All language subtitles for The Calling.S01E02(1)

It could be Vincent
put it there himself,

like he left his phone behind,
not wanting to be found.

Oh, you don't believe that.

Why don't you just say it?
You think he's dead.

Mr. Conte, do you think
your son is dead?

Parents often have instincts

when it comes to their children.

Do you think your son is dead?
How dare you ask me that.

I'm sorry. I asked, because
sometimes people know things

without knowing them.

What I know is what
I already told you,

that Vincent doesn't have
the tenacity

to run away nor to stay away.

He's too weak.
You need to find him.

I'm so sorry.

My family in times of crisis,

we come bearing baked goods.

That and if there's anything
I could possibly do,

which I say even when I know
there isn't.

Thank you.

Come in.

I heard about the backpack.

Has here been anything else?

No, nothing.

And how's Olivia?

Is she doing okay?

She's... she's pretty stoic,
at least outwardly.

Inside, I don't know.
None of us are doing too well.

I can imagine.

Well, if there is anything
I can do,

you will let me know.

Actually, here, sit.

Has... has Vincent ever
said anything

to you or Zach,

I mean, even indirectly
about running away or...

No.

But...

I might have said
something to him.

What do you mean?

Well, he seemed a little more
troubled of late,

and my sense was...
Like, forgive me,

my sense was that of, you know,
it was something about here.

Here? What...

Well, his home life.

I told him
you don't have to stay, that...

You know, I asked
if there were other places

he could go, like relatives or...

Wait. You said that to him?

Well, he shut
the idea down completely.

But now as I play it back,

maybe my questions
struck a chord.

Did... did you tell this
to the police, Dania?

No.

Honestly, I didn't think
anything of it.

It was such a fleeting question
that didn't even seem to land.

But now I'm suddenly wondering,

maybe it did.

Perhaps I planted the seed.

I am so sorry, Nora.

It was not my business.

But I saw him hurting,

and I... I felt...
Oh, my God.

He'll come back.

He has to.

This feels like a harsh place.

Yeah, it's high school.

That's kind of the point.

It's meant to be Darwinian.

Maybe not the safest place
for Vincent.

Was it for you? Harsh?

It's partly why I'm a cop.

I had a pretty rough go of it
my sophomore year.

I would rush home from school,
hole up,

and just watch TV.

Let me guess,
"Law & Order."

Yeah, I found it comforting.

Mr. Avraham?

I beg your pardon.

Is it your first name Avraham
or your last?

Both.

Avraham Avraham?

My parents liked the name.
This is Detective Harris.

My pleasure. We will summon
Master Lafferty,

but best I alert his parent.

For what reason?

Well, when the police show up
to talk to students...

He's not a suspect.
We just wanna get information.

Even so, if it were my child...

Let's pretend that.

That Vincent Conte
is your child.

He is missing.

How you doing, John?

This is harassment.

Just keeping an eye
on your stuff.

You've been dispatched
by your colleague.

Yeah, well, we're looking
for a missing kid.

I already told Mr. Avraham
that I haven't seen him.

Well, yeah, I'm here to learn
what you did see,

because you notice shit, John.

Hey.

Have a seat.

It's a bigotry.

Like it's a crime
to be homeless.

I'm always a suspect.

No one's accusing you
of anything.

Nonsense.

Every time
there's a broken window,

a jimmied car door,
an overturned trash can

eyes turn to me,
be it neighbors or officers.

There's a contagion to it,

which I'm not immune to,
you know?

The suspicion,

it breeds self-doubt, thoughts
which I have to live with.

I, you know, I cannot just...
I cannot just brush them away.

You know, it needs to stop.

Okay. Okay, hey,
but you'd agree...

You'd agree
that if a kid goes missing,

it makes sense
that we ask around.

Yeah, but you haven't really
asked around, have you?

Yeah, well,
we're just getting started.

Yeah, with me.
And I don't like it.

Look, look, nobody's accusing
you of anything.

We just want your help, okay?

Okay?

You were at the kid's apartment
the day he went missing.

People saw you.
People-fucking people...

People are wrong.
Look, I wasn't there.

It's you people.

