All language subtitles for Renegade s05e15 SWM Seeks Vctm

The last of it.

Thanks for the letter, Sam.

My washer, like, coughed up a hairball
or something.

And I, uh, I have an appointment.

So I see.

Some appointment.

Sandy! What? Come on, I always give you
juicy details.

Obviously you have a hot date tonight.

So?

Well, he's really nice, and he's really
cute, and I think he's really

interested this third date.

Whoa, big number three.

Soft music, slow kisses.

Dinner at my place, at any rate.

Where'd you meet him?

You know, around.

Around?

Around where?

If I tell you, you promise not to
whisper to a soul.

The personal.

You didn't!

Oh, they've got to be a bunch of ankle
biters. Desperate loser seeks desperate

loser to have ugly children.

Excuse me.

Kelly, I'm sorry. I didn't mean... No,
it's okay. I'm sure that's what

thinks.

That's why you can't tell anyone.

Scouts honor.

I'll just have to find someone else to
go running with tomorrow. I'm sure

going to be exhausted after an intense
night of cooking.

Nice try, Miss Marble.

Daylight. Be there or be round.

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.

You're welcome to call your doctor.

I'm not in shock. I'm thinking.

He must have come up behind her, as if
to give her a hug or a kiss on the

He was left -handed, wasn't he? Miss,
you don't want to give yourself

nightmares, all right? Leave this to the
professionals.

I am a professional, thank you. I'm a
licensed bail enforcement officer.

And a close friend of the victim, which
is the only reason you're still here.

I told the uniform I don't know
anything.

I never met the man. What do you have?

Nothing at this juncture.

What about fingerprints?

Witnesses? Dwayne, across the way, up
half the night, listening to hip -hop.

Maybe he saw something. Like I said,
miss, I'm not free to discuss.

anything at this juncture. Don't shut me
out. I can help you.

I'm sorry, miss. I cannot discuss this.
Right, okay. I know.

You wouldn't happen to have a badge
number I can take down at this juncture.

Your FBI?

Is that a federal case?

Well, you better not hit that bag.
Pardon me, knock the stuffing right out

it. I didn't get a workout in today.

I thought you had a run with Kelly.

No, I did not.

Not today.

Not ever again.

Must be one of those girl things, you
know? Not going to talk to each other

anymore. Yeah, right, we're not talking.

Because Kelly is dead.

Dead.

Sandy, I know you want to avenge your
buddy.

But if the feds are involved, we have to
stay clear.

Why? Because of jurisdiction.

Because of not interfering with an
ongoing investigation.

Because... Because of me.

Forget about you.

Because there's no bounty.

And way too much emotion.

I'm going to take Max over there to Big
Bertha's Bail Bonds and Needles.

No, no, no, not Bertha. You do what you
have to do.

Thanks, Reno.

We'll back you up any way we can. Right,
Bobby?

Right?

Right.

Okay. So how well did you really know
Kelly?

Real well.

There's nothing that would ever lead you
to suspect that she was involved with

the FBI?

She worked for an optometrist named
Levine. I doubt that he fronted for the

Michigan militia. And she didn't move
across state lines, so there's only one

other reason why the FBI's involved.

The locals called it in. Why would they
do that?

Sandy, it's very possible that your
friend was a victim of a serial killer.

Excuse me.

Are you Gina Lang's father?

You newspaper vultures just never give
up, do you? I'm not from the press, Mr.

Lang. I'm a bounty hunter. My name is
Sandy Carruthers.

I'm all out of money, Miss Carruthers.

I'm all out of patience with your kind.

So if you don't mind, huh?

My best friend was murdered yesterday.

Maybe by the same man who killed Gina.

I could use some help carrying boxes.

There were seven unsolved homicides in
the Bay City area last year.

Four of them were young, single,
athletic.

I'm blonde.

Shouldn't be letting you go through
Gina's things. The FBI said... Would

wait until the next victim.

No sale.

You know, I searched all the news
reports that I could find on the web,

found out nothing about Gina Lang except
that she died of devil.

She was 23 years old.

Studied sign language.

She collected dolls.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Lang.

Was Gina found at a table?

A dinner table?

How did you know? That's how I found
Kelly.

With a full plate of food and burned
down candles all around.

And a single yellow rose in her face.

A yellow rose?

I'm not supposed to tell anybody.

They said it would compromise the case.

Was she seeing anybody? Did she have a
date that night?

She hadn't had a boyfriend in ages.

