All language subtitles for Tracker.2024.S02E15.WEB (SDH)

[Marge] What they need
is a defenseman who can fight.

Give me a Bob Probert,
Tie Domi.

[Rachel] Don't know 'em.

[Marge] Old-school brawlers.

[sighs] We're not allowed to
have those anymore.

So, go on and enjoy your
pretty little skater boys,

with their lettuce and flow.

Me, I'll take a mullet,
missing teeth,

and some wicked
penalty box times.

The good old days, right?

[clattering]

[scoffs]

Got a face in the cage.

Little miss bright eyes.

You all right back there?

[Justine] Mmm-hmm.

[Rachel] Mmm

[♪ tense music playing]

[objects clattering]

The hell
is going on back there?

[Justine groans]
I don't feel so good.

Yeah. Not my problem.

[groaning] I'm serious.
I'm gonna be sick.

You want to clean up the mess?
'Cause I don't.

Fine.

[sighs] All right, Rachel.

If she's faking it,
I swear.

All right.

What's the fuss?

[both grunting]

10-18, 10-18.

I need you out here.
Now.

[grunting continues]

-[horn honking]
-[indistinct police
radio chatter]

-[indistinct chatter]
-I'm here for Detective Brock.

All right.

-Helen.
-[Helen] Hey.

-Thanks for getting here
so quick.
-Yeah.

So your niece was taken.

Yeah. Rachel Sherwood.
Fugitive took her hostage.

After the work we did together
on the Russo case,

you were the first call
I made.

Happy to help. Tell me about
this prisoner that escaped.

Justine Campos
was doing a 26-year bid.

Killed two people
in a robbery gone bad.

Two prison guards
were transporting her

to a hospital in Sheldon.

-Was she sick?
-Injured.

Got in a fight
with her cellmate.

Van pulled over, somehow,
she got the drop on them.

Badly injured one,
and took Rachel.

You have any idea
why they pulled over?

A question we're hoping
the injured prison guard

could tell us
when she's stable,

but we don't have
time to waste.

The whole reason she's in
this mess is because of me.

How's that?

I got her the job
at the prison.

Rachel was a smart kid,

but she just didn't
have any direction.

She needed a little help
finding her way.

Things were going so well.

You're not responsible.

If we're gonna
find your niece,

we need to stay
in the present.

Okay, Captain Positive.

[chuckles ruefully]
I've worked manhunts
for prison escapees before.

Justine is armed
and dangerous.

And if she gets in a bind,
Rachel's expendable.

Let's get to work.

All right, my guess is
that Justine

headed for the border, right?

Yeah, well, she's got
a boyfriend who's an ex-con,

and he lives in Montreal.

Surveillance on him?

Yep. Claims he doesn't know
anything about it,

but we're keeping
an eye on him.

We got a grid search going,

scanning the area
for stolen cars,

and the border's
been notified.

She's headed back to him.

You know, she's desperate.

Stranger things
have been done for love.

Can't disagree with that.

What's she got to lose, right?

Gonna spend the majority
of her life in prison.

What's this?

Homemade shim, isn't it?

No rust on it.
Hasn't been here long.

-Could be what she used
to get out of her cuffs.
-Could be.

I don't see
a footpath anywhere.

You can't hitchhike
with a hostage.

Saw a rest stop
about a mile up.

I'm having my guy
check their cameras now.

We checked. Nothing.

Maybe the getaway car
waited for the van to pass,

knew about the cameras,
took precautions.

Let me see
if my guy found anything.

All right.

Okay, I'm gonna make a call.

-Hey, have someone
pick up that piece.
-[line ringing]

[Randy] Okay, Big C.

I'm in it,
and I'm ready to win it.

What time did the van pass?

[Colter] 8:30 last night.

[Randy typing]
8:30. Right, right, right.

Copy that.

Okay.

I got a minivan and a Jeep
pulling out at the same time.

Who's in the Jeep?

