All language subtitles for The Pretender - 3x04 - Someone To Trust

Do you remember what I told you?
Do you remember?

Just a little bit of help.

I warned you to
stay clear of this place.

I'll do anything that you need done.

I just need something to eat.

Not for me- for my child.

I told you.
This isn't a halfway house.

Is there a problem
here, Manny?

Oh, I didn't see you, Mrs. ...

Is this man disrupting business?

Well, he keeps coming in
asking if there's any work.

- Give him my table.
- Excuse me?

- Treat him and his family the same
as any other patron. - But, Mrs. -

When his family has finished eating,
pack a picnic basket...

and give them enough cash
for a hotel room for a week.

- Do you have a problem with that?
- No, ma'am.

- It's all right to go get your family now.
- God bless you.

Dignity is usually
something you see taken...

not given.

Family is the most important thing
a person can protect.

It's all there is.

You're not from Clear Bay.

No, I'm-I'm not.

Pleasure trip?

Business.

Well, I hope you enjoy your stay.

I, uh-

I didn't get your name.

Your r�sum� is impressive.

Flawed, but impressive.

Flawed?

The job you did in Seattle
almost landed you in jail.

Well, I'm here, aren't I?

Mr. Kincade needs
a consummate professional.

If he is even slightly associated
with incendiary events...

other arrangements
will have to be made.

Try English.

How do we know
you're any good?

You see that 18-footer
at the end of the dock?

- Yes.
- It belongs to the local sheriff, I believe.

Yes. Randall Carver.
That's him over there.

He lives for that boat.

Not anymore.

That's my-That's my boat!

So, we in business?

There are Pretenders among us.

I was taken from my family.

36 hours and he's already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.

How many people died
because of what I thought up?

Since I broke out, I've spent
every moment searching for my past.

He's a Pretender-

A genius who can become
anyone that he wants to be.

- The Centre wants him alive.
- Preferably.

He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

You a doctor?

I am today.

Hello?

Anybody here?

Miss Parker.

What's going on?

I was just, uh, catching
up on the pursuit files.

I guess I'll... get back to work.

Excuse me.

Here it comes. Here it comes.

The second child is a boy.
It's stillborn.

Harold Kincade.
Thanks for coming, Mr. Burns.

The Venus butterfly.
They say if she lands on you...

some crap about good luck.

Well, luck didn't help
this one very much.

You got that right.

I heard about your show at the
marina this morning.

Fourth of July stuff.

Well, Sheriff Carver's
not celebrating.

The preliminary investigation
ruled the explosion accidental.

That's the idea.
Clean, professional.

I wouldn't want anything to happen
like what happened last time.

Last time?

I read the papers.

I know all about how
those people died in your building.

It was an amateurish job.

Just the kind of mess I don't need.

Harold?

I thought you were spending
the afternoon in town.

I wanted to surprise you.
I had Doris fix us an early dinner.

- No time.
- Well, I'm sure she can-

Manny told me you created quite a scene
this morning with a homeless man.

It was more than just
a homeless man.

He had a little girl who looked like
she hadn't had a decent meal in weeks.

My wife's a sucker for the lazy
and unmotivated, Mr. Burns.

Jarod.

Jarod's a designer.

I thought I'd give him a shot
at the building downtown.

Could you recommend
a place to stay?

I'm afraid it's peak season. There's not
gonna be much available in town.

Well, the guesthouse is empty.

I couldn't possibly
put anybody out.

My husband is a sucker for
the aggressive and industrious.

I'll have the housekeeper open it for you.
We'll talk in the morning.

Don't wait up.

I swear he was crying.

He was watching
his own birth, Parker.

Seeing yourself ripped away from family
is enough to tear anyone's heart out.

Since when does Lyle have a heart?

Why is it so hard for you to believe
he might actually feel loss?

After all,
Catherine was his mother too.

Ooh, she may have given him life,
but she had nothing to do with who he is.

People change, Parker.
Call it an awakening.

Sydney, we're talking about
a man who killed in cold blood.

You don't "awaken" from that.

Miss Parker,
this was just delivered for you.

Looks like Jarod's handwriting.

Oh, she's pretty.

"Trust can kill you or set you free."

I've heard that somewhere before.

It sounds kind of cryptic.

Jarod wouldn't have
sent this without a reason.

Find out who she is.

Sure.

I grew up a long way
away from here.

- That makes two of us.
- Really?

(I) imagined you as a little girl
with a pony and private schools...

leading this charmed life
like Alice in Wonderland.

My parents died in a fire
when I was a baby.

