All language subtitles for Baywatch Nights s01e01 Pursuit

You know, some people think the beach
closes after the sun goes down.

Uh -uh.

That's when it really starts to heat up.

Especially if you're a PI.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

Mitch is a lifeguard.

What does he know about being a PI?

Well, they both involve rescuing people.

Turns out my best friend Garner went
partners in a bankrupt detective agency.

with a beautiful brunette P .I. who left
New York for the California sun and

adventure. What can I say? When someone
yells help, I jump in with both feet.

And I hope you do, too, as we introduce
a new series of private -eye adventures

called Baywatch Night.

Sit back and enjoy the ride.

In the city of angels, undercover of
night.

People are drowning in a sea of light.

The devil holding your life on the line.

Angels are calling, rain for time.

Something's got to give.

Something's got to break.

Before it's too late.

Before it's too late.

My dad told me that every once in a
while you meet a woman so beautiful that

knocks the wind out of you.

Maybe today was my turn.

Fantastic. Fantastic. Great.

Right. Wonderful. That's wonderful,
darling.

Work it. Come on now.

You love it, baby.

That's wonderful, darling.

Beautiful. Beautiful. Give me more of
that.

That's wonderful.

Wonderful.

Okay. Now make love to it.

Fantastic. I need to reload, okay?

Let's take five.

Let's take as long as I want. Love.

Hey, kid.

How's the tarot card reading business?

Bummer. I'm totally thinking about
quitting.

Oh, no future in reading pictures?

How would I know?

Is that who I think she is?

Depends. Who do you think she is?

You know, you know that girl on the TV
ads with the pearls and the champagne

the diving board?

Cassidy? Cassidy, right.

Model with just the first name.

It's a photo shoot for a magazine.

More perfume, I think.

What?

Perfume called lust? No, your aura.

I feel lust. You're radiating.

Mind your own aura.

How you doing, stud?

Fine. Not you.

Him. That's his name.

I knew that.

I'm Cassidy. Hi.

I know.

I'm Mitch.

Welcome to our turf.

And what does that mean?

I work right up there.

And what's right up there? Private
detective agency.

Really? Yours?

Not so private. I have two partners.

We're late, love.

Ready? Uh -huh.

I gotta go to work.

Come on, stud.

Uh, I can't. I gotta go to work, too.

See ya.

Brian McBride grew up in Texas and got
our P .I. license in New York.

You know, women can really complicate
your life, especially if you're partners

with one.

It's an explosive combination.

Hey, guys. Hey!

Trust me.

Anything happening?

We got a job.

Great.

What? Missing body.

No, no, no. It's not missing bodies.
It's missing persons. Missing persons.

Body, body. The Crabtree Funeral Home
somehow misplaced the dearly departed

T. Rizzle. They'll pay us real money to
find her. Oh, God.

We sunk that low.

I have.

Now we need the contract.

Found it the other day under the letter
R. No, contract should be under the

letter C. It ought to be rebounds,
relationships. I didn't set up the file.

What did Nicky Pine do?

Bite my head off.

Hello? LRB McBride Buchanan.

Alphabetical. Hello?

Hello? Hello? Hello?

The blinking one, Mr. LRB. They are all
blinking, Miss McBride. Hello?

No, we didn't order any.

Hang on.

Anybody feel like pepperoni pizza?

Can I take a check?

Damn,

we're good.

Alexa, a supermodel whose photograph was
on the cover of a hundred magazines.

But this was her last photo session.

When I was eight, I got my first Major
League Baseball.

One day, Matt McGinty, he was 12.

Well, he walks up to me and he says,
hey, give me your ball.

I said, make me.

He did.

That was a mistake I've never forgotten.

Go away and leave me alone, will you
please? Hey, hey, hey, leave the lady

alone. You okay, Kathy?

Go away.

Get out of your rhythm, Miss Powell.
Just get the hell out of here. Just calm

down, will you?

You want a piece of me? No, I don't want
a piece of you. You just let the lady

go her way, you go yours, okay?

Come on, you and me, right here, right
now. I'm not going to break my knuckle

when you break head.

Not over, pal.

Not over.

You okay?

Yeah, what's the problem?

Glad I could help.

Don't mention it.

You're welcome.

Oh, a lot of T -whistles.

If you find a relative, what are you
going to say? I represent your dead

funeral home and I ain't got nobody?

No.

You want to come across a hammer?

Uh, yeah. I saw them in the files.
Hammer's under D.

D.

I don't know why. And I don't know why
this computer keeps saying what's the

password butthead. I just don't know.

You trying to elevate... Hello?

