All language subtitles for The Pretender s04e17 Meltdown.eng

Raines's estranged wife
escaped that mental hospital...

just to tell you about
your mother and Mirage? Why?

Edna Raines said Mirage
was my mother's work.

Work I'm supposed to finish.

Well, no one seems to remember
any Centre project by that name.

Could it be one of her delusions?
-You didn't see her eyes.

Syd, in that moment, she
was as sane as you and I.

Broots, you been
downloading porn again?

My e-mail server is whacked.

Someone around here has heard
of Mirage. You can bet on it.

Excuse me, ma'am. I'm here to
collect burn bags for incineration.

I... knew her.

Excuse me? -Catherine.

She was a special person.
-You knew my mother?

And she always seemed like
a bright and shining spirit...

even in the darkest hours.

Sorry for the interruption.

Maybe we could... talk again.

If you wouldn't mind, Mr, um...

Name's Leonard. And it
would be my pleasure.

What the hell are you doing?

Everything burns. -Miss
Parker'll want to see this.

I said everything burns.

Miss Parker must see this.

Big mistake, you dumb...

I have to talk to Miss Parker.

Details are sketchy, but after
the robbery, the five suspects...

posing as janitorial staff, fled
MAGNA Technologies in a brown van.

A hazmat team has been
dispatched, and the

warehouse district
has been quarantined.

We'll keep you updated
as the story unfolds.

Reporting live from the warehouse

district, now back
to you in the studio.

Let me outta here! Let me out!

My throat is on fire. I can't breathe.

Something is very wrong here.

Oh, it's this. It's what we stole.

Oh, my God.

Hey, science guy. You're
making me nervous. What is it?

Soman nerve gas.

That stuff could kill us,
couldn't it? -It already is.

What do you mean, is? -Is. Is!

Barring some miracle, we're all going
to be dead in less than six hours.

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.

Miss Parker.
-Good night, Broots.

That guy went postal down in SL
26. Started shooting up the place.

That guy? -Leonard, the clerk!

The burn bag guy
that knew your mother!

God.

We tried to negotiate with him.

He wasn't interested. -So you
traded the olive branch for an Uzi.

Is that your Christian way, Raines?

He was armed and out of control.
He tried to kill one of my men.

There must have been another way.

I will not tolerate unstable
behavior from Centre employees.

I thought that was a job requirement.

Broots.

I want the surveillance footage
of what just happened here. Quick.

Ain't bad enough there's cops
searchin' for us everywhere.

Now you're tellin'us we
got six hours to live?

Who the hell are you to be
pronouncing us dead on arrival?

I don't have to, Mr. Job. You
can already feel it, can't you?

You all can. It's on your skin.

It's in your lungs.
And it only gets worse.

Elijah never said anything
about stealing nerve gas.

Poindexter here's probably
talking out his ass.

I mean, us, we know each other,
right? But him? Who the hell is he?

For all we know, he's some out of work

pharmacist. I think
we should call Elijah.

Eve's right. We were supposed
to steal computer chips.

Yeah, not to mention
100,000 each for our efforts.

Thank you very much.
I say we call him.

Elijah said the target was
a box. That's all he said.

What difference does it make?
He owes us anyway, right?

Screw it. I'm gonna call
Elijah. -No. Elijah calls us!

Always has, he always will!

I don't know about you, but I'm not
just gonna sit here and wait to die.

There must be something we
can do about this Soman gas.

It affects the chemical
structure of the brain.

It's only a matter of time before
our paranoia turns into psychosis.

Wait. What do you mean?
We all go crazy? -Exactly.

It breaks down our tissues. First

we'll feel nauseous,
then the tremors...

and then, our internal
organs will liquefy.

Our insides will look something
like, well, something like that.

Then your nose will start
to bleed, and it just won't-

No, stop. Okay? I just
-Make him stop.

All right, I can't-

Look. Look. It's-It's
Elijah's laptop.

He's gonna help us. -And what?

We wait for his call and-and
then surf the Web, Mr. Job?

I hear bleedout.com has some
real interesting graphics.

You're really turning into one
sarcastic bitch, you know that?