I was raised by my aunt in a little
trailer park just west of Corpus Christi.

That must have been
very difficult for you.

She loved me. That's the last time
I remember being truly happy.

And you?
Do you have family?

I have a sister out there somewhere.

My brother was killed
about six months ago.

I'm sorry.

Your parents?

I lost contact with
them when I was a child.

I'm still trying to find them.

You should never give up.

The thing you want most in life
could be right around the next corner.

I know you're not
who you pretend to be.

I used to deny it,
but I know what my husband does.

You're not here
to design a building.

You're here to burn one down.

That's not... really who I am.

I believe you, Jarod.
You're a good man.

I can see it in your eyes.

My husband used to be
a good man.

Unfortunately, people change.

Good night.

Good night.

- Daddy?
- Ah, angel.

Did you, um, change your hair again?

Do you like it?

Well, it's your head.

Daddy, I need to talk
to you about Lyle.

I don't mean to sound paranoid,
but I think he's up to something.

- Did he threaten you?
- Threaten? No.

I caught him watching the D.S.A.
Of my-of-of our birth.

- So?
- So, he was crying.

Ah, I see. Crying.
And you took that for hostility?

Well, no.
But given his track record...

I thought it was kind of strange.

Now, sweetheart, Lyle's a very deep
and complicated man.

- But, Daddy-
- No, let me finish.

(He) came to me a few days ago
in confidence and, uh, purged his soul.

I think you could say he's, uh,
undergoing a transformation.

You know, he wanted to know
the location of your mother's grave.

Can you imagine that?
Hmm.

No, I can't.

Sweetheart, I know it's hard for you...

finding out about your brother
the way you did.

But it isn't easy
for him either, you know.

Just remember that.

And I do love your hair.

"Trust can kill you
or set you free. "

So I've read.

Who's the woman in the picture?

Someone who got caught up
with the wrong people.

Haven't we all?

Some do worse things than others.

Like murdering an innocent woman
in an elevator?

So what are you trying to tell me?

That you have to see people
for what they are.

- Keep my eyes open.
- To all possibilities.

Because in the end...

we all get what we deserve.

Oh, my God!
Jarod, help! It's Harold!

- Kristi, what happened?
- There was an explosion.

A fire. I couldn't get to him.

- Where's your husband?
- In the bedroom.

Call 911!

- Stay here.
- He's my husband!

Stay here!

Truck 89, tanker truck 289.

289, do you copy?

Make sure the fire inspector
has complete access to the bedroom.

Right.

Tape off the balcony.

They still haven't found
the source of the fire.

Sounds like my boat.

What a mess.

Are you sure you wouldn't
rather lie down?

I'm sorry to bother you, Ms. Kincade,
but I need to ask you some questions.

- Can't this wait?
- You the lawyer?

Tom Byner's my lawyer.
He's on his way.

I see. Well, you wanna wait for him, or
do you wanna talk to me about this thing?

- What are you getting at, Sheriff?
- Who are you?

Mr. Burns is a business associate
of my husband. He's our guest.

- What do you wanna know?

- Everything you can remember.

I, uh, went to bed around 10:00.

But Harold wasn't home yet.
He had a business meeting.

Um, I'd fallen asleep.

I remember Harold
climbing into bed.

I don't know what time it was
or how long it had been.

What happened next?

It's okay.

Um, I rolled over
away from Harold...

and I fell back asleep.

And at some point,
everything exploded.

I heard Harold scream,
and I turned, and he was on fire.

I reached out for him, but the flames were
too hot. There was nothing I could do.

So I ran down the stairs,
and I found Doris our housekeeper...

and that's when she told me
what she saw.

- What?
- A-A figure.

A man running across
the lawn into the woods.

That's all I remember.

I'm gonna have to ask you to come back
into town with me, Miss Kincade.

- What? Are you arresting her?
- No.

If everything checks out,
she oughta be home by morning.

Sheriff, this is ridiculous.

- She's been through enough already.
- Mr. Burns.

The housekeeper's statement takes you
away from the scene of the fire.

But, uh, I would appreciate it
if you didn't leave town right away.

- Beautiful girl.
- Mmm.

Her name is Che Ling.
That's what it says right here.

She's from the Xinjiang province, one of
the poorest regions of Northern China.

- Cut to the chase, Broots.
- Okay.

She applied for a visa 24 months ago.
She received it a year later.

- And that's when she landed in neon city.
- Vegas?

- Mm-hmm.
- Ring-a-ding-ding.

Yes. Las Vegas is
the marriage capital of the world.

- Marriage?
- Mm-hmm.

