All language subtitles for Shut.Eye.S01E09.WEB-DLRip.Rus.Eng.CasStudio

-Previously on "Shut Eye"...

-I need to get some property
from my safe deposit box.

-Be right back.
-Don't go anywhere.

-Where's Gina?
-2412 Craig Street, then LAX.

-She told me to tell you
no hard feelings.

-Which one of these pricks
wants to kill me?

- They all want to kill you.

-I knew you'd expose the Judas.

-Fuck you!

-I know from where
the poison springs.

-You should leave him.

-To this end,
I decree a marriage

between Fonso's eldest, Drina,

and White Tony's son,
Little Tony.

Let the peace begin.
-Hello!

White Tony sent us
to do the install.

-What the hell
are you talking about?

-Security cameras
in your office.

-You work for White Tony now.
-I'm not doing this.

-It's sweet that you think
you got a choice in the matter.

-We found Emma's phone.

It died on a bus in Bakersfield,

but we got Emma's text login,

and you sent her a message,
"Sorry."

What was it that you had
to be sorry about?

-I miss her!
-Emma's dead.

They found her buried
in the Angeles Crest Mountains.

-Your boy and two friends
were up in the woods.

Booze, weed.

-There'll be a court date
and a fine.

-Don't forget your passport.
-Who the fuck are you?

-I'll pack it for you.

-I saw an opportunity
and I took it.

-What would I do?

-I'm having these visions.
-What's wrong?

-I can see the future, Linda.

-First day off suspension,
you should be on time.

An "I fucked up"
expression also helps.

-I think I have the flu.

-You got a hangover.
Come on, let's go.

-Am I supposed to just get up
and go to school

and act like
none of this ever happened?

-That's a survival skill
I learned

when I was younger than you.

Sometimes the next day's
all you got.

In and out of the shower
as fast as you can, okay?

We'll be out of here in 15.

-Morning, Paul.

-Mrs. Davies.

-Okay, you're gonna laugh,

but the Protestant in me
is feeling guilty

about having all that money
that I withdrew

sitting in
the safety deposit box.

So I'd like to put it back
in my account.

Something wrong?

-You picked that
money up yesterday.

-What?
No, I didn't.

-Yeah.

You came in with your assistant

and had me open the box
so you could get the money.

-What assistant?
-You said her name was Laurie.

-Paul,
I don't have an assistant.

What is going on here?

Oh, my God.

What have you done
with my money?

-I thought this might be nice
for the wedding.

-Probably best to keep it
in the box.

-It's because of Drina, right?
-Yeah.

She doesn't have the same
wedding fuzzies you do.

-Yeah.

-You're welcome, by the way.

-About what?

-The $1.7 million
I just gifted you.

-What happened to the hypnotist?

-Uh...

I took care of it.

-Why didn't you talk to me?

-Well, I don't need
your permission.

-But this is a family business.

-Which I'm in charge of.

-But you do not do murder --

I mean, sometimes,
but this is not our way.

-Yeah, well, it's my way.

And it works for me.

-What did you do to her?

-How is he?
-He's fine.

School's the best place for him.

-How are you?

-She's in there.

-You --
You brought her in the house?

-Well, I can't very well drag
her out in the middle of the day

and stuff her
in the back of my trunk.

I called Eduardo.

He's coming.

What was your plan, exactly?

You'd go after Nadine,
and then what?

You and Little Miss Sunshine
would sail off to

a tropical paradise,
abandon your son,

leave me holding the bag
with Fonso?

Was that it?
Was that your plan?

But you got played.

You let somebody else
handle the money.

It's fucking amateur hour.

That's Eduardo.

-Hey, hey.

-What was all that bullshit
about last night?

-It's pretty clear.

Fonso just wants
his property back.

-He's got a funny way
of showing it.

-He's a funny man.

I won't lie, though.

That was pretty sweet
when you decked him.

-Even though he is about
to be part of the family.

This fucking wedding,
costing me a fortune.

