All language subtitles for Frequency (2016) - S01E08 - Interference (1080p WEBRip x265 Celdra)

My name is Detective Ramey Sullivan.

My father was killed in 1916.

Last night... Why?

Hello? Hey.

Oh, Jim.

Your father.

Dad? So you're telling me that in 20
years, I'm going to be on the job with

my daughter? No. He died tomorrow.

Dad survived.

But saving his life changed everything.

We've ID'd the remains from tomorrow.

I'm sorry, Rami. It's your mom.

The most wanted serial killer in New
York took my mom. Now, whatever we do,

however we try to fix things, history
keeps changing. Your name is Daniel

Lawrence. How do you know my name?

I'm your girlfriend.

I've never been to Queens. And I don't
know you. I'm sorry.

All I want is to get back what I lost.

Previously on Frequency.

Detective Rami Sullivan, 21st. Why are
you looking at me like that?

Sullivan. Nah, it's okay. You didn't
call me back.

I worked a case with a detective today.
Had zero recollection we hooked up

before. I have a date tonight.

You're dating?

Yeah, we're separated, Frank. For what,
two weeks?

We both know it's been a whole lot
longer than that.

And you asked me if I believe in fate.

Yeah, fate.

It's not whatever you want to call it.

I guess I never really had a reason to.

Well,

we got the hideaway mountain camp.

Now, Larissa was only a nurse at that
camp, which means the Nightingale passed

through that camp.

What you got?

Everything.

So if anyone attended, knows someone who
attended or worked at the Hideaway

Mountain Camp, please call us at this
tip line.

212-851-3122.

I want to speak directly to the family
of the victim.

I'm a detective, but I am also one of
you.

My mother, my father died. I am

going to bring this man out of the dead.

We want to thank you all for coming out.
That's going to conclude this press

conference. If anyone has any questions,
we know our number. You can contact us

here at the precinct.

What you got?

Damn.

How many?

I don't know, 10, 15 more maybe.

All asking to speak with you directly.

What can I say?

The crazies love me.

That's very funny.

You know, I gotta say, I'm not too happy
with you being in the middle of all of

this.

I've been in the middle of this since I
was eight years old. I'll be fine.

Hey. We got DNA confirmation.

Larissa Abbott was the girl that he held
up at the camp in 94 after it closed.

Emmy thinks she was killed maybe late
94, 95.

So she was the Nightingale's first kill.

But why her?

Exactly. Oh, and I spoke to her brother
Jeff here again.

Wanted to see if he had any of the old
things that we could look through.

And? Says he'd do it away a while back.

Yeah?

When?

2001? Her family threw most of it away
after her remains were found.

But you could go to her house.

You could search her room while it's all
still there.

And tell them what?

What are you talking about?

They don't even know she's dead, Reigns.
Now you're telling me she's not going to

be found for another five years?

That's five years of hell for these
people.

I know.

And I get it.

You can't say anything.

How can I not?

Because it's safer if we work these
leads in 2016.

Nothing changes that way. If I can find
this guy today... He'll never see you

coming in 96.

So they suffer.

Right now, you having this information
is more valuable than her family having

it, I promise.

And I know how that sounds, I do.

But I also know I'm right.

Okay, so... What exactly am I looking
for?

Anything camp-related.

Any place you may have hidden something.

Closet, bed, desk, hope chest.

Hope chest?

Trust me.

Really? You realize the ammunition
you're giving me, right?

If your mom ever does let me back into
the house, I'm gonna have some serious

digging to do.

How are things with you two?

I'm giving her her space.

Okay.

Do you think maybe you should try
talking to her?

Tell her what you told me about how the
job got the better of you?

Listen, Reigns, I appreciate the help,
but just... Why don't you just let your

parents be the parents, all right?

I got to hand up.

Hey, I got to go.

Talk later.

Ben.

What's up?

What's up?

Roommate not home?

Look, you don't got to worry about
Marcella anymore, all right? But you do.

Ben put a warning card out on her.
Really?

He's playing this one cards up? Meaning
what?

Meaning he prefer to do it like he did
little Jay.

Dead in the car, two to the skull.

Tell me I'm wrong.

