All language subtitles for Life on Mars S01E08 Take a Look at the Lawmen

Better things are coming your way.

Don't give me any of that I'm okay,
you're okay crap.

Nothing's okay, okay?

Copy that, Chief.

Fire Chief says the office door is
barricaded. They need time.

Hey there, Tyler. Buy us some time.

Okay.

I hear you, Reuben.

Why don't you climb back in the window
and tell me what's on your mind. What's

on my mind?

You want to know?

Personal portable phones.

Small enough to fit in a large
briefcase.

I lost every penny I had on that damn
company.

What an idiot.

Who wants a carrier on a telephone?

No, Ruben, you're ahead of your time.
One day everybody will have one of these

portable phones you're talking about.

Don't patronize me. Don't you do that.

I know how you're feeling.

I've lost a lot of things, too. I know
it can be hard to face, but...

You can get through this.

That's good, Tyler.

Talk to him like a woman.

Ah, no.

What's the matter, Eugene?

You can't get Kitty out of the tree?

What are you doing here, nuncio?

We just came back from a little dim sum.
We heard the circus on the air, and we

figured we'd come up here one day.

We don't need any help from the 144 and
NGO.

What's new, Colin?

Save your breath.

You might need it to blow up your date
tonight.

Oh, that's a good one, Carbone.

Which is exactly what your wife said to
me after she hopped off.

Hey! Are you listening to me?

I can't go back to what I had.

My bank account says zero.

I want zero.

Hey, Eugene, why don't you tell your
weeb over to give me the horn over

I'll talk this loser down before happy
hour.

Sam, we don't have time for some stupid
cop stunt.

This guy is suicidal.

I got it. This isn't the time for some
stupid cop stunt. This guy's suicidal.

Who's your new center fielder, Gene?

Sam Tyler, transfer.

Tyler Anthony Nunzio, the harvester of
sorrow.

This is no stunt, Sam Tyler. I have a
proven persuasion technique.

It's a new form of reverse psychology,
which, when used with high -risk

negotiating, is proving very effective.

Well, with all due respect, Lieutenant,
there's no way I'm letting you talk to

him. What are you doing down there?

I'm going to tell him.

This is it!

Well, you better do something real soon,
Sam Tyler. This guy's going to turn

into ground goo tootsweet.

Let him have a whack.

What's his name? Reuben.

Wife left him.

After he lost his shirt in the stock
market. On a portable phone company.

Who wants to carry around a phone?

Who are you?

Hey, Ruben. How you doing?

Go ahead and jump, you son of a bitch.
You think we'd give a damn?

What? Oh, boss.

None zero.

Hey, your wife called on a portable
phone.

She called to tell you she's shacked up
with the guy who invented the portable

record player.

And she thinks you should jump, too.

Well,

I guess this reverse psychology thing's
got a ways to go.

I was in an accident, and I woke up in
1973.

I don't know how or why I'm here, but
whatever has happened, it's like I've

landed on a different planet.

Now maybe if I can work out the reason,
I can get home.

Okay, hold!

Hold! Hold!

Who's he yelling at now? The chief.

Word is that the death of the jumper is
going on the stats of the 125 on the

loot sheet.

Am I explaining this thing between
Nunzio and Hunt? Nobody really knows how

started. Those guys have a rivalry
that's as legendary as the Stones and

Beatles, the Jets and the Sharks.

Archie and Meathead.

Archie and Jughead.

Different Archie. All right, guys,
please.

Nunzio and Hunt? What do you want to
know? It's bad between them. It has been

for years.

So brace yourself, spaceman, because the
loot ain't going to take this lightly.

Chief of what?

Chief of these?

There is a crime going down somewhere
right now.

And that crime, no matter what it may
be, will become a contest between our

houses.

That crime will be the field upon which
a battle will be waged.

It happens once or twice a year.

Meeting of warriors.

Like Ben -Hur.

Or Spartacus.

Or any one of them movies where despite
wearing dresses and sandals, men knew

what it meant to be men.

The metro savings alone on Hudson
Avenue.

Bank robbery.

Hudson's in the confines of the 144.

Then some of you have heard this speech
before.

The 125 is responding.

Gentlemen.

This crime is a contest between our
houses.

This crime will be the field upon which
we will wage battle.

It's a meeting of warriors, like
Spartacus.

Or Ben -Hur.

Everyone full of compendium? Yes, sir.

I am Spartacus.

No, you're not.

But you'll do.

Come on, get to it.

What are you doing, Eugene?

