All language subtitles for She Spies - S02E20 - Remember When

The orchestra was awful, the steak was
tough, and the speeches were mind-numbing.

If it wasn't for the company, the
evening would have been a total disaster.

It's true, the chairman's
always fun to hang out with.

Even though he was a little
uncomfortable with the whole honoring him thing.

Okay, it wasn't so bad
being with you either.

High praise indeed.

What are you doing?

Noting the moment Cassidy McBain
said something nice about her boss.

Well, considering neither
one of us could find a date

to take to the shindig and
had to rely on a co-worker,

it could have been worse.

Well, aren't you just full of
left-handed compliments tonight?

Come on, admit it.

Scintillating as my company is,

wouldn't you rather have taken
someone who meant something to you?

I gotta get back to ComSan.

Change with Victor Tucker.

She's gonna be calling in at midnight.

How's that assignment going?

Excuse me, ma'am.
Sorry to trouble you, but

does a Shane Phillips live here? Yes. Why?

Well, she was found wandering
the streets of Beverly Hills.

She claims she doesn't
know how she got there.

Shane?

What's going on?

Who are you people?

They're three career
criminals with one shot at freedom.

Now they're working for
the feds who put them away.

These are the women of She
Spies. Bad girls gone good.

You think Shane's memory loss has
something to do with Victor Tucker?

Well, he was the top
chemist of the government.

And I suspect Tucker's been
developing drugs thinking

it would be used in chemical warfare.

That's why Shane was
undercover at his facility.

I just got the lab results
back from Shane's blood work.

They found some unusual
chemical compounds in her

system that they haven't
been able to identify.

It was possible Tucker injected her
with something that wiped out her memory.

Check the report, see if there's
any evidence of needle puncture.

Maybe he found out she
was a government agent.

Well, that would be a clever
way to get rid of his problem

and demonstrate his
product at the same time.

Excuse me.

This is it. Does any of this ring a bell?

Who is she?

Who are you?

She doesn't know who we are.

She doesn't recognize anything.

I don't know what's going on.

She's telling me all this stuff about me
being in prison and being a secret agent.

You are a secret agent, and you
were in prison. If it's true,

then how come I don't remember any of it?

Look, maybe if we come up with
some really wild past experience,

it might loosen things up. Like
delivering brownies naked on a forklift?

She did that?

Oh, I thought you meant
from my past. My bad.

Shane, do you remember when you stole
that priceless chalice from the art museum?

Beautiful.

That's a pretty wild story.

I don't remember doing anything like that.

Don't you remember your
boyfriend, Evan Harris?

He set the whole thing up and
helped us escape at the end?

The money has been wired to
your offshore account, Mr. Harris.

But if you expect us to
continue working together,

might I suggest that you screen
your partners more carefully?

Evan.

He sounds like a hell of a guy. I
wish, I wish I could remember him.

How's it going?

Um, Shane, we want you
to meet some doctors who

think they can help
you regain your memory.

They're waiting downstairs.

This really is a drug-induced memory loss.

She may never be the same.

Ladies, I want you to meet Gina Dominick.

She'll be working with you
on the Victor Tucker case.

I didn't know we were
working on the Victor Tucker case.

As of now, you are.

Gina's been brought in because of
her unique background with Tucker.

And that is? I was
sleeping with a little puke.

Gina was a former FBI agent.

She was working undercover as an
exotic dancer while investigating Tucker.

Oh, that must have been annoying. You
had to nail the guy to nail the guy,

and you still didn't nail him.

Wait a second.

Okay, got it.

I'll tell you what was annoying.

Working for a department
that dropped the ball when

I handed them the case
on a silver platter.

So what do you do now? I
operate a metal stamping

machine that produces
automobile identification.

I make license plates.

Gina's serving a three-year
sentence at Terminal Island.

She had some internal
problems with the FBI.

Spineless jerks didn't
like that I wanted to

take Tucker down for killing my partner.

They didn't have the proof.

Oh, they had the proof. What
they didn't have was a guts.

Enough.

Gina's serving time because
she assaulted her superiors

and she threatened the
judge at her hearing.

He said I had an anger
management problem. So what? Who doesn't?

Too bad Shane's not here.

He'll get along really well.

If Gina does well at this assignment,
they'll take six months off her sentence.

And what exactly is the assignment?

Victor Tucker likes to frequent a
gentleman's bar known as the Frisky Rhino.