I used to kid her about it.

Said she could take an ad in the
personals.

I'm going to take in your advice.

Hey, I thought I told you to stay off
this case. Robert, look at this.

Four probables and a possible.

All son, kids, California girls. All of
them blonde.

Except for Marcia Cross.

Young, attractive fit.

Huh. A follow -home from the gym?

I don't think so.

Kelly's date, she made me promise not to
tell.

She met him in the classifieds.

Personals? Gina Lang also placed an ad.

I wish there was a way I could get to
see them.

Yes, please come in.

She's been busy.

And I hear you've been harassing Bill
Lang.

If a condolence call is considered
harassment.

Excuse me, but my name is Robert J.
Sixkiller, proprietor of Sixkiller

here, the place that you've just
trespassed. Special agents Derek

Jeffrey Gorman. I sure hope I don't need
a warrant to talk to your friend here.

That means I might have to trash this
place just to justify the inconvenience.

What I want you to do is stop strong
-arming my associate.

Ah, I see.

Any other requests?

Yeah, I have one.

I think you should alert the women of
Bay City that there's a serial killer

there. A what? You heard me.

Some maniac is out there killing women
at the dinner table. I count four,

possibly five so far. What do you
suggest I do?

Send this local population into a little
panic, possibly scare the perp into the

next county? Is that it? I think my
neighbors have a right to defend

At whose expense?

The women in the next town this guy
hits?

Look it, Miss Crothers, we know what
we're doing, all right? You want to play

junior Miss Bounty Hunter, that's fine.

You stay out from underfoot, you got
that?

For your information, hotshot, my
associate here has evidence that... What

evidence? Oh, just a junior bounty
hunter hunch.

We'll call you if it pans out.

You weren't going to give them my lead.

Your lead?

The feds are right.

What do you mean?

Am I not your best friend who would not
steer you wrong?

Do us all a favor.

Stay off this case.

Is this the personal line department?

Eric Martin, administrator at your
service.

Hi.

Well, I, um... Hi.

Hi.

I was thinking... Well, not really.

I gotta go.

You want to play it too personal? No,
no. Um, sort of. Did you know that more

relationships are formed today through
classifieds than any other method?

That can't be true.

Petite redhead.

Seeks Prince Charming.

Not anymore.

She's my fiancée.

Really?

Congratulations. Thanks. My point is
that when was the last time you met the

next door at a church social?

Ah, well... If the boy next door really
came knocking, you'd probably call the

cop. Um, is it safe?

Are singles bars safe?

Well, like, say I placed an ad and
somebody wanted to know my name or what

wrote. They'd never get past me.

Not when I was subpoenaed.

Damn. I'm sorry?

I'm just a little confused by the whole
thing. That's all.

You know, S -W -M -I -S -O -D -A -F.
It's kind of like a can of alphabet soup

exploding. It's all right here in your
personal line instruction sheet. I

guarantee you you'll find these stuck up
on refrigerators all over Bay City.

I wouldn't even know the first thing to
write.

It's easy.

Just be honest about who you are and
what you're looking for.

Hello?

I'll be right back.

Think of another question.

Hi. Eric Martin, administrator.

Welcome to Personal Law. Have you ever
placed an ad without before?

Just fine.

Absolutely fine.

What's wrong?

Well, I'm really, really worried about
Sandy.

You think she's obsessed with the serial
killer? I told her to back off the

case. Oh, and she always listens to you.
She's impossible, infuriating,

irritating.

And so cute when she's angry.

Hey, our relationship is purely
professional, okay?

The order's on the truck and the check's
in the mail.

Will you please give me some credit for
management skills around here, please?

Uh -huh.

Only congressmen and idiots get
romantically involved with their staff.

Hello, personal line. Yes, I'd like to
place a personal bet.

Okay. I'd like to start it with love to
cook.

Leaving so soon? It's only 5 o 'clock.

Yeah, well, normal people leave work at
5 o 'clock. That's why they call it 9 to

5.

Yes, well, you're not a normal person.
You're training for the Bounty Hunter

Olympics. Oh, did I just break the no
private life rule?

Since you're cozy.

Excuse me, but I have a private life,
too.

Hey.

Welcome to Planet Lenny.

Sandy, doll, I gotta tell you, you are
one.

stick of babelicious gum oh that's so
kind of you you know my mama always

told me left -handed men are the most
charming i'm not left -handed right

-handed men mama always told me right
-handed men are the most charming so

me what's a diamond like you doing in
this pile of cubic zirconia

Got hung up at the gym. Who wants to
leave when you got a major pump going?

right?

