All language subtitles for Death-and-Other-Details-S01E07

KEITH TRUBITSKY aka DANNY TURNER:
Previously, on Death and Other Details...

I'm Rufus. Must be Imogene.

The world's
greatest detective.

I'm here to help with
your mother's case.

Mom, don't!

No!

Understand you're
the only eyewitness?

I don't remember,
but I wanna help.

You will. You and me, we're
gonna help each other.

How long have you been paying
blackmail to Viktor Sams?

- What are you talking about?
- It's why he killed my mom.

He has confederates everywhere.

They will do anything
to protect his identity.

Father, we look to you in
these especially dark times.

Jesus Christ!

Why cut the power? 'Cause
we're getting close.

Llewellyn, what are
you, what are you doing?

Kira deserved so much better.

You, the world's
greatest detective.

The truth was right there, staring
you in the face and you missed it?

Are you in league
with Viktor Sams?

He knew something about
my mom, about Viktor Sams.

That means whatever he knew,
you saw. You were there.

I wanna know all of it.
Everything you saw 18 years ago.

Won't like me much
when we're done.

I'll survive. I'm gonna
figure out what you missed.

Oh, God.

What the hell?

Oh, fuck this.

What are we doing here?

Start from the beginning, you
said. This is the beginning.

Yeah, when I said, "Tell me everything,"
I meant about my mom's case.

Right.

- You should probably get that.
- Get what?

God! That's your buzzer?

That's what it feels like the
morning after six whiskey high balls

and too much karaoke.

Don't forget that.

Memory amplifies.
Memory diminishes.

It is malleable.

Memory... is a muthafucka.

Rufus, what the hell?
You're supposed to be ready.

And what are you thinking,
taking on the Kira Scott murder?

Did you even read
the file I worked up?

The case is six months old,
cops have exactly nothing.

It's a dog, with fleas.

I thought Danny was the one
that wanted to solve the case.

You forget we
haven't met you yet.

Your next line is, "Lawrence
Collier is a billionaire."

Lawrence Collier's
a billionaire.

Exactly. He's high profile.

If we don't get results,
the whole world knows,

and our perfect record
goes down the crapper.

So, that's why
you took the case.

You wanted his money.

Well, I warned you. You
would not like me much.

I didn't like you before.

I'm going to walk you through my
investigation of your mother's case.

Warts and all.

Gross.

Pay attention. I'm going
to show you all of it.

Everything I learned,
everything I saw.

And together, we'll
uncover what I missed.

- That's where the car went up.
- Apparently.

YOUNG IMOGENE No! Mom, no!

Hey, boss... knock 'em dead.

Rufus is here.

You.

Thank you.

What do you know?

What did Rufus miss?
Who killed my mom?

You're the guy the kid found.

- The kid?
- The girl, Kira's daughter.

She looked you up
on the internet?

You wrote a book, right?

On solving impossible crimes.

Cute.

YOUNG ANNA: Tripp!
Give it back!

You're never gonna
get this back.

Don't worry.

We'll get back to him.

Mr. Cotesworth.

It's quieter in my study.

I'd prefer to start
with the girl.

She's in the playroom.
She's there most days.

Most nights, too. LAWRENCE: Mm.

Her father, he's
not in the picture.

And it's too much for her
grandmother. Bad back.

- It's no trouble for us, though.
- No, it's the least we can do.

Hm.

Shall we?

She got suspended from school.

Stole a rare book
from the library.

First edition.

She's been acting out
since her mother died.

Which is completely
understandable.

Maybe she'll talk to you.

Maybe you can find out
what really happened.

She's like a daughter to us.

All the resources of this
family are at your disposal.

You didn't finish our interview.

Yeah, I don't need to. I
lived that part. What's next?

I interviewed
everyone who knew her.

Okay.

Let's get to it then.

Nana.

Mr. Cotesworth, we're
very grateful to you.

Thank you for being here.

Sorry about the stairs.
Elevator's been down all week.

Uh, we could've used our
offices. Nothing against this.

Uh... you had 'em
checked for black mold?

I find people are more revealing
outside their comfort zone.

I'm an open book, my friend.

Hm, good. Tell me
about Kira Scott.

Know anyone who'd want her dead?

No one. She was an angel.

An angel?

My daughter? Hardly.

I don't think I'd say, "angel."

Who said that?

The lawyer.

Hm.

People exaggerate in
their grief. It's normal.

But Kira was... She
was something special.

My daughter was a crusader.

She organized a walkout in high
school to get the teachers more money.

And ya know what? It worked.

