All language subtitles for Brooklyn Nine-Nine - S06E08 - He Said, She Said.eng.SDH

And now, on to new business.

Peralta.
There's a case I'd like you to handle.

Methodist Hospital called this morning.

Apparently, a 38-year-old
investment banker

was admitted last night
with a broken penis.

It looks like, uh… Whoa, whoa, whoa.

There's a finance guy with a broken dong?

Uh, methinks some
Wolf of Wall Street style

shenana-googles have
taken place this day.

Anyone care to wager a
guess as to how this happened?

Yeah, I bet he dipped
it in a pile of cocaine,

got it real numb, and then
hit a croquet ball with it.

Totally possible. He probably sat on it.

So, it got under his butt.
Happens all the time.

Sure do. Ugh, you guys are horrible.

And you're wrong,

because he was clearly
driving his Bentley naked,

tried to pee out the window,

and was then struck
by a goose on the wang.

Is that what happened, sir?
Was he struck by a goose?

He was actually struck
by a female coworker,

who claims he attempted
to sexually assault her.

[SIGHS]

I really wish you had stopped
us before we started guessing.

I'm not responsible for that.

Now, due to the sensitive subject matter,

I think it makes sense
to partner Peralta with…

Me? Because I'm the best at sex?

No, Hitchcock. In fact, you know what?
This isn't your week.

Why don't you take a few days off? Sweet!

Have fun working, cucks! What?

Captain, I'd like to
work the case with Jake.

I have the time.
I'm three weeks ahead on my paperwork.

Fine. Santiago and
Peralta, talk to both parties.

Get to the bottom of this broken penis.

Wait.

I just want to say I think
it's sad that we, as a society,

can no longer laugh at
the phrase "broken penis,"

and it is my dream that
we, one day, shall again.

Team, "broken penis" on three.

One, two, three… Broken penis!

Yeah, I probably
should've seen that coming.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

SANTIAGO: Mr. Haggerty,
please have a seat.

Oh, you could stand, if
that's more comfortable.

No, it's cool.

The doctor said I need to
change positions frequently,

so I don't form a penile clot.

Oh, I'm not gonna barf. So, on that note,

please explain the events
that led to your diaper.

So, last night, I was
giving my coworker, Keri,

some pointers on her trades.

Told her, "Lever up on VTC.

"There's no fat tail and
the vol's wicked low."

I just didn't want her to chump it.

Right, and you spoke that way
because you were snowboarding?

No, we were in my office. Yeah.

Anyway, she just flipped out,

and hit me with my favorite golf club.

Ms. Brennan is claiming she
attacked you in self-defense,

after you sexually assaulted her.

[CHUCKLES] Yeah, because she's crazy.

I know we're not supposed
to say that about women.

I usually wouldn't go there,
because I'm a huge advocate.

I'm the kind of guy who thinks

Kathryn Bigelow should
direct the next Star Wars.

I've said that out loud to other men.

Thank you, Mr. Haggerty.
We'll be in touch.

Great, thanks. I'm gonna stand up now.

[SCREAMING]

Captain, sorry to interrupt.

I just got off the phone

with the Department of Corrections.

They wanted me to let you
know that Ernest Zumowski died.

My goodness.

It's been a while since
I've heard that name.

I hunted him for years,

and finally caught him

and put an end to his bloodlust.

In some sick way,

I am who I am because of Ernest Zumowski,

-aka, "The Disco Strangler."
-BOTH: The Disco Strangler.

Oh, so you knew who I was talking about?

Yeah, sir, you talk about him a lot.

-You know, the yo-yo was his calling card.
-BOTH: Calling card.

Oh, I mentioned that, too?
So how'd he die?

He was in a prison transport van,

and he got in a terrible accident.

It burst into flames, and
he was trapped inside.

[CHUCKLING]

Well, well, well, he finally did it.

Died horribly? Escaped.

Just like he said he
would all those years ago.

I'll be coming back for you.

I'm just like disco, baby.
I will never die.

