All language subtitles for Leverage s04e07 The Grave Digger Job

Wakey, wakey.

Where am I?

Well, see for yourself.

No. No.

N-o-o-o-o-o!

Our father trusted you!

Please, lower your voices.

You're not the
only people here

He gave you everything he
had, and you stole it.

We're going to the police.

Let's just discuss
this in my office.

I'm sure we can
resolve everything.

Please, just --
just follow me.

Mother...

Is everything okay?

Gideon, emery, dearest,

There seems to be some
confusion with this contract.

Would you please
straighten things out?

I want to see my
father's paperwork.

Of course, Mr. Newton.

Ohh! What are you doing?!

Walk away.

Stop it!
Forget about the money.

If we see you two here again,

You'll wish we let
you off this easy.

My father died last month
-- pancreatic cancer.

They found it at stage four, so...

I'm sorry.

At least we know
he's at peace now.

Pop wanted to make
sure That my brother

and I were taken care
of after he was gone,

So he made his funeral
arrangements in advance

With Darlene Wickett.

He gave her $15,000.

The funeral business
is very expensive.

But after my father died,

Darlene told us that she had
no record of the money,

That she'd never even
heard of my father.

So it's a breach of contract.

There is no contract, Mr. Ford.

What do you mean
there's no contract?

Pop was in the middle of
chemo when he met Darlene.

She took advantage
of his illness.

And we can't afford
to hire a lawyer.

We had to run our
credit cards up

at another funeral
home To bury pop.

Okay, listen, I am gonna
do everything I can

To get your father's
money back.

Thank you, Mr. Ford,
but it's not about the money.

This was pop's final gift.
He wanted to protect us.

Darlene took that away.

Parker, what are
you doing here?

How does she know
that, Nate --

That her father's at peace?

Faith.

Faith, Parker.

The rich and powerful
take what they want.

We steal it back for you.

Sometimes, bad guys make
the best good guys.

We provide...

What's up with Parker?

It's Parker.

You're gonna love this.

Are embezzling money from
the dying and the grieving.

It's the oldest grift in the book.
And the cruelest.

Even I never ran that
one -- it's tacky.

Now, the Wicketts have
operated all over the country.

Our records show
funeral licenses

From three different states,
but for the last five years,

They've been here
in Massachusetts.

Why has no one reported
them to the police?

Well, they have, but, uh,
she has bulletproof aliases

For all the states
she's worked in.

Now, the records that we found

Show that the Wicketts
have stolen $500,000.

Where's the money?
Well, it's not in any bank.

Credit-card records show

That she has recently
bought a wall safe,

Which is this right here.

Oh.

Ooh, Murphy-Beyer,
model PRK-11-21.

Nice.

Okay, she's a
horrible human being,

But she's got solid
taste in home security.

These dust mites are
just gonna eat me alive.

That's the blueprints
from town hall...

And the last time I go into
a basement with this guy.

I already got the
photos over here.

That's the Wickett funeral home.
It's a two-story house.

You got your embalming
room in the basement.

You got your viewing
chambers and your office

On the first floor.

And bingo -- private living
quarters on the second.

They live and work there.

Okay. So, funeral homes are
busiest on the weekends.

It's the easiest time to kind
of blend in with the mourners.

Um...I'm sorry. What, Nate?

Okay, guys, we are gonna
go steal a funeral.

There she is, the
perfect hostess.

Right on schedule.
Hardison, heading your way.

Sophie, I hate it when you make
me wear these dang cufflinks.

Hardison, everybody
owns a good suit,

But only the rich own a
good pair of cufflinks.

Darlene is gonna know that.

You must be Mr. Delacroix.

I'm Darlene Wickett.
Thank you for waiting.

Thank you. Thank you, ms.
Wickett.

My great auntie -- she, uh --
she passed last evening. Mm.

And there are some staff --
they spoke very highly of you.

Now, I must admit I'm...

I'm a bit lost.

Oh, Mr. Delacroix.

Let us help you say goodbye.

You focus on healing during
this difficult time,

And my sons and I can take
care of everything else.

Chilly.

Parker, anything on
the metal detector?

Three floors, one wall safe --

Sounds like a challenge to me.

Ew!

Just stepped in
something squishy.

How come I had to go to the
embalming room, anyway?

It's 'cause Hardison's too
scared to get in the body bag.

Hey, claustrophobia is a
very serious condition.

I got a note from my doctor.
You want to see it?

Eliot, where are you?

I'm fashionably late to
an ex-con's funeral.

I'm gonna check the
room for a safe.

It's not ex-cons -- it's cops.

