All language subtitles for Tribal s01e05 The Road to Hell is Paved.eg

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]

BUKE: Who's that?

SAM: It's her.

BUKE: That's your mom?

SAM: Mm-hmm.

How the hell did she get in here?

She does that, you can't stop her.

SAM: Hey, what are you doing here?

Well, if you won't come
to me, I'll come to you.

This is it, huh?

The dream team.

This is Detective Chuck Bukansky.

We work together.

Jacqueline Woodburn.

Call me Buke.

Sam's told me wonderful things.

Oh, I'll bet!

How's my little girl doing?

He's not my boss.

Then who is?

Mom, I am.

Hmm.

Well, Jacqueline, very nice to meet you.

Goodnight.

Doesn't seem like an asshole.

One text message.

That's all it takes.

Call me old-fashioned.

[DRUM BEATS]

Check it.

That's it! Hussle.

- That's it!
- Yeah, yeah.

[COACH SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Let's go.

Hey, hey.

Teammates, remember?

Did someone call the cops?

Keep fowling Sydney like that,

I'll lock you up myself.

Yeah, like I give a shit.

Hey.

You need some help, coach?

I got this.

Come on, let's do it again, check it.

SAM: You call that defense?

RYAN: I'm teaching them
how to guard the key here.

- Are you?
- Yeah.

Careful, Ryan.

Don't wanna piss off the big chief.

She's more than you'll ever be.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hit the bench.

One more like that, you're off the team.

Chick can't hack it.

It's not my fault.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry.

Okay, guys, we've got to focus.

Do it again, we've
got a big game tonight.

Who's gonna take Jordan's spot?

SAM: I will.

RYAN: Yeah?

Yeah.

RYAN: Okay.

What do you guys think of that?

Think you can take on the Chief?

What's she got? What's she got?

SAM: Oh!

[SAM LAUGHS]

Nooo!

Aghhh!

Ah!

Yeah, you better run.

[GUNSHOTS]

- Gah!
- _

CHRIS: Yeah, run Ganz, run!

Stop!

Officer down.

Wilcox Parking Structure.

Suspect is running east on 9th Ave.

Requesting K-9 and airship support.

CONNIE: All right everyone, listen up.

The fugitive's name is James Ganz.

He escaped from the
seventh-floor parking lot

this morning while on
route to a court ordered

psych evaluation.

How the hell did he break free?

Wasn't he cuffed?

Believe me, we're looking into it.

What we need to focus on right now is

finding this bastard.

Now, most of you know who James Ganz is,

so I don't need to remind
you of what a serious

situation this is.

Last year, he confessed to

murdering 4 women on our city streets.

Agh!

LUCAS: We're using all press

and social media outlets on this.

So, needless to say,

the threat here is extremely high.

Now, this is special
agent Madeline Jones.

You all remember last year's man hunt

for Rob Dyson.

Well, Special Agent Jones
is the one who found him.

She was with Marshall's from '09 to '16.

Brought in this morning
from the Feds to run point.

Thank you.

We've put out APB's and we
have agents posted at all

major bus terminals and train stations.

But the good news for
us is that Ganz was shot

in the shoulder during the escape.

So he'll be looking for a doctor.

We've alerted all hospitals and

urgent care facilities in the area.

MADELINE: Ganz is smart enough to know

that we'll be tracking those.

He's gonna find somebody
he trusts to protect him.

Which means we dig into his past.

Find out who he'd turn to.

So anything you know, learn,

or discover about this man,

you bring directly to me.

If this guy confessed
and turned himself in,

why would he run?

Opportunity.

Once these felons are behind bars

taking a hard look at their future,

they'll risk anything to break free.

Clearly, we've underestimated
Ganz up until now.

So, let's go find him.

Before anyone else gets hurt.

CONNIE: Thank you.

Oh, Sam.

Come on in.

This is Samantha Woodburn,
chief of our newly

integrated Tribal Police program.

Connie tells me you're as
sharp as they come, Chief.

Now, with Ganz's history
in the Native community,

I figured it'd make
sense for you two to work

together on this.

Any experience in apprehension cases?

Um... nothing like this.

JONES: We'll take all
the help we can get.