You put bad thoughts
into my head,

and it needs to stop
'cause you need...

- Okay, sorry.
- It needs to stop.

Okay, sorry.
I'm sor... John.

- Benjamin?
- Am I in trouble?

Have you done anything
to cause trouble, Benjamin?

No.

Vincent Conte is your friend?

Yes.

You're Vincent's best friend,
according to his mother.

Yes.

And you would do what you can
to help your best friend.

Do you know where he is?

No.

But you know that he's missing?

His mother told me.

She asked you if Vincent
was at school on Tuesday,

and you told her he was.

That was a lie, Benjamin.

The school attendance records
indicate

that Vincent never arrived
at school on Tuesday.

Why did you tell his mother
that he did?

I just thought that he cut,

and I didn't want
to rat him out.

Benjamin, this is very serious.

There's a police investigation
into Vincent's disappearance,

and you've complicated
that investigation.

You've obstructed it.

We need you to be truthful
with us going forward, okay?

Where is Vincent?

I don't know, I promise.

Did he run away?

I don't think.

Has he ever mentioned
running away?

In the past, maybe,

but lately
he was in a pretty good place.

How so?

Well, for starters,
he has a date...

Or had one tonight,

He's never had a date before.
Ever.

He was looking forward to it,
so...

Who was the date with?

Hailey Townsend.

You just vomited
in your mouth, Benjamin.

And I can see that
you've swallowed your vomit.

Are you nervous?

Or is this something you do?

I don't handle stress well.

Tell us
about this Hailey Townsend.

She's probably
the hottest girl in our class.

Maybe in the whole school even.

Vincent would not pick this week

to run away.

You're not in trouble, Hailey.

So you and Vincent
had a date planned?

We were gonna go to a movie.

If you had nothing else
going on,

if you wanted to go out
with me or whatever.

Are you two
romantically involved?

Friends?

Yes.
We're in French together.

We talk.

He's a nice person.

Very sweet.

You seem very contrite.

I'm so sorry.

Tell us what you're sorry about.

Vincent's nice, so nice.

But I don't like him like that.

He asked me to go
to the movies, and I said yes.

A little bit
'cause I felt sorry for him.

But also...
Also what?

To make my boyfriend jealous.

Did it work?

Um... a little.

What's his name, your boyfriend?

Billy.

Billy Livingston.

So he knew about your
impending date with Vincent.

I posted it on Instagram.

There were some...

some pretty mean comments.

Ooh.
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.

Did she write all this?

- Other people.
- Man.

Adults got nothing on kids
when it comes to cruelty.

I mean, this would explain
him running away.

Or jumping off the bridge.

You talk to the boyfriend?

He's on the list.

How'd it go
with Mr. Wentworth?

He says he didn't see
anything suspicious,

complained
that we find him suspicious,

says it's bigotry,

and he can't sweep
the negative thoughts

out of his... out of his head.

I want you to take
the boyfriend.

Great.

How are we doing
on Vincent's phone?

Yeah, I'm meeting
with the tech this afternoon.

Should've made progress by now.

Let's hope. Hope is good.

Do you know what he just said?

Uh, yeah,
free agency ruined baseball.

"And with that,
I just laid my head down.

"I did not cry.

"There was no need.

I just laid my head down."

That was very powerful, Rebecca.

I love the way your broke
that last sentence down

into three.
Thank you.

Who's next? Anyone?

Zach?

Sure.

It's called "The Letter."

It's from a son to his parents.

You shouldn't have to tell us
what it's about, Zach.

Just let the piece
declare itself if it can.

Okay.

"Father and Mother,

"I know you've been looking
for me.

"I suggest you stop.

"You won't find me.

"You said I disappeared
on Tuesday.

"But we know that I went
missing long before then.

"I didn't vanish
in a single day.

"It was a gradual process,"

"one in which you participated."

"You eroded me

"bit by bit by bit"

"until you made me gone."

"I ask, why are you looking
for me now?

"Perhaps you're afraid.
I wonder.

"You must be asking yourselves
where I am now,

"where I am writing from.

"And I can only say

"that I am writing
from somewhere far away.

"Listening. Watching."

"No longer yours."

"Son."

That was excellent.

