All language subtitles for Cold Case S01E02 Gleen

This guy should not
be on the streets.

Is it such a big deal?

He's twisted.

What if he did that
to Gwen?

I just don't see why you have
to be the one to take the stand.

There's ten other women.

I want to be the one
that stops him.

How'd you get so stubborn?

Sorry.

Are you going
to the fires, Daddy?

That's right, pumpkin.

Daddy's going
to the firehouse.

Lorraine Loomis,

something
about a job in '83.

She family?

I don't
know.

I just gave her coffee and
told her I'd send you over.

Lorraine?

I'm Detective Rush.

You work the old cases?

How can I help you?

Uh, actually,

it's my fiancee's
daughter that needs help.

She's meeting me here.

Okay.

She's a really
nice girl,

she just has some... problems.

Do these problems have anything
to do with a homicide?

Her mother was murdered
20 years ago.

She and her father
are both

haunted by it.

Rob doesn't talk about it
much, but... Gwen is obsessed,

and it's making her
do crazy things.

Like?

Oh,
here she is.

Gwen. Over here.

I don't know what good
this is going to do.

This detective
is going to help us.

I'm Lilly Rush.

You want to tell me
about your mom?

Her name was Dana Deamer.

She got killed by
Albert Miller,

a deranged pervert that she was
about to testify against.

He exposed himself to Dana.

A week before
his trial,

a bomb went off in her face.

She lived for 16 minutes,

then died in our backyard.

Miller
never even

got arrested.

We don't always get them.

I know.

The first time.

LORRAINE:
He's in jail now

for another charge,
but he's about to be paroled.

In three days.

Have you been tracking him
for a while?

I just turned 25.

That's how old my mom was
when she died.

I never realized
till now

just how young that is.

So that's when
you looked him up.

And ever since then,

her behavior has been
a little reckless.

Lorraine.

We have to tell her.

She's been
calling

Albert Miller in jail,

making threats.

You don't want to do that, Gwen.

He killed
my mother.

And if nobody's going to do
anything about that,

I will.

How much do you remember
about the day it happened?

Just parts of it.

I was only five.

Everybody up?

Yes, but Missy
has the flu,

so she stays in bed.

I'll be right back
to braid your hair.

Time to braid everybody's hair,

everyone but poor Missy.

Then I went out to the back...

and saw her.

I wish

I would've never have done that.

I'll read your mom's case.

If I get new direction,

I'll talk to the parole board,

see if they'll hold Miller
to give me more time, okay?

You can do that?

I can try...

but they'll be more receptive
if you stop the threats.

Got a live one?

At Third and Indiana.

Gag gone bad.

Timmy Sanders
needs backup.

He always needs backup.

Yeah, couple of yuppies
got jacked

by some dirtballs
posing as drug dealers.

But the yuppies were packing--
semi-automatics.

And Fu Manchu-- runs
Chinese checkout

on the corner...

Pulls out
his pump-action shotgun,

makes it a three-way
shoot-out.

And Sanders got this?
Yeah,

and you know he needs help.

Guy couldn't solve
a crossword puzzle.

You going to come out
and play with the boys, or what?

Can't. Got a box job
to see about.

Another cold one?

Yeah, yeah, tell that

to this girl threatening
to castrate the doer.

When are you coming back
on the line?

Don't know if I am.

When'd this job come in?

'83.

An '83 job can wait,
Lilly,

come on.
No, it can't.

It's waited long enough.

Dana Deamer. A bomb was left
on her back porch

inside some kind of box.

She picked it up;
it went off in her face.

They had a good suspect?

Albert Miller,

high school teacher
and chronic sexual deviant.

She was scheduled to testify
against him after flashing her.

But then Dana conveniently dies.
Mm-hmm.

Her daughter's
been living with it

for the past 20 years,
and it shows.

Damaged goods?

Mm-hmm. Like it happened
yesterday.

They couldn't make a
case against Miller?

Couldn't place him at the scene

or connect him to the bomb.

Well, I hope he's not
back teaching high school.