True, disco will never die, but you will.

-In your cell, punk.
-BOTH: In your cell, punk.

Oh, so I've told that
part of the story as well?

Yes, at every Christmas party.

Sir, I am the first to tout the
capabilities of senior citizens.

I have made love to many.

But the Disco Strangler is over 80.

I doubt that he could
pull off an escape like this.

Well, that's what he wants you to think.

You're both underestimating him.

I know 28 other people who
did that, and they all ended up

-with yo-yos around their throats.
-BOTH: Necks.

Nope, I said "throats," not necks,

which means I haven't told
that story too many times.

All right, lace up your dancing shoes,

because it's time to
catch this disco bastard.

SANTIAGO: Thank you
for coming in, Ms. Brennan.

Can you describe your working
relationship with Mr. Haggerty?

Absolutely. Seth hired me three years ago

to help with large-scale
statistical arbitrage,

and ever since, we've
been at a steady 18% yield.

PERALTA: I didn't know
most of those words,

but I'm assuming it means
you're good at business.

I am good. I brought in $168
million to the firm last quarter.

Wow, that's a lot of money.

Where do you keep it all?
It's in a computer.

I've watched too much DuckTales.

No, you can never watch
too much DuckTales.

It's my dream to have a gold coin pool.

Like Scrooge McD. Continue.

Look, I love my job,
and I'm really good at it.

I would never do anything
to jeopardize what I have,

and I'm not a violent person,
but last night, Seth crossed a line.

Can you tell us what happened?

I was working late, and
he called me into his office.

He had clearly been drinking,

and before I knew it, he
pushed me into a desk,

and he tried to take my clothes off.

So, I grabbed his stupid golf club,

and I hit him in the Cookie Monster,

which is what he calls
his penis, by the way.

Gross. He's the worst.

My only regret is that I
didn't get in two extra whacks

for each of his testicles.

What does he call those?
Bert and Ernie? You are actually correct.

Oh, I hate that I got that right.

DR. OLIVER: So, in conclusion,
the burns on Zumowski's body

are consistent with a
massive vehicle fire.

If this even is his body. Excuse me?

We're talking about the Disco Strangler,

a serial killer, who, for six years,

stayed one step ahead of the entire NYPD.

Not sure he had many
steps left in him, sir.

Take a look.
Aw, he looks fragile and sweet.

Sweet as poison pie.

Were you able to match the dental
records to the Disco Strangler?

No, the body had no teeth.

Well, that's suspicious. Not really.

Zumowski didn't have any teeth either.

Due to him being very old? Yes.

What about the fact that
this corpse is 71 inches tall,

when the Disco Strangler was 76?

He shrank over time.
Is that another old person thing?

Yes, it is. Another old person thing.

We also have a DNA match

between hair on the head of
this body and the Disco Strangler.

Sir, this is clearly Zumowski.
And that's a good thing.

You can finally say
goodbye to your nemesis.

Thanks, Sergeant. That's a
nice thought for an idiot to have.

-Look at this.
-BOYLE: A dirty little string?

Oh, it's not just any old string.

It's a yo-yo string, the most
dangerous part of the yo-yo.

The Strangler wanted me to find this.

He's out there, and he's taunting me.

[DOOR OPENS]

Okay, Ms. Brennan, we've discussed it,

and we think you should file charges

against Mr. Haggerty for sexual assault.

Now, I'm not gonna lie to
you, it's a difficult process…

Actually, I'm gonna stop you right there.

I don't wanna press charges.

The firm just offered me $2.5 million

if I sign an NDA and let this slide.

Wait, so you're gonna
let Seth get off scot-free?

Well, that money would go a
long way towards the Scrooge pool.

Sorry, ignore me. DuckTales. Oo-oo-oh.

I mean, I think I have to take it.

This is a he-said-she-said situation.

I know how that goes down.

No one's gonna convict
him on my word alone.

The system's as broken as Seth's dong.