Ooh, you really do
have issues with women.

What was it? Trauma
with training pants?

Or did Mommy have Stoli with
her cornflakes every morning?

Shut up! -Or what?

You want to smack me around a
little, hmm? -Okay. That's enough.

As sick as we're going to
get, we need to stick together.

This is Elijah's laptop.

The question is why hasn't
he tried to contact us?

He used us as guinea pigs is why.

Look. Are we really gonna
-Are we gonna die?

No, brother. We're not gonna
die. I promise you that, okay?

I'm gonna take care
of you. Don't I always

take care of you? I
don't know about you.

Me and my brother, we're gettin' the
hell out of here. Come on. Let's go.

And exactly where do you think
you're going? -To a hospital.

Use your brains, Mr.
Cain. What's left of them.

The way the black-and-white's
are circling around outside...

you and your brother won't get
a block before they pick you up.

Abraham's right. Our
best chance is if we stick

together and wait for
Elijah to contact us.

All right.

But if things get out of hand...

the last rational
thought I'm gonna have is

putting a. 38 slug in
the back of your head.

If this gets out of hand, I
will consider that a favor.

Hey, I'm gettin' somethin'.

The robbery occurred in
Dallas's industrial district.

Now, for unknown reasons,
the area's been cordoned off.

And an emergency evacuation
order has gone out...

to clear the area of all
non emergency personnel.

Evacuation. Cops already
know what we stole.

If they know, then
Elijah knows. -Yeah,

well, Elijah's gonna
want his stuff, right?

So he's gonna come down and-and
get us out of here, right?

Right. Maybe he'll send a
flock off flying monkeys, moron.

Hey, leave him alone.
Now. -Ease up, Tarzan.

You know, I knew I
should have cut and run...

when I realized you thought
Groundhog Day was a national holiday.

I'm not saying it's a major holiday.

I'm just saying it's right up
there with, uh, Secretary's Day.

Secretary's Day isn't a
national holiday either, Job.

And like you've ever
had a secretary anyway.

I had a secretary once.

And then lunch was
over, we put our clothes

back on. She went back to her typing.

Eh, speakin' of secretaries, hotshot,

what are you, some
kind of a entry expert?

The name Mr. Elijah
gave me is Mr. Abraham.

And, yes, breaking and entry
is one of my specialties.

I'll bet you robbed a girl of her

virginity once, which
I find impressive.

Well, you should. She
was your sister. -Ahh!

What the hell are you laughin' at,
half-wit? Your mama is your sister.

Hey. -How did you people pull
off 20 scores in three years?

I'll tell you how. We don't know
a damn thing about each other.

Rule number one in
the book of Mr. Elijah.

You have a video phone call.

Good morning, campers. I assume you've

all met and bonded
with Mr. Abraham here.

He's a strong addition to our team.

He's an expert in many
areas, mostly the sciences.

What? Like we're mopes or something?
-Good to see you again too, Job.

I gotta agree with Job on this one.
We've done fine on our own, Mr. E.

Have we? I'm putting Mr.
Abraham in charge of this one.

What? I gotta take orders
from science guy here?

You know, we made a lot of scratch
for you in the past few years, pal.

I don't have to sit
here and take this crap.

Well, then I guess the others will
have to split up your hundred thousand.

We get a hundred
grand each? -It's big.

But let's see if we can do this
one without any blood on it. Deal?

What deal doesn't have blood on it?

Isn't this cute?

What is it?

Brittany Tate? Who's Brittany Tate?

Last job we did, three months
ago, a kid was murdered.

"Brittany Tate, age nine,
was smothered to death...

"during a robbery at
a Westbrook estate.

"Only evidence found at the scene was
a pillow used in the suffocation...

a spilled bottle of perfume
and a broken music box."

Well, I guess that's what Elijah meant
when he said, "one without blood."

Which one of you geniuses did her?

None of us knows.

Nobody's talkin'.

Mr. Cain's gone strangely silent.

So? -So, you killed
that little girl.

Lady, your brain's
already beginning to melt.

What difference does
it make who did it?

It's done.

You have a video phone call.

Tough evening, eh?
-Tough?

