All language subtitles for Angie Tribeca S03E02 Murder Gras [1080p][WEB-DL][HEVC 10bit x265][AAC5.1]_track3_[und]

♪♪

[ Splashing ]

Hello, Mr. Gator.

You're gonna make
an awful nice pair of boots.

♪♪

Geils:
Good morning, Detective.

Good morning,
Detective.

Oh, my God, Geils.

Check this out!

"A rich, white man
disappeared

from a swamp
near New Orleans."

I guess New Orleans'
string of good luck

has finally come
to an end.

And he was
a trophy hunter.

This could be
our serial killer!

You mean,
yourserial killer.

You're the one
with the obsession.

I'm not obsessed.

I just think
he's amazing and brilliant,

and I think about him
all the time.

Besides, you're the one who said
we should share our interests.

I spent 11 hours
at the adult Lego convention.

The least you could do
is show a little bit of interest

in this murder.First of all, not murder --
disappearance,

and people
go missing all the time.

Usually, it's something benign,
like they have a second family

or they ran off
to join a jam band.

What about
the trophy hunting?

We're calling alligators
trophies now?

I mean, it's cool
that they breathe fire,

but otherwise, they're just
big lizards that teleport.

I'm gonna look into this whether
you're interested or not.

I'll go to the Lieutenant
if I have to.

Yeah, good luck with that.
Can you toss me my clothes?

Let's go.

♪♪

No, no, no, no, no, no!

If I knew this was
the dating pool,

I would've been
a better husband.

He struck again.

You're kidding.

Who cooked salmon in
the microwave at 10:00
in the morning?!

The hunter.

The hunter?
Who's the hunter?

Geils: That's the nickname
Tribeca's given

the serial killer who's been
murdering rich white guys

and stealing their clothes
to make outfits for animals.

The hunter?

That's pretty bad-ass.

What do we know?

Charles Ravenel disappeared
from a bayou

outside of New Orleans
three days ago.

Everything about this
fits the profile of the Hunter.

New Orleans?

We don't investigate some
murders inside our jurisdiction

'cause they're too far.

This is N.O.P.D.!

The murders started
in L.A.

Did we officially
call dibs?

No, sir.

Then I don't have
a leg to stand on!

Geils, you want to
weigh in here?

[ Ding ]

I don't know, Lieutenant.

It's a real stretch,

but I'm the one
that has to sleep next to her,

so I stand by my partner.

Bring me back
some maple syrup.

You got it.

And this is your lucky day

because the captain
of the N.O.P.D.

just happens to be
a relative of mine,

so...pack your bags.

You're headed
to the Big Easy.

♪♪

You forget
about the humidity.

No doubt.

I don't mind it.

Where's Hoffman?

He doesn't like to fly,
so he took a train.

[ Shouting, thumping ]

♪♪

[ Whining ]

Tanner, why don't you go find
somewhere to set up?

Geils and I will check in
with the captain.

Beau: Geils, Tribeca!

Get the hell in here!

♪♪

Well, don't just stand there,

gawkin' like a couple
of corn husks.

Come on in!

Captain Beau Atkins
at your service.

My cousin Pritikin was
courteous enough

to call and alert me
to your arrival.

Pleasure to meet you,
Captain.

Thank you so much
for having us at your precinct.

It's much appreciated.

♪♪

Well, they told me you was
the difficult one,

and, boy,
do you not disappoint.

Rest assured,

all our resources will
be at your disposal.

Gumbo?

Eh, if it's all the same
to you, Captain,

we would like
to stow our things

and head down to the crime scene
at sunrise.

♪♪

"Sunrise."

[ Chuckles ]

Boy, oh, boy,
it's gonna be a week.

We call that "dawn"
down here.

I think you're gonna find
a lot of things different

from what you're used to.

Copy that, Captain.
Now, if someone could just

point me in the direction
of the bathroom.

♪♪

The bathroom?

[ Chuckling ]

Hey, Kyle!

You want to show Detective Geils
where the "bathroom" is?

Sir?

I think down here,
they call it the "restroom."

Oh, sorry --
Restroom.

Oh, of course.
Right this way.

And by the way...
we pronounce it "restroom."

♪♪

Good morning!

You must be
our guests from L.A.

