All language subtitles for Angie Tribeca s02e09 Contains Graphic Designer Violence.eng

Previously on "Angie Tribeca"...

Mayhem Global?
What do we know about them?

They got their hands
in a little bit of everything...

construction, import/export,
fracking, real estate,

party supplies, T-shirts,

culturally-insensitive
Halloween costumes,

and all the healthcare in Louisiana.

So, Mayhem Global hires
Duran to hack Meet'N'Cheat.

She draws us in.

Then she hacks us from the inside.
But why?

As soon as we get
Mayor Perry out of there

and elect Dick Dreyfuss,

we can start to make real change.

Who the hell are these people?

Mayhem Global. Mayhem Global.

Mayhem Global. Mayhem Global.

- Mayhem Global.
- Mayhem Global.

I am Mayhem Global.

[Sirens wailing in distance]

[Rock music plays]

[Sighs]

[Knock on door]

Geils! Tribeca! Get in here!

Where's Tribeca? She's late again.

That's three tardies this week.

One more, and she can't
go to the aquarium.

I just don't know what's up with her.

We find 50 kilos of cocaine
at this drug dealer's house.

Yeah.

And I say, "That's a lot
of snow for Los Angeles."

- Nice.
- Killer line.

I nailed the timing and everything.

She gives me nothing.

Geils, let me explain something to you.

In every cop's life,
they go through a phase

where they feel like
the system doesn't work.

The bad guys get away,

and it feels like there's nothing
the police can do about it.

I think I saw a documentary
about this on PDTV.

Alan Thicke narrated it.

She's got things going on
in her body right now

that even she doesn't understand.

Here.

"The Changing Badge."
Thanks, Lieutenant.

Sorry I'm late.

The, uh, thing wasn't working.

Anyway, a graphic
designer's been murdered.

- So? Good riddance.
- No, no.

We still have to investigate it,

no matter how personally
despicable we find them.

So, let me guess... We
go through the motions

of capturing the killer,

and once we have him, we let
him off on a technicality?

"Even though you know
your partner's changing,

she might not know she's changing."

Get down to the graphic designer's loft,

figure out who killed him.

Also, find out what the
parking's like down there

and what they're gonna list it for.

So, I was thinking
maybe after the crime,

we could get a drink together.

Oh, yeah, I have a lot
of stuff going on right now,

so maybe some other crime?

What are we looking at, Scholls?

Victim's name is Sebastian Elsworth.

Graphic designer.

Worked mainly in the
advertising space...

posters, labels, coupons...

though he won't need
to back up his work anymore

because he just got sent to the cloud.

[Low trombone notes play]

Upstairs neighbor's a trombone player.

- Blunt-force trauma to the head?
- Yes.

We haven't been able
to recover the murder weapon,

but I'll never stop loving you.

Checked his computer. Upstanding guy.

Doesn't share his Netflix
password, pays for his porn,

has a good relationship
with most of his clients,

including the Mayor Perry campaign.

Don't tell me this has to do with
Mayhem Global and the election.

I have no idea.

You said he had a good relationship
with most of his clients.

That means the majority.

There was a long, angry back-and-forth

between Elsworth and an Alistair Cook

who owns a local microbrewery.

"Dr. McBadbones Old Fashioned
Crazy Style Triple Brewed Lager."

Seems Cook wasn't too happy
with Elsworth's design,

so refused to pay him.

E-mails got pretty heated.

In one, he called him
a "ducking armhole,"

which I'm quite sure was autocorrected

for something else.

Let's have forensics search
the area for the murder weapon,

and I'll go talk to Alistair Cook...

I guess.

What's up with her?

Oh.

Hoffman went through that whole thing.

Do the worksheets in the back.

They really help.

Thanks.

Want to go interview
this microbrewery guy?

I got a thing I got to do,
but can you cover me?

Of course. No problem.

Oh, it looks like a beautiful sunset.

I see a sickly orphan
sleeping next to a dead cow.

All right. See you around.

I hired the guy to make
labels for my beer.

They were six weeks late,
and they were terrible,

so, yeah, I was a little aggravated.

A little aggravated?

The title of your e-mail said,
"I'm very aggravated."

Okay, very aggravated,
but I'm a small business owner.

I can't afford setbacks like that.

I've spent 18 years
of my life perfecting

Dr. McBadbones Old Fashioned
Crazy Style Triple Brewed Lager,

and this guy sends me a
label that looks like this.

The skeleton's drinking beer,

and it's all leaking out his ribcage

'cause he's got no organs.

Huh. That's awesome.

Oh.

Oh!

That's pretty amazing.

I guess I was pretty out of line

when I called him a "ducking armhole."

