All language subtitles for Tracker.2024.S03E10

-Previously on Tracker...
-How's Keaton doing?

I got some PI work for him
if he's interested.

My old partner on the force,
Nat Dobbs... I can't find him.

KEATON:
Detective Simms.

-Any sign of Dobbs?
-No.

Looks like this was
someone's body dump.

Got any idea who's involved
in that, uh, body farm?

Yeah.

Zhan Menassian.

What's that
right there on the window?

What is that? A reflection?

KEATON:
You're kidding me.

Emile Lang.

RANDY:
He's been off the map
for five years

after killing a cop
at the Vortex nightclub.

Why the hell resurface now?

-I got him.
-KEATON: Dobbs!

DOBBS:
It was Lang.

Is he here?

He took my boss
out to the garage.

Out in the back.

KEATON:
What did Lang want?

He kept asking where she was.

Someone called Cassie Lindstrom.

Keaton.

-(groaning)
-Keaton.

-Hey.
-(breathing weakly)

Lang's looking for...
Cassie Lind...

-(gunshots)
-(tires screeching)

* *

(steam hissing)

(door alarm dinging)

(grunts)

(groaning)

(coughs)

Keaton.

(panting)

Come on, buddy.

(straining):
Ah. All right, here we go.

Come on.

-(groaning weakly)
-Here you go. Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Damn.

Find something
to pack that wound.

Hold on, Keaton.
Be right back, okay?

One sec. Be right back.

(groaning)

(grunting)

There we go. There we go.

Pressure's good, all right?
Pressure.

(exhales sharply)

(grunts)

Hey.

I'm gonna go get us help, okay?

You hang on?

Be right back.

(straining):
All right.

* *

(groaning)

(panting)

(panting)

(groaning, panting)

(door handle rattles)

(grunts)

-(sighs)
-(line rings)

OPERATOR:
911. What is your emergency?

My name is Colter Shaw.
I'd like to report an accident.

Location?

Briar Bridge Road.

Near the turnpike.

There's a man down.
He needs medical assistance.

-Do you know his name?
-John Keaton.

All right,
someone's on their way.

*

Hey. Any word on Colter Shaw?

Turns out he's the one that
made the 911 call for Keaton

after the shootout
at the lake house.

-But there's no sign of him.
-Damn it.

I told Keaton to stand down.

Stubborn bastard didn't listen.

(sighs) I've got the FBI
breathing down my neck

on this Menassian murder.

Did you find anything on
the victims at the lake house?

The accountant,
he was on Menassian's payroll.

This is all connected.

What about the housekeeper?

She's clean.
There's nothing on her.

How does Shaw fit into all this?

Could be he's working with Lang

and just got Keaton
dragged into it.

We do have Shaw
at both crime scenes--

the Menassian murder
and now the lake house shooting.

BOGART:
I gave the FBI this information.

-They're leaning that way, too.
-Copy that.

There's no hits on the APB,

but we've got units and K-9s
en route.

Great.
Let's gather up the press.

Okay.

(knocking)

-Uh, is everything okay?
-You got to see this.

Last night, two individuals
were killed in a violent

exchange of gunfire.

We've identified
two persons of interest--

Emile Lang and Colter Shaw.

With an assist from the FBI,

we are actively deploying
all resources in this manhunt.

Shaw and Lang should be
considered armed and dangerous.

We're asking the public
to please stay vigilant

and report any information
regarding their whereabouts

to the police immediately.

Thank you.

The hell is going on?

I have no idea.

His phone keeps going
to voicemail.

Well, I haven't heard from him
since yesterday.

His cell service went offline
when he was up at the lake.

He was tracking Lang.

Something must have gone
sideways.

(sirens blaring)

(inhales sharply)

(groaning)

(buzzing)

Colter?

It's not his number.

-Hello?
-Reenie.

Oh, Colter. Thank God.
What is going on?

Keaton and I were ambushed.

What? By who?

Got to be Lang.

RANDY:
You all right, bro?

I've been better.

I'm gonna flag somebody down.

Whoa, that's-that's a bad idea.

The police are looking at you

for all of these murders,
Colter.

Zhan Menassian,
two people at the lake house.

Two people--
what are you talking about?

An accountant
and his housekeeper.

No, she was alive
when I left the house.

Lang must... must have gone back
and killed the woman.

Tie up his loose ends.
(stammers)

Send them the video

of Dobbs killing Menassian
with Lang.