I knew one of his victims.

Susan Ross.

We grew up on the reserve together.

I haven't seen her
in years, but maybe...

Yeah, well, write up a report

and get it to me as soon as possible.

That it?

- Yeah, thank you.
- MADELINE: Okay.

CONNIE: Nothing like this?

I'm not gonna lie.

Dress it up next time.

Sharp as they come...
You didn't hear that?

You're the Chief now, Woodburn.

- Act like one.
- She doesn't care.

Jones is a great leader, trust me.

You could learn a lot from that woman.

Sam!

Connie want you out front working
with Jones and the big boy feds?

He wants us with them.

Oh, please.

What?

He wants his little pet
project on the front page

when we catch the guy.

Chalk another one up for Tribal.

You got better things to do?

I'm not the one who was
late for the briefing.

Here.

Ganz grew up in St. Louis.

Moved here in 2010.

No immediate family in the area.

Based on his tax records,
it looks like he bounced

around as some kind of music teacher

then ended up in social work.

He was a social worker?

For almost three years.

Hi.

Thanks for waiting.

I'm Jimmy.

I need a job.

Can you get me a job?

Uh... let's just back up a little.

All right.

Where are you living, you
didn't list an address?

Staying with friends.

Permanently?

Some nights.

And what about the other nights?

Around.

Can your foster parents help you?

No, they kicked me out when I turned 18.

Have you tried a transitional
housing facility?

I aged out of CS.

They won't accept me.

So, you don't have a place to live?

No.

That's why I need money.

I keep getting sick.

It's so cold out.

Can't you get me a job?

I can help guide you towards employment.

Let's start with a resume.

Can I see your resume?

I don't get it.

What?

His boss and coworkers all loved him.

So did his clients.

So?

Well, how does a guy go
from helping these people

to killing them?

Chris Langford.

Who's that?

One of the sheriffs
that Ganz escaped from.

His old man was a cop.

Old school guy, real hard ass.

Let me guess, sexist white guy?

Yeah.

Bit racist too, you would've loved him.

Hmm.

He'd fit right in here.

BUKE: Sounds like you guys
had a hell of a morning.

Bad as they come.

Well, you're fine.

That's all that matters.

So, what happened out there?

Son-of-a-bitch just exploded on us.

One minute we're walking to the car.

Next minute, that bastard

has Ned's baton in his hand.

Wasn't he cuffed?

CHRIS: Yeah, in front.

NED: We blinked.

Should have known better.

I mean, he turned himself in.

We didn't figure he was

gonna make a break like that.

All happened so fast, Buke.

Well, we all make mistakes.

Look at me.

I mean, I'm working at Tribal.

[LAUGHS]

So did Ganz say anything
before he broke off?

Anything that might help us track him?

Nah, he just sounded crazy.

Kept screaming about judgement day.

BUKE: Judgement day?

Yeah, and demons out to

slaughter him for his sins.

No wonder this chump
was up for a psych-eval.

Don't worry fellas.

We'll get him.

MADELINE: We need the room.

There you go.

SUSAN: Thanks.

Congratulations.

When are you due?

Two months.

Boy or a girl?

A girl.

I wanted a boy.

I've already got two girls.

Wow.

Three kids.

You must have your hands full, Susan.

I love my girls.

How about your partner?

Is he able to contribute financially?

He's gone.

Are you working?

No. I don't have the time to work.

That's why I need money
from the government.

I understand.

Can you get me some money?

We have programs in place to help women

in your situation.

Programs... no,

I don't care about the stupid programs.

I just need the money... for my kids.

Please.

Um, here's that report on Susan.

She had three kids.

Leave it.

Well, we did some extra
digging and Ganz used to

be a social worker.

We're well aware.

Well, the majority of
his cases were Natives.

So?

So, social workers tend to bond

with the people they council.

And that helps us how?

Well, maybe Ganz turned
to one of them for help.

Doubtful.

Most of his victims were indigenous.

To me, that signifies a hatred

towards these people.

Last place he'd look for help.

We found something.

Ganz has a second cousin here

- named Shaina Matheson.
- Address?

4827 Riverside Drive.

That's close proximity
to the parking garage.