Detective
Zachary Fontaine.

Tribeca, Geils, Tanner.

Well,
welcome to New Orleans.

I understand you're taking
quite an interest

in the disappearance
of Mr. Ravenel.

It's just,
there are two cases in L.A.

over the past couple of months
that were very similar.

We think it might be the pattern
of a single individual.

Wouldn't an individual
always be single?

Tanner: Ow! Shit!

Oh, look there!
That's a Louisiana Biter Snake.

[ Chuckles ]

They do love to bite.

Can you tell us anything
about the victim,

like who kidnapped him
and where he is now?

Charles Ravenel --

real estate developer,
59-years-old,

never been married,

made his money
by buying affordable housing,

and then he'd raise the rents
to drive the tenants out.

Then he'd burn the buildings
to the ground

and collect
the insurance money.

He's what we call
"a genius."

So, some people
wouldn't even mind

if something bad
happened to him, huh?

Well, we have a saying
down here --

"Don't share your sayings
with outsiders."

If you wouldn't mind
me asking,

did you find anything
in his boat?

Whoa-hoa!

There's that attitude
I've been hearing so much about.

I'll try to take that
with a grain of salt.

Yes, we found a satchel.

It had his wallet,
assorted personal items in it,

a few chips
from a local riverboat casino.

And this.

Chicken bones?
Is that a voodoo necklace?

Affirmative.

They still believe
in witchcraft down here.

I'll have you know
that New Orleans is

the new epicenter
of the tech industry.

You ever heard of instacom.blam?
'Cause you will.

Yeah, you got yourself
a real silicon swamp down here.

Tribeca: All right,
guys, enough.

This isn't a competition...
although we will win.

Any occurrence of the occult
in any of your previous cases?

No. No, there weren't.

Tanner, you should
probably get that looked at.

Yeah.

Weird thing is,
it bit my other hand.

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Hey, Hoffman.
How was the train?

[ Growling ]

Could you fax this
back to Scholls

and see if she can pull
any prints or DNA?

I'm gonna go see
if I can pop this.

Should we sit here?

I don't know, Tribeca --
voodoo?

What are we
getting mixed up in here?

You don't really believe
in that stuff, Geils, right?

Of course not -- Ow!

How long have those
been in there?

I know it's the Hunter.

I don't know how I know,
but I know.

He wanted me to come here.

So now your serial killer's
a voodoo sorcerer?

The pieces aren't adding up --
Aaah!

Aaaaaah!
Foot cramp!

♪♪

Yes, I'm getting it now.

Thanks, Hoffman.

Well, I'm terribly sorry
that your case didn't get

tied up in a pretty little bow
like y'all wanted.

But at least
I saved you the trouble

of having to change
your airline tickets,

so you can get outta here
ahead of schedule.

I hope you're comfortable
with the added responsibility

of sitting
in an exit row.

We're not going anywhere,
Fontaine.

This is our guy.

We've put
all the pieces together,

and they fit perfectly.

You think I'm gonna
give this guy the satisfaction?

No way.

I'll stubbornly cling
to your idiotic theory,

thank you very much.

Now, what ridiculous hunch
of yours do we follow next?

Casino chips...

Did Ravenel have any
gambling debts?

Maybe the casino sent
some goons to collect?

I suppose it's possible.

The chips in his bag did come

from the Rusty Trombone
Riverboat Casino --

a nefarious operation
at best.

Hey, Tanner.

Can you and Hoffman go down
to the Rusty Trombone

and see if Ravenel was
a regular there?

On it.

And what about this guy that
called in the missing person?

Mr. Swampy Latrine --
has anybody talked to him?

Swampy's played sax for 50 years
down at the Blue Mongoose,

a club owned by Ravenel.

And yes,
I did talk to him.

We may talk a little funny,
Detective,

but I assure you,

we know which end
of the alligator

you want to
stick your hand in.

And which end
would that be?

Why don't you come down
to an alligator farm,

and I'll show you.You pay for the Uber,

and I'll be there.

Detectives!

We are all
on the same side...

except for you two.

Geils,
we can't leave New Orleans

without hearing some jazz,
so we might as well

go down there and hear
what Mr. Latrine has to say.

Well, I've always heard
jazz was stupid.

