All language subtitles for Charlies Angels s01e08 They are Not Saints.eng

Whoo!

Help! Help!

We need help.

Thank goodness you stopped!

What happened?

Don't know.

Must've washed up here.

Come on, breathe, please.

I'm calling 911.

You guys see anything?

I don't know.

No.

We have an unconscious man at the beach.

Breathe for me!

Quantum Sands.

Hurry.

You're OK, you're OK. What's your name?

Where am I?

Miami Beach.

What's going on?

Just tell us your name.

My name is...

I don't know my name.

I don't know.

'Once upon a time, there were three young women

'who got into very big trouble.

'Now they work for me.

'My name is Charlie.'

'Nurse Allen, you havea phone call on line one...'

Hey, I brought some clothes.

I hope they fit.

Thanks, Bos.

How do you guys think he ended up on that beach?

Looks like he's taken a like to you.

Well, she did give himmouth to mouth.

Come on!

Is that what we're calling it?

Excuse me. Your John Doe's

had major trauma.
That could account for his memory loss.

Wait, are we talking about amnesia?

The diagnostic term is dissociatave amnesia.

so whatever's caused his memory
loss is just all up here.

Is it permanent?

His memory could come back with therapy,

medication and the support mechanism at home.

We don't even know if he has a home.

So what happens now?

He'll be released.

To who? He doesn't remember a thing.

Well, we'll call social services in Miami PD,

but we just don't have the
bed space to keep him here.

You don't have to call social services.

He can come with us.

I guess it's settled.

OK.

Can I see him?

Sure.

'Forgive me, but I thoughtthis was your day off?'

I thought it was,

but your angels seem to attract
trouble wherever they go.

It is not our fault that Eve
has a soft spot for strays.

Er, excuse me, I heard that.

Hugo is upstairs taking a shower.

'You said he had no name.'

He had a suit, like Hugo Boss.

An amnesiac with good taste.

'Did he have anything on him thatmight
help discover his identity?'

A key with 815 on it.

'Abby, sounds like your department.'

I've already sent a digitalimprint over to Romana.

Who's Romana?

My key-maker.

But I thought you were the master lock-picker?

Who do you think taught me?
Ramona is the Wikipedia of keys.

If this thing opens anything in
theWestern Hemisphere, she'll find it.

In the meantime, I'll run his
prints through the databases.

I have friends in missing persons

checking for open case files
that fit Hugo's description.

'Sounds like you've gotyour
marching orders without me.'

We'll keep you posted, Charlie.

'Just remember, sometimes, strays bite.
Be careful, Angels.'

You're good at this. Ex-cop?

Ex-thief.

But now you're a private detective?

Yeah, with three other ex-criminals
for a man we've never met.

Wow! Thanks.

Thanks for what?

For making my amnesiathe normal
part of this conversation.

I don't need to meet my boss.

Charlie gave me a second chance

when the rest of the world had written me off.

That's why you didn't leave meon the beach?

Thanks...

for saving my life.

You're welcome.

How are those prints coming along?

Good.

We're done.

You must be exhausted?

Why don't you go upstairs, rest up for a bit?

OK. I think I will.

Hey, Bos.

Hey. Prints?

Yes.

No matches.

Good, proves he's not a bad guy.

Or that he hasn't been caught and fingerprinted.

Does he really look like a
criminal mastermind to you?

And what does a criminal mastermind look like?

That's a good question.

OK, thanks.

That was missing persons.

No-one's looking for Hugo, but I
went through his police reports.

Apparently, a Cadillac CTS

went off the MacArthur Causeway early this morning.

Airbags were deployed, but no bodies were found.

Maybes Hugo's our Cadillac guy. Any plates?

The police report doesn't say.
The car was brand-new.

Depending on the currents, Hugo could've drifted
from the causeway to the beach he washed up on.

Well, the timeframe makes sense.

Anyone fish out the Caddie?

It was towed to the impound lot in the marina.

Why don't I take Hugo there?
Maybe seeing the car will jog his memory.

Good idea. I'll go with you.

It's OK, I've got it.

This is a safe key, one of 1,600 ordered

to the exact specs of theSunshine
State Bank And Trust.

So is it a safe bet that this
opens safety deposit box 815?

Let's go find out.

Follow my lead.

Excuse me? This area's restricted.