Besmirching my crime scene with your
anger issues?

The 125's calling shot on this crime.

And on account of what?

On account of that jumper dying on my
sheet.

Courtesy of you. That jumper was ending
up pavement parched. No matter who was

the primary gabber. I just happened to
expedite it a bit. I'm calling shot.

Maybe we take the matter up with the
Chief of D's first. Eh, Eugene?

I think we just stepped into the
Stalingrad branch of this bank.

I want the surveillance photos now,
boss.

Every eye -witness in the place is a
case of spontaneous blindness.

The security guard, he got pistol
-whipped and went on queer street.

They were threatened not to cooperate
with the cops.

Probably organized crime.

Keep talking to these people, Sizemore.
Let them know where the bigger threat

is. My uni found this in a sewer search.

Three rounds recently fired. Our perp
may have tossed it on his way out. Good.

Let's run it down to the lab. See if
they can pull the end.

Live some princes. I'm gonna start a
canvas.

Everyone here only speaks Ruski, except
for that kid there, who's a regular

Walter Cronkite.

I don't seem too happy.

Well, that's because he saw the whole
thing and just told me so, and according

to him, there was only one robber. I'll
sell the kid back to the priest.

What about Mother Russia there?

Take her with you, but keep it on a high
threshold.

We're gonna keep you guys in line.

Who are they?

Who's who?

The lady and the kid.

Ray's taking him out for banana splits.

I got a big heart. Hey, Luke.

Sam says he needs you outside.

Poor lady was just waiting for the bus.

Never knew what hit her.

Round came from inside the back, boss.

Without holding the window there.

Straight bullet.

Unlucky.

I doubt the shooter even knows he
dropped the body.

Name's Olga Arshavin. Green card says
she's Ukrainian.

We got a felony murder here.

We got a homicide here, Eugene.

Nope. Now,

while it may be true that the bank is
within the jurisdiction of the 144, this

unfortunate woman, seeing as how she is
on the sidewalk, puts her square in a

125.

Hotlandia. This is our homicide.

Well, I guess we got something worth
fighting for now, Eugene.

Phyllis is taking the mother down to the
diner to keep her busy with a plate of

fish while we talk to baby Brezhnev.

You got him lost and found?

I do.

Alone?

Hardly.

Maria Belliger.

Jean Hutt.

Carrying children under 40 everywhere.

Does he still carry your brave sunshine
with you?

And who's the wild -eyed boy from
Freecloud over here?

Sam Tyler.

A transfer.

Wow.

Transferred here. You must have done
some awful things in your past life.

Tyler, this little cup of cream pie is
Maria Ballinger, social worker with the

SPCC.

Nice to meet you.

So... How's it going, Junior?

You want to tell us what happened?

My mother said if I talk to the police,
I'll be in trouble.

Oh, your mom is just a little bit scared
after what happened.

These are the good guys here.

That's right, Lexi.

Now, this man, he's the bad guy.

And with your help, we're going to catch
him.

Understand?

Come on, kid.

Don't clam up on me. Tell me what I need
to know and I'll buy you a bowl of

borscht. Lieutenant.

You're the social worker.

Get the kid to socialize.

Lexi, you won't get in trouble. They
just want to catch the man with the gun.

I'm not supposed to tell.

Hey, Lexi.

You watch the Flintstones?

See this guy?

They based Fred Flintstone on him.

No, they did not. They did, Lexi, I'm
telling you.

When they were thinking of the perfect
caveman from the Stone Age.

Go ahead.

Say it, Gene.

Say it for Lexi.

Oh, come on, Gene.

Just say it.

Dabba dabba doo.

Okay, that's enough.

Uh, Lexi, do you want a soda pop?

I'll get you one.

Wait.

She said a bad man would kill us if we
talked.

Yeah?

You say the bad man's name?

I wish they'd be looking.

Thank you, Lexi.

house, ain't it?

You should drizzle some butter on them
taters.

She's nice.

What's her story?

Her story is she looked pretty good with
her toes extended to the ceiling.

That's her story.

Ray. What?

You have anything on the robbery?

I ran Vasily Lukin's name by organized
crime. Control Bureau guys are roosting

mobs that just popped up on their radar.

Right, right.

1973, so.

Russian mob is just starting to assert
itself.

Probably 10 grand for the banks. It's
kind of a small time, isn't it? 10 grand

buys a lot of chicken Kiev.

I'm guessing Lukin is hooked in with the
Soviets and the KGB, knowing these

shifty reds, which means Kremlin is
making move on Manhattan.