No, it's not. I'm the system,
and I'm nothing like Seth's dong.

It feels like we could
move off this analogy.

Just don't sign that NDA right now.

Give us a chance to
bring this guy to justice.

And how are you gonna do that?

By working our asses off to
find proof that he assaulted you,

and when we do, he will
go to jail for what he did.

I really think we can get him.

Okay. Yeah, let's do this.

PERALTA: Oh, man, I'm
reading Keri's statement.

If I was a woman, I
would not work in finance.

Oh, because it's so easy
for women everywhere else.

I can tell that I'm in trouble.
You're not in trouble.

I just don't think that men understand

how different everything is for us.

I could think of a million
examples from this week alone.

Oh, sick!

Have a great day. Mmm-hmm.
Oh, thanks. You, too.

You have a beautiful mouth.
Have a great day.

Excuse me, miss, do you know
where I can find a police officer?

Uh, sir, you're a police officer, right?

Yeah, I'm a detective. Oh, thank God.

I'm in uniform!

Oh, that's why you yelled that.

I thought you were just excited

about your general love of uniforms.

Usually when I yell that, it is
because of my love of uniforms,

but not today.

Today, it was because
of that sexist jerk.

God, how many creeps have
I not noticed before? Oh, no.

The fruit seller guy on our corner.
Is he a creep?

No, he's a real gentleman,
which is surprising,

because he's always
holding those two cantaloupes,

and the opportunity to
be gross is right there.

Is it?
How have I never noticed that before?

I never wanted to make a
comment, or anything like that,

and thought better. Anyways.

I am genuinely very sorry

that this is something you
have to go through all the time.

It's okay. I'm used to it.

That's even sadder.

I know. But you know what's not sad?

That Keri didn't take that
insane amount of hush money.

Now we get to put a bad guy in jail.
Amen.

Wait, her firm offered her a big deal,

and you told her not to take it?

Yeah, because that would mean
letting a sexual assaulter go free.

Do you have any physical
evidence to prove that he did it?

No. So it Sounds like
he might go free, anyway.

At least if she takes the deal,

she won't walk away with nothing.

I'm surprised you feel like that.
You're such a feminist.

I feel like maybe I shouldn't be here.

I am a feminist, but I'm also a realist.

I'm just looking out for the victim.

Or should I be here, because men
should be part of the conversation?

Let's say, best case
scenario, you do find evidence.

She's still gonna have to
go through a very public trial,

where they drag her name through the mud.

Even if she wins, she still loses.

It's two steps forward, one step back.

I've landed on active listening.

I will no longer be chiming in.

Yeah, but when one person comes forward,

it inspires others to speak up.

And that's a hell of a lot
better than taking a deal

that lets sexual predators walk free.

Dude, obviously, I get that.

I'm just saying, remember that
there's a very real woman here,

whose career and life are going to
be affected by you pursuing this case.

I'm just saying, consider
what's best for her.

All right, the state police
is deploying 30 men

and four helicopters to
comb the area of the accident.

I feel comfortable saying

this disco-man has
danced his last disco dance.

Sir, it's fun to see you
breaking out the old lingo,

but do you think you're jumping the gun?

All the evidence points to
the Strangler being dead.

Not all the evidence. Right.

The random piece of thread
you think is a yo-yo string.

It is a yo-yo string, the most
dangerous part of the yo-yo.

It just feels like you're trying
to relive your glory days.

Absurd.

Well, what do you have
in that box over there?

Well, memories and
keepsakes of my greatest cases.

BOTH: Mmm-hmm.
To remind me of the Strangler's MO.

He always seduced an accomplice

into doing his fiendish bidding.

I bet it was the van driver.

You mean, the woman who was
thrown violently from the vehicle

and just barely survived?

Yeah, I'm sure she
was very "badly injured."

Sorry if my voice is raspy.

They just took the breathing tube out.

But they left the BS in? Good God.

Whoa. So, Ms. Park.

It says in my file that you drove
Mr. Zumowski on multiple occasions.

