All language subtitles for The Pretender - 3x13 - Pool

Hope you got fire insurance.

Excuse me?

Dumpin' hot sauce on top
of chili pepper gumbo?

You might as well
sit down on a blowtorch.

I like it hot.

- Mmm!
- Whoo!

Let me get you a glass of water.
Better yet,

why don't I reel in
the garden hose from out back?

It's been a pleasure
doing business with you,

but I'm afraid
it's past my bedtime now.

So I'll be on my way.

I don't appreciate being hustled.

Now, "hustle" is such a distasteful word.

Outplayed, yes.
Outsmarted, definitely.

But hustled? There's no gentlemen
sportsmen anymore.

You all call me again sometime, all right?

Earl?

- Billie.
- Who let that murderer in here?

You know as well as I do,
there's no stopping Eddie Fontenot.

Sometimes, it's better to see the devil
than to guess where he is.

Whoo!

He don't appreciate that.

This is for you, Marvin.

You don't wanna shoot that man.

Girl, have you lost your mind?

You don't point a gun at a man like Eddie
Fontenot unless you plan to pull the trigger.

I did.

Damn it, Earl!
Marvin was your brother.

You owe him better than this.

And you should mind
your own business.

I appreciate you helpin' out.

Name's Earl Dupree.

Jarod...

Pepper.

Would you mind if I asked
what happened to your brother?

Oh.

It happened two weeks ago.

Marvin was the closet thing
to a father that Billie knew.

She worshipped the man.

She was also the one
that found his body

out in the alley behind the club.

That must have been tough for her.

Marvin was a good man.

Best pool player I ever saw.

He just hustled the wrong man.

The devil at the pool table.

His name is Eddie Fontenot.

Police could never prove
that he pulled the trigger. But...

You think he did.

Marvin was lookin' for a big score.

Enough money to send Billie
to a fancy drama school

and get him off the road for good.

She was his life. He just wanted
to give her a different future.

So Eddie Fontenot...

invited Marvin over for a pool game.

A thousand dollars a rack.

- That's big money.
- Had to be.

The only black folks
Eddie Fontenot let in his house

come in the back door
and carried a mop.

So what happened?

Marvin beat him
like a rented mule.

He was up 50 grand when I left to
come back here to close up the-the club.

If you think Fontenot killed your brother,
why do you allow him in your club?

The club is all I got.

Eddie Fontenot could make
one phone call

and I'd wake up to a pile of cinders.

Don't you think it's time
that somebody stopped him?

There's only one way to get Eddie.

- How's that?
- You a pool player, Mr. Pepper?

I am now.

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.

- Daddy.
- Huh?

Where have you been?
I've left messages for you all week.

Brigitte and I stole away to Aruba.

Real romantic.

Your mother will always be
the first love of my life.

She gave me you and your brother.

- Nobody can replace that.
- She'll try.

- A second family of Parkers.
- She can't have children.

How can you be sure about that?

I don't land in an airport
without knowing the conditions.

I had her medical records checked.

Sweetheart, at my age,
I certainly don't want a baby.

Besides, I already got the best.
Hmm?

Oh, which reminds me,
I need a favor.

Favor?

Yeah, we're planning a little family
get-together tomorrow night.

You know, dinner,
drinks, nothing fancy.

Sounds nice.

Yeah. The new floors won't
be finished yet,

so I thought maybe we could
have it at your place.

Daddy, I'm not prepared to host.

Oh, it'll only be for family.

Ah, bring that gentleman friend of yours.
What's his name?

- Thomas?
- Yeah.

About time I got to know the fellow
that's wooing my little girl, don't you think?

- Daddy...
- 8.00 sharp.

Oh, and easy on the dairy.
And I do love you so.

Oh, God.

It's no fancy hotel,
but it's warm and it's clean.

Oh, I appreciate the hospitality.

People didn't always
make it easy for those two,

but through good times and bad,
Marvin loved that little girl.

It shows.

That's her now.

