All language subtitles for Too.Old.to.Die.Young.S01E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10 3_English

(crickets chirping)

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(indistinct radio transmissions
in distance)

(radio transmissions continue)

♪♪ (continues)

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(phone chimes)

(police siren in distance)

I think I'm gonna have
to kill her, man.

She's gonna ruin my life.

She keeps calling my wife.

Hanging up.

Threatening to go see her.

I caught her in my front yard

watching my kids the other day.

She has a lack of empathy, man.

But still...

(soft sigh)

Last time I got caught
fucking around on my wife,

she took the kids
to her mom's for a month.

We're good now.

Sleeping in the same bed.

But still, I just can't stay
away from her, man-to-man.

You get it.

Her dying is the only way
this is gonna end.

Chloe knows I can't stop.

You'll see.

Believe me.

It's like we're not even
in control of our own lives.

They are.

Women.

Ultimate evil.

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(helicopter whirring overhead)

(police siren in distance)

License and registration.

(papers shuffling)

You know why I stopped you?

No.

You ran that light back there.

I did?

Yeah.

(indistinct radio transmissions
in distance)

(vehicles passing)

All right.
Step out of the car.

(door opens)

Look, I'm really sorry.

You been drinking?

No. Absolutely not.

I swear.

All right.

Relax.

(soft sigh)

Everything's gonna be okay.

Thank you.

No worries.

Just keep calm.

(vehicles passing)

You have a fun night out?

It was all right.

Yeah?

I'll bet.

I mean,
you seem real fine.

They must be falling
at your feet.

Men, women.

You date black guys?

(crickets chirping)

(indistinct radio
transmissions in distance)

This your current address?

Yeah.

This is a nice neighborhood.

You must do all right
for yourself.

That's cool.

So, can I go?

No.

Why not?

Why do you think?

Are you gonna write me
a ticket?

I don't know yet.

What do you want?

What do I want?

It's not about what I want.

It's about what you want.

I just wanna go home.

Or...

We could hook up.

I could come to your place.

I mean, since now
I know where you live.

(shudders)

Okay, here's the situation,
Donna.

You were driving recklessly.

Now, if I search your car,
I'm sure I'll find some pills.

Maybe some blow.

Then I'll have to take you in.

Open your wallet.

Do it.

(indistinct radio transmissions
in distance)

Just give it to him.

(bills shuffling)

$440.

Thank you.

I guess we'll consider this
a warning then.

Hmm?

Drive safe.

(car door opens)

(door closes)

(engine starts)

See you around, Donna.

(indistinct radio transmissions
in distance)

(phone rings)

(rings)

(rings)

What?

You like my pictures?

I wanted to show you
what you been missing.

I'm on duty.

Well, come by later.

No.

I'll make it worth
your while.

(chuckles)

What I say about calling
my house?

Well, what the fuck
am I supposed to do, baby?

I missed you.

Yeah, but you can't do that.

Don't be mad, Daddy.

Don't be mad.

Look, you gotta back
the fuck off.

All right? Now, I'm going.

Baby, I'm hungry.

I'm forgetting
what you taste like.

Yeah.

You want that?

Yeah.

-Where are you?
-Home.

You're lying.

Your voice turns me on,
you know that?

Baby, say something for me.

What you want me to say?

If I was there right now,
what would you want me to do?

Come on.

Maybe wanna put me
in handcuffs? Hmm?

Give me a little lesson?

That's what you want?

Yeah.

(sniffs)

How wet are you
right now?

Come see.

I just got some extra cash.

How 'bout me and Martin
come by a little later?

No, baby.
Don't bring Martin.

-Why not?
-Because Martin's a creep,

and I haven't seen you
in, like, a week, and...

can't it just be you tonight?

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Babe, when are we gonna go away
together, just the two of us?

Soon.

I've been saving up.

For me?

Yeah, for you.

Where?

You'll see.

