All language subtitles for Life on Mars S01E12 The Simple Secret of the Note in Us All

The men and women of New York are a
special breed, capable of surviving the

urban jungle, but at what price?

We've grown accustomed to living with
the violence, squalor, and most of all,

the acts of depravity, both large and
small, that robs us all of our humanity.

Depravity, both large and small.

Joey Conway turns one hell of a phrase.

Turned. This is why I walk to work.

I hate to break it to all of you, but
this is a crime scene.

I'm not to cross -contaminate.

All right.

Well, we can ignore all rules and
protocol and do whatever the hell we

Well, somebody definitely wanted this
guy dead.

Because there's multiple stab wounds,
most of them around the heart.

How do you sound?

Make sure you get that, Chris.

Joey was one of those nabobs who liked
to wear a scarf, like it was the

Derby.

So many stab wounds.

None of the junkies would put in that
kind of effort.

So then the question is, who'd want the
city's most beloved columnist dead?

That ain't the question. The question
is, who'd want him alive?

Any similarity between Joey Conway and a
human being would be purely

coincidental. I'm not a big fan of the
press.

Any ideas for Joey Conway? How could a
man be stabbed to death?

Lieutenant Hunt, given your history with
Conway, are you really going to

investigate this case?

As soon as we have something, you'll be
the first to know.

What was she talking about, boss? Your
history with Joey Conway?

Harry!

Hey, Gene.

You're the son of a gun. How you been?

Okay, how are you?

Excuse me.

You rule the day.

Kojak hits the airwaves.

As I assume most of you realize by now,
due to the fact that a swarm of locusts

is now in your precinct, that this is no
run -of -the -mill case.

And not only has the press lost one of
their own, they've lost a man who had a

highly publicized, less -than -ideal
relationship with our Lieutenant Hunt

So they're anticipating a laydown on
this case. Less than ideal how?

Harry, you haven't met Sam Tiley yet,
have you? Huh.

So you're the boy wonder.

Harry Wolfe, chief of these.

Now, guys, Joey Conway was as emblematic
of New York City as stickball, hot

dogs, and the Mets.

And I didn't like him any more than some
of you did.

But if we blow this, they'll never let
us forget it. This is under the glare.

So let's make it clean, and let's make
it count.

And whoever cracks it, I'll see they get
their due.

We got a twirl reporter in Lost and
Found. She used to

work with Conway at the paper.

Do I ever get to learn why Gene Hunt and
Joey Conway were mortal enemies, right?

They didn't like each other's face, man.
Leave it at that. Some men just don't

like each other.

Cain and Abel, Ho Chi Minh and LBJ.

Me and you.

I got you a cup of coffee, hon.

You worked with a guy for three years.
Did Conway have any enemies?

Enemies?

Honestly, I don't know if the man had
any friends.

His motto was, make them all hate you,
and then sleep till noon.

Any, uh, angry readers do more than
talk?

One loon threw a cherry bomb into our
office last month.

We don't know for sure if it was for
Conway, but it was the day after his 10

Reasons Why the Yankees Are a Joke
column.

Still, I can't believe somebody would
kill Conway on something that he wrote.

Did he mention where he was going last
night?

He did.

A doll's life.

Preview was last night.

The artist did this little cupcake. I
think Joey was sweet on it.

Is that the cupcake's name?

Uh -huh.

And why do you think Joey was sweet on
it?

He had pictures of her all over his
office.

Her, her work. It's like a shrine.

The victim's husband, Tony Crane, is a
person of interest.

Who's responsible? Tony Crane!

Spaceman.

How about we daydream when we're not
trying to solve the case that's going to

get me bumped up?

Yeah.

What's that?

Conway's fan mail. Found it in his
office.

He had a lot of people that did not like
him.

That's just from last month.

That's from last year.

Whoa.

Adult life.

This is dark.

What happened to the classy stuff?

Oil paintings of old ladies, bowls of
fruit.

Cigar chomping bulldogs playing poker.

You know who owns this place?

That would be me.

Nice to meet you.

Tony Crane.

Detective Ray Carley.

My name is Sam Tyler.

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.

You're Tony Crane.

That I am.

Yeah, we're here to talk about Joey
Conway. Still can't believe he's gone.

Joey built this city, one word at a
time.

You're Tony Crane.

I assume at some point there will be a
little more to your line of questioning

than this.

