All language subtitles for wolf lake s01e03 Soup to Nuts.eng

Right on time.

Told you.

Last chance.

Yay or nay?

Man: My best friend's
wife died

when she fell
into the wishing well.

He was really shocked though.

He had no idea those
things actually worked.

Were the two of us
so loud?

( laughing )

I just want 'em two
at a time.

( howling )

You know, I was
also reading that scientists

have discovered a way to
slow down the speed of light.

Ahh!

( Gasoline splashing )

( man grunting )

Come on!

Watch his head, watch
his head!

Come on,
get him in here!

Come on, come on!

Go, go!

Go, go, go!

That's it, let's go!

( exploding )

Jumping on the hood
of the truck?

What the hell
were you thinking?

Who's thinking?

He looked dead.

You think he's dead?

I don't know.

Oh, God, he's dead.

Oh, man... Oh, God!

This is
really bad, man!

This is really
bad, guys!

Get out of here!

Oh, God!

Good news-- he's alive.

Man: Guys, This guy
needs some help!

Hurry up!

John: A holocaust of dead
kids in a cemetery,

dating back to the 1800s.

A religion that exists
nowhere else in the world.

Wolves, weird Indians,

a fertility rate that would
make the Pope blush.

Does none of
this strike you as odd?

Oh, and another thing.

The moon.

Is it my imagination or is
always full around here?

You know, you don't
look so good.

Are you getting sick?

I want
to see your records.

No.

Why won't you let me see
your files?

As a courtesy
from officer to officer?

Do I have
to subpoena them?

Ruby Cates isn't here...
That is not gonna change.

You are just chasing
a Holy Grail.

You're gonna
make me call in the FBI.

Oh, what are you going to
tell them?

"Oh, hi, this is John Kanin.

"I'm AWOL
from the Seattle P.D.

"Oh, by the way, could you
send over a couple of agents

"to give me a hand
finding my girlfriend

who never even told me
her real name?"

Look, Kanin, I talked to
your Lieutenant.

You're a nut job.

Now do yourself a favor
and get some help.

Try to keep your pension.

Good night, Molly.

Good night.

Man: This is Grave Hill.

State of
the art SuperMax prison.

In Sayre, Oklahoma, assessments
from their new facility

added over $400,000 to
the municipal budget alone.

Not to mention new roads,
new jobs.

The private for-profit
correctional industry

has proven itself
a welcome neighbor in over

200 rural counties.

Why not here?

Look, all I'm proposing is
some new thinking.

One big cage, huh?

Society's most
violent offenders

right in our own backyard?

True, but check the beauty
of this.

Any threat to us
is all but eliminated.

Any outsiders we bring in,
we lock up.

And where do you propose
to build this new Gulag?

Wherever you want, Will.

Roy, your construction company
can have the contract.

Jared, you can
bid on food service.

I don't know, you might
just win the job.

(all laughing)

And in the interest of
full disclosure,

I nominate myself
to be the project developer.

Hmm!

Our land is sacred.

Pristine.

We're talking 50 acres max.

In an area half the size
of Vermont.

That's right.

And it's up to us to
decide how best to use it.

It's up to us to evolve.

To adapt.

We got our legs wrapped
around a rocket here.

What the hell are we
still doing on the ground?

Let's go!

Crumbcake anybody?

Sophia.

Luke.

What is it,
what's the matter?

Sophia...

You're shaking.

I didn't know where
else to go.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

What?

We were just getting a
little crazy, having some fun.

Tell me.

I think I may have killed
somebody tonight.

( Knocking )

Matthew: Sophia, are you
okay in there?

Just a second.

I thought I heard
something in the backyard.

Stop being so
paranoid, Dad.

And, uh, burn the pajamas.

( knocking )

Just a sec.

I heard you were sick so I
hustled right over.

Why, you don't
see that as neighborly?

Well, it could be if we were
in Odebolt, Iowa

and had a county fair
and knew the postman by name

but we're in Wolf Lake.

Oh.

I got something for you.

Double cappuccino,
that's for me.

Extra-strength,
the best.

Look, I
really appreciate it...

Echh.

Ugh.

Got an angry skull
this morning.

One Wallbanger
too many last night.

Found myself dancing with
a toothless palm reader

wearing surgical stockings.

Here, take a whiff
of that, open you right up.

This is soup,
you brought me soup?

Yeah, chicken stock,
peppers, veggies.

Low tech, but it does
the trick.

Smells good actually.

Well, love to hang,
but I can't.

Do yourself a favor.

Get it in your bloodstream
as quick as you can, hmm?

Explain yourself.

