All language subtitles for Tracker_2024_S03E09[_19505]_Legendas01.ENG

(birdsong)

What the hell?

* *

Come on, Charlotte.
Settle down.

Who's that?

(groaning)

-MEL: Hey, Reenie.
-Hey, good morning.

Is that the Barlow file?

Yeah, I was just
reviewing the deposition.

Well, is it good or bad?

'Cause if it's bad, I'm gonna
need this morning coffee first.

It's bad.

For opposing counsel.

-Go on.
-Yeah.

Uh, so, Barlow said that

he was in Boston
right before Philly.

Lawyer makes a joke
about Boston,

and that's when Barlow says
that he was only there

for the marathon, to run it

for, like, a bucket list
kind of thing.

At the same time he was
supposed to be on disability.

-Exactly.
-Good catch.

Yeah. I can call some PIs,
see if they can find out more

on why Barlow was in Boston.

But, uh, the two that you had
in your contacts--

one, the email bounced back,

-and the other one is dead.
-Oh, great.

-Mm-hmm.
-Wait.

Colter's visiting someone
who would be great for this.

John Keaton,
ex-cop that helped Colter

with a serial killer case.

I mean, I've reaching out
to him before

and he hasn't responded, but...

Well, maybe he's not interested?

Oh, more like he's really bad
at follow through.

(scoffs) Well, I-I'll look into
some backups just in case.

Okay, great.

(phone vibrates)

Hey, Reenie.

REENIE:
Hey, are you in Tacoma yet?

Yep, I'm here.
Got here last night.

-How's Keaton doing?
-I have

no idea.
I haven't seen him.

Said he wanted to meet me here,
had something to run by me.

Uh, well, say hi to him for me
and tell him

-I've got some PI work for him
if he's interested.
-Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I mean, it's nothing
special, just the basic stuff.

Yeah, yeah, no, I'll...

Oh, you know what,
he's-he's here right now.

I'll, uh, I'll let him know.
I got to go. Bye.

Hey.

-Thanks for coming, man.
-Of course. Yeah, absolutely.

-Morning, Paula.
-Morning.

What can I get for you?

I'll do the, uh...

Well, pancakes, of course,
and I'll do scrambled eggs.

-Sure thing.
-Thanks.

-You want your usual?
-KEATON: Yep.

Crispy bacon, end to end,
not overcooked.

One flip on the eggs,
20 seconds, that's it.

I already know, hon.

Bears repeating.

(Paula chuckles)

You know,
one of these days,

I'm-a serve you
some of that vegan bacon.

-Oh...
-Mm-hmm.

(both chuckle)

Sorry, it's just
a little thing we do.

No, it's cute.

-(sighs)
-So, what's up?

-Well, nothing really, I just...
-Well, it's something, right?

You dragged me
all the way out here.

Why don't you get the business
out of the way,

and we can enjoy
our crispy bacon.

(chuckles): All right. Uh...

My old partner on the force,
Nat Dobbs--

I can't find him.

Well, when was the last time
you heard from him?

Couple days ago.

Supposed to help him drop
a fuel pump in his Chevy, but...

he mentioned something
he wanted to run by me,

but I didn't make
anything of it.

I went to his house
and he wasn't there.

No calls, no text.

Hmm.
So, what are you thinking?

Well, let's just say he doesn't
have the best taste in women.

-Uh, he's a nice guy, too nice.
-Mm.

Kind of a sucker
with the ladies.

Uh, always had a thing
for the broken ones.

Used to be a thing
when we were working,

where he'd bust some asshat,

feel bad for the asshat's girl,

and, two weeks later,
I'm fetching him out of

some no-name motel
after she's maxed out his cards.

Oh, no. All right. Mm.

-Did you go down
the bad girlfriend angle?
-Yeah.

His two latest winners
haven't seen him, either.

I'm afraid he met someone

and got himself into trouble.

Not sure what I'm asking,
I just... (sighs)

Dobbs, he's saved my ass
in the field

a few times,
and you know how that is.

I know how it is, yeah.

Maybe it's nothing, but...
(sighs)

I got a bad feeling,
and you were in the area.

No need to say another word.

I got your back.
I'll help you with it.