Kira volunteered
at our kitchen.

Even in the worst weather,
even when nobody was grateful.

She'd come back every week.

Said it was important to
look out for the people

the world throws away.

I understand that Kira
traveled with you,

three trips to
Shanghai last year?

Kira was the best
assistant I ever had.

I used to tell people... she didn't
work for me, I worked for her.

This new Ivy Leaguer
they sent me,

- he's a disaster.
- Mm.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

And what were the sleeping
arrangements on these business trips?

I reject your implication.

I wasn't implying anything,
sir. Just merely inquiring.

My grandmother says

there are two types of
heterosexuals in this world.

Those who want all the women
and those who only want one.

I'm the latter. I love
my wife. I always have.

So, that's it? No follow-up about
what they were doing in China?

I didn't know
about Jiangsu then.

I had no idea they were
using Captionem Blue.

Come on, these are
softball questions.

Yes, well, he hired me. I
had no reason to suspect him.

And Kira? What type was she?

Kira? Kira didn't date.

Not seriously enough to
introduce us, anyway.

Well, she worked too hard.

She loved her work.
She loved being a mom.

And that was enough for her.

What about an angry ex?

It's a pretty violent way to kill
an ex-girlfriend, don't ya think?

Pretty violent way
to kill anyone.

Hm.

Tell me about the lawyer.

The lawyer? She didn't
give him the time of day.

Hm. Interesting.

What is?

Almost everything.

God, you're insufferable.

I'm effective.

It can be both.

Yeah, sure. I asked her out a
few times, it's not a crime.

Hm. Jilted suitor.

Wouldn't be the first
time in human history.

Look-it, I tipped the valet at
my condo to fill up my Beamer.

I couldn't change a light bulb.

How am I going to
rig a car bomb?

Even if I was jilted? And I
reject that characterization.

You said you loved her.

You said Rufus missed
something. What did he miss?

Um... are we about done here?

No. Tell me what you
know, you fucking creep.

'Til next time, then.

Have a good day!

Feel better?

Fuck off.

Hey.

So, that's it.
Everybody loves her.

No boyfriend, no girlfriend.

- Baby daddy's not in the picture.
- Mm.

He lives in California.
His alibi checks out.

No one has any reason
to want her dead.

I made a promise... to the girl.

Oh, boy... I found
this. Her datebook.

- Anything of note?
- Not really.

Doctor's appointments,
play dates, yada yada.

Mm... page is missing.

She must've tore it out.

Or someone else did
to cover tracks.

Let's find out why.

"Opal Diner, 5:00 p.m."

That'd be February 12th.

One month before the murder.

- You the guy who called?
- I'm the guy who called.

12th of February, 5:00 p.m.

You happen to know who
was working that shift?

February? That's ancient Egypt.

Hey, Ryan, you wanna
tuck that shirt in?

Or maybe you wanna go back to
workin' Tuesday overnights.

What was the question?

- Thinkin' about running?
- No.

Oh, buddy. My partner's
gonna love you.

♪ I'm comin', I'm comin' round ♪

February 12th.

- I don't know.
- Hm.

Ya ever hear of
prosopagnosia? Face blindness?

Lotta people suddenly claim to
have it when we talk to 'em.

But me, I'm the opposite. I
see a face, I never forget it.

I'm hopin' you're
more like me.

You remember her?

Hm.

You owe money. Last night's
game, didn't go your way.

Seahawks didn't cover the spread
and you took the Seahawks to cover.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Worst kinda
gambler. Sentimental.

Never bet on the home team,
that's how I was taught.

You thought I was
here to collect.

You wanted to run... but
then you recognized me,

and you thought, "Hey, I could
make a buck off this famous P.I."

But I don't pay for information,

'cause Danny here won't let me.

You know this woman.

You're gonna tell
us what you saw,

or we will find the men you owe
and we will bring you to them.

F-Fuck, man.

Told ya.

Yeah, sh-she came in here a lot.

Tuna melt, disco
fries, extra gravy.

I mean, I don't remember the
last time I saw her exactly,

but, uh... if you say
February 12th, then fine.

She went out back,
had an argument.

An argument with who?

I don't know. Not a regular.

- A man, woman?
- I-I don't know, I'm tellin' you.

I work in the kitchen.
I just heard it.

Brought the kid a slice of pie.

Kid?

Yeah... she left
her at the counter.

I don't remember.

February 12th... your mother
picked you up from school.

You were supposed to go to
piano, but your teacher was sick,

so your mother took you
with her to the Opal Diner.

I can't.

