All language subtitles for The Pretender - 3x17 - Ties That Bind

You look like the cat
that ate the rat.

The hunt is over.

Outstanding.

- Corner-office time, angel.
- Corner office?

- Daddy, I'm out of here.
- You're leaving the Centre?

We had a deal.

I bring back Jarod,
I walk out on my own terms.

Daddy?

This is just the beginning, angel.

It's okay. It's okay.
You're awake. It's over.

No, you're wrong.
It'll never be over.

You don't owe me anything,
Mrs. Hartunian.

- Jarod, please call me Rita.
- Rita.

Where I come from,
people show gratitude.

You saved my store from that extortionist
who calls himself a landlord.

I owe you.
Mi casa es su casa.

Okay.

- Oh, you like lottery?
- I've never actually played one before.

Ah. Here.
Take, scratch, enjoy.

Thank you.

Well, according to the odds,
your chances of winning the jackpot

are one in 13,983,816.

Well, that's the same odds
as getting hit by lightning in a submarine.

- Look, you bring me good luck.
Maybe I do same for you.

Okay, I'll give it a try.

- Oh, my...
- Are you all right?

- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.

- It fell over.
- All over the floor.

Hey! Hey!

Get back here!

Hey! Hey!

You all right?

Stay right there.

It's my backpack.

And Mrs. Hartunian's cash.

- What's your name?
- None o' ya.

- None o' ya?
- Yeah. None of your business.

You planning on taking a little train ride,
None o' ya?

I don't have to tell you anything.
You're not a cop.

Let me give you some advice,
Dylan... Hale.

The next time you want
to pickpocket your dad's wallet,

you might want to make sure
there's some more cash in it.

- He looks like an okay guy.
- He's a jerk.

Most lawyers are.

Clothes. Toothbrush.

I would bet my lottery tickets
you were running away from home.

Why do you care?

Because I was never
lucky enough to have one.

Well, that makes two of us.

Look, if you're running away from your family, take my advice. Don't.

Whatever the problem is,
you can work it out, together.

Look, I'm goin' to Atlanta to live with my friends. That's all the family I need.

That little thief.

Are you gonna let me go
or call the cops?

How about I take you
home instead?

Wow.

- You live on a boat?
- Yeah.

My dad moved into the harbor a few weeks ago, after he and my mom split up.

- Where is she now?
- London.

She's, uh, setting up house,
starting a new job.

Look, I'm telling you.
This is a waste of time.

My dad's at the firm.
He's always at the firm.

There's our boat over there.

Hmm.

Looks like somebody's home.

I can't believe it.

Is that your dad?

I can't believe he's home.
He's never home.

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.

Nothing.

So, you were saying
about the boat?

Before my dad got busy
with the new firm,

we were fixin' up the boat.

There was thinners, paints...

all kinds of stuff that could have blown up on board.

All right. We're still trying to reach your mom overseas, but until then,

I'll arrange for Social Services
to put you up.

Okay?

- There's something you're not telling him.
- Yeah.

We found this tacked up
on the bulletin board.

It's Hale's writing.

A suicide note.

- Do you mind if I tell him?
- All right.

Excuse me.

Thought we had an agreement, Detective.
I am always the first call.

Look, I didn't realize
this guy was from your firm.

What have we got?

The divers are in the water, but with an
explosion this size and these currents,

it could take 48 hours
before they find Hale's body.

You make it 36, okay?

- Now Hale has a son. Where is he?
- Yeah. He was sittin' right over there.

Find that kid. His father may have
said something to him.

Oh, no.

And Jarod was long gone,
by the time we got to his desert cabin...

but, um...
this was in the desk drawer.

- Subtext is rather obvious.
- Yeah.

- Parker's conclusion?
- Oh, well...

Miss Parker was unable
to accompany us on the trip.

- Unable?
- She's... sick.

I realize that she's...
cultivated other interests.

Far be it from me to pass judgment
on somebody consumed by their passion.

But...

There are others who won't be
as forgiving as myself

if she's unable to focus
on her responsibilities.

You're gonna make someone
a wonderful wife.

You should see me with a vacuum.

Why aren't you dressed for work?

'Cause it's a beautiful day, and I thought
we'd grab some wine and go out to the...

Parker, you have to talk
to your father.

I know.

Look, if we're ever gonna
have a future together,

you're gonna have to be
honest with him.

It's the only way
you can ever be free.

I know.