-Thanks, man.
-PAULA: All right.

Here we go.

Thank you.

PAULA:
You're very welcome.

-Enjoy it.
-Will do.

Well, these look good, Paula.

Of course they do,
you pain in the ass.

(Colter chuckles)

He's trouble, you know.

Good trouble, but trouble.

Huh.

Paula likes you.

Already been
through the place once.

(door opens)

Not a lot of crime around here,
so he leaves the doors unlocked.

But, uh, but this one back here
was slid open.

Could be he had to leave
in a hurry.

Maybe. Anything else amiss
besides the door?

Nope.

(chuckles)

That was taken
at my retirement party.

He keep a hand in?
After retirement?

As much as we all do.

It's kind of hard to let it go.

-Mention anything specific?
-No.

I got my guy running
a trace on his phone

-and his car.
Maybe we get lucky.
-Thanks.

Used to be I could

call in some favors
for something like that,

but now this new breed--

everything's by the book.

-Lives alone, I'm guessing.
-Yeah.

You feed the cat?

I haven't seen it.

One of those
indoor-outdoor creatures,

but that's a really good idea.

-Keaton.
-Yeah?

Look at that.
That mean anything to you?

No.

It's from three days ago.

Home invasion gone bad.

Okay. Yeah, ripped
out of the newspaper.

Why would he have
any interest in this?

Like I said, it's hard
to put the badge down.

(phone vibrates)

-Randy, what do you got?
-I got that info

on Keaton's old partner.
Where do

-you want to start?
-Was hoping you could

tell me the location
of the phone

-or the car.
-Phone's offline,

but, of course,
I got the last known location.

When?

Two days ago.
He turned off his

tracking services
and then phone goes off line.

That's not good.

Send it to me.

* *

(truck door closes)

The hell was he doing here?

Yeah. I had my guy
send me everything he could

about the shooting
of that farmer.

Dobbs ever mention
Clive Sherman?

-No.
-No. Okay.

Must've been important to him.

He came here
the day after the murder.

Then his phone goes dark
and he vanishes.

This report says
some electronics were taken

along with some antique guns.

Well, that could be drug addicts
looking for an easy score.

Old man confronts them,

they shoot him,
grab what they can.

Mm-hmm.

Doesn't explain why Dobbs
was here, though, right?

Murder took place over here,
by this fence line.

-KEATON: Do you see something?
-Maybe.

Guy's a dairy farmer.

Yeah.

Why is there a brand-new
excavator over there?

See that? Looks like it came in
from this road.

There's no mention of
a field search in this file.

No, there's not, so here's
what I'm thinking, right?

The... They wait for the police
to finish an investigation

before they start
searching the property.

You think Dobbs?

Think maybe.

Lot of foot traffic
going this way.

Yeah.

The ground here
is a little more compacted.

You're right.

Somebody was waiting to dig.

One way to find out.

There's no key.

(engine starts)

*

Son of a bitch.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

(grunts)

That's not Dobbs.

Oh, man.

Another body over here.
There could be dozens.

Wasn't a robbery gone wrong.

Whoever shot that farmer
knew about these bodies.

Dobbs came out here
looking around and...

someone must've grabbed him.

Maybe his body's
out here somewhere.

-We got to call this in.
-(exhales)

(muffled): Mm-mmm.

* *

(knife clatters on table)

Aah!

Who sent you out to that farm?

No one.

I don't believe you.

I-I saw it in the papers.

Tell me where they are.

I don't know
who you're talking about, man.

Don't waste my time.

One more time.
Who knows?

I don't know.

-(crackling)
-(screaming)

* *

KEATON:
Detective Simms.

Any sign of Dobbs?

No. Freshest body's
from a week ago.

One of the ones
that you unearthed.

The others date back
more than six months.

How many bodies
you found so far?

SIMMS:
At least ten.

Probably gonna find a lot more.

Looks like this was
someone's body dump.

So, Keaton, you said
you came out here looking for

-your old partner?
-Yeah.

Tracked his phone here.

As one does.

-It's sort of
what I do, actually.
-This is Colter Shaw.

He, uh, helped me find
that serial shooter

-in Snoqualmie National Forest.
-SIMMS: Oh, yeah.