Some random dude.

And the van has a family,

so pretty sure
we can cross that off

the whole prison break list.

Maybe the Jeep
has a GPS on it.

We can track him from that.

You know
I'm already doing that.

Hey, Randy, while you do that,

you heard anything from Bobby?

No, man.
You know how he gets.

Don't like to talk
about personal stuff.

I know his friend's funeral's
this week.

Yeah. I know
that's hitting him hard.

They were like brothers, man.

Yeah. I sent him a few texts.
I haven't heard anything back.

I figure maybe he's just
taking some time.

He'll get back to it.

And if he doesn't,
I'll make sure he does.

No way out, but through.

Okay, got a line on your Jeep.

Send it my way, will you?

-You got it.
-Thank you.

-Helen.
-[phone vibrating]

Got something on a car.

Did my team miss something?

Maybe. Sometimes you
need to look at things

with a fresh set of eyes.

It's what my dad used to say
when we were kids.

-It used to annoy me.
-[chuckles]

But now not so much?

The same with my parents.

You only know what you know.

And then one day,
it all clicks

and you realize
maybe they did know something.

My dad
definitely knew some things.

Maybe too much, actually.

All right,
we're burning daylight,

as my dad would say.

Let's go find your niece.

[♪ opening theme music
playing]

[raven kraaing]

It says the Jeep's location
is somewhere here.

Before I forget...

the sheriff expedited
an emergency authorization

to deputize you.

A notarized letter
has been filed,

so you are official.

Not exactly how I work.

It is if you want to get paid.

Aurora PD
doesn't do cash rewards.

Just take it.

Yeah, okay.

[Colter exhales]

There's something up here.

Yeah.

Found the Jeep.

Yeah, it's empty.

Yeah.

What is that?

[Colter]
Underground ventilation.

Could be from
an old fallout shelter.

There's a bunch of them
left over from the Cold War.

My brother and I actually
found one when we were kids.

It's got to be around here
somewhere.

This took some real planning.

It looks like someone
was just here.

-Flashlight?
-Yeah.

[clanking]

Here we go.

[Colter exhales]

Looks like storage for some
sort of grow operation.

Looks like
we just missed them.

How did they know
about this place?

We'll look into it.

Yeah, there was definitely
money here.

Justine needed cash
before she took off.

The border's locked up, if
they're making a run for it.

They're probably
keeping Rachel as a shield.

Well, now it's two on one

'cause they got
the getaway driver with them.

Got something.

A phone number,
local area code.

It can tell us
who's working with them.

[humming]

-[phone vibrating]
-Oh.

Yo.

[Colter] Randy, I just sent
you a phone number.

Can you tell me
who it belongs to?

[Randy] All right. Let me see.

And...

It's a burner.

Can you trace it
to a location?

[Randy] Looks like the GPS
is disabled.

Gotta see if I can
check the metadata

'cause I'm good like that.

One, two, three, disco!

Ooh, weird disco.

The numbers pinged back
to the state prison.

Either homegirl
was phoning home like ET,

or somebody on the inside
was helping her out.

Betting on the latter.

I'll see you, and
raise you on that.

Hey, listen, Randy.

Can you tell me who owns
the property I'm at right now?

[Randy] Yeah, sure.

[Colter] I'll be in touch.

She called the prison.

Justine's working with someone
on the inside.

Could be her cellmate, right?

So they staged that fight,

just to get Justine
on that transport van.

That's when the guards
are most vulnerable.

We questioned her,
she's not talking.

She doesn't want to be
a snitch.

Why don't you put me in there?

It might help I'm not a cop.

You, in a women's prison?

You might need
an armed guard for that.

Hmm.

I got an idea.

But I might need you
to pull some strings.

Yeah, whatever it takes.

Okay.

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

[exhales]

Colter.

Hey, you still in Boston?

Keeping tabs?

[sighs]

Remember that favor
you owe me?

No.