No, he's in Graterford

doing a stretch
for indecent exposure.

Sweet little girl.

Her dad still
a fireman?

Mm-hmm. He's
our next stop.

Look, I don't want to be
any trouble.

I know you've got plenty
of new homicides to deal with.

We work old ones.

Well, Dana's case
seemed like

it should have been
open and shut,

but it just slipped
through the cracks.

Rob's as worried about Gwen
as I am.

I'm always worried about Gwen.

She's not helping herself

by threatening Albert Miller.

I know. She just...

She never got over losing Dana.

Did you?

I try to look ahead
and not back,

but Gwen-- she...

talks about closure a lot.

We're going to
see what we can do

before the parole hearing.

Anything you can do

to keep him locked up,
I'm all for.

He's a dangerous man,

and my headstrong daughter keeps
provoking him.

Did he threaten Dana
in '83?
He sure did,

and she still insisted
on testifying.

Dana was
headstrong, too.

It was your company
that was called

to the scene, right?

I've responded to
a thousand fires,

but when I heard
my own address...

Mom!

Mom!

Maria, where's Dana?

Mom's hurt.

I sat next to her body...

as long as they would let me,

and I remember when
I finally got up,

they handed me
her wedding ring.

You think you've
put something away,

and then it...

sneaks back sometimes.

Did your company have an arson
investigator on the scene?

Yeah, Frank Lawson.

He's still on the job

in Cedarbrook.

Thanks for cooperating.

Maybe you and Gwen
can finally get closure here.

Rush, he's got something.

Yeah?

Oh, yeah.

Got something good...

deep in the databases.

Your pervert Albert
Miller had a secret.

Something they didn't get
in '83?

Well, they
didn't have Nexis

or Auto-track in '83.

From '78 to '82,
Miller worked summers

in the mines
on the Iron Range in Minnesota

working with explosives.

If we can match
what he learned in those mines

with evidence from the scene...

Except the physical evidence
is nowhere to be found.

We need it before the hearing.

I'll go to
the warehouse,

myself, but the clerk
doesn't know

where anything
from the '80s went.

I think it's time
we meet Albert Miller.

This crazy tomato
keeps calling me up,

saying she's going
to shoot me down

in the street
if I get out.

Kind of make you regret
killing her mom?

I flashed her mom
in Franklin Parkway.

Flashed a hundred ladies.

I didn't kill
any of them.

You just threatened to.

I never threatened Dana Deamer.

That was a fiction.

I have CSB disorder.

I'm not a violent man.

CSB.

Compulsive Sexual Behavior.

It's a psychological
condition.

I shouldn't
even be criminalized.

You walked naked

through a girl's middle school,
Albert.

That shouldn't
be criminalized?

My life became...
unmanageable.

Look, I had wrong urges,

but I never
blew people up.

I was a high school
English teacher.

What about the explosives
you worked with in Minnesota?

Hey, I stuck fuses into dynamite

and pushed a button.

That was... that was
the extent of my job.

I don't know
how to make a bomb.

You didn't mention that part
of your work history

to the detectives in '83,
did you?

That would've been
committing suicide.

Murder is more your style.

Look...

I'm reformed.

I've made a useful contribution
in here

training guide dogs
for the blind.

I'm going to try
and get a job

in that vein
when I'm out.

I deserve parole.

We'll see about that
in two days.

Please...

don't sink me with that.

Good luck with the CSB, Albert.

That guy have
murder in him?

Maybe 20 years ago, he did.

Hmm.

I check my messages, Rush.

You don't have to leave

three voice mails
in three hours.

I really
needed you, Louie.

And here I am.

I'm working an old case
and the original evidence

doesn't seem to be
anywhere on planet Earth.

I would characterize
that as your problem,

not mine.

What's the oldest
crime scene

fresh evidence
was ever discovered at?

Lucy. 6,000 years old.

Someone smashed
her skull in.

Well, I've got
a 20-year-old crime scene

where I think
we can find evidence.

That put a bump in
your heart rate?

Slightly,

and I can do it in a month.

