All language subtitles for HUMAN TARGET - S01 E12 - Christopher Chance (720p - BluRay)

Hi. I'll just have
whatever he's having.

Irish coffee, double shot.

- Rough day at work?
- Yeah, a few of them.

You're not alone. There's
a lot of that going around.

Conrad Hall.

- Winston.
- Nice to meet you, Winston.

- It's your first name or you last name?
- Last.

What's your first name?

Detective.

- So do you have a first name?
- You writing a book or something?

I'm trying to be friendly. If
you're ashamed of your name...

You see me here drinking
at 2:30 in the afternoon...

you wanna antagonize
me about my name?

- You got a death wish or something?
- Not that I'm aware of.

You're a cop, I'm a prosecutor.

If we can't get through an
introduction, what's the world coming to?

So you're a prosecutor?

Assistant U.S. Attorney.

Well, that sounds
like a good job.

What kind of work
problems you got?

Oh, breakdown in civility.

Co-workers I don't trust,
boss who doesn't trust me.

Lately, I've been questioning
my choice of profession.

Yeah, well, that's going around.

Laverne. Laverne Winston.

Yeah, I got a name sounds like
a girl's name. I also carry a .45.

I got disciplinary problems
and this ain't my first drink.

So you got another comment?

You can call me Connie.

Oh, don't get up, I got it.

Good afternoon.

Each one of these is a lie,
and I'll know when you tell it.

But when the third lie drops,
your friends in the other room die.

Simple enough?

Perfect. Let's begin.

A number of years ago, we were close
to acquiring something of great value.

Something that once belonged
to your former employer.

What are you, one
of his errand boys?

No, not at all.

People I work with
are former clients of his.

Disgruntled former clients.

We'd like to make sure we
obtain this item before he does.

We believe you know where it is.

What makes you think that?

Because its disappearance
is directly related...

to the death of
Katherine Walters.

Never heard of her.

- So, Connie...
- Yeah?

Suppose you tell me the
real reason you're in here.

You guys got a murder down at
the port. Word is it's a professional hit.

No suspect, no motive,
and one very shaky witness.

Yeah, so?

Been working a
case the past year...

targeting underworld
activities down at the docks.

- I think there's a connection.
- You wanna talk to the witness.

And you don't wanna go 12
rounds with the DA to get permission.

Oh.

Now, how illegal do
we think that would be?

Just help me out here, five
minutes with Katherine Walters.

Wish I could help you.

Thanks for the drinks.

You think I know something
about Katherine Walters' death?

I'm quite certain of it.

How's that?

Because we're the people
who hired you to kill her.

So you hired the
hit on Katherine.

Who are you?

The item we're looking for...

The last time anyone saw it was
the day Katherine Walters died.

We know she spent the 48
hours prior to that with you.

So, what I expect is for you to
fill in the blanks of those 48 hours.

To help us acquire now
what was denied to us then.

Hmm.

Well, if that's what you went
through all this trouble for...

you're gonna have a
disappointing afternoon.

I think with your friends' welfare on the
line, you'll give me exactly what I want.

Now...

Katherine and your
failure to terminate her.

Thanks.

Conrad Hall, U.S.
Attorney's office.

Go ahead, in there.

Hello.

What can I do for you?

All right, that's just weird.

You are officially the first
lawyer not to be bitten or peed on.

Well, we sort of have it
coming to us, don't we?

Oh, come on, no one
deserves to be peed on.

I'll take that as a vote
of confidence, then.

For him? This is the
red carpet treatment.

Oh, I'm Katherine.
Katherine Walters.

Conrad. Conrad Hall.

Good boy, Carmine.

So you used to work
operations down at the port.

I'm just doing some background.

Cookie?

Uh, cooking calms me down.

I get that.

Uh, what are they?

Don't look at them like that.

These are my grandma's
Brown-Eyed Susans.

There is no problem
they can't solve.

Hey... Can I ask you a question?

I don't wanna get
anyone in trouble...

but that guy spends most
of the day playing Sudoku.

And this one over there
won't stop staring at my ass.

Well, I'm pretty sure
that's against protocol.

Yeah.

You know, I'm not really
sure why I'm here anyway.

I can't imagine why anyone
would wanna hurt me.

- You can't?
- No, I saw a guy bleeding.

I went to help him,
didn't see who shot him.

He said two words to me and he
died. It was all over in 10 seconds.

I'm pretty sure the report
said that you knew that guy.

Nope, I'd never seen him.

Most people hear a gunshot
and see a stranger bleeding...

and they run the
other direction.

Hmm.

Guess I'm not as smart as them.

- Don't.
- Aah!

