All language subtitles for Angie.Tribeca.S04E04

Great, but I can see you thinking!

Less thinking!

Empty your mind!

I want you blank-eyed and slack-jawed!

Stare into space!

The thousand-yard stare!

That's it! That's it!

Right there! Yes!

We got it!

Someone get her some cocaine.

Her name is Lola Falana.

Sorry, Murphy. Above your pay grade.

Come on, Hoffman.

Miss Falana was on her way

to becoming America's next supermodel

until yesterday when she was
corseted to death

at a fashion shoot for Popular Magazine.

She's the fifth supermodel to be
killed in the last two months.

And Vice President Perry has
declared a national emergency.

The fear is we're only
a few murders away

from ordinary-looking women
appearing on magazine covers.

My third foster mom was a supermodel,

so this one hits really
close to foster home.

Has the FBI looked into it?

The Female Body Inspectors are
completely stumped, so it falls to us.

Since all the models died

at a Popular Magazine photo shoot,

we're gonna commence
an undercover operation

at the magazine's headquarters
in Tulsa, Oklahoma...

the fashion capital of the U.S.

God damn it. What the hell do a bunch
of ex-cops know about fashion?

Shit!

Fashion is perception.

And I know everything about perception.

The shoe was intended
to enhance the calf,

the pant was invented
to show off the buttocks,

and the shirt is nothing
but a hat for the pants.

Look, we're heading
into an unfamiliar world

with mysteries around every dark corner.

But after that, we're
gonna solve this crime.

So in the immortal words
of Tim Gunn... "Make it work"!

Excuse me. I'm here to
interview with Anna Summour.

All right. Thank you.

- Tribeca?!
- Tanner?!

What are you doing here?!

I'm on a secret mission
to investigate dead models!

What about you?

I'm looking into embezzlement
at the parent company!

Oh, my God!

Uh, w-what are you undercover as?

A lunatic?

No, as Ms. Summour's second assistant.

Uh, uh, honey, girl, look.

Luckily, she won't be in
for another 30 minutes,

- so that's gonna give us...
- She's coming off the elevator!

Fire's out!

My driver was 15 minutes late
this morning.

I never called you a driver.

And the proofs that you were
supposed to send me last night

- were not in my e-mail.
- I totally forgot your e-mail.

Would you call Darien

and find out if he wants
to do lunch today?

I don't even know who Darien is.

And, please, not the Cliff House.

What in God's name is this?

Oh, this is a stromboli.

It's kind of like a calzone,

but more like a pizza on the inside.

And what are you
and your stromboli doing

sitting in front of my desk?

I am here to interview
to be your new assistant.

Of course you are.

Have you even read Popular Magazine?

Yeah. Yeah.

I, uh, was particularly fond

of last spring's story about... tops?

Oh, that was our best-selling issue.

Mm.

Well, we might give
you a shot after all.

But, um...

We're really going to have
to do something about this.

Looks like she's wearing a garbage bag.

Is there any more egg roll?

There was one left. Where is it?

We found some DNA on her skin
that definitely isn't hers.

Well, that's promising, but presumably,

a lot of people were touching
her that day...

hair stylists, makeup artists, perverts.

I can assure you this
person did not touch her.

What makes you so sure?

The reason this person
never touched her is because

he lives in Peru and has never
visited the U.S.

Maybe Falana did a modeling gig in Peru.

Checked her passport.
She's never been to Peru.

Well, that's a real head scratcher.

How old did you say
this model was again?

I didn't. 22.

Now I have.

No, she's not 22.

Look at the tan line on her finger.

So she was married. Big deal.

It's on the wrong hand.

That's a yo-yo string tan line.

Well, I'll be damned. She's right.

The yo-yo craze was late '80s,
early '90s at the latest.

This woman either inherited
the best genes in the world,

or something's keeping
her looking incredibly young.

All right. Here's what we do...

We fly down to Peru, and we have a talk

with this guy with the DNA.

Here's the kicker...

You can't have a word with the guy...
he's been dead for two years.

Chubster.

Uggo.

Dump truck.

Revenge of the blob.

Danny, why is it so difficult

to find models who can actually
wear the clothes we feature?

We had skinnier ones,

but they fell through the subway grates.

I'll find some more, Ms. Summour.

Ladies. Come on, shoo.

Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo.

- Danny?
- Yes?

Where's the new boy?

You know, the boxy one.

You mean me?

Oh, God.

My son wants to read
the new Harry Potter book,

and I want you to get it for me.

I don't think there is
a new Harry Potter.

I read in Newsweek magazine

that J.K. Rowling was thinking
of writing a ninth book.

I want that book on my
desk by this afternoon.

Absolutely.

So these models dying... crazy, huh?

Models die. That's the business.

