All language subtitles for The Pretender s04e03 Angels Flight.eng

I would like a double-dip vanilla
with granola sprinkles, please.

Truck ain't open.
-Uh, I have cash money.

It's 7:30 in the freakin' morning.

Why don't you try the Waffle House?

Considering the iron, calcium
and lactose in the ice cream...

the carbohydrate value of the cone
and the fiber content of the granola...

one could, in reality, receive more

nutritious ingredients
in one Tasty Surprise...

than in an entire
bacon and egg breakfast.

Are you some kind of nut?
-No. I just like ice cream.

Taxi! -I don't understand.

The police looked through my
daughter's room once already.

What did you say your name was?
-Waxman. Detective Jarod Waxman.

The other officer said a teenager
missing less than 48 hours...

wasn't gonna be a high priority case.

We reconsidered the situation.

Was there anything out
ofordinary going on...

in your daughter's life
before she disappeared?

Something bothering her?

My wife passed away three years ago.

Cancer. -I'm sorry.

And it's been hard for me, but
not like it's been for Jesse.

She just barely turned 15.

She was at an age where a
girl really needs her mother.

And I guess I just didn't have
the answers that she needed.

Maybe she went away with a
friend, someone from school?

Jesse's shy. She doesn't
have much of a social life.

I don't know. It's like she
just vanished into thin air.

She seemed to have a
special interest in angels.

Yeah. When her mother passed away...

Jesse started collecting
them, reading books about them.

That one's her favorite.

Have you seen this
before? -No, never.

"Gates of Hell."

That's Jesse's handwriting.
You've got to help me.

My daughter's life is
in your hands, Detective.

There are Pretenders among us.

I was taken from my family.

Thirty-six 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.

A man with no face?

It reminds me of a young
man I recently hired...

to help restore a
broken-down old wax museum.

Mr. Kleinman, I didn't
even hear you come in.

Oh, a gift for a friend?

More like... a message.

Ah. I brought you a snack.

Ooh, I hope it's ice
cream. -Better. A delicacy.

Alcatraz oysters.

These little beauties you can
find only in San Francisco Bay.

Go ahead. Eat.

Enjoy. Yeah.

Eh? -Mmm.

They're very good.

You know what? This
just might do the trick.

You are a very strange
young man, Jarod.

Not half as strange as the
people I'm sending this to.

Jarod, are you sure you
wouldn't want to stay upstairs?

Actually, I spend a lot of time alone.

It's sort of nice to have the company.

Ah. -Mr. Kleinman, have you ever
seen anything like this before?

My God!

Where did you get this?

A man I know is searching
for his daughter.

You have seen it. -Yeah.

I have seen it. -You're
a Holocaust survivor.

Members of the S. S.
wore similar symbols...

on their uniforms.

Devils. Demons.
-This man-

He's worried for his
daughter's safety.

Oh, he should be.

He should be scared to death.

Didn't your mother ever
tell you it's rude to stare?

I hardly knew my mother.

See something you
like? -I'm confused.

Doesn't all that... hurt?
-That's the idea, slick.

So you enjoy... self-inflicted pain?

You're screwin' with my head, right?

Actually, I'm looking for
someone. A young man. A magician.

Throw a rock, baby cakes.

Yeah, I've seen Hawk handing
these out to a select few.

He's holding court in the back room.

You can't miss him. -Thank you.

And when you're finished playing
games with the bird man, come back.

I'll show you a real magic show.
-That would be enjoyable. Thank you.

Most people can't comprehend
the very world they inhabit.

They exist, but they don't experience.

They look, but they never see.

I believe that they're portals-

windows to the body,
the mind and the spirit.

Given the perfect exchange of
energies, these windows can be opened.

Pass beyond. I look at you.

I look into you...

and I see tremendous
sorrow, emptiness.

I want you to think about
what was taken from you.

I magine in your mind's eye
the cause of your suffering.

I-I don't-
-Shh. Trust me.

I want you to think about the
object of your pain. Can you see it?

Yes.

I offer you this
gift... with all my love.

Oh, my God!

How could you-
-Who is Clare?

Sh-She's my-my
twin sister.

And where is she? -She was killed...

in a car accident when we were two.

But how could you know that?

Simple. Your heart told me.

Tell us again about
the Angel's Flight.

What's Angel's Flight?

It was a dream the great Houdini
had repeatedly throughout his life.

Or nightmares, some believe.

Houdini felt, given the power
of angels, he could break free...

from the boundaries of Earth and
soarin the heavens like a god.