It was?

Yes, it had intrigue, suspense.

I wanna know more.
Is there more?

I was planning
to continue with it.

I really think you should.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So I gotta ask you a question,

and I'd appreciate
an honest answer.

This detective,
are you attracted to him?

- What?
- I can sense it.

What would make you ask
such an obscene thing?

Because I can sense it.

Our son is gone, and this
is what you're feeling?

Jealousy?

People don't choose
their feelings, Nora.

They tend to come and go
on their own accord.

You're drawn to him.
Don't tell me you aren't.

And you think he's gentle
and kind and whatever else.

But let me tell you something
before you get too smitten.

This detective thinks
we're guilty people.

Whatever he thinks happened
to Vincent,

he thinks you and I
are responsible,

especially me.
Why do you say that?

Because of the questions
he asks me.

Because of the way
he looks at me.

He's not out there
looking for Vincent.

He's here talking to us,
calling us down to the station.

They found his backpack.

I'm just saying, he comes here,

and he sits on Vincent's bed
staring at the wall

waiting for some kind of
fuckin' spiritual intervention.

What the hell is that?

You used to be kind and gentle.

Oh, see, that kind
of disgust right there,

he picks up on that,
doesn't he, this detective?

You know,
I not only long for Vincent.

I long for you, too.

I sometimes pray
for the man I married

to return, the man I fell
in love with

to somehow,
miraculously reappear.

Okay.

You know what? You're right
about one thing, though.

You do disgust me,

how you constantly
undermine Vincent and me.

God, I lie so much. I'm done.

I'm done lying to you,
to the detective, to me.

Just stop it. Stop.

Okay, everybody,
I want to see you dance.

Okay, show me your steps.

Yes, good.

Those are strong.

Good. Feel the moment, yes.

Feel that moment.
Let it last.

Can you move your arm
a little more around her body?

- Okay.
- Yes, and you work,

embrace her.

Very good, everybody.

I love it. Very good.
Very good.

Yeah, I'm glad your smiling.
Yes, yes.

You're doing much better, yes?

How'd it go?

He was
the most perfect little angel.

Almost makes me want
to have a baby.

Oh, God.

He went down
about 8:00 without a fuss.

- Oh.
- How was it, the dancing?

Let's just say
it was much needed. Cash?

- Venmo is good.
- Thanks, Angie.

Okay, well,
I'll call you about Saturday.

Okay. 'Night.

I really enjoyed that.

Me, too.

♪ Our love is a lie ♪

♪ And so it begins ♪

♪ Foolishly laying our hearts
on the table ♪

♪ Stumblin' in ♪

Hey, Billy.

Hope you're not playing
for money.

And on a school night.

Who are you?

I always go to the "what"
before the "who."

This is a badge. That's a beer.

You're gonna hassle me
over a beer?

No, dipshit.

I'm gonna hassle you
'cause Vincent Conte's missing.

♪ Whatever you do ♪

Let's talk.

Look, I'm telling you
I didn't even know the kid.

Well, you knew him
well enough to threaten

to kick his ass
for talking to your girl.

Yeah, well,
I was messing with him,

and I didn't do it.

You know he had a date
scheduled with her, right?

Yeah, well, a lot of guys
are after my girlfriend.

I mean,
a few I gotta worry about.

Vincent Conte
doesn't make the list.

Well, Hailey evidently saw
something in him.

Okay. Talk to her.

We have.

What'd she say?

Let's focus on you.
Yeah?

Boom. Found you.

Earl told me
you like to eat here.

Did he tell you
I like to eat alone?

Don't be like that.

Being a loner isn't good
for you in the long run.

In the short run, it can be.

Solitude helps me think.

I guess this answers my question

about you keeping kosher.

"NYPD officers should avoid
discussing the religious

or cultural practices
of their colleagues,"

quote, unquote.

If you're gonna pass
the lieutenants exam,

you should know this.

How do you know
I'm studying for it?

Lieutenant is the next rung
on the ladder.

You're ambitious,
also impatient.

You just made detective.

Tech found some nuggets
on his phone.

Vincent's.

First, Hailey Townsend.

It wasn't just French study pals

going to a movie.