I don't know the particulars. You don't
want to know the particulars. Look, but

I do know you can't be going around
saying stuff like that. Why are you

protecting him, Satch? Huh? You know
what he is. Really? Yeah. Dumbass,

really. I'm protecting you.

I appreciate that.

Yeah, well, don't mention it.

All right, girls. Party's over.

Hey, Mookie Wilson.

How's practice? Good. Yeah.

Is it hard?

Your stuff away.

Thank you again.

I tried to get off early, but it was
nuts.

Of course. I'm happy to help.

You know,

I had a great time the other day.

Yeah.

Me too. It was... It was fun. Maybe we
can do it again.

I'm pretty open next week.

Yeah. Yeah, we should.

It's all good.

All right.

It's a date.

Yeah.

Oh. What did I say? My bad.

So I ran all the names from the camp
files.

Campers, counselors, staff.

Anything? Not really. We got eight DUIs,
some petty theft, a little trespassing.

No one we should keep on our radar.

So we have nothing.

No, not quite.

See, I just got a call.

Apparently there was some youth group
that was associated with the camp.

They bust in juvenile delinquents from
rough neighborhoods every summer for two

weeks.

St. Abigail's Angels.

That's promising, right?

Well, the guy who ran it, he works here
in the city, and I got him coming in

now.

Hey.

You think the two of them ever had a
chance?

What got you thinking on that?

You know, if I had to bet and go all in
on one couple, it would have been them.

Do you know where Larissa is?

Um, I already told you. They said they
don't have any new information.

Ma'am, my name is Detective Frank
Sullivan.

I'm with the NYPD.

NYPD?

What are you doing all the way up here?

We're looking into a case that may or
may not be related to Larissa's

disappearance. What case?

Ma'am, I'm really not at liberty to say.
It's an ongoing investigation.

Is it that serial killer?

The Nightingale?

That's his name, right?

I keep hearing about him on the news.

Tell me that animal did not take my
daughter.

Mrs. Abbott, I... Please, if you know
anything, I just need to know that she's

okay.

We're doing everything that we can.

Okay, I promise you.

But I'm gonna need some help from you.

Can you do that?

Take as long as you need.

So how long has St. Abigail's Angels
been around?

Well, I started it up in the late 80s at
St. Abigail's Church in Manhattan.

I'm a deacon there.

We cater to at-risk kids in the
neighborhood, try to keep them off the

streets as best we can.

I volunteer at work, sports, field
trips, stuff like that.

That includes camp?

I work for the folks who ran out of the
way back in the 80s.

Real nice people.

One year I asked them if they were open
to hosting the kids a couple weeks out

of the summer, and they were all for it.

That's why it kills me to think the
Nightingale had anything to do with this

place. Any of your angels ever act out
while they were up there?

Listen, these kids have been dealt a
pretty crappy hand in life.

But at the end of the day, they're good
kids.

We're just running down every
possibility.

Oh, I get it. You need to turn over
every stone.

Well, I'd be lying to you if I said some
of them weren't in rougher shape than

others.

That's why I called.

Well, we were hoping that the church
could provide us with paperwork on all

these kids.

From the early 90s.

Yeah.

Yeah, I couldn't have a look.

We appreciate that.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

This is the third time in two years
you've tried to hurt yourself.

You want to talk about why you're back
in here?

We can't help you unless you decide to
help yourself.

If people can't help me,

it would only make it worse.

If I had to.

What makes you say that?

I need to go.

Now... No, you know you can't do that.

You're here for another 36 hours, so why
don't we just... I need my cell phone

back.

Need to make a call?

I can do that.

But I'll need to supervise, okay?

Never mind.

Reem.

Reemie.

Hey. What?

I thought I told you to put your clothes
away.

And I did.

Really? Then why am I still looking at
them?

It's my room. What difference does it
make?

Hey, excuse me.

I'm not asking a lot here. I just want
you to put the clothes away.

I have homework.

I'll put them away later.

Did you

talk

to Mom?

Mom? No, why? What, something wrong?

No. So what'd you find?

I found diaries.

All the way from, uh, 85 to when she was
taken in 94.

I'm gonna start there and work my way
back.

She wrote a lot about a hometown
boyfriend.

Mateo Rivera, right?

Yeah. Yeah, I read about him in the
police report.

Word was he beat her, but they could
never make a case. He had an alibi.