Mr. Cook, where were you last night?

- I was in "Oklahoma!"
- Which part?

Understudy for Curly McLain,
but I like to be there.

- I'm gonna need to see a playbill.
- Oh, sure.

Let me just drop
everything and go find it.

Oh, wait.

I don't have time for that

'cause I got to be here
and do everything myself.

You know 9 out of 10 small businesses

fail in their first 100 years?

I'll get you your playbill, Detective.

You want to give me a hand with this?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Seems like the beer guy's
story checked out.

Cool.

I'm thinking of bringing in
the neighbor this afternoon...

- the trombone player?
- Yeah, it makes sense.

You all right?

Mm-hmm.

[Whirring]

You sure you don't want
to tell me anything?

Nope. Feeling great.

Got a great job that actually
makes a difference in the world.

It's really clear who the good
guys are and the bad guys are.

I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

[Bubbling]

Hey, thanks for doing this, man.

I know it's short notice,
but Tribeca took off early.

No problem, bro.

Thanksgiving's not a big
deal in my family, anyway.

All right, Sousa.

Where were you on the night
that happened last night?

I was home.

- Alone?
- Alone?

Uh, sorry.

- Alone?
- Alone?

You... You go.

Alone?

No. I was with my trombone, Todd.

And what is your relationship
with Sebastian Elsworth?

- Honestly?
- If that's how you want to play it.

He drove me insane...

graphic designing all day, all night.

Click, click, click.
Mouse, mouse, mouse.

Prrrrr-int! Prrrrr-int!

I could barely hear myself
practice my trombone.

- So he made you pretty angry.
- He sure did.

Angry enough to go
downstairs and hit him

in the head with your blunt instrument?

Definitely that angry.
See, this guy gets it.

Oh. Wait. You think I killed
Elsworth with my trombone?

You guys have any idea how much
a Nobbingsly trombone costs?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

How much?

Well, it would depend on
what year the Toppings...

Nobbingsly... Trombone was made.

It was a 1961 plated-brass
Nobbingsly Futura 605.

$53,684.45.

All right, so you know your Nobbingsly.

So you also know that it
would be ridiculous for me

to risk damaging it by hitting
Elsworth in the head,

even though that graphic
designer deserved it.

Are we done here?

I have a huge performance tomorrow

where a man's joke is gonna fall flat.

I don't think the neighbor
had anything to do with it.

And the beer guy's story checks out.

So we've got a murder
without a murderer.

Well, no one can say we didn't try.

See you Monday.

Looks like Scholls has a rifle.

Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee...

One of my techs found
this in the Dumpster

next to Elsworth's apartment.

There's traces of blood and
hair that match the victim.

But here's the interesting part.

I went to check it into evidence,

was told someone checked it
out of evidence yesterday.

Who checked it out?

That would tell us exactly who did it.

A. Tribeca.

Please tell me it's not Angie Tribeca.

I'm afraid so.

The Angie Tribeca that works here?

Yep.

Damn it.

Angie.

[Doorknob rattles]

Angie, are you there?

Tribeca, I have to talk to you.

- Where are you going?
- I ran out of milk.

You have a packed bag
and a plane ticket.

Me gusto la leche de Mexico.

Is there something
you'd like to say to me?

Maybe about Sebastian Elsworth,
the graphic designer?

Maybe... I don't know... you killed him?

[Sighs]

Did I?

It would seem that way.

You signed the murder weapon
out of evidence yesterday.

Then it somehow got Elsworth's
brains smeared all over it.

I've only been at this for 15 years,

but that's what we call
an open-and-shut case.

It's the kind of case you and I
used to crack by 10:00 a.m.

and ride roller coasters all afternoon.

Well, I guess you have no
choice but to arrest me, Jay.

No, no, no, no, no.

You want to tell me
what's going on, Angela?

I'm afraid I can't do that.

Does this have to do with Mayhem Global?

Does this have to do with the election?

Is it because Elsworth
was designing posters

for the Perry campaign?

You're a good detective, Geils.
You'll figure it out.

This isn't you, Angie.

I know you've been going
through something lately,

but you've got your whole
career ahead of you.

And even though we never see it,
we're raising a baby together.

Fine.

This isn't as kinky as I imagined it,

but I'm gonna cuff you.

You have the right to...

[Handcuffs click]

You know the rest.

Hello, Tribeca.

Remember me?

Yeah. Hey.

Abigail Liukin.

Right.

From... college?

Internal Affairs.

Yes! Right.

Hello, Liukin. Hm.

I knew you were a dirty cop
the moment I laid eyes on you.

The water in my building
was shut off that day.

Tribeca.