Yes, because he had
to go to the hospital a lot.

He was very, very old.

She's clearly been seduced. She has?

Let's cut the crap.
You helped him escape,

you planted a cadaver in the
back, you flipped the van on purpose.

Them the Strangler set it on fire,

and sprinkled some of his hair
nearby, so there'd be a DNA match.

Then he left behind his
calling card, this yo-yo string!

That's not a yo-yo string. What?

That's part of the lanyard
we give to the older inmates

when they become fall risks.

You're lying.
You've succumbed to his groovy voodoo!

Sir, I don't think she's lying.

-Look at this photo from the file.
-HOLT: Oh, my goodness.

So this string is just a string?

The DNA was really a match?

The Disco Strangler is actually dead.

And that chapter of
my life is forever closed.

Well, that's…

Fantastic news.

WOMAN: Okay, we have you set up here.

We have a VR experience down
the hall, where you can fly like a bird.

And if you need anything else,

just buzz, and one of
our butlers will assist you.

This place is amazing.
It's like a dream factory.

We're investigating a sexual assault

that occurred in these offices.

Right, of course. I know.

This is how people
get tempted by the devil.

I see what you're up
to, platter of tiny quiches.

[SIGHS] We need to get
someone on the record

about Seth's pattern behaviors.

I think if we start with…

How many tiny quiches
do you have in your mouth?

[MUFFLED] Five. I'll swallow them.

Let's just start the interviews.

I don't think something
like that would happen here.

It's an extremely professional
workplace, and Seth's a really good guy.

I don't think he's even ever
bought a prostitute before.

Is that the minimum requirement

for being a good guy these days?

Can I go?

Beefer's birthday's starting
and a bunch of Mets are here.

Present day or '86? Both.

I'm gonna escort him back.

Yeah, I'm sorry.
Seth has never been inappropriate with me.

He's a really good guy. Honestly,

this is an extremely
professional workplace.

Dude, Beefer just puked in the koi pond.

Oh, sorry, I didn't realize
the cop thing was in here.

This is an extremely
professional workplace,

and Seth is a really good guy. [SIGHS]

[SLURRING] Hey, I'm Beefer.

It's my birthday. Yeah, we heard.

Happy Birthday, Beefer.
Beefer's not my real name.

They just call me that,
'cause I beefed on my first day.

Okay, but for the record, no one asked.

I don't have anything
bad to say about Seth.

He's a really good guy,

and this office is… What's the word?

BOTH: Extremely professional. Yes!

Hello, Sergeant Santiago
and Detective Peralta.

I'm the Deputy General
Counsel here at the firm.

I can only assume your
questioning has revealed

nothing negative about
Mr. Haggerty's character.

Only because you told
them exactly what to say.

ALBERT: We did no such thing.

These allegations of
sexual assault are ridiculous.

If they're so ridiculous, then why
offer Keri Brennan hush money?

ALBERT: That wasn't hush money.

That was a benevolent
gesture to allow Ms. Brennan

to get the professional
help she so clearly needs.

However, since she has chosen
to pursue this matter with the police,

that deal is now null and void.

-Furthermore, we're terminating her.
-BOTH: What?

We have a zero tolerance
policy for violence here.

And unlike Ms. Brennan,

Mr. Haggerty has actual
evidence of an assault.

He's talking about my broken penis.

Yeah, Seth, we know.

Hey, you never came home last night.
Are you doing okay?

-No, I'm a mess. I miss Hitchcock.
-PERALTA: What?

I was obviously talking to Amy.

Oh, and who's talking to Scully? No one.

Come on, sandwich.

Ames, you've been working
yourself to the bone on this case

for three days straight.

Now I'm starting to worry about you.

I have to solve this case, Jake.

Otherwise, Keri lost the settlement

and the job that she loves because of me,

just like Rosa said.

But I can't find anything.

I've read through three
years of Seth's emails,

and it's mostly inquiries about
where he could buy a Batmobile.