I can't live without you.

I don't even want
to think about it, okay?

All passengers for the Florida Sun,

the train will be departing
in 5 minutes from Track "C."

You have to dial 011 first.

You were calling your
mother, weren't you?

What do you want from me?

The police found a note.

What kind of note?

It was in your father's handwriting.

They don't think that the explosion
on the boat was an accident.

I'm really sorry.

Here's your father's wallet.
I thought you might like to have it.

Keep it.

- So you're just gonna run?
- Yeah.

Back to Atlanta
where life made more sense.

Your mother is going to be
coming for you soon.

They said she was away for the weekend.
They keep tryin' to reach her.

Look, I can meet her in Atlanta.

I can't go back to the police.

They'll put me in Social Services,
or worse, a foster home.

Dylan, I can't leave you
out here alone.

Where else can I go?

He robs me,
then begs to stay in my extra room?

I don't even want to be here.

Oh, and so polite.

You did say that I brought you
good luck, didn't you?

Oh, it would be good to hear footsteps
on these tired floorboards again.

I'm sorry about your father.

Dylan, are you all right?

Before I left this morning,

I told my dad that I hated him,

that I wished
he would go away forever.

We all say things that
we don't mean sometimes.

That's the problem.

I'm not sure that I didn't.

My dad...

was having an affair

with some woman
named Ashley.

I heard him and my mom
fighting about it.

He was always sneaking off and
to the pay phone in the marina to call her.

He didn't even try to deny it.

Then Mom left to set up the house,

and that's when me and Dad
moved to the boat.

Dylan, who were
the two men on the dock?

They're from my dad's law firm.

The old guy's Edgar Hoyt.

The other one's name is Winston.

He's the head of Security.

He's a bad man, Jarod.

Why do you say that?

About a month ago,
I heard arguing...

and it was Winston and my dad
on the dock.

He was threatening him, telling him
that he better not cross the firm,

and he had no idea
how powerful they were,

that he should do the right thing
to protect his family.

Then he slapped my dad
in the face and walked away.

I wish he'd never started
working at that place.

I have to get on the inside.

Now what is it a group of tax attorneys
would fear the most?

Same thing we all fear.

The Internal Revenue Service.

We're all a little
surprised by your visit.

Well, surprise is what we're all about.
After all, we are the IRS.

- Very nice building.
- We're very proud of it.

Mr. Hoyt's office.
He's expecting you.

Thank you.

Mr. Tally. Welcome.

Mr. Hoyt. I hope I'm not here
at an inconvenient time.

- Well, if I said you were, would you leave?
- No, I guess I wouldn't.

- We're a very busy firm.
- I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name.

This is Mr. Winston.
He's head of Security.

As I told your assistant, the service
has discovered some irregularities

in your previous year's tax files.

It's nothing serious. We've just changed
the limits on some deductible items

and it's thrown off your balance sheets.

How long is this gonna take?

Well, if I don't find any
unforeseen problems,

I should be out of your hair
in, oh, 48 hours.

They've set up an office
for you down the hall.

If there's anything I can do,
you just ask.

I'll do that.
Mr. Hoyt.

Mr. Winston.

- Was there any word from his mother?
- No.

I thought he'd wear his finger to a numb
dialing it-redialing.

Ah, he's keeping his chin up,

but his eyes can't cover the pain.

His father?

I got the number off the pay phone
he used to call Ashley.

The other woman.

Now Dylan said
he called her on his mother's birthday.

Phone company records show all the calls
made from that location on that day.

Well, what are we looking for?

The one number that was called a lot
on the previous days.

That must be Ashley's
phone number.

Now by running the number
through a reverse directory,

we can find out exactly
who this woman is.

So, who's the home-wrecker?

There wasn't one.

Ashley wasn't a woman.
He was an agent with the FBI.

Hale wasn't having an affair.

Then why'd my dad
let my mom leave?

My guess is that he was
trying to protect you.

Pushing you and your mother away was
the only way he knew how to keep you safe.

Protect us from what?

Let's find out.

Agent Matthew Ashley, please.

Excuse me.

When?

No. Uh, thank you anyway.

What'd they say?

Agent Ashley is dead.

He was killed in a traffic accident
five days ago.

Ashley never said anything
about working with the D.O.J.

Ashley was investigating a local law firm
the DOJ has its eye on.

Now, I propose that
we marshal our forces.

