All language subtitles for A.W.A.T.14_2

Retired.

Who you working for, the family?

Shit. When are you guys
gonna leave it alone, huh?

We didn't do it, okay?

Okay.

You think we'd just chop up a cop

and leave her on our own fucking doorstep?

My son's a fucking moron
but he's not an idiot.

Wait. Marie was a cop?

Who are you?

I'm not after you.
Or your son.

I want...

I want the guys that killed Marie.

Not if I kill 'em first.

You dealing outta the store?

Not anymore.

But she was working you?

Working him?

Fucking moron wanted to marry her.

That's how good she was.

Hello, my name's Peter.

I'm an alcoholic and still a drug addict,

and I got one day back.

Hi, Peter.

It's good to see
all the friendly faces again.

Still haven't managed
to turn your back on me.

So I slipped, you know?

It happens.

The funny thing is I didn't start using
until I was 28.

Yeah?

Up until then,
I never even smoked a joint.

Even when I was overseas, you know,

half my unit was on one thing or another.

You were in the army?

Yeah, I was in Germany,
then Desert Storm.

I come home, go back to school,

and me and Kenny, we start dealing.

Just enough to get by.
It was more Kenny's thing.

He was dealing in college.

I do it to pay for art school.

Wind up getting hooked on the product.

Drop out.

Meanwhile, Kenny, he stays in the business,

starts making some real money

while I'm eating garbage
and sleeping in abandoned buildings.

Till one night I nearly blew
my fucking heart out of my mouth up in Harlem.

What are you gonna do now?

I got this job as a bread maker.

Figure stay busy at night,
sleep during the day.

Get in less trouble.

All right. See you around.

Take it easy.

The number you have reached
is not in service. Please check...

Directory assistance.

I'd like the number for the
East Village Plumbing, please.

What borough?

I assume it's the East Village.

One moment.

No listing in Manhattan.
Try Brooklyn.

Nothing in Brooklyn either.

Try all the boroughs.

I'm sorry, we have no listing.

Thanks.

What happened to you?

I bumped into something.
You okay?

I'm fine.

What you got there in your backpack?
Nothing.

Just my notebook. Some Twizzlers.

Unless you're talking
about my pencil case.

No. I'm talking about the black Beretta
with the taped grip

you got tucked beside
your water bottle.

You mean this.

My new jammie.

It's a nice one.

What are you planning on doing with it?

I don't know, man.
Right now it's just for protection.

Figure, I'm gonna be a detective,
I need a piece.

Where'd you get it?

I was just taking a nap in some alley.

Heard some footsteps.
I seen some dude who works

as a lookout for some ballers.

He just threw the bag
in a dumpster and split.

You stole someone's stash?

I didn't steal it.
I left the money and the rock where it was.

They're going to come back for the piece,
you know that.

Naw. They're in the wind, Matthew.
Trust me.

Cops clipped their ass.

You know how to use that?

Shit.

Point it at me.
Like you're gonna shoot me.

Go ahead.

Come on.

That the way you hold a gun?

That's the way I hold it, yeah.

You know how to jack the clip?
Empty it? Clean it?

But the gun's still not empty.
You know that, right?

You know there's still a round left
in the chamber here?

Now. Put it back together.

Caress it.

Rub it, like it's part of you.

Feels good, doesn't it?

Word.

It's all oily and whatnot.

Turn off the safety.

Now cock it.

Now put it to your temple
and pull the fucking trigger.

What?
You heard me.

Shoot yourself in the head.

Might as well get it over with now.

Because you walk around with a gun,

sooner or later, it's gonna happen anyway.

No rewind. No going out for popcorn
and coming back to the show.

It's just you with that gun in your hand,
stupid look on your face,

and your hash all over the wall.

Take it easy now, TJ.

Fuck!

Scudder, I'm assuming you're not

dumb enough to shoot a federal agent.

Show me your badge. Right now.

Okay.

I'm reaching for my folder.

