All language subtitles for Search Party (2016) - S03E09 - Irrefutable Evidence (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Ghost)_track3_[eng]

Oh.

Oh, my God.
That one!

- This one?
- Yes!

Oh, my gosh,
this is the suitcase!

- How much for this one?
-$80.

This is worth like $45 at
Montreal Lumber and Hardware.

- I give you $60.
- Fine, $60.

I'll take the suitcase
and the red Chanel--

Aah! Oh, my God!

I thought
that was a rat.

I'm sorry. I keep thinking
everything's a rat.

♪ Obedear, the sky is low ♪

♪ Watch fluent seamen
rig their rudders ♪

- Where's your little lawyer?
- I don't know.

She hasn't responded to my texts
all morning.

- Hey, Bob?
- Yeah?

What happened to
the young lady juror

who was in the front row?

She had to be replaced
with an alternate.

She was nuts.

She told everybody in the jury
that she was a goblin

and that she slept
with the judge,

the second chair prosecution...

and you.

Wow, that's crazy.

Hey, what happened
to that juror, the girl?

I'm so sorry.
I was beginning to worry
you were dead.

I am indeed not dead,
Your Honor.

And my deepest apologies
to the court.

Don't worry.
Something amazing is happening.

Your Honor
may I approach?

If you must.

Your Honor,
some crucial evidence

has come to my attention
as of this morning.

Well,
then we should recess.

Negative.
Sorry, Polly.

I have a witness who needs
to leave the country tonight

for some much needed R

May I emphasis
the word "urgency"?

Okay, proceed.

Yes.

Your Honor,
this stings.

Oh.

Excuse me, sir, could you
please put that out?

You're not allowed to smoke
on the bus.

Oh.
My mistake.

Would you like to tell the court
about your morning?

Well,
I took a bubble bath

and scrolled through some
pictures of myself in my 20s.

And then afterward,
I decided to clean the house.

And in the corner
of my closet,

where I often do not look,
something caught my attention.

Oh, and what was it
that caught your attention?

A large zebra-print
rollerboard suitcase

with a pull-out carrier handle,
neon pink trim,

and pitch-black lining.

Well, let's see it.

Double trouble.

Oh, my God!
These are identical.

Is this yours?

Oh, no.

I wouldn't be caught dead
in an airport

without
my Louis Vuittons.

I just love
how brown they are,

and you can smell that leather
for miles.

Has anyone other than my client,
Dory Sief,

lived with you
over this past year?

Sigh, no.

I'm going through some pretty
ugly divorce proceedings,

so, um, nobody really
wants to be around me.

So would it be safe to assume
that it belongs to my client,

your only house guest
this past year?

That's my best guess.

And I would just like
to remind the court

that there were
two pieces of luggage

purchased on that evening from
Montreal Lumber and Hardware.

One ended up in the ground--
sad face.

The other ended up
in Gail Patel's closet.

No, no,
stop, stop, stop!

Your Honor,
I object to so much.

This exhibit is being treated
as evidence.

And I'm sorry, but the defense
could have easily planted this.

And don't we agree that
the timing of this appearance

is beyond suspicious?

The timing of this incident
was not manipulated.

Ugh!
I don't do that.

It's called happenstance.

And, Your Honor,
she's just jealous.

Jealous? Please, I mean, of your
breast implants, maybe, but--

Oh, clutch the pearls.

But, uh, of your
legal strategies, no.

Your Honor, I would never
get breast implants.

Order!
Ladies, please.

Let's leave the female form
out of this.

I'm very sorry for
getting heated. My apologies.

But I think that this
is just too unbelievable.

Miss Danziger, you'll have
your chance to cross-examine.

And I shall not disappoint.

Don't worry, Polly.

I just have one more question,
and she's all yours.

Big girl.

So, seeing
these two suitcases,

what would you conclude?

I believe she brought
the suitcase back from Montreal,

left it, forgot about it,

and shouldn't be on trail
to begin with.

Thank you, Gail.

I mean, right?

No further questions,
Your Honor.

And I just want to say,
Mommy says hi.

- Oh, she's the best.
- She is, kind of.

She's all yours, Jiggles.

I'm Jiggles?

Sit down, Wiggles.

Miss Patel, is it fair to say
that before this morning,

you have never noticed this loud
zebra-print suitcase

in the corner of your closet, right?

Yes, that is correct, but that
doesn't mean it wasn't there...

Okay, shh, shh, shh.
...because I don't
organize my own--

Shh, shush.
Shut-- Shut the hole.

So we don't know for a fact
how long or not long

this was residing
in your closet, do we, now?

I have no way of knowing
what's in my home ever.

So we don't even know
if this is even from Montreal.

Oh, well, actually,
I-I opened it,

and inside,
there is a book of matches.

It-- It says
"Lait Rouge Bar Canadien."

And I looked it up.

I did a little translating,
and it is a bar in Canada.

Yeah?! Oh, my God.
I like yummy food, too.