Yeah, well, so did O.J.

There's some messed up stuff in here
about Mateo.

And she tore out some pages, so if she
left this in, I wanna see what she took

out.

I'm gonna head up there and see what I
can find out.

Any camp stuff in her room?

Uh, yeah, a little bit. You know, some
arts and crafts.

Coffee mug from somebody named Megan.

That's about it.

Megan.

Camp friend?

Yeah, I asked Lewis' mom, but she didn't
know who she was.

See if I can find out.

Oh, that's good freaking cheek!

Gordo? Yeah?

Can I bring that down?

How about a little ready player, too?

In a minute. I just have some more work
to do.

Raim, it's Sunday Funday.

It's our time-honored tradition, and
I've been dying all week to play this

game with you. Come on.

They were out of pepperoni, so I got
some.

Oh, okay.

You like Captain Bison, right?

Oh, hey.

Kyle. How's it going?

I'm, uh, Raimi's... Boyfriend.

Gordo.

Raimi's non-sexual life partner.

I completely forgot about tonight.

Oh.

Okay. No, no, no worries.

Look, I don't want to interrupt you
guys.

Is that pizza from Cheech's?

Yeah. That half?

Yeah. Oh, you're not interrupting.

You're my new non-sexual life partner.

Kyle, was it? Come here, Kyle.

Wait, is this, uh... Yep.

I've been dying to play. Supposed to be
awesome, right?

Ready player two, Rame, you're on deck.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Was that your head I eviscerated?

Eat me.

Ramey likes people to think she's this
hard-ass Furiosa type.

But deep down, she's just a big softie.
Oh, my God, when she was 11, she used to

kiss her poster of Lance Bass every
night before she went to bed. Wait a

minute, isn't he? No one knew that back
then.

Her first of many.

Imaginary boyfriends.

Ready player two.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, stranger.

One, one, one, one second.

Yeah. Okay.

Hey, guys.

Hey. Yeah, you are. Oh, this is before
we'd ever been, huh?

I'll be right back.

Daniel,

what are you doing here?

Hey, be crazy. Stalker girl keeps
popping in my life every five minutes.

How'd you know where I live?

In the internet. Hey, how many Ramy
Sullivans do you think live in Queens?

Are you drunk?

I am unsober, yeah.

Which, you know, is your fault, by the
way. What?

I can't get you out of

my head.

You always do this?

Drive home, strangers that show up, you
doorstep.

Wasted.

You're not a stranger.

I'm stalking you, remember?

Yeah.

This is crazy.

This is crazy. What the hell am I doing
here? I've got a great life.

I've got a cool job. I've got an awesome
apartment. I've got a... What?

Did you hear me calling you?

Hey.

I want to know right now what happened
to this glove.

Did you cut it up?

Young lady, this glove cost me a lot of
money, so you better tell me right now

what has gotten into you. It doesn't
matter.

You can tell Coach Ted that I don't want
to play softball anymore. I quit.

This is me.

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm great.

Sorry, I just... I needed to know what
that felt like.

Oh.

Oh, okay. Okay. Yeah.

Yeah.

Seller?

Checking in.

All good?

All good, Frank.

What's up?

Don't shoot the messenger, all right?

I'm only doing what I appreciate another
guy doing for me.

No study buddy tonight?

You scared the hell out of me.

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to tuck Rami in.

It's 11.15, Frank.

I wanted to actually make sure you were
really here.

What? Why wouldn't I be?

Because sometimes you're not.

That's cool. You're going to do your
thing, right?

I just ask that you keep our daughter's
welfare in mind like you asked me to.

What are you talking about?

You do realize that protective detail
sees everything, right?

Wow.

Do your little secret agents send you
videotapes, or are they just written

reports? Hey, I don't have to justify my
actions to you, Frank. You gave up that

right a long time ago.

See, but you do when it comes to our
daughter.

Rami will be fine.

It was one kiss. He caught me off guard,
and I didn't mean for her to see it. It

won't happen again.

End of story.

You kissed that guy in front of her
daughter?

Are you for real right now?

All your lectures about protecting her,
about how no one is going to come

between me and her. Now this?

Get out.

This? Get out.

Get out.

Do you want to do this again sometime?

How could you possibly resist?

Standard hotel.

Yeah, and I'm, uh, I'm upset.