It's a lots of cops.

Hardison.

I-I-I guess they must have
switched the schedule.

You guess?

I got caught up at the, uh,

Drug sting down in dorchester,

And I wasn't able to get
home and change clothes.

Hey. Thanks, man.

Yeah.

Hardison, when I see you,
I'm gonna hit you so hard,

Your ancestors hurt.

We have something
for everyone here,

But I believe I have
just the casket for you.

This is the admiral --

Solid-planked cherrywood

With a hand-polish finish...

Imperial satin, tuxedo
fold with matching pillow.

Here.

Here. Here. No, I'm --

Yeah. Just... feel how soft.

I touched it.
This is my favorite part.

A keepsake nook

For letters and mementos

To journey with your loved one
to their final resting place.

It's very exquisite.
It's very --

very nice, very final.

This is the exact model I
buried my own mother in.

Nice touch about her mother.

Yeah, isn't it?
Especially since

the old dear is alive
and kicking in Dallas.

Hmm.

Tart.

Aww, he seemed sweet
-- deserved better.

Parker, Eliot, you
find anything?

Zip, zero, nil,
nada -- nothing.

This room's clear.
I got nothing.

Grifters keep
their cash close.

Parker, check out Darlene's
bedroom upstairs.

There's only one staircase
that leads to the top floor,

And the no-neck brothers
are blocking the way.

Parker, I don't know how
you're gonna end up getting --

Gideon, emery, it's feeling
a little warm in here.

Could you go down
in the basement

And fiddle with the
air conditioner?

Hey, excuse me?

There's a bunch of kids
outside, tagging cars.

You should go, but you should
-- you should bring --

Bring your friend with you.

Parker, get out of there now.

Parker, are you clear?

Parker

A little busy here, Nate.

I didn't have time
to grab my gear.

Bloody hell!

Well, what -- what are
you all looking at?

D-don't look at her like that.

I think we're all thinking
the same thing --

"Bloody hell, why did
he have to die?!"

Move, Parker. Move.

But, you know, the -- the
fact is he -- he did.

And -- and do you know what,
I'm sure there are some

Very valuable lessons that
we can learn from his life.

Our cousin -- he taught
me the value of...

It's okay. Hard work.

To just take time to play.
Play.

Yeah, he -- he reminded
me of that all the time.

You know, never -- never met
such a dedicated baseball fan.

You know, in fact, he told me

That he wasn't going to die

Until the red sox won
the world series.

Well, poor guy had
to wait 86 years.

But they -- they won,
and -- and he died.

Before we go, one
last thing --

He taught me to be patient.

He -- he didn't meet his soul
mate until late in life,

But, wow, was she worth the wait...
Wow.

As beautiful as
she is faithful.

In short, he led a good
life and was a good man.

And I'm gonna spend
the rest of my days

Being be more like cousin...

Adam. ...
Adam -- more like cousin Adam.

I hope we all will.

Never plan a heist in a
building with so many windows.

But where's the money?

Parker, you find anything?

Uh, looks like identity forms

From Darlene's
deceased customers --

Got social security
numbers, dates of birth.

Darlene's stealing identities?

Okay, Darlene is running
two scams at once.

Okay, Darlene is running
two scams at once.

Ooh, she's good -- horrible,
ning clearly, but skilled.

Hardison, scrap the
back story we prepared.

Tell her this instead.

Did the late Mrs. Delacroix

Have a life-insurance
policy or pension plan?

Are there any institutions
of that nature

That will need to be
notified of her passing?

Uh, no. No, nothing -- nothing
like that, not even a will.

Great auntie Mae --

She imigrated here from Haiti

As a little girl.

She worked cleaning houses.

She -- she never even had enough
to open a savings account.

Um, will you please
excuse me for a moment?

Certainly.

She's got a meeting.

With who? I don't know.

5'10", shaved head, rough
around the edges --

He's definitely not a mourner.

Just one? Slow month.

Feels like $6,000.

I'll have another one for you.

Haitian immigrant,
proper citizenship,

No insurance, no pension
-- she's perfect.

We'll run a background check,

Make sure the identity's
totally clean.

Javier, trust me.
It's flawless.

It's a hand-off, Nate --
deceased-client paperwork

In exchange for cash from
some dude named Javier.

Okay, guys, change of plans.

Darlene is running a second
scam on top of the first,

So we are gonna run a third.

Let's go.

When someone dies, they leave
behind financial ties --

Social security,
life insurance --

All the things that a relative

Would need an official death
certificate to get access to.