Billie, come on.
we're not doing this.

A friend of mine needs help.

How fast can you get to
Aurora, Vermont?

I think we have to assume
that they got the cash.

What's their next move?

My guess,
they'd need a vehicle.

In case someone
spotted the Jeep?

Yeah. Billie's our best bet
to get to Justine's cellmate

and figure out
what the plan is.

Do you trust her?

If there's information,
she'll get it.

The warden will try
to look out for her,

but she's got to
stick to the playbook.

Don't tell her that.

Is she a friend?

Uh...

Yeah, sure. Yeah, friend.

[door closes]

[man on radio]
Dispatch to Detective Brock.

Possible sighting
of the fugitive.

Mel's Car Shop, Route 17,
four miles south

of the junction
at Stonebridge. Over.

That's not far from here.

[sighs] Shop owner
called in the tip.

Justine and Rachel
were seen here

with an unidentified man.

Description has him
in a blue ball cap.

Getaway driver.

Got the owner.

Gotta be Justine's guy.

This guy sees the owner
call in the tip,

shoots him,
owner shoots him back.

Now Justine and Rachel
are out on their own.

Now they have a car.

-[alarm blares]
-[indistinct chatter]

[♪ intense music playing]

[grunts]

Eyes forward.

Mind your head.

[inmates shouting]

[sighs in exasperation]

You're telling me he couldn't
be bothered to show up?

He doesn't want to
blow your cover.

Right.

No one bats an eye at a lawyer
visiting her client.

Temporary client.

No offense, but I'm not
the biggest fan of lawyers.

No one is until they need one.

Look. The warden has one guard
in critical condition,

another one taken hostage
and a missing fugitive.

He can't afford
a single misstep.

The only reason why
he even agreed to do this

is because of
Detective Brock's niece.

So let's just...
Let's lay some ground rules.

Find out if the cellmate
is working with Justine,

and where she might be headed.
Got it.

That's the job, not the rules.

This isn't my first time
in jail, you know?

I am well aware.

Did you memorize your alias?

Elyse Matador,
in for drug trafficking,

ten-year bid,
transfer due to overcrowding.

Just... be safe.

Anything gets too hot,
you ask for Hollander.

She's the only guard
that knows who you really are.

You can reach me through her.

Ask for Hollander.
Got it.

Okay.

[sighs]

You know, I can see
why Colter likes you.

Likewise.

I'm Hollander.
Let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Billie's in.

And blue
is definitely her color.

Well, I submitted all
the documents to the warden,

so it should look like
Billie's been locked up

for a really long time.

Good. It has to.

And I have to appear in court
for Charlotte.

My flight is in a few hours.

We can communicate with Billie
through the guard, Hollander.

She has your number
in case I'm in the air.

[Velma] Okay.
I'll keep an eye out.

Okay. Hey, also, you know,

Billie might be
a better friend than I am.

Doing this solid for Colter?

Friend?

I'm not sure
I'd call her that.

Bye.

My crime techs tell me

there were three guns
in this fight.

The third casing was from

Marge's government-issued
handgun.

Justine must have used it.

Could have given Rachel
a chance to run.

Surrounding units
are on alert.

You ID'd the getaway driver?

Yeah.

Felipe Barata, a local from
a county over. Ex-con.

No connect to Justine
as far as we can tell.

There's got to be a connection
between him and the prison.

I'll call my guy.

Yeah.

[sniffs]

[exhales] Home, sweet home.

[sighs]

[exhales]

[grunts] Come on.

The hell are you doing?

Looking for a place
to put my personals.

Heard the girl before me
left in a hurry.

Maybe she left her stuff.

Or maybe...

you're using my side
to hide yours.

That it?

Where you
transfer in from?

New Hampshire Correctional.

Are you gonna
answer my question?

[scoffs]

Let's get
something straight...

bunkie.

This my house.

That's my stuff.

Everything here

belongs to me.

Even you.