A move on Manhattan?

There's a Cold War going on, spaceman.

And I tell you what, this is one America
that ain't gonna roll over and start

farming on no vodka collectors.

Right, so you think the Soviets are
plotting to take over the U .S.? You

Oh.

Did OCCB happen to mention where we
could find Lucan?

Yes, they did.

Lost any Lucan?

Wonderful. More bullies.

What do you mean, more?

Oh, but isn't Jeannie come lately?

You're one step ahead of nobody.

I interviewed Mr. Lucas personally,
Lieutenant Hunt. He had nothing to do

the robbery. An entire planet full of
people.

And this bank robber just happens to
mention the name...

Vasily Lukin. I don't know why this
criminal would say my name during

I had nothing to do with crime.

Maybe one of your goons was acting on
your orders.

You are rude.

What you say would suggest Mr. Lukin
keeps goons. I apologize for Detective

Tyler. He's sort of an immigrant to this
town himself.

It's all right.

We are all in melting pot.

So I accept the apology.

Look at him.

He's Captain America.

You like apple pie, Captain America?

You have faith of apple pie.

Now who's being rude?

Do us a favor.

Take a look at these.

Those shoes.

It's a Kiev dog who dress like that.

Sounds like you recognize him.

No, no, it's those shoes.

Only Russian of the boat from Kiev would
wear something so silly.

No one who worked for me.

If you're tied into this robbery, you
can kiss free goodbye.

You make threats, detective?

Lieutenant, comrade.

Lieutenant Hunt isn't used to saying
goodbye himself.

Maybe he'll be on his way.

Ah, that is a good idea for him.

Thanks for the help.

Enjoy the schvitz.

Goodbye, apple pie.

Thanks,

Annie. How are you doing, Maria?

Doing my best to keep all the children
singing.

I heard you and Gary split up.

We did.

Gary turned out to be less Gary than I
find out for.

I'm sorry.

I was working with Detective Tyler.

Sam? Oh.

Nice.

Good guy.

Why haven't you made a move yet, Annie?

A move?

On Sam?

Well, no, I... That wouldn't be
appropriate.

We work together.

And besides, I am seeing someone.

Lee Crocker. You know him?

Yeah, I know Lee. Nice man.

And why are you blushing?

Blushing? Not blushing, Maria.

Naturally pinkish.

Is Sam involved with someone?

He does mention a girlfriend, but she's
far, far away.

Maya.

Far away Maya.

So he's fair game.

Free and clear, as far as I know.

The way Lucan and his bodyguard looked
at this photo, they knew who was under

the mask.

They know who pulled out this robbery.

All you gotta know, Tyler, is that he's
a Ruski. All right? They want everything

to be free, even money.

Turns out that the gun found at the
sewer search has an owner. His name is

Demidov. He purchased the gun at Fred's
hunting emporium in Bay Ridge two weeks

ago.

Yuri, huh?

Well, as the gray -haired grannies down
at church say, bingo. You got a home

address?

Lindsay O. Peters to it.

That's his boat.

I know him like the back of my ghoulies.

He's getting Yuri ready for some pre
-interrogation tenderizing. So, how do

propose we intervene, boss?

Operation Blue Condor.

What's Operation Blue Condor?

Picture you're on a choo -choo. We're
the last stop.

We're up to your ass in alligators. I
wouldn't eat spaghetti off your head!

After tonight, Dr. Zhivago, you'll wish
you were making pickaxe ice cream in a

Siberian gulag.

Come in.

What is it?

Someone's messing with your car
downstairs.

PAB? Pittsburgh Association of
Broadcast.

Really? That's your answer?

Peanut Advisory Board.

How about Please Avoid Breathing?

Operation Blue Condor.

What's that?

Hunt.

He ate bacon.

Payback's a bitch.

We just walked him out the back like we
was taking him to the prom.

I still don't understand why it's called
Operation Blue Condor. I agree. We

should call it Operation Up Your Ass
Muncio.

Go here.

I had to file my report.

Why the awkward display of euphoria?

Well, the 144 nabbed our suspect in that
bank murder. And we nabbed him back.

That's great.

Maybe next time you can challenge them
to a water balloon fight.

I mean, how much of this is about the
safety of the city, and how much is it

about Willie's eyes?

It's about the safety of the city.

Our Willies are... Our Willies are good
Willies. Yes, it's true.

We have good Willies.

Very good Willies.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

Goodbye, Detective Tyler.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Detective Tyler.

