.

- Eddie, what about your overcoat?
- What overcoat?

The one with the 16 bullet holes in it.

According to our labs,
it's covered with your blood type.

And a man we found wearing it,
who led us to you...

I thought we were talking
about the citizens I killed.

He said he was mauled by a wolf.

But, like you,
he looks in really good shape.

- Well, that's crazy.
- What's in the woods, Eddie?

C'mon.

Don't go there.
It's got nothing to do with... anything.

You go there, you're gonna regret it.

What have you done?
What have you done?

What have you done?

It is not about me.

It's not about Santo. It's...

I'm trying to protect something.

Eddie tried to steer us away.

He let himself be caught.

Under the guise of Little Foot.

He tried to draw us away
from something he didn't want us to see.

What does that look like to you?

Let's take a look.

Is it some kind of entrance?

It's OK.

It's over now.

Their fingerprints aren't in the system.

I put their photos in the missing persons
database, but there's no match.

It's like they never existed.

- They say anything yet?
- No.

Dr Rice says they're in extremely good health.
Even psychologically, so far as he can tell.

They just seem to have lost
the ability to speak.

- Could they be refusing to talk?
- Faking it?

Maybe. There have been
a handful of cases

where otherwise intelligent people
have lost the ability of language.

Children who were denied human contact.

Raised by wolves.

Usually extreme neglect.

- What happened?
- I'm not sure.

Hey.

Excuse me. Ladies. Ladies.

Do you know this man?

Oh, it's Eddie. Eddie.

- Not Eddie.
- Eddie. Eddie.

- Eddie.
- Eddie.

Eddie.

We're on a roll.

- Whack Eddie.
- Whack Eddie.

Whack Eddie.

You saw that?
You saw these men kill Eddie?

Lhasa...

fix Eddie.

Her name is Lhasa?

Lhasa.

Rose.

This is Emma.

This is Frank. Dr Rice.

- Emma.
- Mm-hm.

Fwank?

That's nice.

Her drawing is incredibly accurate.

If this is Jupiter
and this is the moon and this is Mars,

then this is the sky that appeared some time
between December 13 and December 23, 1989.

Paolo Caprice testified they shot Eddie
December 20th of that year.

She drew this in 20 seconds from memory.

Who do you suppose they are?

You have some idea though, don't you?

To begin with, they're great witnesses.

- To what? No one is dead.
- Attempted murder.

Conspiracy to commit murder. I spent
five years bringing down the Santo family.

I'm not gonna let that fall apart
because Giannini turns up alive.

They can't be witnesses.
They can barely speak.

"Yes" and "No". That's all I need.

They've had almost no contact
with civilisation.

- I'll get 'em a social worker.
- You'll destroy them.

- They'll be fine.
- They will, huh?

Does Eddie know about this?

- He's gone.
- What?

We had delays in filing the murder charges
because the cases were already cleared.

They were holding him
on a vagrancy charge in the meantime.

Keep me in the loop from now on,
Agent Hollis. Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

What happened?

A local judge didn't know the whole story
and set bail.

Eddie's probably
a million miles away by now.

He's been trying to protect something.
That hasn't changed.

Scarpino?

- What did I say about calling me that?
- What are you destroying?

I don't want anyone to make a link
between them and my old life.

You're protecting Lhasa and Rose?

- They told you their names?
- Yeah.

- Well, they've been talking, huh?
- Yeah.

Well, their lives are over. You know
what happens when you talk about the Mob?

Look, she...

She saved me. Lhasa did.

I was dead, I was... worse than dead.

She brought me back.

Polgreen wants 'em to testify.
He wants to put them into witness protection.

Witness protection is a load of crap.

If Santo even has a dream that
they're gonna testify, then they're history.

What have you told them?
What do they know?

Everything. I was just babbling.
I was just getting it off my chest.

You know, names and places and dates.

Didn't mean anything to them.
They just took it as, like, a fairy tale.

I'll tell them anything
they want to know - in court -

if it's gonna keep Lhasa and Rose
out of this mess.

If it's gonna keep Lhasa and Rose
out of this mess.

Lean back when you go forward,
lean forward when you go back.

Back. Forward. Good.

Daddy!

Look. No cast.

It's all better.

Lhasa did it.

- They can do magic, can't they?
- It seems like it.

That man Eddie? They fixed him too.

He was dead and then they fixed him.

- What makes you say that?
- Just what I think.

Honey...

I told them about Mommy,
what happened to her.

Yeah? What did they say?