Stover. Drug Enforcement.

Put it down.

Great. It's broken.

Next time identify yourself.

Hey, maybe we should pull over,

try again this time without the sucker punch,
see how well you do.

Why wait?

Hey, that's enough.

Who you working for? Kenny Kristo?

I can't say.
Cut it out, Scudder.

You're not licensed
so you don't have privilege.

And you're retired,

so this gives you about
as much legal authority

as a fucking mailman.

So the sooner you tell me
what you're doing

hanging with known drug dealers,

the sooner you can get to an AA meeting
and not talk about it.

I'm trying to find Ray
and his buddy what's-his-name.

You know, the two guys
that killed Marie Gotteskind?

I don't know who you mean.

Really? They go around saying

they're on the DEA payroll.

Usually right before they chop someone
into little pieces.

Was Gotteskind looking at Kenny Kristo?

I can't answer that.

Maybe Mrs. Kristo can.

Although we haven't seen her around
for a while, have we, guys?

I know,

maybe you should talk to the brother, Peter.

Seeing as he used to spend
a lot of time over there.

Know what?

I was wrong.

This guy doesn't know a fucking thing.
Uncuff him.

We're done here.

In the program, they have this saying.

"Don't give up five minutes
before the miracle happens."

Scudder.

Of course the flip side of that one is,

if you do give up,
you'll never know.

What are you doing here?

I'm admiring your wallpaper.

Those are the studies I was doing
for the painting.

You do them all here?

Yeah. We had to.

Wanted it to be a surprise for Kenny.

Was he? Surprised?

What do you want, man?

You and Carrie put the DEA

onto your brother, didn't you?

Hey.

I wouldn't blame you
for hating the guy. I mean,

it's not just that he has
a beautiful wife,

it's not just that he's got
all that money,

while you work some
get-well job making donuts.

What would really get me

is how he can be around all that junk

and never use.

Carrie had nothing to do with it.

About nine months ago,
they go to Bermuda for their anniversary.

Carrie asked me to watch the house.

I'm there maybe a day.

Found some cash Kenny hadn't locked up.

I don't even think about it.

I go to Queens,
to this guy I know to score.

And you get busted?

Yeah. I get put in a room
with this woman DEA agent.

She's so nice to me, you know.

I give Kenny up like that.

Of course, it didn't help
that you were in love with his wife.

Sometimes I think Kenny left
that money out on purpose.

Yeah. I'm sure that's what he did.

I'm sure this is all exactly
what he wanted to happen.

What are you talking about?

That agent that busted you, the nice one,

her name was Marie Gotteskind.

She was killed by the same two men
who got Carrie.

How did they know about that...

They stole her files.

And one of them, thanks to you,
had Kenny's name in it.

Tell your brother I'm done.

I'll return his money tomorrow.

Does Kenny know about me?

Not unless you tell him.

Yo.

There goes his bitch-ass right there.

Roll up next to him, man.

Yo, TJ! Feeling those new Timbs
you're rocking, man.

I know you hear me talking to you, right?

Let's go fuck this boy up.

Yo, slow your ass down!
Whoa, whoa! What's up? What's up?

Yo, you got something
that belongs to me, man.

What you all talking about, man?

Where my Gat at, man?
That's my favorite piece!

Man, I threw it in the fucking river, man. I...

What?

Serious, man?

The fuck you mean
you threw it in the river?

Where you going?
We just want to talk to you.

Get back here, bitch.

Yo, run his fucking bag.
Give me that!

Yo, what's this cartoon shit?

No, no, no!

No, man, that's my...
Shut up!

Yo, where you get this money from?

It's my allowance!
You sell my Gat?

No!
Yo, take his fucking Timbs off, man.

No, man.

What the fuck? Yo, motherfucker!

Fuck, I'm going to kill his bitch ass!
Fucking A!

What's wrong with you?
You crazy? You outta your mind?

Any messages?

Yeah. JR called.