What? I think she likes you, Spaceman.

What, her?

No. I'm telling you, man. Come on. I
would crawl across half a mile of broken

glass just to kiss the last guy who
sucked her toes.

What?

Where's King Farouk?

I never thought you'd be thick -headed
enough to steal a suspect, Eugene.

And I never thought you would be mope
enough to let one get stolen.

You hog -faced little dizzy mare.

I will turn this precinct into a parking
lot.

Who? You? You couldn't find sand if you
slid off a camel.

I don't know how my abacus handy,
Ignacio.

But I don't think the numbers are in
your favor for a rumble. Look at you.

All swelled up like a poison pump.

I'm glad I'm off the arcade.

Gives the 125 a chance to blow it. Come
on, boys. Let's beat it.

This thing between you and him goes way
beyond squad rivalry.

What's really going on?

Get back to work, Kyler.

Tell me a story that was.

Come on.

30 -year beef?

Raising fifths every time you sniff each
other? Over a woman?

Yeah, fine. You can frame it that way.

If you were the kind of guy who, since
World War II, started over a parcel of

land full of Polish people.

I don't follow.

Angela Venezia.

Italian girl.

She wasn't a woman.

She was beyond a woman.

I'm pretty sure God invented her when
Mrs. God wasn't looking.

I went to a Knights of Columbus dance.

Me and Nuns.

We were tight back then.

Both saw her at the same time.

Part gypsy, part werewolf.

Only he called shot on her.

In those days, he called shot on a fire
hydrant.

And Angela shows you?

Hey, don't look so surprised.

I have some lovable qualities.

Deeply sublimated, though they may be.

The thing about this,

there are women you love, and they love
you back.

Sometimes there are women you love, they
don't feel safe.

I never had Angela.

Not the way you'd want.

And I always knew it.

She never burned for me.

No matter how many times I set myself on
fire for her, she never burned for me.

She left me a few years after we got
married.

Sorry, Jane.

It's not all teardrops and violins.

Don't get me wrong.

We had three great kids.

Get out of here, Tyler.

Get out.

Are you going to beat me like other
police of America?

If you try to hustle, I won't stop him.

He thinks the Russians are poisoning our
water supply.

They are not, but they would like to.

Olga Arshavin died, herring's face,
because you played cowboy bank robber

morning. Not me.

Not me.

Place you at the bank, Yuri.

Need to bounce photos.

This man in photo wears mask.

How are you to say that's me?

All the masks in the world can't hide
them ugly shoes, Red.

Even Stalin had the decency to wear a
nice tassel lofa.

The guy in this picture doesn't rob
banks or murder someone without a good

reason.

So why'd you do it?

We're not here to judge.

Just to listen.

Okay.

Come on, Yuri.

Talk to us.

I defect to America one month ago. I was
engineer in Kiev.

I arrived here to make arrangements to
bring my wife and daughter to America.

Kiev police and KGB watch my family so
they can't leave.

Getting them here to the U .S. is a
difficult task.

I turned to not -so -nice man for help.

Vasily Lukin. I paid him $10 ,000.

When I arrived here, he asked for
another $10 ,000. Another $10 ,000 for

Exchange for my family, Marina and
Dasha.

So I... I...

I rob the bank.

Where's Lucan keeping your family now?

I do not know, but he said he will kill
them.

If we do not bring $10 ,000 more by
Saturday.

We're narrowing down possibilities where
Lucan's holding the family.

Like it would be.

You never meant to shoot that woman.

She's dead, Yuri.

You have to answer for that.

It was the first time I ever held a gun.

I was... I was engineer for Soviet space
program.

In Russia, I am scientist. In America, I
rob banks.

It's a sad immigrant tale.

Yeah.

I consider myself the ultimate
immigrant.

How can this be? You look true blue.

Where are you from?

Oh, far away from here.

Why did you leave?

My work involves psychological
operations.

The measurement of brain alpha waves.

The material of memory.

Top secret for Project Ares.

We send miniature robot into human body
to confirm or deny the existence

of a human soul.

Human soul?

Human soul.

What did you find out?

Results in conclusion.

I can see you are sad at being
immigrant.

There is advantage.

A new life can set you free.

Do the things you would not do in your
other life.

Embrace your immigrant status.

The English author Samuel Johnson once
wrote, He who makes

a beast of himself gets rid of the pain
of being a man.

You can be anything you want here.

This is the true gift of America.

a lot of nerve asking for help after
that shine you pulled on us today,

Why you gotta always with the Eugene?

