All language subtitles for Memory.of.a.Killer.S01E01

♪

♪ Home is where I want to be ♪

♪ Pick me up
and turn me round ♪

♪ I feel numb ♪

♪ Born with a weak heart ♪

♪ I guess I must be having fun ♪

♪ The less we say about it,
the better ♪

♪ Make it up as we go along ♪

♪ Feet on the ground
head in the sky ♪

♪ It's okay
I know nothing's wrong ♪

Hello.

You have to remember
to lock the door.

And good morning.

- WOMAN: Dad?
- Hey.

Hi. What's up?

I needed to borrow a vase.

Okay. That's fine.

Oh.
Those are for Mom's birthday?

Yes. Her favorite flowers.

I'm going to put them, uh,
on her headstone.

They're beautiful.

- 'Morning, beautiful.
- Hi.

Hi, Angelo. You're here early.

Yeah. I got a big day today.

I got to go to Rochester.

- Oh, cool.
- For what?

It's office supplies service
sales convention.

It's, uh--
I told you about this.

Don't you remember?

Right. Sorry. Baby brain.

Yeah.

I have my grant proposal

presentation today, too.

Well, that's outstanding.
How's it going?

Good. Really good.

I think I have a real shot
at this one, so--

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

What about you?
What are you up to today?

Um, classes in the morning,

and then parent-teacher
conferences all afternoon.

Maria, I'm so sorry.

I need the car today.
I completely forgot.

Well, I can take you to work.

- Really?
- Yeah.

That way I can spend more time
with my daughter.

When you're ready,
I'll meet you in the car.

- MARIA: Yeah.
- Good luck today.

Yeah. You, too. Sorry.

You got this.

- Love you.
- Good luck.

I know it's tough for me to be
away on your mother's birthday.

Dad, I'll be fine.

It's just that I miss her
so much.

- Okay?
- Okay. Okay.

Come on.

Thanks, Dad.

She'd be so proud of you.

Thanks.

Hey, guys. Good morning.

Good morning, Ms. Maria.

- Are you ready?
- Yeah.

I'll see you tomorrow.
Have a good day.

MARIA:
Bye, Dad. Yeah.

♪

(Ignition turning)

(Engine revving)

♪

MAN:
How we doing, Angelo?

The target's approaching.

Black SUVs.

(Car horn honking)

Mr. Zhang, we have
your usual table ready for you.

MAN:
Target's walking in.

ZHANG:
It's her birthday.

My daughter wants to be
near the stage.

(Speaking foreign language)

MAITRE D':
No problem. This way, please.

- Crap.
- ANGELO: What?

Well, he's moving to
a different table,

nowhere near the window.

Hello? What do you want to do?

ANGELO:
I'm going to have to come in.

He's got guys on the door, okay?

You can't get a weapon in here.

ANGELO:
Get me a reservation.

And when I get in there,

get him in the bathroom.

Reservation?

Yes. Connor. Table for three.

(Scanner beeping)

BODYGUARD:
We got his car key.

- Mind waiting at the bar?
- Certainly.

♪

ZHANG:
Go, Li. Go, Li. Go.

(Applauding)

♪ Ah ♪

♪ No, I don't hardly know her ♪

♪ But I think
I could love her ♪

♪ Crimson and clover ♪

♪ Ah-ah ♪

♪ And she comes walking over ♪

♪ And I've been waiting
to show her ♪

♪ Crimson and clover ♪

♪ Over and over ♪

Hey. Watch where you're going.

What are you doing?

Zhang should be with you
in about 20 seconds.

- (Speaking foreign language)
- (Chuckling)

♪ Over and over ♪

MAN:
He's not alone.

(Shouting)

(Shouting, grunting)

(Shouting)

(Thudding)

♪ Crimson and clover ♪

♪ Over and over ♪

♪ Crimson and clover ♪

♪ Over and over ♪

♪ Crimson and clover ♪

♪ Over ♪

What are you so upset about?
It all worked out.

You should've known
it was the daughter's birthday.

What am I, God?
How would I know that?

Let's get going.

(Car horn honking)

♪

(Wheels clacking on track)

TOUR GUIDE:
...exteriors in A Bronx Tale.

Now, the Bronx is one of
New York City's five boroughs.

Historically, it does have
a reputation for being

a rougher neighborhood,

but truth be told, it's
a very vibrant cultural place.

(Man singing in Italian)

Here's your cut.

You know how many people took
a swing at Zhang down the years

and died trying?