Oh, I'm sorry, I, uh...

I drank out from that one. Heh.

Uh... Sorry.

Um, the last two words that guy
said before he died, what were they?

Leonore Fortier.

You told me she was connected to
Bruner. She doesn't know the guy.

I don't think she
knows anything.

Well, she knows enough to
be a problem for our client.

But you're the
solution here, right?

That book Bruner
stole from me...

until it's back in my
hands, we're all at risk.

Right now, loose ends are unacceptable,
Katherine Walters is a loose end.

Just do your job.

Who's Leonore Fortier?

- Something doesn't seem right...
- Do your job.

You do it.

What the hell are you doing?

Pack a bag. Something
small, you're not safe here.

Uh, I...

I was kidding about
those guys out there.

I'm sure it's not as bad as...

It's worse. I'm not
with the U.S. Attorney.

Got your address from a
cop who was half in the bag.

Walked in with a fake
ID and a briefcase.

In less than 48 hours, I'm
alone in a room with you.

I guess my next question is...

why do you wanna be
alone in a room with me?

To kill you.

- Why are you telling me this?
- Because I won't do it.

Now, you can scream.

You can yell at those
cops. They'll come in, I'll run.

The guy who sent me,
he'll send somebody else.

Somebody who won't
quit until the job is done.

I found you in
less than 48 hours.

How long do you think
it'll take the next guy?

Now, you don't have to
take this, I'm just saying...

Apparently, you know
what you're doing.

I'm single and I live downtown.

If you are who
you say you are...

you must be risking quite a bit.

Why would you do it?

Because I'm tired of the
part I've been told to play.

I don't wanna do it anymore.

I believe you.

What do we do about the cops?

So?

Some lawyer. The
guy knew how to fight.

- And he kidnapped a witness?
- Kidnapped?

I'm pretty sure she's the one
who hit me with the frying pan.

You never filed a report
after you lost Katherine.

Well, usually they don't make
us file a report after you quit.

You didn't quit until two
days after she went missing.

Why the delay?

I didn't wanna quit until I
found out where he took her.

- Where are we?
- Safe house.

We're off the grid, we should
be okay here for a little while.

So, uh, you were
hired to, you know...?

You must've been hired by someone.
Isn't that a good place to start?

Ordinarily, yeah.

- What makes this out of the ordinary?
- The guy I work for.

Or used to work for.

He's the guy you go to if
you want things done right...

and money's not an issue.

His clients are corporations,
intelligence agencies, billionaires.

You know who they
are, this time it's different.

So who was it?

No idea. I can't seem to get
a straight answer out of him.

They want you dead, and my boss
is intent on keeping them happy.

- But I don't know anything.
- You know something: Leonore Fortier.

Until we figure out who
that is, this doesn't end.

Bed's all yours.

I'm scared to go to sleep.

Don't really know what
to do when I wake up.

This morning, I knew
exactly who I was.

I spent 32 years
figuring it out.

It took a few hours
for it all to disappear.

I wake up tomorrow, it's
like there's nothing left.

Nothing?

- What's that?
- Shh.

Hold it.

Hey, dude.

What's going on, dude?

Phone's ringing off the
hook, everybody's freaking out.

The Old Man says
Junior's off the reservation.

How'd you find this place?

- I never told anybody about it.
- Dude, it's me.

Gonna tell me what's going on?

Turn around, walk away.
Got nothing to do with you.

The old man says, "Drop
everything, handle this."

I think it's got
something to do with me.

You've, like, really lost
your mind, haven't you?

I know you've been weird lately,
but you're fully gone round the bend.

- She hasn't done anything wrong.
- Who cares?

It's work. Sometimes
it's fun, sometimes not.

Quit acting like a baby,
get in there, finish this.

- You gotta go through me first.
- Dude...

Fine, not cool.

Dude, you're kind of putting me
in a me-or-you type situation here.

Don't make a
whole thing out of it.

Get up.

Turn around.

Now, your reputation
precedes you.

I imagine at some point
during that confrontation...

you had the
opportunity to end things.

Why didn't you?

My heart grew
three sizes that day.

What do you want me to tell you?

Awfully cavalier.

Considering you're the reason
that we're here to begin with.

We lost Chance's
trail completely.

Until you reconnected with him.

That's ironic, isn't it?

Your friends here would be safer had
you remained in the employ of their enemy.

It's funny how life works out.

- Morning, sweetheart.
- Hey, mate.

Did he say anything?

All I know is she was here, they were
together and he was protecting her.

Where are you going?

He had the shot, dude.

Didn't take it.

My book, that's game over.

This whole thing's kind of looked
like a family squabble, I'm just gonna...