Garner?

Oh.

I thought I had it beat this time. How
does this devil phone work?

Mitch?

I, uh... Help.

Pick Little Valentine.

It's not the first time.

Other letters.

Heavy breathing on the phone.

Hang up.

You have any idea who it could be?

No.

I don't know who he is, where he is, or
why he's doing this.

Have you gone to the police?

Yeah.

They can't do anything unless he...
Restraining order.

But if he's a serious, darker
-knucklehead, it probably won't do much

about that guy with the goatee today,
the big guy who hassled you? Could he be

the guy?

I don't know. He could be, but...

The paparazzis are always sneaking
around.

I don't know who he is.

Look, I'm scared to death.

I want to hire you guys to protect me.

Um, bodyguard.

Around the clock.

I'll pay you whatever it costs.

Sorry. It's okay.

I was just checking the locks on the
windows and the doors, okay?

Go ahead.

What's that for?

It's like my sleeping pill.

With it here and you downstairs, I know
I can sleep.

Uh... Don't worry.

It's nothing.

Okay.

May I ask you a question?

Sure. The guy with the goatee, he
hassles you right in front of me.

Seems kind of weird, don't you think?

Well, we've been shooting on the beach
all week.

Probably followed me around to get some
photos and sell them to the tabloids.

That's what they do.

Yeah.

Try not to worry, huh?

Why worry?

I got a bodyguard and a lifeguard.

Round the clock protection means three
eight -hour shifts, and I got the

graveyard.

After a bottle of Merlot and then some,
Cassidy was definitely out for the

evening.

Oh, my God.

God, he was standing right there. I
hired you to protect me.

Cassidy, he didn't get past me.

The alarm didn't go off.

Wait a minute.

I checked it last night. It was locked.

I open it. I always sleep with it open.

Well, is it connected to the alarm
system?

Yes, but I kept it out of the loop.

Look, it's upstairs. There's nothing for
him to climb on outside.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

In Little League, I was a pitcher.

My catcher and I communicated through
signs.

One finger was a fastball. Two fingers,
a curve.

Holding hands is a sign, too.

But I didn't know the game she was
playing wore the rule.

Only one way to find out.

Not very professional holding hands.

You're the boss.

No, I'd be scared.

Oh, you're real lucky. All I wanted to
take was pictures.

It's not the first time.

Models and actresses, if they're in the
spotlight, weirdos try to get at them

all the time.

This is the first time anybody's gotten
this close.

Into my house, my bedroom.

He won't again.

Eh?

You know, last night, they got me
thinking about Alexa.

Do you know her?

No. Who is she?

Well, she was a friend of mine.

Our best friend.

Another model.

But I found her body at the bottom of a
cliff.

We said it was suicide.

I know it wasn't.

Why do you say that?

Everybody said that she was depressed,
drinking and taking drugs.

But she was never happier.

I had just turned down a perfume
campaign because I was too busy with the

swimsuit calendar.

I suggested her and she got it.

She was on top of the world.

So you're saying why commit suicide?

I was in Denver the night that she died,
and I called her.

She told me that somebody was stalking
her, threatening her.

You think he pushed her off the cliff?

Wait a minute. You think he's our guy?

Cassidy, why didn't you tell me this
before?

Bitch, I didn't want to believe it,
okay?

This guy was in my room taking pictures
of me while I was sleeping.

happy that you're here with me.

I don't think I would get through this.

It's okay.

You won't have to.

Three fingers was a change -up.

Change -up always caught you by
surprise.

You knew you shouldn't swing at it, but
you just couldn't help.

All right, you'll be with her during the
photo shoot this morning, right? Every

second. And Gar will film me in the
afternoon. And we'll all be there for

fashion show.

Yeah.

What?

Something's wrong.

What?

Ah!

This is not your color.

Let your guard down. She'll kiss you,
too.

We got a break in the tea whistle case.

His name, Rajamundry Banarjee.

He was inside Mrs. T. Whistle's coffin.

I guess you'd call Roger Mundry kind of
a bookkeeping error.

Six foot five, six, goatee, built like
the Terminator.

Are you looking for a paparazzi or a
Viking?

That's our Cassidy file.

If your guy's taking pictures of her,
he's going to be trying to sell them to

me. He's not.

Bunny? Oh, no, thank you. A bunny?

Oh, no. Thanks.

Why the dollar sign?

Money shot.

Yeah, front page.

Cassidy and Mick Jagger caught in steamy
Denver love tryst. That's not Mick

Jagger. I know.

But it sure looks a lot like him, don't
you think?

He's a Denver undercover cop.

