All language subtitles for Renegade s05e14 Top Ten with a Bullet

The night is coming quickly The stars
are on their way

As I stare into the evening Looking for
the words

to say That I saw the lonely soldier
Just a boy that's

far from home And I saw that I was just
like him All upon

this earth I roam

And there may not be any big parade if I
ever make it back.

As I come home undercover to a world
that can't keep track

of the heroes who have fallen, let alone
the ones who

won.

Which is why nobody seems to care.

When a soldier makes it all alone.

Thank you.

That might sound better in tune.

You know, for my next song...

I'll probably have to wait until I get
back from this short break.

Hey, amigo.

No, no, no, no, no. Don't amigo me. You
bring people into this joint, they dirty

my place, and now I've got to work for
them.

Hey, help me play a practical joke.

Dream on. My old room in market just
showed up. The one that says I've got no

sense of humor.

Hey, check lady's room.

Anything in the alley?

Face down!

Face down! Hands behind your head! Now!

Do it now!

Jamie Jackson, you're under arrest for
unlawful flight to avoid prosecution for

murder. Davis Cuffell.

He was a cop and good at his job, but he
committed the ultimate sin and

testified against other cops gone bad,
cops that tried to kill him but got the

woman he loved instead.

Framed for murder, now he prowls the
Badlands, an outlaw hunting outlaws, a

bounty hunter, a renegade.

Welcome to the O's.

Yes, you see, the 90s are history, so we
have to say hi and hello to the O's.

Wake me up in 01.

You know, I think the future is going to
be very kind to Bobby Sixkiller.

Look what I pulled up on the Internet.

Hmm? Look at that.

A genuine bomb -throwing 60s radical.

Oh, Jamie Jackson.

This is a top ten most wanted list from
1972.

Since 1972. Since is the operative word
here. 25 years ago. Yep, and he's been

running around free as a bird for every
single one of them. Up until, oh, I

would say 8 a .m. tomorrow morning.
Because that, sir, is when you are going

bring him in. I am? You are.

He's the fourth most wanted man in all
of America.

That doesn't mean anything, by the way.

The top ten most wanted list was a PR
gimmick that J. Edgar Hoover dreamed up.

Our Mr. Jackson isn't as warm and fuzzy
as he looks.

Your fugitive is a real live terrorist.

You see, Jackson, he ran around with the
weather underground, planted a bomb in

the chemistry lab over at the University
of Southwest, blew an English professor

to kingdom come.

Did he ever give a reason?

Protesting violence.

Works for me.

Look, a 25 -year -old murder is still
murder.

A $100 ,000 bounty is fresher than this
coffee.

Penny Young's jokes are fresher than
this coffee. When did you make this?

Yesterday.

Come on, let's go.

I can smell his aftershave.

That's not aftershave. That's the soup.

No, no, no. We're real close, pal. You
know why? Because the feds lost him here

less than 24 hours ago. Well, then
somebody here remembers him.

So, let me guess. They call you Dusty.

Only if they don't know me.

Thanks, Jeff.

And Dusty is?

Product of some lawyer's imagination.

Place is owned by some investors out of
Chicago.

We heard you had a little excitement
here yesterday.

You could say that, if you were big on
understatement.

And your interest is? I'm Vince Black.
This is Bobby Sixkiller. We're bounty

hunters. We just want to ask you some
questions about this Jackson guy.

Like I told the feds, I don't know any
Jamie Jackson.

Deke Martin is a fair to middling guitar
player. Never gave me a minute's

trouble in the three months he was
playing here.

Well, did he ever fill out a W -4 form?

He played for tips. I made him dinner.

You want me to do a 1099 on his burgers?

Jackson Martin, whatever his name is,
was.

Did he have any acquaintances here?
Anybody he talked to?

Went along, got along. Kept to himself.

Used to talk some Spanish to Carlos in
the kitchen.

Carlos? Is there more of you?

I thought you mentioned him.

Look, I already told the cops everything
I know, which ain't much. Well, I'm not

a cop, but I am looking for your friend.

Some friend?

That was a pretty good joke.

He even gave me a wink.

Did he tell you where he might be
headed?

Oh, now there's a question the feds
forgot to ask.

Hey, maybe they didn't ask so nice.

