All language subtitles for The.Outsider.S01E05.The.Tea.Drinker.1080p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-EVO.[eng]

S-7 dispatch on scene.
Be advised...

Shut it down in both directions.
Nobody comes in.

Tracy, put the gun on the ground right
now and everyone gets to go home.

Come take a look at this.

Jesus Christ.
What the hell did that?

You're kidding me!

What, you didn't like the lamp?

It's a perfectly good lamp!

So what, it didn't go
with your color scheme?

You're allergic to plastic?

Just tell me.
I... I really want to know,

because I... I don't ever want
to make you mad again.

So what?

What?

What is happening to me,
you cocksucker?

I... Just tell me!

Or strike me dead,
because I'm... I'm ready!

I'm fucking ready!

So, come on!

Come on, you motherfucker!

Anjanue?

- Okay, so, she's done in New York?
- She is.

She find anything out?

Well, she managed to talk to the
Maria Caneles woman in Riker's.

And?

Apparently, her story is
pretty much the same

as Hofstadter and Maitland's.

So, she's uncovered a national ring
of falsely accused child murderers?

- Anything else?
- No, I...

I've just told you the sum total
of what she told me.

Where is she now?

Headed back to Dayton.

Headed back to Dayton.
Why?

You know the drill, Howie.

You start out in city A.
That leads you to city B.

What you learn there takes you
back to A, but with educated eyes.

I think she knows more
than she's saying.

Yeah. Maybe she's waiting
for everything to gel.

You're the one who said
to have faith in her,

so why don't we just do that,
see where she takes us?

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Okay. Fine.

So how was your week?

It was okay.

Yeah?

Listen, honey, you're doing everything
you're supposed to.

Working on your GED,
going to all your meetings.

Dropping clean urines...

You keep that up, you stay clean,
in two months, we go back to court,

I'm guessing judge
is gonna downgrade your charge

to a misdemeanor, time served.

Did you go to your
parenting workshop this week?

Not this week,
'cause the baby had got sick.

Did you notify your instructor?

I texted her, but she didn't get back
to me to say she got it.

I'll look into that.

Eric Stander?

Sorry... Excuse me, right this way.

Any word yet on that grey gunk
they found in the barn?

Not as of yet, but hopefully soon.

Excuse me...
I just want to remind everyone

that if you're gonna wear
a hoodie,

it needs to be back down
off your face.

Thank you.

Sir, in the green.

Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

Tough day?

More like weird.

Weird how?

There was a guy...

Just weird.

Do you mind if we order
takeout tonight?

The thought of cooking right now...

I'm gonna go lie down for a bit.

Just call me
when the food is here, okay?

Food's here.

Get up, babe.
Baby, get up.

- Come on, Jeannie, get up.
- Oh, please...

- Come on.
- Leave me alone.

- Sweetheart. No.
- Leave me alone, Ralph.

- Enough's enough.
- I'm... Please. Ralph...

- Pull yourself together.
- I don't want...

- Pull yourself together.
- No!

- Pull yourself...
- Pull myself together?

Oh, my God, pull myself together?

- Yeah, Jeannie...
- Oh, my God.

You gotta pull yourself
together, okay?

- You have got to get on with your life.
- Like you?

- W... At least I'm trying.
- You're trying?

- Yeah, I'm trying.
- Oh, my God, Ralph.

It's 2:00 in the afternoon.
You're shitfaced.

- Trying? Oh, my God, please go.
- Jeannie, he's gone.

- He's gone, he's not coming...
- I know he's gone!

Okay. He's gone.

- He was mine.
- Yeah...

- And he's gone.
- I was here.

I... You're gone.
It's... It's me and him.

- You weren't here.
- What?

You weren't here.

Please go.

Please... Please go.

- Who was the boogeyman?
- Sorry?

When you were little,
who was the boogeyman?

Baboulas. My old Greek granny
used to say if I didn't behave

- he'd come and take me away.
- Grief-eater.

- What?
- I say grief-eater, you say...

First thing that comes to mind.

- Ulcer.
- Too literal.

- Stress giver.
- More poetic.

- Skye?
- Hold on.

Thanks.