Maybe I'll give it a listen
and make up my own mind.

Go for it, don't let me stop you
from enjoying

the sights and sounds
of our lovely city.

[ Sing-song ]
Show me your boobs!

[ Jazz music plays ]

Tribeca: Boy,
it's dark in here.

Geils:
This music isgreat.

It's rambling and directionless,
but I'm also bored.

Hostess:
Y'all want a table?

We'll sit
at the bar.

Can you let
Swampy Latrine know

there's some detectives here
to talk to him?

Can I see your badge?

[ Rustling ]

All right, have a seat.
I'll let him know.

[ Jazz music plays ]

[ Bar stool slides ]

[ Bar stool slides ]

Bartender:
What are you having?

Gosh, it all looks so good.
I'll have a mint julep.

Whiskey.[ Cheering ]

Swampy Latrine: Thank you!
We're gonna take a little break.

[ Music stops ]

[ Bar stool slides ]Somebody looking
for Swampy?

Yes, Detective Angie Tribeca,
L.A.P.D.

This is
Detective Geils.

Tribeca: Would you mind
taking off your sunglasses, sir?

Y'all a long way from home,
detectives.

What can I do you for?

I know the local police have
already talked to you

about the disappearance
of Charles Ravenel.

No, ma'am, they ain't.

You haven't been questioned
by detectives

about Ravenel's
disappearance?

No, and I called them
a bunch of times.

You got any idea
where he is?

Not yet,
we were hoping you would

shed light
on the situation.

I'm as much in the dark as you,
but he owes me money.

Better not have
skipped town,

or we really gonna be playing
the blues around here.

One-Eyed Willie: Let's go.
Swampy, you're back up.

One-Eyed Willie say
it's time to go,

it's time to go.

Thank you, Mr. Latrine,
we'll let you know

if we track down
your employer.

[ Jazz music resumes ]

Swampy doesn't know nothing.
He just wants to get paid.

[ Cheering ]

I agree.

What about a disgruntled tenant
from one of his buildings?

Mm, doubt it.
Nobody called in a ransom.

Why kidnap someone if you're not
gonna make money for it?

I just...
keep going back to the Hunter.

I know.
I saw you doodling.

Without
leads or witnesses,

it's the only explanation
we've got.

[ Sighs ]

Unless he really was killed
in some voodoo ritual.

Voodoo isn't real,
Geils.

[ Cheering ]

[ Cheering intensifies ]

There's no such thing
as a bad lead, Tribeca.

Let's at least what the N.O.P.D.
voodoo expert has to say.

Fine.

Hey!

[ Tires screech ]

♪♪

Eric: Come in.

I'm Detective...

Both: ...Tribeca.
This is Geils.

We're investigating

the disappearance
of Charles Ravenel.

Hey, come on in, guys.

I'm Eric.
Take a seat.

This voodoo department is
way better than ours.

Actually, I'm a mentalist.

Miss Lillian, our voodoo expert,
is out sick today.

Sorry to interrupt.

Oh, not a problem.

I'm just doing
tomorrow's crossword.

Now, is there something
about a necklace?

How did he know --I can read your thoughts.

No, but that time I just saw
that she was holding a necklace.

Both: This necklace was found
in Charles Ravenel's backpack.

Hey, don't worry about it.
It's just a spill.

You know, I'm sensing
that this necklace is a fake

and can be found
in any New Orleans gift shop.

It's fake?

Why would Ravenel have
a fake voodoo necklace?

The real question is,

why would Ravenel have
a fake voodoo necklace.

You two are trying
to make your relationship work.

The sex is good.

[ Chuckling ] Wow!

Yeah, it's really good.

But Geils wants things

that Tribeca's
just not ready to give.

That's not true.That's amazing.

I hope that I was helpful.

Yes,
thank you so much.

Whoa! What the hell?!

I was just trying
to shake your hand.

Oh, okay.

Well, how about a little bit
of a head's up next time, huh?

Geils:
Thank you.

♪♪

[ Slot machines ringing ]

You look that way,
I'm gonna check this way.

Thank you.

Welcome, sir.
Where you from?

We'll get into that.

Do you know if Charles Ravenel
ever came through here?

Charles Ravenel never
set foot in this casino.