Got a voice of serenity
and a heart of turmoil.

When you remember me

I hope it makes you smile

You sing like an angel.

You still here?

Mr. Pepper gonna be
stayin' with us for a while.

You mind your manners now.

What do you really want here, Mr. Pepper?

I don't want anything.
And my name is Jarod.

Earl said that Marvin
was like a father to you.

What happened to your real family?

My daddy died in a car accident
when I was a baby.

Mama got sick and passed
a few years later.

There was no other family. Marvin
was their best friend, so he adopted me.

It was lucky for you.

See this picture?

I'd just gotten the lead in My Fair Lady
at my high school,

which was a big deal 'cause
I was only a sophomore.

Marvin stands up in the club and
tells everybody how proud he is of me.

Uh, listen up, ladies and gentlemen.

My little Billie is gonna play
the lead in a high school play.

You should hear this girl sing.

She's got her mother's golden voice.

I'm so proud of you, Billie.

He always wanted me to become a singer,
just like my mother.

But that dream died in the alley,
right along with Marvin.

A dream can only die
if the dreamer allows it to.

Billie, I'd like to help you find the truth
behind Marvin's killing.

How do you plan to do that?

If I can hustle my way into
Eddie Fontenot's world like Marvin did,

maybe I can find some evidence
that would connect him to the killing.

You play pool?

Well, I'm familiar with the architectural
theory of dynamic symmetry,

as well as Descartes' theory
of coordinate geometry, lines, angles.

- You ever chalk a cue?
- Excuse me?

You can put away
your math books, Mr. Pepper.

They may help you learn how to play pool,
but they can't make you a pool player.

No. But you can.

Me?

Do it for Marvin.

All right. Let's pick you out a cue.

Okay.

That's for you.

See? Good.

Okay.

Fingers. Great.

Now turn your hips into it
and explode into the shot.

- Uh.
- Not bad.

I'll get it.

It's not the shot you're hitting
you need to think about.

It's the one three strokes ahead.
Nine on the side.

Remember, pool is a mind game.

Make your opponent think about you,
and his game is lost.

Can you do that?

You tell me.

Pleasure doing business with you, sir.

Excuse me? Mr. Fontenot
would like to have a drink with you.

Mr. Pepper.
Or may I call you Jarod?

You know my name?

Oh, I make it my business to
know interesting people.

You wanted to see me?

Well, I noticed that you shoot
a particularly fine game of pool,

and I was certain that
you could appreciate this.

Richard Black, custom.

Elephant ivory casing,
golden diamond inlays.

Cost me $50,000.

Does it sink the ball for you too?

Oh, touche.

Now, would you care to indulge me
in a game? Strictly for sport, of course.

- I never play for sport.
- Ah.

Is she a friend of yours?

Oh, no. Poor child
was raised by a bad element.

- A bad element?
- Primal, if you get my meaning.

It so happens one of
this element got himself killed, and...

rumor has it she blames me.

- Now please, join us.
- No, thank you.

He's a good pool player.

Be transformed
into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream.

Why do people hate other
people because of the color of their skin?

I don't know, Jarod. It's called racism.

Why do I have to look at this?

It's important that you learn what's wrong
in the world, as well as what's right.

I have a dream that one day...

Are they taught to do this?

In some ways, yes.

Jarod, there is no
simple solution to racism.

But there is.
Stop hating.

I wish it were that easy.

It takes time and compassion.

Do you understand this, Jarod?

I understand it.

But I can't accept it.

I have a dream that one day,
every valley shall be exalted...

I'll never accept it.

This anxiety over your father
is understandable, Miss Parker.

Symbolically speaking,
Bridget is taking your mother's position.

No, she's not.

- I...
- Yes?

I gained access to Brigitte's house
like you asked.

You broke in?

And?

Her medical records.

Your father would not
be happy to know

you had his fianc�e's
house burglarized.

Then let's not tell him.

Broots?

Dissect this file and leave
no pap smear unturned.

Sam!