(radio chatter)

AMANDA: Baby, I want you
so bad right now.

How long are you gonna be?

Mmm, a few hours.

AMANDA: Okay, well, why don't
you send something to hold me
over?

Okay? Send it to me.

How 'bout my face?
How's that?

Fine. Just make sure
I see you in uniform, okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hang on.

-(camera clicks)
-Hey, Officer.

This is for my mother.

(engine revs)

10-33.

FEMALE DISPATCHER (on radio):
Go ahead.

Officer down,
Vantage and Sylvan.

Copy that.
Sending emergency response.

Fuck.

(sirens approaching)

(sirens continue)

You're probably gonna be
on the news tomorrow.

We're gonna keep someone
around you for a couple days,

just to make sure
you're doing all right.

Okay?

Let's get you cleaned up.

Homicide will be here soon.

It's gonna be a long night.

I heard gunshots.

I saw Larry on the ground.

And a guy running to his car.

I fired at him a few times,
but he got away.

I went over to Larry,
but he was already dead.

Did you get a good look
at the shooter?

Not really.

(locker opens)

(crackling, rustling)

(snorts)

(snorts)

(in Spanish)
I saw your mother last night.

She was a cat
who climbed onto my bed...

...and sat on my chest.

When she looked
down at me...

...the cat began to cry.

Each of her tears...

...was for a dream
that she'd had for you.

A dream of the life
you will never have now.

And the man you will never be.

Once I had understood
these tears...

...the cat turned
into Magdalena.

Only now she had wings.

Like an angel.

And the angel told me...

...to treat you
not as my nephew.

But as my son.

And to take
great care of you.

And then the angel
kissed me...

...and flew away.

Do you understand
what this means?

(in Spanish)
My Spanish...

...isn't good.

I'm sorry.

From now on...

...every year on this day...

...we'll celebrate
your vengeance.

We will honor your mother.

And burn an effigy...

...of the policeman
who took Magdalena from us.

(clattering)

This is the gun I used...

...when I killed that cop.

For you.

To thank you...

...for the help
you have given me.

Thank you.

It'll have a special place...

...at my sister's shrine.

You must worry no more.

You will stay here with us...

...until things have
calmed down in America.

Thank you, Uncle.

(exhales)

It makes me happy...

...that you've returned
to me, Jesus.

Your family is going to
take care of you...

...here in Mexico.

(in English)
But first...

First you must learn
to speak Spanish.

(chuckles)

Huh?

(line ringing)

MAN: Hello.

Yeah, I need
to talk to Damien.

MAN: Who is this?

It's Martin.

Larry's friend?

MAN:
I don't know any Larry.

(dial tone)

(line rings)

-Hello?
-Hey, don't hang up.

I need to talk to Damien.

Where are you calling from?

A pay phone.

Why are you calling?

I got something
that you need to see.

What is it?

A picture.

Picture of what?

The guy who shot Larry.

Okay. Hold on.

Let me go get him.

(dialogue, indistinct)

(dialogue, indistinct)

Now smack yourself.

Smack yourself hard.

Harder.

(smack lands)

Let's go.

So what is this you have
to show me?

Have any cops seen this?

No.

Do you know who it is?

Fuck.

That's Magdalena's son.

His name is Jesus.

How does he know it was us?

That's a good question.

I'll look into it.

But maybe you shouldn't
have shot his mom.

That wasn't me.

That was Larry.

Interesting.

Larry said she came out
the back door and you shot her.

And he said he shot the driver.

I don't know what
to tell you.

Larry was lying.

Was he?

You weren't supposed
to kill Magdalena.

It was just supposed
to be a robbery.

That's Larry's fault.

Not mine.

Larry's not here.

All we have is each other.

All I know is we
got a lot of paranoid
Mexicans out there now.

These are nice.

Let me see.

Who is she?

Amanda.

It's Larry's girlfriend.

Can I have that back?

No.

I was gonna give it to you,
but you lied to me.