See, Che Ling is a mail-order bride.

Keep digging. L.V.P.D.,
county marriage records.

- I want this girl.
- Okay.

Men ordering women
like they were snow tires.

Well, I'll give you a call later.

- You gonna be all right?
- Yes.

- Hi.
- Hi. Thank you for coming.

- Did Carver put you through the ringer?
- I've had better nights.

But I think he's satisfied,
at least for now.

I had your housekeeper prepare
a spare bedroom, so you can get some rest.

I can't go back to that house.
Not yet.

Well, where can I take you?

We have a cabin
just outside of town.

- Do you think you could drive me there?
- Of course.

Come on.

Harold and I used to love this place...

especially in the early years.

I don't wanna sound disrespectful...

but your husband didn't seem
to treat you very well.

He used to.

The man I loved and married was caring and
compassionate. He just didn't stay that way.

Kristi, there's something
I wanna tell you.

The real reason that
I came to Clear Bay was-

- What is it?
- I think you have a cracked line.

Harold never could get
that gas leak fixed.

It seemed like every time the gas company
came out to fix one break...

another one would spring up.

I can shut off the main outside,
but you should really-

really have that replaced.

Hello? Yes.
Yes, she is.

It's Tom Byner.

Thank you. Yes?

No, Tom, I don't wanna talk about this.
No, I'll call you.

- What's wrong?
- Byner wants to go over Harold's will.

- Now?
- Something about tax complications.

I don't know if
I can deal with this.

I'm scared, Jarod.

I can tell that the police think that
I had something to do with Harold's death.

- Why you?
- The estate is worth millions.

Your housekeeper saw someone
running from the house, right?

- What if they don't believe her?
- I'll make them believe her.

I'll prove to them that
someone else was there. Okay?

It's been so long since
someone's really taken care of me.

I'm-
I'm so sorry.

- It's okay.
- No, it's-

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

(It's) strange to say good-bye
to someone you've never met.

You can spend every waking hour...

working your way to the top,
and then you get there...

and you realize that's
not even what it's all about.

Are you talking about her?

No. Me.

I've made a lot of mistakes
along the way.

I've made excuses for everything
I've done, and...

I can't-
I won't blame my past anymore.

I can't move forward
without a clean slate.

She was very compassionate.

I was never allowed
a first chance with her...

but I'd like a second one with you.

Where did it all go wrong?

Who are you, Mr. Burns?

I already told you.
I'm a designer.

And I'm Cindy Crawford.

The only thing that I'm guilty of
is bad timing.

- I doubt Mrs. Kincade would agree with that.
- Meaning?

She seems relieved to have
someone like you to lean on.

Mrs. Kincade is a very nice woman.

She's the prime suspect
in an active murder investigation.

She had nothing to do
with the death of her husband.

Maybe she didn't.
Maybe she did.

I'd appreciate it if you'd leave
the investigation to the police.

A case like this could
really make a cop's career.

What did you say?

I'm wondering what
you're really interested in-

justice or a conviction.

I'm interested in the truth.

And we'll find it.

Our housekeeper told me what she saw.

A man running across
the lawn into the woods.

They say the killer always
returns to the scene of the crime.

It's times like this
I wish I hadn't quit smoking.

What's really bothering you?

Lyle is my brother,
and he seems sincere.

Oh, Sydney, I want to trust him.
It's just-

"Trust can kill you or set you free. "

I remember who first
said that to me now.

- Confucius?
- Your mother.

I just got this from
the Las Vegas Police Department.

It's a 911 Che Ling made
the night she disappeared.

Play it.

911.

You have to help me. He will hurt me.

- Slow down. What's the problem?
- He angry.

He always angry. Going to hit me, beat me.
He coming back.

- Who is "he"? Your husband? Boyfriend?
- He coming.

- Where are you?
- 223 Desert Vista Apartments.

Please, he going to kill me.

When the police got there,
the apartment was empty.

- Mail-order husband? - Vanished. So
was everything connecting him to her.

What about
a marriage certificate?

There must be some way to find out
who she was so afraid of.

I contacted the license bureau.

They couldn't find any record
of anyone named Che Ling.

It seems like everything about her
is disappearing right in front of our eyes.

This was just delivered
for you, Miss Parker.

Another present from Jarod.

Isn't that your father?

Where are you?

223 Desert Vista Apartments.

Please, he going to kill me.

Desert Vista Apartments.

You don't think it was your father
that Che Ling was so afraid of, do you?

Where are you going?

To try and find someone to trust.

You wanna tell me again
why you came to Clear Bay?

I was on retainer to do
some work for Harold Kincade.