We just dummy called
over and she's there now.

Okay.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[DOORBELL CHIMES]

Need your signature.

I didn't order anything.

Shaina Matheson?

Yeah.

Yeah, it says Shaina Matheson.

Would you just sign,

or else I've gotta drive back tomorrow?

- That's not my problem.
- Federal Agent.

Ugh!

- Where is he?
- Who?

What the hell is this?

Ganz.

He was never here.

I don't know what you're talking about.

East side clear.

Upstairs clear.

Nothing over here.

Not here, sir.

I found his coveralls.

MADELINE: You know we
could arrest you for

harboring a fugitive.

Last chance.

Where's Ganz?

SHAINA: Get your little
squaw hands off that.

It's your fault what happened to Jimmy.

My fault?

Go back to your reserve
where you belong,

you Indian bitch.

- SAM: What'd you say?
- MADELINE: Take a walk.

- You're gonna let her talk to me...
- Just out. Now.

MADELINE: Bureaucratic policy.

We have to work with these Tribal cops.

It only makes my job harder.

Those people make everything
harder for everyone.

Mmm, tell me about it.

Bunch of drunks and drug addicts.

Pegging Jimmy for welfare checks.

He's only trying to help, right?

Exactly.

They tore him down,
messed with his head.

They're bringing us all down.

And the longer he's on the loose,

the worse off his chances are.

Jimmy's a sick man.

He needs to be in a hospital,

- not locked up in some jail.
- I agree.

So help us.

We'll bring him in safely.

He said he was gonna hide
out at a friend's house.

Keith Ronald's.

It's a white house on
13th off Oak Street.

You're gonna help him, right?

Yeah.

We're gonna help him.

Get him to a hospital!

Bringing us all down.

Is there a problem here?

That's an actionable statement.

What, you just think I'm
some dumb Indian to babysit?

No.

I heard everything.

You heard my interrogation,

where I enabled trust
with a subject who was

pissed off at you.

Interrogation 101.

Look it up, Sam.

You might learn something.

Isn't that what your boss wanted?

You were playing her?

There you go.

Well, what are we waiting for?

She just gave us his location.

Well, maybe, maybe not.

You think she's lying?

They usually do.

And that's why we got a
warrant to tap her phones

before we got here.

But now, we've got two leads.

And whoever she calls next to warn them,

that's probably where he's hiding.

We're up... she just made the call.

Trace lead back to a Richard Brandt.

Beautiful.

Set up a two-block perimeter.

Call it out, but we go quiet.

Unmarked cars, no sirens,

and I want an ambulance standing by.

I want you back at the bullpen.

SAM: Now? Well, let me help, I can...

No, I want you on background.

This lead shakes loose,
we're gonna need to know

the next place Ganz might try to hide.

You want me to go research?

That another problem?

[CELLPHONE BUZZING]

Hey.

RYAN: Sydney quit the team.

What?

RYAN: The guys kept harassing her.

She stormed off the court and quit.

But she's the best player.

RYAN: I'm worried she's
gonna spin out or do

something stupid.

You try calling her?

RYAN: All morning.

Can't get through, and I
need to be in court now.

'Kay, well, I'll check in with her.

I'll be going back
to the police station.

RYAN: Alright, thanks.

You okay?

I saw the news about Ganz.

Figured you'd be slammed.

Ha... Yeah.

So did I.

RYAN: Alright, I'll see you tonight.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

SAM: Ryan said you quit the team.

SYDNEY: Yeah.

Why?

'Cause all they did was
bully me. I'm sick of it.

So you're just gonna quit and
give up because it's too tough?

What else are you gonna do, go get high?

Hey.

I get it.

It sucks to be pushed
around, insulted, bullied.

Guess what Sydney?

It's never gonna stop.

Not in this world, with that skin?

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

It's supposed to make you angry.

Otherwise, you're just a victim

to guys like Jordan.

I'll kick all their asses
on the court anyways.

Exactly.

And that's why they bully you.

Because you threaten
them with your talent.

Look, Ryan and I will talk to Jordan.

We'll fricken' bench them all.

But if you just quit, then they win.

- Is that what you want?
- No.