Not hardly.

The guy in charge kept threatening to
make a phone call. Send me back where I

came from.

And I hate New Jersey.

Well, they'll shoot him first and ask
questions second. You know that.

Yeah.

But I think that's why it'd be better if
we grabbed him.

Negotiate a turnover.

Real public.

Look.

He's in his pocket.

Try this.

Hey, that's him.

Temple Hill.

It's about 100 miles from here.

Friday night I'll dedicate On the Road
Again to you.

Riding on the city of New Orleans In the
North Central

Monday morning rail Thirteen cars,
fifteen restless

riders Three conductors

25 sets of mail all along the southbound
odyssey. Train

pulls out at Kankakee. Rolls along past
houses, farms, and fields.

Passing trains that have to...

Sing the next verse.

Look for it, man.

Professor Warren Adrian.

Warren Adrian.

The one man in the world I never wanted
to tell.

I'm not going anywhere.

You can tell that to the FBI.

I'm tired of running, man.

Tired of phony names, tired of no fixed
address, tired of lying to everybody.

Forget it.

You wouldn't understand.

I should have stopped running a long
time ago.

Why didn't you?

Habit.

Fear.

So after you blew up that chem lab, You
just fled the scene of the crime and

never looked back?

I dug in once in Fresno.

Stayed almost seven years.

Met a girl.

What was I going to do?

Get married?

Support her?

What?

Every job I ever had, I had to leave
before tax time.

Why did you say that Professor Adrian
was...

One man you never wanted to kill.

Warren was my hero, man.

A true believer.

We were gonna blow up an empty building.

No one was gonna get hurt.

I did it.

I bought the dynamite.

I drove Warren to the chem lab.

I watched him get vaporized.

Wasn't very much of him left to bury.

All for what?

What were you doing in 72?

You have to understand, man.

There was a war going on.

Not just in Vietnam.

But here, too.

You could have got killed having hair
like ours.

America was at war with their own
children.

Four kids shot dead on the streets at
Kent State by soldiers sworn to protect

them.

That damn draft.

I served my country.

Not if my lie you didn't.

We were right, you know, that Chem Lab
was brewing up a new and improved batch

of napalm.

We were criminals of conscience.

And we were doing the right thing.

You tell that to Warren Adrian.

You tell that to his baby daughter.

Excuse me, who do I talk to about the
fourth most wanted man in all of

The Bureau's most wanted list is not
ranked.

It's numbered strictly for convenience.

Well, then who do I speak to about Jamie
Jackson?

Damn.

The cuff.

You don't get to be in the top ten
without some talent.

Where's Jackson?

Hey, hold your water, all right? We got
some details to work out first.

The only details that we need to work
out are exactly how miserable we are

to make your existence if you don't
cooperate with us.

I know what would make this taste
better.

Can't wait.

Ah.

Oh, no thanks, man. I don't even smoke
tobacco.

Smoke? No, man.

Condiments. The spice of life. I am the
condiment connoisseur.

Here, check it out, see.

Ketchup from Burger King, you know,
Mickey D Classic, yellow mustard, mayo

Wendy's. And they say fugitives miss out
on the finer things of life.

Carl's Jr.'s barbecue sauce.

Oh, man.

This is it. The pièce de résistance.

Horsey sauce from Arby's.

Horsey sauce?

Tres.

That's good.

What's next?

Bobby's setting up a meeting with the
FBI. Talk about your trade.

You for 100 grand.

Is that a record?

Private bounties sometimes bring in
more.

But I tell you where the big bucks are.

Corporate espionage.

Well, you don't strike me as the
corporate type.

What? I forget to wear my tie today?

When's your partner due back?

What got in your shorts, huh?

I'm a legitimate businessman doing a
legitimate business here. Jamie Jackson

my business, and no one gets in the way
of my business.

And definitely not some long -haired
Indian wearing $500 Tony Llamas and a

tomahawk in his ear.

Who are you guys, really?

FBI or the fashion police?

Something's wrong.

Nothing's wrong.

He's just not in his car, that's all.

My FBI ESP is telling me something's
wrong.

Trust me?

Yeah. Don't ask me why, but I do.

Jamie Jackson.

Jamie Jackson.