How about tomorrow?

I'm booked, Rush.

The victim's husband
is a fireman.

Civil servant like us.

Uh-huh.

Daughter's been
suffering over it

since she was five years old.

What makes you think

there's anything new
to be found?

See that crawl space?

When the back door
was blown out,

what if debris
went under the house?

The guys from '83 never looked
under the house?

Why would they when there was
so much debris in plain sight?

That's 20 years of weather,

wind...

But it was all
protected by a house.

It's not impossible.

The key areas where evidence
may have been missed,

and possibly preserved,

are here, here, here...

and in there.

You going in
that crawl space, Louie?

You bet I am.

Rush, Maria Sanchez
is out front.

The next-door neighbor
that was first on the scene.

We got her interview
from '83?

I asked her to walk
us through it inside.

Holy mama.

Such a shame, this place.

No one wanted to buy it
after what happened.

This is Albert Miller.

You never saw

this guy in the neighborhood,
right, Maria?

I should have said

I saw him.

Lied, you mean?

Helped justice get done.

But you didn't see him?

Technically, no.

Let's stick to the technical.

Okay.

Tell us what happened.

It was 8:00.

I was letting the dog out,

when I hear the explosion...
( explosion )

Mom?

Mom...

This way Gwen.

Mom! Mom!

Mommy!
Mommy!

Mom...

You didn't mention
the telephone in '83.

I guess they didn't ask.

You're sure about
hanging it up, though?

Mm-hmm.
'Cause I remember thinking,

"What if her husband
tries to call?"

Okay. Thanks, Maria.

Think Dana got
a prompting phone call?

It's possible.

Phone records.

20-year-old phone records.

Bell Atlantic,
Bell of Pennsylvania,

AT&T, Verizon.
Four companies ago.

Should I get
an emergency subpoena?

Naked aggression
would be faster.

I'll call Vera.

Detective?

I'm Frank Lawson.
You called me.

The fire marshal.

Right.

I think the guy under
the house wants you.

You remember what you
found on this scene

in '83?

We discovered pretty quickly
it was an explosive device.

Looked for an accelerant...

Was there one?
No.

It was just gunpowder.

So any old hobbyist
could have made that bomb.

It wasn't real sophisticated.

Rush!

I got something.

You're kidding.

I am not.

I'll just stick around
in case you need me.

Thanks.

Can you see it?

I see something.

Charred cardboard.

Remnants of the box
the bomb was in.

Will they have powder residue?
It could.

Could have fingerprints.

Nice.

It's a gold mine
under there.

I'm going to be analyzing
all night.

Rush...

Rob Deamer's here.

Wonder how he heard about this.

Firemen's grapevine.

I thought Rob
and Lawson were friends.

That's a thing
of the past.

How you doing?

I wish you would have told me
this was going on.

I didn't know if
you'd want to be here.

She was my wife.
I should be here.

Just trying to keep
Miller locked up, Rob.

Well, what...

why would you...

What are you looking for?

Remnants of the explosion.

20 years later?

I'm an optimist.

I see you contacted
Frankie Lawson.

Yeah. Is, uh,

is there some kind
of problem between you two?

It has nothing to do with this.

I just...

I think he had a thing
for my wife.

Yeah, I performed the miracle
of loaves and fishes

getting these telephone records.

How'd you do it, Vera?

I had to pistol whip a lady.

She probably
deserved it.

So?

It's all for naught.

There's no record of
any of the numbers

associated
to Albert Miller

calling the Deamer house.

Even if Albert

did call Dana that morning,

why would she go get a package
he'd left for her?

He was threatening her.

This is exciting, Rush.

Your pieces
of cardboard?

No prints,

no partials.

I'm waiting for
the exciting part.

Watch as I put
the pieces together.

They have teeny bits
of color in

the uncharred areas,

and when you fit
them together

like a jigsaw puzzle...

look, look, look, look, look.

It was laundry detergent.

Gleen.

Isn't it
kind of brilliant?

It is, actually.

'Cause look at the kitchen.

