All language subtitles for The Pretender - 3x19 - End Game

I got you,
you self-righteous son of a...

Ah, ah, ah!

Don't mess with me, Detective,
especially with this gun.

It's a. 44 Magnum.

I saw a guy in a movie used one once.
Highly effective.

What you gonna do, Jarod?
Shoot your own partner?

Why not?
You shot yours.

Detective Santora
knew too much, didn't he?

About your kickbacks
from the Eighth Avenue dealers.

About your private stash of heroin,
courtesy of the evidence locker.

You're an addict,
Detective.

Your partner found out,
so you killed him.

Oh. Like I'm gonna do you.

You fired six shots, you moron.

And, oh, by the way,
you were right about Santora.

If he wouldn't have been
such an overachiever,

I wouldn't have had
to shoot him between the eyes.

You ever seen
that in a movie?

No. But I saw that
in a cartoon.

Gotcha.

"Another game, Joshua?"

"You're on, Bryce.

How about face to face?"

I knew you'd come.

Man-to-man.

Joshua?

- You look surprised.
- You said you were in the eighth grade.

I was.
A long time ago.

Your daddy should have taught you
to never trust strangers on the Internet.

I thought you were my friend.

I'm better than that, kid.

Much better.
I'm your brother.

Help! No! Let me go!

Let me go!
Let me go!

Where are you taking me?
What's going on?

Good work, Doyle.

Maybe there's some dirty cops in Minnesota
you can take care of.

Never seen a cop transfer in and out
as fast as you did, Doyle.

I have a very short
attention span, sir.

- Minneapolis is lucky to have you.
- Thank you.

- This your family?
- Uh, yes.

I hope to update
those photographs soon.

- Haven't seen 'em in a while, hmm?
- No, sir.

- This is Dispatch. Over.
- Go ahead, Dispatch.

Decatur Division
reported a 207.

Thirteen-year-old boy
residing at 439 Oakbrook Road.

A kidnapping?
This is Detective Doyle.

I'm rolling to the scene.

What about Minneapolis?

- I have to do this.
- Why?

I have a thing
about kidnappings.

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.

I'm Detective Doyle.
What have we got?

What we got is what we don't have.
Namely, her son.

Bryce Banks.

Thirteen, straight-A student,
captain of the chess club.

Mom goes in last night about 10:30,
kisses him good night.

Wakes up this morning,
and he's gone.

His father is
a strict disciplinarian.

Mom's just a mom.
She's pretty shaken up.

I don't even wanna imagine what these
people are goin' through right now.

They took Jarod!
My son!

Where is he? Where is he?

Detective? Detective?

Hmm?

- Are you with me, Doyle?
- I'm with you.

Daddy, I got your message.

- Everything all right?
- Angel, I need your help.

- My help?
- It's Brigitte.

- Oh.
- Look...

I know how hard it's been
for you since Thomas's death.

I'd really just rather move on.

Well, that's what I'm tryin' to do,
move on, make my marriage work.

But Brigitte? I don't know
what the hell's going on.

I mean, this erratic behavior,
mood swings...

Um, she changed
her hair color again.

This morning I found her
crying in the shower, for God's sake.

Daddy, I don't see
how I can be of any help.

Well, reach out to her,
woman-to-woman.

I mean, relate to her,
find out what's bothering her.

Daddy, Bridget and I
aren't exactly bosom buddies.

Angel, please.

Remember,
she's family now, hmm?

The kid's a prodigy.

When it comes to chess, Bryce Banks is
the Michael Jordan of the checkerboard.

Can you tell me what happened?

I don't think
your son was taken.

At least not from here.

There are no signs
of a struggle.

And the only fingerprints
on this open window are your son's.

Bryce would never run away.

Are you sure?

There's something else,
isn't there?

He slammed this down
before he left.

He slammed it down
because of the tournament.

Bryce was supposed to compete
in the City Chess Final on Saturday,

but he wanted to go skateboarding
with his friends and...

Philip wouldn't let him.

You had an argument.

I worked my tail off for that kid.
He never appreciated it.

- Oh, God!
- It's true.

Bryce is gone, and we don't know where.
Can't that wait?

When you came in to say good night

did you notice anything strange
about the way your son was acting?

I could see how disappointed he was,
missing the trip with his friends.