That could take
a while.

Where should I start?

Start with why you
are here.

They say
just changing locations

can kick up your
sex life.

I'm thinking, on
the shag.

In front of the fire.

Snap out of it.

Said Cher
to Nicholas Cage.

"Moonstruck," 1987.

He had
a wooden hand.

Please tell me that
you are here

for some other reason.

Not in my house.

Under my roof.

Ever.

And not just because my
husband shot down

your precious little idea.

It's humiliating.

No offense intended.

Not to me.

Humiliating to you.

(Music plays)

Matthew: We know you dropped
him off, Luke.

He spent the night
in intensive care.

Third degree burns on his
chest and his arms.

So how'd
the truck crash?

Aw, come on,
man, get real.

What are you saying,
that I did it?

Well, I don't rule
it out.

You and your crew.

What, were you out tripping
last night?

"Tripping," wow.

Long live
the Grateful Dead, man.

You know, you're a real
smart guy, Luke.

Word of advice.

You push Sophia in any
of this filth,

I'll see to it
you stay locked down

the rest of your
crummy life.

Sophia, push?

You are
so clueless, man.

Oh, yeah?

She's the one you should
be locking down.

It was right around
this bend.

(Music plays)

This is the spot?

You sure?

Yeah, man.

The truck was on its side
and the whole thing exploded.

Place the time
for me.

Uh, eight, ten hours ago.

Well, who the hell swept

five tons of steel
and rubber off this road?

( Knocking )

Yeah?

Shh.

- Ruby.
- Shh.

Quiet, quiet.

Just close the door.

Okay-

I knew you were here.

We don't have
much time.

They're watching me.

Who, who's watching you?

You're in danger.

You have to pack up all
of your things

and you have to
get out of here tonight.

No, not until you tell me

- what's going on.
- Take a hint.

I didn't ask you to
follow me here.

And this is painful for
me to have to say.

But, I don't love you.

And I never will
love you.

You can't really expect me
to believe that.

It's the truth.

Ruby, okay, stop it.

Stop it.

I love you.

You don't know me.

Now let me go.

No, please, listen--
No!

Oh, that crazy Indian.

The molecular composition of the
epidermal layer breaks down.

Hold this, will you?

The skin, you mean?

It melts right down
to the bone.

The tissue actually
becomes liquid.

The cannibals in the East
Indies would catch the drippings

and preserve them in giant
vats, like bacon fat.

Could there be
another explanation

for the severity of
the burns

besides extreme heat
from fire?

Such as?

Some inorganic compound,
toxic agent.

At the crash sight,
I found evidence

of a biohazard retardant.

I'm thinking...

something got spilled
up there.

Chemical burns?

It's possible, definitely.

How do we find out?

That would be the hard
part... considering...

What?

That our patient
was released this morning

into the custody of the
Military Police

not ten minutes
after we spoke.

HEY-

A job worth doing, is
worth doing well.

We stay until he's done.

I'll be with you in
a minute.

Man: Okay, sweetheart.

Hi.

Hi.

Uh, how do you feel?

I mean,
how's it going?

Good.

If you want, we can
get together

and talk
when I get off.

Talk?

Or do something.

I am doing something.

Willard: Sent yet
another e-mail yesterday.

This one to the National
Cleveland-Style

Polka Hall Of Fame.

I offered him 50 grand to
cease and desist

and another ten for each
tuba they threw

into the Ohio River.

- Any response?
- Not a word.

Integrity pops up in the
strangest places.

Hmm.

Drop your pants.

Don't know why I'm so
compelled lately

to spread my opinions all
over the Internet.

Maybe it's the painkiller.

You didn't come into this
world quietly,

no reason you
should leave the same.

Nowadays, this is what
passes for sex between us.

Our marriage bed has
become a sick bed.

I miss that thunder.

So do I.

These months, weeks,
whatever...

shouldn't be all about me.

There's your life,
your future.

You're preparing,
I'm sure.

You've considered
other options?

Another man?

All decisions
now are hard decisions.

You shouldn't feel alone
when you make them.

Thank you.

If it can save my life,

I wouldn't change one step
of the strange trip

we've taken together.

Never boring.

Over you go.

Over I go.

( Knocking )

Go away.

Ruby: John.

How many times do I have
to say it-- I'm not here?

John.

There's somebody here who
wants to see you.

Mom'?

Dad?

We have something we need
to tell you, John-John.

But we should
have told you sooner.

You were adopted, son.

( Playing violin )

How does that make you
feel, John?

Like none of this
is really happening.

I think it's best not
to resist, John-John?

My mother had a thing for
the Kennedys.