That'll clear me.

Yeah, flag on that play, man.

I already tried to retrieve it.
Everything's been wiped.

* *

I'm being set up.

Tell us where you are.
We'll come get you.

No, it's better you don't know.

(groans) And, Reenie...

don't get my brother involved
on this one.

I'll call you when I can.

(groaning)

Can you get a location on him?

I can try, but you know
he's gonna ditch his phones

and go analog.

Maybe I get lucky and there's

some game and wildlife
surveillance around the lake.

-Do whatever it takes.
-I got you.

-WEXLER: Reenie Green?
-Yes?

We're looking for Colter Shaw.

REENIE:
He's not here,

and this is private property.

And this is a warrant
to search it.

Okay.

This warrant is restricted
to files and correspondence

pertaining to Colter
as an employer of services.

-That's it.
-WEXLER: That's all we need.

All right, I will be observing
the execution of the warrant.

-WEXLER: That's your right.
-REENIE: It sure is.

You can start in here.

(door opens)

(birds chirping)

(groans)

(grunts)

(panting)

(sighs) Colter.

That bad, huh?

(groaning)

Gonna get you out of here.
Got us an Airbnb.

-How'd you know I was nearby?
-(groans)

Still keeping tabs, I see.

Okay, this next part's
gonna hurt, Mr. No Anesthetic.

Yeah, just-just do it.

(inhales sharply)

(stifled groaning)

Okay. Okay, I got it.

-(exhales)
-Hey.

Look at me.

I'm looking at you.

Are you okay?
I just pulled a bullet

-out of your chest.
-Thank you.

Police are scanning
the crash area looking for you.

You said... you said
you were being set up?

Yeah. I don't know by who.

It's okay. We'll figure it out.
I got you.

Got you a fresh
change of clothes.

-(groans)
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Hey.
-(exhales)

You're not going anywhere.

Here, sit.

-Sit.
-Yeah.

Thanks.

Keaton said that
Lang was after someone.

Cassie Lindstrom.

I got to get to her first.

You're in no shape to do that.

You don't know who she is,
where she could be.

There was an officer... who was
killed at a nightclub nearby.

Same last name--
I figured maybe they're related.

Okay.

Can you look her up?

Please?

First, you're gonna rest.

Drink this.

Okay, yeah, here we go.

There's a Detective
Jack Lindstrom.

He was shot and killed
outside Vortex nightclub

five years ago.

Cassie's his wife.
That's Lang's target?

(groans)

That's who he was looking for
at the lake house.

It says here
she moved to a different town

after her husband was killed.

Lang probably already
would've been there.

As good a place as any to start
looking, maybe we get lucky.

(siren chirps in distance)

(sighs):
Oh, crap.

Neighbor spotted you.

-We need to go.
-Yeah.

(groans) Listen.

I'm gonna go alone.

-(knocking at door)
-I need to get to Cassie,

-clear my name.
-SIMMS: Police! Open the door!

(sighing):
Oh, damn. Okay. All right.

-Uh, it's got cash, a burner.
-(knocking continues)

SIMMS:
Police! Open the door!

-BILLIE: Take care.
-I owe you again.

This way.

(pounding on door)

BILLIE:
What the hell are you doing?

* *

-(knocking)
-WEXLER: Federal agents.

Unlock the door.

-(knocking)
-This is your last chance before

-we break down the door...
-(mutters): Come on.

...and arrest you.

'Sup? My bad, man.

I-I had my cans on.
I couldn't...

I... Oh, okay.

Yeah, I couldn't... What?

Nice to meet you, too.

-REENIE: Are we done here?
-WEXLER: We are.

-(sighs)
-(door closes)

-Did they get anything?
-No. No.

But, uh,
now I can't track Colter.

* *

(door creaking softly)

*

*

(creaking)

* *

* *

* *

(sighs)

Whoa. What happened here?

Oh, nothing much.

Just your usual
morning FBI raid.

What?

It'll be fine.
Everything will be fine.

-What were they looking for?
-REENIE: Colter.

But they're not gonna find him.

Randy made sure of that.

I, uh... I ran into
the accountant next door.

She said someone called
their office for you

a few minutes ago,
said there was a problem

with the phones
and to give you this number.

Did the feds cut
the phone lines?

No.

-It's got to be Colter.
-REENIE: He's telling us

not to use the office phones
to call him

in case they tapped the lines.