Okay, for starters,

I have to rent out the place
for the whole fucking weekend.

-Mm.
-Right?

And then throw in the live band,

all the food and beverage,
tux rentals,

not to mention two dozen cousins

that I got to fly
in from overseas.

-Sounds like a hell of a party.
-You got it, boyo,

and I got to pay for it,

which is why,
as my two newest employees,

you got to start producing.

-You think we're not producing?
-I know you're not producing.

I wake up this morning, look at
the feed from these two cameras,

what do I see?
Empty fucking chair.

-Business is better for us
in the afternoons.

-Yeah, but I need
paying customers

rolling through that door
all day long.

You got to start advertising.

Create some kind of
online presence,

increase your visibility.

You see my spot?

-We just have never
done that before.

-Well, it's a new day, you know.

I don't care what
Fonso did before.

I'm a hands-on
kind of businessman.

-You want us to earn,
we're no good to you dead.

-No, that's right.

I'm the only thing standing
between you

and a disemboweling
from that nut bar.

-You take care of us,
we'll take care of you.

You're protected.

But let's be very clear
about our relationship here.

You ever steal from me
or short me on a payment

or run a con behind my back,

or even think about laying
a finger on me personally,

you'll wish you were dead.

-I feel so ridiculous.

I don't remember any of this.

-And yet, there you are.

-There I am.

-You got hustled, Mrs. Davies.

I'm betting most
of yesterday is a blur.

-It is.

-You ever hear of
a drug called scopolamine?

-No.

-It robs a victim of
their free will,

messes with their memory.

What's the last thing
you remember?

-Someone was at my front door.

Her.

-You recognize this woman?
Have you seen her before?

-Yes.

Her name is, um,
Gina... something.

She works with this couple,
a psychic and his wife.

-These people have a name?
-The Haverfords.

Charlie and Linda Haverford.

-Thank you.

-So, we're lying
to the school now?

I was at the dentist last week.
-Yeah, I didn't think

that dress shopping would count
as an excused absence.

-I already have a dress.

-You know you need three
for a Roma wedding.

-Are you coming?

-Nope.

It's just gonna
be you and Simza.

-Dad, I fucking hate her.

Listen.

She's gonna be
your sakra, all right?

I'm trying to make
this easier for you.

-How?

-Well, she wanted
to take you all day.

I said no.
-How noble.

-Listen, just go to
the store with her,

help her find a dress
that represents her family,

and get it over with.

-Just let her pick.
I don't need to be there.

-Drina, please, Jesus,
if your mother was here,

she'd be doing all this.

But she's not.

She's not.

And I can't.

-Mr. Marks!

Hi.

Dr. Shields, Gina's
English comp teacher.

-Yeah, how you doing?
-Great.

I'm just sorry we won't get

to hear Drina read
her poem on Saturday.

-I didn't even tell them.

-Drina, you don't have
to be embarrassed.

Your daughter is
a beautiful writer.

We had her slotted to read
in a prime-time spot

at ArtsFest this weekend.

You sure you can't make it?

-She has a prior obligation.

-It's kind of a big deal.

Schools from all over the state.

-Yeah, it's a family matter.

Unavoidable.

-All right.
Maybe next year.

-Wouldn't miss it for the world.

-Detective.

Talk to me about Emma Gilbert.

Tox report says
she died of an overdose.

Scopolamine, right?
-Yeah, why?

Bank robbery yesterday.

Older woman's the victim,
doesn't remember a thing.

Girl on the tape works with
our friends the Haverfords.

-Well, I was just about
to pay them a visit.

-What for?
-Coroner called.

Rape kit came back positive.

Semen in the vagina.

I need a swab from that kid.

Good luck with that.

-As a friendly gesture,
why don't you come with me?

Jackson's out sick.
I'll show you how Julie does it.

Yeah?
-Hi.

I left you like four messages.
Are you okay?

-Yeah, fine, just a little sick.

What do you need?

-Your son, you said --

you said that he was in trouble.