Tony Crane.

I'm sorry, do we know each other?

Oh, we will.

One day.

We think Joey Conway might have stopped
by here last night. He was here at the

preview, just for a bit.

And what time was that? I should do it.

What time did Conway stop by?

It was around 8 or 8 .30.

He wasn't here for very long.

I don't think the exhibit was really to
his taste.

Who knew?

If I would have cut the heads off my G
.I. Joe, glued it onto a chair, I could

have been an artist.

And if I had a fright wig and a poncho
be a lip piece, I could be a detective.

Just kidding.

I love the look.

Are you Flannery?

Oh, so you're the, uh...

Creative force behind all this.

That I am.

And yes, my misspent youth beheading
dolls is what made me the artist I am

today. These men are here about Joey
Conway.

Oh.

How awful.

Last night he was so jolly. Did Conway
say where he was going last night? I

mean, any reason why he might have been
on the A train?

Tony Craig.

Joey wasn't much for sharing.

And even I were up to our eyeballs in
collectors.

It was a virtual coronation.

Hey, the opening is tomorrow night. You
fellas should come.

You son of a bitch.

Tyler, I beg your pardon? We're
arresting you for the murder of Joey

What? We are?

Based on what? Based on the fact that
you're a piece of garbage that's going

grow to be a greater piece of garbage.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Whoa! Whoa! Tyler!

You dinged out bastard!

The hell's the matter with you?

Hey, I'm really sorry about this.
Listen, if anything comes to mind

Joey Conway, please give me a call. Of
course, of course. Yeah, let's go.

Clearly Detective Tyler is carrying the
dark dog on his back. Let's go!

Get him some help.

The man definitely had a gift.

Conway wrote a column on the best and
worst restaurants in New York.

Bet none.

Worst, this poor place called the
Athenian. Conway said the food is so

cockroaches carpooled to the kitchen on
the backs of the rats.

Well, he kept tapes on all of his
interviews, so hopefully there's

there. You got nothing.

Nothing. Oh, except for the fact that we
now have irrefutable proof that this

guy is one Brady short of a bunch.

Explain.

He wilded out on this gallery owner and
his adorable little piece.

He wanted to arrest the guy, tried to
arrest the guy, for no reason. And why

you do that, Detective Tyler?

Because I know him.

And what did he do?

Bop your kid's sister and eat up all
your chocolate candy while he was at it?

People will try to arrest him, but he'll
end up running an empire.

But he is a thing for young female
artists. He snares them

and he supports them.

And then... What?

Did you ever look at someone you're
sending down and wish you'd done it

ago? The eyes of the world are watching
us.

We do everything above board.

The way you are always squawking, we
should do things.

We're making a case.

Sam.

Sam. Sam, help me.

You promised you'd help me.

Why won't you help me?

Sam.

Sam. Why, Sam?

You shouldn't be here, Detective.

I just have a few more questions about
the other night.

Do I have your word you won't get all
Charlie Manson again?

Yeah.

I just wanted to establish you with Tony
all night at the preview.

I was. All night.

Listen to me.

I owe it to myself to tell you this.

Leave Tony Crane.

Just go far away from him.

Because he will destroy you.

You just don't know it yet.

Not that it's any of your business, but
Tony loves me.

And he believes in me.

I come from a town in Ohio so small you
could throw a rock from end to end.

I arrived here with $200 and some silly
dream of becoming an artist.

Tony took me in.

Tony believes in me.

My work.

When you work with these dolls, you see
yourself in them?

Maybe.

And yet most of them, you mangle.

Nothing pleases a girl more than to be
psychoanalyzed by a psychopath.

Detective Tyler, this is Ed Redlich,
Tony Crane's lawyer.

Judge Vincent just put down a
restraining order.

To keep Crane away from Eve.

No, no, to keep you away from both of
them, you lunatic. What?

You apparently assaulted Mr.

Crane in his gallery yesterday.

And then this morning you forced your
way into Miss Flannery's loft.

I had to do something.

Tyler, let me make myself eminently
clear.

Not only will you be arrested, but
you'll lose your badge if you come

feet of either Mr. Crane or Miss
Flannery.

Now, why don't you try to find the
subway killer?

And quit harassing some of our most
upstanding citizens.

Gene, you gotta believe me. This guy is
bad news.