Marvin was the closest thing
to a father Billie ever knew.

She worshipped that man.

Marvin Dupree wasn't like
a father to you, Billie.

He was your father.

Jarod.
Where'd you come from?

That's a question I should ask Billie.

The problem is,
she won't be able to answer me.

Why haven't you told her that
Marvin was her real father?

What are you talkin' about?

I found her birth
records, Earl.

Why did your brother
keep this a secret from her?

He had his reasons.

She has a right to know who she is.

Billie's mother, Janis,
she sang at the club here.

Had a voice like honey.

She was a real nice lady.

She was also white.

When Marvin met her,
she was engaged to a local boy.

But they fell for one another,

and she took off with my brother
a few days before the wedding.

After a year, Billie was born.

Now, when Janis's family realized
she had had Marvin's child,

they told her take her black baby
and never come back.

When Janis took sick,

she made Marvin promise that he would
never tell Billie that he was her father.

She thought that...

that would make the world
less cruel to Billie,

if they thought that
Marvin was a friend.

So he lied to her... to protect her.

Um... drinks first, then dinner.

Then... I'll climb up to the top of the roof
and jump headfirst into the driveway.

- Ma'am?
- It's just an old family tradition.

Relax, would you?

Your father and I are gonna
get along just swell.

S... Swell?

God.
This is never gonna work.

Just...

Okay?

Incredible.

- Angel.
- Daddy.

- May we come in?
- Mmm.

Well, looks like you're already in.

Oh, we appreciate you hosting
this little shindig.

Damn floors. You know how slow
construction workers can be.

Morons with hammers.

- Bridget.
- Brigitte.

- Whatever. Daddy, this is Thomas.
- The construction moron.

Don't worry.
I left my hammer in my other outfit.

Heard a lot about you, son.

Well, don't believe
everything that you hear.

Like what?

Oh, I hope I'm not late.

- Tommy, this is my brother Lyle.
- Nice to meet you.

So you're the lucky guy
who won my sister's heart.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm the lucky guy.
What happened to your thumb?

Who needs a drink?

I hope I'm not interrupting.

I was hopin' you and me and Mr. Black here
could play some pool.

- I already told you, I don't play for sport.
- Play for sport. I remember.

Nine ball.
500 a rack.

Let's play some pool.

Nine in the corner pocket,
and your 500 in mine.

Well, that's pool,
isn't it, Mr. Fontenot?

Sometimes the balls roll for you,
sometimes they don't.

Let me buy you dinner.

I have a better idea.

I propose a rematch, say,
later tonight at my place.

We can bump the action.
A thousand a game.

Unless that's too rich for your blood.

Well, I'll be playing
with your money, of course.

So if you can stand
the embarrassment, I can.

My driver will pick you up at 8:00.

No, thank you.
I'd rather walk.

Oh, you don't wanna walk alone
in this kind of neighborhood.

You wouldn't wanna end up dead
next to a Dumpster like Marvin Dupree.

Would he, Earl?

Patience, Earl.
Patience.

Family and friend...

Brigitte and I have...
set our wedding date.

This weekend.

Outstanding.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Daddy, um, why are you
rushing into this?

Well, it's because we are in love.

Time goes by very quickly.

Mustn't waste a minute of it.

A toast.
To the happy couple.

- Thank you. I'll drink to that.
- Cheers.

- Excuse me.
- Mmm.

What?

- I finished Brigitte's medical file.
- And?

Well, it's...
A lot of it's gynecological.

- It's kind of embarrassing to talk about.
- This ain't junior high, Broots.

We're adults.
Talk to me.

Well, it all looks legit.

A Dr. Noah Lindquist
diagnosed her as infertile

due to complications
arising from endometriosis.

- But?
- I did some checking.

And according to the A.M.A.,
there is no Dr. Noah Lindquist

practicing medicine in the United States
or anywhere for that matter.

She faked it all. He doesn't exist
and neither does her infertility.

What's she up to, Miss Parker?

- I don't know.
- Come on, angel.