- Senator Meeks's office is on line 2.
- (I'll) Call him back.

- He's very unhappy.
- Yeah, that makes two of us.

It's quite a zoo
you're running here.

That's what happens when one
of your best people dies unexpectedly.

Is there any word on
what caused the accident?

There was road construction.

Ashley lost control.
It was a freak thing.

A freak thing?

Ashley had an informant
inside Hoyt and Associates.

This informant was collecting
evidence implicating the firm

in the death of a key witness set to testify
against one of their major clients.

Does this informant have a name?

He refused to identify himself.

- And the evidence?
- Ashley died before he received it.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Great. It's great.

- Well, I hope you found everything in order.
- So far so good.

Fast and sharp.
A lethal combination.

Well, a corporation in Delaware
kept me on retainer for several years.

It was a scary place,
but I learned a few things along the way.

Oh, one more thing.

I ran into a lot of references to work done
by a man named Peter Hale.

I tried to browse his expense reports,
but I was denied access.

- Well, certain files are "need to know" only.
- Well, I need to know.

I'll arrange to have those
files delivered immediately.

Very good.

If you'll excuse us.

Hmm.

Even the boss's office.

Why doesn't that surprise me, Winston?

An IRS grunt.
What's to like?

I don't know. I have a
bad feeling about him.

Craig, you're paranoid.

Look, you pay me to be paranoid, okay?
The last thing we need

is somebody asking questions
about Peter Hale.

Hale is dead. Besides, it wasn't me
that got us into this mess. It was you!

Hey, I did what
had to be done.

I never suggested murder.

If I hadn't shut those people up,
De Paz would still be sitting in jail.

Do you know what that would mean?

How do you think the rest of
the clients would react to the fact

that Hoyt and Associates couldn't
handle a case like De Paz.

Getting him out was crucial to the firm's survival.

Gotcha.

You know that.

You also know that a trial could've ruined us.

Now look, I may have innocent blood
on my hands,

but if I go down, so do you.

Don't ever forget that.
I'll be in my office.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

- Ah, Mr. Winston. I've been looking for you.
- Well, here I am.

I found a few questionable entries
in your expense account deductions,

and I thought maybe after lunch
we could go over them.

No. We can't.

I see. Well, I would hate to
bump these up to Collections.

I mean, after all,
a busy man like yourself,

the last thing you need is an audit.

- Are you threatening me, Mr. Tally?
- I don't have to threaten, sir.

After all, I am the IRS

Angel. You said it was urgent.

What is it?

Daddy, I'm leaving the Centre.

What? Leaving?

This is your home.

It's the only life
you've ever known.

It's the only life
I've been allowed to know.

Ever since I was a little girl,
all I've wanted is to please you.

After Mama died,
it was my sole reason to live.

But I'm not that little girl anymore.

And I won't be needing this.

Uh, this is about
the carpenter, right?

His name is Thomas, and this is about me.

Daddy, please.
Please give me your blessing.

That doesn't seem fair.

You agreed to stay here
until you captured Jarod.

- Which hasn't yet happened.
- I'm entitled to a life.

Come on. Certainly an organization
as powerful as the Centre

can replace one individual.

This is much too important
to be decided on a whim.

It's not a whim.
I know what I want.

This is unacceptable.

If you don't stop her, I will.

Don't you ever threaten my family.

Ever.

My dad was a hero?

He was helping the FBI build a case against the firm.

One of their clients was a drug dealer
named Vincent De Paz.

He was facing trial for murder.

Now the state had an eyewitness:
a woman named Molly Brophy.

3 days before she was
supposed to testify...

They killed her.

I found these on the Internet.

Winston murdered these people
to protect a client?

I think so.

The trick now is to prove it.

That's why my dad was so afraid.

He must've found out
about the murders.

Dylan, he was trying
to do the right thing.

I miss him, Jarod.

I miss him so much.

I know you do.

All right, what do you want?

Hale?
You're still alive.

- What have you done with my son?
- Dylan is fine. He's someplace safe.

I saw you leave the waterfront with him.
You work for Hoyt and Winston.

Where is Dylan?

My name is Jarod.
I am trying to help you.

- Why should I believe you?
- Because your son does.

And right now, he is
scared, and he's confused

because he thinks his father is dead.

You don't know
what you're getting yourself into.

I know about the cover-up
to protect Vincent De Paz.

I know that Molly Brophy
and her granddaughters

and Agent Ashley were all murdered.