How many good men have to die
to get us that information?

Your assignment is to bring in Tucker,
but not without the drug he used on Shane.

Wait a minute, I'm not
going the exotic dancer route.

Not this time.

You and Dee Dee will pose
as bartender and waitress.

Gina will go undercover as the dancer.

He means stripper, sweetheart.

You don't have a problem with that?

The more you take off, the
easier men are to control.

You're to make sure Gina
doesn't lose her focus.

It's got 48 hours written all over
it. Don't worry, I can't ditch you.

They microchipped me
like a dog at the pound.

Just make sure you bring
in Tucker and the drug.

It's our only hope to
create an antidote that's

going to reverse the damage done to Shane.

So, which one of you is
doing the warden? Oh, you know,

it depends on the day of the week.

None of us are doing it.

Good.

Wouldn't want to intrude on
anyone's game while I'm here.

Cross isn't really that kind of guy.

Trust me.

Every guy is that type of guy.

He just hasn't seen
anything around here he wants.

Yet.

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live longer, happier, healthier lives.

I think I know why they
call this the VIP room.

It stands for Very
Insistent Perverts. No kidding.

Calling this place a
gentleman's club is like

calling a cockfight a heated discussion.

Gina, are you sure this
is where Tucker hangs out?

Turn around. Lover boy just came in.

Honey, all men have a thing for me.

I guess that explains the
$1.25 you've made in tips so far.

Just saving the best for last.

That's the girl from last year.

Wow, she's good.

You're better. You think so? No. Really?

Remember the time you had
to dance with that rock

star so you could plant a tracker on him?

I love this song.

Come on, let's dance.

I don't think so.

You're lost.

I'll hold this. You know, whoever
wants to kidnap him better bring backup.

It's gonna take three
people just to carry his ego.

Looks like Dee Dee needs help getting
that tracker on Rain. I know her well.

The ladies love the bling bling.

Yeah, they do.

That was pretty good,
wasn't it? Even I thought

you were hot. You're not even my type.

Aw, thanks.

For both thoughts.

Hot or what?

That's Gina.

Now returning to the
stage, Candy and Taffy.

Now, where have you
been for the last year?

You just disappeared on me.

Sick mother, no insurance, total headache.

I'd keep talking, but as I recall,
talking's not what we're best at.

You're right.

Maybe we should pick up where
we left off. Back at my place?

Let me just go tell the manager
I'm coming down with something.

You do that.

Excuse me.

I'm told you do private dances.

Maybe later on, okay? Oh, my God.

That's Daniel Golden.
Congressman Daniel Golden.

There was a time I would
have been shocked by that.

Listen, sweetheart,
I've already paid the DJ.

He said I get two dances
with you and the private girl.

Okay, try and follow
along. Go back to the DJ,

get your money, and hit
the bricks. You got it?

You're pretty molly for a stripper.

Get your hands off me!
Excuse me, Mr. Congressman.

You've mistaken me for somebody else.

Okay, somebody else. I thought
you should know that there's

a crew from 60 Minutes
outside the front door.

Without admitting anything,
I'll... Is there a back way out?

Follow me.

Gina, you're gonna have to keep your
cool and get low this mission. Listen,

Mary Sunshine, your job is to watch my
back, not be my therapist. So back off.

New artwork?

Thousand dollar bottle of wine?

Wow.

Looks like someone's
been scoring big time.

Business has been good.

Okay, Gina, I'm
activating the belly camera.

Gina, the video feed
from the belly cam's fuzzy.

Make yourself a little more
comfortable. Maybe it's just some lint. What?

Some people don't check it.

Gina, jiggle it. See if that helps.

I don't know how many
times she's heard that.

Oh, okay, we got a feed.

Get up and move around
so we can see the room.

I heard a rumor that you were having
some problems with the feds after I left.

Something about an
agent who turned up dead?

There are always rumors.

I have found it best to ignore them.

Really? I've always found
them to be great pillow talk.

And in that case, why don't you make
yourself a little more comfortable,

and I'll be back in a minute.

Gina, what are you doing?

Victor's the kind of
man who likes to brag.

If he gets relaxed, maybe
I can get the truth out of

him about killing my
partner. That's not the mission.

It is for me.

And since I'm not into foursomes... Gina?

Gina!

Good night.

I can't believe it.

We've just been kicked out of bed.

Look, I shot the video you needed. So
what if it took longer than you wanted?