How'd he do?

What do you want me to say?

He's your nephew, Dutch.

He's got a mouth on him,
but who doesn't at his age?

You didn't.

Always a cagey bastard,
even in the schoolyard.

That's because you talked enough
for both of us.

(Chuckling) Yeah.

Well, we play to our strengths.
Let's eat.

(Dishes clattering)

You hear about Al Beal?

Yeah. I heard he got busted.

Yes, he did. In Philly.

Al gets home, and there's
a chopper over the house.

Boom! He's surrounded.

Cops and feds everywhere.
Sniffer dogs.

Freaking bomb squad
in the garage.

Whole street's taped off.

"Freeze! Hands in the air!"
All the cop talk, right?

Then, bam!

SWAT pin him to the ground.

ARs to his head.

Al looks up, totally straight,
totally sincere,

and he says,
"Is this about the alimony?"

(Both laughing)

Al Beal, ladies and gentlemen.

ANGELO:
Just a taste for me.

I got to watch my cholesterol.

What are you, a dietician now?

No. Doc says I got to up
my good protein.

I got to eat fish, chicken
and tofu.

Tofu.

Imagine being the guy
who invented tofu.

He'd almost be as rich as you.

With my wife and kids?

You're lucky you never decided
to do the wife and kids thing.

Yeah. Well, what can I say?
I like my own company.

Still time, buddy. Still time.

ANGELO:
Hey, buddy.

Yeah. That's right.

Originals.

Took me seven years
to track these down.

Reggie Jackson.

Your 12-year-old self
would've killed me for these.

Do you want them?

Huh?

Come on. What, you think
I'm going to give them to you

just because you're my brother?

Nice doing business with you.

How's he doing, Jane?

Hey. Uh, well,

I found him in the lobby
last night at 4:00 a.m.,

wearing his best suit.

And he spoke to me
for the first time in weeks.

He did? What'd he say?

Something about the two of you
going fishing on the Hudson...

...on a raft made of old tires.

- Is this real?
- Yeah. We did.

And the fish could always hear
us coming, couldn't they, Mike?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

ANGELO:
He's getting worse.

JANE:
He has good days and bad.

Look. Ideally, he would've
started treatment when he was

forgetting his ATM PIN
and losing track of his keys.

Yeah. Hmm.

Hey.

I think that he would
really benefit from this.

If you fill in the consent part,

then I can take care of
the rest.

Thank you, Jane.

- You're welcome.
- Appreciate it.

Okay.

MARIA: Hey, Dad. Hope
you made the sale in Rochester.

Don't forget. Dinner at 7:00.

(Tires squealing)

(Device chiming)

(Engine revving)

♪

(Tires squealing)

Hey. How are you?

(Keypad beeping)

Forget the code?

You okay, Mr. Doyle?

Mr. Doyle?

- Yeah. Fine. Thanks, Corey.
- (Keypad beeping)

COREY: You left your bag out
here in the hallway, Mr. Doyle.

You got a bowling ball in here?

Thank you.

(Eerie synthesizer music
playing)

Hey, Joe.
Any chance you ran those plates

on the blue truck yet?

JOE:
It came back stolen.

But it wouldn't be Zhang's guys.
Not their vibe.

Okay.

Ah.

That's not it.

♪

Son of a bitch.

ANGELO: So, the guy I whacked
in Newark last year

was Carl Mosher's
younger brother.

Uh-huh.

You knew?

You let me kill the brother

of a Bertoletti captain
and you didn't tell me?

I found out after.

There are crime families, and
then there are the Bertolettis.

It's complicated.

Different fathers,
different last names.

Yeah, but they're brothers.

That part's pretty simple.

Were you going to tell me?

Not without good reason.

Does Carl Mosher
coming after me count?

He was tailing me this morning,
or hired someone to.

Well, maybe
you're getting rusty, Angelo.

What's he going to find out?
You live like a monk.

You go to bed at 9:00 p.m.,
okay?

Don't worry about it.
I'll make some calls.

Just put some guys
on my brother's place.

- Michael?
- Yeah.

I killed this guy's brother.

I don't want him
coming after mine.

Okay. Okay.
I'll send Wilson and McManus.

But you, you just stay away
from Mosher, okay?

I'll take care of it.

Like you took care of it
the last time?

(Plate slamming on counter)

Let me be real clear, okay?
You work for me.

You'd be on the street
if it wasn't for me. I made you.

There's no extra-curricular
nothing.