Let me know how it turns out.

- Yeah.
- I found him.

But there's no sign
of Junior or the girl.

Don't worry, though.

I will find Junior,
and I'll sort this out.

And then we can all sit
down, and talk this over...

No, he's better dead.
I want him dead.

Could we please think who
we're talking about here?

There's a client in my office
about to become an enemy...

unless this situation is
brought under control.

You want me to believe you're
as good as Junior, then prove it.

This will all get resolved.

The book will be secure.

That book should
have never existed.

You fix this...

or there will be hell to pay.

Back there, he
called you Junior.

Yeah.

My boss, he took me
in when I was younger.

As a kid, I just sort of kicked around
and changed my name a few times.

Eventually, he just gave me his.

And started calling me Junior.

- So he saw you as his son.
- Yeah.

For a while, it was about the
closest thing I ever got to a family.

Like all family businesses...

eventually they hand the reins
over, and he wanted them to be mine.

What happened?

A few years ago things
started getting rocky.

The more I tried to figure it
out, the further apart we got.

If I were you, I wouldn't
know who to trust.

So, what are we gonna do?

I think there's one guy
we might be able to trust.

There's a bodyguard I went up against
a few years ago, best I ever faced.

He holes up in some
warehouse in The Tenderloin.

If he's there, he might
be able to help us.

Ma'am, do you know that
gentleman you are with is an assassin?

I know what he used to be.

But he's already saved
my life once today.

I'm Katherine Walters.

I'm in danger, and
I need your help.

Nice to meet you, Katherine.

My name is Christopher Chance.

How did you find me?

Well, you're the only guy that's
ever just flat-out beaten me.

Got me curious,
so I started digging.

There was a bodyguard named
Christopher Chance in Minneapolis.

Died in 1927.

There was another one in
Nashville, he died in 1954.

One in Brooklyn, died in 1975.

Well, it ain't really a name, at
least not one anyone was born into.

I got it from the
guy who taught me.

He got it from the
guy who taught him.

Christopher Chance is the guy
you go to when no one else can help.

Which brings me to my next
question, what the hell do you want?

- Hello?
- Hello, Ms. Walters.

Detective Winston.
Tell me where you are.

I can have a dozen guys
on-site inside of 10 minutes.

After what happened, can you
honestly say I'd be safer with you?

I didn't think so.

I've only ever played offense.

I need your help to protect
her. We can't just keep running.

You figured that out
all on your own, huh?

Rule number one: Take the
fight to them, dictate tempo.

Give them control,
and you've already lost.

What do I do with her
when I'm doing that?

Never let her out of your sight.

In fact, in my experience, you're
gonna need her help to solve the puzzle.

You want easy, play checkers.

- Does this really work?
- Worked on you.

Worked on your boss
too, once upon a time.

We're not even allowed to
say your name around him.

You really did a number on
me that last go-round, you know?

You had me dead to
rights, you let me go.

Do you remember what you said?

Nobody deserves to die.

Sounds like me.

No, before that, I just did my job,
slept at night, everything was easy.

No, it wasn't.

It was never easy.

You just didn't know it yet.

Ma'am, the man
you saw die, Bruner?

Couple of weeks ago, he
bought a ticket to Cadiz.

While he was over there,
someone used stolen ID...

to access the container floor
of a freighter called Leonore.

Leonore's a ship.

That's right. It docked
at Alameda last week.

My guess, whatever this guy Bruner
had on him that got him into this mess...

he hid on that ship, and he
was killed trying to retrieve it.

Interesting story.

Yeah, I thought so.

I got a pretty good idea why you
wanted to get in the room with Katherine.

I guess the important question
now is, why the hell didn't you do it?

Breakdown in civility,
boss doesn't trust you.

Questioning your profession.

That wasn't all for
show, now, was it?

You and me both have one
foot inside the same boat.

This girl is in trouble.
She needs help.

And both of us wanna
see that she gets it.

Listen, Laverne, you
seem like a nice guy.

But as long you're wearing
that badge, you can't help me.

Leonore's the boat.

Now, all we have to do is
figure out who or what Fortier is.

What if it's a crew member?

If you can get me into the offices at
the docks, I might be able to find out.

Get your hands on
whatever's on that ship.

It's the only way
you're gonna end this.

Could use an extra set of hands.

Ha, ha. A few years ago, maybe.

Not sure I'm worth
much to you now.

Hey.

Good luck.

You were right, coast is clear.

Yeah, I've been complaining
about waterside security for years.

Good thing they never listened.

- You're staying on the boat.
- No, I...

I know the office, the
people, the dock layout.

You can talk me through it.