What?
How?

Matches.

Call the cavalry.

There's matches
and nothing else.

And I'm sorry, but why
are we being persuaded

to substantiate this
as evidence?

Because this is just
smoke and mirrors.

Attention!
Attention!

Dory Sief is a murderer!

A murderer!

I have evidence that
she murdered Keith Powell

and then murdered
my twin sister, April Canyon!

Judge Hellerman: Order!

Security, remove this woman
out of my courtroom immediately!

Somewhere out there
exists a cassette tape

with a confession
recorded on it.

And my sister wrote about this
in her journal before she died!

Proving all of it!

Get her out of here!

Find the tape!

Find the tape!

Wasn't there a tape?

When Dory was arrested, didn't
she have a cassette tape on her?

Yeah, there was,
but she tried to destroy it.

We tried to listen to it,
but it's too damaged to play.

Fix it!

My name is June Canyon,

and my sister
is April Canyon,

and she has been missing
since June 15th.

I now believe her to be dead, as
I hold in my hands her journal,

which details
how she had evidence

that Dory Sief and Drew Gardner
murdered Keith Powell

and how she intended
to meet Dory Sief

on the Staten Island Ferry
at 9:00 p.m. that night

to trade a tape

that had Dory and her friends'
confession on it.

I will now read
the journal entry.

"Serapoakokeena
kapahestiloloba."

Sorry, what--
what language is this?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I should have said.

This is a language only
my sister and I can understand.

It's our twin language.

She's crazy.
I'm a twin.

That is not
a real language.

"Bareemotopaskatichi."

Roughly translated means, "If
I do not return, that motopa,"

which there really isn't
a word for in English,

but essentially, it's, pardon
me, but, "bitch killed me.

In which case, please dredge
the Hudson River."

Where you goin', sugar?

Hugget.

Why the hell
is a city boy like you

looking to get
to Hugget for?

Well, I am indeed
a Hugget boy, ma'am.

Well, then get on in,
darlin'.

So luckily,
the journal

was nothing but
indecipherable ramblings.

But is there anything else
we need to know?

No.

Is there a tape?

No.
Absolutely not.

Oh, my God. Yes.
Yes, there's a tape.

Of course
there's a tape.

If it comes to light,
would it be bad news for us?

No.

I mean,
there's nothing on it.

It would be
terrible news.

Okay, in light
of today's chaos,

I think that this is grounds
for a mistrial.

I'm gonna start all over.

Next year, we'll add in
a plea of self-defense.

No.

We're doing well, right?

So why would we
backpedal?

I would be able to build
a much better case story

now that I know
the truth.

And what do you mean
"the truth"?

What do you mean
"the truth"?

Okay, yeah,
so we mistrial.

If we start over, can Dory and I
be tried separately this time?

- What?
- Hey, um...

Just to be honest
with everyone,

I might not be alive
in one year.

What, Bob?

I'm so sorry
to hear that.

It'll probably work out.

I'm throwing a lot of money
at it.

When I was a kid, I...

liked the color of the paint
on the wall,

and I used to lick it and chew
on it and eat the paint chips,

'cause it was lead paint.

So now I'm paying for it.

Damn paint.

As of this moment,
I envision Chantal's Castle

to be located
in the heart of Midtown.

Chantal's Castle must be
in the shape of a heart

from a bird's-eye view.

It's imperative.

Let me tell you what I love
about this girl.

She has a vision,
and she's ready to do the work.

I'm gonna trust
you've done your homework.

I don't want this to turn out
to be another Pelican Islands.

Oh, no, no, no!

Chantal
is the perfect funnel.

Well, you think you can create
a castle in 33 days?

Where there's a will,
there's a way.

Oh, so tell me,
would you be willing

to accept incognito funding
from offshore accounts--

the Caymans,
for instance?

Oh, I would never
build a business

based on discrimination.

Chantal's Castle will house
all races of women.

Will...

I think
we're in business.

Well, my dear...

welcome to your castle.

Wait.
Does that mean I get the money?

I get my castle?

Oh, my God.

I'm a princess!

I'm finally a princess!

Oh, my God.

Money.

How long's this gonna take?

Well, as I told you before,
this tape is stretched.

Well,
can you fix it or no?

I think I can.

Hello, my angels.

Hello.

Hello.

Hi.

Daddy's home.

Daddy's home.

So you've been
an audio technician

for, what,
40 years now?

14 years, ma'am.
I'm only 38 years old.

Oh, right.

And what, uh, repair work
did you do?

I reconstructed a portion
of this tape

that had been chewed up
by Dory Sief.

It was
significantly damaged,

but I managed
to piece it back together.

Can you briefly
tell the court

just what it is we're about
to hear on this recording today?

Yes, this is one of two
salvageable sections of the tape

featuring the voices
of Dory Sief and Drew Gardner

arguing over--
Bup, bup, bup, bup,
bup, bup, bup.

No spoilers.