TJ?

Yeah, whatever.

Did he leave a message?

Let me think. No.

Well, yeah.

He's at Bellevue.

He got worked over pretty good.

But he was also out in the rain.

Either one could have triggered the crisis.

Crisis?

He's a sickler.

He's got sickle cell anemia.

You didn't know that?
No.

Well, a sickler gets a cold or a chill.

Anything that makes a normal person's
blood cell count go up,

any time the body gets ready
to fight something,

the red blood cells panic,

and they take on a sickle shape.

Actually create a kind of a traffic jam

in the arteries.

The blood gets very thick.

Suddenly, you're not getting any oxygen.

What are you doing for him?

Well,

we're hydrating him,
giving him Demerol for the pain.

But he knew the drill.

He got in here early enough,
so I don't think

it'll go on for too long.

I'll be right out there if you need me.

Thanks, doctor.

Don't feel sorry for me.

I don't.

How long I gotta be here for, man?

Depends how well you behave.

You know, my mom told me once
that I got special blood.

That I can never catch malaria.

That's how sickle cell got started.

In Africa. As a defense against malaria.

Where is your mother, TJ?

Why aren't you a cop no more?

You first.

I had a crisis one time.
I was about 11.

My mom took me to the hospital,

but never came back to check me out.

I guess she thought that
if she left me there

they'd put me with a really nice family.

Little did she know.

I saw her in the street a few times
after that, but that was a while ago.

She had some issues then.

Your turn.

I was off duty one day.

I was in a bar in Washington Heights where

cops didn't have to pay for their drinks.

Wait a minute.

Three kids held up the place.

On their way out,
they shot the bartender in the heart.

I chased them out into the street,

and I shot two dead,
caught the other one in the thigh.

I heard this already.
No.

You didn't.

You see,

one shot...

Well, the bullet took a bad hop.

It hit a 7-year-old girl in the eye.

Killed her instantly.

An inch higher and it
would have grazed her head.

Left a nasty scar. That's all.

So wait, they quit your ass

after you took on three bangers by yourself?

They gave me a commendation.
I quit my own ass.

I never met anybody that tight before.

Tight?

Brave.

I wasn't brave.

I was just drunk.

Don't feel sorry for me.

I don't.

Now, please.

Watson?

Watson?

You don't know how lucky you are.

Scudder.

Hello?

Kenny?

Anybody home?

And where've you been?

Been trying to call you.
Where's Kenny?

Whitestone.

With a friend who says he's having

the same kind of problem as Kenny had.

The wife?

Worse.

I don't got that kind of money.

You're the detective?

Matt Scudder.

Hello. Dani, why don't you go outside
and keep an eye out.

That's a good boy.

Now I post guards.

The horse is stolen, so I lock the barn.
For what? Huh?

What can they take from me now?
She's 14 years old.

Fourteen.

This is Anna, the nurse.

They took her last night
and call us in the morning

and tell us not to call the police.

I remember Kenny calling the other day,

so I put two and two together.

Mr. Landau, listen,
you have to know that...

I'm sorry, what's your daughter's name?

Ludmilla. But she calls herself Lucia.

You have to know
that the men who took Lucia

have already killed at least two women,
including Kenny's wife.

As things stand,

they haven't got the slightest intention

of releasing your daughter alive.

In fact,

there's a strong possibility
that she's already dead.

No...
The police know about these two.

They know who they are,
they know what they're doing.

No, no, no police.

You have to help me.
Kenny said you would. I'll pay.

I'll do whatever you ask.

Please.

Hello?

Okay, you know what happens next?

Yes, I'm trying. I'm working on it.

Well, work harder, Yuri.
We want our money.

I just need some time, please.

I'll give you whatever you want,

but please, the one thing I want

is to talk to my daughter. I just...

She can't talk right now.

You gotta let me talk to her.
Just let me...

If she's dead, you get nothing.

And who the fuck are you?

I'm the best chance you've got
if you wanna get your money.