But before I left,
he was back on the computer.

He traded e-mails
with somebody named Joshua.

They arranged to meet
for the first time last night,

face-to-face, to play chess.

Could Joshua be the kidnapper?

We're going to find out.

There was a report
of a bomb exploding here around 12:05.

What's with the explosives?

Looks like the kidnapper
wanted to destroy all evidence.

He used a highly flammable explosive,

like napalm.

That seems like overkill.

Why not just grab the kid
and be done with it?

That's a good question.

Which leaves us right back
in the dark.

In the e-mails, the kidnapper
asked Bryce to meet him here.

How did they both know
this place?

Chess tournament. Statewide event.

Covers players from
all over the southeast.

And it's open to the public.

Yeah. Maybe the guy's some
crazed kiddie chess fan or something.

Uh-uh.

It runs deeper than that.

You never let me play games.

Mr. Raines, I don't understand.

When you're the best
at what you do, Jarod,

people stand up and notice.

The kidnapper wants Bryce
because he's the best.

He covets the superior mind.

Yes, Father. Yes, sir.

He'll be ready
when the time comes.

What are you gonna do to me?

I'm going
to give you immortality.

What's that for?

It's for you, Joshua.

I wanna see my mom and dad.

I told you, Joshua.
You have a new father now.

- My name's Bryce!
- Your name is Joshua, just like me!

You can't understand.

But you're brilliant.

You'll learn.

- Why are you doing this to me?
- Because you're special.

My people have talked to everybody
involved with the chess tournament,

and come up with zero.

Well, they missed something.

The tournament was the only place that the kidnapper could've watched Bryce perform.

The boy's a prodigy,
the ultimate trophy.

Well, you may be right about that,
Detective.

Uh, Jarod, this is Samantha Waters,
the FBI's top profiler.

I'm with the Violent Crimes
Task Force here in Atlanta.

Violent Crimes?
But this is a kidnapping.

Well, it may be more than that,
Detective. A lot more.

Your kidnapper's M.O. matches
that of a man

who abducted eight boys in Maryland
and Virginia in the late 1980s.

We got a red flag related to
the previous unsolved case files.

The last three boys were taken
within weeks of each other in 1989.

Uh, Michael Taylor,
Theodore Reed and Harry Dunn.

"Each victim was between 11
and 13 years of age.

Each displayed
accelerated intelligence. "

"Trace evidence destroyed at the scene
with a highly flammable explosive. "

This sounds like our guy.

Were any of these boys found?

Yeah, we found six of the boys,
but they'd been killed.

Two of them are still missing,
Michael Taylor and Theodore Reed.

Harry Dunn
was the last boy taken.

Your conclusion?

Sam?

These children,
they may not be trophies.

They... may be subjects.

It's almost as if the kidnapper's putting them
through some sort of testing procedure

weeding out the weak
and rejecting them.

By dumping them in the woods.

How is it going
on locating the Banks boy?

The C.I.D. was able to isolate a partial shoe
print outside the blast area, size 12.

By the indentation, I could guess he was
about 6 foot 2, 200 pounds.

Well, I don't think that this guy
relies on physical size to intimidate.

I think that this is all about
emotional control.

His screen name was Joshua.

He traded e-mails with Bryce
before Bryce vanished.

All right. We'll...
I'll go over everything in detail

and hopefully I'll be able to come up with
a more complete profile for you.

- May I ask you one more thing?
- Of course you can.

The last boy that was kidnapped,
the boy in the photograph,

how long was he held
before he was killed?

72 hours.
Maybe less.

Hello? Bridget?

Brigitte?

The woman is a junkie.

What are you gonna
tell your father?

The truth. What else?

It will be your word
against Bridget's.

I'll get proof.

How're you gonna do that?

Would you like one?

I haven't seen one
of these in a while.

They're very good.

Thank you.

"Invisible. "

Invisible?

That's how Bryce refers
to himself in these e-mails.

He said that his father pushed him
so hard, he felt as if he didn't exist.

The other victims had similar
relationships with their parents,

specifically their fathers.

So, they all suffered
deep psychological wounds

caused by strained
parental relationships.

They were all emotionally
cut off from them.

Vulnerable.

Jarod?

I don't think you ever get used
to seeing things like that.

A lot of cops I know grow cold
to it out of necessity.

I wish I could figure out how.