I'm pretty sure he's good for the Conway
homicide. And if we don't do something,

he's gonna kill this girl.

No more fancy hunches.

Let's pull him in.

Put the squeeze on, Gene Hunt style.

Why can't we do what you always do?
Because for the first time ever, Tyler,

I'm policing in the full glare of the
public eye.

Did you know Conway wrote a puff piece
about Eve Flannery? He spent two weeks

with her as she was getting ready for
her first show at the Whitney.

I wonder what Crane felt about that.

What is it with you and this Tony Green?

His wife, Penny Margolis, she worked
exclusively with

oils.

Wild stuff.

Multi -panel paintings of rain.

She painted rain.

Her career just started to take off, and
she came to me.

She said she was scared that Tony wasn't
well.

That he'd hit her.

And worse.

So I did everything I could legally do.
You know, I got a restraining order.

Then he found out that I tried to get
her to leave.

She died because of me.

Are we talking about the future again?

We need to start kicking in doors and
bashing heads.

What? I guess it was just a trick of the
light, but for a moment there, you

looked exactly like the lute.

The die has been cast.

You will pay for what you did. That's
Greek.

The guy is Greek. There are dozens of
threatening letters, all with the same

handwriting. How do you know he's Greek?

I used to pour the pork to a Greek chick
back at the academy.

Lovely. What was the column you read
yesterday about the best and worst

restaurants? Wasn't the worst of the
worst a Greek place?

It was, it was.

And the worst place to eat in New York,
the Athenian.

The food is so bad that even the vermin
steer clear of the stale baklava and

undercooked lamb.

I can't imagine the owner would be happy
with that review. Come on, let's go.

Good afternoon.

Can you tell us where we might find
Dimitri Pantos if we want to talk to

We wanted to ask him a few questions.

Like, is it still called souvlaki if
it's not on the skewer?

My... Joey Conway ruined me. He ruined
me. He deserved to die. Put the knife

down, Dimitri. Do it now.

No. Do not come closer. Do not come
closer.

Good job, kid.

I am.

Well done.

Dimitri Pantos, you're under arrest for
the murder of Joseph Conway. No, Ray.

No.

Boss, he killed the man.

Okay. But just one.

Don't even mark.

Tape recorder?

To ensure the appearance of propriety.

Luke wants this on the up and up.

Professional language, professional
conduct.

October 6th, 1973.

The interrogation of Dimitri Pantos.

We know you were Joey Conway's most
devoted pen pal.

Over 200 letters detailing the many ways
you wanted to kill him. We have

eyewitnesses tying you to the cherry
bomb that got tossed in his office.

He was a eunuch pig, just like you.

That's how you want to start this, you
greasy moussaka?

Erase that. Back it up.

Comway poked at your business with his
article, so you poked back.

The only one I want to poke is your
wife.

Comway said that he was being followed,
and that's what you did. You followed

him into the subway, and you stabbed
him. I followed him.

I followed him to see how this son of a
whore could get through the day after

destroying the lives of hardworking
people.

Where did he go that day?

To the office, to the hot dog stand, to
the Hotel Marco, and

he stayed a long time, so I left.

Did anybody see you leave?

Where did you go after that?

Can someone give you an alibi?

No alibi. My truth is my truth.

Whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

I see things are going well.

I have nothing to say.

Conway is dead.

Made the devil piss on his corpse.

I'll dream to that.

Joey Conway wrote a piece on me, too.

Almost ended my career.

I policed these streets 28 years.

All down the toilet because of the lies
that man told.

They call it an expose about police
brutality.

It wasn't all lies.

The truth I would never run away from,
but the lies.

My restaurant used to have lines out the
door until...

That Malacca Conway?

We can't break even on a Friday night.

I've taken bullets to these streets.

I've been beaten, bloodied, stabbed,
strangled, and spindled.

Never once regretted any of it.

Of course, I joined up to safeguard the
city I love.

Joey loved the city, too.

But his way was to write about it.

My way was to bleed for it. But after
that, that piece came out.

All the people just spat in my face.

He humiliated me.

Dimitri, thank you.

Three generations of Pantos built that
restaurant.

Everything your grandparents built, gone
because of that man.

I did what any real man would do.

For the Pantos' name.

You stood around and watched, but you
stood up to him.

Yes.

You did it for the family.

Yes, I did.

You stood up to him. You killed him.
Yes.