That hotel's a modern marvel of
architecture, I think.

If he were alive today, and saw it... A
curb you say would shed a tear.

Yeah.

Yeah, exactly.

Wow, you're almost as pretentious as I
am.

I'm gonna grab you some aspirin. Mm,
yep.

Yeah, yeah, good call.

It's, uh, it's not in the medicine
cabinet.

Top kit under the sink.

Got it.

Sullivan, come here.

Deacon Joe called, gave us a list of
names from his program.

We ran them all through the database.

Any winner?

Well, most of them seem to turn their
lives around, but this guy, Vincent

Davis, he got disorderly conduct and a
few second-degree assault charges.

He's in Brooklyn.

Let's go.

Mateo Rivera?

Yeah?

Detective Frank Sullivan, NYPD.

Mind if I ask you a few questions?

Can

I

help you?

Hey, B.

We're looking for a Vincent Davis.

You got him.

I told the police up here a thousand
times I had nothing to do with Larissa's

disappearance. I was with my sisters
that night. But you two were still

seeing each other when she went missing,
is that correct?

Yeah, barely.

And she called the cops on you more than
a couple times, right? Yeah. Because you

beat her, is that correct?

Mind if we ask?

Drunk driving.

Paralyzed from the waist down.

When? 14 years ago in January.

I think of the way I treated her. I
loved her.

You thought I loved?

Really, man?

I know how it sounds.

But I did.

And I swear, nothing ever went down
between us until I found those pictures.

Pictures? You attended the hideaway
mountain camp when you were younger,

that right?

Church took some of us up there in the
summers.

It was super Bible-thumper, but I didn't
care. The place was awesome.

You remember Larissa Abbott?

No.

Wait, was she the nurse?

Yeah.

90 to 92.

Okay.

Nurse Larissa. She was hot, right?

Everyone loved her.

Anybody too into her?

Theft, maybe?

No, I don't know.

I found these pictures of her one day.

Naked. She wouldn't tell me who took
them, and I knew there was somebody

else. So you just busted her lip, you
bruised her shoulder, you gave her a

black eye? Yeah, that ain't love, pal.

I got some pictures, too. You want to
take a look at them? Do these look

familiar to you?

You want to see another one?

I didn't kill her, I swear.

What about, uh, Larissa's friend, Megan?

Megan?

Megan. Megan is a friend from camp.

Ring a bell?

Yeah, uh, that screwed-up girl that
Larissa was trying to help out a while

ago. Screwed up how?

I think she cut up her own arms or
something.

By any chance, do you remember Megan
while you were there?

There was Scarlett St. Megan.

Who? Some crazy campfire story some of
the other kids were telling.

About a creepy-ass girl that walked
naked through the camp, bleeding from

her arms.

When was it?

I think they said it went down a year
before.

1991, right when camp started in June.

Did you camp her?

No idea.

No one really knew who she was, and no
one ever saw her again after that.

That's what they told me.

The rest of the diary.

June 28, 1991.

I still can't believe what happened
today.

Megan walked through the camp totally
naked.

Her arms were all cut up.

She was about to walk straight into
afternoon mass in front of everyone, but

I saw her first.

No.

Thank God only a few kids saw her.

I brought her to the infirmary.

She was shaking so much.

I tried to calm her down.

I asked her if someone did this to her.

She told me she did it to herself.

She wouldn't say why.

The only thing she said was... I just
wanted to leave us alone.

I'm gonna go get you some clothes.

I ran to get her some clothes, but when
I got back, she was gone.

She was so broken inside.

So scared.

I hope she's okay.

Who is she so afraid of?

Him. Him?

The Nightingale?

Maybe.

I went back through the database of
names from the camp. There wasn't one

Megan.

Look at all the ghosts.

Task force.

Hello. I have information about the
Nightingale killer.

Name? My name is Megan.

Get up.

I have information about the Nightingale
killer. I need to talk to them. You need

to calm down and come with me. I'm going
to talk to Dr. Goldberg about your fire

drill. No, please.

Megan, I just need to talk to them. Just
let me talk to them, please.

I just started my shift outside.

Guy said you wanted to see me.

See what I'm doing here, Frank?

This is.

You know what I did before this?

I made dinner.

You know what I did before that?

