All language subtitles for Life on Mars S01E09 The Dark Side of the Mook

Please state your name for the record.

Richard Milhouse Nixon.

Lieutenant Hunt.

See? You know who I am.

Ray Carling.

What am I doing here with two swamp
donkeys?

Detective Sam Tyler of the 125 Squad. Is
this about the Russians?

Because I put everything I know into my
report.

Case number 62453 concerning the
disappearance of Edward S. Carling, a .k

Eddie Carling.

This is about Eddie? Ray Carling's
brother?

This investigation will determine if
anyone in the 125th precinct of the New

York Police Department aided Eddie
Carling in the commission of a crime or

subsequent cover of one. As you know,
aiding and abetting a suspect in a

is a crime.

Well, that's okay. I only aid and abet
suspects in misdemeanors.

Do you know the whereabouts of Eddie
Carling, Detective Tyler?

That I don't know. All

right,

let's start with the night of August
21st. Where were you?

I was in a hospital bed.

Hospital records indicate that you were
nursing multiple bullet wounds, and yet

you left without telling anyone.

Why would you do that?

There were a number of cases.

I've worked on since coming to 125, and
I thought they might be connected.

And were they?

I pieced them together, and I came up
with an address out in Hastings.

So I followed it up.

Good job, Sam.

But I need you to do something for me.
What is it?

I need you to go to the basement.

Why? The basement, Sam.

Across the room, behind you.

I need you to go down to the basement,
Sam.

You'd met Eddie Carling before the night
of August 21st, correct?

Sad to say, yes.

Eddie's a screw -up.

Ray deserves better.

So does Ray's mother.

And Ray's father.

And on the night in question, where was
Detective Carlin?

He was going door to door.

Sometimes he moonlights as a full -up
brush man. Got a hell of a way with that

Johnny Mop.

This is not a game, Lieutenant.

All right, all right.

Ray likes to play the occasional
accumulator.

Accumulator?

Only.

Any word from Ray?

Nah. Try him at home, try him to snub.

Nothing. What is that? I don't know.
I've been there

all day.

Who's it for?

No card on it or nothing.

Well, who brought it in?

Hey, Ted.

Hey, Ray.

Hey, boss.

Where you been?

Honestly? No, lie to me.

I find that out of the company.

I went up to Yonkers.

You went to the track.

It was the commander's return to turf
for the first time since June, plus his

first start with the new barn.

I'll have to command the fair today.

You stalked the pace and wiped out.

I know what you're going to say. What am
I going to learn, right?

No. What I'm going to say is, while you
were out making fast bets on slow

ponies, a certain waste of wild deer
named Betty was getting himself arrested

once again. You've got to be kidding me.

Where did you get pinched from?

Robbery.

Armed robbery.

The troll made the call.

Out of respect, I figured they'd wait
until you talked to the desk sergeant

before they entered the charges on the
arrest report.

I'll kill him.

What is this thing?

Old pavement Tired darling Take the
first

You left the hospital. I know, Annie. I
was there when I left.

Why? I don't like hospitals.

They smell like hospitals.

What's going on? Hello, Tyler.

Head over here.

Oh, and Sam, if you ever want to know
why you're here in 1973, you can never

tell me.

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

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

on a different planet.

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

Crazy, huh?

Well, so how would you guys up in Hyde,
uh, ID that?

I mean, you can't very well fingerprint
him, right?

We have some pretty advanced methods in
Hyde involving DNA.

DNA?

Like the stuff babies are made out of?
Yeah, like what babies are made out of.

Wow.

So what's with Ray?

I mean, it's not like him to miss out on
an opportunity for some gross out of

humor. Who's a Carlos more important
than a head in a box?

It's his brother.

His brother?

His kid brother, Eddie.

Oh.

Why is he dressed like that?

Is he a magician?

No, Eddie is a doorman at the Monarch.

Ah.

Eddie Carling.

Multiple counts of petty theft, drunken
disorderly, disturbing the peace.

How did a guy like that manage to get a
job as a doorman at one of the best

addresses on the Upper East Side?

You got a brother?

So you got him a job.

Nothing gets past you.

On August 21st, your brother committed
an armed robbery of a dry cleaner two

blocks away from his job, still wearing
his doorman's uniform.

The arresting officer brought him into
your precinct.

Now, you would do anything for your
brother, wouldn't you, detective?

Get him a job.

Get him out of jail.

Now, that's where you're wrong.

You know how bad this is?