Now you better talk to me, Peter,
because right now, I'm your last chance.

I stumbled on some irregularities
in an unrelated case.

When I realized what I found,
I contacted the FBI.

Agent Ashley.

He had me collecting evidence
so the feds could build a case,

even bring down De Paz
and the firm.

And now he's dead.
He had a wife and child.

The FBI thinks his death
was an accident.

I met with Ashley that morning.
I handed over the evidence on De Paz.

The next thing I know, Ashley's dead,
the files have disappeared.

It was no accident.
It was Winston.

And I was next.

So you staged
your own death.

I panicked.

Winston watches everything.
He knows everything.

I figured the only way out was
if he thought I was dead.

At least that would buy me the time
to get Dylan away from here.

Blowing up the boat was the best idea
I could come up with.

I sealed up the cabin, started filling it
with propane gas.

I called Dylan's school, I was gonna
have him meet me, but he wasn't there.

I started to worry that something
might have already happened to him.

I knew Winston was having me watched.

Either way, we stood a better chance
if he thought I was dead,

so I left the note,
got back on board.

I'd rigged a flare gun
in the cabin.

I grabbed a scuba tank
and slipped into the water.

So, by the time Winston realized
that there was no one on the boat,

you and Dylan would be safe
with your wife in England.

Then when I saw you comin' out of the firm,
I thought I'd lost my boy for good.

Dylan thinks his father is dead.

Oh, God. I've let things get so bad
between the two of us.

But I did it to protect him.

Do you think he'll ever
be able to forgive me?

Why don't we ask him?

Nothing like the smell
of freshly cut wood.

What's the, uh, spacing code
on those support studs?

Uh, two and a half feet.

Uh, these are not more than 18 inches.
That's bad economics.

It'll double the life of the structure.
That's all I care about it.

A man of integrity.

You... you know something
about carpentry.

I know a little
about a lot of things.

Could you, uh... Could you hand me
a bonding clamp, please?

Hmm.

I guess you're wondering
why I'm here.

She told you
she wanted to leave.

Your daughter and I don't keep secrets
from each other.

Your tools are old.
You could use some new ones.

Can I help you with something,
Mr. Parker?

Hmm.

A blank check?

Fill in any amount you want.

We shake hands,
get on with our lives.

All of us.

I love your daughter,
Mr. Parker.

No amount of money in the world
could ever change that.

- Dylan.
- Dylan? Where is he? You said he'd be here.

Oh, Jarod.
Thank God you came back.

- Where's Dylan?
- I tried to stop him,

but he was so angry, so upset.

He took my Otto's pistol.

- Where would he go?
- He's going after Winston.

Give me that.

You can't stop me.

What about me?

Dad?

I thought you were dead.

Oh, so did I, when I thought
I wouldn't see you again.

I am sorry.
I'm so, so sorry.

- I saw the boat explode.
- I know.

I know none of this
makes any sense to you,

but I promise I will fix things so they can be the way they were, the way they should be.

With Mom too?

Especially with Mom.

Come on, you two.
We still have a lot of work to do.

It doesn't matter what I do.
They'll never let me go.

I don't understand. You're a grown woman.
Certainly you can make your own decisions.

It's not that simple.

Who could that be at this hour?

I hope we're not interrupting
anything, angel.

No, we were...

What are you doing here,
Daddy?

Oh, we just stopped by
to make sure you were all right.

- All right?
- Oh, the hell with it.

I wanted to talk to you, sweetheart.
Do you mind if we come in?

Sure.

Son of a bitch.

What's wrong?

Hale's still alive.

That's impossible.

This is some kind of a scam.

Look at that paper he's holding.
That picture was taken today.

According to his letter,
it was all a setup.

Hale knows about Molly Brophy
and the FBI Agent.

He wants money to go away.

- What else?
- He wants me to meet him in a parking lot.

He says to come alone
or he tells the FBI. The whole story.

What are you going to do?

I'm gonna meet him. Alone.

Then I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch,
once and for all.

Are you sure I can't get anybody
anything to drink?

No, thank you, Thomas.

- Daddy?
- Hmm?

You wanted to talk to me
about something?

Ah.

I am not young anymore.

- Daddy...
- No, let me finish. I'm a creature of habit.

I don't like changes.
That's just the way I am.

But I've been, um, thinking about you
and your young friend here

and uh...
Well, I've been selfish.

I don't understand.