- The bodyguard said...
- It doesn't matter, it's too dangerous.

There's too many angles. I won't
be able to keep my eye on you.

I don't wanna put you
in that kind of danger.

I'll get you out of this.

I promise.

Okay, I'm in.

Log in is K-Walters.

Password is Carmine.

Pull up the crew log and
manifest for the Leonore.

There's no Fortier on board.

Oh. It has to be there.

Maybe it has something to do with
the contents of the container itself?

- Or one of the customers.
- Wait a minute, 40-A.

- What?
- This isn't a passenger.

It's a container number, 40-A.

There should be an info
page for each container.

If 40-A is on the docks, that
page will show its location.

Bingo. Row 16, north stacks.

On my way to the stacks now.

Hurry.

Row 16, I think
it's just up ahead.

Should be back to
the boat in about 10.

Be careful.

I found the container.

And what was in it?

Nothing, it was empty.

Empty?

Yeah, wild-goose chase.

You've got one lie left.

Two days ago, I was
on a beach. Madagascar.

Then the telephone rings.

What's going on here, matey?

- You know what's in this?
- Don't care.

This gets into the wrong
hands, it can't be managed.

- Nations fall, cities burn.
- I don't care.

Only thing me and you need to know
about that book is that he wants it back.

I'll give it back if he leaves
Katherine Walters alone, forever.

Think about what
you're doing here, mate.

Are you willing to
betray the Old Man?

Betray me, betray yourself,
all for this...? This girl?

I've made up my mind, Baptiste.

You need to make up yours.

You've spent the best part of your
adult life trying to build something.

But if you cross this line...

you'll be all on your
own. You'll be cast out.

That's just wonderful.

Now, how the hell am
I gonna explain that?

You'll think of something.

You know, it's
unfortunate, really.

Because recovering that book was
the only reason I haven't killed her yet.

- No.
- Hey.

You left her alone, Junior.

Who'd have thought I'd be the
one teaching you something?

Kaboom.

Katherine?

What are you gonna do about it?

Who do you wanna be?

We dredged up and down that
channel, four miles in each direction.

No case, no book.

Where is the book?

Why don't you go bug Baptiste?

He's the one who blew up the boat,
killed a good man. He lost your book.

No police.

All that fighting, the
shooting, the explosion...

Where were the police?

If that book had stayed in
the water, we'd have found it.

I know Baptiste doesn't have it.

And your friend says he
doesn't have it, and I believe him.

I always assumed they
were the only ones involved.

But there was someone
else on the docks that day.

A player I hadn't accounted for.

Someone with ability
to call off the police.

You were there.

So I guess what I'm asking is...

where the hell is the book?

What's your boss
up to out there?

You don't know the guy who
owned this place before, do you?

No, of course you don't.

I barely knew him myself.

Though I didn't know him long,
he taught me important things.

Some wisdom which I feel
like I can impart to you right now.

Rule number one:
Take the fight to them.

Set the rules,
set the timetable.

You guys have pulled
this one off admirably.

But rule number two is
a little bit trickier for you.

Choose the battlefield.

You think that it's obvious that you'd
wanna fight on ground that you know.

But this is the rule that
people always ignore.

You know, aggression is good.

- Breach!
- Home field advantage...

Finish him.

Always wins.

Hello, Junior.

That's the thanks I get for
coming to save your life, huh?

I suppose I should
have expected that.

Well, this is good, you know.
We have lots of time now.

To talk.

Given what we're
about to undertake.

- What are you talking about?
- They've got your partner, don't they?

So you want Winston back?

And I want my book back.

- I guess we're working together again.
- I'm not going anywhere with you.

- I don't think you got a choice now.
- Hey, dude.

Well, whoopee-doo.

You're still keeping the
same company, huh?

Yeah.

All kinds, huh?

What's it gonna be then?

- How did you find me?
- I am a cop, you know.

Or was. Handed in
my resignation today.

- What happened wasn't your fault.
- Yeah, it was.

No, it wasn't.

It was both our faults,
we're both to blame.

I know how you're feeling
now, I know where you're at.

Nothing I say or
do will change that.

But there's something I gotta
say to you I think you need to hear.

You're not as
stuck as you think.

There's another way.

There's nothing we can do
to save Katherine right now.

Nothing.

But we can save the next one.

What, are you offering me a job?

- You looking for one?
- No.

Think about it.

Oh, you know what?
There's just one more thing.

You know my name, but I
don't know a thing about you.

I don't know who you work
for, where you came from.

Hell, I don't even know your
real name. Who are you?

My name is Christopher Chance.

- You know what to do, right?
- No problem, see you on the other side.

Chance.

We're gonna get him back.