We've all been exposed to nerve gas!

Which means you've accomplished
your mission. Well done.

You set us up? You knew what
we were stealing was deadly!

Would you have taken
the assignment otherwise?

Assignment? We're dying in here!

One of the canisters leaked.
We've all been exposed to the gas.

I realized that that might be a

possibility. Check the
dispatcher's office.

I've left materials there for you
to work a little chemistry, Abraham.

Now, I'm sending a couple of my
men over to pick up the canisters.

They should be at your location
within the next few hours.

And just know the contingency
plans are being implemented.

Forget about contingency.
What about currency?

Patience, Job. Patience.

My men are on the way.
-No, no, wait.

Wait. Damn it!

Oh, God. He's
leavin' us here to die.

Shut him up, or I will.

Elijah will not leave
us high and dry, okay?

What's this stuff?

Elijah left me everything I
might need to create an antidote.

You think you can save us? -Now
don't you wish you'd been nicer to me?

Hey, how long? -Five
hours. Maybe less.

How-How do we know
that you can do this?

I was an army medic in Desert Storm. I

know a few things
about chemical weapons.

I'm gonna need a blood
sample from each one of you.

Hey, screw this.

This guy could be a
wacko for all we know.

I agree with Cain. I'm gonna
take my chances with the hospital.

You won't make it. And even if you did,
they won't have the antidote you need.

You've got all the answers, don't you?

I'm outta here.

Someone's coming.

Cops.

Hey, come on. It's
empty. Let's keep moving.

Thirteen, Sergeant, One and Central.

They're gone. We're clear.

We have to do this
before it's too late.

Leonard didn't kill anyone.
-God, they just mowed them down.

Rewind, Broots.

Before they get shot.

Who's he calling?

Can't tell. The image is too small.

Maybe if I enhance the video, isolate
his hands and match the motion.

You can do that? -Well, yeah.
It would take about an hour.

Clock's ticking.

Song reminds me of when
Mom used to sing it.

Signal's comin' back.

The latest report is that the
security guard, a father of six...

was found nearly strangled to death in

the robbery at MAGNA
Technologies, Limited.

His condition is considered
to be life-threatening.

Police are still combing
the area for the suspects.

Who did it?

Which one of you idiots
strangled the guard?

What difference does it make? -It might
make a big difference, if we survive.

The question is, which one of
you has the itchy trigger finger?

Tell me something. What
does Elijah see in that one?

It's like a horse race entry.
You want Cain, you get Abel.

I gotta get outta here.
I gotta get out. I gotta-

Hey, calm down. -No,
I gotta get outta here.

Calm down. Calm down.
Calm down. -Please!

You know something? I
thought I was a really

good judge of people.
Guess I was wrong.

What's that supposed to mean?

Thought I was working
with professionals.

You snuff out a little girl.

Now a rent-a-cop.
Did you do it?

What about you, Mr. Job?

Yeah, he's got the guts.

Oh, yeah. Killin' a little
girl, that takes a lot of guts.

Face it, you know. It
could've been any one of us.

Speak for yourself.
-Look, it wasn't me.

Well, one guilty, all guilty.
I'll tell you one thing.

Mr. Sparky and his 2,200 bolts
of death, he doesn't much care.

What about you, huh? -Yeah?

You could've popped that guard
just as easy as any one of us.

Yeah. We all know each
other. We've been doing

this a while. You? We
don't even know you.

No. You don't.

Job will access the main security panel
and break the various door codes...

and control panels to
the security cameras.

Eve, Cain and I will
take the upper floor...

with Eve manning the infrared thermal
sensor, and me securing the target.

You sure the target's
on the upper floor?

It's supposed to be. What I do know
is that it's kept in cold storage.

That's where the infrared
thermal grid comes in.

What about him? -We walk
in past the security guard.

The janitor uniforms are already set.

Janitor?

Hey, a guy like me is gonna be

hard-pressed to pass
for a bucket jockey.

You have a better idea,
Mr. Job? -Yeah. I do.

I, for one, want to know who
the hell you are, Mr. Peabody.

You know Elijah's rule. Total
anonymity. No names, no pasts, nothing.