Then come to the game tonight.

Promise?

Okay.

Thanks, Sam.

Okay.

Give me some.

BUKE: Back so soon?

Where's your new buddy?

She sidelined me.

Did that woman's hard-charging tenacity

get under your skin, Sam?

No.

Any sign of Ganz at the house?

Found his jumpsuit but
he already cleared out.

What about the cuffs?

They weren't there.

Why?

What are you doing here?

I thought they were
setting up in a house.

Special Agent Jones thought I'd be more

- effective behind a desk.
- Ha-ha.

What'd you do?

Nothing!

Don't look at me. I've been here.

Well, Jones knows the best play.

I trust her lead on this.

Ts... I don't trust
the way she looks at me.

Oh, come on Sam.

We're all on the same team here.

Connie, look around.

This is about finding Ganz, not you.

If Jones wants you to work background,

then just do it.

Go!

Right there. Hold it. ***

It's not Ganz.

Clear.

Shit.

Strike two.

Ugh.

BUKE: What's with you?

I'm tired of looking
up his Facebook friends.

The guy worked at social services.

These people talk for a living,

so let's go talk to them.

Jones wants us here.

SAM: She wants us on background.

Why do we have to be
chained to our desks?

What the hell.

Let's go.

I haven't spoken to Jimmy in years.

Still any idea who
he turned to for help?

No.

Coworkers, friends, girlfriends?

I don't even know the
man they're talking about.

Well, you guys worked together.

Yes, but, when I knew
Jimmy, he was a nice guy.

Just a gentle music teacher.

What was he doing here then?

He was broke.

He couldn't make ends
meet playing music,

so he applied.

But, they shouldn't have hired him.

Why not?

He was totally unqualified.

To do social work?

It's a demanding job.

Most of us have years of training.

So he was fast-tracked.

I told them not to.

So what went wrong?

SUSAN: They're gonna kick me out.

- I've gotta pay rent.
- JIMMY: I Understand.

And I've got three kids,
so I need more money

today, okay? Now.

I know you like jazz.

I bought this for you.

Here, take it.

Help me out.

I can't accept this.

Well, you don't like it?

Did you steal it from
your daughter's school?

So, just take it and sign
the papers or whatever

you've gotta do for the money.

You've already used up
your monthly allotment.

What do you care?

It's not your money.
It's the governments.

I can't just give you money.

I just need a little bit more right now.

- Sign it or whatever.
- Stop!

Stop.

Are you using again?

No.

I have to report this type of behaviour.

What behaviour?

I bought you a gift.

We have programs that you can use.

They'll take away my kids.

I... I...

I have no choice.

There's nothing I can do.

I can't.

I think it might be best if you leave.

Ah!

Ah!

- I hate you!
- Stop!

Ah!

ELLEN: Jimmy was never
the same after that.

How so?

He turned into a
completely different person.

He was short-tempered,
distrustful, dismissive...

It's not ideal for a social worker.

He murdered that woman.

She had three kids.

Hey, Jones.

Check this out.

See, what'd I tell ya?

Look at those two.

This is it?

Yeah, why?

You know it was Chris Langford

- that Ganz got the jump on?
- Yeah.

I mean, how the hell do
you live yourself letting

a guy like Ganz get away, huh?

You remember his old man, Billy?

Langers?

Of course.

Can you imagine him taking
orders from one of them?

You know, if Billy were here,

he'd be tearing the
city apart right now.

BUKE: Yeah, he was a
crazy son-of-a-bitch.

LUCAS: No, he was good police.

Because he didn't buy into any
of this political bullshit.

No.

Those were the good ol' days, remember?

Fight two years ago, so what?

After the attack,

Ganz was forced to see a
psychiatrist twice a week.

Psychiatrist?

Uh, Dr Evelyn Montgomery.

She might know who Ganz
would trust for help.

Possibly, but can't afford
to pull resources all

because of a little spat
a couple of years ago.

It's more than just a spat.

Keep digging.

See what else you can find.

Well, I found this. We should chase it.

And I'm telling you to look elsewhere.

Dig deeper.

Something more current.

Do you remember what it was like, Buke?

Huh?

A guy like Billy wouldn't
last a minute now.