[SCOFFS] So stupid. But did he find one?

Is it at, like, a dealership or something?
Nevermind.

Look, I know this sucks, and I
hate to say it, but we both know,

sometimes, you work a case, and
you just don't have the evidence.

This isn't just a case for me.

When I was a rookie at the Six-Four,

my captain was my first mentor.

He helped me get on the detective track,

and he gave me all the best cases.

But when I finally made detective,

he took me to dinner
and tried to kiss me.

He said that he felt like
he deserved something

in return for my career.

I just ran out of the
restaurant, back to the office,

and I put in my transfer
for the Nine-Nine.

Oh, man.

I'm so sorry.

I never told anyone,
because I felt like maybe

I didn't actually deserve my promotion.
[SIGHS]

And I worried that I wouldn't
get any more promotions

if I spoke up, so…

God.

Every time I think I
understand how bad it is,

it's just way worse than I imagined.

This kind of stuff has happened

to literally every woman I know.

I just wanted to help make
it better for this one woman.

[SIGHS]

Okay. Wait, where are you going?

I'm gonna go get you a
change of clothes and a coffee.

We're not giving up.

Okay.

Hey, what if we reach out to all
the coworkers again, privately?

Maybe they didn't talk to us

because we interviewed
them in their office.

I think that's a great idea.
I'll be right back.

Oh, I'm also gonna grab a comb,

but you don't have to
use it unless you decide.

Okay, babe.

Sir, you haven't come
out of your office in a while.

How are you doing?
Terrible. You were right.

I was trying to relive my glory years,

but the fact remains, they are behind me.

My only nemesis now…

Father Time.

Come on, sir. That's ridiculous.

You're on the cutting edge.

In fact, you're so progressive,

they were scared to make
you Police Commissioner.

-You're as modern as they come.
-[MACHINE CLICKING, BEEPING]

What is that noise?

It's my fax machine. Oh, Captain.

[GASPS]

Zowie. I'm young!

What is it? It's an aerial photograph

from one of the
helicopters I had deployed.

Take a gander, boys.

It's him. The Disco Strangler.

Oh, my God. You were right.

Of course, I was.
I know him better than anyone.

-We're two sides of the same…
-BOTH: Coin!

You've told us this story many times.

And you'll hear it again!

SANTIAGO: [SIGHS] So, we're
meeting a guy named Steve.

He said he couldn't speak openly with us

when we met him in the conference room.

Steve? I don't remember a Steve.

-Who's Steve?
-MAN: I am.

BOTH: Beefer?

So your real name is Steve?
Yeah, I hate it.

Makes me sound like a douche.
Yeah, Beefer's better.

So, why'd you agree to meet with us?

I wanted to show you this text chain

between Seth and some
of the guys in the office.

Whoa. Seth describes the
night exactly like Keri did.

And then he writes, "Lolz, epic fail."

What's this GIF he sent?

Oh, that's Kelsey
Grammer falling off a stage.

[CHUCKLES, CLEARS THROAT]

I was really torn about whether or not

I should send this to you guys.

But then I thought
about it for a long time

and realized it was
the right thing to do.

Oh, who would have guessed
Beefer's a secret feminist.

No, gross. I meant, it was
the right thing to do for me.

Eh? If they fire Seth, I take his job.

Okay. Well, we got what we needed here.

So, I think we're gonna leave,
before you ruin the moment any further.

Sweet. I'll send it to ya.
Thanks for the promosh, narcs.

[SCOFFS]

You're the narc.

[SCOFFS]

Let's go. Yeah.

HOLT: All right, people, your
suspect's name is Ernest Zumowski,

better known as the Disco Strangler.

Take a close look.

This is the most
dangerous man in America.

5'8", hunched over, 93 pounds,
with gray hair and blue-gray skin.

If you encounter him, keep your distance.

OFFICER: All due respect, sir,

seems like a lot of manpower to
take down one sweet-looking old man.

Oh, he's sweet, all right.
Sweet as poison pie.