Racer, come on. Don't racer me, you can
of cancer.

You don't understand.

No, you don't understand.

I'm trying to help you get your life
together.

I got you the job.

I let you crash in my place when you
can't make rent. I fixed it so money old

man down in Florida don't hear about the
minor sneaks and mooches you've been

pinched for the last few years.

And this is how you repay me.

With an armed robbery in your top hat
and tails.

Directly across the street from where
you wear the top hat and tails.

Master criminal.

I got the number for the store manager.

In case you want to call and see about
dropping the charges against Eddie.

No, not this time.

We're not dropping nothing this time.

You want smack?

What?

Me? Smack?

I'm the one that Dr. Silverstone had to
chase around the office just to get me

to take a flu shot.

Yeah, you always were a ladyboy when it
came to that.

You can't do nothing right, you know?

Look, I make $1 .25 a week to dress up
like the freaking Nutcracker, you know?

Changing litter boxes for rich old lady
kitty cats. Thank you, man. Yes, ma 'am.

My pleasure, ma 'am. All the while, my
older brother's carrying my water for

Now you think that makes me feel how you
should feel?

Humiliated.

Come in.

Um, the, uh, head -in -the -box case?

I'd like in on this one, boss.

You just got shot.

Grazed. I got grazed.

I really want to be part of this
investigation.

Fine. As long as you let no nuts work a
medical magic on that graze.

So, where were you?

I was out.

Yet?

We're out.

Yeah, I was on a date.

Ah, on a date.

Mm -hmm.

With a sucking side wound?

Well, that's not a nice way to describe
her.

She was more like an oozing head trauma.

Sam, you saved my life, remember?

Now, I promised myself that I would try
and be a better friend to you.

As someone who listens.

When you tell me all these strange
things.

How there are people taking you off your
life support machines.

About how you and your mother are
somehow the same age.

And how Paul Newman is going to one day
make spaghetti sauce and salad dressing

and lemonade.

And do great things for mankind.

So here I am.

I'm ready to be open to all of it.

and quite suddenly you become secretive.

I... Two days ago, we were pursuing a
man you said was your father.

Now nothing?

Annie... Sam, you told me you were
having visions of a woman being chased

through the woods in a red dress, and
then it happened.

leave my crazy rants i don't know

i just all that happened out there

I got work to do, you know.

Thanks for the bandage.

I worked the case till my tour ended,
and then I went home.

So the rest of the night was uneventful?

Yeah.

What about the phone number?

The phone number?

The phone number.

Whose was it?

Excuse me? The phone number on the body.

Who answered the phone?

When you dialed the number, who picked
up Detective Tyler?

You know who.

Tell me who this is, Joker.

Tell me who this is or I'll climb
through the phone and piss on your

Red.

How you doing?

Been better.

How you feeling, spaceman?

Guy just got shot. You've been running
around like a chipmunk.

I was only grazed.

You know those things will kill you. Oh.

They won't have a chance.

The whiskey and the salami will beat
them to it.

So, what's going on with your brother?

Don't you worry about it.

Anything I can do to help? Yeah, you
could don't you worry about it. So we

an ID on the head. His name's Albert
Corsi, 45 years old, unmarried, hangs

with one of those biker gangs who call
themselves the Vicious Psychos. We're

going to talk to him. You guys coming?
Come on.

To meet the friends of the head.

How could we resist?

You okay,

boss? Yeah.

Besides, Ted and me were just having a
conversation with these gentlemen

about... Albert Corsi! I told you he's
not one of us.

I know you know something about Albert
Corsi.

And you know.

I know.

So how about we play a different game?

If I win, you talk. If you win, we walk.

At least until I go down and see my
friend Judge Berger and we get a warrant

toss this place.

Hey!

Trust me.

It'll be fun.

It's called international cover -up.

Six drinks in all.

Three pints of beer, three shots of
whiskey.

Whoever finishes first wins.

Simple.

And because today I feel magnanimous,
I'm gonna let you take the shots.

They're dainty.

Like you.

I gotta drink three shots before you
finish three beers.

You're joking. I never joke about booze.

Let's get it on.

Wait. There's only one rule.

You cannot touch the other guy's glass.

Not at all.

Agreed? If you say so, Oink.

I got so much to drink.

What do you say you give me a little
handicap, a little head start?

I don't know about that, I am.

Let him start.

He's cute.

Thank you, gorgeous.

I learned to play this game back in
World War II.

I learned that victory is achieved not
with brute strength, but by outsmarting

your opponent.