I went grocery shopping and I bought the
food for dinner.

You know what I did before that?

I deposited the paychecks I earned from
working double shifts at the hospital so

I could pay for the food for dinner for
your daughter.

Okay, I get it. I'm not the bad guy.

All I have... done is what's best for
her. And don't you dare try to tell me

otherwise. Jules, I'm not. Letting her
see that kiss, that was a mistake.

And I own that.

But while you've been off playing
Superman, I'm the one that's been here

for her.

OK? I am a damn good mother. And I
deserve to try to be happy.

And if you can't handle that, tough.

I know. What do you want me to say? I'm
jealous.

All right?

Well, that's your problem, not mine. I
know.

Mommy? Um, just... Hey.

Can you, uh, give me a second, sweetie?

I'm, uh, I'll tuck Remy in. Yeah, yeah,
I'll be up in a minute to give you a

kiss, okay? Okay, come on, Max.

Hey.

Hey.

Is that all I get for a workplace
drop-by?

Hellos and goodbyes aren't really your
thing, huh?

I'm sorry about the other night.

Dinner's on me?

You're spoiling me rotten, Sullivan.

Well, when you're done with that, I'm
putting you to work.

We're combing through and searching for
any mention of a girl named Megan.

Megan have a last name?

She does not.

You're right.

You're a damn good mother.

You've always been there for Rami ever
since the beginning.

You were a dumb, scared teenager
standout of all life. You...

You're always on top of everything.

Be honest.

Would you really have married me if it
weren't for Rami?

Of course I would have.

Nobody had a gun to my head.

We loved each other.

That was real.

What about you?

Did you marry me?

Yeah.

I'd be lying if I said there weren't
times when I thought about...

what my life could have been if I'd
taken a different path, but anytime I'm

with Raimi, even the hard times, I'm so
grateful for the life that I have.

I'm so grateful for her.

Me too.

I don't know, I, um... I think I thought
when, uh...

When I went undercover, you know, it was
going to be another promotion, more

money. I thought it was best for her,
you know, for all of us.

Somewhere along the way, it became what
was best for me.

I don't know. I don't think I wanted to
admit it.

But I changed.

We both did.

Right?

Maybe that's just growing up.

What are we thinking here?

Hey, I wish I could say I've been doing
this longer than you have, but... I

don't have any more answers than you do.

Hey, I do know that whatever our drama
is, Raimi needs to be kept out of it.

Maybe what's best for us was... Best for
us, huh?

Frank, you there?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm here.

I've hit a wall with some of your stuff.

I've got nothing. You?

No. I did find something.

What's that?

Some bedroom shots for Larissa.

You know, my boyfriend had said
yesterday they'd been with somebody. He

said he didn't take them.

And who did?

That's a good question.

I keep thinking about Larissa's family.

Carmen's family.

The Nightingale tore them apart, Rach.

He's not going to do that to us.

No, he's not.

Did you talk to Mom?

Yeah.

Yeah, we had a party.

Come on.

I thought about Coach Ted and your mom.

Yeah.

You knew about that?

I was there.

Huh.

Thanks for the heads up.

It's not my business.

It's your marriage.

And I'm only eight years old, remember?

Fair enough.

We did finally figure something out.

What? The only thing we agree on is you.

And the only thing we can agree on is
her.

What are you gonna do?

Did you know that I had to ask your mom
out four times before she finally said

yes?

Ouch.

I know.

She was so out of my league, Mames.

We both knew it.

We just had to try that much harder, you
know?

So, three mixtapes and a dime store
bracelet later, she finally said yes.

I want it over once, and I'm gonna do it
again.

Since I'm with the law in Maine, you
gotta swing for the fences, you know?

Yeah.

Megan?

Before we speak, there's someone here
who would like to join us.

Hi, Megan.

Dr. Goldberg gave me a call.

How you feeling?

You can't keep doing this.

I really hoped you were getting better.
We all did.

But another suicide attempt and these
wild stories.

It's clear that you're not.

Dr. Goldberg and I had a long talk, and
we both agree you

need long-term care.

We want you to really focus on getting
better.

No, you can't do this.

You're still a threat to yourself,
Megan, and I really think this is the

best path to your recovery.

We are not going to give up on you.

It's okay.

Please.

Run for it