On that shelf.

Same detergent.

That was her brand.

Maybe no one
made a case

against Albert,
'cause he didn't do it.

I just cleared the pervert?

Not necessarily.

But how would some
random flasher know

what kind of detergent
she used?

It'd have to be someone
who had been in that house.

Someone closer to home.

Someone she trusted.

I'm not going to be able
to stop this, Gwen.

You said...

I'm sorry.

I thought you found
evidence at the house.

But it didn't

support Albert
as the killer.

So you got our hopes up
for nothing.

This doesn't mean.
I'm dropping your mom's case, Gwen.

I laid off this guy

because you said

you could help us.

I pray for your family.

I wish you peace,

honestly.

Pray for yourself.
Gwen.

What?! He killed my mom

and now he's walking
out the door!

Baby, listen,
there may not

be justice for Mom,
you just

have to accept that.

There must be something

you can do.
There's a lot I can do.

We've heard that before.

I can't make guarantees,

but I'm still on this job.

Well, why should I trust you?
Huh?

I don't even know you.

No, you don't.

'Cause if you did, you'd know
I was just getting started.

Rush, come here.

I've gone through
these logs three times.

There's no record

of an incoming call
that morning.

But... you see
this number?

Yeah?

Nine calls to
the Deamer house,

the month before
Dana dies.

And guess who the
number traces back to?

Frank Lawson.

The fire marshal.

And explosives expert.

He worked with Rob Deamer.

Maybe he was
calling him.

Hmm? But I went through
the duty roster.

In '83?

They got them going back to '68.

Lawson was only calling
when Rob Deamer was at work.

He knew he
wouldn't be home.

That's not so bad, Vera.

Well, I am good for something.

Yeah.

Why'd you
transfer out here?

Change of pace.

And a 40
minute commute.

I like this house.

Did you stop liking
the other one?

I ask 'cause, uh,

there seemed to
be some tension

between you and
Rob the other day.

We drifted apart, after Dana.

Were you close
with her?

We got along.

Got along like,
"Hey, how you doing?"

Or...

got along like, uh,

nine secret phone
calls in a month?

That marriage was falling apart.

You were Rob's friend.

How's his wife end up
crying on your shoulder?

Rob wasn't a great husband,

and his mom was
pretty hard on Dana.

She'd tell me things.

I was someone she could talk to.

A friend.

Were you in love
with her, Frank?

Rob's mother was here
all morning.

Sitting there with her journal.

Watching, writing.

She went to the bathroom.

I took a look.

I couldn't help it.

And?

"Expired apple juice
in refrigerator."

It was punishment
for last night.

I'm in trouble 'cause I went out
without wearing my wedding ring.

Why'd you do that?

I just take it off sometimes,

to garden or whatever,

and just forget
to put it back on.

But it sets Rob off.

Maybe there's
a surveillance camera in it.

Can you tell?

Could there be...

a tiny microphone?

I was Navy intelligence.

Let me see.

We can't.

I know.

The day she died,

all he could think about
was that ring.

Rob?

I think they were still
working on her.

You know, she wasn't quite dead?

And his daughter's terrified,

but he's running around
looking for the ring.

"Where's the ring,
where's the ring?"

Like he had to have it.

Are you pointing to him
as planting the bomb?

No. Absolutely not.

The guy she was going
to testify against did it.

That's the old story.

Rob and I were both at work.

He was upstairs,
I was downstairs.

Were there
phones upstairs?

No, only where I was.

So Rob didn't call
Dana that day?

I would remember that.

Never left
the building?

I would remember.

But you could have called Dana.

Or left the building.

I could have.

I didn't.

You were an explosives expert,

and half in love with her...

If I loved her,

why would I kill her?

It's happened before
in human history.

Lawson's interview
goes either way.

I mean, she's unhappy,
wants to leave Rob.

He knows it, blows her up.

Or Lawson was in love with her,

thinks she's going
to leave her husband,

and she laughs in his face.

And he knows about bombs.

He used to hang
out in her kitchen.

He'd know her
detergent brand.