Where do you work out? I like Ironworks.

Serious free weights.

Should have seen the abs that I did
today.

The thing about abs is, never carbo
-load first.

Am I right?

You smoke?

Terrible habit, I know.

Oh, wow.

Uh, sorry. I mean, you're cute and all,
but secondhand smoke would just kill my

aerobic capacity.

Your tummy?

In the flesh.

Your dad said that you were 30
-something.

You're only as old as you feel, I always
say.

Oh.

Light?

Robert, you know what? Robert!

Hi. What are you doing here?

I track people for a living, remember?

You followed me. Followed you.

Traced you, tracked you with my Vulcan
mind, mouth, whatever.

Thought I'd come over and check out your
new bow.

Check out my... How dare you?

How dare me? How dare you?

You're the one who's sitting yourself up
out here like live bait.

Look around you. What do you got, huh?

Got backup? No.

Protective armor? No.

I had to revoke your diploma.

I know you think that you're just
looking out for me, but I know what I'm

I saw all the ads. All the dead women.
They all had the same thing in their ad.

Oh, yeah? What'd it say? Here I am. Come
and get me? Cooking.

Loves to cook. Will cook for you.

They all were very specific about
cooking.

Well, what did your ad say?

Athletic, vivacious, blonde, loves to
cook.

I did everything except advertise for a
lefty. You sure he's left -handed?

Who trained me in forensics?

Well, none of your dates were southpaws.

You were watching the whole time?

You know, I kind of like Grandpa Moses
the best.

I don't know.

Leisure suit Larry. Woo!

Amusing. Well, come on. Let's go. Back
to the office.

Are you going to fire me?

I'm going to make you repeat lesson
number one. Never work without a

But I've got four more dweebs coming.

All right.

Excuse me, Garcon.

I have a business proposition for you.

Double decaf cappuccino, nonfat, with a
shot of hazelnuts.

I asked for cafe au lait with a shot of
espresso.

Close enough.

Mocha, frappe, rapa, whatever it is.

Sheesh, it was a good old days when
people just wanted a little cup of joe.

You're complaining?

I just spent two hours with Monroe, the
taxidermist.

And Cedric, the man who collects exotic
bottle openers.

And Ivan, who claims to be the lost heir
to the throne of all the Russians.

Yes, well, they were all right -handed.

And they all had an alibi for last
Friday night.

So our last loser of the evening is...
Hi.

I'm Chris.

You must be Sandy.

It's such a pleasure to meet you.

Pleasure is all mine.

Can I sit down?

Oh, yeah.

Don't you dare go anywhere.

Is this Andy? What are you doing?

Bobby!

Listen, this guy was on a sales call.
Albert didn't last Friday night. So,

are you doing wasting your time with
this guy?

Because he's last on the list, and he's
kind of nice.

Well, get rid of him.

Why?

Well, because.

Because, uh, we have a case. We've got
to work on a case.

Of course it is. What else could it be?

We'll discuss the case in the morning.

Stop worrying. It's only coffee.

Worrying? I'm not worrying. What would I
worry about, huh?

Boss, you worry too much.

You should have never given him this
number.

As a waiter, Robert, you make a great
bounty hunter.

Oh, come on. I just spilled a little
water in the guy's lap. No big deal.

It was a pitcher.

I swear you did it on purpose.

Because I'm an overprotective lughead,
right?

I didn't say lughead. I know you want to
do. That's what you want to say.

Are you going to walk me up?

Nah, it's okay.

I have faith in you. You're a big girl.

Okay.

Talk to you later.

Good night.

He slipped the lock.

Did you buy a new deadbolt?

$89 .95 plus tax.

With every penny.

Thinking of you, you look good enough to
eat. Yeah.

Well, you do look good enough to eat.
It's just that... Ah, forget about it.

I hit pay dirt, Robert. I don't know
what rock I kicked over.

But I'm close.

I can feel it.

Too close. We're taking three steps
back.

Would you stop worrying about me?

I have an edge here. Do you know why?

We are still in first date land.

Excuse me?

Okay, pretend you're a girl.

Some guy answers your personal's ad.
What do you do?

Ask them to send a naked picture.

A girl would have a phone conversation
first.

And since paranoia is the best defense,
they would agree to meet in a well -lit

public area. Date number one.