Scholls,
what are you doing here?

I found some
pretty interesting

forensic evidence
on that bag you sent me,

so I decided I should fly in
and deliver it right away.

No, I mean,
what are you doing here?

I thought you was trying
to beat

this whole
gambling thing, girl!

Get off my back!

This is my last time,
I swear.

How do you know Ravenel never
came through here?

Ravenel's prints were on his
wallet and his personal items,

but none
on the casino chips.

21.

Sorry, ma'am, too many.

So the chips were clean?

Chips weren't clean.
There were fingerprints on them.

Just not Ravenel's.

Blackjack.

Better luck next time.

Any idea who?

The prints match those
of a small-time crook

named Calvin Sniglet.

Blackjack.

Ooh, 22, so close.

So he had
run-ins with the N.O.P.D.

Actually, all of his run-ins
were with the L.A.P.D.

What?
See, now I'm confused.

Sir, you're gonna want
to split those.

Split away, bro.

Blackjack.

Blackjack.

[ Giggles ]

35.
Ugh.

Tonight's just not
your night.

Well, let me get on out of here
and go tell Tribeca everything

I found out about Sniglet,
all right?

Whoo!

Yes.

Uh, are you coming?

In a minute.

The craps table looks like
it's really heating up.

[ Barks ]

[ Cheering ]

♪♪

Calvin Sniglet --
breaking and entering,

trespassing, assault --
all in L.A.

Well, why is he here?
What connects him to Ravenel?

And why are his prints
on the chip in Ravenel's bag?

And which Wi-Fi network
are y'all using?

All I know is,
we got to crack this

'cause I can't stand
one more minute

of looking at Fontaine's
smug mug.

Have you noticed that every lead
Detective Fontaine has given us

has been
a wild-goose chase?

The chip,
the voodoo necklace.

Plus, Swampy Latrine said
he never even met Fontaine.

And that jambalaya place
he recommended

gave me the worst diarrhea
I've had in nine years.

Excuse me, Captain.
Sorry to bother you.

That's all right, Tribeca.
I'm starting to like the sass.

Do you know if
Detective Fontaine is in today?

I'm sorry,
who that now?

Detective
Zachary Fontaine.

We met him at the scene
of the crime.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's not N.O.P.D. policy to go
tothe scene of the crime.

I don't know who it is
you thought you saw there,

but if it was
one of my detectives,

I'd have his badge.

Are you saying that there's
no Detective Fontaine

that works
in this precinct?

That is
what I'm telling you.

What if Fontaine is actually
Calvin Sniglet?

What if Sniglet...
is the Hunter?

Wait, wait, wait,
I thought the Hunter's name

was Robin Dorsay.

Watch this.

Calvin Sniglet.

And look at his record --
all animal-rights stuff.

Breaking and entering into
a trophy hunting guide business,

trespassing on
a big-game reserve,

stuffing bunnies down his pants
at a pet store.

And look at their photos
side by side.

See the similarities?

Fontaine,
A.K.A. Dorsay, A.K.A. Sniglet,

has been playing us
this whole time.

He's like 20 steps
ahead of us.

God, he's so smart.

He really cares
about the world.

He's probably
a great conversationalist.

He's a serial killer
and a total douche bag,

and not that I'm
keeping score,

but I have seven,
and he has five.

Look, he just swiped
his credit card

at a motel outside of town.

That's where
he's holding Ravenel.

I'd bet my doomed relationship
on it.

What did she say?

♪♪

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Clears throat ]

Thank you.

[ Tires squeal ]

Freeze!
Hold it right there.

[ Sighs ] It's Ravenel.
We're too late.

There's a note taped
to his chest.

"Better luck next time."

And then,
there's just letters.

"C.U. next Tuesday."

He's gonna strike again.

♪♪

Good evening, Detective.

Oh, Geils.

You don't have to wait on me
hand and foot.

I like doing it.

I mean, when you meet the person
you're gonna be with

for the rest of your life
and in heaven,

you don't mind doing things
for them.

Thanks.

Oh. Aah.

Hey, I don't mean
to be a bug,

but if you want to get a cabin
for Halley's Comet,

they're going pretty fast.When is that again?

July 2061.

I'm gonna brush
my teeth.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]