He wanted into her pants.

He probably did her laundry.

Got to keep looking

at both of them, guys.

Lil, I got to go.

Bye.

You don't have

to solve this case
tonight, you know.

This job is languishing.

I need to pump some life
into it.

Those are bank records.

I'm going back to basics,
following the money.

Love or money

are always your best bets.

And we already
checked out love.

I can't stay, Lil.

You already said that.

Yeah, you did.

Yeah, right. Bye.

Looks like

you're in for a fun night.

Yup.

Got something.

March 10, 1979-- $200.

April 10, $200.

Automatic deduction.

Payable to the court.

"By the order
of the court...

"shall be deducted...

"remitted monthly...

"Robert Deamer to

Adrian Martin."

Mm-hmm.

Spousal support.

Did we know about Adrian Martin?

Lorraine talks

about Dana being his first wife.

She never mentioned
a second one.

It was a disaster.

Rob was so
temperamental.

When you're
young and dumb,

that's romantic.

When you're older and married?

You get tired of it.

He's watching,
judging everything.

Were you afraid of him?

Sometimes.

He was possessive.

Like how?

He'd always hold my hand
in public, but never in private.

Like the whole point
of it was to show

others I was his.

How did it finally end?

My dad talked some sense
into me.

Got me to pack up and go.

But Rob wouldn't let me leave
the premises

till I gave
him my ring.

That was big with him,
getting the ring.

I actually had high hopes
for him.

Why do women always

have hopes for guys
who want to kill them?

Las.

There's another one.

Another what?

Wife.

It was only two years.

I mean, he'd be off
my radar totally

if I wasn't so traumatized
by him.

Was he possessive, Pauline?

Possessive, controlling.

It was a fiasco.

Did he make a big deal
about your wedding ring?

How do you know that?

One night,
I had gone out to dinner

with an old boyfriend
from high school

who was visiting,
and I came home,

and he said,

"Take off your wedding ring."

I said, "Why?"

He said, "Just take it off,
and you'll find out."

So I took it off.

He went down to the basement.

He had this workshop there.

And he

crushed the
ring in a vise,

and then he put it
on my pillow.

Oh.

I figured
that was my cue to leave.

Good call.

What kind
of workshop did he have?

Uh, he made amateur rockets.

It was his hobby.

Lilly?

Your pervert pal's on the line.

Uh. Albert Miller?

Yeah.

Apparently,
Gwen tracked him down.

Excuse me.

I just paid $1,200

for this piece of crap car!
Albert, Albert.

I can't pay to have these windows fixed!
Albert.

You don't want
to send this girl to jail.

I don't?

She grew up without a mother.
She's troubled.

Look, I don't think
you did it.

I didn't.

Look, you're flawed,
but you're not heartless.

You don't want Gwen arrested,

that's why you called me
when you didn't have to.

Being in the
system ain't fun.

But that's where
she's going to end up

if she's so damn compulsive.
I... Albert...

I know, I know.

I won't press charges,

just get that loony
girl out of my life!

Okay.

This isn't a real constructive
way to handle things, Gwen.

He killed my mother.

I don't care
about constructive.

I don't think
he did kill your mother.

Of course he did.

The bomb that killed your mother
was in a box of Gleen.

So?

The person who killed her

would've known
what kind of detergent she used.

That wouldn't be Albert.

Someone placed a phone call
to your mom that morning,

did you know that?

For some reason, there's no record
of that phone call,

and I don't know
how to explain that.

I wanted your help...
getting him.

Punishing him.

Albert wasn't the guy.

There's evidence
that points another way.

What way?

Towards your father.

That's crazy.

Put it together
in your head, Gwen.

Your dad's hobby
was making rockets.

Your mom and dad fought.

He had two other wives.

One other wife.

There were two.

One before
and one after your mom.

I don't know
why that matters.

It reveals a pattern
of your dad's behavior

that wasn't evident in 1983.

Yeah, I don't understand.

He had controlling relationships
with both those women.