But the girl's gotta be alive
and all in one piece

for any kind of deal to happen.

Are you listening, motherfucker?

Fuck this shit.

I can't believe you
talked to him like that.

He knows what he's doing.

The important thing right now
is to keep Lucia alive.

That means these guys have to know

that they can't get a nickel out of you

until we first know that she's okay.

But if you make them mad...
They're already mad.

But you'll give them
an excuse to kill her.

They don't need an excuse.

They're gonna kill her anyway.

What they need is a reason
to keep her alive.

How much cash have you got?

I got damn little right now, but...

Do these bastards want cocaine?

Because I got 15 kilos
10 minutes from here.

I don't know.

Maybe I could get my hands
on a few hundred in counterfeit, but...

I can't guarantee the quality,

and I'd have to return it.

I got at least five hundred in cash.

Time comes, I'll go get it.

Is there another line I can use?

There's a phone in my daughter's room.

Culpepper Investigations. Daunte speaking.

Where the hell are you?

I'm in my office, man.
What's up?

Why'd you leave the hospital?

I didn't want some Social Services person

to come haul my ass away
to a foster home.

I need you to do me a favor

and get me something out of my apartment.

What's going on?

There's a box up in my closet.
I want you to get it for me.

The kid at the front desk
will let you up.

Apartment 11G. Key's above the door.

A guy named Peter will meet you out front.
Give it to him.

And then go back to
whatever it is you're doing.

Hello?

I understand we have
a new player in the game.

I don't believe we've been introduced.

I'm a friend of Mr. Landau's.
My name is not important.

I'm assuming that Mr. Landau's
not dumb enough to speak to the police.

He hasn't.

Then who are you?

One likes to know
who's on the other side.

We're on the same side.
We both want this to happen.

Good. Then all you got to do
is follow instructions.

No. It's not that simple.

Of course it is.
We tell you what to do

and you do it.

If you ever want to see the girl again.

You have to convince me
she's alive in the first place.

You have my word on that.

That's funny.

What, it's not good enough?

Let's just say you lost
a lot of credibility

when you returned Mrs. Kristo
in poor condition.

There were special circumstances
regarding Mrs. Kristo.

Her husband tried to haggle.

He sliced the price, and we in turn...

Well, you can finish that thought
for yourself, can't you?

We're not going to argue the price.

You'll pay the million?

For the girl alive and well.

I assure you she's both.

Your assurance means shit to me.

Put her on the phone,
let her father talk to her.

Uh, I'm afraid I won't be able
to put her on the phone right now.

Please deposit 25 cents...

Out of quarters?
Give me your number, I'll call you back.

Yeah?

I'm afraid the girl cannot come to the phone.
That's out of the question.

How else can we reassure you
of her wellbeing?

Wait.

Tell me something your daughter would know.

The dog's name.

They could know that.
They've been following her.

They know your schedule.
They've probably seen her walking the dog.

Heard her call him by name.
Think of something else.

Yes. We had a dog before this one.

A little black-and-white one.
He got hit by a car.

The dog's name. And the name
of the dog before this one.

Have her describe both of them.
Then call me back.

The 16 years we were married,

I don't remember her even having a cold.

Then one day she wakes up and says
she can't smell anything.

You were a policeman?

Yeah, I was.

You dealt with situations like this?

No, not like this.

Still, your gut must be telling you something?

What is it telling you now?
Is she alive?

Yeah?

I'd still like to know
how you figure in all this.

Tell me the dog's name.

Oh, well, let's see,

what are the old standbys, huh?

Fido? Towser? King?

Rover, that's always a popular choice.

Hey, I know what it is.
How about Bingo?

What about Spot, huh?

"Run, Spot, run!"
It's not a bad name for a Rottweiler.

The dog's name is Watson.

Watson.

And the other dog? The one before?

She couldn't tell me what breed
the other dog was.

She was young when it died.

They had it put to sleep, she said.