I'm trying to, it's just...

I can't remember,
I can't do this!

Alright then, we don't have to.

What are you writing?

Just a little story.

About a purple rabbit who
only likes to eat rose petals.

No, you're not.

That's gibberish.

Is it?

"Once upon a time, there
was a purple rabbit

who ate rose petals
day and night."

It's a code.

That it is. And no
one can read it.

Not without the primer.

- What's a primer?
- It's like a lock.

A keyword, known only to me.

And whoever else I
trust with my thoughts.

First coded word of every
message, always the same.

Your primer.

I remember this day.

The way you angled the
book, so I could read it.

The black ink,

the look on your face when
I guessed your primer.

Eighteen years, and all of
these details are so clear.

But the diner?

Like I said,

it's a muthafucka.

What if my mom knew
something about Viktor Sams?

I wish I'd known to ask.
I knew so little then.

Viktor Sams wasn't on my radar
'til more than a decade later.

Gross.

Mick just sent this through.

- Big Mick?
- Jersey Mick. Workin' a new client.

He's a banker and he's bein'
blackmailed, only you'll never believe...

He does not enjoy
paying blackmail?

Still got it.

So, this banker, he hires Mick

to figure out which
crew's trying to fuck him,

and get this, they lock Mick
out of his phone, which means...

- Hackers.
- Hackers. Then he gets a lead back East.

And when Mick tries
to get on the plane?

- Find himself on a no-fly list.
- Try every list.

Mick brings in cyber
forensics, nosebleed expensive.

They can't find this crew.

All they've got is a
name. The blackmailer...

Viktor Sams.

- Keep reading. He's been at it for...
- Fifteen years!

Mr. Mathers.

Fifteen happy years, I
don't hear your name.

And then, for some
reason, you show back up.

You are harassing my client.

Oh, I've not even started.

Your client lied to me.

He knows quite well
who Viktor Sams is.

And he certainly knows why
Viktor Sams was blackmailing him.

Lawrence Collier has
never paid blackmail.

- Lie.
- Lawrence Collier has nothing to hide.

Lie. Show me the books, then.

Show me just how clean
you all really are.

You're not hearing me.

- Mm?
- If you continue to cause problems

for my client or his company,
I will fuck up your life.

I will bury you in lawsuits.

I will dig up every single stupid
indiscretion in your pathetic life.

You never stopped looking.

I don't get it. Why...

You walked away.

I didn't. Not exactly.

But you let me believe
that you gave up.

Why?

What does it matter now?

It matters.

Why did you leave?

Really?

It had been months,

and I hadn't turned up much
more than the name Viktor Sams.

It was like Danny
warned, a dog with fleas.

My only lead was you.

And that's when
Lawrence called me in.

It's too much for her.

She can't sleep. Clearly,
your methods aren't working.

She's locked a door in her mind.
I intend to help her open it.

- She's just a girl!
- No, she's not just a girl.

She's extraordinary, in ways a
lot of you could never comprehend.

She may well be clever.

- She's brilliant.
- She's a child.

I hired you to bring her closure, but
all you've brought her is more pain.

If she is not challenged,
her gifts will vanish!

You want quaint
happiness for her.

You will rob her of
her very abilities.

At least she'll
sleep at night.

I walk away, she'll
never get closure.

And you will never learn what
happened to your daughter.

I have my granddaughter
to think about now.

I'll have your final
check sent over.

It pained me to leave
you without answers.

But they were right.

You were only 11.

Well, I'm not anymore.

I need to remember.

Please.

Very well.

February 12th, 2005.

Your mother picked you up from school.
You were supposed to go to piano.

Your teacher was sick.

So, she took you with her.

To the Opal Diner.

Who are you up to?

Michaelangelo.

He was a jerk, wasn't he?

A bit of a jerk, yeah.

Most successful men are.

Tuna melt and disco
fries, extra gravy.

It's my friend.

You okay up here?

Imogene?

- Mom, I'm in the Renaissance.
- Ah.

♪ Just 'cause you feel it ♪

♪ Doesn't mean it's there ♪

♪ song stops ♪

It's alright.

No, it's not. This is it.

My mom was meeting somebody,
February 12th, 5:00 p.m.

- Maybe.
- They're standing there right now,

and I can't remember!

Llewellyn said the truth
was staring you in the face.

What truth? What did you miss?

It's not my memory. Show us.

Are you seriously blaming me? 'Cause
you can't help me recover one clue?

Well, sometimes the witness...

Oh, my God, I don't
want a lesson right now!

- What do you want?
- I want you to finish what you started!