Oh, man, I thought you meant Jermaine
Jackson. You know, like, ah, Jermaine

Jackson, Jackson 5.

Like that. You know what I mean?

Listen, it's been really cool hanging
out in your crib and all. You have your

people call my people.

Okay, cool.

That's it, man.

Where are we going?

Where every good criminal goes. Back to
the scene of the crime.

Fine, you know.

Who's that?

Warren.

Professor Adrian.

He's buried in that old graveyard.

He just passed.

What'd they bury?

He said he was vaporized in the
explosion, which, by the way, is hard to

How'd they identify him?

Phi beta roach clip.

What? He had his phi beta kappa key
welded into a roach clip.

Wore it on a leather thong around his
neck.

I found it in the lab.

Nothing else?

No dental plates, fillings, bone shards?

Oh, man.

I killed him.

You know, I told you I set the timer for
15 minutes, and I screwed up, and it

went off in five.

And I watched the best friend I ever had
in the world go up in a ball of

freaking flames.

I still see it every night, every time I
close my eyes.

Been a dude with a beard for far too
long.

You mind?

Nope.

Tricks of the trade, huh? An Arizona
driver's license, Deacon Martin.

One from Alabama, James Martin. Got a
library card from Cleveland, Jimmy

I dye my hair black every time a
Republican gets elected.

Sort of like a morning thing.

You know, you'd look pretty groovy in a
buzz cut.

Did you just say groovy?

There I am. Where have you been? Huh?

Huh? You know that the FBI, they want to
audit me from 1984 to 1992, and you are

sitting on my $100 ,000 payday.

Oh. What?

You got that look.

What look? That falsely accused man
look, stating so.

There's something wrong with this case,
Bob. The man confessed.

He told his girlfriend while he was
leaving town.

As he was fleeing the scene to avoid
prosecution. And that's why, by the way,

he's worth 100 Gs. There's no body. We
don't need a body. We've got Jackson's.

Will you give me the file? What? I want
to look at this case. If it ever made it

to court, they wouldn't need Johnny
Cockman to get this guy off.

Everyone, please remain seated.

Especially you, both of you.

Where is he?

Look inside.

Check the bathroom.

Look in the damn kitchen this time.

Now, you don't really want to obstruct
the federal age in the pursuit of a

fugitive, do you?

Where is he?

J. Edgar Hoover, your order is ready.
Mr. Hoover, your order is ready. J.

Hoover.

No, no, don't shoot!

Get out of the way!

Why don't we shoot first and ask
questions later?

Bad move, Cochise.

You're under arrest for aiding and
abetting a federal fugitive.

So if I'm under arrest for treason or
for whatever it is...

Why aren't we at CID?

We're just waiting for the results of
the database search of your colorful

history. You're stalling, that's what
you're doing. You're stalling because

don't have a case.

I disagree.

You aided and abetted the escape of a
desperate fugitive, Slick. No.

I got skunked for 100 Gs by your
precious fugitive.

You think I set him loose?

There's a way to turn this into a win
-win situation.

Yeah. Well, I like win -win situations.

Your operative.

Vince Black.

Vince Black.

Your operative obviously created some
kind of special rapport with this freak.

We can use that.

How? I want my collar. You want your
$100 ,000.

So... I'm deputizing you.

As of 1700 hours, Greenwich Mean Time.

You're a temporary assistant special
agent, tasked with the Jackson case.

You bring them to me, everyone gets what
they want.

Why the horn for this guy in particular?

Jamie Jackson's a terrorist.

He's one of America's most wanted
fugitives.

He's evaded FBI capture for more than
two decades.

And made a fool out of you every time he
got away.

Hey, he made a fool out of America, damn
it.

May I?

Lieutenant William Donner, March 8th,
1972.

POW or MIA?

MIA.

Rejected from an A -4 Skyhawk.

87 miles north and northwest of High
Fountain Harbor.

Hasn't been seen or heard from since.

Your brother?

My baby brother.

Well, you know it. It wasn't Jamie
Jackson who shot him down.

No, he sure didn't, because he wasn't
there, was he?

He was perfecting his free love skills
with Haight -Asby while I was pulling

shrapnel out of my buttered -down arm.

So you're a Vietnam vet, too?