Hi, how are you?
I'm with Amalgamated Insurance Company.

We have a claim with the Caddie
recovered from the bay last night.

OK, and you are?

I'm, er, her supervisor.

It's my first week as an insurance adjuster.

OK. It's at the end of aisle five.
It's the one leaking the seawater.

Thank you.

Call me...if you need anything.

You see how easy that was?

Yeah, I'm a natural.

You OK?

I'm just wondering how I managedto
drive my car off a bridge.

You're probably just a really crappy car driver.

With no ID or fingerprints.

You're are a man of mystery.

I just hope I like the person I find.

How do you feel about him so far?

Well, pretty good, but I
guesshaving no regrets'll do that.

No regrets - I like that philosophy.

You mean my condition?

Yes, your condition.

Can I help you?

Good God, that's my car?!

Unless someone else drove it
off the Causeway last night.

Well, I don't think it was me.

Whoever it was was shot at with an
assault rifle by the looks of these.

Why would anybody wantto do that to me?

I don't know. Let's make sure this is your car.

No insurance, no registration, no rental agreement.

I've got somethinglike postcard or a flyer.

Does it bring back anything?

No, nothing.

You know it's going to be OK, right?

Well, it looks pretty far from OKright now.
Somebody wants me dead.

We're going to find out who.

Eve!

No!

Give me the gun! Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

I almost shot that guy!

But you didn't!

Only cos you stopped me.

Who am I?

I don't know.

I'm, er, her supervisor.

Bos and Hugo are checking photos to
try and ID the guy who attacked him.

I just wish you could've seen how
quickly he disarmed that guy.

Sounds like he went fromHugo Boss to Jason Bourne.

Like someone flipped a switch.

What do you think? Military, Blackwater?

That's the happy version.
The scary one is he could be

a professional hitman or even a mercenary.

Let's not go there.

OK, what about the guywho attacked you?

He was Asian, average height,

no distinguishing marks other than the gun.

But did he say anything?

Many he was a disgruntled former
colleague or even partner in crime?

Why do we always have to assume the worst?

You need to check this out...OK.

We got this from safe 815 from the
Sunshine State Bank And Trust.

Exhibit A.

It's adorable.

Yeah, it gets dark.

Look at this.

I'm guessing the money's untraceable?

Yeah.

He used it along with a false name
to pay for his safety deposit box.

What name?

Francis Fratelli.

From The Goonies?

The gun's serial numbers have been filed off.

Don't ask about the dolphin.

I'm dying to know about the dolphin.

Us too.

We want to run the gun against

the Miami PD ballistics database,
see if I can get a match.

I'll see you girls in a bit.

Ciao, bella.

There's gotta be an explanation.

Are you OK if it's an ugly one?

I... I just think that...

I know what it's like to be alone in the world

and I think that's what he is right now.

I know. Well, sooner or later,

he'll have his memories backand
we'll have a full picture.

I just don't want you to get hurt.

So, you have no idea of how you
were able to defend yourself?

Well, I do have an excuse.

It doesn't mean I can't ask the question.

I doubt I could do it again.

Not bad. I'm guessing you were,
er, marines, special forces?

You can let go now.

Let me ask you a question. Eve, is she single?

Why don't you figure out

which side of the law you're
on than worry about dating?

If I stepped on your toes asking...

Guys?

Hope you two are playing nice.

Just getting to know each other.

Is everything OK?

Yeah, there's something I need to show you.

Where did I get all this money?

Well, that was at your safety deposit box

at the Sunshine State Bank And Trust.

I'm guessing whoever I was didn'tleave
some photo ID or something?

No, it was paid for with a fake name.

OK, um, what about this dolphin?

Maybe you're a stuffed-toy aficionado.

Or not. It's an idea.

What about the postcard?

The one I found in the car?

Yeah, it's a commercially available
stock photo of South Beach.

It's been used for book covers, a
postcard, a flyer for Nikki Beach.

Nikki Beach?

You remember it?

Yeah!

It's a beach club, dancing, DJs, tepees?

Um...

Do you think you've been there?

I think I was there.

For a man with no memory, you have
good taste in clothes and parties.

I was following a guy.

He was a regular at the bar.

I don't suppose you know that guy's name?

No, no, but...

He had dark hair, brown, not much of it.

He had a goatee.

Two more.

Here's those drinks!