I got you.

* *

What are you doing?

(clanking)

You really made yourself
at home there, huh?

You're welcome.

Let me see that number.

(phone buzzes)

-Reenie?
-Hey, you've got all of us.

-Everybody okay?
-RANDY: Yeah, well,

got a visit from the feds
this morning.

But, uh,
thanks to my dead man switch,

pretty sure
everything got wiped.

You got a backup?

No, that defeats the point, bro.

If I go dark,
everything's got to vanish.

I can rebuild,
but it's gonna take a beat.

Okay. Hear anything from Keaton?

Listen,
there were some complications,

and he's in surgery now.

All right, keep me posted,
will you?

I'm at Cassie Lindstrom's house
right now.

She put up a fight,
but she was definitely taken.

Randy, how long before
you can get me surveillance?

Just-just give me a little bit
to get to a computer.

-Okay. I'll see what I can do.
-Yeah.

(phone beeps)

I already told you,
I haven't seen him.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Then what are you doing

in an Airbnb
in the same town as Colter Shaw?

Work.

SIMMS:
Right.

You two are running that
reward-seeker hustle, right?

He's a competitor,
you might say.

Okay. Well, your neighbor said

she saw someone here
matching Colter's description.

-So...
-I mean, it could've been

my takeout delivery.

I'm not big on restaurants.

Listen, I know
you know where he is.

And if you care about him, it's
better if he turns himself in,

because there are a lot
of people looking for him.

And if they find him, there's
no telling what they'll do.

Look, Detective.

I don't know anything.
Now, I got things to do.

So either you're charging me,
or you can see yourself out.

* *

-Okay. I owe you big-time.
-No problem.

Just erase whatever you're doing
so the boss doesn't find out.

Come on, man. You know it.
Like... like I was never here.

Okay.

(phone buzzes)

Back online?

Yeah, man, you know it.

Got a little skeleton setup,

but it's all good.

Mm.

I don't think anyone's
been here for days.

I got dried blood, moldy food.

Looks like, uh,

she was sitting down
to eat dinner.

Sending and answering emails.
One of them got interrupted...

five days ago.

Before all this started,
then, right?

Yeah.

I'm gonna send you
some local Wi-Fi networks.

I need you to check
the neighbors'

security cameras.

Looking for something
from five days ago.

They took her out the back door,
down into the alley.

I got something. All right.
I'm sending you the footage now.

So Lang didn't take her.

I don't recognize
either one of these guys.

You say this was five days ago?

Yeah, so what are you thinking?

It was before
Lang killed the farmer.

Menassian... Dobbs...

This whole thing got set off
when Cassie got kidnapped.

Right?

Something's not adding up.

RANDY:
This van belongs to
a local construction company.

COLTER:
Send me an address?

I'm already on it, dawg.
Just sent it to you.

All right, so you think
these guys are with Lang?

I don't think so.

Keaton said
he likes to work alone.

Whoever these guys
are working for

are the same guys
that are trying to frame me.

Lang's not trying
to kill Cassie.

Someone else is.

Thanks.

Sure you weren't tailed?

You were right about Simms.

She thinks
you're behind all this.

And the two guys
that kidnapped Cassie,

they triggered Lang.

So he goes on a killing spree?

(sighs)
I checked Cassie's record.

She's squeaky clean.

She worked
as a preschool teacher,

collecting her late husband's
pension, so...

nothing out of the ordinary
there.

Someone thought she was
important enough to kidnap.

Got to figure out who.

BILLIE (sighing):
Here we go.

(door closes)

*

Empty.

No one's here.

Hey, look at this.

Look at this.
Someone was dragged this way.

Right?

* *

COLTER:
One of the guys who took Cassie.

Doesn't look
like he's been dead long.

BILLIE:
Someone tortured him.

You thinking Lang's handiwork?

I think he's on
the same trail we are.

If so, where's Cassie?
Where's the other guy?

Maybe the other guy took Cassie.

Lang finds this guy,
tortures him for information,

then kills him.

Does he have I.D.?

* *

-Son of a bitch.
-Guy's a cop.

Dominic Mendoza.

-(line rings)
-RANDY: What's up, C?

COLTER:
Need you to run a name for me.

Dominic Mendoza.

Guy's a cop-- need to see

-if he used to work with Dobbs.
-Yeah, give me a sec.

Uh... Okay.

Yes. Dobbs and Mendoza worked
on the same vice task force.