Yeah.

Now look at us...
taking orders from them.

LUCAS: Process that ASAP.

Oh.

Hey, Ned.

Wait up a sec.

Hey, Buke.

Any news?

Ah, not yet, but, you know,

I was going over that report and

I can't square something.

What's up?

Well, they found Ganz's prison jumpsuit

at his cousins.

No cuffs.

Yeah... so?

So, how'd he change his clothes

if he was still in cuffs?

Don't know.

Maybe he cut off the clothes.

Nah, I checked.

They weren't ripped.

Then he must have snapped the cuffs

somewhere in between.

Not so easy to do, Ned.

Well, it's not impossible.

How'd he get the baton from you anyway?

He reached around, just
caught me off guard.

With both hands cuffed?

It all happened so fast.

I don't know.

Maybe they slipped off or something.

Cuffs don't just slip off, Ned.

All right, look.

I know I shouldn't have,

but those cuffs were
digging into his wrists real bad.

So we loosened them up a bit,

gave him some room to breathe,

took it easy on that guy.

What are you gonna do?

Can you loosen these a little?

They're really tight.

Thank you.

You uncuffed him on a transfer?

The guy was in serious pain.

It was a mistake.

Did you tell Jones?

That entitled bitch?

No way. It doesn't change anything.

Come back upstairs
for a minute, will ya?

Come on, Buke.

No.

Just come upstairs.

So you can stab me in the back?

They'll fire me.

Take away my pension.

We need to set this straight Ned.

You never mess up?

I heard the stories about you.

A lot worse than loosening handcuffs.

I'm not gonna drag you.

I'll meet you upstairs.

Where's Chris?

Where are they?

I don't know.

This is your impressive new partnership?

They had orders.

What a joke.

[DOORBELL CHIMES]

Dr Montgomery?

Yeah.

I'm Chief Woodburn
with the Tribal Police.

I need to talk to you about James Ganz.

I'm sorry, I'm with a patient.

Ganz escaped from custody this morning.

Oh, my God.

Okay.

Come in.

I'll be right back.

We can talk in here.

Has Ganz tried to
contact you in any way?

No.

Do I need to tell my family or

should I leave the city?

We could post a unit
out front, if you'd like.

Yes, please.

You think he might contact you?

I know Jimmy better than anyone.

I read that you were the
only person who testified

in his defense.

Someone had to tell the truth.

The truth?

But, he confessed to killing 4 people.

I'm not saying what
he did was justified,

but James Ganz is a very sick man.

Insane, they say.

He suffers from an acute
dissociative disorder

brought on by severe brain trauma.

Was this after Susan Ross attacked him?

Yes.

See, damage to the amygdala and the

ventromedial prefrontal cortex resulted

in his impaired moral judgements
and completely rewired

his cognitive associations.

Cognitive associations?

What Ganz did was horrific.

But, in his mind, those actions were

simply a manic extension
of his social work.

JIMMY: Hi.

Good morning.

One non-fat soy latte flyin' in.

Thanks Jimmy.

You are a life saver.

You okay?

You remember Owen, right?

Yeah.

I do.

SAM: I'm not sure I follow.

DR. MONTGOMERY: As a social worker,

this man was exposed
to extreme hardship.

But that attack flipped
a switch in his brain.

How so?

All those years of
trying to help people were

suddenly self-absorbed
into his own pain.

So what does he do?

He attacks his own clients?

Exactly.

Those attacks were emotionally grounded.

They were a form of
proactive aggression born

out of his own suffering.

He was trying to help them.

By killing them?

In his own delusional mind, yes.

The jury didn't believe me, either.

Do you have any idea where
he would look for help?

I can compile a list of people

he referred to from my
notes and send it to you.

Thank you.

I'll be in touch.

And don't worry.

We'll find him.

[SAXOPHONE MUSIC]

Shh!

Get down.

Don't say anything.

This is Chief Woodburn
requesting backup.

Address is 1734 Oakwood Terrace.

[SAXOPHONE CONTINUES]

Please don't shoot me.

Show me your hands.

Please, don't kill me.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I didn't wanna run.

They gave me no choice.

They were going to kill me.