Okay-

What we are going to do
now is induce a seizure

to the brain.

What if I don't want
a seizure?

John, you are behaving in
a highly compulsive manner.

You are having
a paranoid episode.

You need help.

Why are you doing this
to me, Ruby, huh?

Don't.

Okay?

Please... don't.

Oh...

Hopefully the memory of
her will start to fade.

One day it will be like
she never existed.

"Her?"

"She," "her," why do you keep
saying that?

It's you, Ruby.

That's the transference
talking.

No, no.

I know it's you, Ruby
I know it's you, Ruby.

I know, I know it's
you, Ruby...

I am not Ruby Cates or
your mother, John.

I'm your therapist.

Dr. Ludwig.

( Muffled screaming )

Nice!

Man: She got two,
that's pretty good.

All right, I jump it
over the six

and I spin it back.

Luke?

June 22, but December
hadn't left.

Total desolation.

The trees were blasted
to toothpicks around Verdun.

Just before dawn, the wind
came up out of the east

and then a
green cloud came,

like a ghost spilling over
the barbed wire

and into the trench.

Gustav Lyon, blond
kid from Toulouse.

Didn't get his
mask on in time.

Wait a minute, wait a
minute.

So what are you
telling me,

that's what
he got a whiff of?

Mustard gas?

Well, as memory serves, it
wasn't Paco Rabanne.

Your young friend
here's lucky.

There was some blistering,
but he wasn't directly exposed.

Why did
we come here for?

All right, here's my deal.

I'm not saying who I was
out there with.

Deal.

Someone's shipping toxic
poison through Wolf Lake.

Luke, picture this summer.

Classroom hot as
a furnace.

Just you and the other
five mullet-heads

who failed biology.

Okay, all right.

It was leaking
stuff all over the road.

Chemicals, I don't know,
some sort of gas.

Smelled sweet.

What make of truck
was it?

Can you give me a model?

Plate number?

Nah, there was a
little beaver.

A what?

A little beaver sign on
the truck.

Um, on the mud flaps too.

I'm out of here.

Man: You're burning holes
again.

I'm just studying you.

And what do you see?

I see a little gray at
the temples.

A few small lines
at the corners of the eyes.

I see the future.

How sick is he?

Very.

What a drag.

- Tyler...
- Don't.

You don't have to
say a word.

What was
I going to say?

I'm curious.

At heart, I know you think
that I'm a thug.

But you'd be wrong if you
thought I didn't have feelings.

You want to be with him
at the end.

Your mate.

Without guilt.

I'm moved.

I really am.

Don't get too good
at that.

You'll lose your edge.

You know me better
than that.

Hmm.

So...

we're breaking up,
is that what we're doing?

That's what I'm doing.

My place is with him.

This is no time to
be shy, John.

This is what you want,
isn't it, John ?

We're two of a
kind.

Look.

( laughing )

( glass shattering )

Luke: Sophia...

Hi.

You headin' out?

What's it to you?

I don't, know, I just...

You know...

There are days when it
gets so crazy

I feel like I should
grab onto something

because I'm just gonna
spin off the planet.

But you, you are totally
the entire

first-class
section of Air Psycho.

So, best thing?

I accept your clumsy
apology, and--

Whoa, wait a second, Sophia,
who said I was apologizing?

Okay, Sophia, I came here
because I wanted to make sure

that the stuff we talked
about earlier

stayed on the down-low.

I can't have it getting
back to my dad.

Stuff?

That stuff we talked about
the other night got pretty deep,

and according to you,

you couldn't tell
it to anybody else that--

That felt like...

like friends.

Okay, you know what?

You're making a
really big deal out of--

And if that is how you
treat your friends,

because you can,
because you're "other,"

"better"...

then I pass.

I am not a flight risk.

The cuffs are excessive.

Welcome back, Miranda.

Matt, look, at this.

Sheriff.

Oh.

We're having one of "those
days" are we?

Well, from now on, you can
refer me as Song Stylist.

How about shoplifter?

Ha!

I took the Vapo-Rub
temporarily

to compare prices
at another drug store.

There's only one.

Mmm.

man: Sheriff...

we got a match.

They're owned by a company
called Ergo Foods lnc.,

but look at this.

They're a shell subsidiary
of Eyderdex Chemical Corp.

Great work.

Man: Did he give you a call
with the next shipment?

I'm not totally there on
that idea.

No?

One tanker crash is
my limit.

And there's a sheriff
sniffing around now.

Cold feet?

I have a business policy.

When things go south, they
usually stay there.

Better to cut
your loses, you know.

We're sitting on ten tons
of Lewisite gas.