Okay.

Um, can somebody
dim the lights

while I play this back, please?

Thank you.

We did it, though.

You have to admit
that we did what we did.

I know!
I know we murdered Keith, okay?

Well, well, well.

What you heard, folks,
is what we might call

evidence in its
most inarguable form.

Not some piece
of store-bought luggage

just dragged in here
at the last minute, no.

What you heard
was an accidental confession.

Would you mind repeating
the words in the recording

that you find
the most damning?

Um, sure.

"I know.

I know
we murdered Keith, okay?"

"We...

murdered...

Keith."

- I heard "pancake."
- What?

I beg your pardon?

I didn't hear
"murdered."

I heard "pancaked."

I actually heard
"pancake," too.

Your Honor,
I heard "pancaked" as well.

Miss Danziger, please play the
recording for the court again.

We did it, though.

You have to admit
that we did what we did.

I know!
I know we pancaked Keith, okay?

"I know we pancaked Keith,
okay?"

I heard it
that time, too.

But you didn't hear--
How many people heard "pancake"
this time?

The tape clearly states
"We murdered Keith."

I'm sorry.
I have to play it again.

I have to play it again.

Now, remember,
this is essentially

a confession to a murder!

I know!
I know we murdered Keith, okay?

Okay.

I-I don't know what
I'm supposed to write.

I heard "murdered,"
then I heard "pancaked,"

then I heard "murdered."

All right,
who hears "murdered"?

And who hears "pancaked"?

- Pancake!
- Pancaked, right?

I've never been so sure
of anything in my life.

I hear both.

- Pancake!
- Okay!

Let's just say that it was
"pancake," which it isn't.

But let's just say it is.

What does that even mean?

You can't pancake
a person, no.

You can.
I'm looking it up.

According to urbanlingo.net,
pancaking--

"a sexual act
in which a pancake

is wiped across
a person's asshole

and then slapped
against their titties

until one
or both partners comes."

Your Honor!

My clients are not on trial
for having sex with food!

Okay, all right.

I'm sorry.

I get it.
Folks, I get it.

This is fun. This is silly.
This is fun.

Okay, we're having a laugh,
a good time.

I need to bring everybody
back down to earth right now.

I need to bring you back down
to the ground!

May I also
remind the court...

...that this cassette has been
in the possession of a woman

that none of us have seen
hide nor hair of for four months

because she was probably
also murdered by Dory Sief!

Objection!

Your Honor,
this is dangerous speculation.

Judge Hellerman: Sustained.

And I'm sorry, Miss Danziger,

but in light of this confusion
and hysteria,

I find this evidence
to be inadmissible.

Strike it from the record.

You are
so friggin' lucky.

Hmm.

I told you there's nothing
on the tape.

Mama?

Eldad?

Why, I was not
expecting this.

I'm sorry
for leaving, Mama.

Oh, hush.

We was just glad you were
out there in the world, sugar.

You always was
the different one, anyway.

I think I may be
too different, Mama.

I can't be myself.

I can't just be.
I gotta invent.

Please, Mama,
tell me, why am I this way?

Did something awful happen to me
that I can't remember?

I need some sort of peace
so I can live with myself, Mama!

Well, there is
this one thing

I've always been scared
to tell you.

- Elliot Goss.
- Charlie Reeny.

- The network loves us.
- No!

It means
start thinking about

what kind of show
you want to make together,

because that's
what's going to happen.

Can you do dinner
in 30 minutes?

Yes,
but in like six hours.

Perfect.
I'll see you then.

Ladies and gentlemen,

you have exhibited patience,
focus, and

weathered some surprises
along the journey of this trial.

But [Clicks tongue] it's always
been my assumption-- Polly--

that you've never lost sight
of the truth behind this case.

Mommy, what?

I'm working.

Oh, my God.

Um, Dory.

What's going on?

Are you-- Are you feeling weird
about today?

You're fired.

Excuse me?

I don't want you
on this case anymore.

Oh.

Okay.

Well, um...

I'm sorry, but you're obviously
acting irrational right now.

I mean...

You don't believe me.

Dory...

no one believes you.

I didn't do it.

Okay.

Well, I don't have to
believe you.

I just need to do
the best damn job I can.

I can't have somebody
representing me

who doesn't believe me.

Okay, I believe you.

Look, don't do this.

Go home.

Get some sleep, okay,
and I'll forget all about this.

And, anyway, it's crazy

to try to replace me
right before the verdict.

I'm not replacing you.

I'm sorry, what--
what do you mean?

I will be
representing myself.

So...

It was nice
doing business with you.

Well, just so you know...

...I heard "murder."

♪ Well, I've never been
quite properly civilized ♪

♪ And it seems the situation
has come to a head ♪

♪ But if the only other option
is minding my manners ♪

♪ Let me tell you something,
mister ♪

♪ 'Cause I'd rather be dead ♪

♪ Oh, I, I ♪

♪ I've gone wild ♪