Mm-hmm. Like the work you did
in Seattle a few years back?

I did a background check on you, Burns.
You got a half a dozen arrests...

for arson.

I got a dead man, a suspicious fire
and a whole lot of attitude...

and it doesn't take a genius
to figure it out.

- Now why did you kill Kincade?
- I didn't.

- You were on the grounds.
- What about the boot prints?

- They're not my size.
- Easy for you to plant.

No, I want them
labeled as evidence.

Did Kincade cross
you on the deal?

He try to rip you off?
Is that why you torched him?

Answer me!

I'm not saying anything.

Which puts you right at the top
of the list in the murder of Harold Kincade.

Not unless you have more than a suspect rap sheet.

Oh, gee! Tom, go away.
This is police business.

Not anymore, it isn't.

I've been retained by Kristi Kincade
to represent Mr. Burns in this matter.

Kristi sent you?

If you have proof of Mr.
Burns's guilt, charge him.

Otherwise, I suggest you arrange
for his immediate release.

Sheriff? What did Burns mean
when he asked about the boot prints?

You watched my interrogation?

I thought I could learn something.

Eh, Sheriff, you got a phone call.
They say it's an emergency.

Look, Deputy, why don't you
get back out on patrol, huh?

We don't want the system
to break down now, do we?

Hello?

Hello?

Jarod! I was so worried.

Oh!

When I heard you'd been taken in
by Sheriff Carver, I thought that-

It's okay now.
Everything's okay.

It's like a bad dream.

I'm here now.

Yes, Doris?

Excuse me, Mrs. Kincade.
I think there's something you should see.

Will you excuse me?

Is everything all right?

I believed in you.

I thought I'd finally found
someone who I could trust.

What are you talking about?

- Lighter fluid, fuses, a timer.
- Where did you get this?

Did you think that killing him
was the only way for us to be together?

What? I had nothing to do
with the death of your husband.

Then explain to me why Doris
found all this in the guest room.

I don't know.

I trusted you!

Wait, wait, wait.

Don't- Let me go!

Not until you listen to me!
Now listen to me!

Yes, I wanted to see
your husband punished.

But after I met you,
everything changed.

I had nothing to do
with the death of your husband.

I could never do anything like that...

especially to someone like you.

You have to believe me.

Doris. She called the sheriff.
You gotta run.

I've done nothing wrong.

Carver has information about
you that says otherwise.

You gotta go.

Go to the cabin.
Wait for me until I come for you.

I'll call Byner and see
what we can do.

All right.

I'm innocent.

You have to believe me.

- Can we talk?
- Nothing would make me happier.

There are things
I need to share with you.

I found a photograph.
I'm not sure what it means.

- Photograph?
- A picture of-

- Miss-Miss Parker?
- Not now.

I'm not sure what it means,
but I think it concerns us both.

It's imperative we speak now,
Miss Parker.

Excuse me.

What do you want?

We spoke to the sheriff
outside of Tahoe.

He recognized the picture
of Che Ling I put on the Internet.

- So?
- So she was found three days after that 911 call.

She'd been beaten to death
and dumped near the highway.

No one claimed the body.
She was buried in a pauper's grave.

Are you telling me my father
secretly married a mail-order bride

and then killed her?

No, not exactly.

The marriage records
were erased, of course.

But Broots found this wedding photo
in the back issue of a Vegas newspaper.

Son of a bitch.

Harold never could get
that gas leak fixed.

Burns!

I know you're in here.

Now let's just end this
without anybody gettin' hurt.

- Change of heart?
- Jarod!

Was this your idea
of protecting me?

What? No!

No, you don't understand.
I talked to Sheriff Carver.

- He's on our side.
- He's on our side?

- Yes.
- Then why did he have his gun drawn?

He wants to talk to you. That's all.

I explained everything to him.

I told him you never
could have done this.

Please, just go in
and talk to him, okay?

Okay.

I want this to be over.

I know you do.

Jarod?

I love you.

Angel.

We need to talk.

Oh, you look like
you just saw a ghost.

More like the grim reaper.

Oh, I came this close
to dropping my guard.

Tears for Mom, trust,
second chances.

Something she never got.

- I'm glad it's out in the open.
- Well, then you admit knowing her?

Of course he knew her.
He was married to her, for Pete's sake.

Daddy, you're aware of all this?

I told you he confided in me.

You went to Las Vegas.

I have a picture of you outside
Che Ling's apartment building.

He was kind enough to help me
tie up some loose ends.

You mean cover up a murder,
don't you?

That's way out of line.