Back then we valued smarts. Since JFK,
this whole country has turned to

personality.

Okay, you can start.

Uh -uh.

We agreed.

You can't touch my glass.

Hence the name of the game.

International...

Cover -up.

Dirty bastard.

See what I did here?

Chris, who's the most clever mammal in
the zoo?

You are, Luke. Now, why don't you tell
me about your friend Albert Corsi?

Okay.

You want to know about Corsi?

He's a knucklehead, that's why.

Comes around here a couple weeks ago
trying to find some partners for a job.

Only he's a knucklehead, so everyone
says no.

One guy says yes.

It's a part -time patch holder named Big
Boy Louie Bosco.

Because he's a knucklehead, too.

Big Boy Bosco.

Thank you.

Next time you should come to one of my
barbecues.

And I'll beat your sorry ass at croquet.

Lieutenant Hunt.

You have some pretty unorthodox
investigative methods.

What can I say?

I'm an artist.

But I get results.

Bosco, police!

We found the guy we were looking for,
didn't we?

Well, most of them, anyway.

Well, I'm guessing Albert Corsi and big
boy Bosco here made the wrong guy mad.

I'll assure an alarm to all the other
precincts to have us notified if any

headless bodies are discovered.

You know this guy?

Well, the clothes look familiar, but I
can't place the face.

What are you reading?

thick sense.

Schizophrenia, ESP, and the conscious
mind.

Sounds deep.

Why are you reading about ESP, Annie?

Because I can't stop thinking about it.

The red dress.

You heard?

And you predicted it.

I mean, scientists are just beginning to
understand the components of

extrasensory perception.

Okay, but where does the schizophrenia
part come in?

I'm worried about you, Sam.

About your mental health.

Well, me both.

Why, just the other day I received a
phone call from the great beyond.

Maybe it was 2008.

Or maybe it was God.

From high in the heavens having a little
laugh at Sam Tyler and the whole

existential shell game.

Well, I want to talk to you about all
this.

I want to talk to you.

About Ray.

What about him?

Does he seem a little angrier than usual
to you?

Everyone is upset.

Someone is cutting off heads in the
precinct.

Ray is probably more upset on account of
his brother Eddie being arrested.

It's a shame.

You know, there's a lot of things I
don't like about Ray Carling, but... He

always been a good brother to Eddie.

Ray's even been letting Eddie live with
him.

How long has Eddie been staying with
Ray?

Maybe a month, maybe more. I'm not sure.

Why?

That explains a lot.

Sam, what's going on?

I'm not completely sure yet.

But thanks, Eddie.

See you later.

Do you speak any English?

What's going on?

Well, I've been talking to this nice
lady for ten minutes and I have no idea

what she said.

Buenos dias, senora. Mi nombre es
detective Tyler.

¿Cómo te puede hablar?

Yo vengo a dar información de un
asesinato.

¿Qué asesinato?

El hombre grande.

Tiene que cortar la cabeza.

She's here about big boy Bosco.

Mira, yo vi salir del apartamento a un
gigante.

She saw a man come out of Bosco's
apartment. His hands and face were on

Did she just say that big boy Bosco was
killed by the devil?

Yeah, I think so.

Just got a call about a headless body in
Hastings, 35 Stewart. Let's go.

You coming?

Yeah. Hey, Franny.

Huh? You find someone who speaks
Spanish, take this woman's statement.

Yeah, sure.

It's baked purely on scent adjustment.

Of course, he's been dead at least three
days.

But the body was dug up recently. I'd
say in the last 24 hours or so.

Let's check the house, Chris.

I'll call the loot. Yeah.

You don't think maybe it really was the
devil?

There's no such thing, Chris. There's
only bad people.

What did you just take off the body?

What are you talking about? I saw you
take something off the body, Ray.

You want to search me, Spaceman?

Is that what you want to do?

This mope's head might be gone, but at
least it ain't up his ass like yours is.

It's about your brother, isn't it? No,
this is about you keeping your

out of other people's rice.

That's what this is about.

A short while after your detectives
returned from 35 Stewart, Eddie Carling

posted bail.

We weren't able to locate any paperwork
indicating who the surety was.

So many pieces of paper these days.

I lose a piece of paper, I file another
piece of paper to find a missing piece

of paper. So you don't know who bailed
Eddie Carling out of your jail?

Not a clue.

When I got back to the station, Eddie
was already gone.

Who bailed him out?

Now, that's an interesting story.