Date number two would probably take
place in some cozy little restaurant.

So? All the killings happened on date
number three.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

He wins their trust, they invite him to
their home, and then...

Then we nail him to the wall.

So what's so important you called me out
of my office?

My operative says she's being followed.
My grandmother says she's Grace Kelly.

So what?

Don't you cut the attitude, Taggart.
You've been on this case since day one

you don't have Jack. And you do. You and
Miss Five Foot Two Eyes of Blue. You've

got something, right?

You happen to be a pretty shade of
chestnut.

How would you like to see all the murder
victims' personal ads? Kelly O 'Rourke

was running a personal ad, huh?

No.

All the dead women were running personal
ads.

Charged with obstruction of justice.

I could call my attorney. You probably
wouldn't get your hands on this until I

would say about Christmas time.

Or we could do an even swap.

For what?

I want to see the psych profile on the
perp.

The FBI has a cellar full of pasty
-faced shrinks who do nothing but

psycho killers all day long.

And they say food service is a stressful
job.

Yeah, well, according to them, he's
transferring rage at his mother,

from an infantile oral fixation. Oh,
that's great.

Does his profile have anything useful?

Useful? I got a 60 % probability on his
favorite brand of toilet paper.

Check this out. White male, six foot
tall or better, college dropout, left

-handed. We knew that.

Probably lives near the beach, probably
drives a flashing car.

Well, that should narrow it down.

Yeah. We only had a list to narrow it
down from.

Carpet picnic, anyone?

How did you know where I live?

Crisscross phone directory. A salesman's
best friend.

Am I being too nervy?

Are you mad?

I just, I had such a nice time with you
the other day.

So is this our second date?

Then dad got promoted and I set a new
family record.

Nine grades in five different schools.
Excuse me. Army bread here.

Nine grades, nine schools.

Thank God for Mr. French and the Brady
Bunch.

Being lonely sucks, doesn't it?

You're really sweet, you know that?

But... But?

There's someone else?

No. No, not really. I mean, he never...
No.

Get out your snowshoes. We have a
blizzard of paperwork that we have to

through. I brought Chinese.

What is he doing here? Isn't that our
waiter?

She forgot her sunglasses.

Look, I better head out.

What do you think?

Dinner tonight?

I don't know. Can I call you?

Anytime, anywhere, for anything.

Lunch with the suspects, huh?

Crick didn't do it. He was an Alba
cookie, remember?

Besides, he's a good listener.

Doesn't boss me around.

This is the FBI psychological profile on
the killer. I make a mild suggestion

that you look it over.

FBI profile?

Who did you blackmail to get this?

Traded for it.

Traded what?

Jimmy Hoffa, that guy?

I gave him the personals.

You gave them my lead.

You had no right.

Well, excuse me, Your Majesty. I didn't
know I needed permission in order to

investigate a murderer.

I worked hard to get that lead. I went
without sleep.

I broke into private files.

That is your job. And I can see how much
you went without sleep.

Maybe I should be looking in the one
head instead of the personal.

I was going to go now.

So go.

I sort of have dinner date.

Yes, well, Mazel Tov don't eat the
garlic bread.

Unless you want me to stay, I'll...
Well, we decided everyone here gets a

private life, right?

What? Bobby, it's Reno.

What do you want? What's wrong with you?

Paper cut.

If you say so. Look, I dug up something
interesting on Bachelor Number One. That

guy, Chris Gardner.

His alibi doesn't hold up.

He had reservations for Albuquerque, but
his name wasn't on the flight manifest.

And he didn't check into his hotel room.

I think I should go talk to him. You bet
you should. He's with Sandy right now.

I sure hope you're not one of those no
-salt, fat -breed...

Free -range chicken kind of guys.

Not even close.

I'll eat anything that won't eat me
first.

I didn't know you were left -handed.

Sort of ambidextrous.

It's one of those lefties forced to do
everything right -handed.

I think it left me a little crazy in the
head.

This is Sandy.

Is he there? Can you hear me?

He... Yes to the first question, no to
the second.

Marketing survey. It's amazing how they
always know when it's dinner time.

His alibi washed out, Sandy.

He never made it to his plane. He never
slept at his hotel.

He's never been to Albuquerque. Reno and
I were on our way.

So how can I be of assistance?

Sit still. Keep your distance.

And whatever you do, don't eat dinner.

Well, that's going to be a little
difficult.

Luring people away from AT &T, but I
wish you luck.

Not typical.

