All language subtitles for Of.Starlight.2011.WEBRip.x264-ION10

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(man whispering in foreign language)

(man whispering in foreign language)

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(ship rumbling)

(device beeping)

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- If we can get them to
commit to 10 million euros,

and that's a cakewalk for them,

then we'll be well past
our goals for the quarter.

Yeah, my personal goal will be destroyed.

All about the bonus.

(phone ringing)

Look, I'll have my admin send
you an email in the morning,

and I'll get the forms
over to you, all right?

Great, all right, well good night.

Good morning.

Okay, bye.

Terry McDermott.

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- Did he contact anybody?

- No, no, at least not there.

I haven't seen him talk to anybody.

- Okay, well thank you very much.

If we have more questions,
we'll come and find you.

- Of course.

Thank you, sir.
- Thank you.

- So what have we got?

- Pretty solid.

Guy's on the phone for the last two hours

with someone in Switzerland

right up until we called his cell.

We got two plane tickets
to Zurich, Switzerland.

Hotel reservations, hotel
reservations in Florence, Italy.

Two tickets back to the states from Rome.

Office phone was in use
pretty much all night.

A cabby picked him up 10 minutes
later outside his office.

- You should check him out anyway.

- Guy just lost his wife, man.

Solid alibi.

- Who's always suspect one?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Mr. McDermott?

I'm Detective Nolan.

You spoke to my partner, Detective Stam.

First off, I'm very sorry about your wife.

I gotta ask, any problems
in your marriage?

- We were going to
Switzerland to close the deal

and then spend two weeks in Italy.

- Mr. McDermott.

- I don't know anything.

I don't, I don't, I don't.

- Well, black Batman?

- He's got nothing to do with it

unless he's the greatest
actor since Al Pacino.

- No, no way.

Not his latest work, it sucks.

I think Sea of Love was less...

- How's the scene?

- Crime scene left a little while ago.

Didn't find much, no blood,
no prints, no fibers.

Oh, and prelim cause of death

is acute hyperpyrexia of the brain.

- Huh?

- That's what I said.

Kind of like a microwave fried
her brain from the inside.

Some scorching on the flesh.

Not enough to cause death
or even a scar really.

- He can go home if he wants.

- Kinda spooky, no?

Think her ghost is still there?

- Shave your chin.

Look like a nut sack.

Okay, Mr. McDermott, you can go home now.

The detectives are done now.

In the next day or two, the
coroner will release your wife

to whomever you make arrangements with.

Again, I'm sorry.

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- [Radio DJ] And nonstop
jams from Wayne to Beyonce.

XM 22 plays hits from the '90s to now.

Sirius XM Love is XM 23 and
all your favorite love songs

from Luther Vandross to Rod Stewart.

XM 24.

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(Terry crying)

(detectives knocking)

- Sorry, Mr. McDermott, we
were wondering if we could

take another quick look at the scene.

- Didn't you guys get any sleep?

- It's 3:00 p.m., sir.

- Oh.

- Relax, sir, we'll be right here.

We'll take a look around
and show ourselves out.

- Sure.

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- Where's your piece?

- Forgot it.

- The fuck?

- I had a beer at lunch.

- One beer?
- Yeah.

- It sure ain't gonna be one, man.

You're not fooling anyone.

Maybe that's why you haven't got
a promotion in, what, three years?

Do we need to print McDermott
even to eliminate him?

- No, he took an internship
with the IRS in college,

so he's on file already.

First thing I checked.

- Good, good.

What's this?

Dumb asses at CSI didn't log this.

- Oh, they're all right.

A certain redheaded guy I hate.

- [Chris] That the new e-print reader?

- Yeah, man, it's boss.

(reader beeping)

Looks like it's just a partial.

But if he's in the system, we'll get him.

- Good.

- Yeah, this is right
over where her head was.

- You mean when she died?

- Yeah.

You know, she was all right lookin'.

I saw the autopsy photos.

She had all kinds of piercings
and tattoos and shit.

Pretty wild.

What's she doing with a
douchebag like this anyway?

But hey, money begets
pussy, right? (laughing)

- Mr. McDermott.

Bob, take the prints to the station.

I'll cap it there.

- Sir.

- Mm, delicious.

This is real gourmet stuff, Mr. McDermott.

My wife buys Maxwell House.

- Tina's vices, good
coffee and expensive wine.

- Mr. McDermott, this
hole, was it always there?

- No, no, I don't think so.

Of course then again I'm never home.

- Listen, I'm a busy guy, wife, kids, job.

But if you ever need a stiff drink, well,

one with company, call me.

We're working hard on this.

We got prints.

- Prints?

- Well, partial.

Pretty good.

Good night.

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(ship rumbling)

(monitor beeping)

(man whispering in foreign language)

(siren blaring)

- [Bob] You wanted to see me, Lieutenant.

- We're short staffed,
and we all certainly know

that your career could use a boost.

Take a look.

- [Bob] Jesus.

- Press is calling him the Brain Surgeon.