If that's what I want.

Sounds like
we're gonna have some fun.

You learn quick,

or you won't.

Your move.

[♪ intense music playing]

[scoffs]

[sighs]

[Randy] Check this out.

Your getaway driver, Felipe?

He's got a sister
in the slammer.

-You got a name?
-Maria Barata.

A lifer.

She goes by "Mamma Roach."

All right. We'll get this
information to Billie,

see if she can figure out
what the plan is.

[inmates chattering]

Hey, Randy, any information
on who owns that bunker?

Oh, you know it.
It's owned by a shell company,
and it's pretty sketch.

I just need a connection
with Justine.

It isn't easy to find.
She had to know it was there.

[Randy] Right. But I can't
find any connection.

There's like fifteen
different LLCs to untangle,

all under the same
umbrella of this shell:

-The Williams Group, Inc.
-You got a physical address?

Well, only address I could
dig up was this random
building in this office park.

It's south of the property
where the bunker is.
I'll send it to you now.

Good work, Randy. Thanks.

I got an address
on the company
that owns the bunker.

It's south of the bunker, so,
if they were headed there,

they're not going
for the border.

Their initial movements
were north, but they've stayed
in that area.

Maybe Justine was hiding out
until things cooled down?

-[Colter] Maybe.
-Anything from
your cohort inside?

Nothing yet, no.

[sighs]

Well, we got to
figure it out fast.

They're issuing
a shoot-on-sight.

I asked the police
for time, but their
back's against the wall.

I just keep
thinking about Rachel.

We'll find her.

Let's check out
this address, okay?

Sounds pretty remote.
Could be a good place
to hide out.

[inmates chattering]

[alarm blares]

Deal me in, bunkie.

No seats open.

What about this one?

[Miggy] You make it a habit
of poking your head
where it shouldn't belong?

Oh, come on. I'm just trying
to make peace...

here.

We all got to
live together, right?

And I'm loyal.

You want to be my friend.

Hmm.

Friends cost extra
around here.

I'm willing to pay.

Okay, bunkie.

You want a seat at the table,

take it.

Let's see what you got.

[grunting]

[inmates clamoring]

[inmate groaning]

I told you, you want
to be my friend.

That's enough.

[inmate panting]

What'd you say your name was?

Matador.

Like a bullfighter.

Not the first time
I've heard that.

Okay, Matador.

You want in...

you gotta get past Mamma.

[officer] Sorry, Detective,
that's all we've got.
We'll keep looking.

Copy that.

No sightings of Rachel
or Justine within five miles
of this place.

-What do you want to do?
-We should see for ourselves.

[cell phone rings]

-Hello?
-[Rachel] Aunt Helen?

Rachel. Oh, my God. Hold on.

-Are you injured?
-No.

No, I'm okay.

[Helen] Where are you?
Where's Justine?

I don't know.

I jumped out of the car.

All right.
Give me a landmark.

Uh, I saw a sign
not far from here.

-Something Pines, I think.
-Twin Pines?

[Rachel]
Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

Whose phone are you using?

I grabbed Justine's burner.

And then I jumped
out of the car.

She's heading northeast.

Is there anything
you can tell me about
the vehicle she's driving?

I don't know... It's all hazy.

Don't move.

All right?
I'm coming to get you.

-Thank you.
-Stay strong, Rachel.

I'll be there soon.

-[beeps]
-[Helen] Can your guy
trace that number?

-I'm on it.
-I think I know the motel
she's talking about,

Twin Pines.

This is Brock.

I have a location
on the hostage.
Twin Pines Motel

-off the freeway
near Mountaingate.
-[phone pings]

Requesting additional
backup unit and EMT.

-[radio static]
-Hold on a second.

No, we can't afford
to waste time.

I just think it's strange
she didn't remember
anything about the car.

Well, she must have
been shaken up.

Well, she remembered
they were going northeast.
That's pretty specific.

What are you getting at?