What is this?
Some kind of shorthand or...

Oh. It's...
It's nothing.

It's just something I made up
as a child to

keep the wrong people
from reading my diary.

I think that Bryce wanted
his privacy too,

but his father
wouldn't let him have it.

I think that his father
wanted him to be something

that he never was
or ever could be,

a star.

This is ridiculous.

You're saying the kidnapper
was at the tournament?

This is pathetic.

- Philip...
- No!

I'm not gonna stand by while
the police chase dead ends.

He hasn't even made
a ransom demand yet.

He may not.

You think this man might kill
our son no matter what we do?

The kidnapper may have been
stalking your son at the tournament.

Now can you remember anyone
who paid particular attention to Bryce?

- Uh, a teacher, a tutor, anybody?
- I taught my son chess.

There was that journalist
at the season's first tournament.

I don't remember his name,
but I remember thinking he was strange.

Strange how?

He said he was gonna
do a feature on Bryce.

But he hadn't even made it
to the city finals yet.

You think he
could've taken my son?

We'll see what
we can track down.

Well, somebody better
start doin' something.

Detectives, wait, please.

About the way my husband
is acting...

We... We understand he's
under a lot of pressure.

That's no excuse.

My son thinks he's
invisible to his father.

We need another chance
to make this right.

Please, please, find my son.

- Hey, anything new?
- Nothing so far.

I've got George cross-referencing
the Banks kid with all the missing boys.

Friends, schools,
the whole nine yards.

Now, except for the fact they could all be
in Mensa, there's no other connection.

We're going through it, Sam,
but the process is slow.

Yeah, I know.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.
I'm...

I'm working with this detective.

His name is Doyle.
Jarod Doyle. He's...

- He's good. It's just...
- But what?

I don't know. It's just...
I'm tired. It's this case, these kids.

Be careful, Sam.

I will. Bye-bye.

Hello?

I must be crazy.

Ooh, goody!
There's nobody home.

You are so naughty!

Mmm!

I know I shouldn't do this, but...

sometimes a girl has to do
what a girl has to do.

A nooner?

It's not even 11:00.

What?

You gotta help me. There's some
pretty freaky things going on here.

- Broots, where are you?
- I'm stuck in your father's bathroom.

And there's some things going on here that
shouldn't be going on at workplace,

if you can get my drift.

What the hell are you
talking about?

I'm talking about Brigitte.

Oh, you'd better go clean that up

before it stains your pants,
you know.

Oh, Oh, I gotta go.

Broots? Broots?

Hurry up. It's kind of hard
to finish this without you.

If your husband finds us in his office,
we'll both be finished.

The reporter Bryce's Mom
mentioned is named Joshua Meyers.

So what's the problem?

The problem is the magazine he
claims to write for doesn't exist.

From the looks of this place,
neither does his career.

Meyers?

Oh, my God.

Whoever he is,
this guy built a shrine to Bryce Banks.

Our guy?

But where's the boy?

Get down!

Come out!

I thought you said
the kidnapper was a big guy.

This guy couldn't
be more than 5'6".

- Where's the boy?
- You...

You're too late.
He's my brother now.

You have pictures of Bryce Banks
all over your walls.

- Now what have you done with him?
- His name's Joshua.

He's my brother now.

So, little brother,
tell me your name.

My name is Joshua.
My name is Joshua.

I've been going over the case files
and I think there may be two kidnappers.

Joshua Meyers.
His real name is Theodore Reed.

One of the kidnapped boys
that the bureau never found.

How could that be possible?

He grew up.

My name is Joshua.

My name is Joshua.

My name is Joshua.
My name is Joshua.

My name is Joshua!

Well...

I've got good news,
and I've got bad news.

The good news is
Brigitte is a lot happier.

And the bad news is it's Mr. Lyle
who's making her that way.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about
the Horizontal Bop.

- Bridget and my brother?
- Broots, are you 100% sure?

Oh, well,
more like 80, 82.

What? Drugs and Lyle?

Unbelievable.

This is gonna break
my father's heart.

They've been gone for a decade,

and now they kidnap
other children.

A human pyramid scheme.

So the second kidnapper may be
the other missing boy from 10 years ago.

- Mike Taylor.
- You said that he was a large man.

He is.

He also calls himself Joshua.