-It wasn't him.
He's fine.

It's something else.

-What was it?

Hello?

Charlie, can you hear me?
Hello?

-Yeah, sorry.

I think you might be pregnant.

Hello?

-Charlie, the door.

-Good afternoon.

We'd like a swab
of your son's DNA.

-Why?
-Semen inside Emma Gilbert.

Young lady last seen
alive in this house.

I'm sure you're down
with the basic biology.

Semen inside the victim means

she had sex with someone
before she died.

-Nick's not here.

-And even if he was,
you're not talking to him.

-This goes a lot easier
if you cooperate.

-You already ambushed him once.

-Guess a friendly gesture
doesn't go as far as it used to.

-Life, most of life,
is about choices --

good and bad, right and wrong.

-Okay.

-Sometimes bad people
make good choices.

Sometimes good people
make bad choices.

-Did you and Emma have sex?

-We need to know exactly
what happened

between you and that girl.

-I don't want to talk about it.

-Son, the police
came here this morning.

They found semen inside of Emma,

and they want to take
a sample of your DNA

to see if there was a match.

You need to tell us.

-Is there gonna be a match?

We just did the one thing.

She wanted to.

We had sex.

Kind of.
It was weird and sloppy,

and there were people
in the house.

I don't want to talk about this.
-You have to, son.

-It was her idea!

She said we could hook up
if I wanted to, so we did.

Then she said I had to go
and get some morning after pill,

and that's what was in the bag
you were teasing me about.

I would never hurt her, I swear.
-I know. I know that, son.

-Honey, you're gonna have
to tell this to a lawyer.

-A lawyer?
I didn't do anything.

-Nick, everything is
gonna be all right.

We're gonna work through this.

-All I did was like a girl!

-You were supposed to
be here this morning.

-You think I should have
hopped to faster?

-No, my son is here.
We have to work around him.

Where are your guys?

-I'm alone.

-You're gonna use your own car?

-No, I'm not using my car.

-Obviously, we can't use my car.

-Hey.

Didn't I show you loyalty?

Right here in this house,

I credit you with miracles,
and you shit on our friendship.

-What?
What are you talking about?

-I woke up today
a million dollars poorer

than I was yesterday.

And you know what?

That's on you.
-Eduardo --

-If I was you,
I would let me finish.

The other day in the warehouse,

I asked you to expose
the traitor in my crew.

And then I found out
that the wrong man got clipped,

and I know it was the wrong man

because the other two guys,

the guys I let live
on your intuition,

skipped town
with my fucking money!

They cleaned me out.

And the building that I was
eyeing, it went on the market.

Some gentrifiers made an offer,
and I have to counter,

but I don't have any more
fucking money, thanks to you!

-Let's go back to the warehouse
just for a second,

just for a second.
Now, there's only --

There's not just one way
of looking at what happened.

-You either saw this coming
and didn't say anything,

or you didn't see this coming,

which makes you a liar
and a fraud.

-No, no, it's not that simple.
-Okay, then let's simplify it.

You're a business owner
and an operator.

Now, you're gonna make things
right financially

by kicking back to me whatever
it is you pay the gypsies.

-I helped you.
I helped your family.

I helped you with that thing.
I helped your son.

-This is the shit cake
you baked, my friend,

including this body.

Now, you deal with that,
but I want an answer

by the end of the day.

-I told you, it's hideous.

-This dress is for me, okay?

It represents my family.

You can hate it all you want.

You're wearing it.

Tell her, Fonso.

It's tradition.

And it's a beautiful dress.

-I express no opinion.
-Dad!

-The most important day
before the wedding,

she's in the store
texting the whole time.

-Journaling.
-Whatever.

You've got a hobby,
that's great,

but when you're a wife,
you won't have time for that.

-See what I mean?
-She is out of control.

When you live at my house,

you're gonna learn
how to behave.

-Oh, my God. This is insane.

-She's got that right.

The whole day
was one big fucking battle.

I don't know how you
do it with girls.

-This usually helps.