It's a silly term for it,
don't you think?

I mean, you're gonna kill something

you ought to have the courage
to say that's what you're doing.

You're not talking. You still there?

I'm here.

I gather it was a mongrel.
So many of us are.

Now the name's a bit of a problem.
I may not have it right.

It's a Russian word.
How's your Russian, my friend?

Tell me.

I may be saying this wrong. Balalaika.

Balalaika.

The name of a musical instrument,
or so she tells me.

What do you say, pal?
Does it strike a chord?

You got two hours to get
the money together.

TJ?

TJ? What are you doing here?

Handing you this.

I told you to give it to Peter.
Not to come down here.

Matthew, that dude's all spun.

There's no way I was gonna give it to him.

Later.

How much have we got?

Hang on a sec.

Keep it separate.

Holy fucking shit.

This is TJ, my associate.

Paper's good. Ink looks right.

Nice used bills.
This looks real enough.

We'll repackage them slightly.

We'll use the back wrappers,

but we'll take six bills
out of each stack

and replace them with real ones.

Three on top, three on the bottom.
What's this make the count?

I got at least 210 in fake stuff

and Kenny brought another six.

Puts us right about eight.

That's good enough.

We have to meet face-to-face.

You get an opportunity
to inspect the money,

and we get to see
that the girl is all right.

And then you people come down on us.

You'll have the girl covered.

A knife at her throat.

If you want.

The edge of the blade tucked up
under her windpipe.

Whatever.

Yeah, I don't like this face-to-face business.

We'll set up 50 yards apart.

You'll be in place first.
You'll see us arrive.

You show the girl,
then I come over with the money.

By yourself?
Yes.

Unarmed?

I'll have a suitcase full of money
in each hand,

a gun won't do me much good.

Keep talking.

You check the money.
When you're satisfied, you let the girl go.

Your man takes off with the cash.

You and l wait until you feel good.

Then we go home.

You could grab me.

You'll have that knife you keep talking about,
a gun, too, if you want one.

You'll see my face.

Wear a mask.

Cuts the visibility.

I already know what you look like, Ray.

What do you know?

I know you're a genetic fuck-up,

who, if I'd met on the street 10 years ago,

I'd have thrown you out
of a fucking window.

Careful.

It's been a busy year
for you and your boyfriend.

You know, I could cut
the little cunt's throat

and send her back to Daddy
a chunk at a time.

Then you're dead.
Oh?

Yeah, "oh."

You want your money

or you wanna be looking behind you

for the rest of your worthless fucking life?

Do this deal and I'll sit on
what I know about you.

You can take your little
Bert and Ernie act

to the other side of the country.

There's plenty of dope dealers in LA.

Where do you want to do it?

How about Green-Wood Cemetery?

Yeah, I think I know that place.

You should.
That's where you dumped Leila Andresen.

There are two entrances
on the Fifth Avenue side.

Take the 35th Street entrance

and head south about 20 yards
inside the fence.

We'll enter at 25th
and approach you from there.

Say, uh, 10:30.

That gives you over an hour
to get there and set up.

Leila. Was that her name?

I would think you'd remember.

No, once they're in the van,
they're just body parts.

10:30.

Oh, God, she was so scared...

Have you got a rifle?

Dani.

Is he a good shot?

During the day maybe.
Dani's a little nearsighted.

Peter was in the army.

Yeah, it was a while ago. Yeah.

Give him the rifle. Keep Dani
and the other one here with your wife.

I don't want to spook our friends.

Who would like to read the 12 steps?

Hi, I'm Sarah and I'm an alcoholic.

Hi, Sarah.

Step one.

We admitted we were powerless over alcohol.

That our lives had become unmanageable.

What's the drill?

Stay in the car. Lock the doors.

Call 911 if anything goes down.

This is such bull...

Step two.

Came to believe that a power greater

than ourselves could restore us to sanity.

That's far enough.

Come out where I can see you.
Show the girl.