You're not going near Mosher.

You're not starting a beef with
the Bertolettis, all right?

Now, I've always given you
your space,

your freedom, whatever.

What you do, where you go,
that's none of my business.

You're a dark horse. Solo art.

I respect that.

I love that.

But you got no family
at home to worry about,

no offence to Michael.

I do. I very much do.

So, you cross me on this,

and you're on your own.

DUTCH:
Pick up. Pick up! Let's go.

♪

♪

(Ignition turning)

ANGELO:
Okay. Hey. Pay attention.

I'm teaching you the recipe.

Why do I need the recipe
when I have you?

There'll be three soon.
Maybe four's a crowd.

Don't be silly.

Hey, you want to come to
my scan tomorrow?

Is Jeff cool with that?

Yeah. Why wouldn't he be?

He can be a little sensitive.

Hey. Make a fuss of him, okay?

- Did he get the grant?
- Mm-hmm.

Third place,
and it was state-wide, Dad.

ANGELO:
Hey, Jeff. How's the beer?

Oh. Uh, it's nice.

Yeah, nice.

It's a little nutty
for my taste,

but, you know, nice.

Yeah. I picked it up yesterday
in Rochester.

Did you make a sale?

Canon C5 copier times two.

- Nice.
- That's great.

I hear you scored, too, Jeff?

Uh, yeah. Third place.
You know, they love the app.

So, how much is the grant?

$3,000.

(Pepper grinding in mill)

Well, that should buy
a lot of diapers.

Well, um, so he has to spend
money developing the product.

JEFF:
Yeah.

I have to show
full accounting, so--

Well, that's good.

JEFF: Let me get this thing
out of the office.

I need to take it to the shed,
so, um--

Sure. Let me get the door
for you.

- Oh, thank you. Sorry.
- No worries.

- Watch the back there.
- Yeah.

(Door closing)

(Sighing)

You're about to have a baby,

and you have a husband
who doesn't work.

He works all day long!

Unpaid.

If it's unpaid it's a hobby,
Maria.

How do you think Steve Jobs
got started?

Do I need to point out
the obvious?

Oh, my God.
That is so defeatist.

It's realistic.

What if none of his eggs hatch?

What if, for whatever reason,
he doesn't get the--

He's a good man, Dad,
and I love him.

Okay?

That's what matters.

ANGELO:
Time for a birthday toast.

To Leah.

- JEFF & MARIA: To Leah.
- (Glasses clinking)

And so, Leah is starving,
so we went and got a burger.

Then, in the middle of lunch,
her water breaks.

JEFF:
What? Really?

ANGELO: The doctor
was completely wrong.

JEFF:
Oh, my gosh. I never knew that.

ANGELO: We go right back
to the hospital. Four hours.

(Sniffling)

♪

- Hey.
- Yeah.

♪

(Car door closing)

(Indistinct voice talking
on TV or radio)

ANGELO:
I messed up.

I mean, all this time, keeping
everything separate and clean,

and now, someone is there
in Hudson Springs

from the other life, and
I don't know how they found out.

Dutch, he tells me,
"Stay away from Mosher."

But how do I do that? Huh?

I mean, what am I not seeing?

I worked so hard
keeping Maria safe.

Nothing is going to
jeopardize that.

You would tell me, right,
if I wasn't thinking straight?

(Wheels clacking on track)

I'm not going to do
anything crazy,

but you got to help me find
Carl Mosher.

You want a bigger role
in our jobs, right?

Then you got to earn my trust.

He's a bag man
for the Bertolettis, okay?

Cash collection.
He hangs around their bars.

Favorite place?

Most nights,
he's at Silverstrand.

Dutch's favorite place.
There you go.

♪

(Patrons chattering,
club music playing)

- MARIA: Hey, Dave.
- DAVE: Hey.

Um, come in. There's cake.

Oh.

Thank you, but I can't.

Come on. Have a piece.

I'm here on duty.

Oh. Not a social call, then?

I'm looking for your dad.

Uh, yeah.

He, uh-- He's at home.

I just came from there.

No sign of him.

Hey.

Slow day
for Hudson Springs' finest?

Hey, Jeff.

I'll let you good folks
get some rest.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Okay. Um, is it about Mom?

Just something I need to
talk to your dad about.

What? At 10:00 at night?

What is it?

I'll catch up with him tomorrow.

- Good night.
- 'Night.

♪

- Angelo!
- Hey.