-We need to talk.

-That's --
that's never a good sentence.

-I've given this
a lot of thought.

You know I love being with you,
Fonso,

but we're gonna be family.

It's getting too dangerous.

-Who doesn't want
a little danger, huh?

-You know what I mean.
It's getting too close.

-Well, I want it to be close.

-Every family event,
parties, holidays.

We need to stop.

-Serious?

-I am.

Last time was the last time.

-So, no more hotel soap?

-I got a whole drawer full.

-What about my fucking drawer?

-I guess someone else
will have to take care of that.

-And you, what, crawl back under
baby dick with the gold chains?

-Don't be cruel.

-You're back with
the wedding dress?

Oh.

-Yeah, well,
every store we visited,

but your granddaughter,
she's unreasonable.

-A few things about the wedding.
I'm the phuri, of course,

and you and I are going
to hold the kaluna,

'cause the kaluna has to be held
by two people

who have been happily married,

two wives who are very devoted
to their husbands.

Right?

-Of course.

The dress can stay here.

See you at the wedding.

-At the house, did the detective
specifically ask

if you and Emma had intercourse?

-They didn't use that word,
but yeah, they asked.

-What did you say?

-I just told them no.

-Why don't you give me
a minute with your parents?

This won't take long.

Best assessment?

-Please.
-Normally with a kid his age,

the state won't ask
for a fitness hearing.

Meaning he stays
in the juvie system

instead of being tried
in adult court.

-Normally?

-The exception for that
is rape or murder.

Since they're asking
for a DNA swab,

I have a feeling that's
where the prosecutor's headed.

We've got some challenges here.

The Adderall thing at school,
the minor-in-possession charge.

They'll argue
Nick had a drug problem,

that he used the scopolamine
to drug this girl and rape her,

and then he panicked
and killed her,

hid her body in the woods.

-That's ridiculous.

He would never
do anything like that,

and he said so a hundred times.

-I understand,

but he left out the sex part,

and I don't like putting
scared 15-year-olds

on the witness stand,

which is why
you two are crucial.

And Nadine Davies.
I'll need to talk to her.

-Yeah, that's not a good idea.
She's a former client,

and I don't think she'll have
anything positive to say.

-I need to know now.

In fact, if there's anything
that Nick left out,

anything you think
that I need to know,

you should tell me now.

I don't work well
with surprises.

-We can't think of anything, no.

-Could Nick go to jail?

-Linda, I'll do everything
I can, but it's a possibility.

I'm sorry.

How the hell did we end up here?

-I got us here.

-You want to tell me how?

-She was already dying
when I found her.

I didn't kill her, Charlie.

Jesus.

You think I could
do something like that?

You were with Nadine.

Emma was in Nick's room.

And I came in here to lie down.

She must have taken
a walk around the house.

I found her
on the kitchen floor.

She was foaming at the mouth.

Eyes rolled back in her head.

Gina had come by.

She gave me that drug.

The scopolamine.

Emma must have found it.

All I could think was,
"Protect yours.

Don't let this happen here,
not now."

So I put her in the trunk,
and Gina helped me bury her.

-You should have told me.

-I'll go to the cops.

I'm not gonna
let anything happen to Nick.

-The scopolamine was Gina's,
right?

-Yeah.

-And Nadine just got fleeced
out of $1.5 million plus

by Gina with the scopolamine.

Any minute now, she's going
to realize all her money's gone.

Who do you think is
the first person she calls?

-Police.

-You're not turning yourself in.

-I know you're hurting.

We love you.

We're not gonna
let anything happen to you.

-Mom,
what are you talking about?

Seriously,
what are you talking about?

Emma's dead,

and people think I did it.

And now you're gonna protect me?

-Yes. Yes, I will.

We will.

-"If I drive myself so fast,
so hard,

that I'm guaranteed
to get there,

I won't remember how to stop

to look at things
beside the road.

Sure, life of breeze.

I'll lose sight of the things

I started on the long
wide loop to gain

and rush blind
without the feeling in my legs.