So what if you made us wait up all night
while you were jiggling things with Victor?

And FYI, that van needs a commode.

What's the word on Shane?

Bad.

The lab says the drug she was given
has a narcotic-like effect on the brain.

If you don't get an antidote soon,
neural pathways will start to deteriorate,

and the damage will be irreversible.

Soon wouldn't come
quite so soon if you hadn't

spent ten hours playing
footsies with Tucker.

Look, I'll do whatever it takes to
find out who murdered my partner.

So what do you got?

Nothing.

Let me get this straight. Once again, you
spent the night with him? And once again,

you didn't get the information?

I guess you're not the man-eating,
she-wolf seductress you thought you were.

Hey, who would have thought a
chemist would have run out of Viagra?

Are you all through?

There's some good news. Intel
looked at the video you shot and spotted

what they think is a secret
wall panel in Tucker's bedroom.

So how do we get inside the house? Tucker
told me he had a morning meeting downtown.

Then why are you still here?

The doctors thought it would be helpful
for her to be in familiar surroundings,

but it doesn't seem to
be helping very much.

How are you feeling, Shane?

So weird.

I know that's me in these pictures,

but it just feels like I'm
looking at someone else.

I wouldn't worry about it.

It'll all come back to you.

I wish I could remember you.

You seem like a really nice guy.

Well, you've caught me a
lot of things in the past.

Nice has never been one of them.

Really? Why?

Well, there were times in the past
we haven't quite seen eye to eye.

I remember one time you were
dating this reporter. Apparently, Mr.

Matthews is a freelance writer
who makes a living off garbage.

He sold the national title of
four stories in the last two years.

His most recent title,
Jacko's Alien Love Child.

So you ran a check on a guy I'm dating?

Question is, why didn't you?

Because it's creepy to run a check
on someone you're dating. That's why.

You're a spy.

Comes with the territory.

A.J. Matthews is now amateur.
That makes him a security risk.

So what do you want me to do?

I want you to end the relationship.

What if I really like him?

Shane, Matthews isn't going to stop. If
you don't do it now, sooner or later,

he's going to get himself into a
situation that you're both going to regret.

That just sounds like you
were looking out for me.

It's not how you felt at the time.

And then there was the
incident in the minefield.

Minefield?

You followed a suspect into a minefield.

You had to wait for Duncan and
I to guide you out of there.

Tell us something good.

I've been given access to the
Pentagon's military satellite system.

So what's the plan?

There, got him.

Wow, it's in widescreen, too.

We've got a visual on you now, Cassie.

The satellite can only hold this image
for a few minutes, so we've got to work fast.

Fast works for us. Can you
see where the mines are buried?

There are dozens of them. I'm going
to walk you out of this minefield.

You're about 50 yards from the perimeter.

Cassie, just beyond the
minefield, about 200 yards,

there's some kind of a structure...

Could be where Casar is.

Cassie, I want you to walk 20
yards straight ahead. Single file.

You got mines either side of you. Then
go right 15 yards until you see a stump.

Got it.

Just like Simon says, inhale.
Okay, Simon says, lose a leg.

We'll be lucky if we have a leg left.

Maybe we should stop
talking and just concentrate.

Anybody see a good movie lately?

I said concentrate.

I concentrate better when I'm talking.

Try Inside Voices, Deeds.

There's the stone.

Great.

Can we take a rest on it?

Don't get too close. There's a
mine right next to the stump.

Then you'll have another
20 feet of serpentine.

Okay.

Hold on. Just tell me
the rest when I get there.

Cassie?

Cassie, can you hear me?

Hello?

Cassie?

Hello?

No service.

Me either. Mine's dead.

And so are we.

So what happened? How did we get out?

With a little female ingenuity,
girl scout knots, and tank tops.

Guys, we need weight. Give me your phones.

Any volunteers to go first? I will.

You're so brave. Just figure,
the sooner I'm safe over there,

the sooner I can make fun
of you two losers over here.

Bonus points if you do the Tarzan
yell. What are the points if you don't?

If I don't make it, they'll
give new meaning to death

by chocolate. Oh, God,
stop making me hungry.

Why do I feel like I'm
auditioning for an episode of Fear Factor?

She's not gonna make it!

Thanks.

Couldn't let you fall
backwards. You got the keys to the car.

Boyfriends, missions, minefields.

Sounds like I had one hell of a life.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm just a little
dizzy. I need to lie down.