She was sexting him.

- She sent him these?
- Mm-hmm.

They were deleted, but we were
able to retrieve them

from his cloud.

Did he reciprocate?

Not as far as I can tell.

A lot of correspondence

between him and his tutor,
Zack Miller.

Seems like their relationship
is a little more than academic.

Here's one that we can't source.

"I'm always here to talk."

The number traces back
to a prepaid burner phone.

No registered account holder.

Here's another
from the same number.

It says,
"That shouldn't have happened."

- When did he receive that?
- On Sunday.

So something happened on Sunday.

We tried calling, but it
appears to be disconnected.

These are more
than nuggets, Janine.

Oh, here's the most dramatic.

"You need to die already."

Let's hope
that's not too on point.

Do we know who sent him that?

We do.

I need to speak
to your daughter.

Why?

It would be helpful
to the investigation.

She doesn't know anything.

Oh, right, sometimes people
can know things

without knowing.

I would think we're all
on the same side, Mr. Conte,

that we all want
to find Vincent.

Do I have it wrong?

Well,
I would need to be present.

"You need to die already."

That's a pretty aggressive text,

don't you think?

- Why would you send him...
- Mrs. Conte.

Do you wish your brother harm?

I text him stuff like that
all the time.

We searched his phone.

We found no such other texts
from you like this.

We found this one on Monday.

What happened on Monday?

We argued.

What about?

I... I honestly don't remember.

For you to text him
that he should die,

I would think you would recall.

Well, my brother isn't really
that popular at school,

and he doesn't make it
any easier for me to be liked.

We fight about that.

You fight to persuade him
to be more popular.

No, I wanted him
to be less embarrassing,

to me, if not to himself.

Specifically on Monday,
I told him my life would be

a lot easier if he would
just crawl under a rock.

And then he said something back.

Don't remember exactly what.
Probably meaner.

And then I said something back.
Don't remember exactly what.

Probably meaner.

Sibling love.

Do you not love Vincent?

Of course I do.
He's my brother.

He... he wouldn't run away
because of something

that I said or did.

Why would he run away?
Do you have any idea?

No.

The argument that Vincent
and your father had

Monday night, did you hear
what it was about?

I told you it was about college.

Did you overhear
the argument, Olivia?

No.

When they get into it,
I just put my headphones in.

Do they get into it a lot?

Okay.

I think that's enough.

I'll walk you out.

You gonna let me in?

No, this is a gated community.

Closes at 9:00.

So now we can say
it rises to harassment.

"Hokusai Says."
You know this poem?

- Roger Keyes.
- Yeah, Keyes.

You taught Keyes at Rockefeller.

Well, I've already been
canceled for what I taught,

if you're looking to pile on.

"His strength is life
living through you.

"He said don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid."

We found that
on Vincent Conte's phone.

"Let life take you by the hand.

And let life live
through you."

Bit of a coincidence,
don't you think,

that the missing boy
quotes a poet

that you used to teach?

Well, it's a well-known poem
by a well-known poet.

Mm-mm, even so.

You know what would be
on my syllabus

if I was still teaching today?

Who?

Harry G. Frankfurt.

Yeah, he wrote an essay
"On Bullshit."

- On what?
- "On Bullshit"!

How it's a...

How it's a particular form
of falsity,

which is exponentially
more dangerous than lies.

Now...

you might like Frankfurt,
Detective.

'Cause I'm full of shit?

I have never met
your missing boy.

Hey, listen to me.

You told Avi the kid seemed sad.

Now, did you pick up
on anything else?

Yeah.

Yeah, he seemed sweet.

But don't we all?

Okay, so here's what I got.

She says it was just harmless

and that this is what
high school girls do sometimes.

They sext unsuspecting boys?

Yeah, it's kind of like
sharing pictures

from "National Geographic."

"Here's a pretty place
you'll never get to see."

The plot does thicken, though,

because Benjamin thinks
that they kissed.

Vincent and Hailey?

Yeah, evidently they had a bet,

Vincent and Benjamin.

$50 to whoever gets
French-kissed first.

On Monday,
Vincent sent Benjamin a text.

"You owe me 50 bucks,"

which we have a record of.