But, unfortunately, he wasn't.

And when he died, his
dream died with him.

Hawk says the Angel's
Flight is attainable.

Close enough to touch.

I suggest we assemble again at
midnight for a reading session.

Go with the angels.

This is too heavy for
me. -This guy is awesome.

They seem to be very... loyal.
-I offer them something they need.

Something their worlds
have denied them.

Magic. -Love.

My name is Jarod. I hear
you have a great gift-

the ability to touch people.

And you desire this gift. -I
wish to learn from the best.

And why should I open
myself to a stranger?

The perfect exchange of energy.

Kessler will show you the way.

Midnight. -You don't seem to share
Hawk's belief in the power of angels.

Excuse me? -When the subject
of Angel's Flight came up...

you seemed rather uncomfortable.

Midnight.

Where are you, fallen angel?

Where are you?

Don't even talk to me unless
it's good news. Broots?

You're not gonna be
happy. It's not good news.

Any sign of Jarod? -It's like
he vanished into a black hole.

Kind of like your personal
life? -Tell me about it.

That's odd, isn't
it? -What, the girl?

Cigar. Lyle doesn't smoke.

Oh, yeah, that's a gift.

Jerry, the guy with the glass eye
who works down in Transportation-

well, he told me that
Mr. Lyle is expecting...

some Centre hotshot
from the West Coast.

Did marble-eyed Jerry give you
a name? -Not that I can remember.

Hmm. That makes him about as worthless
as this shirt then, doesn't it?

What, did Don Ho have
a garage sale? -Don who?

The box. What's in it?

Oh, yeah. Miss Parker,
this box is for you.

Well, that's something
you don't see every day.

"Beware of strangers bearing
gifts." -I bet it's from Jarod.

Gee, you think? -Maybe
he's talkin' about Lyle.

Uh-uh. Cigars and champagne?

Maybe.

What are you up to now, Jarod?

Welcome, my friends,
to the midnight session.

Let us begin.

Please stand.

Common, I know. Read
the date on this coin.

1994. -1994.

That has special meaning
for you, doesn't it?

Yes. -Why?

Because that's the
year my mother died.

Turn the coin over.

Oh!

She-She used to call me her Puppy.

Yes. She's with you.

She'll always be with you.

Thank you.

I see you found your way.

I wasn't sure which way to
go. -Obviously not that way.

Tight security.
Protecting magic secrets.

Hawk likes to keep his
personal life... personal.

I suggest you join the others.

The reading's already started.

Can I ask you something? -If
I said no, would you walk away?

Probably not.

Look familiar? -Where
did you get that?

I like to keep my
personal life... personal.

You don't want to miss the session.

Of course not.

Your name? -Uh, Scott.

Stand up, Scott. It's
all right. I won't bite.

You can put that down.

You're new here. -Yes.

You're nervous. -A little bit.

You're also bleeding. -Bleeding?

Inside.

You were betrayed.

Hurt by someone you
trusted, someone you loved.

I don't know what you're
talking about. -Yes, you do.

It's all right. It's all right.

We love you. -We love you.

You couldn't believe
it when it started.

You wanted to scream,
but you were afraid.

Confused. -Please don't.

You were so young, vulnerable.

It was like a nightmare the way
he came at you. So much anger.

I can't do this.

You thought if you closed
your eyes, it would stop.

But it didn't stop, did it, Scott?

It got more violent and angry.

No. No.

You were afraid to tell anyone.

Afraid to say the name, terrified
that no one would believe you.

I was afraid.

You were only a boy, and he
was so powerful, so terrifying.

I wanted him to stop hitting me.

I wanted to say his name.

I know you did. And now you can.

Now you can say it for
the entire world to hear.

I can't. -Say it.

I can't. -Say it, Scott!

Say it and end the nightmare forever!

I can't!

I can't.

It's all right. I'll say it for you.

It was your father.

It was your father
who beat you, Scott.

I never wanted it to happen.

I know you didn't,
Scott. I know you didn't.

You don't have to be afraid anymore.

You should try that on me.

Maybe I will. -You
think you helped him?

Everyone has secrets,
demons they keep hidden.

And sometimes, if
you don't stop them...

they eat you alive a piece at a time.

What about you, Jarod?

What kind of demons
are you hiding inside?

That's all for tonight. Mr.
Kessler will collect your offerings.

Another rush delivery from
Jarod? -Yeah, number three.