And Bryce will also
be named Joshua.

A new name from a new parent.

- A father figure.
- And there's our connection.

They are my brothers.

They are Joshua, like me.

Where have you taken the boy?

You've told me
everything else.

Why not tell me
where he was taken?

- He can't say.
- Joshua can't say.

He will take Joshua
into the woods.

Joshua doesn't wanna
go into the woods.

- Ask him about the woods.
- What's in the woods?

You two are scary.

Joshua can't say.

Why can't you say?

- Father.
- Who is Father?

Is this you?

Your name isn't Joshua.
It's Theodore.

Theodore Reed.

My name is Joshua.
My name is Joshua.

My name is Joshua.

Joshua doesn't wanna
go into the woods.

- Because of Father?
- Anything for Father.

Everything for Father.
Anything for Father.

- Where is the boy?
- Everything for Father.

- Where is the boy?
- Anything for Father.

- Where is the boy?
- Everything for Father.

Anything for Father.
Everything for Father.

Anything for Father.

This isn't someone
who is lying.

It's not that he won't tell us.
He can't.

The way he shuts down when I
ask him difficult questions,

classic signs of
psychological patterning.

Yes. Brainwashing.

As much as we'd like to think some CIA
spook perfected it during the Cold War,

these men aren't
a product of that.

Well, they weren't men
when they were kidnapped.

When a child is taken from his home,

he eventually loses all sense
of what is real and unreal.

Without that connection
to the people that he loves,

without that nurturing,
his mind can easily be molded.

And his loyalty's changed,
his intellect honed...

his very identity so altered
he doesn't even know who he is anymore.

How do you know all of this?

They're going to do to Bryce
what was done to them.

Brainwash him?

If the boy measures up.

And if he doesn't?

In 26 hours,

Bryce Banks
could be gone forever.

You're running out of time now.

Yeah, I know.

Look, we need to try another tack
in finding the connection

between Bryce Banks
and the other kidnapped boys.

Father figures.

We're talking pastors, coaches,
scout leaders. That kind of thing.

Uh, anyone they could look up to
in place of their real father.

We're on it, Sam.

So how's Detective Doyle?

That's what I haven't
figured out yet.

You did it, Jarod. You won.

Does that mean I can
see my mom and dad?

We've already explained that to you.
We're your family now.

Look how proud you've
made us here today.

I almost feel like your father.

- Sam.
- Oh, hi. I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Uh, how did you
find out where I was?

- Um, Logan told me.
- Oh.

- May I?
- Oh, sure.

- Oh, thanks.
- Come in. I'm sorry.

Well, this isn't exactly
where I had imagined

a talented law enforcement
officer would live.

I'm... sort of
in between places right now.

- Yes.
- Sorry about the mess.

No. None of my business, really.

- It's a long story.
- Oh.

So, uh,
what can I do for you?

Well, I was just...
curious about one thing.

What's that?

Why are you lying?

I felt that there was something
bothering you about this case,

and when I looked at the video of you
questioning Joshua, I knew it.

I don't understand.

A child.

A child trapped by his past...

lost, alone, afraid.

With all due respect, I don't think that
I'm the one that you should be profiling.

Well, I'm sorry.
It's a bad habit of mine.

Who are you, Jarod?

What do you mean?

Come on. You eat candy
out of a toy dispenser.

You have your whole life
laid out around you.

Classic textbook
misplaced childhood, I guess.

No, I don't think there's
anything textbook about you.

My life has no bearing
on this case.

Well, I think that it does.
That interrogation...

That interrogation went nowhere

becauseJoshua Meyers
was programmed to shut down.

End of story.

You know, my mother died
when I was a little girl.

And, my father...

My father just
wasn't really around.

I was sort of raised by
my best friend's family.

You had foster parents,
didn't you?

Foster parents?

I guess you
could call them that.

Why is this case
so personal to you?

Let's just say that
I'm... dedicated.

Or maybe you're more like Joshua
than you wanna admit.

I've done everything
as you instructed.

I understand.

Yes, sir.

Your new son is almost ready.

My name is Joshua.

Father's gonna be so proud of you.

No, Joshua, no! No!

You disappoint me, Joshua!

Do you know what happens when
Father rejects you?

You go out into the woods,

and you don't come out, ever!

Ever.

Ask all you want.
I won't tell you where the boy is.