Mr. Cross?

Yes.

What kind of person was I?

I'm only friends with good people.

Why won't this thing open?
Look, I don't know what else to do.

We've tried lifting it,
jimmying it, prying it.

I wish Shane was here. I should
get this thing open in a heartbeat.

I've got one last idea.

Open, says me.

Okay, now I really wish Shane was here.

Someone's home.

Ooh, the ops bag. Go, I'll get it.

Gina, what the hell's going on?

That's Dee Dee.

She's a friend of mine. And she
wants to be a friend of yours, too.

Please, join us.

She Spies will be right back.

Relax and enjoy a corona.

I always said I like
the way you think, Gina.

What now? I got us this far.

How about you come up with something?

Charlie. Hold all my calls.

I'm gonna be busy for a while.

Damn it! That's the security
alarm. This should just take a minute.

Don't go anywhere.

I guess that's what they
mean by divine intervention.

More like Cassie intervention. She
probably tripped the alarm to give us an out.

Come on. No, you go.
I'm not done with him.

I'm not just going to leave you
here. Relax. I can't ditch you.

I've got that tracker
implanted under my skin, remember?

I just want to work on him a little more.

Maybe I can get the
information we need to save your friend.

He's going to be back any minute.

Go. I'll cover for you. We'll be
waiting outside. If that's what turns you on.

What was I supposed to do, drag her out of

the bedroom window?
Preferably by the hair.

Don't sugarcoat it,
Cassie. I think we both know

there's no love lost
between us. I don't care.

Your job was to make sure she
followed orders and stayed on task.

She doesn't make it easy. Hey, Quentin
came knocking on my cell door, remember?

If you don't like it, take it up with him.

Let's get a few things
very clear, Miss Dominic.

You will address me as Mr. Cross.

You will cooperate with these women.

And if you don't learn to follow orders,

I'll have you back in Terminal
Island so fast your head will spin.

Got it? Yeah.

Look, I know we didn't get the wall safe
open, but the day wasn't a total bust.

Tucker wants to invite Gina to
the club tonight to be his escort.

Apparently there's some
big meeting they're having.

He didn't say it flat out, but I got the
impression he's cutting a deal tonight.

Don't let her out of your sight.

I can't afford to lose any more time.

I get it, okay?

I live at the beach. I'm a spy. I
get to travel. It all sounds great,

but because I cannot remember
anything, it doesn't mean anything.

Okay, well, um, let's try
something else. Um, okay.

What is the last thing you
remember before you forgot everything?

If I don't remember anything,

how am I supposed to remember
something right before I forgot everything?

Fair enough.

That was probably the
wrong question to ask.

Um, there's got to be something, you
know, there's got to be some way to... Okay,

um, does this ring a bell?

Uh, uh, I am Alexi Rusak.

Your friend is going to lose her head.

Huh?

Remember?

The whole Rusak takedown? When
Cassie had the bomb around her neck,

and I was going to pose as Rusak,

and we were going to exchange me
for the code to deactivate it?

Headlights.

Duncan, it's going to be okay.

Okay, just keep your head
angled so they can't see your face.

Yeah, just point me in
the right direction.

Alexei!

How are you, brother? Life
is wonderful and amazing.

He wants you to walk towards them.

Just Alexei.

You two stay back.

What are we going to do?
I don't speak Russian.

You get him when we get the code.

Now you're dictating to me.

He wants to know if
we're armed. Just say da.

Da!

We'll protect you.

What did he say? He wants
Rusek to walk towards him alone.

I said you get him when we get the code.

You are in opposition to making rules.

In just a few minutes, your
agent will seize her head.

All right, what now?

I'll just take small steps
forward. Try to stall them long enough.

Where is she? There's
less than two minutes left.

I think you're going to blow my head off.

I go, you're going with me.

Get clear!

It's gonna blow!

Give me the cone!

You are crazy.

Let me go.

Give it to me!

Give me the cone!

Give me the cone!

You okay?

I am now.

You guys saved my life.

It's no big deal.

Yes, it is a big deal.

Not everybody has friends who are willing
to put their lives on the line for them.

Not everybody has a friend worth
putting their lives on the line for. Yeah.

Guess we're pretty lucky, too.

Happy birthday, Cassie.

Okay, look, you guys got some pretty
wild stories, but don't get me wrong,

they're very entertaining,
but I... Whoa, whoa, hey.

What's the matter?