Great. Now your boy's yankin'
my crank on an hourly basis.

Jarod never plays these games
without substantial motivation.

It's a head made of Sterno.

What is it this time? -Wow!

Another giant leap
into the Twilight Zone.

You were saying something
about motivation?

Substance, Parker.

And there's another
note. "See no evil."

In the box with the ears,
the note was, "Hear no evil."

Anything else on the identity
of Lyle's mystery arrival?

Nothing on the grapevine.

Well, at least we
have Mr. Potato Head.

Cool.

I finally found you, Jessica.

Kill the son of a bitch.

I was excited to get your call,
even if it was a bit cryptic.

Found something out about Jessica?
-I'm still working on the case.

Mr. Bracken, you told
me that your wife...

passed away from an illness.

That's right. -That's not
what really happened, is it?

I wanna help you find your daughter,
but we're running out of time.

If I'm going to help you,
you have to tell me the truth.

Sarah was... vibrant.

Shewas so full of
life. Then she got sick.

All that life just
slowly drained out of her.

She tried to take the treatment,
but... it was too late.

I don't know why she
went out on that roof.

I don't know... what she
was thinking when she jumped.

The police found her body in
the alley the next morning.

She was still clutching her
angel pendant in her hand.

And that's how Jesse
became obsessed with angels.

Yeah. I'm sorry. I should
have told you the truth.

I just, uh, didn't think that it-

Find my little girl, Detective,
please. She's all I have left.

Speak no evil.

Anybody recognize him? -He
kinda looks like Gilligan.

Gilligan? -Yeah.

You know, the Skipper and the
Professor and Mary Ann and-and Ginger.

You grew up in a
trailer park, didn'tyou?

No, I did not. It was a mobile home.

It's obvious Jarod is trying to keep us
busy chasing Mr. No Name's identity...

while he skips along
free as he pleases.

The question is, why all the
effort? -What about the notes?

Jokes without punch
lines. -Maybe a warning.

What is that? -It looks
like a-a water stain.

Ew!

Smells like low tide. -Wow!
They all smell the same.

Maybe Jarod's just
dropping breadcrumbs.

Have these cards analyzed. -Okay.

Who are you, pal?

"A History of Fallen Angels."

Fallen... angels.

Hawk says the Angel's
Flight is attainable.

Close enough to touch.

I don't know why she went out
on that roof. I don't know...

what she was thinking when she jumped.

Jessica.

I hoped you were smarter.

Why couldn't you just walk
away and let this thing finish?

The same reason that you couldn't
sit at that table with Hawk...

and talk about Angel's Flight.

He did this, didn't he? What happened?

Jesse Bracken didn't
have enough to offer?

Or she found the computer files
that Hawk keeps on the others?

The wealthy, disenfranchised,
young people...

that were recruited
off the streets by you.

That's the game, isn't it?
Dazzle them with magic...

and then take them for
every penny you can.

I told Hawk that we
should just cut and run...

but it was never only
about the money for him.

Angel's Flight was just
the last act of the play.

I swear, sometimes, the guy
really thinks he's gonna fly.

What happened to her? -Hawk
flipped out a couple of days ago...

and Jesse overheard us
talkin' about the scam.

I just thought he
was gonna talk to her.

I never thought he'd
kill her. -He didn't.

What? -She's still alive.

Give me the gun and help me
get her out of here. -No. Hawk-

If you let her die, there is no magic
in the world that's going to save you.

Now give me the gun.
-All she wanted...

was somebody to care about
her, somebody to watch over her.

Somebody did. Now give me the gun.

Miss Parker, not only
has Jarod topped off

Mr. Potato Head with
a nice hairpiece...

I just found out that the stains
on the cards were made by oysters.

Oysters?
-Mm-hmm.

What are you saying?
Jarod was a sloppy eater?

The residue was left by a
very specific shellfish...

found only in the San Francisco Bay.

I think Jarod wanted us to find him.

San Francisco is a big city.

Well, I started thinking
about the head Jarod left...

so I scraped some of the
wax, and I had it analyzed.

It is used almost exclusively for
the construction of human replication.

Wax museum. -Touche, Syd.

So I called the Frisco area and
found one defunct wax museum.

And when I called, this is what I got.

Hello, Sydney, Broots,
and as always, Miss Parker.

I assume since you're
listening to this recording...

you figured out my current location.

I realize things got a
little fishy along the way...

but you realize
timing is everything...

in the "run for your life" business.

I won't keep you
longer than necessary.