I won't notice
and will run to the dirt

carrying nothing but
the mounting dissatisfaction

of never having
reached the horizon."

Dad?

What are you doing?

-These are incredible.

-They're private.

-So...

Dress shopping, hmm?

Grim business.

-How would you know?
You're a guy.

The groom just has to show up.

It's important that
this wedding go through.

For greater good, the family,

as your grandmother
likes to call it.

But here's the thing.

Not every marriage works out.

-What do you mean?

-Say, maybe, after your wedding,

your new father-in-law...

tries to make you do
something unpleasant.

I mean, these things, once a man
is accused, he's guilty,

and it'll bring lashav,

and his family will be shamed,

and we'll be able
to get you back home.

-Mom, what's going on?
Mom?

-I'll come get you
when we're done.

-You know Mrs. Davies, right?

-Of course.
Can I get you anything?

-My money.

-Yeah, she -- she insisted
on joining us today.

Apparently, ever since she met
you and your husband,

the strangest things
have been happening to her.

Yesterday, someone showed up
on her doorstep

and blew scopolamine
into her face,

ran away with a bunch
of her money.

-What does that have
to do with us?

-You two work with a woman
named Gina, right?

-Yeah, we know her.

Honey?

They're here about Gina.

-She stole my money.

-What?

-We have her on video
committing the crime.

When's the last time
you saw her?

-My God.

-A week and a half ago.
-Yeah, at least a week ago.

-Oh, please, come on.

Gina is your partner.

I sat right here in this house

with the three of you
when we had the séance.

-We don't usually do séances.

-Yeah, that's why
we hired a specialist.

-We brought this woman in,

but we didn't really know
her that well.

-Don't fall for any of this.
They are scam artists.

He wanted my money, too.
-Not true.

-We were trying to help you,
Nadine.

-With your loss, Nadine.
-Oh, please.

-I never took your money,
Nadine.

-Mrs. Davies, did either of them
ever take money from you?

-No, but he wanted to.

-Wanting to is not a crime.
-Detective, it's okay.

She has been through a lot.

I can understand her confusion.
-I am not confused.

-We see you're upset.

We understand, Nadine.

It sounds like the person you
should be angry with is Gina.

-It's true, I had some
bad feelings about her.

I really wish I would
have trusted my instincts.

- You and your instincts.

-Nadine, I know it's painful.

Trying to enroll a child
you don't have into a school?

Visiting school yards

and watching children
while they play.

-Honey.

-I'm sorry.

-You two are monsters.

-That's the show, huh?

You all have some
fucked-up ways.

-Come on.

-Get down.

Oh, my God.

-Yeah?

All right,
we'll come right down.

The cops found the body.

They want someone to come down
and ID her.

-I'll do it.

You stay here with Nick.

-When I first came
to this country,

immigration went through
all my belongings.

And I thought they were going
to confiscate everything.

But a nice officer allowed me
to keep this hammer

that belonged to my grandfather
because his grandfather...

-His grandfather
was a blacksmith, too.

Great story.

-A farrier, to be precise.

They both worked with horses.

I thought it was a sign

that we made the right decision
to come to America.

-I'm gifting it to Drina
on her wedding day.

-Oh, no.
It's not yours to give away.

But you can give your daughter

a present she really needs --

a father who truly believes
in our tradition.

-Traditions?

Bullshit traditions.

You're wearing pants, Mom,

designer-fucking pants,
$1,000 a pair.

What tradition is that, huh?

You invoke tradition
when it suits you,

and you alone.

-No, when it suits the family.

-Yeah, which in your mind
is only you.

-No. Women are the keeper
of family through traditions,

and fathers play a role, too.

And do not run around with gunoi
like Simza.

-Don't call her that.

-Why, 'cause you are
in love with her?

Blind in bed, blind in business,
blind to tradition.

-Watch your tongue.
-You act without thought.

You drink yourself stupid.
Why is that?

Are you ashamed
that you only have daughters?