Who was driving the van
when Justine disappeared?

Was it Rachel,
or was it the other guard?

Rachel

What?

Do you really think
this is going to work?

Yeah. Yeah, my aunt
will send everyone
in the wrong direction

and we'll be safe
to move from here.

I don't know. [sighs]

Maybe we should
cut our losses.

You're not getting
off the hook that easy.

You messed up,
and now you're gonna
make it right.

I swear. I thought
all of the money
was in the bunker.

Someone must have
moved it somewhere else.

-I don't know where it is.
-Now you're
going to find out.

I told you, I'm keeping
my family out of this.

Not anymore.

You promised.

We both made promises
we couldn't keep.

That's life.

-Now let's go.
-What are you gonna do,
Rachel? You gonna kill me?

I'm not gonna kill you.

I'll kill your family.

Was there anything from
Rachel's past that might
indicate she was part of this?

What, a prison break,
shooting a colleague,

an innocent person?
Absolutely not.

Maybe she didn't
pull the trigger.

Could have been Justine,
could have been
the guy they were with.

No. I mean,

she was a mess
when she was a teenager.

Had a chip on her shoulder.

Thought she was unlucky
in life. I don't blame her.

Her mom is
a real piece of work.

That's your sister?

Yeah. She was
in and out of jail.

She made things
real hard for all of us.

That's why I became a cop.

A childhood like that
can push you
in either direction.

You and I went one way.

Maybe she went the other.

I don't want to believe it.

If you need
to take a step back...

no judgment.

No.

No one else can get hurt.

[phone vibrating]

I just got a location
on the burner phone
Rachel called from.

She's nowhere near Twin Pines.
Not even close, Helen.

She's throwing us off.

You must be Matador.

You must be Mamma.

If you hurt one of my girls,
you answer to me.

[both speaking Spanish]

[speaking English]
Then let me earn it.

Okay.

Let's start here.

I checked you out.

I got a cousin with an ex-wife
in New Hampshire.

Says she never heard
about no Matador there.

Big place.
I wasn't there long.

When you get
transferred the day after
someone breaks out...

Coincidence, huh?

Overcrowding.
Luck of the draw.

Luck.

That's not a word
thrown around here that often.

Where I come from...

you have to make your own.

Who are you working for?

-What do you mean?
-She means we think
you're a rat.

If I was a rat,
don't you think

you would have been busted
for that contraband I found?

Not if you're looking
for something
better than that.

Like what?

You tell me.

I think you have guards
in your pocket.

They turned a blind eye
when I got jumped,

and you'd need
a friendly guard
to break out of here.

If someone
planned an escape...

my money's on you.

The question is...

why?

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking English]
People are going to want
a piece of that pie.

Making your own luck, huh?

That's right.

And yours...

is about to run out.

[both grunting]

[gasps, coughs]

Guard! Hollander!

[continues coughing, heaving]

You're coming with me.

Are you sure this is
where Rachel was calling from?

This is the spot, yeah.

Found the phone.

-She must have ditched it
after she called you.
-They could be anywhere now.

[phone vibrating]

Reenie, you got me and Brock.

So, I just got off
the phone with Billie.

She got jumped.

-She okay?
-She's fine. She's out.

Did she find out
what Mamma Roach
has to do with this plan?

[scoffs] Yeah. Apparently
Justine ran her mouth,
mentioned that her stepmom

was sitting on a pile of cash.
So that's what they're after.

So Rachel's in on it.

Looks like it. Rachel
breaks them out. Justine
leads them to the money.

And then they use
Mamma Roach's brother
to get 'em there.

-Everyone gets a cut.
-Mmm-hmm.

Any chance the stepmom
works for a company
called Williams Group Inc.?

Actually, she does financials
for a medical marijuana
company, which is a subsidiary

of the Williams Group.
How did you know that?

The same company
that owns the bunker we found.

If they already
got the money,
what are they still doing?