Time for charades.

I thought the dinner party
from hell would never end.

I made something to help you sleep.

Well, I thought that tonight
went... pretty well.

Nobody died.

And Bridget seems like a nice person

and she makes your father happy.

It's so hard to watch him
throw his life away like this.

Then don't.

If it's making you this miserable, maybe
you should stop spending time with them.

They're my family.

Maybe you should think
about starting a new one.

She was also the one

that found his body out
in the alley behind the club.

Marvin stands up at the club

and tells everybody
how proud he is of me.

But that dream died
in the alley along with him.

Let's see him sink a nine ball now.

- Where am I?
- You're in my home.

I did warn you
about that neighborhood.

Good thing my driver
happened by when he did.

You might have been killed.

I count my blessings.

Good for you.
Let's play some pool.

A valiant attempt.

But as Hamlet said...

"As he was valiant, I honor him.

As he was ambitious, I slew him. "

Actually, Brutus said that,

trying to justify killing Julius Caesar.

But then he discovered there really is
no justification for cold-blooded murder.

So he killed himself.

Well, I'm sure if Brutus
thought a little harder,

he would have come up
with a better solution.

It doesn't take a genius to know that

we live in a world where
only the truly fit can survive.

Meaning that the unfit should
be eliminated, like Marvin Dupree?

Marvin didn't know his place,
so he paid the price.

And what exactly was his place?

Well, in the back of the bus, of course.

I'll never accept it.

- It's called racism.
- I'll never accept it.

I believe you owe me
another thousand dollars.

- Are you doing some remodeling?
- Pardon me?

I smell fresh paint.

Looks like you've just laid down
a brand-new carpet.

I like to keep
my home presentable

for special guests
such as yourself.

Hmm.

- Another game?
- Not tonight.

Well, like you said, Mr. Pepper, Sometimes
the balls roll your way,sometimes they don't.

Why don't we play again tomorrow,

when both my arms are working?

Unless, of course,
you don't like the odds.

- It's a date.
- Good.

Tomorrow afternoon at Earl's.

Now if you don't mind,
I'd like to use your restroom.

By all means.
It's on your left, down the hall.

Well, that's not
your average scrapbook.

After Marvin was killed,

I collected every scrap of information
I could on Fontenot,

trying to figure out what would possess
a man to murder out of pure hate.

I found the answer in
an old Huntsville newspaper.

I've seen that picture.

It's in a frame
in Fontenot's poolroom.

Fontenot's daddy.
White sheets, burning crosses.

Fontenot's father was a member
of the Ku Klux Klan.

According to people who would know.

I paid a visit
to Fontenot's house tonight.

He has two newly patched
bullet holes in his wall

and he laid down a brand-new carpet.

- To cover up Marvin's blood?
- He was trying to cover up something.

But he's not the only one.

You told me that Billie's mother
left her fiance

a few days before the wedding
and ran off with Marvin.

That's right.

Well, you left out a pretty important detail
from that story.

You told me that Marvin
was Billie's father,

but you didn't tell me
Eddie Fontenot was the fianc�.

Marvin was my daddy?

Billie.

Marvin was my daddy.

- Billie...
- No.

No more lies.

Ah.

I haven't been this nervous
since the day you were born.

Uh, you and your brother.

- Daddy?
- Huh?

There's something I need to tell you
about Brigitte.

I know you have issues with her.
But people change.

Look at us, all dressed up
on my wedding day.

I'm happier now than
I've been in a long, long time.

Please try to be happy
for me, angel. Huh?

God, you're pretty.

So there you are.

- Mmm.
- Time to go.

Well, I can't keep
my bride waiting now, can I?

Okay.

Five games for Jarod.
Five games for Fontenot.

Run these, Jarod,
and the match is yours.

You haven't run the table
all day, Mr. Pepper.

I can practically feel that $50,000
in my pocket now.

You know, I'm beginning to think
that 50,000 isn't enough.

Maybe we should put
some more on the line.