Whatever you say, Joshua.

A son should be called
by his given name,

especially if that name
was given to him by Father.

Gave you a new name,
a whole new life.

He loved you when
your own father wouldn't.

But part of his love was doing his will

and his will was to kidnap innocent children and take them from their homes.

No. Bryce was unhappy.

His father didn't love him.

His new father will,
my father.

Before you were ripped away
from your real family, were you unhappy?

I wasn't taken.
I was set free.

Father doesn't make us do anything.
We do things for Father.

Of course.
After all, he's Father.

You have to do whatever
he says, obey his will.

- Yes.
- Even if he asked you to...

go into the woods?

Why are you so afraid
of the woods, Joshua?

Is it because your brothers
are out there?

- Brothers?
- Eight of you were taken,

but only two of you became Joshua.

The rest died in the woods.

Stop, stop talking to me.

What does your father make you do
in the woods, Joshua?

Joshua... Joshua can't say.

Well, maybe these pictures
will help you remember.

Well, I don't wanna look.

What happened to this Joshua?

I don't wanna look.
No, I don't want... I don't wanna look.

Father didn't think he cut it,

so he asked you to go out
in the woods and do this to him.

He asked you to kill this boy, didn't he?
Look at the pictures, damn it!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

- Theodore...
- I'm so sorry.

- Theodore, help me.
- I'm so sorry.

Help me save Bryce.

I'm sorry.

Ah, angel.

Ah, perfect timing.

Daddy, I need to
speak with you, alone.

Well, this is your family.

We... we have no secrets.

- Daddy, I've recently learned...
- Miss Parker?

Oh. Excuse me. May we have
a word with you outside?

- Later.
- It's important.

Excuse me. One minute.

What?

I checked the contents of that...

I checked the contents of the syringe.
It was Pergonal.

- What the hell is that?
- It's a drug.

But a fertility drug.

Fertility?
Are you sure?

Bridget wasn't trying to get high.
She was trying to get pregnant.

Oh. But with whose baby?

So, Lyle and I
came in here to celebrate.

I know I shouldn't, but I couldn't
help it. I was so excited!

Too excited.
She spilled champagne all over my pants.

I had to go into the bathroom
and clean myself up.

Angel, you wanted
to tell me something.

It's nothing, Daddy.
I'm gonna get going.

No, wait. Wait. Wait a minute.
We have something to tell you.

Brigitte and I are going to have...
a little Parker.

Congratulations, Miss P.
You're gonna have a baby brother or sister.

This is fantastic!

It turns out the erratic behavior and mood
swings had to do with fertility drugs.

You know,
the hormones and what.

This is a surprise.

Well, it's a happy day
for the family.

Oh, come on.
Don't be a poop.

Happy days, indeed.

Go, go, go! Go!

The woods. The woods!

Where are we going?

We're going for a walk
in the woods.

Hello, Joshua.

- Who are you?
- I'm the Father.

I'm your father.
Don't be afraid.

I've come to set you free.

Drop the knife!

- Drop the knife!
- No, You don't understand.

No, you don't understand.

I am the Father. He is my son.
I am Abraham.

- Come on, you don't wanna do this.
- I'm going to set...

No!

- No more... killing!
- Father.

- All right, Jarod, we got him!
- No more! No more!

Calm down, all right? Jarod.

No, no.
Everything for Father.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay now.

It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.

Detective.

We can't thank you enough for giving us
a second chance with our son.

- How's your husband?
- I don't think he realizes. It's the way he is.

But I do know that I'm gonna
do everything I can to show our son

that there's more to life than winning
chess matches.

His name is Dr. Samson Dane.
He was a child psychologist.

He treated Meyers, Taylor
and the other missing boys.

He used his influence to lure them
away from their families.

Dane's own son died
of a genetic disorder.

My guess is his name was Joshua.

All these years he was
trying to recreate a family.

They're being admitted
to a psychiatric facility.

With any luck,
they'll be deprogrammed.

- What about their parents?
- They're seeing them today.

Ten years is a long time.

A child never forgets
the people who love him.

- Well, I...
- Oh, wait. I almost forgot.

- I got you this.
- Oh.

For me? Thank you. Uh...

Ah!

For the kid in you.

Good luck, Jarod.

Thank you.

I'll see you.