You said you quit because
I was having nightmares.

Well, guess what?
They never went away.

What do I want?

I want your help.

You led us here... not me.

And I'm afraid you'll
have to lead us out.

Because you're
nothing but a hack.

To my very core.

Hey.

Hey, yourself.

Who is it?

Who's on the other
side of the door?

You don't get it.

Then show me.

- Fine.
- Fine?

That's what I said.

Go get her.

Hey!

No, I don't agree.

She's been here more than
she's been there, I...

She can stay here as
long as she wants.

I don't want to stay
in a guest room.

Hans Moleman
Productions presents,

"Man Getting Hit by Football."

This contest is over.

Give that man the $10,000.

This isn't America's
Funniest Home Videos.

But the ball. His groan.

LLEWELLYN [singing along]:
♪ Time on my hands ♪

♪ Could be time spent with you ♪

♪ Laughin' like children ♪

♪ Livin' like lovers ♪

♪ Rollin' like thunder ♪

"But Mole stood still a
moment, held in thought."

"As one wakened suddenly
from a beautiful dream,

who struggles to recall it."

Stop calling me at home.
No, it, it was a mistake.

I never should've trusted her.

No, don't come back. It's over.

You're fast.

- You're old.
- All right.

Let's make a deal.

Tell me who you saw in the
diner and I'll stop chasing you.

I promised I
wouldn't tell anyone.

Promised who?

I don't break promises.

You will... one day.

Why not start now?

Hey, what's that?

Oh, please. I invented that.

Hm, suit yourself.

I know you don't wanna see this.

What do you have here?

Imogene... you stole
this from Anna.

She doesn't even
know what it is, Mom.

It has a secret compartment,
and she had no idea.

You mean this?

It's a replica of
the one in the study.

Yeah, I know.

'Cause Mrs. Collier keeps her
first engagement ring in there.

The one she got from
that polo player.

How do you know about that?

You're gonna make me
put it back, aren't you?

I sure am.

Go.

No.

No.

No!

No, please!

No, no, no.

This is it.

This is the moment
you always clam up.

Because I know it happens
when I get out of the car.

I don't think that's it.

What are you afraid of?

Maybe if you weren't such a
hack, we wouldn't even be here!

What are you afraid of?

Nothing! I'm not
afraid of an...

Imogene.

What are you afraid of?

What if I saw him?

What if I saw him and,
and I blocked it out,

and I hid it from you... and
from myself, and from everyone,

and Viktor Sams went free

because of me?

And now he's back,
and people are dying,

and it's all my fault.

Maybe.

What can you do about that?

You're gonna make me
give it back, aren't you?

Are you s... Are you still sad?

About what happened
at the diner?

What?

You were fighting with that
woman, she made you cry.

You heard that?

I reviewed your files.

I'm sorry to say, but
you don't have a case.

How can it not be a case?

Five dead employees!

Who knows how many others got
sick and were paid to stay silent?

I have a witness.

They're ready to
go on the record.

They're here?

Your witness is, is here?

Not here.

I'll introduce you as
soon as we move forward.

Look, what you've done
is admirable, it is.

But if I take this to a judge?
If I take this to my boss?

They'll laugh me
out of the room.

Someone has to
make Collier Mills

pay for what they've done.

It won't be me.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, you already said that.

Imogene... whatever
you think you saw...

I'm sorry she made
you both so sad.

Both?

Your, your friend.

She lost her husband?

The woman with the mole?

Baby... you have
to forget that day.

Bury it down deep. So deep
you never find it again.

- Promise me.
- Okay.

- Promise me!
- I promise, Mom.

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay, you didn't
do anything wrong.

You're amazing. You see things.

Things other people don't
even bother to notice.

Anyone can have a toy.

- You have a gift.
- Have a gift.

She made you
promise not to tell.

You didn't bury this memory.

All you did was
listen to your mom.

I'm sorry she made
you both so sad.

Both?

Your friend. She
lost her husband.

The woman with the mole.

I'm sorry.

I reviewed your files.

I'm sorry to say, but
you don't have a case.

How can it not be a case?

Five dead employees!

I have a witness. They're
ready to go on the record.

Someone has to make Collier
Mills pay for what they've done.

I can't get you the
justice you deserve.

Celia, I'm so sorry.

I need to go.

My mom was a whistleblower.

She was gonna take down
the Collier family.

And you were her witness.

♪ In pitch dark ♪

♪ I go walking in
your landscape ♪

♪ Someone on your shoulder ♪

♪ There, theeeeeere... ♪