Heard about that.

-So why the hell was Dobbs here?
-KEATON: I'm not sure,

but guessing it has something
to do with these bodies.

Maybe he was investigating.

Dobbs is retired. He shouldn't
be investigating anything.

What can I say?
Old habits die hard.

So, the farmer that lived here--

you thinking he's
some kind of serial killer?

If he was,
he liked targeting criminals.

Three of the bodies we ID'd
so far have long rap sheets.

You find out
who shot the farmer?

No.

Okay.

Uh, it's sort of a coincidence,
isn't it?

They'd pick someone
with a body farm,

shot execution-style, right?

Y-You know what, I appreciate
all your help so far,

but I'm gonna need you both
to stay out of this now, okay?

I'm not gonna stop
looking for my old partner.

-And I wouldn't expect you to.
-(phone vibrates)

Hello.

(chuckles)

Well, if it isn't
Police Commissioner Ross Bogart.

Well, sure thing,
just tell me when.

All right,
I'll-I'll see you soon.

I'm being summoned downtown.

-By the commissioner?
-It-It'll be fine.

He's a good guy.
We go way back.

Eh, probably just
wants my input.

REENIE:
So, I ran

the names on the bodies
that the cops ID'd,

and they don't really
have a clear connection

other than the fact that
none of them are gonna win

citizen of the year,
if you know what I mean.

What about the dead farmer,
Clive Sherman?

Oh, Randy's here.

He's been looking into it.

Colter.

So, our boy Sherman's
a pretty boring guy

if you don't count
the mass grave on his property,

but I've been digging
a little deeper.

Looking at his financials.

He's got huge deposits into
his bank account every month.

Fifty Gs, sometimes 100.

A lot for a dairy farmer, right?

That's what I was saying.

And it's no surprise
where it's coming from.

It's a shell company
called Oak Park Holdings.

-Can you see who's behind it?
-Yep.

Booyah. Got a name.

Zhan Menassian.

Armenian crime boss who runs
the south end of Tacoma.

REENIE:
I've heard of this guy.

Colter, he's not someone
you want to mess with him.

Okay. So...

Menassian, what, he's paying
this farmer to bury the bodies?

Maybe the farmer
wants to renegotiate,

threatens to talk?

So he got whacked.

And then Dobbs
stumbled upon the secret.

Which would explain
his disappearance.

REENIE:
You're not just gonna

walk up on him.

Yeah, man,
by the looks of it,

Menassian's got his stuff
on lock.

I'll walk up to someone
close to him.

Can you find me an in?

RANDY:
I can do that.

(typing)

Okay, Menassian's got a nephew
and it's his driver.

Okay.

You find where the car is now?

Sure.

Boom.
Just sent you the address.

All right, got it.

BOGART:
So, this dude's hiding

between this, uh, Caddy

and this water truck,
right?

And he thinks that he's lost me.

But what he doesn't know is

that I can see his reflection
right there in the Caddy.

So I wait
for this guy to pop out,

and I grab the son of a bitch,

and all of a sudden,
I swear to God...

(chuckles)
he drops down on his knees

and he starts to pray.

And now I don't know what to do,

so I just
let the poor guy finish

and I put the cuffs on him.

-(officers laugh)
-(chuckles): What could I do?

KEATON:
You left out the part

where you took him to St. Mary's
on the way.

Well, I had to let him confess.

Get right with God, you know?

All right, story time's over.
Come on.

(chuckles)

You still keeping clean, Keaton?

Oh, not like you.

Big-shot commissioner now.

Hell, I bet you're doing Pilates
with the mayor.

Well, Pilates is good
for the core.

You, uh, may need
to try it sometime.

What? I only put on ten pounds
since I retired.

-Okay, maybe 15.
-(chuckles)

-Thanks for coming down.
-No problem.

-Happy to help.
-Yeah.

Tell me again, how did you
stumble into all of this?

We were looking for Dobbs.

-Who's the "we"?
-Uh, Colter Shaw.

Yeah, Shaw. I ran him.

Are you sure
you can trust this guy?

With my life.

Oh. So, back to Dobbs.

Well, he was looking into that
dairy farmer got killed.