I realize you have a plane to catch.

I just ask two things: First,
bring along the wax head.

I think you'll find it enlightening.

And second, don't forget to buckle
your seat belts. Happy landings.

Good work, Broots. -Thanks, Sydney.

Let's not polish each
other's doorknobs quite yet.

Get the jet fired up. We're
going to California. -Yes, ma'am.

Broots? -Yes, ma'am?

Don't wear that shirt. It
makes me nauseous. -Yes, ma'am.

It does.

I have told you. He
is gone. -Sweep it.

Yes, Miss Parker. -Was that
a gun? Who are you people?

You were saying that Jarod
helped you to remodel the museum.

An artist he is, sent
here by the angels.

So I see. -He redesigned
the movie star exhibit...

the presidential
study and my rose robe.

And he even added a new display.

Jarod calls it... Centre
of Shame. -Show me.

I have no idea what it
is supposed to mean...

but something tells me you will.

Hey, it's us!

Incredibly life like.

It just gets weirder and weirder.

Uh-oh. This can't be good.

I'll be damned! -We just
witnessed our own execution.

Let's get out of here.

Welcome to the Angel's Flight.

As I look at you all tonight...

I'm filled with divine energy.

The belief in the
possibility of the impossible.

That faith is what separates
the leaders from the followers...

the enlightened from the blind,
the gods... from the mortals.

With your strength and spirit,
all things are possible.

Looking for your safety line, Hawk?

Jarod. -You seem surprised to see me.

I saw the shirt. Kessler shot you.

Ah-ah-ah. The
first rule of Magic:

Never believe what you see.

Hawk, what's going on?

It seems our friend Hawk here isn't

exactly the magic
man he pretends to be.

You want to tell them? Or should I?

Go to hell. -You first.

What's that? -It's
you. And you. And you.

It's all of you. Go
ahead. Take a look.

Hawk had a personal file on
each and every one of you.

He knew who you were, who
you are, where you're from...

how much you had to... offer.

He knew your deepest
fears, your darkest secrets.

He knew you better than
you knew yourselves.

And in return for his amazing insights,
you gave him whatever you had of value.

And why not? He saw
into your souls, right?

Why? -Money.

Unfortunately, not all
of you were so easily led.

That's why you killed Jesse Bracken.

She stumbled onto your computer
room, discovered your little scam.

And that's it. She had to go.

So you dragged her up here
and you threw her off the roof.

You can't prove anything. -Can't I?

Next time you toss
someone off a building...

you'd better make damn sure
you clean up after yourself.

So, you still think...

that you're worthy to
fly with the angels, Hawk?

Or is this just a pathetic curtain
call of a half-baked magic show?

What are you waiting
for? Divine intervention?

My final gift to you.

Son of a bitch! You killed him!

Ah-ah-ah. Remember
what I told you?

The first rule of magic:
Never believe what you see.

I hate to say it, but Jarod
has me stumped this time.

There must be something
that we're not seeing.

Eyes, nose, ears, mouth.
It all seems to be there.

See no evil, hear no
evil, speak no evil.

I don't know what it means,
but it gives me a bad feeling.

Good. You're all still
here. -Where else?

As you may or may not know,
the Triumvirate has decided...

to become more hands-on
in the pursuit of Jarod.

And in an effort to protect
the integrity of their pursuit...

an element has been added
to act as a safeguard...

or a safety net, if you will.

Why don't you just
say it? A new player.

You can think of him as a
one-man Internal Affairs Division.

Mr. Cox.

Cox? -It's with an "X."

I hope we get to know each
other better in the coming days.

No doubt. -I hate to be rude...

but we really have to leave if we're
gonna make that next appointment.

That answers that.

Brings us to a bigger
question. Who is Mr. Cox?

Jarod already answered that.

He's the Grim Reaper.

Hi. -Hey, Detective Waxman. I
was hoping we'd see you again.

I was on my way out of town, and I

thought I would stop
by and say good-bye.

You look good. -The doctor said
it's a miracle she wasn't killed.

My dad says that you saved my
life. I don't know how to thank you.

Seeing you sitting there
smiling is thanks enough.

They said the man
that did this confessed

to running the scam
all over the country.

It's good to know he won't be
hurting anybody else's children.

Detective, I know it's not
the same as saving your life...

but I thought maybe
you'd like to have this.

It helped keep me safe. I
hope it'll do the same for you.

I'll keep it close. Thank you.

Bye. -Bye.

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