$50,000 is not enough for you?

Oh, I wasn't talking about money. I was
talking about something far more costly

like... honor.

What?

That is, after all, what you lost
to Marvin Dupree, isn't it?

I don't know what the hell
you are talking about, sir.

You know, it finally occurred to me
that losing a game of pool

or being hustled by Marvin Dupree
for a few thousand dollars

wasn't why you killed him.

No, you killed him...

because of the color of his skin.

You just couldn't keep that hatred
locked down anymore, could you?

Who the hell are you?

Powerful hatred,
even from a bigot like yourself

knowing that your woman
ran off with a black man.

You don't know anythin' about this.

Oh, I do know
that pictures never lie.

Billie's mother was
supposed to be your wife

before she ran off
with Marvin Dupree, that is.

And then there was that notorious
pool game between you and Marvin

when you lost your misguided honor
right there in your daddy's house.

That must have been
more than you could stand.

That boy deserved what he got.

He was a man. What he got...
was your fianc�e.

I think they make
a fine-looking couple.

Don't you?

Let's go.

Well, don't you?

- Billie, what are you doing?
- Well, don't you?

I'm waitin' for an answer, Fontenot.

Yes. A handsome couple.

- Billie, don't do this!
- Stay out of it, Jarod!

- Billie, he's right.
- You too, Earl.

- Not even God can save him now.
- Billie, please.

Tell me how you did it,
how you murdered my father in cold blood.

She's crazy.

- Tell me!
- Talk to her!

I wanna hear you say it, now!

All right! Yes, yes!
I killed him! I killed Marvin!

And I'd kill the little animal again
if I could.

Get out of the way, Jarod.
Please.

Please, get...

Would your father want you to do this?

End the hate here, Billie.

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here to join this couple
in the bonds of holy matrimony.

Do you, Brigitte, take this man to be
your lawfully wedded husband

for richer or poorer,
in sickness and in health

till death do you part?

I do.

And do you, uh...

I'm sorry. Uh...

Parker.

Thank you. Thank you.
Uh, do you... Mr. Parker,

take this woman to be
your lawfully wedded wife

for richer or poorer,
in sickness and in health...

- till death do you part?
- I do.

Uh, the ring, please?

If anyone has any objections
to the union of these two people,

speak now,
or forever hold your peace.

By the powers vested in me
by the great state of Delaware,

I hereby pronounce you
husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Congratulations, Mrs. Parker.

I wish you and your husband
the very best.

Thank you, Mr. Raines.

I intend to do
everything in my power

to make his golden years memorable.

I know I'll remember them.

- Ah.
- Count on it.

I think I'll get some cake.

Beautiful ceremony, wasn't it?

The virgin veil was a nice touch.

Do you need a little motherly advice?

Now that you mention it,
let's talk birth control,

as in the kind
Dr. Noah Lindquist provided for you.

You do remember him, don't you?

Well, then again, maybe you don't,
considering he doesn't exist.

Someone's been a busy little beaver.

Misinformed, but busy.

You lied to my father
about being infertile.

You get yourself pregnant, and that makes it
real difficult to trim you off the family tree.

My husband and I have
a very trusting relationship.

Just answer me this.

What kind of a beast uses the miracle of birth to cement her own position in life?

A baby with your father
would be a child of love.

Nothing more, nothing less.

You were right
about one thing though.

If there were to be a child,

it would truly be a miracle.

Thank you.

I wanna thank you all for comin' out
on this cold Memphis night.

We got a special treat
for you this evening.

I can't do this.

Of course you can.

Just keep your father
close to your heart.

You'll be just fine.

Please, put your hands together,

and give a warm welcome
to Miss Billie Dupree.

Go get 'em.

Whoo!

I'd like to dedicate this song
to my father, Marvin Dupree,

and to the man
who helped me find him.

Thank you, Jarod.

There's a somebody
I'm longing to see

I hope that he

Turns out to be

Someone who'll watch

Over me

Where is that someone

To watch over me