Now, if you're quite finished
with your exclusive interview,

I need someone to muck out the stables.

Yes, ma'am.

And, uh, you do something
to step up your look.

This is a fashion magazine,

not a Macaroni Grill.

Is it really that important?
It's just clothes.

Where the hell is Tribeca?
We were supposed to regroup.

She's working late for that woman again.

All she cares about lately.

I'm gonna hit the head.

Wha... Gah!

Sorry.

I was doing some forensics tests
on the other dead models.

Charo was supposed to put them
back in their graves.

Not before I've completed my analysis.

What? You're gonna read
the faces of dead people?

You'd be surprised how much
the dead have to say.

I wish I had stayed in school.

We found DNA from several different
dead Peruvians on all five models.

This is difficult for me to say,
but I'm stamped.

Sorry, stumped.

None of the women had ever been to Peru?

And none of the Peruvians had been here.

Damn it! I hate the weird ones!

Would it be too much to ask
to have a robbery gone wrong

resulting in three dead and two wounded?

Ugh. Sorry I'm late.

I'm dealing with like
nine different things.

Okay, send.

Hey, guys. What's up?

Sorry I'm late. I'm dealing with
like eight different things.

This is the first night
you've worked late in a row.

When are you gonna take some
time to work on this case?

I am working on this case,

which means that I have
to maintain my cover.

But I'm here now, so, what's up?

- Okay. Well, all five models...
- That's her. I got to go.

I forgot to give her "Harry
Potter and the Clump of Hair."

Well, gee, if you get a chance to,

I don't know, tell us
what you've learned so far...

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Anna Summour definitely knows something.

I asked her about the models,
and she got real squirrelly.

Ugh. That's kind of all I got right now,

but we can check in later in the week.

- We have to go to Peru.
- Oh my God, that sounds so fun.

No! It's because all the models...

Yeah. No, I'm no my way. Okay.

All right, guys, call me
when you get back from Peru,

and we'll totally set up
a lunch or something.

TTFN.

"TTFN"?

Feels very pushed.

I got the manuscript,
and I had J.K. Rowling

change Harry's name to your son's name.

Fine.

Everything okay?

Magazine's going under. Hm.

Ugh.

Did you ever think
about doing anything else?

Like when you were a little girl,

did you ever have a dream?

All I ever wanted was to be beautiful

and fashionable and a fireman.

Well, it's not too late.

There's fires everywhere nowadays.

I like you, Angie Tribeca.

You got a good head on your shoulders.

But your face could use some work.

Try this cream...

once at night and once in the morning

and twice during the day.

I think you'll find. In a week,

you'll be staring at
a 45-year-old in the mirror.

You know, Anna, these past...

- Please leave.
- Okay.

_

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Where the hell is the guide?

- Dead.
- What?

Jaguar got him back by the river.

I'm sure I've seen these names before.

Let me run them through the database.

We are here at your pleasure, sir.

Whatever customs or ancient
traditions you have here,

we would like to respect.

I'm just gonna enter them
into the computer.

Gracias for that.

Computer, search mode.

What's he doing?

I think it's some kind of prayer.

No, we... we switched to voice
mode about three years ago.

Search names Pedro Martinez,
Nomar Garciaparra,

Manny Ramirez, David Ortiz, Wade Boggs.

Searching.

Don't. You'll hallucinate.

Ah, well, it seems
like these were just drifters

who were in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Well, I don't know how you run
things down here, Major Chocano,

but in America, killing is a crime...

unless it's done by a rich person.

No, it's a crime down here,
as well, Señor Atkins.

There's a notation next
to each one that says "Gordo."

Gordo is, uh, how you say in English...

- Gordon?
- A gourd?

Like, we have a joke down here...

Your mama's so gordo,
Machu Picchu climbs her.

Like, mountainous?

Possessing many steps?

Fat. The victims were all fat.

- Can I have a cookie?
- We're out.

But he's eating one.

I brought it from home.

Package for... Special Division Force?

I'll sign for it. It's here, sir.

Let's go.

So this is our fat Peruvian?

Wow. The standards for beauty down there

must be really high.

This guy is absolutely not fat.

Look at all this extra skin.

This man was obese.

So what? He lost weight
through diet and exercise?

Not a chance.

It appears someone sucked
all the fat out of his body.

What? How do you know that?

Look at the buttocks.

See that pinprick?

Someone tapped this ass.

Someone tapped this ass hard.

I cannot seem to get
this ensemble to pop.

Don't ask me. I don't
know jack about fashion.

Ms. Summour said if I come up

with some great ideas
for the September issue,

she'll take me to fashion
week in Baghdad.

Then I can crack this whole
embezzlement thing wide open.

I don't know. I just think
it has too much going on.

Hmm.

What if you just went simpler?

Hm.