- Tear-drinker.
- Better.

- Where we going with this?
- So you're the tear-drinker, your words,

and you're thirsty,
where would you go?

- Poetic or literal?
- Literal.

- How thirsty am I?
- Very, and not in a rush to leave.

How about a funeral home?

That's got to be
like a non-stop Niagara Falls.

Too impersonal.

It likes to be the cause
of the tears.

The grief.

Well, according to my parents,
that would be any time

I come home for a holiday.

It likes to linger.
Likes to savor.

It's an "it" now?

What about a haunted house?
Does it believe in ghosts?

Maybe if it made the ghosts
ghosts to begin with, then...

Or a cemetery.

Its victims are already there.

The family comes to mourn
over and over.

Hey, there you go.

And it wouldn't be disturbed.

Can I just ask...
What do you do?

I'm a private investigator.

- Investigating paranormal activity?
- Not at all.

So... all this we're talking about,
we're just goofing around, right?

Do you know the city well?

Does Tarzan know the jungle?

I can give you 200 dollars
to drive me around tomorrow.

Ralph?

Ralph?

Sit.

Tell him to stop.

Stop?

Or he'll die.

I don't understand.

You'll both die.

Jeannie... Hey, Jeannie.

Oh, Jesus.

You stepped on some glass
in the dining room.

I did?

You don't remember?

You know what? I'm gonna go
get some stuff for this. Okay?

Tell me what happened.

I got a glass of water,
I guess... I dropped it.

So...

You just cut your foot
and came back to bed.

Guess I was half asleep.

Ralph...

I think you should drop
the investigation.

Why's that?

Because if you don't, I feel like
something very bad is gonna happen.

Something bad's already happened.

I'm just trying
to get to the bottom of it.

Someone was here last night.

What do you mean,
"someone was..."

- "Someone was here," like, what?
- In the house, he spoke to me.

- Somebody broke in, what...
- He said...

that you have to stop looking into

the Frankie Peterson
investigation...

Oh, baby, baby...
Right, you had a dream...

- or you'll die.
- Nobody's gonna die.

- We'll die.
- Nobody's gonna die.

Jessa Maitland gave you that exact same
message, she chose you to give it to.

- That exact same message.
- Yes.

- What does that tell you?
- Tells me that

what a sad little girl said
got under your skin.

It tells me that
Frankie Peterson's murder...

makes Derek raw
for you all over again,

just the same as it does for me.

You stir all that together, what you
end up with is a very bad dream.

We sat right in there.
We did.

You... Last year after Derek...

Do you remember the doctors

put you on the combination
of antidepressants?

And you used to sleepwalk,
all the time.

- Remember that?
- Not all the time.

It was a lot.
You just... You don't remember.

Well, I'm not on those meds now.

Fair enough,
but you still sleepwalk.

Sometimes I think
it's just 'cause you miss him.

You get up, you... I...

I figure you're kind of looking for him.
You know?

Listen...
I don't live inside your head.

But...
I swear to you...

all that happened last night
is you had a very scary,

very vivid nightmare.

This is what you do, isn't it?

Take the whole family.

What?

It was here.

What was?

It's all in the air; all it had to do
was close its eyes and inhale.

It likes to linger.

All the grief down there,
what a feast.

Ralph Anderson.

I sent you some photos
from outside the cemetery

where the Williams sisters are.

And others from outside of the cemetery
where Heath Hofstadter was buried.

Not much to look at.

Have you been
to where Terry Maitland was buried?

- I didn't see any reason to.
- Then can you do something for me?

Can you go out there
and, take some photos?

- Of the grave?
- That and whatever's close by.

Such as?

Anything that looks derelict.
Abandoned structures,

homes, factories, dumping grounds...

You need to tell me
what this is about, Holly.

I'd be embarrassed
to say right now

because I... I might be wrong,
but it could be important.

I've stuck up for you with Howard and
the others since you left for New York,

but I don't have a clue
what you're doing right now,

so you need to give me something

so I can take it to him,
or he might pull the plug.

Humor me.

Did you know him?
Oh, you did.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't know him,
but a friend of mine did and he...

when he heard I was
passing through,

he asked if I could come here
and pay his respects for him.