I've been telling this guy

to try this place for years,

and he's always like,

"No, no, no.
I got to get my beauty sleep.

Mint tea, herbal bath, bed."

What kept you away
all these years? My personality?

Yeah. I guess so.

I always thought
you were a massive creep.

(Both laughing)

Guess you won't be buying me
a drink, then?

- No. I got an early flight.
- Yeah? Too bad.

You ain't going nowhere.

Let's get some shots here!

JEFF:
Where do you think your dad is?

No idea.

You think he has a girlfriend?

If he did, I'd know.

He tells me everything.

I mean, evidently not.

He's probably just afraid
you'd have a problem with it.

What?

I'd be over the moon
if he found someone.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

I mean,
if it was the right someone.

♪ Dance so good ♪

I'm going to get another round.

Attaboy! All right. I want to
see you on that dance floor.

All right.

I like how you handled
that guy upstairs.

Yeah. Well, he's the kind of guy

who thinks it's okay
to knock my girls around

and then show up
like nothing happened.

Why let him back?

He's on the payroll.

Want me to take care of him?

Bold talk.

What can I get you to drink?

Mezcal. Want to join me?

Ah, no drinks for the staff.

Ah.

You know what? Screw it.
I'll join you.

Tough day?

Long day.

So, what do you do?

I like to know who's in my club.

I'm a hit man.

But I only kill bad people.

In that case--

What do you really do?

I sell photocopiers.

(Chuckling)

(Device beeping)

(Keypad beeping)

(Device beeping)

You must've sold
a lot of printers.

It's, uh, copiers.

Bathroom?

Yeah. It's right in there.

♪

(Exhaling sharply)

(Man singing indistinctly)

(Chuckling)

I hope that's not the guy
from the club.

No. He lives in Brooklyn.

You sure?

Carl lives right behind the dump
in Bay Ridge, appropriately.

♪

It's uh, Nicky, by the way.

Angelo.

Want to get breakfast?

I know this great place
across the park.

Love to,
but I got to go to work.

I'm going to get some water.

There's a bottle in the fridge.

(Door closing)

Nicky?

(Eerie synthesizer music
playing)

Hey.

MARIA: Just calling to remind
you about the scan.

Like I'd forget.

I'm not that old yet.

Hey. I got to go.

I'll call you on my way home,
okay?

- Okay.
- All right. Bye-bye.

(Shouting)

ANGELO:
You made a mistake following me.

You killed my brother!

Who else knows about
Hudson Springs?

What you talking about?

(Grunting)

I don't know nothing, man.

(Shouting)

(Panting)

DOCTOR:
There's the heart.

- The head.
- Sorry. Sorry.

- Hey.
- Heya.

You're white as a sheet.

Oh.

That's a nasty cut on your neck.

Oh, yeah. That's a--

Almost decapitated
by a very large printer.

It's a long story.
Sorry I'm late.

What about the gender?

It's hard to say
from this angle.

He just sat up.

It's a boy?

- It's a boy.
- Oh!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- Congratulations.
- Oh, my God!

- MARIA: Oh.
- JEFF: Are you happy?

MARIA:
Yeah. Yes!

(Phone chiming)

- Oh, my-- Oh.
- Look at him.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Fellows, I'm going to take off.
Something came up.

(Backup indicator beeping)

(Engine revving)

He's out. Earl's out.

When?

DAVE:
Two weeks ago.

He killed my wife.

What happened to eight years,
no parole?

His cellmate was a mobster
who ran his mouth.

It looks like Earl testified
against him

and the feds got him out
as a thank-you.

- (Sighing)
- (Ignition turning)

I'm sorry, Angelo.

♪

(Phone chiming)

- Hey.
- You okay, Dad?

Yeah. Just another
middle-management sap

who can't find their ass
with both hands.

Successful trip to
the baby store?

Yeah. He made a start.
We got the bassinet.

Except you need a bassinet
and a crib, apparently.

It's a racket.

- It'll be fine, Jeff.
- No. He's right.

But I'm going to take care of
the crib.

Cookie's.
Same place I got yours.

Oh, thanks, Dad.

MARIA:
Shame you didn't hang on to it.

Hmm?

My crib.

Oh, hey. You know,

don't look at me.

JEFF:
You know, apparently,

I was a really sweet baby

until bedtime,
and then I became Scarface.

- (Bullet ricocheting)
- (Shouting)

ANGELO:
You okay? You okay?

Stay with her!

(Glass shattering)

(Tires squealing)

No!

♪