I already broke that rule.
-What? What are you talkin' about?

I swiped your glass
from the coffee shop last

week. I had a friend
of mine run the prints.

There ain't squat on you out
there. You know what I'm sayin'?

I mean, hell, every decent criminal
I know has got some kind of sheet.

What's the matter? You
never broke the law before?

I broke plenty.

I am just too damn
smart, too damn good...

and like my freedom too
damn much to ever get caught.

But, you, Mr. Job, on the other hand-

What's so funny?

Well, let's just say that I ran a

little fingerprint
check on you as well.

Do you mind telling me exactly what
determines a lewd act... at a kennel?

Hey, Simple Simon, fini.

Why is, uh, this guy so much
worse than the rest of us?

Each one of us is different.

We'll all unravel at
our own genetic pace.

Oh. Well, he's definitely
bringing up the rear.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Abel
and his five-piece concerto.

Well, six, if you
count the green bean.

Leave him alone.

I'm so sorry. Mama's
gonna be so mad at me.

Come on! -I gotta clean this up.

Don't do that! -I
gotta clean this up.

Come on. Get outta there. Mom's dead!

You idiot! You stupid idiot!

She's dead! Has been
for 10 years! Wake up!

I'm gonna kill the next
person who says a word.

How's it coming already, huh?

I'm workin' on it.
-Yeah? Well, hurry.

You should sit down. It will
slow the effects of the toxin.

Look, I, uh...

I didn't give you my blood
before because I was worried.

About what?

I'm pregnant.

Four months.

Do they know?

Yeah, sure.

They'd give me a perfect little
baby shower, don't you think?

So what's this gas
gonna do to my baby?

Airbornes. They can't
pass through a placenta.

Actually, your baby's
safer than you are.

Okay. You can take my blood.

As long as it's safe for the baby.

I promise.

Got it?
-Got it.

But you're not gonna like
it. He's dialing 2725.

My extension.

My God.

Miss Parker, this is Leonard. I saw
something I probably shouldn't have.

Something meant to
be burned. Memo B437.

It's something about an e-mail
file intercepted from your computer.

Miss Parker, you should see this.

Someone broke into your computer.
That's why your e-mail wasn't working.

Doesn't the Centre's
system keep, uh...

duplicates of-of all
incoming and outgoing e-mails?

Yeah, in the file allocation dump.
None of us have clearance there.

Get me that e-mail, Broots. Or someone
might find all of us in the dump.

Now I'm gonna die 'cause
of Mark Beyer's bike.

Come again.

First thing I ever stole.

You know, it had this speed
shifter and this banana seat.

It was the most beautiful
thing I ever saw.

It was almost worth
the cops chasing me just

so I could ride that
thing down Arlington Hill.

Where did Elijah recruit
these two? The Boy Scouts?

Hey, look at this.

That Brittany girl, her body...

was found stuffed in a toy
chest just like this, wasn't it?

What the hell is going on?

I mean, the paper is one
thing, but this? This is Elijah!

He's messing with our minds!
-What difference does it make?

We need to keep our
minds in the here and

the now. Who cares what
happened months ago?

I agree! The here and now!

Like how I want my
hundred grand. Here and now.

Where's the pay? Huh? Where?

We did the job! We did the damn job!

There we go, boys and girls.

Ready to loop signal
on security camera one.

Clear. -Go.

Security door code is 88656.

You're clear.

I have infrared readings.

I'm getting extreme temperature
drop in room 2108. That one.

Security camera-

Clear. Security door code is 61684.

You're in the clean room.

The cold room chamber door code is...

202018.

Next time, knock.
-Your limo awaits.

Job, are we clear? Job, are
we clear to come out? Job?

Come on. -Wait. Job, are we clear?

The hell with it! Come on!

There's no guard. Where's the guard?

My communication pieces
shorted out. Sorry.

Don't you ever leave me hanging
out like that again. You understand?

Come on, move! Let's
get outta here! Move!

My insides are starting to boil.

Come on. It won't be long now.

I don't want to lose my baby.

You won't. Not if I can help it.

Thank you. There's not a lot
of love in this room, you know?

Oh, my... It's her stuff.

