All language subtitles for The Pretender s02e02 Scott Free.eng

Previously on The Pretender.

Problem at the Centre?

My father's been at his desk
at 7:00 for the last 35 years.

- Two weeks in a row, he's a no-show.
- That's weird.

Thank God you're back, Daddy.

Who the hell are you?
Mr. Lyle?

- [Mr. Lyle] Brigitte is the new Cleaner.
- Am I in The Twilight Zone?

We thought it would
be a good idea to have Brigitte...

provide assistance
in the capture ofJarod.

[Broots] He's been barking orders and all
the smart people seem to be following them.

- [Sydney] Maybe he's part of the Triumvirate.
- [Broots] The Triumvirate?

[Miss Parker]
What the hell would they be doing here?

Seizing power-
Their appearance certainly would explain...

your father's disappearance.

Why would they make
my father disappear?

[Broots]
Because someone shot Raines.

They're not gonna stop
till they find out who did.

Who is Mr. Lyle?

[Weakly]
He's the bogeyman.

The money was rerouted
through the Centre's offices in Omaha...

and withdrawn
electronically.

They're double-checking
the transfer records.

They're hoping
it's an accounting mistake.

Jarod stole $15 million of Centre funds
and donated it to charity.

The only mistake
is rubbing our noses in it.

"Your welcomed
and surprisingly generous donation...

"will help the organization
for years to come.

"The million dollars will bring
much hope andjoy to the children.

"God bless.
Prayers be with you.

Have a nice day."

I'll get him.

Please do.

Jarod's a lot more dangerous
than I thought.

[Jarod] I like ice cream.
I really like ice cream.

- Here you go, Jarod.
- Thank you, Phil.

- That's a very interesting device.
- It's a Whee-Lo.

- And its purpose is?
- Nothin'. Just goes round and round and round.

- So it chases itself in a circle.
- Yep.

Would you be interested
in selling that for ten dollars?

- Sorry.
- Fifteen?

I couldn't. My grandpa gave it to me
for my birthday.

- Twenty?
- Twenty-five.

Sold.

Thank you.

Wow.

[Man]
Hey, kiddo.

Got some burger, some fries,
gonna set you up nice here. Okay, sir?

- Dad.
- Hey.

[No Audible Dialogue]

I'm gonna be right back.
Okay?

[Sighs]

[Man]
How you doin; Scooter?

Dewey, you know,
you shouldn't come around here.

How else are we supposed
to get an ice-cream cone?

Freaky weather.

Must be a hundred degrees in the shade.
You look good, Scott.

- What do you want, Nick?
- It's not what I want.

It's what I need-you.

Oh, you know, no.
Not this time.

- Opportunity knocks.
- Oh, really?

'Cause your last opportunity
cost me seven years of my life.

- [Lid Slams]
- Geez, come on. Ten months I've been out of prison.

I just got my son back, okay?
I'm not interested.

Get interested.

- [Boy] Dad?
- Shawn, go wait out front. I'll be right there.

Go on, Shawn.
You do what your daddy says, okay?

- But-
- Just go. Please.

I see your dilemma.

The deal is, one job
and you and I are history.

- Why don't you get Martinez?
- Dead.

He said no.

[Scott Sighs]

Crew?

The three of us, plus one.

And who opens the safe?

Trinney's sending some guy in
from Brooklyn.

One R.H. Cross.

- Cross? I don't know him.
- I don't know him either.

Trinney swears by him,
even though he's only got one good arm.

- A one-armed safecracker.
- I'm picking him up at 3:00 at the train station.

We start tonight.
Here.

Scotty, don't be late.

Hey.

- You okay?
- Who was that?

It was nothin'. Just these guys
that come back, give me a hard time.

Hey, nothing's wrong.
Hey, hey!

All right, come here.
Come here, give me a hug.

[Whistles]

- Train station.
- Leaving town?

- Business meeting.
- Yeah? What do you do?

- I'm a one-armed safecracker.
- [Chuckles]

- Which arm?
- That's a good question.

[Man Narrating]
There are Pretenders among us.

[Jarod]
I was taken from my family.

Thirty-six hours and he's
already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.

How many people died
because of what I thought up?

Since I broke out, I've spent
every moment searching for my past.

[Miss Parker]
He's a Pretender-

A genius who can become
anyone that he wants to be.

- The Centre wants him alive.
- Preferably.

[Miss Parker]
He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

- You a doctor?
- I am today.

[Miss Parker]
Jarod's up to something.

I can feel it coming on
like the flu.

After his recent
brush with death...

perhaps he's
just enjoying life for a bit.

Maybe he decided
to take a vacation.

Did you eat the whole onion
for breakfast?

