All language subtitles for Angie Tribeca - 04x01 - The Force Wakes Up.TBS

Previously on "Angie Tribeca"...

You're under arrest for
the murder of Angie Tribeca.

But that is her.

This is not Angie Tribeca.

All right, Tribeca, I'm gonna
ask you this one last time!

And goddamn it, I want an answer!

Do you want water?!

Who are you?

You murdered someone named
Angie Tribeca 19 years ago

and took her identity you. Why?

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

I've had enough of this.

We should just stick her on death row.

I can get her in.

Give me a minute with her alone, Joe.

Please?

All right, Tribeca, Angie,

whatever the hell your name is.

It's me.

Now, you're the best cop I've ever known

and I need you on my team.

But I have to know the truth.

There never was an Angie Tribeca.

My first job out
of high school was at the DMV.

It was a living hell...

issuing licenses, updating
changes of address...

Trying to explain organ donation

to non-English speakers.

And then, I had an idea.

I would become someone else.

Since the DMV system was linked up

with all the other government agencies,

I was able to create
the person I wanted to be.

All I needed was a name.

You remember how I said there
never was an Angie Tribeca?

Well, I found out there was
one, and her accident death

at a meet-cute sparked off
this investigation.

This is a whopper of a pickle
you put us in, Tribeca.

But we're gonna fight it
with everything we have...

the police union, the ACLU,
the Blue Man Group.

Hell, we'll hire a lawyer if we have to.

But I swear on my mother's life,
you are not going to jail.

I'm so sorry about this.

No, I'm so sorry about your mom.

Take care, Tribeca.
I'll see you in 20 years.

_

Come again!

Angie Tribeca?

Yeah. Are you Ronaldo?

It says you're supposed to be in a Kia.

Zero stars.

Morning, sleepyhead.

- Lieutenant?
- It's Captain now.

Captain, what's going on?

It's not Captain anymore.

I left the force years ago.

Why am I here? What's happening?

There's no time for a full explanation,

but the short version is,

we've been recruited to something called

the Special Division Force,

a top-secret unit founded
by the Vice President

to take on cases outside the scope

of traditional law enforcement.

But you'll be pleased to know
there's some familiar faces

coming along for the ride.

Scholls.

What's new?

Nothing much.

I have Lyme disease now.

Hoffman! Been a way for 20 years.

Say hello to Hoffman's grandson,

Hoffman.

And now for some faces
which may not be so familiar.

This is Maria Charo, a genius
in applied psychology,

recruited from a local college.

By observing body language
and microexpressions,

she can basically read your mind.

Any good cop can read a perp's mind.

You're constipated.

It's been this way for days.

You're starting to wonder
if it will ever end.

Lucky guess.

Look, sir, this is all
a bit overwhelming.

Damn it, Tribeca,

we need you on this team.

We're talking international espionage,

balance of power stuff.

If we have an off day, people die.

And if that's not enough to sway you...

there's one more member of the
team that I'd like you to meet.

Geils!

Geils?

Mom...

it's me.

This is Angela Geils, Jr.

The son you abandoned when he was 2.

His name is Pierre Cardin.

Sorry, Murphy, above your pay grade.

He's the French Ambassador to the U.N.

and an outspoken opponent
of the Frexit movement.

Needless to say,

Mr. Cardin has made
a lot of pro-Frexit enemies.

So we're headed to the U.N.?

Minnesota. Monsieur Cardin
is a very vain man.

He's decided to undergo
an elective scrotal rejuvenation

at the renowned Mustard Clinic.

If you're messing with your boy bells,

that's where you want to go. I hear.

So, let me guess...
someone plans to take him out

while he's undergoing this procedure.

If Cardin, then the Frexit
becomes a fait accompli,

at which point, it becomes
very difficult to stop.

So, we will go undercover
at the Mustard Clinic,

blend into the hospital's genre,
infiltrate the surgery,

and take down whoever is
planning the assassination.

Scholls, pass out the tech.