So now I'm keeping it.

For all the trouble
you caused.

You'll work it off.

You go in tomorrow.

And you tell them
this guy shot Larry.

I can't just walk in
two weeks later and say,

"Oh, yeah, I remember now."

Then I guess you'll have
to kill him.

I can't do that.

You caused this.

WOMAN (on TV):
...sheriffs are still
searching for the man

who shot and killed
Sergeant Lawrence Wadlow

and attempted to kill his
partner, Deputy Martin Jones.

According to sources,
sheriffs' homicide
investigators

still have no leads
on the suspect

who was seen fleeing
the scene

in either a gray
or silver sports car.

This was the first
deputy killed

in the line of duty
in two years,

and the department
is understandably--

I know what you did.

Larry told me everything.

You wanna keep your voice down?

Yeah, I can do that.
(sniffs)

What do you want?

I want Larry's money.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Larry had some cash set aside
for him and for me.

I don't know anything
about Larry's money.

(sniffs)

Fine. We can split it.

I'll split it with you.

What, are you high right now?

(sniffs)

What are you gonna do with it?

You just gonna keep it
for yourself?

-Because Larry told me--
-Fuck Larry.

Fuck!

Larry promised that he
was gonna take care of me.

Well, Larry's dead.

And you can't be coming down
here and saying shit like this.

So just go home Amanda.

Okay.

What's it worth
to leave you alone?

Because I could go to any cop
right here right now,

and I will tell them
what you fuckin' did.

Swear to God.

You trying to blackmail a cop?

Yeah.

I want $10,000.

No.

Seven.

I can give you two.

Yeah, okay, two's good.
It's good.

When do I get it?

Couple days.

I need to go to a bank.

Okay.

But I don't want to see you
after that.

Yeah.

Okay.

Just give me the money.

(whistle blows in distance)

There's no smoking allowed here.

You wanna put that out?

Yes, sir.

How long do we have?

I gotta be somewhere
in a couple hours.

Have things calmed down yet?

Yeah.

Kinda.

Are you doing okay?

I don't really feel
like talking about it.

Sure.

So how was school?

WOMAN:
Did you get the goat milk?

I wrote it down.

No, I must have forgot.

Sorry.

I have something to tell you.

Okay.

I told my dad about us.

Why?

Because I wanted to.

What did you tell him?

That we've been hanging out.

Just hanging out?

Well, you know.

Fucking.

I could go to jail.
You're 17.

He's not gonna snitch.

He wants to meet you.

Who else have you told?

No one.

Janey...

I swear.

You're gonna come over
on Friday.

-No.
-Why not?

Use your head.

I just did.

I don't need this right now.

Sorry.

Fuck.

(sighs)

All right.

But I don't want
to be interrogated.

I'll handle it.

Thanks.

I need to go to work.

Can I have my shirt back?

You want it?

Come get it.

(doorbell chimes)

(snorts)

Man.

Yeah.

This is a really
nice place.

(sniffs)

(snorts)

I lucked out.

(snorts)

How 'bout you?
You got any property?

Not really.

We got another place
over in London.

Ever been?
(snorts)

-No.
-Hmm.

Anyway,
Janey tells me you were

the responding officer
for her mom's, uh...

That right?
(snorts)

Yeah. I was.

Mm-hmm.
That how you two met?

(sniffs)
Huh?

(sniffs)

How do you feel about that?

Well, I, um--

'Cause it's not exactly
the most ideal situation for me,

I'm sure you understand,
right?

My 16-year-old's
first boyfriend

is a 30-year-old cop
who basically...

picked her up at, uh...

her mother's accident.

JANEY:
It wasn't an accident.

She ran into traffic.

It was a suicide, okay?

(sniffs)

Let's not do this,
all right, Janey?

I'm trying to get to know
my future son-in-law here.

Daddy?

You raised me
to be smart, right?

And to make
my own decisions?