Tribeca, you just dressed her as a cop.

Look, nobody in the fashion industry

is ever gonna look at this and think...

I love it!

Neutral colors. Clean lines.

Is it a man? Is it a woman?

This. This is what I want
for the September issue.

It was my idea.

I think it's absolutely brilliant.

Say, if you're not too busy,

would you like to join me
for fashion week in Baghdad?

Oh, I-I couldn't possibly...

say no to that.

Count me in!

Excellent.

Here's to Maria Charo,
whose birthday is next week.

Thank you, thank you.
You're all too kind.

My birthday is today.

Oh my God, Scholls,
how could I have forgotten?

You said you had a
breakthrough on the case?

The discovery that fat had been sucked

out of all the Peruvian
victims got me thinking.

What is fat used for?

It's in our food...

they use it in soap...

plastic bags.

It's even in crayons.

But did you know that it's also
a common ingredient

in many beauty products,
including moisturizers?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

So I went back and did tests

on all the dead models and found out

that they all used the same
age-defying face cream.

Someone is selling a face
cream with human fat in it?

That begs the question... does it work?

Someone's smuggling illegal
human fat into the country,

we need to find out who.

Whoever's doing this
is narcissistic, vain,

shallow, obsessed with appearance,

and willing to do anything
to cling to whatever sliver

of youth that's slowly slipping
from their fingers.

Yes, but does it work?!

Angela Geils.

Hey, it's me. I'm stuck at the office.

How long are you guys gonna be there?

It's Scholls' breakthrough,
and you're missing it.

It's not like I don't want to be there.

Which reminds me,

I'm not gonna be there tomorrow
for your realization.

I'm gonna be on a flight to Baghdad.

Baghdad? What the hell is going on?

Do you know how many girls
would die for this job?

Yeah, five.

We just found out that they all
had a face cream

that had fat from
murdered Peruvians in it.

Human fat in face cream?

Okay, that sounds insane. I got to go.

We're almost finished
with the September issue,

and we have to get to Kinko's
before it closes.

Well listen, Mom,

you need to decide
what your priorities are.

Tomorrow, we're planning
a really big bust,

and if you don't show up...

I guess we'll know what you chose.

A.J., come on...

A.J.?

You know, the more I think about it,

the more I realize
that you'd be the perfect model

for our new cop look.

Well, I've never been a model before,

but I have been wearing
clothes since I was 12.

Freeze, scumbags!

Hands in the air!

Get 'em up right night now!

Are you the police?

Hyah! Oh!

Any other questions?

No, man. We're cool.

What the hell is this?

- Heroin.
- I know it's heroin!

Where's the fat?

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

Heroin.

Real fur.

A decent studio comedy...

I don't know, sir. It should be here.

Listen, Sir Tub-a-Lard,
it's a boiling hot day out here,

and I don't have time for nonsense!

Wait a minute. What smells delicious?

Hand me that knife.

Well, well, well.
Somebody had a big breakfast.

Please, I have to deliver this fat,

or Ms. Summour will kill me.

Wait a minute. Summour's
running this whole thing?

Tribeca.
She's in Baghdad without backup.

What do we do?

If only we had a plane.

Do you know how to fly a plane?

Of course.

Shit.

It's a stick.

Perfect!

Loving it!

Now show me sexy.

Amazing!

Let's take five.

You are absolutely transcendent.

Why don't we replenish your
energy with a little snack?

Oh, I could eat something.

Spoken like a true model.

I believe these are your favorites.

You got the full Stromboli Stack
from Stromboli Shack?

Had them flown in specially.

Tanner? What are you doing?

It was supposed to be me
at the fashion show, not you.

Those was my designs that
was supposed to been picked.

For God's sakes, Danny,
put away the gun.

Fashion is a cutthroat business.

It's every man, woman,

and underage Romanian
girl for themselves.

And you would say that, Ms. Summour.

That's why you've been embezzling money

from the parent company's accounts.

What is this?

It's a bust.

Danny Tanner, Fashion Police.

And you're also under arrest
for attempted murder.

That stromboli was poisoned.

Oh, my God. All of them?
Or just that one?

I don't know.

But if she was trying to kill you,

it's because you knew something
she didn't want you to know.

All I know is that there's human
fat in the face cream...

that you gave me.

You're under arrest for
the murder of five supermodels.

Don't you understand?

They were all getting too old!

That cream might have staved off
the inevitable for a few years,

but in the end, they were
all going to turn 24.

Do you want to see a 24-year-old hag

staring at you from the
cover of a magazine?

Do you? Do you? Do you?!

Take her away, Tanner.

Tanner.

Thanks, man.

It's all good, Tribeca.

It's all good.

I'm not sure we're airborne.

Nah, you're just disoriented.

I can see our car.

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