The yakuza have a saying...

that love and fear fly
to heaven on the same wing,

which means the things we do
because we love somebody

are also the things we do
because we're afraid,

like when Dad tried
to pay Thomas to go away.

What?

Why didn't you tell me that?

Because it wasn't a big deal.
He just...

He made an error in judgment.
That's all.

One of many, I'm afraid.

Angel, I am terrified.

Of what?

You're all I have,
you and your brother.

(If) you leave,
I lose probably the best part of me.

But, if you think leaving
is the best for you,

then, uh...

go with my blessing.

- Are you serious?
- I just want you to be happy.

That's all I've ever wanted.

Well, it's late, and...
we have to get up early.

So... good night,
sweetheart.

- Thomas.
- Yeah.

Good night.

Well, congratulations, Parker.

Looks like you're finally
in control of your own life.

Yeah.

How does it feel?

- Confusing.
- I'll bet.

Listen, I'm gonna go lock
the back door.

You shut off the lights, okay?

- Okay.
- All right.

Damn it.

Damn it!

Come on!

- Good evening. How may I help you?
- You got a pay phone?

It's on the side of the store,
but it's broken.

Look, I have a flat tire, and I'm late
for a very important meeting,

so do you think I could use your phone?

- A local call?
- Yes.

This could be some kind of trick.
You might say it's a local call.

Then when the phone bill comes,

I see it's long distance, and I get
stuck with the bill.

This is a $20 bill, okay?

So, now, do you think
I could use your phone?

- Make it snappy.
- Thank you so much.

All right, everybody freeze!
This is a robbery!

- All right, lady, out from behind the counter.
- No.

Don't push me, lady. Get
out from behind the counter!

You get out from my store.

- Put the gun down, lady!
- Are you crazy, lady? Do what he says.

No more you rob my store.
I fight, or I die.

No, no. You're not gonna fight.
You're gonna lose this one.

Look, put the gun down.
Let these men walk away.

Do what he says!
Put the gun down now.

What the hell are you doing?

- Man, I panicked. I'm sorry.
- Go check on her!

I didn't see anything.

- Oh, my God. I killed her.
- You stupid idiot!

I'm sorry, man! Come on.
Let's get out of here.

Shut up! Shut up!
Just shut up!

- Just... Let me think for a second.
- I didn't see anything.

Man, you're so stupid!

- All right, get over there! Get over there!
- What are you doing?

You just killed someone, you idiot!
We can't leave witnesses.

Oh, wait a minute!
You don't have to kill me.

Come on, I can
help you with this.

What are you talkin' about?

Well, you killed somebody!
Look, it's no big deal. It's an accident.

What do you mean
it's no big deal?

He just killed an old lady cold blood.
We could fry for this!

No, no! You're not gonna fry for this.
You do exactly what I say, you will walk.

Listen to me. I work for one
of the top law firms in the city, okay?

- You a lawyer? I don't take to lawyers!
- No, no! I'm not a lawyer!

I'm just like you, all right?

You are nothin' like me!
Now get down on your knees!

- You never killed nobody!
- I did!

I killed an old lady in a store just like this,
and I walked away.

Please!

Please don't kill me.
Please, you gotta believe me.

Please!

I believe you.
You believe him?

- Yeah, I believe him.
- What the hell is this?

- I believe you too.
- So do I.

What is this?

You forgot one thing.

You also killed
her two granddaughters,

and you killed a federal agent.

- Who the hell are you?
- Somebody...

who's going to turn these tapes
over to the FBI.

Now look, I may have innocent blood
on my hands, but if I go down, so do you.

Don't ever forget that.

I killed an old lady in a store just like this,
and I walked away.

Please! Please don't kill me.
Please, you gotta believe me.

Please!
You gotta believe me.

It's kind of a nice ring to it,
don't you think?

- You're a son of a bitch, you know that?
- Oh, relax.

Hey, you never know.

Today, may be your lucky day.

What do you say?
Something like that...

or maybe a really big sailboat?

I don't know, Dad. Maybe we should live on dry land for a while.

You know, maybe like a little house?

- Maybe you're right.
- At least you finish what you started.

I couldn't've done any of it
without you.

Thank you, Jarod.

So what's next?

Now I try to put my
family back together again.

Well, I think a missing piece
of that puzzle just pulled up.

Mom!

Rita, what's wrong?

It's a miracle!

Lightning just struck
my submarine!

That's great.