Hey, Eddie's not in holding. Where is
he? Hold on.

Uh, he made bail, like an hour ago.

He what?

Who posted it? I don't know. I didn't
see the shirt, his name. But Sam had the

papers. Well, Sam had the papers, didn't
he? Yeah, and you know what? It was

kind of weird.

Eddie acted like he didn't want to
leave.

Call him.

Ray and Sam.

Yeah, I don't have time to talk.

About Eddie.

I'm listening.

I bailed Eddie Carlin out.

You bail out my brother.

You got some stones on you, Tyler.

Well, you know, I figured whatever you
got mixed up in had to do with your

brother, so I sprung him myself.

See where he'd go. He made a beeline for
this.

Just a bunch of jewelry, silver, some
cash, nothing epic.

Nothing worth decapitating people over.

So what are you guys mixed up in, Ray?

Where'd you get the stuff from, Eddie?

Fine. Take it down to the station. We
can have a conversation there. Get your

hands off him, Tyler. Two people are
dead, Ray.

The killer's still out there, and you're
withholding vital information.

Do you have any idea what Hunt's going
to say when he finds out about this?

don't understand.

One last time.

Where'd you get the stuff from, Eddie?

Okay.

It's what me, Corsi, and Big Boy Bosco
stole from this guy who lives at the

Monarch. The Monarch.

Okay, that's the building where you
work.

Yeah.

Now, who's the guy?

Donovan Stamp.

Who's Donovan Stamp?

You know who Donovan Stamp is? He ain't
from around here, Eddie. He's the

werewolf of Wall Street, huh?

The werewolf of Wall Street?

He's a big -time philanthropist. They
got parks named after him.

I mean, even now, with the stock market
melting around him, this guy somehow

still gets richer.

Okay.

So you pull this clown stick up, looking
to get busted, because you figure jail

would be the only place he'd be safe.

Right? Or maybe you figured jail would
be the only place he'd be safe.

Hey, hey, no. Rayson was just looking
out for me. We don't owe him no

explanation, Eddie. But you knew, Ray,
this whole time. You knew. Yes, I knew.

Sometimes you got to keep a secret when
the reason's right.

So why haven't you questioned this
Donovan Stamp guy?

Three reasons. Number one, the minute I
do, I implicate my brother in the theft.

Number two, Stamp is a businessman. He
ain't the type to decapitate a couple of

mooks over some stolen silverware. And
number three, he's the werewolf of Wall

Street. That makes him one of the
untouchables.

This is the guy who eats Sunday cake
with congressmen. He plays in Mayor

Lindsay's foursome up at Westchester.

You don't just walk in and accuse a guy
like that of murder. You just don't.

You do?

You and Detective Tyler took Eddie back
to the Monarch so he could return what

he stole from Donovan Stamp.

Yes, we did.

And this was the last time you saw your
brother?

Yeah, that was the last time.

Mr. Stamp.

I want to apologize on behalf of my
brother. And as a police officer, I give

my word, you will never see him again.

The strange thing about being robbed
forces you to realize what is truly

valuable. Yeah, I guess I kind of took
that by mistake.

I was like you, you know.

Not a nickel in my pocket.

So I learned all of the petty grifts and
short cons that one needed.

World War II, New York City.

Had the morals of a basic sewer rat. I
would gladly lift the insulin

from my own diabetic mother's dop kit
and sell it on the street, leaving

a chocolate chip cookie in its place.

We can't ignore the fact that the two
murders are linked to the robbery in

home. Those two men were thieves.

They took things.

I mean, I don't even know what that is.

You took their lives.

I took their lives?

What are you accusing me of, detective?

I thought I was the victim of a crime.

Are you suggesting otherwise?

We're going to have to ask you to come
with us, Mr. Stamp.

Do you believe Donovan Stamp had
something to do with Eddie's

You don't get to be the werewolf of Wall
Street without a little bloodlust.

Corsi, big boy Bosco, that left...
Eddie.

We talked with Mr. Stamp.

He did not speak fondly of his time at
your precinct.

This whole thing is utterly ridiculous.

You want ridiculous?

Look familiar?

Of course not.

You're bringing a charge? Because if
you're not bringing a charge, my client

I are walking out of here. Quite a
coincidence, though. The two of the

people who robbed you turn up dead?

Or it's what kids today call comic
retribution.

You know, I've always wanted a belt of
Wall Street type in the face.

Never have, though.

Which is surprising.

Lieutenant, you will do no such thing.