Companies like that
stash cash all over the place
in case of a federal raid.

-Weed's legal.
-In some states,

but federally,
it is still illegal.

That's the risk
these companies take.

They can't funnel their money
through traditional banks.

Maybe the money
was moved from the bunker.

And they're out there
looking for it.

-Justine's stepmom would know
exactly where that was.
-Right.

We need to find her.

[phone vibrating]

[phone continues vibrating]

Tell me this is done.

Justine's so-called
bunker stash was gone.

The big score is
at her stepmom's office.

We're there now waiting
for people to leave, but...

we need help
getting out of here
when we're done.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[Mamma Roach speaking]

[speaking English]
He didn't make it,
but it's his own fault.

Are you gonna hold up
your end of this deal or not?

We need backup.

I did my part.

If you don't help,
you're not gonna
get your money.

-Is that a threat?
-I can make life hard for you.

You think that I am afraid
of a low-level prison guard?

You'll get me my money.

[speaking Spanish]

What did she say?

You'd better come through.

All right. Thank you. Randy.

Justine's stepmom,
Cassandra Bridges.

No longer married
to Justine's dad.

Different last name.
Explains why we
couldn't find the connection.

According to her cell phone,
she's still at work.

And an address here...
It's the same address I got
for the Williams Group.

Let's go.

You gonna call for backup?

[sighs]

Not yet.

They'll shoot Rachel on sight.

I'm gonna try
to bring her in myself.

Let's go bring her in.

Colter,

when we find her,
let me talk to her first.

I'll follow your lead.

Justine.

The police told me you...

Why are you here?

I'm sorry.
I just need the money.

[Cassandra]
You're not sorry.
You never are.

[Justine] Stop.

I don't want to
see you get hurt.

There's no money here.

I'm betting there is.

Hey.

It's up to you, Cassandra.

Good choice.

[beeps]

[Cassandra] So, now what?

You think you're gonna run off
to some tropical island?

You know, it won't
work out that way.

All I know
is I'm not gonna rot
in a cinderblock cell.

Hurry up! We gotta
get out of here.

-Rachel?
-Aunt Helen.

I thought you were
better than this.

Drop the gun.

I can't.

Drop your weapon.

There's nowhere to go.

Just listen to him.

Don't do it, Rachel.

Please.

-All right. Come here.
-[grunts]

Drop the gun.

Okay,

I'm sorry.

-You have the right
to remain silent.
-[cuffs clicking]

Anything you say can
and will be used against you.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot
afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you.

[officer] Watch your head.

I think this belongs to you.

You'll get your payment
in the mail. May take a while.

That's the government for you.

How are you holding up?

I'm not.

I don't know how I could miss
all those signs with Rachel.

We all have blind spots
when it comes to family.

You want to
see the good in people
despite their past.

Last time I ever do that.

Don't lose faith in people.

It's a strength,

not a weakness.

[♪ slow folk music playing,
Allison Russell "Nightflyer"]

[sighs]

♪ Yeah, I'm a midnight rider ♪

♪ Stone bonafide
night flyer... ♪

I'm mad at you.

♪ I'm an angel
Of the morning too... ♪

I brought your favorite.

I'm still mad at you.

You can come in.

♪ I'm the melody
And the space between ♪

♪ Every note
The swallow sings ♪

♪ I'm 14 vultures
circling... ♪

Uh... it turned out
to be more than a favor.

I'm aware.

Think you pretty much
owe me for life now.

[cork pops, wine pouring]

I'm aware.

Why are you really here?

I came to
make sure you're okay.

I am now.

It got a little...

real in there.

But, you know...

I'm here.

I shouldn't have
put you in that position.

But you did.

♪ I'm the sick light
Of a hurricane's eye ♪

♪ I'm a violent lullaby ♪

♪ I'm six fireflies
One streetlight... ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ Mmm-hmm ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ You ♪

[♪ closing theme music
playing]