And as long as
I was honest with you

and I was open
about them,

then you'd respect them.

So can we move on,
please?

You're absolutely right.
(sighs)

So what's the deal
with you, Martin? Huh?

What's your plan?

-With Janey?
-No.

Your future, kiddo.

You wanna stay a cop?
(snorts)

Huh?

Yeah.

I do.

Really?
How'd that work out
for your partner?

Daddy!

Hey. Dangerous line of work.

You wanna spend time with him?

I wanna make sure you're safe.

MARTIN: Trust me.

She's safe.

Trust, yeah.
(chuckles)

Trust.

(Man snorts)

What do you think
that's worth, huh?

No idea.

Try a lot.
(snorts)

This one over here.

Worth more than you'll make
in a lifetime.

(snorts, chuckles)

See this phone booth over here?
Solid gold.

Of course, it doesn't work.

Hey, you wanna, uh--

You wanna check out
Janey's room? Huh?

All right.

That's a real Nazi.

MAN: I love this.

My favorite.

What, about three years ago

from her graduation
from middle school?

(snorts)
That's her mother
right there on the left.

But, of course,
you know that already.

She had to give
a speech that day,

but you couldn't understand
a word she was saying
through her braces.

(snorts)

I got to get a copy
of that video to you.

Sure.

(snorts)

Hmm.

(growling)

(growling continues)

(growling continues)

(snorts)

(growling)

(snorts)

Why don't you take
a seat, tiger, huh?

Take a seat.
Let's talk.

(snorts)

That's for you.

What a view.

(growling)

(growling continues)

I'm a pretty creative guy,
Martin, right?

Got lots of ideas running
around in that head of mine.

Yeah.

Yeah.

In fact, I just had
a pretty brilliant one
about you right now.

(snorts)
Want me to tell you?

Yeah?

Janey ever tell you
what I do for a living?

Huh? She, uh--
She ever tell you?

You're in entertainment?

Is that what she told you?
(snorts)

Not exactly.

No.
(sniffs)

I run a multi-billion dollar
international hedge fund

and all we do is sit around
and buy and sell shit.

(sniffs)

And I was thinking
maybe I buy you.

What do you think?

What do you mean?

I mean,
not you as a person--

your rights, your rights,
your rights.

You know, your, uh,
your life rights as a cop.

(snorts)

Hmm.

I don't think I'm allowed
to do that.

I don't think you're allowed
to go around fucking underage
girls, either,

but that didn't seem
to stop you.

(snorts)
Right?

Now...

Martin, you're a red-blooded,
all-American boy.

(snorts)

And you're beautiful,
like Elvis.

(panting)

(panting intensifies)

(snorts)

Be the tiger, Martin.

Be the tiger.

That's my boy.

What do you think, huh?

(purring)

(snorts)

You staying over tonight?

Hmm?

No. I think we're gonna
head out after dinner.

All right, then you just
make sure you have her
home by midnight, okay?

All right.

(chuckles)

I'm fucking with you, buddy.
(snorts)

Just, uh--

You just make sure
you get her to school
in the morning.

(snorts)

-(sniffs)
-(clicks fingers)

(clicks)

(imitating Nixon)
I am not a crook.

(floor brake ratchets)

(door opens)

(door closes)

MAN:
How you doing, Martin?

What are you doing here?

Just want to talk.

Hey, beautiful.

How you doing?

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Martin's.

Get the fuck out of here.

I'm busy.

Everybody's busy.

Come on.

Just take five minutes.

Right here.

What's going on?

I gotta handle this
real quick.

-It's nothing.
-(latch clicks)

Just some cop stuff.

It's cop stuff,
sweetheart.

(chuckles)

So... when are you gonna do it?

Do what?

When are you going
to take care of our guy?

I don't know.

I got a lot of stuff going on.

(grunts)

(blows landing)

All right.

I'll frame the guy.

You said that wouldn't work.

Yeah, well...