And remember on Sunday,

Vincent got
that mysterious text.

"That never
should have happened."

So maybe Hailey's the one
with the burner phone.

Avi?

Of course.

Of course.

Of course what?

Would it be possible
to see Vincent's closet again?

Yes.

Did he have the large?

I'm sorry?

His luggage.
The large one is not here.

Where's the large?

- I don't know.
- He had it?

Yes.
Yes, he has the whole set.

He didn't have it when he left.

I would have seen it.

He just left with his backpack.

But if he was planning
to run away,

he may have packed it
and moved it out sooner.

I need you to check again
for cherished possessions,

any pictures, favorite books,
letters that are missing.

So you think he ran away?

Does the building
have a basement?

Anywhere it could be
in storage maybe?

I don't think.

Do think, Nora.

This is very important
right now.

No, no, no, no,
it just... it would be here

in his closet
with all the other pieces.

Oh, God. Sorry.

Are you all right?

Just, I've had this feeling
from the beginning,

that he's dead,
and I don't know how or why.

I just... I just know it.

I just feel it.

And you know I feel it,
don't you?

And you feel it too?

I feel
something awful has happened.

But I don't feel that he's dead.

My son.

Well, look who's back
and hugging my wife.

You wanna tell me
what the fuck's going on?

He's filed a formal complaint,

and, Avi,
he is not wrong to do so.

It's not unusual for an officer

to extend comfort
to a family member

of a crime victim.

Uh-huh, and before that,
you held her hand.

You sat on a bed together
holding hands.

Mr. Conte told you this?

No, evidently, she told him.

You sat on the bed
to better feel Vincent,

and you held her hand.

Avi...

My feelings sometimes serve me.

And sometimes
they clearly do not.

You held her hand.

You embraced her.

Are you attracted to this woman?

- You know me better than that.
- No, I barely know you at all.

Point me to anyone
out there who does.

Leonard Conte is convinced that
his wife has feelings for you.

He's been made uncomfortable
by the vibe he gets

from the two of you
in the same room together.

This is an insult.

To me as your captain,
if there's even

a shred of truth to it...
There isn't.

Are you being
your best detective self

on this case?

Because from where I sit...

Finish it.

We've lost a full day
on this investigation,

the most critical day,
because we got it wrong

as to when Vincent disappeared.

We thought it was Tuesday
after school,

when in fact he never arrived
at school on Tuesday morning.

We got it wrong

because you took the mother
at her word

without getting
any confirmation.

Now, that is not like you, Avi,

and it certainly isn't you
being your best detective self.

So are we dealing
with a blind spot here?

Are you dealing with one?
I'm not.

I'm not sure
how to proceed here.

It's quite simple.

I'm your most skilled detective.

If the goal is to find Vincent...

I'm guessing it still is...
I'm your best option.

Yeah, when you're doing
your best work,

which right now you are not.

How do I know this?

Not because you're out there
hugging victims' mothers,

but because we are three days
into this investigation,

and we're fucking nowhere.

There's a 16-year-old boy
out there missing.

You don't have a clue.

"You need to die already."

That's a pretty aggressive text,

don't you think?

Do you wish your brother harm?

I text him stuff like that
all the time.

We searched his phone.

We found no such other texts
from you like this.

We found this one on Monday.

What happened on Monday?

I needed to apologize
for my husband.

And to my husband,
which I've already done.

To your husband?

Because what he said,
it wasn't unfounded.

For whatever reason,

I am, uh, drawn to you.

I think you represent
a certain compassion

and sensitivity that's gone
missing from my life.

And I am not saying this
to be untoward

or to make any kind of advance,

but just to mitigate
whatever animosity you may have

towards my husband.

He was off-base to accuse you,
but not to accuse me.

Also, he wants you off the case,

and I am here to ask you...
To beg you

to please stay on it.

Because?

Because you're a good detective

who feels my son.

And if he's still alive,
if he can still be found,

you're my best chance.

Please.

That's pretty fucked up, Avi.

Are you sure she wasn't trying
to make a pass at you?

She wasn't.

Okay, so where exactly are we
at this point?

I'm afraid
the captain may be right.