Oh, look, it's like a little traffic light!

Yeah! Mm-hm!

Yeah!

Well, to life at the beach.

That's cool, yeah!

That's like not the guyl remembered.

You hear that guys?

' Got it.'

Abby, we just rolled snake eyes.
Ditch the goatee and find another.

I'm waiting for facial recognition
in case anyone rings a bell.

So I got a placenear the fountain blue,

a beautiful view of the ocean, we
could watch the sunrise together.

Yeah, I am so sorry, you're going
to be rising and shining alone,

but you did a really good job
today and I don't want you

to feel bad about it and
this is very...contemporary.

Cheers.

That's perfect. Ooh!

Any more goatees in your sights?

Mmm, this whole place is goatees.

Totally.

Would you think less of me if I
told you I liked this drink?

Yes!

Oh, wait a minute.

What's happening?!

Hi!

My mum's out of town!

I've got the whole place to myself.
We can use the big room!

That's not him.

Give him the hand, Kate.

I'm Rick. You're gorgeous.

You're not, sorry. You've gotta go.

I can't... I am speechless.

I can't imagine myself hanging
out at a place like this.

It could be worse. You could have a goatee.

You know, part of me hopesmy
memory never comes back.

Clean slate?

Yeah, it's like a second chance.

That's actually the name of my boat.

Really?

Yeah, it's docked at the quays.

I thought you were a car girl?

Oh, I am, I used to live on a boat
before it got sprayed up by bullets.

Past life.

That's why you call itSecond Chance?

Er, yeah, that and it is my second boat.

I don't know what kind of guy
you used to be, Hugo, but...

you don't seem like a bad one.

Well... I'll try andstay in your good graces.

And I don't know what my
lifewas about before, but...

right now, it seems like
it'sprobably better with you around.

Hey, sorry to interrupt your moment,

but Abby's got another candidate in her sights.

Can I buy you a shot?

You know, I am, I'm just not a shot kind of person.

I have bottle service at my cabana.

That's him.

Of course you do, everybody does.

Abby, get his glass, I'll run
his prints and get an ID.

God, you know, I'm just in a really bad mood,

with this heat, and your
cabana just sounds so great.

Um, so why don't you give me a second to go

freshen up and change my attitude

and I will see you there in a second, OK?

I'm so happy we met, so, so happy.

That was easy.

Nice job.

Get Hugo away in case goatee guy wants him dead.
I'll meet you there.

Sounds good. Hugo, let's get you out of here.

I need answers.

Hugo!

Hugo!

Shots fired!

Hugo!

We need to talk.

Who are you?

Detective Bradley Dumont, LAPD.

I'm, er, her supervisor.

The man you know as Hugo Bossis
actually named Josh Taylor.

He joined the LAPDout of the Marine corps.

He was working undercoverwith
the DEA joint task force.

Well, this explains why we
couldn't find anything on him.

These files were taken offline
and sealed to protect his cover.

Now, unfortunately, he crossed the line.

Taylor put a bullet in his partnertwo months ago

and ran off with LAPD buy money
.I've been tracking him ever since.

I just don't believe it.

Look, I hate to be the bearer.
Josh Taylor is as dirty as they come.

I'm just glad your associationwith him
endedbefore he led you somewhere ugly.

I wasn't aware it was over.

We're PIs. He's our client.

How does our dead guy, Lapointe, fit in?

Yeah, why would Hugo or Josh
want to kill him in cold blood?

Look, you can investigateall you want

but the operational detailsof my
case are extremely sensitive.

The way I see it, you're working with a wanted man.

A wanted man with amnesia. Why not check that?

I'm just not buying that storyand
you might not want to believe it

but Josh Taylor is a
dangerousand violent sociopath.

Do yourselves a favourand stay out of this case.

There's no happy ending here for him.

'I made some calls.

'Josh Taylor's partner was shot andkilled
in Los Angeles two months ago,

'just like Dumont told us.

'The police haven't releasedthe names of suspects.'

But they do have one?

'Yes, it's Josh.'

It just doesn't sound right.

'I'm sorry, Eve, this is confirmed.'

What about Brad Dumont?

'A spotless record and consideredone
of LAPD's best detectives.'

I was considered one of Miami
PD's best and brightest.

'What's your point, Kate?'

I'm just not convinced Brad Dumont's
intentions are all so noble.