But Darlene's cherry-picking
deceased clients

Who don't have any
of these things --

I mean, people that --

That wouldn't miss a death
certificate if it wasn't issued.

Now, instead of
Darlene submitting

The official documents
to the city,

What's she's doing is she is
stealing their identities

And selling them for a profit.

Well, Javier --
he's the broker.

He sells the I.D.s
on the black market.

Yeah, this guy looks
a little rough

To be in the
identity-scam business.

There's more to it than this.
So, what's the plan, Nate?

We are gonna con her
for all she's got.

Everything all right, Parker?

I can't stop thinking
about the Newtons.

Nate said that they had faith
that their father was at peace,

But... it's not enough.

How do you do it?

Do what?

You know, when you
know that people --

People that you like --
that, someday, they'll die?

You know, Parker, we never
really talk about it,

But if you lost someone
when you were just a child,

Then you might put up walls

To make sure that you
never got hurt again.

Trust me -- this life
is not worth living

Without the people that make us
want to tear down those walls.

The thrill of vulnerability,

The danger of opening
your heart...

It makes us feel alive.

I feel alive when I'm
jumping off a building.

Well, maybe that's why they
call it falling in love.

I'm in position.

Sophie, you're up.

Good morning.
Wickett funeral home.

Oh, Mrs. Wickett,

This is Marjorie Evans.

I live a few doors
down from you.

Um, yes, Marjorie.
How can I help you?

Mrs. Wickett, I'm sorry
to bother you so early.

There's a man
outside your house,

And I think he's
taking pictures.

Ma, come on. It's early.

What's wrong?

Is that Mr. Delacroix?

Go get the car.

This had better be
important enough

To interrupt my breakfast.

Mr. Cooperson, I-I know you think

That the Wickett funeral
home is a good buyout,

But I-I really don't think you
should make an offer on it.

Thank you.
I don't understand what happened.

I mean, it was a slam dunk.

Look, yesterday, I
went over there,

Pretended to be a customer,
like you told me to, right?

And I found out the
Wickett family

Is running a side business
of identity theft.

Yesterday, I overheard
Darlene talking

To the guy she sells
identities to.

Now, today, I went over there
to get a picture of him,

But he didn't show. Hmm.

Maybe we should turn them in?

I don't know.
Um, let me figure it out.

Why don't you go
back to the office?

Thank you. You're welcome.

Okay, great.

You're, uh -- you're Darlene
Wickett, aren't you?

You spy on me in my own home?

I'm gonna have you locked up.
Oh, come on.

When they hear the words
"Identity theft"?

I don't think so.
I'm small potatoes next to you, lady.

You don't know anything.
I know enough.

Nark on me, I will nark on you,
and we'll both go to jail.

Let's take this outside.

Okay.

Well, isn't this a
pretty picture?

Why are we even fighting?

We're in the same
line of business.

Y-you're wrong. I am?

Back in the day, I used to
hang around funeral homes,

Called myself a psychic.

Easy pickings -- I'd
steer those widows

All the way down the
street into my parlor

Didn't take me long to realize

That there was an even better
scam right there in front of me.

We bribe ministers to send
their flock to our open doors,

And then we
nickel-and-dime them

On everything from bad
coffee to parking spaces.

What are you getting at?

You keep quiet about
what you know,

And I'll make you
a very rich man.

2.5 million people die every
year in this country,

And your company
buries half of them.

I'd like you to sell me a few.

Okay, but you
don't understand.

Now, I-I personally have not

Brought in any acquisition
in weeks, so my bosses --

They already have
me on probation.

Probation?

Then you've got nothing to
lose, now, do you, honey?

How much money did you say?

How many clean names
can you get me?

Well, I mean, it's
not gonna be easy.

You know, they're
-- they're --

They're gonna notice any large
discrepancies in the database.

Start small -- 1,000.

But 100 -- I could do 100.

You know, but, uh, I --
uh, I would want cash.

I'll give you $500,000
for those names.

Yeah, uh, okay.

Um, I'll have those
identity documents for you

This afternoon.

Good.

I'm about to make you a
very happy man, Javier.

How the hell did
you get so many?

Do you want them or not?

Yeah, all of them.
I'll be by tonight.

Make sure you bring a
little extra cash.

$6,000 a name isn't
gonna cut it anymore.

Is that so?

I'm raising my
price to $10,000.

Start packing.

We're gonna make more
money in one day

Than this family
has ever seen.

Bruja.

Well, there you go.

Fireproof chimney -- blocked
the metal detectors.

Gentlemen.

Hello.

$500,000, as promised.

Fantastic.

The identities now, please?