We tracked his phone location,

and that's
when we found the bodies.

-This is gonna be a mess.
-I'm aware.

Y-You got any idea who's
involved in that, uh, body farm?

Yeah. Zhan Menassian.

-(sighs)
-We think that the Russian mafia

is making a move
on the Armenians.

That's why
they hit the-the farmer,

to expose
Menassian's dumping ground.

Oh. It's gonna get ugly.

Yeah, well, this is
why I'm putting my best guys

on the search for Dobbs.

But, listen,

I need you to step aside
and leave this one alone.

-I-I don't want you
getting hurt out there.
-Oh, come on, Ross.

Look, look, I know
it's not in your nature,

but I'm asking you,
please try hard.

I...

Can you at least
tell me what you find?

You'll be my first call.

KEATON:
Just had a chat with my old pal.

-COLTER: And?
-He told me to stand down.

He thinks this is a turf war

between some Russian gangsters
and a local crime boss,

Menassian.

Yeah, I got the same name.

Actually headed to meet him now.

Well, how the hell'd
you manage to set that up?

I'll explain later.

Call you back
after I talk to him.

(hangs up)

* *

(speaking indistinctly)

-Don't...
-Aw...

do that.

Hand it over.

Very good.

You're making
a big mistake, bro. You know

-whose car this is?
-Zhan Menassian.

Then you know
you're a dead man.

Call your uncle.

-You're crazy.
-Call him now.

-And say what?
-You set up a meeting.

-No bodyguards.
-How am I supposed to do that?

I don't know, that's
your problem. Call him.

(line ringing)

Okay. Take me to him.

-Let's go.
-(hangs up)

(engine starts)

His bodyguards
won't be far away.

I'll be on the lookout
for 'em, then.

What?

It's not supposed to be open.

Let's go.

Go on.

(latch clicks)

Call him.

Uncle Zhan?

Joey! Help! (grunts)

* *

(line ringing)

Yo, Colt, find that nephew?

Yep, and Zhan Menassian
shot dead.

Mm! What?

Damn.

There's got to be
security cameras in here, right?

Okay, hold on, man.

All right, uh...

All right,
I got your location.

Let me see what I can find.

Need to know who else was here.

Bad news, bro.

It's black boxed.
I got

nada coming in or out.

Hold on a second.
I got a camera here.

It's hardwired.

Be a way to tap into
this thing, right?

I'm gonna see where it leads.

Hey, man, you got to
get out of there.

Need more time.

Find anything?

Eh, got something.

(lock beeps)

Colter, I'm not kidding, man.
You got to get out of there.

They'll be coming
to check on their boss.

Yeah.
Moving as fast as I can.

All right.

Found the security system.
What am I looking for?

Uh, router, junction box.

-Got it.
-Okay.

On the back there should be
serials, MAC addresses.

Hey, man, you know what,
just take pics,

send 'em to me and get
the hell out of there, man.

(indistinct chatter)

(keypad beeping)

(lock clicks)

(door closes)

Hey.

Hey.
What the hell's going on?

Menassian was executed.

Here, look at this.

Randy, I'm here with Keaton.

All right.
Hooking you into my feed.

And... we're a go.

-Menassian.
-Yeah, just wait for it.

Dobbs.

What the hell?

(sighs)
And then he took his phone.

What the...
None of this makes any sense.

Hold on a second.
Can you play that back?

Right there. Stop.

What is that right there
on the window--

what is that, a reflection?

Uh, yep.
Right there with you.

Can you blow it up?

Uh-huh.

You're kidding me.

What? Who is it?

Lang.

Emile Lang.

Contract killer.
Ruthless.

I-I thought he was dead.

Okay. Emile Lang.

He's been off the map for
five years after killing a cop

at the Vortex nightclub.

And then, poof, he was gone.

Theory was somebody killed him.

Why the hell resurface now?

Maybe the Russians found him,
hired him to move on Menassian.

Then why use Dobbs?

Lang must've grabbed him
at the farm or...

-Maybe they're working together.
-Mm, no way.

No, Lang works alone.
Cold, uh, e-efficient.

There's got to be something
we're missing here.

Randy, Dobbs has
Menassian's phone.

Right?
Is it still pinging?