These are watches.

They will tell you the time as soon

as they're strapped to your wrist.

Water resistant, not water proof.

Know the difference.

These are pants.

They'll cover your body and
provide pouches for storage...

Can I sit down?

Yeah.

Have you spoken to your father?

He's busy with his own precinct now.

Look, I-I'm sure you have
some feelings about the fact

that I sent you to boarding
school when you were 2.

But it was the best
school in the country,

and I knew they would
take good care of you.

That school closed after six months

because the science teacher was
doing experiments on the kids.

After that, I-I got taken in
by a family of accountants

that would beat me every time
I made a basic math error.

I ran away, you know, age 15,

spent the next three years
living on the streets

until I was 22.

But you already know all this
from all the letters I sent you.

Yeah. Yeah. Th-They were really funny.

Then you know about the PTSD?

Right, after the army.

From the circus.

And now I can't even stick
my head in a lion's mouth

without freaking out.

Okay. Okay.
I know I wasn't a great mother.

But you have to understand
that I thought

I was doing what was best for me.

Yeah.

I do understand.

Look, would you mind letting me

finish my homework
for this case, please?

'Kay.

Stop requested.

I think I'm gonna walk
the rest of the way.

- Get some fresh air.
- Oh, okay.

Just go out of the
L.A. traffic, so it should be

pretty smooth sailing to Minnesota.

Just remember, when you
wake up in the morning,

you're a first-year intern at
a competitive teaching hospital.

And be careful, the head surgeon's known

for a cocky attitude
and incorrigible womanizing.

Don't worry, sir.

I have yet to meet the person
who could womanize me.

Copy that.

My first day as a doctor,

and I was already guilty
of romantic malpractice.

Oh, shit.

Damn. These things really do work.

Morning, sunshine.

Oh. And you are...?

Autumn Portugal.

How'd you sleep?

You know, we don't really
have to do this.

I mean, we were drunk.

We hooked up behind a gas station.

It's all good. Really.

So that's a no on my famous
round-shaped pancakes?

I'll take a rain check.

I'm late for work at the hospital.

Oh, the Mustard Clinic?

I'm a surgeon there.
I can give you a ride.

That's a great idea.

You know what's an even better idea?

Is if we part ways and
never see each other again.

Okay, but just to remind you,

I work at the hospital where
you're also going to work.

Yeah. Nice to meet you, too.

Have a good life.

And then the day went
from bad to hospital.

- Where the hell have you been?
- I'm sorry.

I don't know why I'm such an adorable,

- hot mess all of a sudden.
- Listen, Atkins had to

pull a lot of strings
to get you on this force.

The least you could do
is get your head in the game.

- Listen, Angela...
- Call me A.J.

Okay, A.J., first of all,

I'm your mother,
so stop it with the attitude.

Second of all, I've been doing
this a lot longer than you.

What the hell's on your feet?

Tissue boxes.

Couldn't find my shoes.

Morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the wonderful
world of medicine.

Now I don't mean to piss
in your IV bags,

but the simple fact is half of you

won't make it through this program.

Seven of you won't make it
through your first day.

Five will get locked in the stairwell.

Four will start a small business.

And two are undercover cops.

The intern that shows the most
promise after the first day

will get to scrub in on a real procedure

with our Chief Surgeon,
Dr. Autumn Portugal.

Oh, man, I'm screwed.

I'm getting that surgery.

I'll show my entire
promise if I have to.

Now, we haven't had a major
disaster since yesterday,

so you'll probably have some time to...

Oh, God! A Ferris wheel
just broke off its hinges!

It'll be here in less than five minutes!

Let's get you to triage. We
might have to cut off your face.

We got to get him out
and save the popcorn.

- The lollipop's heartbeat is normal,
- One, two...

- so it should be okay.
- three, four...

Stay with me!

Hey.

Hi.

This is a, uh, well,
an interesting predicament, huh?

This? This is... This is not
a predicament.

If anything, this is a post-dicament.