Oh, yes, the identities.

Thank you. Sure.

Javier, what are you doing?

Are those the identities you
mentioned -- $10,000 a pop?

Yes, Javier.
We agreed to meet later.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

See, I've decided not
to pay for them.

Just hand 'em over.

Javier, we had a deal.
Deal's off, chica.

Well...

You must be Darlene's source.

Now, see, I knew she
couldn't have gotten

Those identities herself.

Here -- here's the thing --
whatever's going on here

Is between you and
Darlene, okay?

It has nothing to do with us.

They're gone, boss.
They took the envelope.

That's okay. Let them go.

I think that our new friends
here can get us some more.

Yes. Yes, of course
we can get you more.

I mean, yeah, sure.

We don't have anything on
us right now, but maybe,

You know, why don't you
let us go and we will --

See, though, how do I
know you'll come back?

Oh.

Why don't I take
some collateral --

Make sure you stick
to your promise?

What collateral?

Nate! Nate! Nate!

Nate! What?

Look at me. Are you all right?

Get up. Get up slow.

Ahh.

I heard it go bad
over the comms.

But by the time I got here,
everybody cleared out.

Where's Hardison?

Hardison? Hardison!

Hey.

Los soldados --
mexican drug cartel.

They move cocaine across
the border into the U.S.

That's what Javier is
using Darlene's, uh,

Stolen identities for.

Got it.

Okay.

Ohh.

Wakey, wakey.

Where am I?

Well, see for yourself.

Listen. Listen up, 'cause I'm
only gonna say this once.

You use this phone
to call your friend.

Tell him to bring the
identity documents

To the baseball diamond on the
corner of Sycamore and 3rd.

You tell him to place the
envelope under home base.

Once I have the documents,

Then we can talk --

That is...

If you're still alive.

And...

I said take me with you.

Yeah, I know. Stop it.
I said I'd be there for backup.

Will you stop with the "I told you so"?
We got to find Hardison.

Same as before? Uh-huh.

Same as before. All right.

Hello?

Hello?

P-Parker? Parker.

Guys.

Hardison, where are you?

Um, I think --

I think I'm in one of
Darlene's coffins.

I-I don't -- I don't
have my earbud.

I think Javier took it.

Um, he -- he left me a phone,
but it's -- it's old-school.

There's no GPS, so
you can't track me.

Okay, Hardison, listen.

Uh, now, Javier must have

wanted you to contact
us to arrange a trade.

Did you get his number?
Yeah, yeah.

Texting it right now.

Look, if you still
have reception,

Then you can't be buried that
deep, if you're buried at all.

I-I don't know where I am.

30 minutes' of oxygen
in that box, Nate.

Okay, Hardison, listen to me.

The important thing
is to stay calm.

We are going to find you.

Why not just give Javier
the fake identities?

They're of no value.

It wouldn't work.
Uh, Hardison, just hold on one second.

P-Parker? Nate? Somebody?

Some--

No, Javier will let Hardison
suffocate just to, you know,

Tie up that loose end.

No, no. We have to -- we
have to find Hardison first,

And then we'll
deal with Javier.

The cartel left
20 minutes ago.

Now, they have a coffin
in the backseat.

They're definitely not gonna
go above the speed limit.

Take it off the mute.

Hardison, uh, you're
definitely, uh, uh, buried,

Uh, in the radius of
the funeral home.

We're gonna check
it out right now.

There's over four dozen areas
of open field there --

Golf courses, playgrounds
-- you name it.

But it's broad daylight.

Javier's not gonna bury a
casket in a soccer field.

Hardison's in a cemetery.
You got open graves, back hoes.

I'm where?

Oh, sweet mother mercy.

Which one?

All right, Hardison, listen,
we need your help in tracking.

Can you smell anything?

Do -- do you have
pressure in your ears?

Wait, wait.

It's water.

It's wa-- it's --
it's -- it's water.

It's water. Do you hear that?

Can -- can you -- can you --
can you hear that's water?

It's -- it's like
it's all around me.

It's like it just turned on,
like a switch or something.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Okay, it just --
it turned off.

You heard that, right?

Sprinklers -- he
ain't that deep.

You know what else
I bet he can hear?

Where is he?

Where -- where's who?

The guy with the gun?
There's no guy with a gun.

It's a guy with a heart attack.
You called about a heart attack.

Dispatch said a gun.

I didn't call anybody!

Okay, Parker, have
Hardison tell us

As soon as he can hear sirens.

Hardison?

Par...Parker?

Hard...

Parker?

Parker?

Hardison, can you hear me?