I'll figure it out.

No, it's too late for that.

If you don't take care
of this...

it's gonna get
a lot worse for you, man.

Your girlfriend...

How old is she?

Do you have an unmarked gun?

No.

Take this one.

And I assume
you can get bullets.

(door closes,
engine starts)

Who was that?

It's just a guy I work with.

(sniffs)

Are you in trouble?

No.

Okay.

I'm gonna call my dad.
Get him to come pick me up.

You're gonna call your dad?

Yeah.

What, are you a fucking child?

I'm gonna go.

Okay.

You're an asshole.

And by the way, you've been
fucking me since I was 16.

Don't follow me.

Jesus! What happened here?

Looks like someone got
a little carsick.

Think you got some blood
on the steering wheel.

You got vomit
all over he radio.

Yep.

I know you're going
through some dark times,

but...

You are coming, right?

To what?

Larry's memorial.

Right.

I don't know.

Why not?

What's going on?

Nothing.

Look...

whatever it is,

you have to be there.

Okay.

I'll be there.

You can contribute
to the widows and
orphans fund first.

Think you're gonna have
to take that radio apart.

Thanks, Captain.

(knocking on door)

Who's that?

I don't know.

(sniffs)

Come in.

Shut the door.

(door closes)

You wanna get high?

Where's my money?

MARTIN:
What money?

It's fine. You can talk
in front of her. Relax.

Maybe I should just let you
get back to your party.

Hey, this guy owes me
some money.

Do you mind going
in the other room

while we talk
about it?

Yeah.

Better?

MARTIN:
Take it.

Don't mind me.

Don't do all of it.

What is this?

This is only 1700.

It's 1750.

Yeah, well, you said 2,000.

Well, I couldn't get that much.

You're just like Larry.

Always pretending to be broke.

You should clean
this place up a little bit.

What, are you my sponsor now?

You wanna hook up?

What?

You know, we could go out,

we could go to dinner,
get some ice cream,

have some fun.

No.

You don't wanna fuck me?

No.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(panting)

(gun cocks)

(liquid rushing)

Larry was the kind of guy

who always wanted to be a cop.

He came to me straight out
of the academy.

And I knew there was
something special about him.

But mostly he was a family man.

And he invited me
into that family,

and I became part of it.

I watched his daughters grow.

I spent time with his wife.

Larry was fiercely loyal,

and had integrity.

(door opens)

And here's Larry's
favorite partner.

Let's give him a round
of applause.

It's been a rough week...

especially for you, Martin.

So thank you for coming.

And I told everyone that
you're buying the next round.

(chuckles)

Sure.

All right, guys,
we have waffles coming.

Pancakes.
So, let's enjoy ourselves.

But most importantly,

it's time to dig deep
and donate.

We need to help
Larry's family.

We need to help our own.

I know how much you all make.
I sign your checks.

Okay?
(chuckles)

He had our backs.

Let's have his.

And let's honor him.

(sighs)

(footsteps approaching)

Ladies,
can you give us a minute?

Okay.

Got some good news
for you.

You did pretty good
on the detective exam.

And the higher-ups
like you.

So I'm putting you
on the detective squad
for a couple of months.

And then we're gonna
loan you out to homicide.

You're getting fast-tracked.

This is good news.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.
Thanks, Captain.

What's going on?

How much do our
helicopter pilots make?

Not a lot.

Why?

I don't know, just something
I was thinking about.

Just stick to the plan.

(phone buzzing)

Hey, I gotta go.

Right now?

You're gonna miss
the magic show.

Yeah.
Something just came up.

All right.

We'll continue this
later.

Okay.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

(wind whistling)

She sold you to the Mexicans.

Why?

Cocaine.

That's how Jesus
found out about you.

Him we're still looking for.

Okay.

I thought you would like
to know that.

What are you gonna do with her?

I have a lot of men
who hate women.

Well, what would you like
to do about it...

...now that you work for me?

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