But I thought it was close enough to go
for. By the time anyone sues, you sell a

million copies.

Exactly.

But my boss thought it was too risky and
he killed it. Too bad.

Not really.

The publisher fired him.

And I got his job.

I like the way you guys

think. You've got the instincts for this
field.

Do you want to do a little snooping
around and see what you can dig up?

What about the truth?

Exactly.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I found this picture.

The rag mag.

What can you tell me about it?

Just me at the New Denver airport.

We threw a party to kick off the
swimsuit calendar.

Is that the night Alexa died?

Yeah.

I called her from the hotel.

She had just gotten her Tamar perfume
campaign.

But I told you all this.

I got home two hours after they found
her body.

You know, you almost sound suspicious of
me.

Excuse me. You know, you really
shouldn't be here. Oh, yeah.

I... You're right in the middle of a
major girlfriend.

Let's drink. You go outside and do your
guy thing. Oh, come on. They're

professionals. They don't care.

I do.

Waited there by the thought of the
river.

Waited there, but she did not show.

A ring in his hands and a shake in his
head.

Checking his watch, it's time to go.

Big baby sky, it's the limit.

Reflected in a miracle, the mighty moon.

Shoot me for the moon.

Crash landed in the crescent.

I thought you were watching her.

I was. I wasn't watching the mirror. He
got within 20 feet of her. It got busy

back here. I'm sorry.

Maybe I can get some print.

Hey, take me home. Yeah, yeah, come on.

Sorry, sister.

When she's not reading tarot cards on
the beach, Destiny likes to help out in

the office.

It sure would be nice if she came with a
set of instructions.

Give her a look at something.

Now you should be able to figure it out.
You just can't.

Drives you absolutely nuts.

Yeah, my checkbook.

It's got a real negative aura.

Ta -da!

Your contract.

You figured this mess out?

It's not a mess.

It's in perfect numerological harmony.

See, every letter has a number, and you
add them up, and contract is a four.

The rest of the fours are filed under F.

C is under F?

Yeah. Oh.

Where would you look for a hammer?

In a hardware store.

No, no. I mean, filing, you know,
numerologically speaking.

Oh, um, hammer D.

D.

Oh.

Uh, uh.

What's wrong? The telephone.

It's haunted.

What are you doing?

We're picking away the evil vapors. Oh.

Hello, Buchanan L .R .B. McBride.

Oh, sure.

Cool. Gardner. Why'd you do that?

Hey, buddy.

Oh,

butthead. I beg your pardon? The
password for the computer.

You know, what's the password, butthead?

It's butthead.

Kind of cute, huh?

What's wrong?

Uh, yeah, I can come over early.

Howard.

Oh,

great. All I got is women who sleep with
their son's girlfriend's father's on a

break. It's a repeat.

Well, try watching her all, though.

Hey.

I'm no good at math.

Help me add something up here. Sure.

One, I dusted it. There are no
suspicious fingerprints, and it's not in

handwriting. He doesn't want to get
caught.

I talked to some shrinks, and obsessive
stalkers usually want their victims to

know who they are, like how much they
adore them.

Two, do you find it odd that Goatee has
his little tet -tet -tet with her, like,

right in front of your lifeguard tower?
Yeah, I asked her the same thing. She

told me she'd been filming up and down
the beach all week, and that she was

to find.

Okay. Three, she got very bad reviews
from her buddies backstage at the

show. Jealousy.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Did you know that she lost the Tamar
Perfume campaign because she has a

problem? Ryan, these are all very good
questions, but so far, Cassidy has very

good answers.

Okay. Four and foremost, I saw you
kissing a client.

Oh, God.

Hey, it's wrong to get involved. Is that
what this is all about?

I mean, come on. It was a moment.

She was needy. She was scared.

I was hired. We were hired to protect
her. Oh, what is that? Is that

testosterone?

I wake up early, I walk around all day.

Surrounded by people who are surrounded
by hate.

There's no understanding everything that
I've shown.

There's a fire burning, but it don't
keep me warm.

I sit in the nightclub and I look down
at the street.

Searching for someone who looks just
like me.

I sit down to the sanctuary, I sit in
the back.

I tell her just one question, I look in
her eyes.

Where are you?

I'm not sure of your name.

Is it true?

They just will not believe.

There's no proof.

There's no way it should be.

Somebody's watching for my broken being.

Ha ha ha!

chastity what we gotta talk we will
later no no wait wait wait

this whole thing is happening way too
fast i wanted to

Thank you.

Yeah. Okay?

Did you call the police or something?

Yeah.

It's okay now, huh?