Hardison?

Sophie, he's losing it.
He needs you.

Parker, listen to me.

You've spent a disproportionate
amount of your life

In air ducts.

You, more than anyone, know how
to control your breathing.

He doesn't need me
-- he needs you.

Parker?

Parker?

Hardison? Hardison.

Okay, Hardison, I need
you to calm down.

Listen to me.

Okay, take a deep breath in.

Okay, good. Now let it out.

Okay, c-come on. Come on.

You got to do this
with me, okay?

Okay, here we go.
Let's do this together, okay?

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

Good.

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

Good. Okay, good.

There you go.

Parker, don't
Don't get off the phone.

Please, I...
I don't want to be alone again.

I'm not getting off this phone

until we get you out
of there, okay?

Okay, this is it
Old glenport cemetery.

Make a right.

Okay, Hardison, can
you hear anything?

No, no, nothing.

Okay, stay calm.

You're doing great.
You're doing great.

One down, three to go.

Wait... wait-wait...
wait-wait!

I hear something.
I hear something.

Okay, good.

Is it- I-Is it an ambulance
or a police car?

Ambulance! Ambulance!

He's here! He's here.
Stoneshire cemetery!

Okay, we're on our way.
We're on our way.

Hang in there. We're close.
We're right here.

Let's see what
Javier is up to.

Did you make the drop-off yet?

Where are the
identity documents?

Hello?

Why did you just do that?

I wanted to see if I could hear
the ambulance siren. I could.

Sophie, Javier is
watching over Hardison.

Now, go to the back
of the cemetery.

We'll distract him.

This will be interesting.

Where the hell
did you get that car?

It's a rental.

How did you find us?

I believe the rest of you guys
are at the drop, waiting to kill me?

I want my documents.

I want my colleague.

Oh, hmm. Eliot.

What the hell's an Eliot?

Look for a grave with
fresh dirt on it!

We don't have time
to dig them all.

All right.

Look for clues
Footprints, anything.

P- Parker.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Want some?

Hardison.

Hardison!

Parker. Parker. Parker, stop.

Stop.

You're standing right
above me, Parker.

Just... Do you have that -

That m-metal
detector I gave you?

Yeah, why?

Just - Just dig.

Sophie! He's over here!

Hardison. Dig!

Nate, behind you!

Guys?

Guys?

What do we do?

Working on it.

You guys go that way
I go this way!

No, no, get down! No, Parker!

Hardison.

Hardison, if you can hear
me, take a deep breath,

as deep as you can,
and hold it.

I know you can do this.

Hardison.

Hardison...
You have to make it through this...

Because...

Because you're my
friend, and I need you.

Do you hear me, alec?

I need you!

Hardison!

Move to your left.

Nate.

Hey, welcome to the
land of the living.

Never do that again, man.

Don't do that again.

Cool.

I won't.

All right.

Your father's money
and a little extra

to take care of those
credit-card fees.

Now, we're working on finding
Darlene's other victims

so we can return their
money, as well.

But this is incredible.

I don't know how we
could ever thank you.

What you did was amazing.

I mean, if you hadn't
come to us for help, uh,

the Wicketts would have
continued hurting other people.

Your father would be
very proud of you.

You just keep living that life
That's thanks enough.

What about Darlene?

All right.

Well, these
funeral-director licenses

all seem in order, Mrs.
Jackson.

I'll go ahead and get
these processed.

Cheer up.
We've been through worse.

Ma'am? Would you
come with us, please.

Excuse me? What is this about?

What do you want me
to do with these?

The Wicketts need new identities
each time they go on the run.

Those are them. Get a copy.

So, you're Emily Jackson?

Of course I am.

Well, sweetheart, according
to the computer,

you died five years
ago in Massachusetts.

Oh, uh, we've taken
care of Darlene.

So Javier got away
with those identities?

Yep.

Just as planned.

Same as before.

All right.

Now, with those
forged identities,

he's probably back in mexico,

getting ready to
move drugs up north.

Now, do you think he had any idea
that your earbud was GPS-trackable?

Probablemente, no.

No. No.

Put me in a coffin.
Here it comes to you.

Got something for you.

Boom. Evidence.

Get it, get it,
get it, get it.

Is that really necessary?

The man put me in
a coffin, Nate.

A damn coffin. That's true.

Mm-hmm. Ain't corn.

Welcome to Texas.

Right here, above your head.

I- I never would have made
it through that without you.

You know that, right, Parker?

Oh, that's not true.

Anyone can learn to
hold their breath.

Thanks for not hanging up
the phone.

Yeah.