- [Phone Rings]
- Broots.

- What?
- Sorry you missed the party in Omaha.

- Jarod. What about Omaha?
- [On Speaker] Whoops.

Guess the Centre cut
you out of the loop this time.

It's a good thing
they sent a replacement.

- What are you talking about, Jarod?
- I'm talking about the blonde-

5'7'; 120 pounds, killer legs.

- You're not giving up on me, are you, Miss Parker?
- You wish.

[Man On P.A.]
Your attention, please.

Announcing the immediate arrival
of the Brooklyn Express...

- at Track 16.
- That's my train.

- Gotta go.
- [Phone Beeps Off]

[Beep]

What was that all about?

That's what I'd like to know.

R.H.

- "Right Hand."
- Funny.

- Don't look around. We're being watched.
- Cops?

Listen up. I'm only gonna say this once.

The location's changed.
The new score is in Indianapolis.

I'm from Flatbush.
I don't know nothin' about Iowa.

- Indiana.
- Same thing.

I wrote down
all the locations...

- the security codes, the whole deal.
- No, no.

This ain't kosher.
I need to call Trinney.

You do that, you lose this.

You get another packet just like it
when the job is finished.

- Target?
- That's my business.

I'm gonna meet you in four days
at the Hotel Argyle in New York.

I've reserved a room
in your name.

What's to keep me from walking away
with the whole thing?

You do that...

I'm gonna hunt you down
like I did Martinez.

Then they'll be
calling you "No Hands."

That's cold.

Your attention, please.
Announcing the immediate departure...

- of the Indiana Star on Track 29.
- That's your ride.

- I want you to leave this at the job.
- What is it?

It's a Hallmark card.

Always send the very best.

Leave it.

- My tools are in there.
- Buy new ones-

'cause every cop along the line
is looking for a man with a bum arm...

carrying a black leather bag.

I'll take the bag
and the heat.

Yeah? How you gonna do that?

See you in New York.

See you in New York.

[Imitating Cross]
See you in New York.

Your attention, please.
Mr. Paul Johnson, please meet your party-

Mr. Cross?

Call me R.H.

Why wasn't I informed
about Omaha?

No, no, no.
Switch those masks, please.

With due respect, Miss Parker,
it's not my job...

to inform you
ofJarod's whereabouts.

It's your job to inform me.

- According to your file-
- My file?

Correct. According to your file,
you've had Jarod trapped...

in Las Vegas, Chicago,
Washington and Florida.

It seems you've had ample
opportunity to bring him back.

[Scoffs] How would you like me
to feed you my file?

There's no reason to be defensive
about your shortcomings, Miss Parker.

Moving in?

Possession is nine-tenths.
Now, if you'll excuse us...

we have a meeting to attend.

Oh, any progress locating
your missing father?

Who says he's missing?

Man packs his belongings and vanishes-
It's a logical assumption.

You gave that paperweight to your father
when you were a little girl.

I thought he threw it away.

I'm sure he's fine.

He would never just leave
without saying good-bye.

Would he?

[Beeping]

[Whirring]

[Nick]
You're dead.

And the rest of us
are in handcuffs.

Twenty minutes-
that's all the time we've got...

before the security guard
makes his run.

You're gonna have to work faster
to bypass that second alarm.

I'm working as fast as I can.

There was a day
you could have done this in your sleep.

- Remember them days, Dewey?
- Scooter was the best I ever saw.

Sixteen years old, picking
combination locks down at the Y.M.C. A...

stealing wallets
and jockstraps.

What did you do
with all those jockstraps?

That was a long time ago, Nick.

I took you off the streets.
I treated you like you were my own son.

Yeah. And when the heat was on,
you hung me out to spend seven years...

in a federal prison.

Forgive me if I don't shed a tear
about how things used to be.

I think we should cut him loose.

This job is gonna be
difficult enough in a perfect world.

I don't need a guy
with his head half in the game.

I know him.
You, on the other hand...

are a question mark.

Should I call Trinney,
get another locksmith?

Nah.

Let's try it again.

[Shutter Clicking]

- Long night, huh?
- Yeah.

Let's pick this up
tomorrow night at my place.

You got a pen?
I'll write down the address.

Yeah.

- Oh, thanks. Uh-
- Oh, uh, here.

816 Highland.

816 Highland.

"To Dad, from Shawn."

Is that your son?

My life. He gave me this
for Father's Day.

[Young Sydney]
Come along, Jarod.

[Young Jarod] Miss Parker
just gave that man a present, Sydney.

- Why?
- It's Father's Day, Jarod.

She gave her father a gift
to show how much she loves him.

Want me to put this
out on the net for you?

Oh, yeah. I want to know who he is
and where he comes from.