You killed that fat bastard. Yes, I did.

I killed him. I killed him, and I'd do
it again.

Sam, I heard he confessed.

He did.

But something's not right.

Pantos mentioned following Conway to the
Hotel Marco the day of his murder.

Would you check it out for me? I would,
but hunts watch me like I'm the Pruder

film, you know? It's about to be great.

They're holding a press conference
tomorrow to announce the arrest on the

homicide. We're running out of time.

Do you have a motive?

No, I don't.

So you want me following up on leads
based on your unfounded hunches. I know

don't believe how or why I come to the
conclusions I do, but have I steered you

wrong yet?

Now Conway's hanging in the meatpacking
district with transvestites.

You know, hatters with bananas.

Oh, yeah. They're packing meat already.

Why are we still listening to Conway's
tapes?

We got a confession from Panto. Yeah,
who's as confused as a baby in a topless

bar. The boss set up the press
conference for tomorrow rather than

us time to find more evidence that
Panto's was threatening Conway. Well,

speaking of confused, I'm a little
worried about Sam. He's acting kind

Nothing. What is he not acting? When he
starts to act normal, then you should

worry. What?

What? What is it?

It's nothing.

Just more tranny talk.

I'm leaving him. Don't kill me. Tell me
what to do now.

Thank you, Mr. Capote.

I thought I was clear. I don't need
saving.

You remind me of a girl. An artist who
painted rain.

And one day, there were no more
paintings.

And it was because of Tony.

What are you talking about?

Tony Crane.

Detective Tyler.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of being
a murdering rat bastard.

I believe you are the one who's going to
be arrested.

Really? After all, I have a restraining
order.

Out of here.

At one time, we had to play by the
rules.

And you do this. Gene, Crane is our guy.

You are under arrest.

No, you don't know what he's capable of.
You don't know what he's done. I mean,

what he's going to do.

None of you do.

None of you.

Eden.

Eden.

Eden.

I followed up on that hotel.

The desk clerk said that Conway checked
in the afternoon he died with a woman.

Did he get her name?

No. I only saw her in passing, but the
description matched Eve.

They're having an affair.

Crane found out. That gives a motive for
murder.

It doesn't make sense, though. You
didn't know Joey Conway. He was a family

-type guy, a salt -of -the -earth
Irishman.

You said you put Tony Crane away in the
future.

How'd you do it?

Well, he was arrogant, beyond belief.

He kept the murder weapon, the knife,
and his laptop bag.

What's a laptop bag?

It's a bag where you keep your laptop.

Oh, right, yeah.

Okay, someday, Annie, computers will be
the same size as notebooks.

Notebook -sized computers.

Because in the future, small is better,
and these notebook -sized computers help

you to do things like office chores,
send messages to friends, easily find

Time for the press conference.

Noon.

I was wondering when you'd come by to
gloat.

In a few hours, the loot's gonna make a
fool of himself.

Because unlike you, he has the wrong key
to the right keyhole.

Why are you doing this?

Not for you, spaceman.

But on this particular occasion, the
boss needs a little help from the

fringe.

I should call the cops.

I need to know. You and Joey Conway.

Are you lovers?

Lovers.

I know you were with him at the hotel
the day he died.

Joey was smart.

Perceptive, like you.

He asked me to meet in secret at the
hotel.

When I got there...

He told me I should leave Tony.

He was saying all kinds of things, how
he'd done some research about other

girls, girls from the old days, girls
who'd vanished, an artist called Anya,

another one called Vandy.

Joey claimed Tony did horrible things to
them.

He got me a train ticket, a place to
stay.

I couldn't do it.

I thought about it.

Tony found out.

I got a piece of comrade's scarf here.

Put this in his closet or off somewhere
private.

I'll take care of the rest.

Why?

So I can find him when I leave the
police raid in about an hour.

You want me to plant evidence?

That's what has to be done.

Conway was right. Tony is a murderer.

He stabbed Joey Conway to death. No. You
know this Eve.

I know no such thing.

Think back the night of the preview.

Was there a period of time where you
didn't see Tony?

I know if you think hard you can
remember a half hour period where you

plain didn't see him.

I leave you for two minutes, babe, and
this is how I find you.

She had nothing

to do with this. What are you going to
do, huh?

No gun, no badge.

Not so big now, are you?

Yeah.

I was hit by a car in 2008.