First serial in decades.

- Wait, Nolan and I are
already on the McDermott case.

- Husband did it.

- We don't think so.

We really took a hard look at this guy.

- [Lieutenant] The husband always does it.

- Why don't you give this to Lucas?

She's never on the heavy cases.

- Let's just say that the
captain has Detective Lucas

on special assignment.

How is the McDermott case coming?

- Pretty good, got a partial
print that crime scene missed.

- [Lieutenant] Any matches?

- I haven't gotten down to records yet.

- [Lieutenant] Why not?

- Because I'm in here talking to you.

- Get the hell out of
here and do your job.

Stam, where's your piece?

- Hey, I just sent you an
email with that attachment.

It's a partial print.

Need you to put a rush on it.

When the results come back,

contact me or Detective Nolan, all right?

Cool, thanks, Stella.

Shit.

(Terry knocking)

Mr. McDermott, please have a seat.

Some good news, I found a
partial print in your bathroom.

- Yeah, the other guy told me.

So you can catch him.

- You ever notice it's always him?

- It was a woman?

- No, no.
Well, we don't know, but
it probably was a guy.

But I guess women with need,

they have a bargaining chip, right?

- What?

- They're a woman, that's the chip.

Flash that cleavage, show
the top of that thong.

Straight up sleep around.

- You're serious?

- Hey, if I could sleep my
way to the top, I would.

I'm not throwing girls
under the bus or anything.

I'm just saying, no need
to commit crime really.

- My wife wasn't like that.

I had nothing before we met.

She was a speech therapist,
worked with kids.

She could've been like my friends' wives

and stayed at home and
bought clothes and shoes,

but she wanted to help.

We talked about stuff.

We talked about life.

My friends' wives, they open their mouths,

but they say nothing.

So a print?

- Yeah, like I said, just a partial.

But it should give the computer
enough to match someone up.

But if the perp's never
been printed, if he...

Here we go again.

If the person responsible
had never been fingerprinted,

then any print we get
is pretty much useless

until we get someone based on other clues.

Then we print him, match it up that way.

- So what happened to my wife?

You guys figure that out yet?

- Yeah, we can figure out
some basic movements based on

facts like you never saw
prowlers skulking around

your windows, the window
was open, TV was on.

We can figure out where the perp broke in,

where your wife was,
and where they ended up.

- Tell me.

I need to know.

It'll kill me at first,
but I need to know.

- This girl I dated last
year, she cheated on me.

And I needed to know like
every little sick detail.

I hated it, but it kind
of cleansed me, you know?

No making shit up in my head.

I'll copy the file.

- Thank you.

(ship rumbling)

(monitor beeping)

- Boss, Stella.

- The partial came back.

- Hey-oh.

- Picked up on a B and E last year,

but your dumbass uniforms
never read him his rights.

Released within hours.

- Leif Journeyman, fuckin'
name sounds made up.

- Couldn't find any name change or alias.

Social checks out.

He says he's a computer
technician, freelance.

- Looks the part.

I'll go over to the courthouse,
get a warrant on this guy.

- No blood, no DNA, no witness,

no other trace of this guy
besides a smudge on the wall.

Maybe he hooked up the
cable and took a shit

before he left for Christ sakes.

- Are you kidding me?

There were no other prints in that place

except Mr. and Mrs.
McDermott and her mother's

from a visit last Thanksgiving.

No record of any damn cable
hookup or anything else.

- Look, Detective, I'm
sorry, not gonna happen.

I'm not gonna risk my rep
on this paper-thin bullshit.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- Hey, it's me.

Yeah, it's a no-go, boss.

- Bob, how could you fuck this up?

- It's not my fault,
she's a fuckin' bitch.

Chris, Chris?

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(monitor beeping)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

Oh, yeah.
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Yeah, okay.

No, no, I'll come down and do it tonight.

Detective.

- [Chris] Mind if my
friend Jim and I come in?

- I know you investigate a lot of crimes.

I doubt you have a drinking
session with the families

of all the victims.

- That partial print
we found, it's a no-go.

- So you can't figure out who it is.

- No, we know exactly who it is.

What he does, where he lives.

- What?

So go get him.

- Not enough.

All we have is a smudge, nothing else.

And the DA won't make anything out of it

unless we go and get new evidence.

Won't go to trial with half a print.

- [Terry] Well, what do we do?

Just tell me.

- I'd like to tell you
that we'll lean on him,

watch him slip up, look
deeper into his background.

But honestly with our
budget, not gonna happen.

Besides, if he's done this before,

it was probably just as clean.

That smudge was probably
his biggest fuck-up.

Well, okay, I should get going.

I don't want this out of legal.

- Do something!

I pay your salary.

Do you know how much I'm taxed?

Do something!

- Mr. McDermott, take
your fuckin' hands off me.

- I, I'm...

I'm sorry.
- Hey, hey, hey.

It's okay.

If I were in your shoes...