Whose stuff? -Brittany Tate.

The dead girl's stuff.
It's her stuff. -What?

Her stuff. -What are
you babblin' about?

Nothin' in there.

No. No.

No. I saw a doll, and a
pillow, a picture, a music box.

Listen, I smelled perfume.

The guy's startin'to lose it here.

I don't want to die. I don't
want to die. Not like this.

Oh, my skin's on fire.

Come on, science guy.
What's takin' so long?

Freeze!

Elijah's not gonna like it
if you execute his messengers.

Elijah? -Sent us to pick up the gas.

Dirty cops as messenger
boys? Typical Elijah.

Hey, man, you got our money?

What is this? A joke?
-What? What is it?

There's like 10 grand here. -Hey,
the deal was one hundred grand each.

Mr. Elijah is less than satisfied
with the way the job went down.

He'll be in touch.
Until then, if you just

give us the canisters,
we'll be on our way.

Not for 10 large.

Get over there. Move! -You
have a video phone call.

Where's the damn
money you promised us?

It's going to be much
harder to sell now that

it's become such a
sought after commodity.

Somebody's going to have to pay for
that. That somebody is you people.

You're scum! You know that?
I'm gonna find you, pal. I will!

Even if you knew where I was, Mr.
Job, you'd never have the nerve.

Well, maybe not him, Elijah...

but you forgot about me.

Now, I'm going to send your healthy
messenger back for our money.

If he isn't here in two hours, the

police get the
canisters. Is that clear?

Clear enough. I just hope
you all live long enough.

Oh, by the way, this now
ends your broadcast day.

Wait a minute. Mirage.

The e-mail was from Edna Raines.

That's impossible.
She can barely speak.

It seems she's had
another moment of clarity.

That's not all. It's
Mr. Raines who stole it.

How would Mr. Raines know
what was in my e-mail?

Looks like they've
been monitoring your

m-mailbox since last
Tuesday, Miss Parker.

Tuesday? That's the very day
Edna escaped from the institution.

He must have anticipated her

contacting you. -What
was in the e-mail?

Well, the text field was empty.
But there was a video file attached.

Play it.

Uh-uh.

The only way to access
the actual file is

from the computer it
was transferred to.

Mr. Raines's office.

Then what are we waiting for?

I'm bleeding to death.

Like any of you care.

Shouldn't have killed
that little girl.

That's what made Elijah so angry.

Now there's the guard.

Which one of you dirtbags
is into suffocation, huh?

Was it you?

What happened that night?

Oh, what the hell. You're
gonna bleed to death anyway.

A huge estate in Westbrook.

Inside were intelligence documents.

Worth a fortune.

Elijah hired us to get 'em.

Whoever found them was supposed
to bring them back to the van.

But somebody got greedy...

decided to take a little
side trip into the guesthouse.

Caretaker's daughter
wasn't supposed to be there.

I think Cain did her.

Shut up! -All for a few extra bucks.

Aah!

Shut up! Shut your mouth!

Mark?

Mark, is that you? Hey.

Look.

I'm really- I'm really
sorry about your b-bike.

What's that smell? It smells,
It smells like perfume.

Cut it out, green bean.

I don't want to hear that song again.

Go ahead. Play it again, Sam,
just one more stinkin' time.

I dare you.

What is that smell?

Is that the antidote?

No. It's Champs de Nuit.

My mother wore it.

I could smell it when she'd
tuck me in bed at night.

Maybe that's a lie.

'Cause I can barely remember
even if I had a mother.

The ingredients in perfume, they're
known as notes, did you know that?

The perfumer, he acts as composer.

Now, me, I always went for the heart.

Some people, they could
only smell the top notes.

I went deeper to search for the soul.

Perfume.

Sparkling citrus notes, like lemon.
Dark resonant notes, like balsam.

The medical report
just handed to me states

that the MAGNA Technologies Limited...

security guard has died from
injuries sustained during the robbery.

Well, that was smart.

He's dead! Didn't you
hear that? He's dead!

He ain't the only one.

Great. That's one more
corpse on our hands.

Oh, my God. I'm bleeding. Oh, my God.