COLTER:
Keaton?

Uh, no, the task force
was established

after Keaton had
already retired.

Who was the target?

Zhan Menassian.

Cassie's husband
on that task force?

RANDY:
Yeah, for two months.

Then he was killed
in the line of duty.

Any other names?

Neil Barton.

Henry Easton.

And a Willa Simms.

I knew it.

I told you I was getting
weird vibes from her.

Yeah, says here she

transferred out
about seven years ago.

Thanks, Randy.

So the whole task force
is dirty.

So they were getting kickbacks
from Menassian.

They're the ones framing me.

Lang's wiping them out
one by one.

Settling old scores.

But why take you and Keaton out?

And why would the cops
on the take kidnap Cassie

and activate Lang
after all this time?

Hmm.

What if Lang's not the one that
was shooting at Keaton and me?

Those task force cops.

He's got something.

"Fireside Bar and Grill."

It's a sports bar,
not far from here.

Okay, well,
if this guy was there,

maybe Lang was there, too.

Someone might have seen
something.

One way to find out, hmm?

-This is the spot.
-Yeah.

(sighs)

What's the play?

I mean,
you don't exactly blend in.

It's not worth the risk.

-I'll go.
-(seat belt clicks)

You sit tight.

(quiet chatter)

* *

No way.

HOSTESS:
Hi. Can I help you?

Hi. Yeah.

I need to speak to your manager.

It's urgent.

-You're not gonna believe this.
-What?

Lang works there as a line cook.

How the hell could that be?

Uh, he's been using an alias,
Benny Sheridan.

-Called in sick this week.
-So he never disappeared.

He's been hiding in plain sight
this whole time.

But get this,
an article was published

on the restaurant two weeks ago.

Lang is in the background
of the photo.

So someone recognizes him.

Mendoza and the dirty cops
came here looking for him.

That's how
this whole thing got started.

But why kidnap Cassie?

Why not just go directly
after Lang?

-What's she got to do with this?
-We're missing something.

Billie.

Damn it.

Got to get you out of here,
Colter.

(engine starts)

(tires screeching)

Go!

-(tires squealing)
-(siren blaring)

* *

(sirens blaring in distance)

(gasps softly)

(tires screech)

(sirens stop)

(over speaker):
Step out of the car.
Hands in the air.

All units,
suspect is heading away

from the Fireside Bar and Grill.

He's on foot.

-Surround the perimeter.
-OFFICER: Copy that.

Hands behind your back.

Nice to see you, too.

(groaning)

You are under arrest for aiding
and abetting a known fugitive.

* *

-Hope he was worth it.
-(handcuffs clicking)

Colter hasn't done
anything wrong.

We'll see.

You know, if he had nothing
to hide, he wouldn't have run.

Maybe he was being set up.

Doesn't know who to trust.

Except you.

You were vice, right?

Special task force investigating
Menassian and his cohorts?

Funny how the team
never produced an indictment.

No arrests.
Not even a low-level bust.

-Menassian was careful.
-No one's that careful.

He was being tipped.

Are you accusing me
of something, Matalon?

I don't think it's a coincidence

that so many people
associated with that task force

are ending up dead or kidnapped.

-Kidnapped?
-Jack Lindstrom's wife.

You don't know, do you?

Your old friends from vice
abducted her.

* *

(groans)

(electrical buzzing)

(engine starts)

-(phone buzzes)
-Hey, hey, hey.

What's happening, man?

You back in the office?

Yeah, picked up some new gear.

-Just got back.
-Did you find anything?

Yeah, Lang was operating
under an alias,

Benny Sheridan.

We need to see if he has
properties under that name.

(typing)

I got nothing.
No home, no rental, nothing.

How about an RV?
Maybe a trailer?

Something he could get away in.

-(typing)
-RANDY: One sec.

Okay. On it. Here we go.

All right. He's got a trailer.

-Where does he keep it?
-Right outside of town.

-RV park, lot 97.
-All right.

On my way there now.
Thanks, Randy.

Good job.

(door closes)

Betty?

(grunts)

(groaning)

Hello, Henry.

It's gonna be okay.

You're in no position
to make promises.

Where's Cassie?

I don't know.

Who-Who's Cassie?

Your husband and his friends
figured out where I worked,

and they showed up
trying to kill me.

Worried I knew too much

about their kickbacks
from drug dealers.