I was afraid...

that's what might have
happened to her.

Like you didn't know?

I had nothing to do with
Che Ling's death.

I loved her!

Then why all the secrets?

Couples have problems.

I came home one day,
and she was gone.

She took off with some drifter type,
I heard.

Hey, she left because you hit her.

- You see?
- Never touched her.

- How do you know?
- 'Cause he said he didn't.

Now, everybody makes mistakes.
At least you can give him another chance.

I won't try to justify
everything that happened.

But I'm not the same person
that I was.

I've changed...

and I hope that someday
you'll understand that...

embrace it.

This whole deal isn't worth
the powder to blow it to hell.

Remember, we're a family.
It's about time we started acting like one.

Now I'm gonna demand that
we all go out to dinner together tonight.

Huh? If you can't trust your family,
who can you trust?

The small bag stays with me. Make sure
the trunks are sent ahead to the airport.

I wish you'd postpone this trip.

Harold's will is watertight.
That's what you said.

He's been dead
less than a week.

Yesterday, Burns and Carver were
blown to bits in a cabin owned by you.

It might look better if you didn't appear
so anxious to get out of town.

Let me tell you something, counselor.

Jarod Burns murdered my husband

and then killed Sheriff Carver
to cover his tracks.

It's just my good fortune that
he screwed up and killed himself.

I'm on the flight to Paris in two hours.
Do you have all the bank information?

The money will be wired to Paris
by the end of the week.

Yeah.

Are you sure?

Can't it be sent
ahead to Paris?

What's wrong?

It appears there's an addendum
to Harold's original will.

Meaning?

Without your signature,
you'll forfeit a sum of money.

- How much?
- $50,000.

But considering the inheritance
is nearly 10 million...

I don't think it's anything
you need to worry about.

I don't pay you to think.

Switch my flight to midnight

and have your assistant bring me
those papers before I leave.

- But what about-
- Just do it!

Good afternoon, Mrs. Kincade!

Who the hell are you?

You helped me the other
day at your restaurant?

What are you doing here?

My little girl wanted to thank you.

And we wanted to say how sorry we were
for the loss of your husband.

What are you people doing on my property?
This is a private residence.

The deputy let us in
the front gate.

- The deputy?
- I hope we're not interrupting.

I saw you die.

You should have taken
your original flight, Kristi.

But then again, I knew a girl like you
couldn't give up $50,000.

- Jarod.
- Maybe you'd better sit down.

You look a little weak
in the knees.

I saw you walk into the cabin.
I saw-

No, you saw
what you wanted to see.

What you didn't see was Sheriff Carver
and me go out the back door...

before your homemade bomb
blew it to bits.

Oh, Sheriff Carver, he confessed
to the murder of your husband...

and he implicated you
in the whole thing.

- Jarod-
- It was a brilliant plan.

Really. I mean,
you had all the bases covered.

I mean, what better partner in a murder

than the man who was covering
the investigation?

And you both played
your parts brilliantly.

I'm sorry to bother you, Ms. Kincade,
but I need to ask you some questions.

He was on fire.

Let's go, Sheriff.

Oh, and then there were
the subtle touches.

Your tears were so convincing
the night you murdered your husband.

- Stay here.
- He's my husband!

Stay here!

Routine maintenance calls to
the gas company about that pesky leak...

before the "accidental" explosion.

The only thing that was missing
was a patsy-

a fall guy to come along
and pin the whole thing on.

I love you.

Jarod, it was never personal.

Oh, you're wrong.

It was very personal.

You know, there is one thing
that I still can't figure out.

What's that?

Whatever happened to that
happy little girl from Corpus Christi?

What?

I assume you found Che Ling.

I found her.

She was in the county cemetery
with a wooden grave marker.

Another casualty of the Centre.

Not according to Mr. Lyle and my father.

And you think
you can trust what they say?

As opposed to trusting you?

That's kind of like jumping out
of the fire into the fire, isn't it?

You think you know the truth
about your father...

and Mr. Lyle
and who killed your mother.

But the fact is, you only know
what the Centre wants you to know.

What do you want from me?

The same thing you want from me-
a little trust.

I have to go.

Be careful, Miss Parker.

Remember what your mother
used to say-

"Trust can kill you or set you free. "

Ah, there's my angel.

Sweetheart, you are beautiful.

Let's get a move on.

Where's Lyle?

Oh, he called.
He's gonna meet us there.

He said he didn't want
another minute to go by...

without arranging
a proper burial for Che Ling.

I'll get the car.

- Daddy-
- Uh-huh?

You look very handsome tonight.

You betcha.