- Mm-hmm.
- You're a doctor.

I'm an intern.

And we're just gonna...

- do our jobs.
- For God's sake! I need a doctor!

Right, right, right.

There is just one tiny little hiccup.

I keep picturing you naked.

See, that's, uh... that's not helpful.

He's in complete organ failure!

Let's get him to the O.R.

All right, you know what?
We... Let's just...

We'll put this whole thing
behind us, okay?

Say Friday night. My place.

6:30?

Okay, yeah.

I-I'm not doing this.

We're not doing this.

This is not being done by us, okay?

Okay.

- Ohh, sorry.
- Cardin is here. Let's go.

They slipped him in the back entrance.

Scholls, talk to me.

He's in 34H.

Mr. C... Drop the razor, maggot!

It's Margot!

And I'm shaving him for the procedure!

Stand down, Doctor!

What the hell are you doing, A.J.?

What do you m-mean? I thought she was...

Well, she had a razor.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Pierre Cardin.

I would stand up to greet
you, but, unfortunately,

this gown leaves very little
in the way of privacy, no?

Don't worry, Monsieur Cardin.

We're doctors. We've seen it all.

Well, in that case, perhaps Nurse Margot

could proceed with her duties.

We just wanted to make sure
you were comfortable

before your procedure.

Mmm.

Thank you, Doctor.

I appreciate your hospital's
discretion with what

is admittedly an embarrassing procedure.

But in France, there is an impossible

standard of male genital beauty.

Just in the name of making sure
your privacy is protected,

are you expecting any visitors,

so that we can look out
for unwanted guests?

I have been assured that the only people

I will come in contact with
is Nurse Margot

and the surgeon
performing the procedure,

Dr. Autumn Portugal.

Of course.

These labs have been tampered with.

Look at his fasting blood sugar.

220 milligrams per deciliter,

which puts him in the diabetic range.

Cardin is a diabetic?

- Not according to labs...
- I'm not sensing...

Don't do that.

Not according to the labs
taken two weeks ago

at a French hospital.

80 milligrams per deciliter,

which is well within the normal
range, even for a Frenchman.

If we're about done
with the science lesson,

could somebody explain to me

how this disproves
our initial hypothesis?

It means that during the surgery,

they're gonna treat him like a diabetic.

They'll pump him full of insulin
and he'll never wake up again.

Aah! So whoever tampered with
the labs is part of this.

They're signed by a Nurse
Jacqueline Margot.

Good work, Charo.

All right, we need to find out
if Margot was connected

with the Frexit movement

and who she's working with.

Charo, Tribeca, put a tail on Margot

and find out if she is
who she says she is.

Uh, if it's all the same to you, sir,

I think A.J. should accompany Charo.

I haven't shot anybody in 20 years.

Who knows what this woman is capable of.

Fine. A.J., Charo, get moving.

Hey. I don't need you
sticking up for me, okay?

I screwed up and that's my thing.

But I don't need my mommy
to make it better.

That's not what I was doing.

Yeah, it is.

Okay, just watch your back, okay?

I think I can handle
a middle-aged nurse.

Get him. Battle it out. To the death.

- That was quite a fight.
- Mm-hmm.

But why'd you go so easy on him?

I know things.

He's my nephew.

I don't want to hear
about it from my sister.

What do you know about Pierre Cardin?

None of your damn business.
And who the hell are you?

The question is, who are you?

Better yet, who have you become?

Because those straight teeth tell me

you come from a decent,
middle-class family.

And those shoes say you married a man

you thought you loved
and had two beautiful kids,

but that neck screams divorce.

And your eyelids, well, it might
as well be written on 'em,

you're doing things you don't
want to be doing for people

you don't want to be doing 'em for.

All right, I killed them!

I killed all of them!

Wait. All of them?

Who else did you kill?

I marry old men in the ICU,

and then kill them and collect
their life insurance.

Isn't that why y'all are here?

Wait, so, you're not involved
with the Frexit movement

trying to kill Pierre Cardin?