They don't talk much.
I'm not sure they understood.

I got some business with these people.
I'm gonna have to go away.

No, Eddie.

I have to.

Sad Eddie.

I'm gonna miss you girls. I really am.

What?

What? No.

No.

All right, all right, all right.

- Oh! No!
- Oh, my God!

- Everybody get down!
- My God!

No! No!

No!

Get an ambulance.

The three guys from New Jersey,
they were interviewed.

Let me guess.
They don't know nothing, right?

And the rifle fired at Lhasa is available
nationwide at a major department store,

so you cannot trace the buyer.

This used to be my job.

Have you heard the medical report on Lhasa?

The bullet lodged near her spine.
She doesn't look good.

They tell me there's a doctor in Boston that
thinks he can reconstruct the nerve damage.

- You can't do that.
- Why not?

You move her, you give them an easy shot.
She's dead yesterday.

Oh.

You know, the... uh... the prosecutor
declined my offer to testify.

He says I'm a... a hit man who faked
my own death. Who's gonna believe me?

He's gonna stick to the girls.

The people from New Jersey?

What? Talk to them?

Yeah.

They're not big on talk.

I've got to protect my angels.

I'm sorry about all this, Rose.
You should have never come out here.

I'm gonna take care of things.

It'll be OK.

Sing, Eddie.

Sing "Deuce Coupe".

Don't move.

- It's all right. It's all right.
- What are you doing here?

It took me two seconds
to break through your security.

It'll be all right.

- Where are you going?
- Just stay here and protect them. Please.

Evening, Bony.

- Dad.
- Yes, pumpkin?

I want to see Lhasa and Rose.

Sweetie, what you were telling me
about Lhasa bringing Mommy back...

As much as you and I both want it,
it's not going to happen.

- That's not why I want to see them.
- No?

- You scared, Bony? You should be.
- I thought you was dead. That we killed you.

I am asking you to let this job slide.
You leave these girls alone.

- That can't happen. Money's been paid.
- You knew me. What I was then.

- You was a great guy. You had cogliani,
- I was a dirtball, lowest of the low.

These girls gave me back my life.
They asked for nothing,

which I didn't for one second deserve.

- I was a killer, Bony. Just like you.
- I'm losing you, Eddie.

Let this job slide.

- I don't wanna whack you.
- Hey. I whacked you.

You was my best friend.
What did you think, that that was easy?

And now I hear this crap coming out of your
mouth? I shouldn't have thought twice.

All right.

Let's do it here.

Below the neck and above the belt,
just like I did you. OK?

Come on. Don't make me wait.

It's a miracle I'm alive, Bony.

- It's a miracle!
- Yeah, whatever.

It's a biblical miracle. Like they told us when
we was altar boys. Do you remember that?

Come on, Eddie, don't torture me!
Pull the damn trigger!

Turn around.

Turn around!

If this hadn't happened to me,
I would kill you.

But I can't do that any more, Bony.

And that's a gift.

To both of us.

It is a miracle.

It's a Christmas present,
that's what it is. For both of you.

Here. I'll show you.

All that stuff I told you about my Mom?

Well, I thought you could bring her back.

And I know you would have,
if this hadn't happened.

This is called nail polish.

It was for my Mom.

I want you to have it now.

Christmas Eve
and they're gonna whack 'em.

- So you didn't... You couldn't?
- I talked to them.

- You did?
- Mm-hm.

My guy nodded his head at this and that,
but only cos I was holding a gun.

I was at the hospital.
They're moving her.

That's when they'll do it.

I want it to be the way it was before.

Rose and Lhasa and me.

That's selfish, I know.

- Christmas wish.
- Yeah.

- What do you want?
- Oh...

Come on, you can tell me.

The same.

I want things to be the way they were.
My daughter, my wife and me.

Merry Christmas.

Maybe it will be.

Maybe it will be.

- Merry Christmas, Mr Black.
- I think it will be.

Merry Christmas to you,
Agent Hollis.

What the hell is going on?

Merry Christmas, Eddie.

Dad.

Merry Christmas.

You faker.

Listen, I got something to tell you
about Lhasa and Rose.

- I already know.
- That they're leaving and won't be back?

No. I already know that you won't let
anything bad happen to them.

There's something else too.

I know you want Mommy here with us.

Well, we can think about her
and then it's kinda like she is.

Mm-hm.

Lhasa. You feeling better?

Merry Christmas, Eddie.

Merry Christmas, Rose.

Merry Christmas, Lhasa.

Merry Christmas.

I made this!