How do you know?
And he was fixated

on getting their wedding rings
when it was all over,

just like he was
with your mother.

My dad was devastated
about losing my mom.

He was hunting
for her wedding ring

while she lay dying.

Maria was holding your hand,
not him.

Gwen.

Come on.

You're going to go too far

one of these days.

I need to speak
to Lorraine.

No, we're leaving.

It's important.
Forget it!

Are you in charge
of who she talks to?

Lorraine, stay in the car.

Listen, I have tried
to be polite to you,

but maybe you don't get polite.

I get deception from you, Rob,
and aggression.

Well, our family doesn't
need you, do you understand?

Gwen's going to
get through this,

me and Lorraine are
going to getting married,

and we are all going to try to
get a little piece of happiness.

Is that new, Lorraine?

Just this morning.

We're leaving now,

and we don't want
to see you again.

Deamer ain't going to let us in.

Any chance of a
search warrant?

For a 22-year-old hobby?

Judge Fisk
really likes you.

Not that much.

Rush.

Hey, Gwen.

Hi.

Whatcha doing?

I was looking around
my dad's workshop.

Oh, yeah?

Thinking about my mom.

Have you ever seen
a pool of blood?

Not just blood...

but a whole pool of it?

Yeah.

Yeah, you can't forget it.

If I'm going to do this,

I'm going to have
to kill myself after.

Do what, Gwen?

Turn in my father.

Do you have evidence
against him?

I know how you make a call
without leaving a record of it.

How about England?

Do you know how they talk
in England, Gwendolyn?

No.

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Ooh, I want Paris.

I'll look up
the code.

Can you say, "Oui, madame"?

Wee, madame.

His dad...
was a telephone repairman.

How could he do that?

I've seen it
a hundred times

and I still don't know.

Do you know
where he is now?

The Poconos.

With Lorraine.

They're eloping.

You don't have enough
to arrest him.

He doesn't have
to know that.

You ready, Gwen?

I hope you haven't
taken the vows yet.

What's going on?

We haven't met.
Detective Vera.

We found Dana's killer.

And?

I'm sorry, Lorraine,
I know you thought

you'd found your
happiness with Rob,

but he's not the one.

Why not?

Rob doesn't have much luck
with marriage.

Why don't you go
sit with Gwen,

she'll tell you
the details.

Not you.

You stay.

What'd you do
to my daughter?

Found her mom's killer,

like she asked me to.

Brainwashed her is more like it.

Oh, I don't know how to
control people like that.

What're they talking about?

Hey.

If I were a betting man,
I'd say you, Rob.

You and your rocket bombs.

Gwen doesn't believe that.

Gwen told us how you made
the untraceable call.

Right.

Okay, excuse me.

I need to go
deprogram my daughter!

Hey, hey, hey.

Pisses you off,
doesn't it?

Not knowing what they're saying,
what they're doing.

Don't you pretend
that you know me.

Oh, I do know you.

I know you had two other wives
you pushed around-- Pauline,

Adrian.
What about them?

They were the lucky ones.
They got out in time.

They probably didn't talk back
like Dana did.

Probably weren't
so, uh, headstrong.

You know about that, don't you?

I do.

I got all these opinions, ideas

that might not be
the same as yours.

Now, I'm just the kind of girl
that pisses you off, Rob.

Just the kind of girl
you'd like to blow to bits.

Are you the kind of girl
that would flirt

with your husband's friends?
I might.

Mouth off to his mother,
insult her to her face?

Sounds about right.
Be so damn stubborn

that every single conversation
turns into World War III?

And on top of that, I'd be
teaching my daughter to be

just as big of a pain
in the ass as I am.

And you put up with this?

Tough lady.

Well, maybe you'd deserve
a lesson, too.

And it was so handy having a guy
like Albert Miller to set up.

Hello?

I'm sorry.

Okay.

We fight too much.

Yeah.

Listen, I got you something.

You did?

Just something
I noticed you needed.

It's out on the back porch.

That's sweet of you.

Go take a look.

I'll wait.

Right now?

Yeah.

I'll wait.

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