So they kidnapped Cassie,

an easier target,
trying to draw me out.

Anything I left out?

Please.

My wife had nothing
to do with this.

(scoffs softly) But she knew.

House like this
on a policeman's salary alone?

You've made a small fortune
off the Menassians.

You didn't seem to mind too much

when you were the one
getting paid.

Unlike you, I have limits.

I'll eliminate marks for a price
as long as they're in the game.

Your husband and his friends
knew this,

so when Jack Lindstrom
started asking questions,

they told me a story.

They said he double-crossed
the boss, but they lied.

He wasn't dirty.

They had me kill an innocent.

Make his wife a widow.

Don't do this.

Cassie was
supposed to be off-limits.

She's an innocent, too.

You made her part of it.

-Where is she?
-I don't know.

That's interesting, because
your friend Mendoza told me

that you took Cassie somewhere
while he dealt with the van.

No. No, I didn't know anything.

Neither did Cassie.

We'll start with the pinkie,
work from there.

(whimpering)

-Last chance, Henry.
-(crying)

Okay!

I'll tell you where she is.

(engine stops)

(seat belt clicks)

* *

(electrical buzzing)

(phone buzzes)

Hey, Colter?

Cassie and Lang are a couple.

Wait, what?

Would explain his behavior,
right?

Okay, so he killed her husband
so he could be with her?

I don't know.

But I think
the dirty cops found out

and are using her as leverage.

Got a box of files here that
Lang took from that lake house.

Some ledger.

Looks like that accountant was
entering everything analog.

A bunch of deposits here,
all cash,

from shell companies
of Menassian.

Any names?

Yeah.

* *

-(engine stops)
-(door opens, closes)

-Thanks for meeting me.
-Yeah.

(chuckles)

It's an awfully discreet
location.

I wanted to talk,
just me and you.

Did you get anything
from Matalon?

She said some things.

I hope it's about
where to find Shaw.

No. Uh...

About how the, uh,
task force you created

was taking kickbacks
from Menassian.

-You believe her?
-I don't know.

You were on the task force,
Simms.

And I was moved off

when I started asking questions,
remember?

Because you were a rookie,

and I didn't think
it was a good fit for you.

Cassie Lindstrom was abducted.

Her husband was on
that same task force.

Brought in after I left,
and he was killed.

Detective, if I was you...

...I'd be very careful.

That's why I came to you first,
to give you a chance to explain.

(inhales deeply)

* *

(engine starts)

(siren blaring)

(engine stops)

Don't move.

(scoffs) You got some balls
showing up here.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

You're gonna take me to Cassie.

I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

Oh, I think you do.

This all you got?
You got anything else?

-No.
-Let's go.

Drive.

* *

Come on.

Open it.

You don't know
what you walked into.

-Neither did I.
-You thought Lang was dead.

Maybe gone forever.

You saw that article,
and you started to panic

that your secrets
would come out.

You underestimated what
he would do to protect Cassie.

Come on,
the man murdered her husband,

then started sleeping with her.

Don't-don't paint him
like some hero.

You're both standing
in the same mud.

COLTER:
It's okay. You're okay.

I'm here to help you.

Go uncuff her.

Go on.

(Cassie's breath trembling)

Can you stand? You okay?
Can you walk?

Come towards me.

(breathing shakily)

* *

Barton, shoot him!

(Cassie gasping, whimpering)

I'll break her neck.
You hear me?

Back up!

(gunshot)

(gasps)

Benny, what's going on?

That's not my name.
I lied to you.

But I don't understand.

You're gonna hear
a lot of awful things about me.

It's all true.

I just need you to know that

everything I felt for you
was real.

I'm sorry.

* *

(medical monitor beeping softly)

Hey.

Reenie get you all sorted out?

Yeah.

Record's clear.

At least as clear as it was.

FBI has everything they need
to clean up.

Simms?

(clears throat)

She didn't make it.

She was trying
to make this all right.

Yeah, it won't bring her back.

No, it won't.

(exhales sharply)

How is he?

Well, he's... he's got
a long road ahead of him.

If he pulls through.

He'll pull through.

How are you?

Better now.

Thanks for coming.

I couldn't have done this
without you.

I'll put it on your tab.

You know,
I'm gonna have to start

chipping away at that thing,
aren't I?

Yeah, what do you have in mind?

There's a...

There's a place nearby,
solid four on Yelp.

They've got beer.

Hell, I'll take a four.

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