I have belted plenty of lawyers.

It's like eating potato chips.

Once you start, tough to stop.

Someone like you, Mr. Stamp, I'm
guessing, probably wouldn't want to get

hands dirty.

What you're saying is that I would hire
someone to eliminate those who are wrong

to me.

Sadly, you missed the point, Detective
Tyler, by choosing the path that they

did. Those men guaranteed their fate.

It was their doing.

Mine.

I need to speak with a detective.

I'm a detective.

Put the bag down.

Now step back.

Don't move.

I said don't move.

Put it down on the box.

Now get down on your knees.

Get down.

Now keep your hands up.

I killed those men.

Albert Corsi and Louis Bosco.

That machete in those clothes.

A tall man with burn scars on his face
and hands walks into the precinct with a

machete and a head in a box and
confesses to the murders.

That's what happened.

You can't make this stuff up. Just
another day at the zoo?

Underground, assface.

All proof you need is in the box.

Let me guess.

Big boy Bosco.

The northern part of him, anyway.

You wouldn't by any chance know what
Donovan Stam would you?

I do not.

Figured. Although it's odd. He's famous.

The werewolf of Wall Street.

I hate Wall Street.

And all who crawl there.

You want to tell us why you killed those
two men?

I was in a diner.

Eating soup.

They insulted my scars.

I don't believe you.

I offer a full confession.

The head.

And you don't believe me?

I can't believe my ears, detective.

Yeah, well, I can't believe your ears
either, pal.

Diablo.

Well, you're free to go. For now.

For now?

You hear that, Willis?

The boy detective is going to maintain a
grudge.

Stand in line, friend.

Get him out of here, Ted.

I am going home to sleep for 14 hours
straight.

I don't think I'll ever sleep again
after seeing that man and his box.

I know.

Good night, Annie.

See you tomorrow.

Um... We'll talk soon.

Okay?

I'd like that.

The chief of D's came down hard on Hunt
to close the case.

We tried to connect Stamp to the guy
with the scars, but we came up empty.

And by then, Stamp was buried six
lawyers deep.

We couldn't touch him.

At this point, where was Eddie Carling?

I don't know. Last time I saw him was at
Stamp's apartment.

So neither you nor any of your fellow
detectives colluded to assist Eddie

Carling escape prosecution.

Of course not.

I'm the one who posted this bond,
remember?

I mean, I'm still on the hook for the
dough.

Listen, don't you worry about it.

I'm going to find my brother.

Well, we hope you do.

He has a lot to answer for. You guys are
the least of his problems.

Hear you this. When he comes up for air,
and he will, he's going to run to you

just to get away from me.

I'll call you as soon as I get settled.

Look, thanks for everything you've done
for me. I didn't do nothing. The

werewolf didn't touch charges.

That's how you caught your break this
time.

Hey.

Take it.

Wild Blue, I... I can't take Wild Blue.
Sure you can.

Wild Blue so made you racer. I don't
want to be racer anymore.

What do you mean?

I'm done.

And I got nothing else to give. You took
everything from me, from the whole

family, all these years.

And then I almost let you take my badge.
I mean, what's a guy like me do when he

loses his badge?

I know you think I'm a screw -up. Hell,
I think I'm a screw -up.

It's not easy being the brother of a
cop.

Try being the brother of a nitwit who's
one bit short of being two -bit. That

ain't no bubble bath either.

I just wanted something for myself.

My life would have been so different if
I just passed that officer's exam.

Mine too.

Here we are.

I can't take your car, A .C. You gotta
go far, far away and never come back and

don't ever call me again.

All right? Anybody asks you, you have a
brother, tell them you had one once but

he died because that's what I'm going to
say when they ask me.

Don't do this, man. Get out of here.
It's already done.

For God's sakes, Ray, I'm your brother.

Not anymore.

Not anymore.

We're done here.

That's it?

No cigarette afterward? No cuddling?

We'll contact you if we have any further
questions.

I will be waiting.

I left the taste in today's interviews.

I take it we got what we needed.

We did.

What took you so long?

They try to recruit you or something?

Ray and I are on our way to seek a drink
at the Snook.

He's buying.

I could certainly use a drink right now.

They're grabbing at the desk.

I'll catch up with you guys.

Fine. But if you're not there by the
time I finish my first mug, you're

your own way, spaceman.

Who is this?

You're doing an excellent job, Sam.

Tell me who you are.

Don't worry, Sam.

It's all going according to plan.

What plan? What's the plan?