Hold on.

Oh, hell yeah, it is.
Wooded area south of you.

Got it.
Okay, let's go.

KEATON:
I don't get

why Lang's holding onto Dobbs.

I mean, what's he need him for?

Anything about Dobbs
you're not sharing with me?

What do you mean?

I know you guys were partners.

-People have secrets.
-Hey.

You don't know the guy.

Not ready to go there yet.

(sighs)

Let's go find him.

Definitely close.

Got something here.

Dobbs?!
(grunting)

-I got him.
-Dobbs?!

Don't move. Don't move.

(groaning)

Oh, man, it's bad, isn't it?

He's in shock
from all the blood loss.

-You got a first aid kit?
-It's in my trunk.

All right, I'm gonna go get it
and call 911.

Dobbs. Hey.

-Hey.
-(weakly): It was Lang.

H-He killed... the farmer.

Who's he working for, huh?
The Russians?

Not... Russians.

W-Well, who was it, then?

Who's is this?

Menassian's.

I tried.

I'm sorry.

(Keaton mutters)

Dobbs?

Dobbs? Come on, buddy, wake up.

Wake up.
(grunts)

COLTER:
All right.

KEATON:
Hey, wake up!

You got a pulse?

COLTON:
He's gone.

* *

Dobbs wanted us to...

look at Menassian's phone.

We don't have time for that.

This accident
just happened, right?

Lang can't be too far.

-Can you call it in?
-Yeah.

You find Lang, you let me know.

He killed Dobbs.

I'll let you know.

-Just call it in, okay?
-Will do.

I'm gonna go look for him.

Yes.

Retired Detective John Keaton.

Got an MVA and a homicide

south of Tacoma.

* *

-You okay, man?
-Get out of the way.

-(gasps)
-I'm not gonna say it again.

Yeah, just take it.

(line ringing)

I wanted you to hear it from me.

-BOGART: Yeah.
-Dobbs is dead.

-What are you talking about?
-Emile Lang resurfaced.

What do you mean, "resurfaced"?

Lang is the one
who shot the farmer.

Dobbs figured it out,
tried to stop him

-got killed.
-The Russians must've hired him.

-Dobbs said it wasn't them.
-Okay, well, then

the best I have to go on
is that Lang

is taking down Menassian's
operation and somebody

paid him to do it.
Any units out there yet?

-Yeah, Simms is here already.
-Okay, good, I'm heading

over there myself.
I want you to sit tight.

Hey. (sighs)

I'm sorry about Dobbs.

Yeah. Me too.

I didn't work with him
for very long,

but he was a good guy.

(phone vibrates)

I'm... I'm sorry,
I got to take this.

Please.

Hey, Colter.
You find Lang?

COLTER:
No.

Not yet. He's injured.

-Think he made it to the road.
-(phone vibrates)

Any idea where he went?

Maybe.
Figured he's gonna need a car.

I had Randy look into it.

Looks like there was
a gray Honda

that was carjacked
not too far from here.

Well, that's got to be him.

That's what I'm thinking.

I have Randy sending me
the location now.

Okay, sit tight, I'm coming

to pick you up.

-Yep.
-(hangs up)

(entry bells chime)

Hi.

Can I help you, sir?

Are you okay?

Got banged up on my motorcycle,
hit a deer.

-(scoffs)
-Gosh, I'm sorry.

Yeah, got to clean up

before I get
to my mom's house, or she...

-Oh. (weak chuckle)
-she's gonna
have a heart attack.

Hmm.

First, I got to take care
of the deer.

Need a, um, a plastic tarp
and some duct tape.

Yeah, we have them
right over here.

And I'm gonna need a rifle.

Put the poor thing
out of its misery.

How you holding up?
You all right?

Processing.
But... good.

Still trying to understand
what Dobbs was caught up in.

People are complicated.

We can't possibly know
everything about them.

-Hmm.
-Even if you did...

At least

he tried to stop Lang.

But from what?

-What do the police say?
-Bogart thinks

it's the Russians,
told him it wasn't, but...

they're gonna do what they do
until they reach a dead end

or figure Lang's next move.

-Our way's faster.
-Yeah.