Can I ask, who he was to you?

My friend said he was
a good guy, but...

I don't understand what happened
to him.

He fucked him over good.

Fucked over Heath?
Who did?

- He fucked me over, too.
- Who did?

Maybe I can...

What's your name?

You sure you'll be okay in there
by yourself?

Yeah. I'm just checking
to see if I need a stitch.

Okay. I'll be here.

What?

The investigator we hired
wants me to go to the cemetery to...

take photos
of where Terry's buried.

Why?

That's what I said.

Are you gonna do it?

- I don't know...
- You should tell Glory.

W... Why would I upset her?

Because I think she'd
be more upset if you didn't.

I'll call her later.

Here.

Yune. It's, it's Ralph. Listen, manager
of the strip club, Claude Bolton.

He's got a sheet, he's done some time,
so, we should have his prints.

Do me a favor, will you? Throw him up
against the Peterson homicide.

No, it's probably nothing.

And... and,
can you send me a mugshot?

Thanks.

So, Claude's prints didn't match
anything from the scene.

Yeah, I didn't think they would, but...

You want to tell me
what that was all about?

Jeannie drew that. Somebody she saw
in the house the night before last.

Someone broke in?
She okay?

, no, no,
she just had a bad dream.

My grandfather and his two brothers
were Marines in Korea.

My great-grandmother used
to worry herself sick over them.

Then one night she has a dream.

This woman comes to her in the dream
with two pails of milk.

My great-grandmother says,
"There's supposed to be three."

- Okay.
- The next morning,

there's a Marine at her door,

telling her that one of her sons,

my grand-uncle, Roberto,
was killed in combat.

My grandfather and his other brother

made it through the war
and came home safe.

Dreams are messages, bro.

Terry once told me that
if he died first,

he wanted to be here because...

all his people are here...

going back to the Civil War.

Oh, my God, look at this place.

- Did you order the stone?
- Yeah, it comes in a month or so.

They said they'd put in a temporary one,
but where the hell is it?

Thanks again, Glory.

Is that it?

No.

Tell me again why you're here.

Honestly, I don't know,

but do you mind if I take
some photos?

Of what?

What is he looking for?

Jesus Christ.

- That's the barn.
- What about it?

Where they found Maitland's clothes.

No, no.
But we forgive him.

You guys came in from Taiwan?

Pardon me.

Wonderful.
It's great that you could come in.

Hey, what you drinking?

Ginger ale.

And?

Just ginger ale.

Oh... Taking a break.

Yeah, I guess so.

Hey, listen, you went out to that barn
the other day, right?

Yeah, it was a real bullshit run.

Time I got there, the Staties
had been done and gone.

Did you see anything you think
the Staties might have missed?

- Like what?
- I don't know, anything, you tell me.

- I should tell you?
- Jack, I...

You're not even on the job,
Anderson,

all of a sudden
I have to give you a debriefing?

Jack, I was just,

- Yeah.
- ...curious. I didn't mean to...

Hello, little man.

- You want to hold him?
- No.

I think I'm coming... coming down
with something, I don't know.

- You don't want to hold my son?
- T, you don't... you don't want...

I'll be right back.

Hey, Jerome. Hey, Jerome.
Hello.

Hey. Hey, look at me.

What the hell is going on with you?
Is it the ginger ale?

I like you better
when you're drinking.

I like you better
when I'm drinking too.

You've been ten kinds of out of it
these last few days.

You can tell me anything, Jack,
you know that.

- Just going through a patch.
- What is it, the divorce?

Your parents? Your health?

- I'm fit as a goddamn fiddle.
- Really?

You just told me in there
you were coming down with something.

No.

- Then why wouldn't you hold my son?
- 'Cause I... I don't... I don't want...

You don't want what?

Anything to happen to him.

What are you talking about?

I have to go.

If you don't tell me what's going on
I will find out.

- T, you need to back off.
- Why?

For your own sake.
I'm just... I'm begging you.

Okay,
so tell me what I'm looking at.

- Looking for.
- For. Looking for.

What am I looking for?

- Hiding places.
- For who?