You wish you had a son?

-Yes, I wish I had a son.

A wife who lived.

My wife, that she didn't die
trying to give him life.

That any minute now,

she's gonna walk through
that front door,

home from hospital,

and into my arms.

That's what I wish for.

Not this bullshit
that you babble about,

golden nails
and fucking hammers.

And marrying 14-year-old girls
off to be raped.

So, yes, I wish I had a son.

-Me, too.

I wish I had a son.

-That's her.

-Her real name is
Clarissa Segal,

not Gina.

You ever see her
with Emma in your home?

-No.

-Do you know
if there's any reason why

Clarissa may have wanted
to hurt Emma?

-I -- I didn't know
her that well.

-She used scopolamine
on Nadine Davies.

We think she may have
used it on Emma first.

-Nick didn't do this.

Are you gonna take him
off the suspect list?

-For now.

-You're right. I'm pregnant.

-Are you okay?

-I wanted to share the research

that cost me
my professorship at Irvine.

Ezekiel Horowitz,
tailor, Cleveland, Ohio.

Started seeing
"devils in the clouds."

He predicted a tornado,
train derailment, the Civil War.

Betsy Jefferson,
she was burned in Salem

after seven of her prophecies
came through.

Nostradamus,
most famous of them all.

My point is that these people,

all of them,
were given perception,

and at a huge cost.

I think it's really possible

that the universe
is speaking to you,

and I'm not talking about
predicting one person

being burned to death or my --

Can you tell me
if it's a boy or a girl?

-I can.

I don't want to know.

I think something big is coming.

Tornado size, witch-burning
size, Hitler size, I don't know,

and I think you are being
given the opportunity to see it,

and maybe even stop it.

-If I were in control of it,
maybe, but I am not in control.

I can't even see
in front of my own face.

-Yeah, I know. Nostradamus
had that same problem.

He could see, you know, Hitler,

but he couldn't see
the death of his own wife.

Okay, look, I don't know.

I don't know what
it's gonna cost you.

All I know is that you need
to decide

what you want to do with this --

this power.

You were chosen.

-If I am chosen,

and I am speaking
with the universe,

then what I've been seeing --

confusion, glimpses,
images, sounds.

-It's just the beginning.

I mean, the symphony
hasn't even started.

-I was just leaving.

I'm gonna leave these
for you both,

and I'm here for you
if you -- if you need me.

-The police? Gina?

-It's done.

What was that?

-That was her telling me

that I have a huge
responsibility with my visions.

-Visions.

So she's putting all this shit
in your head?

-She's not putting anything
in my head.

It's been there all along.

-We know why people believe
all of this, Charlie.

Coincidence
doesn't make you psychic.

-I may be losing my mind,
but it's not coincidence, okay?

-You're not losing your mind.

-You cannot dismiss this
as random accidents.

-We are in the center
of a shit storm, Charlie.

Our family.
The cops are watching us.

White Tony, he's our master,
we're his property.

Fucking Fonso wants to kill us,
and we are gonna lose Nick.

-We need to go after
all of them.

All of them.

Tony, Fonso, Rita.

-What are you talking about?

It is time for the real show.

I know I haven't been
producing up to my potential.

-Oh, yeah. What is this,
State the Fucking Obvious Day?

Get to the point.

-I'd like to offer you,
out of a sign of respect

to your son's wedding,
a magic trick.

Something your people will talk
about for years to come.

Imagine, if you will,
that this is your son --

handsome Little Tony,
and Fonso's Drina.

The bride and groom
will hold hands,

walk out onto the front
of the stage.

After the ceremony, the guests
will gather around, and then...

...in front of everybody...

Voilà!

-That's sick.
They fucking disappeared.

-Everybody loves
the razzle-dazzle.

-Where is it?

-In your pocket.

-How much is it gonna cost me?

-It's on the house,
my gift to you.

-This better be about my money,
Charlie.

-It is.

Have you ever been
to a gypsy wedding?

- What?