You've gotta finish
the stuff. I'm gonna

die. You've gotta finish that stuff!.

I'm finishing it now. Let go of me!

Oh, no. Oh, God, it's her.

It's her. It's the Tate kid.

So what? It's her. So what?

She's dead! Just like we're gonna
be. -I didn't kill her. All right?

I didn't say you did!
-It's not even her picture.

I didn't kill her.

Oh, damn it!

Now there's only enough
antidote for four of us.

So what does that mean?

I guess that means that
one of is going to die.

The question is, who?

So how do we decide
who gets the antidote?

We'll leave out the one
who killed Brittany Tate.

Only problem is we don't
know who the killer is.

Well, we do. -What
are you talking about?

Process of elimination.
I mean, it couldn't

have been me because
I wasn't there, right?

I didn't kill her. I swear. I
didn't kill her. I didn't kill her.

No. I know you didn't.

And I know you didn't.

And I know...

you didn't.

What's going on? Give me the antidote.

You don't deserve it.
-What? But why?

Because... you killed Brittany Tate.

Mr. Abraham, I don't know what you
think you know, but you're wrong.

Am I? For starters, you're
not really pregnant, are you?

That was just a
fabrication so no one would

believe you could ever
possibly murder a child.

And I checked your blood for
the pregnancy hormone, H. C. G.

Thanks for playin'. -The
gas is making you crazy.

The most convincing evidence
was Brittany herself.

No one saw her that night
except for the killer.

Her picture wasn't in the
papers. It wasn't on the news.

You were the only one who
recognized that photograph as a fake.

Because you remember what she
looked like the night you killed her.

Whoa! Hey. -Put your gun
down. Put your gun down.

Look, if she killed the kid, then she's
the ticket to our money from Elijah.

You shoot me, I take at
least two of you with me.

Starting with little brother.

Uh-oh, bloody nose. You
know what that means.

You tell me the truth,
I'll give you half my dose.

Disintegration of
your internal organs.

The complete meltdown of
your psyche. It isn't pretty.

The little girl wasn't supposed
to be there. -But she was there!

And you killed her in cold
blood just to assure her silence!

Oh, I can't breathe!

It doesn't have to be this way. Tell

me the truth, and
I'll give this to you.

Yes, I killed her! I killed
her! Now give it to me!

Oops.

Blanks.

Yes. Uh, except for mine.

Oh, and his.

I thought you'd never end this.

I almost sneezed.

What the hell's going on?

I'm not exactly who I pretend to be.

I'm an agent with the Texas
Bureau of lnvestigation.

I purposely exposed you all to
find out who killed Brittany Tate.

But you were gonna get
killed by the gas too.

There was no Soman gas. It was
just a 12 hour intestinal virus...

with a little kicker to weaken the
sinus cavity and constrict breathing.

Not to mention a mild
herbal hallucinogen.

It's completely harmless.

I don't understand.
The reporter, the cops?

It was all a hoax.

Mr. Elijah cut a
little deal to help us.

And to shorten his stay in prison.

Now you see them. Now you don't.

These were all the last things that
Brittany saw before you killed her.

None of this was real?

Nothing. Except your confession.

And that's a lifetime of real.

I'm into Raines's hard
drive. There's the e-mail.

But the video
attachment's been deleted.

Damn it. -Hang on.

Deleting e-mails is sort of
like losing your car keys.

They're not gone, just lost.

Faint magnetic traces of the original

can still linger
where they were stored.

I just have to link all the pieces.

There. I got it.

It's Edna Raines. She sure
doesn't look crazy there.

Maybe she's not. Play it, quickly.

Miss Parker, I need to talk to you.

It's time that you learned everything
about your mother and Mirage.

Please answer this message as soon as

possible, and I'll send
you the where and when.

It could be a matter
of life and death.

For Leonard, it already is.

Let's just hope it's not
too late for the rest of us.

If anyone finds out how we pulled
this off, some heads are gonna roll.

Starting with mine. -We caught
a baby killer, didn't we?

Right. I'll see you
back at the office.

Come book these animals.
-Uh, don't wait for me.

You have other business?
-Family business.

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