What makes you say that?

Gut feeling.

Look, cop killers are big game.

Dumont knows no-one's going to blame a detective
that shoots first and asks questions later.

You think Dumont's planning on killing Josh?

'I've a low tolerance for vendettas.

'You need to find Joshbefore Dumont does.'

Eve and I are on it.

Abby and I will look into Lapointe.

'Go to it, Angels, but tread lightly.'

Thanks, Doyle, I owe you one.

That was a buddy of mine in Traffic.

The cops talked to all the cab companies.

The doorman at Nicky Beach put Hugo in a taxi.

The driver dropped him off on J Street.

Sure? That's five blocks from Manatee Quays.

Isn't that where you keep your boat?

He just wants a second chance.

Let's go.

Lapointe owned a bunch of
souvenir shops along Miami Beach.

I, of course, hacked into his company's database.

So...can you make anything of these?

These are import-export contracts,
primarily with Chinese suppliers.

Import-export is a good business
if you're thinking of smuggling.

13 pallets of snow globes to
betransported to the port of Miami.

It freaks me out when you do that.

Who knew all those hours my fatherforced
me to learn Mandarin paid off.

Is our blue dolphin in a contract?

Only one way of finding out.

Print out the contractsand
I'll translate over lunch.

Should I order Chinese?

Hey, stop!

All right!

I see you found my gun.

I didn't shoot that guy.

Then put the gun down and talk to us.

His name was Greg Lapointe. Why did you run?

Because I saw who did and I
knewhe was going to kill me next.

We believe you, Josh.

Now put down the gun.

Wait, my name is Josh?

Detective Josh Taylor. You're with LAPD.

I'm a cop?! How did I end up in Miami?

We're not sure but there's another
detective looking for you.

Brad Dumont. Does that name ring a bell to you?

No. Is he my partner?

Not exactly.

Wait, that's the guy from the club.
That's the guy who killed Lapointe.

So I'm a dirty copwho killed his partner?

His name's John Corry.

I shot him.This just doesn't seem real.

We don't want to believe it either.

Yes, but it's hardto fight this evidence.

Do you remember anything about Lapointe?

What kind of business you guys had?

No, it's a mess. It's like
puzzlepieces that don't fit together.

But without your memory, all
we have is Dumont's word.

OK. So, I'm a cop.

Maybe I was investigating Lapointe?

Or maybe this Brad Dumont
guyand I were working together

and he killed Lapointe to...

I don't know. I'm sorry.

I just...maybe... I wouldn't blameyou
if you turned me in right now.

With dirty cops, the story
is never black-and-white.

I know it looks bad but you can't lose faith.

We're all about second chances here.

Lapointe's Chinese contactinside
the united States is this man.

Frankie Han.

Sound familiar?

No. But those Chinese
characters...I recognise them.

I don't know what they arebut I've seen them.

They're Triad markings.

The Chinese Mafia.
Frankie Han runs the South Florida branch.

We need to have a conversation with Frankie.

Getting close won't be easy.

Maybe we just call Dumont and share this with him.

It's not my first choice.

Frankie Han does own a ridiculouslyover-priced
Asian fusion restaurant.

You know, I always thoughtthe prices were criminal.

Now I know why.

Check out the swag.

The Ming Dynasty called.
They want their vases back.

Ha! Time to find Frankie Han and get him bugged.

Ahem!

You must be the replacements?

We are. So I heardthe waitresses were arrested?

By immigration. Tell me your papers are in order.

Oh, yeah, we are not going to cause a problem.

You'd better not. Pick up a tray at
the bar and work the lounge area.

You - main dining room.

They need back up on tables five to eleven.

So how do you pick who getsto
dress up for these missions?

Depends on the outfit.

All right, people. Let's focus.

'Bos?'

OK. I've got Abby. Go ahead, Abby.

I think I have something.Check it out.

That room looks restricted.

Wait a minute. I recognise him.
Isn't that the guy at the impound?

I think I could get past him, if
only I had a distraction. Kate?

I'm on it.

Oh! I am so sorry.

Let me help. Let me help you with that.
Oh, let me help. Sorry! Sorry.

It's OK.

Heading into the back room now.

It's OK.

Blow on them.

I found Frankie Han.

Can you get close enough to bug him?

Well, he likes girls, he likes booze
.I think I can figure something out.