[SAXOPHONE CONTINUES]

They tried to kill me.

Hey, Jones.

Sam Woodburn just found Ganz.

She has him in custody.

Hey, Chris.

You got a sec?

Did ya hear?

Sam got Ganz.

She's bringing him in now.

That's great news.

I talked to Ned.

He told me everything.

He did?

Now I wanna hear it from you.

Why? If you talked to him, then...

Because if you're smart,

you'll realize this is your
last chance to come clean.

Ganz is in custody.

We're gonna hear it from him,

or we're gonna hear it
from you. It's your call.

JIMMY: Can you loosen these a little?

They're really tight.

Thank you.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

You're free.

Run away, Ganz.

You heard him.

Here's your chance.

Run.

Uh...

I don't understand.

You don't know what this is?

No.

This is judgement day, son.

You like to kill innocent
people, right Ganz?

Well, go on.

Now's your chance to escape.

What's the matter?

- You scared? Huh?
- Agh!

How about now? Are you scared now?

Think about how all those
women felt, you asshole.

Come on.

No-no.

No!

What are you doing?

Agh!

It's a long way down, eh Chris?

- CHRIS: Hell yeah!
- JIMMY: No!

CHRIS: Come here.

- JIMMY: No, no, no!
- CHRIS: Long way down eh Ganz?

JIMMY: Stop it!

Ahhh!

No!

Yeah, you better run.

[GUNSHOTS]

Agh!

CHRIS: Yeah, run Ganz, run!

CHRIS: Stop!

Officer down.

Wilcox Parking Structure.

Suspect is running east on 9th Ave.

Requesting K-9 and airship support.

What should I do, Buke?

Should I lie about the cuffs?

I can't help you Chris.

Why not?

You're no better.

Dad told me about you, Buke.

Said you were crazy back in the day.

Driving those drunk
chugs out in the snow,

burning their clothes,
making them walk home naked,

barefoot in the freezing cold.

Not me.

He must have gotten me confused
with somebody else.

Oh, bullshit.

You're no better and you know it, Buke.

Stop talking Chris.

Call your department rep.

You're in a world of trouble son.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Our word versus Ganz, right?

- You think they'll be charged?
- Nah.

No, it's their word against Ganz.

Who do you think a disciplinary
board's gonna believe?

The convicted murderer?

So they get a pass?

They'll probably get
suspended for negligence,

benched for a few months,
watch a little TV...

they'll be back workin' within a year.

That's just wrong.

And to some of the people around here,

they'll be heroes for
what they tried to do.

Hey.

You did a hell of a good job today, Sam.

Probably don't want my advice, but,

for what it's worth...

you've got great instincts.

But, I've lost a lot of good people,

a lot of smart cops
because all they listened

to were there instincts
instead of their leaders.

Pride can be a dangerous asset

in this line of work.

Connie made a good choice.

LUCAS: Right?

[LAUGHTER]

Oh, Bukey!

We're headin' out. You wanna come?

Nah, I'm okay.

Ah, come on.

The world's a safer place
tonight 'cause of us.

Come on, let me buy you a burst.

Come on.

Come on.

BUKE: All right, all right, maybe one.

Atta boy.

Can you believe those guys
letting Ganz loose like that?

No, I can't.

Don't worry.

I know some of the
guards inside the pen.

Ganz won't last a month in there.

You know what, I gotta make a call.

I'll catch up with you.

Cool.

All right, we'll be at Flaherty's.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Hey.

Hey.

How's it going?

Ugh, it's going.

Aw, I missed the game.

Yep, you did.

So what happened with Ganz?

I got him.

Mmm.

- Damn rights you did.
- Yeah.

So, wait, did we win?

By, like, 6 points.

SAM: Wow.

How'd Sydney do?

She didn't show.

What?

Well, she promised to be
there. What happened?

Don't know, but we still won.

VOICE: You have 1 new message.

JANE: Hey, dad. It's Jane...

your daughter, remember?

Heard about your new
job, sounds different.

Look, I need to talk to you so

can you call me when you get a minute?

Thanks... bye.

Hey, Dad.

Hi. Ya, it's me.

JANE: How are you doing?

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