Supposed to wait back there
for Bogart but, uh,

-this is more important.
-(phone vibrates)

I got something from Randy here.

All right, looks like
that carjacked Honda's

back on the move again,
headed towards

this lake right here.

Let's go.

(doorbell rings)

I'll get it.

(vacuum stops)

Sorry to bother you.

We have a report
of a neighborhood gas leak,

need to check your lines.

Okay.

I, uh, I don't know where...

Usually in the basement.

Down the hall.
First door on your right.

(phone vibrates)

I think we should have a talk.

Randy says this house belongs
to an accountant, Bradley Weitz.

KEATON:
What is Lang doing here?

I don't see
the Honda he highjacked.

Got to be here somewhere.

(indistinct chatter on TV)

(whimpering)

It's okay.
I'm here to help you.

-Who are you?
-The housekeeper.

Okay. Anything?

Rest is clear.

This man, Lang, was he here?

He tied me up.

He took my boss
out to the garage.

Out in the back.

-You go. I got this.
-He's gonna take care of you.

Okay? Okay.

(Keaton grunts)

What did Lang want?

He kept asking where she was.

Uh, someone called
Cassie Lindstrom.

Does your boss know the name?

I don't know,
but she's not here.

(thud in distance)

-That's him!
-Shh.

Go in the bathroom.
Lock the door. Go. Do it now.

-Go, go, go.
-Okay.

* *

* *

(engine starts)

-Keaton.
-(tires screech)

-(groaning)
-Keaton.

-Hey!
-I'm okay.

It was Lang.
(groans) I'm okay.

-I'm okay. Go get him.
-No, no, he's already gone.

Hang on, buddy.

Damn.

Keat...

Keaton?

Keaton? Hey. Hey!

Come on, buddy.

Okay, come on.

Come back to me, buddy, come on.

-Come on.
-(groans) Stop that!

-Ow!
-Yes, got to get you
to the hospital.

Okay? Come on. On three,
here we go. One, two, three.

-Come on. Here we go.
-(grunting)

(sighs)

Hey, are you able
to reach Colter?

He's not answering my calls.

RANDY:
Let's try him.

(line rings)

It's Colter.
Leave a message.

-(voicemail beeps)
-Okay.

Come on, let's look for him.

(typing)

Boom, there he is.
He's on the move.

He's probably just got
bad cell coverage.

I keep telling him
to get a signal booster,

but he don't listen to me.

-Reenie, what is it?
-It... (sighs)

I did some digging
into Menassian after you found

the payments he made
to the dead farmer, and

he had an old shell company
that was shut down six years ago

-due to fraud.
-Okay.

I mean, it's not a big shock.

Yeah, well, then I pulled
the records on the old company

and found some
pretty notable transfers.

Look.

RANDY:
Clive Sherman, the farmer.

-Oldie but goodie.
-Yeah, keep looking.

Nat Dobbs?

Keaton's old partner was
on the take from Menassian?

-Yeah.
-You got to be kidding me.

And I'm seeing a lot of numbered
accounts with no names on 'em.

Yeah, I think a lot of these
people are still on the take

from the new shell company.

Okay. Okay.

Let's go down this rabbit hole.

-(Keaton coughing)
-COLTER: Come on, buddy.

(groaning, coughing)

Hey! Okay, hey. Listen to me.

Listen to me,
you're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be all right.

Hey, listen to me.

Hey, hey. Keaton?
Keaton, listen to me.

-(groans)
-I need your help
with something.

The housekeeper--
what else did she tell you?

Think. Think!

Lang's looking for...
Cassie Lindstrom.

-Lindstrom. Who's Lindstrom?
-Yeah.

Who is that?

(straining): Lindstrom's
the same name as the cop

who died at Vortex nightclub.

The one Lang
supposedly killed, right?

Right, Keaton?
Hey, hey, listen to me.

You hang on, buddy.

I'm s... I'm sorry
I got you into this.

-No.
-I'm sorry, man.

No! Hey. We're not done yet,
you understand?

We are not done yet.

Keaton, listen to me.

You want to get Lang? Hey!

You want to get Lang? Yeah?
-(weakly): Y-Yeah.

You hang on, okay?

You hang on.
Hang on, buddy.

You got this.

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