I have a knife to her throat.

If my hand slips...

Let's hope it doesn't.

Is that our money?

Step three.

Made a decision to turn
our will and our lives

over to the care of God
as we understood him.

Now, let her go.

We ought to just shoot this cocksucker.

Don't change the rules now, Ray.

Let her go.

Sweet Lucy.

I hate to see you go.

Lucia, walk toward me.
Your father's just over here, Lucia.

Step four.

What's the matter with her hand?

Nothing. She's right as rain.

Made a searching and fearless
moral inventory of ourselves.

It was before you set the terms.

Go to your dad. Go to your dad, baby.
Atta girl.

Go on, get out of here.

I liked her. She was nice.

What the fuck is the matter with you, man?

Why aren't you afraid?

I don't know.

Maybe I don't care
if you shoot me or not.

Or maybe there's a high-powered rifle
pointed at your head.

I could still kill you.

I'm right here.

In some ways,
you'll be doing me a big favor.

No. I think I'll just fade into the shadows.

They fucked us.

Shoot him.

Step five.

Admitted to God, to ourselves,

and to another human being
the exact nature of our wrongs.

Step six.

We are entirely ready to have God

remove all these defects of character.

Peter!

Step seven.

Humbly ask Him to remove our shortcomings.

Step eight.

Made a list of all persons we had harmed

and became willing
to make amends to them all.

Don't move.

Kenny, I got to tell you...

It's okay.

You gotta know.

I loved...

Step nine.

Make direct amends to such people.

I loved...

I love you, too, man.

...except when to do so
would injure them or others.

Which way did they go?

He shot me!

TJ?

Oh, Christ.

He must have panicked
when he heard the shooting.

He can't be out in this rain.
We have to find him.

Well, he's got a phone, right?

Help!

Albert!

Shit!

Hello?

Oh, fuck.

TJ.

Scudder. I got in the van.
They don't know I'm here.

Listen to me. Get out of there. Now.

It's cool. I'm in the garage
and they in the house.

Which is where?

Sit down.

I've never been shot before.

There's a first aid kit in the bathroom.

Hey, I don't see any numbers.

Try next door.

697. Wait, no. 692.

Okay, now walk away from the house.

Go to the corner.

Is any of it real?
Some.

51st Street and Church Avenue.

Borough Park.

That's not even a mile from here.

Stay put. You hear me?

Pigs.

Hey, who's...

Shit, shit, shit.

You can have your money back.

It's downstairs.

Don't even think about it.

You're the husband.

So?

I was just wondering.

Were you just going
to leave Ray down there?

No.

I was going to get something to eat.

I was going to clean up before I left.

What were you going to do with him?

Chop him up.

Wrap him. There are plenty of bags
in the cupboard.

And then what? Deliver him to somebody
in the trunk of a car?

No.

That was just for you.

You have a choice to make, Kenny.

There's a lot of hard evidence
against this asshole.

He's got his dead buddy in the basement.

Not to mention the van in the garage.

It's gonna be full of fibers and blood traces
and God knows what else.

He ought to be looking
at three life sentences,

plus an extra 20 or 30 years
tacked on as a bonus.

What about the other choice?

You with me?

No.

I could turn him in and sleep just fine.

I don't think I could.

That's why it has to be your decision.

Well, l guess I just made it.

Take it easy, Matt.

Come on.

You know I could help you with that hand.

Could you?

Shelter's gonna be closed.
Wait for me back at my place.

Where are you going?

Just do as I say.

Step 10. Continue to take
personal inventory.

And when we were wrong,
promptly admitted it.

Step 11.

Sought through prayer and meditation

to improve our conscious contact with God
as we understand him.

Praying only for the knowledge of his will

for us and the power
to carry that out.

Step 12. Having had a spiritual awakening
as the result of these steps,

we try to carry this message to alcoholics

and to practice these principles
in all our affairs.

Kenny?

You know,

I just wanted to...