- Could be a who, more likely a what.
- What?

Heath Hofstadter never laid
a hand on those girls.

- Okay.
- And Terry Maitland

didn't go near that boy.

And you know this without ever having
stepped foot in Cherokee City.

- I do.
- How do you know that?

- Tell me that. How do you know?
- It didn't surprise me

that the barn where Terry's clothes
were found was close to his grave.

I just asked you
a straight question,

and I want you to give me
a straight answer.

Would be better
if I told you in person.

Not just me, you need
to tell everybody involved,

so you need to come down here.

- Howie will book a flight.
- No more flights, I'll drive.

- Holly Gibney.
- Holly? Hey, it's Andy.

Listen, I'm in the lounge downstairs,
and I just stopped in for a drink,

I... I was wondering if...

If...?

Well, if you felt like
coming down for a bit.

Won't you come upstairs?
There's a minibar in my room.

Okay.

I snuck into Heath Hofstadter's
house yesterday.

- Oh, yeah?
- It's deserted...

- A real mess.
- Oh, I can imagine.

But, Heath's bedroom...

- Bed had no mattress on it.
- Crime Scenes probably took it.

Well, I'm sure, but the thing is,

someone afterwards put clean sheets

a... and a blanket
on the box springs.

Two years ago in Chicago,
the daughters of an old woman

hired me to investigate
the strangulation murder of their mother

after the police
had closed the case.

Her money was gone,
her jewelry was gone,

she lived in a crap neighborhood so,
the police just targeted local junkies.

Which I knew wasn't right.

- Because?
- Because,

she was found laying face up,
with a pillow under her head

and a washcloth over her eyes.

- Which said to me that...
- Whoever killed her

had a strong sense of remorse.

They tried to make
her comfortable afterwards,

and the washcloth over the eyes...

Tells me that he was afraid to see the
disappointment in her eyes.

This was maybe someone...

she knew.

Possibly even someone who loved her.

Agreed.
Why are we talking about this again?

Because this was a...
a gesture of remorse.

The bed maker was possibly involved
in the killings of the... the sisters.

Just didn't get caught.

Go you.

I'm... I'm so sorry...

I have this big meeting coming up,
and I'm a... a bit nervous about it.

I... I should never have...

It's fine.
Don't worry about it.

- But I should go.
- No, no...

Could we maybe just,
just lay down for a little?

Maybe just a little...

Sometimes it feels like
offending people has...

become a way of life for me.

And...
I'd like to apologize for...

getting up in your face yesterday,

when all you were doing was
asking me

the same damn questions
about that barn I'd have asked you.

Okay, well I appreciate that, Jack.
But there's... there's no need.

Look, the... the thing is,
I've been having

some personal problems
these last few weeks.

The drinking's been
number one on the hit parade.

Well, you know, cut back a little,

I'm sure you'll find you'll regain
that slender, girlish figure of yours.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sure it's...
sure it's too late

for us to ever be friends, and...
for that I take all the blame.

But, being the lazy bastard I am,

I'd... I'd like to shoulder
more of yours,

and everyone else's workload
than I have been.

Can't say that I wouldn't enjoy
seeing that.

If you give me the chance
to come on board...

I'll show you what an asset I can be
once I put my mind to a thing.

Frankie Peterson, Terry Maitland,

those cases are closed, so...
we're just a bunch

of concerned citizens
more curious than most.

All I'm asking
for here is an opportunity.

What can you tell me
about the barn that night?

What the fuck?
What do you want?

Put down the gun.

Come on, man, I'm begging you,

- you don't have to do this.
- Get down on the ground!

Put the gun on the ground right now
and everyone gets to go home.

Tracey, give it up!

Put down the gun!

- Come on, man, please.
- Put it down!

You shoot me, they shoot you.

Don't shoot, please.

Show me your hands!

Damn.

Guess what?

It's unloaded.

Somebody should tell him,

next time you commit suicide,
just stay home and swallow pills.

Danny, come take a look at this.

Jesus Christ.
What the hell did that?

Dad...

Dad...

Look at me.

Look at me.

You need to let me go.

Dad...

You need to let me go.