We're much closer to nowhere

than we are solved.
We're not nowhere.

After the shift, let's go out
and have a think and a drink.

Earl thinks better
out of the office.

Everyone does.

The default network
in the brain works better

when it's off the clock.

Bob Dylan wrote
all his best songs

after he retired
as a songwriter.

- Is that true?
- Google it.

First round's on me.

Okay, okay, okay,
so you say unhappy home.

Fine. Maybe that's true.

But maybe Vincent is the source
of that unhappiness.

Teenage boys, they can be
these Olympian brooders.

And where does teenage
unhappiness come from most,

statistically speaking, right?

From school.

This kid, he was an outsider.

He was bullied.
He was sexually taunted.

And that girl's boyfriend, ugh.

He struck me as bit
of a powder-kegger.

And that's two in his life,
if you count his dad.

So that's two powder-keggers
and counting.

And let's not forget
about our friend Mr. Wentworth,

who was in the area at the time

with all his, you know,
mental health issues.

So we've got
bits and pieces here.

We got clues.
We're not nowhere.

I'm not a mother, okay,

although I would like
to be one one day.

Aww.

Okay, I'm going
somewhere with this.

Whenever that day comes,
I don't know,

something tells me
I'll be discovering

just the beginning
of the beginning

of what it means
to truly and unconditionally

love another person.

And should something,
God forbid, happen to my child,

like should he
or she go missing,

I just... I don't think
I would have it within me

to tumble to the feeling
that he's dead,

like Nora's doing.

No, I mean, you would think
the opposite, right?

Denial would rear up

and demand for any and every
other possibility.

So she could fear
that he's dead, sure.

But for her to feel it, I think,

she has to somehow know it.

Even if it is knowing
without knowing,

as you like to say.

So yes,
I think we have made progress.

We may not have found him,

but he's most likely dead.

And how do we know this?

His mother's telling you, Avi.

Any notes, feedback?

I do do well
with positive reinforcement,

FYI.

I'll think about it.

♪ The itsy bitsy spider
went up the water spout ♪

♪ Down came the rain
and washed the spider out ♪

♪ Up came the sun ♪

♪ Dried up all the rain ♪

♪ The itsy bitsy spider
went up the spout ♪

Again.

♪ Went up the water spout ♪

♪ And dried up all the rain ♪

♪ The itsy bitsy spider ♪

♪ Went up the spout again ♪

♪ The itsy bitsy spider ♪

♪ Down came the rain ♪

♪ And washed the spider out ♪

♪ Up came the sun and ♪

"Mother and Father."

"You want me to be unheard.

"But I am heard.

You wish me to be unfelt..."

"But I am felt.

"You thought you made me gone.

"But you failed.

"I'm here, and I will haunt you.

I will not be gone."

What are you going?

What are you doing?
I-

I was curious

as to your writing project,
so...

why is there
a letter from Vincent

to his parents?

What's going on?
I-I wrote that.

No, these are handwritten
by him.

I know Vincent's handwriting.

"I will not be gone.
I will haunt you."

I... I can explain that.

- Really?
- Yes.

Well, you better start.

The handwritten materials
were written by Vincent, yes.

We were going over
his college essays,

and I was encouraging him to,
you know, dig a little deeper,

which you can obviously see
that he did.

The stuff on the computer,
I wrote that.

Why?

For class.

For class?

Yes, Michael wanted me
to be more authentic.

He told me that my writing
didn't feel real,

so I just appropriated
some of Vincent's feelings,

some of Vincent's thoughts,
and I used them in my...

Put them in my... you know?

I don't understand.

You don't underst...
Look, I just...

I needed to... climb
into the inside of something,

so I decided
to get inside Vincent,

to figure out, if he ran away,
why he would run away.

It's fiction.
Honey, I made it up.

It's nothing.
This is sick.

This is what writers do.
We channel.

Kafka, Sondheim.

They look into the souls
of themselves,

into the souls of others,
and they channel.

That's what I was trying to do
with Vincent,

to feel
what he might be feeling.

To get the reader to feel that.
That's all, baby.

It's okay. That's all.

I don't believe you.

You've done something.

You've done something
to Vincent.