'What are you doing here?'

Well, I was just bringing Mr Hanhis drink.

I already have a drink.

I'm sorry, sir, I...

Come on, let's go.

Uh-oh. Ladies, we got a problem.
Brad Dumont just showed up.

I'll slow him down.

Hey, you're not going anywhere.
Last time, someone wound up dead.

So, guys, want me to roll down a
window - let out some testosterone?

Not here.

And keep your piece out of sight.

Bos, it's getting hot.
Get that engine running.

Let's go.

I think we have you outgunned.

They're private detectives, working with Taylor.

Why don't you ladies come to the back room?

'All right. Buy me time, I'm
getting you out of there.'

How?

Watch and learn.

'Almost there, Abby. Pulling the trigger in five.'

You're going to pull the fire alarm?

It's a fire-suppression system.

It uses a non-toxic gas so
Frankie's priceless antiquities

don't sustain fire or water damage.

Four.

We don't need weaponsto blow this place apart.

'Three.'

This is your final warning.

'Two.'

All right, let's go!

Nice one, Bosley.

I have my moments.

Let's see what's on the bug.

I thought you didn't get close enough to Han.

No, but I got close enoughto his bodyguard.

I think you guys might want to listen to this.

'Calm down, Frankie.'

'Don't tell me to calm down!

'Taylor was your responsibility.
Now he has private detectives on me?'

Look, they came on a fishing
tripand left empty-handed.

They found my involvement in this, didn't they?

'Josh Taylor has amnesia.He won't get in the way.'

You're damn right. You're going to
take care of him and his associates.

I dealt with his partnerand I'll deal with this...

after I get my pieceof the Coral Dragon shipment.

Coral Dragon?

Dumont killed my partner.

And he's framing you to take the fall.

I am not a killer.

I know you're not.

Coral Dragon is a cargo ship containing
ten of Frankie Han's containers.

It came in this morning. Port of Miami.

They were offloaded into a warehouse by the docks.

But what's in those containers?

Crates and crates full of these.

Hey, hands up!

Well, anybody want a souvenir?

What is it?

There is nothing in these.They are just toys.

Makes no sense. They wouldn't go
through this for stuffed animals.

Maybe they are using the dolphins as a distraction.

A silica gel.It's supposed to keep the toys dry.

That look like silica gel to you?

No, what is that?

Illegal drugs?

Wait a minute, I remember something
.I have seen this before.

It's a synthetic painkiller.

Hit the streets of LA aboutsix months ago.

There was a bad batch.A lot of people died.

And you are all going to die for seeing it.
Drop the guns.

We've got you surrounded.

Keep your hands where I can see 'em.

Well, well, well. I can't say it surprises me.

It is one hell of a wayto end a partnership, Brad.

You and I were never partners.

Not as cops, maybe, but as criminals.

You didn't tell Mr Han aboutour deal?

Hugo? What are you doing?

I'm not letting this guy put a bulletin
me without Mr Han knowing why.

What is this?

Brad sent me to Miamito follow Lapointe.

We were going to sellthe drugs ourselves.

Nice story. This man has amnesia.
He doesn't even know who I am.

Right, the amnesia.

Thanks for that idea, Brad. It worked well.

It was almost as goodas taking the drugs to LA

and selling out the Triadsto the DEA.

He's lying!

Put your gun down.

Are you OK?

Oh! No, no, no.

Night-night, partner.

No!

Hugo.

Look at me.

I'm calling 911.

You're OK.

'Dr Kravitz, a visitor in the main lobby.

Hi.

Hi.

How are you feeling?

You tell me.

The doctor said you're going
to make a full recovery.

What about Dumont and Frankie Han?

DEA custody.

Turns out you were right.I'm one of the good guys.

Yeah, you are.

Thanks for believing in me.

Maybe when you get out of here
we can make some new memories.

Look, Eve, there is somethingl have to tell you.

When I took that bullet...something happened.

I remembered.

What did you remember?

Daddy!

Josh! Thank God!

Hi.

I'm so glad we found you. We were so afraid.

Bethany...and Chloe.

This is Eve.

Hi.

She's a private detective.

The Townsend Agency? The police told
me everything you did my husband.

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Hi.

Bye, Josh.

He just found out.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

Told you he was a good guy.

I know that.

You still have Abby and Kate.

And me, of course.

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