I had it easy.

Got myself a million -dollar wound in
1971 and flew back home.

Jackson and his college boyfriends, they
came to my homecoming parade, and they

spit on me.

Okay.

Get me the case files.

What? Hey, if I'm working for you and
you want me to do my job, you gotta get

the case files.

Those are secured FBI files.

Needs no clearance only.

I'm a new deputy FBI agent with a
burning need to know.

I'm on your side, man.

Cocked me three fillings, two vertebrae,
and I may never have children. How do

you ride this thing all day, man?

Well, I don't know. It's kind of like a
horse, you know? You just, you get to

know each other.

That was a pretty brave thing you did
back there.

Why?

Well, I didn't think you wanted to talk
to the feds, Reno.

You knew?

Us infamous fugitives are a select
bunch, and we keep tabs on each other.

So that's how you've managed to stay out
there all these years? Underground

Railroad? Nah.

The weathermen are long gone.

A few got serious and joined the PLO,
the Red Brigade, but most of them bought

Volvo's and joined the PTA.

Every once in a while, I'll still see
somebody with a Nick symbol.

The SNCC?

Student Nonviolent Coordinating
Committee.

Their logo was the original peace
symbol.

It's usually some trinket they bought at
a garage sale.

Reminds them of when they had hair.

Well, I guess you can't go to the
Policeman's Benevolent League.

What, the Association of Falsely Accused
Former Police Officers?

Huh.

Falsely accused?

You're innocent.

Yeah.

I'm innocent.

I didn't kill Buzzy Burrell or...
Melissa Dixon.

A crooked cop did.

He pinned it on me.

You've been running for five years.

Four months and 16 days.

But who's counting?

Well, it has its moments.

No suits, no ties, no time clocks.

No one to answer to.

Don't have to worry about anyone staying
up late for you.

Got that right.

Sucks, doesn't it?

Yeah. Well, if you're going to beat my
record, you've got to get good at this

game. Have you ever considered growing a
beard?

Yeah, Bobby, you got the case file?

Uh -huh.

Okay, look up the original police
report.

Oh, wait.

Read me the inventory.

You heard me.

I need the autopsy. Yes, on the
professor.

I'll explain when I see you.

You certainly will.

I'll meet you at 2 o 'clock, right next
to the campus library.

Okay.

Hey, I overpaid for this wiener, okay?

All right.

Here.

Do you want to sing for your supper?

Crawl into this vehicle here, huh?

I look for a trace.

A trace.

It's a homing device.

Don't they teach you guys anything in
obedience school these days, huh?

You don't get it.

See, the feds had to put a tag on me in
order to pounce on me like that.

Talking to a dog.

All right.

I'll do it myself.

You don't smell anything, do you?

Come here, Fido.

Looks like your Indian is on the move.

Let's see if he's planning a reunion
with Jackson 5.

Don't say hi.

You didn't.

No, but it was a fight.

There you go. The files you ordered, all
on floppy disks. Their secrets unfolded

to the initiated.

Where's the autopsy report?

Well, there wasn't one.

The professor was identified by his
effects.

What, a roach clip that anybody could
have dropped? What are you getting at?

Professor Adrian, man.

He was like a firefly in a searchlight.
Everybody was so focused on Jackson and

his story and his leaving the scene that
nobody even paid attention to the so

-called crime.

I want you to bring up Adrian's personal
belongings.

There. There you go.

Sid Harthas, saying he's a chairman now,
Das Kapital, Jefferson Airplane. This

guy was a classic. Who got his stuff?
His parents?

No, the girlfriend and the daughter.

Common law marriage.

Where's his car?

What car?

I'm guessing a VW bus with a Paisley
paint job.

Seriously. I mean, it was a commuter
campus. He was a full professor.

He had to have had a car.

There's no law against a guy who doesn't
own a car.

Give it up.

Man, you know I'm right.

Something just doesn't add up. Jamie
Jackson's not guilty.

You're serious?

I just have to prove it.

Noah.

Playing a hunch.

Hey.

I've got to achieve a little more people
to get the flock out of here.

Free! FBI!

Mark! No!

Don't you know who that was?

You'll be safe here.

This is one place the vets haven't found
yet.

Where are you going?