I just wanted you to know
if there's anything you need...

I know, Lieutenant. I know.

No. I was gonna say we can't
really help you right now.

You're pretty toxic.

Even if you did kill that guy,
you're still my girl.

You hear me?

You're still... my girl.

Thanks, Tanner. That means a lot.

He's not too good with goodbyes.

Ow!

[Breathes sharply]

- Ow!
- All right. Okay.

My bad.

Oh!

Just... I'll do it.

- Oh!
- Aah! [Breathes sharply]

Oh!

Is that your statement?

Yep.

We've got you, Tribeca.

You signed out the murder weapon

yesterday morning at 9:00 a.m.

It was found near the
crime scene in a Dumpster

along with some of your hair,
a to-do list in your handwriting

with "murder" crossed off,

and a sandwich with a
bite taken out of it

that we matched to your dental records,

and this vanity license plate.

Want to try your statement again?

No, thanks.

Do you have any idea
how satisfying it's gonna be

for me to put you away?

Mm, I don't know.

Like an 8?

Try 9... 1/2.

Well, then, this is your lucky day.

Play all the games you want, Tribeca,

but you're gonna tell me what
you know about Mayhem Global

and their connection to
this mayoral election...

Because if you don't, so help me God,

I will unleash holy hellfire on you.

I will roll up the Constitution
and beat you with it.

And by the end, you'll be
crying and wishing you...

Take her away.

Come with me.

What are we gonna do?

If I knew what to do,
I'd be doing it, Geils.

We got to do something.

But what? What do we do?

- Something.
- Agreed! But what?

- Maybe...
- Pizza's here.

Pizza, pizza.

Anything else, Lieutenant?

That'll be all, Stan.

Let's just say she did do it.

It was a graphic designer.

- Victimless crime.
- She didn't do it.

Do you think if Tribeca has a rifle,

she's gonna hit someone
in the head with it

and then throw it in the Dumpster
right next to the building?

It's like someone's framing her,
and she's going along with it.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Maybe her childhood fantasy

was to be sentenced to life in prison.

No, that's not right.

She said she wanted to be a magician.

Yeah. So she gets to prison

so she can plan the
greatest escape in history.

I feel like we're getting offtrack.

The only way we're
gonna clear Tribeca's name

is to exonerate her,

and that means we have to find out

who actually killed Sebastian Elsworth.

We're on it, Lieutenant.

And this time, it's personal.

- Yeah.
- Wait a minute.

It really is personal this time

because I have a connection to Tribeca

and she's the focus of the case.

Wow. You're right.

This case really is personal for you.

[Chuckles]

Wait a minute.

I know Tribeca, as well,

and what happens to her affects my life.

This time, it's personal.

Guys, this is gonna blow you
away, but I'm her boss.

She's my employee.

No matter what the turnout,
I have an emotional stake in it.

This time, it's personal.

You guys mind if I mop the office?

Sure. We were just heading out
to clear Tribeca's name.

- Angie Tribeca?
- Yeah.

One time, I locked my keys in my car,

and she helped get them out.

I owe her everything.

This is personal.

Let's go.

Dr. Scholls, is this a bad time?

[Crying]

No, it's fine. What's up?

Here.

I think whoever murdered
our graphic designer

meant to use the shootie end of the gun.

He had a perch across the street.

You want me to help you save Tribeca?

I want you to help me catch a murderer.

I actually thought with
her out of the way,

we'd have a shot,

that her life sentence could
be our happily ever after.

Monica, I'm sure this doesn't
make up for anything,

but I do care about you.

Enough with the lies, Geils.

What we had was real.

- Is that a lie?
- Yeah.

Sorry. Old habits.

But I only lied to you because I
knew the truth would hurt you.

That's what good guys do.

I guess I just wished that, one time,

you'd looked at me the
way you look at her.

That's it?

I can do that.

[Romantic music plays]

She's so lucky.

[Computer beeps]

This is impossible.

The fingerprints belong to a cop

who's been dead for 10 years...

a Sergeant Edward Pepper.

That's Tribeca's old fianc?.

His name's come up a lot recently

for someone who's supposed to be dead.

I mean, dead means dead,
never coming back.

[Crying]

I know why Tribeca's
letting herself be framed.

She's gonna hook up
with Diane Duran in prison.

Tanner, get a webcam in there.

Geils, reserve the domain name
GirlCopsBehindBars.com.

No. I meant "hook up"
in a conspiracy sense.

I think Tribeca's gone to the dark side.

I think that she and Duran
and Sergeant Eddie Pepper

are conspiring to kill Mayor Joe Perry.

Gentlemen...

we have an assassination to stop.

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