BOYLE: Yeah, don't underestimate him.

I know 28 other people who did that,

and they all have yo-yos
swinging from their throats.

So, you were listening.
Yeah, we were saying that all along.

Thank you, gentlemen.
All right, troops. Travel in twos.

Keep your eyes open.

And for God's sake, protect the neck.

[SIGHS] Hey, Keri. Great news.

The DA's going to press
charges against Haggerty.

I heard. That's awesome. Thank you, guys.

Hey, what's with the boxes?
Moving to a better desk?

With a better butler and
more of those mini quiches?

No, I'm taking my stuff home.
I had to quit.

BOTH [SOFTLY]: What?

What do you mean, you quit?
Are they forcing you out?

Because that's illegal. No, they're not.

But the whole atmosphere
here has changed.

Everybody looks at me like
I'm either a victim or a traitor.

I mean, I'm not even on any
of the non-work group texts.

Last night, Beefer invited
everybody over for whiskey and cigars,

and I wasn't included.

Well, I mean, is not
hanging out with Beefer

really a punishment, per se?

Yeah, but if I'm not at
Beefer's for whiskey and cigars,

then I don't get invited to
Vegas with Slurpie and Trundle,

and I'm definitely not
at Skidmark's pig roast.

Man, these nicknames are just bad.

I actually came up with Skidmark.

It's very funny if you
know the back story.

-He pooped his pants?
-[CHUCKLES] Yeah.

But the point is, if I'm
not at those events,

then suddenly, I'm not
looked at for new accounts,

or promotions or anything.
My career here is over.

I'm really sorry.
I feel like I messed up.

I shouldn't have talked you
into turning down that settlement.

Hey, Seth attacked me.

And I'm really proud of myself that
I didn't let him get away with that.

So, even though it sucks,

if I had to do it all again, I would.

Especially the broken penis.

Why did she say that to me? I don't know.

-[SIRENS WAILING]
-[TIRES SCREECHING]

Freeze! NYPD!

ERNEST: Is that Raymond Holt I see?

You haven't changed a bit.
Neither have you, Ernest.

-What?
-[ENUNCIATING] Neither have you, Ernest.

-What?
-[LOUDLY] Neither have you, Ernest!

Ooh, this is hard to watch.

HOLT: You're just as devious as ever.

You seduced the van driver, didn't you?

No, I seduced the van driver.

She couldn't resist my groovy voodoo.

And the yo-yo string was a message.

The what was a what?
The yo-yo string was…

Captain, this is embarrassing.
Can we just take him in?

[SIGHS] Yeah, you're right.
This isn't what I hoped for.

Go ahead and cuff him, gently.

This isn't the last you'll
hear from me, Raymond.

-I'm never gonna die.
-HOLT: Sure, you won't.

Whatever makes you feel better.
No, you're the punk.

Just put him in the car.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

Hey, heard you guys got that
finance creep. Congratulations.

Thanks. But there's nothing
to congratulate me about.

Amy's just upset,

because the historically
entrenched patriarchy

has created a culture of victim-shaming

that suppresses any power shift
in our masculo-phallic system.

Huh? I couldn't sleep last night,

so I watched a documentary
on Netflix about feminism.

I love you.

Just sucks that she came
forward to report an assault,

and the only one who truly
benefited is a guy named Beefer.

You don't know Beefer, but…

Oh, I've met plenty of Beefers.

Yeah. Look, this is a hard fight.

But it's an important one.

It's good that you convinced
her to press charges.

But she lost the money, and
she had to quit the job she loves.

That's exactly what
you said would happen.

But you got the guy who assaulted her.

And look over there.

SANTIAGO: Keri's coworker?

DIAZ: She came forward
to report an assault,

because she was inspired by Keri,

which is exactly what
you said would happen.

Two steps forward, one step
back is still one step forward.

You wanna take her statement together?

You know it, sister. Yeah, don't do that.

We can be different and
still have the same cause.