No, I don't know anything about that.

So, wait. Then why did you make it

look like Cardin's a diabetic?

These aren't the labs that I signed.

He's not a diabetic.

What the hell is going on here?

That's what we're trying to
figure out, and we need to do it

before Cardin's surgery
tomorrow morning.

Morning?

They moved that up to tonight.

Yo, Margot, you're up!

Wait, wait, wait. Wait a minute!

Which intern did Dr. Portugal
pick to assist her?

The one she's banging, obviously.

Haven't you ever worked in a hospital?

Move out the way, boys.

Scalpel.

Shouldn't we wait for the rest
of the surgical team?

Oh, Monsieur Cardin was very
concerned about his privacy.

He only wanted me in the room.

And I wanted you.

Make your incision, Doctor.

Should I be asleep at this point?

I'm a little bit nervous.

Oh, here. It's easy.

It's just like slicing a pie...

made of scrotal skin.

That's excellent.

Very nice.

Looks like I chose the right intern.

Tell me it's not just
because we slept together.

Oh, you don't want to start this
relationship on a lie, do you?

Oh, that reminds me.
Cardin is a diabetic,

so I had better administer his insulin

before his blood sugar gets too high.

Wait, are you sure he's a diabetic?

He was eating an awful lot of sweets.

Oh, you know the French.

Plus, trust me, I did the labs myself.

Why are all the good ones murderers?

Move, move, move!

Freeze!

You heard the man!

Stop pushing!

Oh, whoa, what... what is going on?

Who are you working for?

Someone in the French government?

A fascist group?

You know,Doctor,

I don't think I ever got your name.

Yeah, it's funny, because
no one knows my real name,

but for your pretty eyes,
I'll make an exception.

It's Doreen Spittlesworth,

but you can call me Angie Tribeca.

- What's going on?
- It's Portugal.

She was going to kill Cardin,
but I stopped her just in time.

Shoot. He's bleeding to death
and I just knocked out

the only real doctor among us.

I don't know what to do.

I know what to do.

It was in the homework.

Wow, I've never been proud
of anyone before.

It feels so good.

Don't get used to it.

Can you just allow me to be
your mother for one moment?

You got a long way to go
before you can use that word

and have it mean something.

I'll drag Portugal to the van.
You two get in there.

Suction.

Clamp.

Scalpel.

Damn it, I nicked the urethra!
He's peeing out!

- More suction damn it!
- I'm trying!

Clamp.

I can't close it off!

I never learned how to tie a knot.

Oh, it's easy.

You just make bunny ears.

Take the bunny around the hedge,

put it into its hole...

and pull.

He's stable.

You did it.

All by yourself.

When you're done in here,
there's a woman in O.R. 2

with half a baby
hanging out of her toaster.

- Oh!
- They say that

pretending to be a doctor is easy.

And in a way, they're right.

But what they don't tell you is
that pretending to be a doctor

is a lot more than
just dressing in the scrubs.

You have to be tough,
sensitive, courageous, flirty

and sometimes all five at the same time.

But in the end,

it's definitely the scrubs
that convince people.

Oh, my God! Stop summing it all up!

All you have to do is tell me
who you are and it'll stop.

I'm Doctor Autumn Portugal.

I'm Head of Surgery
at the Mustard Clinic.

The thing about first days is...

Okay, all right, okay!

I'm Sara Crouton. I'm CIA.

And you just let a French spy
loose in our country.

What are you talking about?

Cardin! He's French Intelligence.

He's part of their
active measures campaign

to undermine our institutions.

You're wrong.

He's just a diplomat
that's trying to hold

the European Union together.

Where the hell are you
getting your information?

Try the Vice President.

Oh, Vice President Joe Perry,

who's under congressional investigation?

Joe Perry's Vice President?

Oh, my God.

He's the one who sent me to prison.

Whose side are you on, anyway?

Hey!

Oh, sorry.

I didn't know someone was still in here.

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