Family reunion.

Ladies and gentlemen, we've got
ourselves a fire cell on famous

Adjective, please.

Let me introduce you to today's two -for
-one special.

Two hippie freaks on a $20 ,000 Harley
shouldn't be all that hard to spot.

Yes, sir?

Shanti Adrian?

Call me Spaz.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you about your dad.

I was just a rug rat when he died.

Can't tell you a thing.

What about your mother?

We're married.

Married, I guess I should say.

She and my real dad were never legal.

What do you remember about him?

He was, uh, way into the alternative
thing.

Gave me that hippie name, Jaunty.

Means peace.

He was into causes and stuff.

He really cared, you know.

He was a scholar, big time.

Buy a bed of kappa.

Not that he cared about that kind of
crap.

See these pictures?

Mom didn't want them.

He kept everything.

It used to be his house, you know.

Yeah. Your father loved you very much.

He'd never abandon you.

You dream about him sometimes?

When you think about him.

Does he speak to you?

Does he send you postcards?

No way.

What are you talking about?

Shanti, a man is going to prison for the
rest of his life for a crime he didn't

commit. You say your dad cared.

Is that what he'd want?

That's it.

He's mine.

Where are we?

What's going on?

Why? Trust me.

Dr. Adrian.

Warren?

James.

You finally found me.

Found you.

I never looked for you.

Nobody ever looked for him.

It was perfect.

Perfect?

I don't understand.

He had it all planned, Jamie.

Everything. You didn't screw up the
timer. He rigged it.

Don't you see?

You never killed anyone.

But I was there.

I saw... You saw what he wanted you to
see.

I figure it went down like this.

It was the professor's idea.

He knew where to find the explosives. He
picked the day. He picked the time. Am

I right?

But you had to plan ahead because your
car was parked around back.

So, Jamie, you set the timer, but he
brought in the bomb.

And when you set it down inside the
building, you reset the timer to what?

Ahead? Ten minutes?

It gave you plenty of time to get in
your car.

And drive away.

So the building blew sky high, but you
left Jamie behind to take the fall.

No. I thought he'd get away. I planned
for his escape.

Escape to what?

Looking over my shoulder for 25 years?
Jamie, you don't understand. No, Warren,

you don't understand. You were my best
friend.

I mean, all this time I thought I took
your life.

It turns out it was you that took mine.

It wasn't about the weather underground
anymore, Jamie. It was the Bader

-Meinhof gang.

Oh, come on. Wait.

You were recruited by Bader -Meinhof?

It wasn't recruiting.

It was blackmail.

They informed me that I was now a cell
leader.

And these guys weren't just bombing
empty buildings. They were blowing 707s

of the skies.

So you sold me out to save your own
skin? To save all our skins.

They had everyone's names. Thomas, you,
Melody, Jillian.

I did the only thing I could think of to
save our lives.

What?

Betray us? No, cut you loose.

It was me they were after.

Without the head, the body is useless.

Why me, Warren?

Why set me up to take the fall?

I thought you had it in you, James.

I picked you to sacrifice for the
greater good.

Down!

Into the line, Jackson.

You too, Rain.

What are you pigs doing on my property?

Because they're all going down.

killer with exclusive footage of the
capture of America's most wanted

Jamie Jackson.

Arranging the surrender terms is FBI
Special Agent Marcus Donner. And you,

are? My name is Professor Warren Adrian,
and rumors of my death have been

greatly exaggerated.

The mooses look into your window at
night. They look to the left and they

to the right. The mooses are smiling.
They think it's a zoo.

That's why the mooses like looking at
you. So if you see mooses while lying

in bed, it's best just to stay there
pretending you're dead. The mooses will

leave and you'll get the thrill.

Of eating the mooses go over the hill.

Snack time!

Yay!

Kids I never had.

Salvadoran refugees.

I'm working off some of my hours doing
daycare at the shelter.

Yeah, I heard they gave you community
service and restitution.

Well, got a chem lab to pay for.

It doesn't look like I'll be getting
that Volvo anytime soon.

Hey, you know, I got something for you.

I found it at a garage sale.

Groovy. Hey, thanks.

Thank you.

I'll catch you down the road, Jenny.

When a soldier makes it home.