That's millions in fines.

The company still needs
your location.

I don't think so.

Nothing personal.

It's been fun.

Mr. Creed, we're in the
waste management business,

and we pursue the disposal
of said waste

with extreme prejudice,

whether if it comes with
canisters

or designer suits.

That's why we're
number one.

And that's why we get to
decide when it's been fun.

Point taken.

Policy amended.

Next month...
we'll call ya.

I like the way you
handled that.

So what do you figure?

40 miles
to the nearest movie?

Young Paul Bunyan forgot
the coleslaw.

( man screaming )

Harv?

He)', Harv?

Harv?

Harv?

( Gasping )

( Tyler )
Hey.

Catch.

( Screaming )

You got two bodies.

Approximately.

I'm wondering if this has
some connection

with something
I'm working on.

Any vehicles from Ergo
Foods or Eyderdex Chemical?

Don't know.

There was no car here.

Whoever did it, cleaned up
the room, too.

We found
a restaurant napkin.

Place reeked
of fried chicken.

Then how can I
help you?

The only take out chicken
joint's by you,

in Wolf Lake.

Start there.

Find out who saw 'em
alive last.

I can do that.

You mind if I look
at this?

Be my guest.

Wolf Lake.

The old tannery.

This looks like the beginning
of a bad afternoon.

Storing hazardous
waste on Trustee Land.

That could spell the end of a
promising career

of a young
tycoon like yourself.

But removing it at a great
personal expense

is a commendable
public service,

although not a tax
write-off.

All irrelevant.

Because this unspoiled
property is the future home

of Wolf Lake's new
SuperMax prison.

Two men are dead.

Another one is missing,
and I'm guessing

you know
something about that.

Always chasing your tail.

Aren't you tired
of that yet?

I'm tired of you feeling
you're above the law.

I'm tired of you always
on my ass.

What is it about these
ungulates that makes you

put them first?

Hmm'?

Protect them?

Marry them?

Watch it.

Watch it, Tyler.

You gave up
everything for, uh...

What...

what the hell was that
zoo-bitch's name?

Marie.

Her name was Marie.

You want to kill me.

Right now.

You're gonna have to
someday, I expect.

Pull the gun.

Do it.

I don't need a gun.

I've got all the power
I need right here.

You wanna beef,
bring it on.

Let's put a
little hair on it.

Find out if the old man
can still go native.

What are
you waiting for?

Can't do it, can you?

Been too long.

You're a limp, sorry
son-of-a-bitch.

It's no wonder that
daughter of yours

can't wait to get a
Hill dude between her legs.

If I turn on you now...

it'd be self-defense.

I got at least one with
your name on it...

and I always will.

You're outnumbered,
Sheriff.

You're all alone.

You're all alone...

You know, uh, they say
once they pick up the game,

women are better pool
players than men.

Something in
the hips I guess.

Maybe I should try it
some time.

Oh, uh, I'm not doing
anything right now.

I can teach you.

Looks pretty crowded.

Let's just start with some
simple hand-eye stuff.

Don't be nervous.

This is how I learned.

From friends.

( Knocking )

I'm gonna say this quickly
before I have a chance

to change my mind, okay?

When I first took
this job,

I saw it as a kind of a
privilege, you know.

I was getting paid to walk
through walls

to make this town right,

hold everything together.

Now I'm not so
sure anymore.

And I'll
be straight with you.

I just found out that
my decision-making ability

is slightly impaired.

And I'm thinking that
maybe I need

a second
opinion now and then.

So I pulled
your record.

Two medals of honor.

Highest clearance rating
six years running.

Apparently you
like risking your life

in the line of duty.

Well?

Oh, what's the matter,
Kanin?

You can't come off that
high-horse of yours?

All right, I'm offering
you a job.

Okay?

Kiwanis will buy
you lunch.

You don't have to wear
a stupid hat.

Hot tea, please.

Okay, Emeril,
let's talk soup.

Helped out.

I mean, you look a whole
lot better.

What was in that?

I told you, chicken
and vegetables.

No, no, there was
something else

that you
can't get in a market.

I've been hallucinating
for the last 48 hours.

Still congested?

Fever?

Achy joints?

Nausea?

Explosive diarrhea?

Unrequited love?

Yeah, you're cured.

I'm freaked.

Facing your demons is
good medicine.

Don't get too hung-up on
the side effects, you know?

Just celebrate.

You remember this old tune?

Not really.

Me either.

Come on, Mrs. Cates,
dance with me.

I'll be honored,
Mr. Cates.

I think it's about time
we got a new song,

what do you think?

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