You know I don't like that, Anthony. I
wouldn't do it if I didn't think it

up in your throat like a sore.

This guy, the bank robber, he was trying
to pay Russian gangster Luke in the

debt. Luke had smuggled the guy's family
into New York, and now he's holding him

hostage. And why is this my dilemma?

Well, Luke is in your priesthood. You
know his haunts.

Where would he hide the guy's family?

Give me one good reason why I should
tell you.

If Meade died, I'm his brother, take.

His family needs our help.

My whole career, you've been ramrodding
me, Eugene.

That bank heist a few years ago, that
was my case.

Why can't you sell it? I stole it
because at the policeman's ball, you

chief my squad couldn't clear pimples.

Swipe the brownstone robbery.

The Puerto Rican?

And before that, you snatched the rape
and the gangstabbing on dirt. How far do

you want to go back?

All the way back to the Knights of
Columbus?

1943. I saw her first. I called shot.

Angela was an adult.

Want me to tell you I'm sorry she picked
me?

You'll get a better shot of growing
beets on a tulip farm.

I don't want an apology.

It's the way I figure it. I got one less
broken heart because of you shutting

off those lights.

It's the family's life at stake here,
Anthony.

Yeah, they're Ruskies, but that don't
mean they should be denied some fun of

sun. Not on our account, anyways.

Looking under the apartments above the
bathhouse.

I'd thought that.

Look at you, acting like a grown -up.

Don't get used to it.

Detective Tyler.

Hi. What are you doing here?

I was looking for Lieutenant Hunt.

Oh, I think he's out.

On a case.

Oh.

Okay.

Hey, nice job today.

You have a dab of dew.

It's cute.

Hey!

You're good to me at night. Oh, yeah.

You're embracing my immigrant status.

Hey! You're good to me at night.

Wait, wait, wait.

I would like that.

You're nice, Tim Tyler.

Yes, I mean, you are, too.

Hey.

You have ketchup.

Oh, yeah, thanks. I had... French fries.

French fries.

You should... Go.

our spaceman.

We were about to send out the
bloodhounds.

Well, I stepped out for some air.

Yeah.

Better get me some air like that.

Listen, we found out where the Russians
were keeping Yuri's family. There's a

apartment above the Schvitz.

Sasha was keeping a close eye on it.

Good. Um, good. Go.

Pastor Lukin.

What now?

Lieutenant. I said sarcasm in that.

Just came to give you some news.

You're going to love the Schvitz in
Attica.

You're under arrest for felony murder,
Sputnik.

Murder?

The dead woman from the bank robbery?

See, the way the law works is when you
threaten a guy to pay money and that guy

robs a bank and shoots someone, the body
comes back to you.

No proof.

Like KGB who falsified statements.

Are you going to come along quietly or
resist?

I'm hoping you resist.

I haven't smacked around a commie since
the McCarthy era.

Resist?

In Moscow, real police never point guns.

You wouldn't talk so much, big mouth, if
you hadn't those pistols.

I don't need my gun to take you in.

You need your gun? Absolutely not.

Not when I got all ten soldiers.

Christopher Gordon Skelton. No, sir, all
ten.

Sizable.

No guns.

One more thing, comrade.

Vodka is for sissies.

Men drink whiskey.

Musiki.

You are a silly man.

I think maybe we overplayed this one,
boss.

It happens.

Whoa, Eugene.

I figured I'd find you chomping on a
pastrami sandwich with your mother -in

and cranking.

But then I find you here.

This is unexpected.

I loved Angela, Eugene.

I did too, Anthony.

You hit like a girl.

I'd like that for apple pie.

I took all of his money.

I just told my daughter she can be
anything she wants here.

It's a new life.

It's a new America.

Nothing wrong?

No.

Well, I've been wanting to talk to you.

As a friend.

But I didn't... I didn't want you to
think that I was... Come here, Nona.

Dance with the man that beats up
Russians.

The only thing I dislike more than you
nuns are the bad guys.

I got you, Eugene.

Hey, man.

Hey, Maria.

How are you?

Want a drink?

Bourbon, me.

Coming right up.

As if it wasn't enough, losing your ma
to that maniac.

You had to grow up to be such a
beautiful thing.

Well, look at it this way, nuns.

You'd have been my dad instead of Gene.
Maybe I wouldn't have turned out so

beautiful.

I'm a winner.

Don't you know I have come a lot.

You, uh, boinked the Boston Daughters
page. That ain't the

way to get ahead in America.