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(door rattling)

(heartbeat thudding)

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(Tina crying)

(door rattling)

(Tina screaming)

(device beeping)

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(device beeping)

(device buzzing)

(Terry knocking)

- So you go to this place,
the guy will set you up.

- How will I know him?

- Don't worry, he'll know you.

This is the perp's address.

- Thanks.

- Justice has to be done, man.

(wind howling)

Morning, Chris, Stella.

- Bob, look at this shit.

Stella, tell him what you told me.

- Well, Detective Nolan asked
me to look into similar cases.

These crimes or murders
resembling the McDermotts

go back decades.

- All over the place.

The fuckin' '50s.

There's fuckin' hundreds.

- [Stella] Burn marks
on the chest and head,

no other injuries, crime
scene otherwise clean.

Many have no prints, some maybe a partial.

- And those partials match our guy.

- Jesus, New Mexico,
Colorado, California, Oregon,

Detroit, New York City,
Boston, Pittsburgh.

Our guy isn't this old.

- Maybe he's a copycat.

In any case, we have enough
for a warrant, right?

- Won't need it, bro.

- What?

Stella, could you excuse us, please?

- I think our guy might
take care of this himself.

- What?

- Give the guy closure, man.
It's not like we haven't
looked the other way before.

- Yes, when we had to, but now...

- Wheels are already in motion, man.

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(Chris knocking)

♪ Thank you for the drink ♪

♪ No thank you, I can
find my own way home ♪

♪ I've been doing it for five months now ♪

♪ Can't do that ♪

♪ Maybe you can give her a call ♪

♪ A lonely, lonely phone call ♪

♪ What did I think you would say ♪

- Make it a pink swirl.
♪ I always gave you ♪

♪ Too much credit ♪

♪ We got each other into
the same damn place ♪

♪ But you never get it ♪

♪ What I did I think I would do ♪

♪ By sitting here across across from you ♪

♪ When all of the retread
problems with you ♪

♪ Teach me when I get through ♪

- Well, got to drop a deuce.

Watch my shit for me, Terry.

♪ I was living with you ♪

♪ To meet my enemy ♪

♪ The one who makes me weak in the knees ♪

♪ Please don't take this the wrong away ♪

♪ I already missed my last train home ♪

♪ And now a few more stories ♪

- Hello, Mr. McDermott.

- Detective Nolan.

Is it new public policy to
keep in such personal contact

with the families of victims?

- [Chris] Can I come in?

- Look, I appreciate you
looking out for me, but I'm...

- [Chris] Terry, let me in, please.

- Fine.

Drink?

- Yes, please.

Off duty.

- Well, you might as well sit down.

- You know, when I was in high school,

my girlfriend was killed
by a drunk driver.

Hit and run, they never got the guy.

- Is that why you become a cop?

- Maybe.

Anyway, I know it's nothing
like having your wife murdered.

I know this, I don't know how you feel.

But I wanted to kill this guy.

(Terry laughing)

- No, it's something your partner said.

You ever notice how the
unknown suspect is always a he?

I guess the feminists don't
want equal opportunity

when it comes to being assumed a criminal.

Sorry.

- I'm just saying, I spent so much energy

wanting to kill the fucker.

If I did, I'd have nothing.

I'd be in jail.

I wouldn't have a great family,
great life, friends, house.

Life is good.

And as much as it hurt when
she died and that there was

no justice, that what I
would've felt, that justice,

wouldn't have been worth what
I never would've had you know?

- Put down my drink.

Go on.

You were a fucking kid,
everything ahead, nothing to lose.

And that's what you lost, nothing.

No disrespect to your girlfriend,

but you're right, that's what she was.

Some girl you used to kiss at the movies.

My wife, my wife.

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We were gonna have kids in Europe.

We had her cycle plotted
out to the very day and hour

when we should make love.

And now my kids will never be.

You piece of shit.

I had everything, and
it was taken from me.

You lost nothing.

Get the fuck out.

No!

(lighter clicking)

- I'm a fucking cop!

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(Terry retching)

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(Terry choking)

(Terry coughing)

- Needs more power.

Dark man had a weapon, strong.

More power.

- You killed my wife.

- Deposit not far enough.

Traveled the void.

Stopped too close.

I remember your image, the
last thing she thought.

I remember her path.

Close, so close.

The building, the building,
thought it was the building.

- What?

- You people.

Such a place, your planet.

Perfection.

Size, gaseous composition,
distance from primary starlight.

You destroy it.

You should all kill
yourselves because you will.

- Who are you?

- For so long, so long, so close.

Knew it was this continent.

Star log computer, auto shift
to land, these coordinates.

But too much damage.

Moon, didn't account for it.

- What the fuck?

- I will go travel the void.

Not endless beauty like your
wife, but travel to my home.

Download into database encryption.

See the radiation, smell the solar winds.

Until download.

My soul.

Generals will receive
message, command, attack.

(device beeping)

One more test.

No pain, Terry McDermott.

(gunshot banging)

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Civilian, unarmed civilians.

I... (gunshots banging)

(Leif gasping)

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