And what sucks for you is that I woke up
here midway through your secret

history.

You're saying you're from the future?

I am.

And I arrested you then for a horrible
murder of a beautiful young artist.

You're crazier than I thought.

I'm done with you.

The cops will find you dead.

I'll say you broke in.

Threatened Eve.

Tony, no!

You are a

monster.

And you only get worse.

I know what you become in the future.

The future?

What the hell are you talking about?

The quick resolution to the murder of
Joey Conway is due to the dedication and

resourcefulness of my team.

Detective Ray Carling, let the
investigation answer any questions you

have. Thank you.

No comment.

You

escaped

from our cell. You embarrass this house
at the press conference.

After the second time in two days, you
violated the restraining order.

There's nothing I can do for you now,
Tyler.

Crane killed Joey Conway.

He didn't remind you we have our man?

Demetri Pantos threatened Conway.

Tony Crane might have had it in for him,
too.

What? It was on one of Conway's tapes.
He said he started to worry about Crane.

And Conway was trying to convince Eve to
leave Crane.

Why don't you say something sooner?

Well, I wasn't really sure at first, but
Tyler seemed like he was on to

something, so that's why I let him out.
You know what? Just for the hell of it,

I'm going to sue you too, Lieutenant
Hunt. Shut up. Sir. I'm also going to

charges against Detective Tyler. Not
now. Please, sir.

That's later, Norris. And conspiracy to
plant evidence. Speaking of evidence.

Norris, what are you doing? This is Tony
Crane's typewriter.

It helps him do things like office
chores and sending messages to friends.

And hidden here...

Laptop. 73 style.

Clearly, clearly, that's just more
planted evidence. I mean, good God,

What, is your whole department in on
that? Keep your shirt on.

Is that your typewriter?

I can explain.

Even if it is, it's an admissible. You
didn't have a search warrant.

I did.

It turns out there were reports of...

Drug activity at the gallery opening
last night. So I secured a warrant, went

and searched the premises and found
this.

Chief of D said keep it clean.

It's clean.

Yeah. Yeah, well, we'll see about that.
It won't stick.

You know why?

Your detective is insane.

Totally loco.

Go on, Tyler, get it off your chest. I
know you want to.

Tell him, Tyler, or I will.

Tell us what?

Sam Tyler is from the future.

What are you talking about?

He's a time traveler.

Sort of.

Go on, Sam, tell him. They know you're a
madman. You can't hide it anymore.

Tell him.

I'm from 35 years in the future.

He had a car accident.

and wakes up here.

And there's another Tony Crane. He's in
the future, and he kills some woman,

some 2008 woman.

Which is why Tyler is so hell -bent on
stopping me now. I mean, wow.

So now what do you say, Gene?

Where'd he get all those ideas?

I don't know, boss.

Mr. Crane told me all this.

Okay, okay, don't start playing games
now, Tyler. But clearly only a severely

deranged and mentally disturbed man
would come up with such a bizarre excuse

discredit the arresting officer. This is
ridiculous.

Are you telling me that you don't think
he's crazy? Come on. You know he is.

Mr. Crane, I think we need to put you
someplace quiet

until a doctor can look at you.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a
minute. It's clinical detention for his

safety under Article 9 of the Mental
Health Act.

You can't do that.

Let's get a doc up here.

He's a big sedative.

And you can get some rest.

Let's go.

I will get out.

You can't stop me. Wait.

I just did.

Stop it. Stop it.

I will get out.

In a startling turn of events, New
York's finest, who had claimed they

murderer of Joe Conway, backtracked when
all evidence pointed to art world

luminary Tony Crane. To hell with the
press.

You

only

saw the monster.

But like all of us, there was more to
him than that.

Go make yourself a great wife, Eve.

Was it just that he could help her with
her career, so she decided to look the

other way?

Or maybe they're going to spend enough
time with a crazy person, and eventually

some of their madness rubs off on you a
little.

That sounds vaguely accusatory.

The more time I spend with you, the
dizzier I get.

Well, maybe that's not madness. Maybe
that's something else.

I thought Tony Crane was the arrogant
one.

Do you think maybe you changed the
future for the better?

Saved Eve and others and Tony's wife in
2008?

I don't know.

A lot can happen in 35 years.

I just have to be happy with what I can
change now, I guess.

Yeah.

Leave the laptop for later.

Thank you.