Nothing. I'm fine. I
just need to sit down.

Shane?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

I'm fine. Shane? Shane? Shane?

Shane?

Yeah, I need an ambulance.

Thanks, Stevie.

I was just telling Victor
how disappointed you were

that you couldn't stick
around this afternoon.

Really?

You didn't have to do that.

Why bring up unpleasant memories?

Maybe we could try again
later, when you get off.

Um, actually, I have a
chiropodist's appointment after work.

I had to have the corns removed off my
feet. You wouldn't want a woman with corns.

Trust me.

Okay, girls, see that guy who just
joined Tucker? His name's Dennis Wiggins,

one of Tucker's
buyers. Now, he's only ever

in here when a deal's
going down. Get ready.

It was a lot easier this time.

As soon as I found out she was a Fed, I
just injected her with the serum. No mess,

no fuss, no potential life
sentence hanging over your head.

Too bad you didn't
have it the last time the

Feds were all over
you. Well, don't I wish.

Killing FBI agents is not
really a risk I like taking.

Take it easy, Gina. If he kills
your partner, he's going down.

Just don't do anything stupid.

You need that antidote for shame.

It's all yours.

Steal at five million.

Better steal for free. What the hell
are you doing? Ending our relationship.

You got a bad habit of attracting feds.

Great.

We've got a loose cannon on the loose.

I'll call Duncan. He can pinpoint her
location from the tracker she's wearing.

You killed my partner, Victor.

What are you talking about now?

Bobby Chacon was my partner.

You're a fed?

Wiggins was right. I'm a fed magnet.

Okay, okay, look. Look, I
got a million bucks here.

It's yours. It's a lot
better than the pat on

the back you're gonna
get for bringing me in.

Who said anything about bringing you in?

You can't kill me. You're a fed.

Not anymore.

They sent me to prison because I
wanted you dead, and I still do. Gina, no!

No.

You two have really bad timing. Hard
timing's better than your judgment.

Is killing him really worth
spending the rest of your life in prison?

Prison, Gina.

Lifetime full of bad food, cold cells,
and hard beds. And really bad clothes.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

Those jumpsuits do suck.

That was for Bobby.

Yes, thank you.

Oh, I will.

The doctors have been able to
generate an antidote from the serum.

Shane's expected to make a full recovery.

And as promised, you will have six
months shaved off your sentence.

I was also told that you did
some exemplary work on this case.

Thanks.

I guess I don't hate you guys either.

Looks like my ride's here.

I guess I'll see you when I see you.

Nice to know she doesn't hate us.

Hey, what's not to love?

She Spies will be right back.

I can't imagine what it
would be like to have

your memory completely
wiped out like that.

Yeah, but wouldn't it be great
if someone invented a drug that

would wipe out just the
things you don't want to remember?

For me, it'd be prison,
that perm in junior high,

and suffering through that
mind-numbing dinner for the chairman last week.

Well, that should help me make my
decision about who to ask to this dinner.

What's it for?

It's just one of those fundraisers
where all the celebrities attend.

Really? I'll go.

Wait, were you going to ask me?

I was, but I wouldn't want to put you
through another mind-numbing experience.

I'll go.

When is it?

When is it?

Tuesday night.

Oh, Dee, it's too bad. It conflicts
with your wild plants you can eat class.

You don't want to miss that.

Oh, yeah, you're right. And
this week is focused on ferns.

I guess that leaves me.

Or Shane.

Well, we could pretend that, you know,

she turned you down
before she lost her memory.

Shane!

Okay, who am I? I have no idea.

You're a knucklehead.

She's back!

Oh, and just as grumpy as ever.

Hey, would you expect me to
be all smiley like Dee Dee?

Girl can dream, can't she?

No, seriously, Shane. We
were really worried about you.

Even Cassie.

Well, it wasn't as scary as
riding in the car with him.

I'm a good driver.

I just thought you guys would want
to see Shane as soon as possible.

It's good to have you back, Shane.

It's good to be back.

So did I miss anything?

An FBI agent with an arrest record?

And an attitude. Exotic
dancing at the Frisky Rhino?

And a belly cam.

So just business as usual.

In an all-new She-Spies, Britain's top
agent pulls the She-Spies into a world

of high-stakes gambling to recover
a stolen diamond worth millions.

Looks like we missed all the fun.

But this game is about
to take a dangerous turn.

You're asking me to leave the She-Spies.

On an all-new She-Spies.