Well, look at that. It's time to put the
casserole back in. It's kind of cold.

I'm sure it's fine. It's the way it is.

He did his good, too.

So what do you say we play a game of
cards?

How about a waltz instead?

Okay.

Hey!

You lady killer, freeze!

I should have known better than to look
in the personals. Hey, where are my

wallets? In my back pocket. Please,
don't hurt me. Hurt you?

You psychotic son of a... You were going
to make Sandy number six on your list,

weren't you?

Six? What?

Bobby, go deal with him in jail.

Jail? Wait, you can send me to jail for
adultery?

Adultery.

Sandy, I'm sorry. I'm married.

That's why you lied about going to
Albuquerque? I was staying in a motel in

Dimas.

You're not going to tell my wife, are
you?

We'd be doing her a favor.

Oh, come on.

It's seven years, you know?

You can't keep blowing in the same year
every day of the week.

I think I better escort this Don Juan to
his car before he puts his foot any

further down his mouth.

It's okay.

You've done enough already.

I know, but I would like... I mean it.
You've done way too much already.

You know, I want you to be honest with
me, all right?

When you look at me, what do you see?

Tonto.

Pretty mouthy for a refugee from Leonard
Skinner, ladies and gentlemen.

Come on, I'm being serious.

Hey, brother, do I look like husband
material to you?

Did you say husband?

I'm getting older now.

I'm almost a little over 30.

And, uh, well, I just... Maybe it's time
to start a family.

This is about Sandy, isn't it? Man, that
girl, she's under my skin. Every time I

see a broken -down blue Toyota, my heart
starts to pump hard and my stomach's

got butterflies.

So tell her.

No can do. She hates me.

Get out of here.

That's a sad fact, but true. She thinks
I'm overbearing, overreactive, and

controlling.

You don't think I'm controlling, do you?

Listen.

Have you shared this vital information
with the object of your desire?

Well... I thought so.

Call her. I can't call her.

She hates me.

She doesn't hate you.

Call her.

Call her tomorrow. I know we'll take a
look at the Southpaw Slayer file, okay?

think we're getting real close.

Sure. Mm -hmm.

ready for din -din.

Will you stop that? You're making me
dizzy.

We're missing something. It's driving me
nuts.

Well, look.

We know she set the bait. She got the
rose. If it wasn't dimples back there,

must have been one of the others.

You went through all those guys with the
lint brush.

There's something we're not seeing. What
is it that we're not seeing, damn it?

Hey, will you relax? I didn't do it,
okay?

Sorry.

Just the idea of her being the site of
some maniac.

Hey, that's not going to happen.

Ta -da.

Mama's secret recipe.

I promise you.

It's the taste sensation of a lifetime.

Hey, which

one was Eric?

Eric who?

Looks like Martin.

A note on the back. I wish they were all
as sweet as you.

Sweet as underlined.

She didn't date anybody named Eric.

Name's on the receipt, man. The Bay City
Gazette.

Let me take a look at that.

One week run. It's from a personal ad.

Damn. Hey, man. Ready?

See how it slopes in the back? How much
you want to bet this was written by a

left -handed person?

The end of a blue. All bets are off. I'm
calling Sandy right now.

Hey, who should be talking to this late?

Bobby, she's got a call waiting.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

Did I snag that pretty hair?

Souvenir.

I never met a real live bounty hunter
before.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I missed that.

If you... If

you undie me and walk away,

I can guarantee your safety.

And spoil this lovely meal.

I'm not sure I should let you defile
mother's food with your dirty mouth.

Well, maybe just a tan.

Open the hangar.

The airplane's coming in to land.

My mother's food, you slut!

No. Not like that!

I'm not ready for you yet.

Let her go.

This is a private dinner party.

You weren't invited.

Leave me.

You touch her, pal.

Dinner. Touch her?

Huh? Touch her?

Like that? Huh?

Or like... Or like...

Like that?

Where is Fred the Fed when you need him?

I thought Tigard and those guys had me
under surveillance.

Well, I had to send them on that alien
invasion thing.

The what?

Well, I had to bring Reno in, right?

And, well, if you were being circled by
the Federales, then it would have just

been a whole big... Robert, you are one
of a kind.

You did real good back there, Sandy.

Made me proud.

And I've been doing some thinking.

I've been thinking, too.

About us.

You're my role model, Robert.

You're my boss, my buddy, my hero.

How much better than a boyfriend?

Don't make me trade down.

I still want you to keep...