It's over.

I'd like to report a death.

I got halfway to the plate before I
realized I'd misread the sign.

I got tagged out at home.

Even if you only missed by half a step,
you still missed.

But...

I still had one more at that.

You know, when you came to the precinct
and showed us the letters, I thought it

was some perv getting his stick kicked.

Who was it?

I'm not carrying any ID, but we'll find
out.

She saved your life tonight.

And the bad guy's out of yours forever.

Everybody was lucky tonight.

Except Jim.

Thank God it's over.

Well, I guess you won't be needing a
bodyguard anymore, huh?

I guess I won't.

What's wrong? What's the matter?

It's been a hell of a night, huh?

Look, I...

I think I'm gonna take off.

I'll see you soon.

Mitch.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Hey, we heard on the radio. That was a
close one. You okay?

Yeah.

You were right.

You know, you have to narrow that down.
I usually am.

Okay, come on. I'm sorry.

Hey, listen, it all worked out for the
best.

No, no, it didn't.

You know, when I'm working as a
lifeguard, I know the ocean, I know the

know the people, I know what kind of
trouble they're going to get into.

But, man, I got to learn to trust my
instincts.

I'll be in a private event for you.

That's about coming.

Check these out.

The stalker took these when she was
asleep.

Each one's a little different.

The blankets have moved. The pillow's in
a new spot.

So what do you think?

She took them herself with an automatic
timer.

Everything got moved when she climbed
back into bed for the next picture.

The letters?

She made them herself.

And I bought it.

You're so hard on yourself.

You weren't the only one who dropped the
ball.

Dropped the ball?

Ha!

Man's dead.

If I'd been sharper, he might still be
alive.

You're not going to do something stupid.

Nope. Been there, done that.

Want some help?

Nope. This one's mine.

Mitch.

You scared me.

Haven't even started yet.

How'd you know that I was here?

Who followed you?

You took his wallet so you knew where he
lived, huh?

Gotta be in here somewhere.

What? Oh, you know.

What?

Photographs of you pushing Alexa off the
cliff.

Are you crazy?

I was in Denver when she died.

I can prove it.

Well, you don't have to.

I have a picture of you at the airport.

I didn't land in L .A. until two hours
after they found the body.

Uh -uh -uh.

That's when you were supposed to land,
remember?

You know, Cassidy, something about this
picture kept bugging me.

Look real close.

There's a clock on the wall.

You were at the airport five hours
before your plane was scheduled to take

You must have had a lot of bags to
check, huh?

I had a ticket on the 915 flight. You
didn't use it. I checked with the

You took an earlier flight.

You were home hours before Alexa died.

Look, I really don't want to talk about
Alexa.

I know.

And I know why.

When I was out by the pool, you went
inside.

You took your cell phone so I wouldn't
notice.

You called him, said something like...

You win.

I'll pay you the money. I don't want the
photographs and the negatives.

Come over tonight.

I'll leave the alarm off and the door
unlocked.

I didn't do any of that, Miss.

I swear.

This is your cell phone.

I'm going to press redial.

He has a name.

You know, I couldn't figure out why you
would go through a dead man's pockets.

Unless you were hoping to find something
before the police did.

Like his ID.

What are you trying to... You killed
Alexa.

Grimes was a sleazeball.

But he wasn't stalking you, he was just
blackmailing you.

Me?

I'm the sucker you hired for an alibi.

Sorry.

Because I really had a good time with
you.

You won't shoot me.

I'm not going to prison.

I've already killed two people. What
makes you think I'm not going to prison?

Failure is not in my vocabulary.

But as I sat at night feeling sorry for
myself, I realized that my first case as

a PI was about as successful as my first
day as a lifeguard.

I had a lot to learn.

At least Cassidy wouldn't be doing any
photo sessions for a while.

But a man named Grimes might still be
alive if I had trusted my instinct.

From the funeral home. Our first real
woman.

Oh, it's a beautiful thing.

A telephone bill from the phone company.

Do you know what it cost to call
Calcutta?

Oh. How did Roger Mundry's family check
the news?

Not well.

Can't blame them. Well, they took it a
lot better than the T -Wiffles are going

to. They cremate in Calcutta. Oh.

And he is being fed ectome in an
envelope.

Who gets to make that phone call?

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey.

Wait a minute, guys.

And then, you know, I left you in my
garden.

And you went straight for my territory.

There's a price you've got to pay.

You can't run in the night.

You can hear the baron call as another
angel

falls.

Grace to the boulevard in the blink of
an eye. The devil is watching as we fly

into the night.

You can hear...