I'll bet my pension there's
somebody out there looking for this guy.

[Scott] The wild card is still
gonna be the rent-a-cops.

[Sighs]
Man.

I never thought
I'd need this again.

What, you can't open a door,
you blow it off its hinges?

You never know
what you might run into.

Sometimes looking
dangerous is enough.

[Door Opens]

Shawn!
What are you doing here?

- I live here.
- No, no.

You know what I mean.
You're supposed to be at Mrs. Albertson's.

I went to the shop.
They said you didn't show up today.

- Oh, no, I didn't because I was-
- Actually, that was my fault.

I saw some of the furniture
your father built...

and I insisted
we meet right away.

The name is Cross-
R.H. Cross.

R.H. - that stands for "Right Hand."
[Chuckles]

What's that stuff?

Well, you-
You never mind that stuff.

If your probation officer catches you
skipping work, you're gonna be in big trouble.

I don't want anything
to happen to us.

Hey, who-who's the father here?

I want you to go
to Mrs. Albertson's house...

and stay there
till I come pick you up.

- But-
- Just do what I say!

[Sighs]

Wait, wait, wait.

Shawn?

[Sighs]
Listen.

Hey, hey, hey,
listen, pal, I just-

I just need you to cut me
a little slack here.

Hey, I love you.

I love you too.

See ya, Right Hand.

It was nice to meet you, Shawn.

So why you doin' this?

What?

Why you doing this job?
You don't wanna be doing it.

Which means Avani's holding some
kind of big hammer over your head.

I don't know.
I never knew my parents.

Shawn's mother passed away
after he was born, and...

I was sent up a year later.

You know, and they just passed Shawn
around from family to family, like I was.

But you got him back.

And I intend to keep him.

A son needs his father forever.

[Hands Clap]

Jarod.

You need to finish
the last simulation.

I made this for you, Sydney.

For me?

Do you like it?

No, Jarod, I don't like it.

And I don't want to ever see
anything like it again.

Let's get to work.

[Mr. Lyle]
Wejust received these...

from our satellite office
in Indianapolis.

His name is R.H. Cross.
He's a safecracker from New York.

And we should be
interested because-

According to the office, Cross's take
was nearly a quarter million dollars.

He also left this behind.

According
to the red notebook...

Cross is going to rendezvous with Jarod
at the Argyle Hotel in New York City.

Jarod would never leave
such an obvious trail.

Cross screwed up
and left that behind.

That's quite a reach.

According to security on the ground
in Indianapolis, Cross was nearly caught.

Brigitte, go to New York.

Find Cross.

I still don't understand
the significance of this.

- Jarod's sending you two a message.
- Which is?

You're going
nowhere fast.

[Nick] We've got 18 minutes until
the security guard makes his rounds.

I don't like this.

That van followed us
ever since we left the warehouse.

The cops have made us.

If they have, then they're
still following Dewey all over the city.

I've got every contingency covered.
Let's just do it.

[Ticking]

How long?

Five minutes.

- You've got three.
- [Bell Dings]

What the hell is that?

[Nick]
He's early.

Every 20 minutes, huh? Shh-

- What is it?
- A guard.

[Clicking]

How long before you're in?

Two minutes.

- [Whispering] What are you gonna do?
- I'm covering contingencies.

[Salsa]

[Continues]

[Continues]

I'm in.

[Alarm Ringing]

We stole an electronic key card?

It opens the federal diamond depository
in Wilmington.

What are you talking about?

He's saying there is no money,
just another job.

That's what this has been about since
the very beginning, right?

Twenty million dollars
in raw, uncut diamonds.

My source says that the stones will spend 36 hours
in the vault before distribution.

We move on Monday,
before the offices open up...

and anyone realizes
that the access card is missing.

Our deal was one job.
I'm out.

I'm sorry to hear that, Scotty.

Change your mind,
the door's always open.

- Best laid plans, huh?
- [Softly] Hmm.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[Beeping]

Dewey...

this is Nick.

Hey. You okay?

Oh, I'm fine. Good.

I guess this sort
of thing happens...

when you deal with a piece
of work like Avani.

- What's wrong?
- This is too easy.

- What is?
- This.

Nick, he would never let me walk out
with this much on the line.

I mean, not unless-

You got a car?

Yeah. Come on.

[Scott]
Shawn? Shawn.!

Shawn, answer me.

- House is empty.
- [Gasps]

[Rewinds, Beeps]

[Nick]
I'm really sorry, Scotty...

but there's no way I can
let this opportunity slip away.

I need you. And Shawn is safe.

How safe he stays
is up to you.

[Machine Beeps]

[Broots]
Intelli-research 5 pulled it off...

[Sydney] Why would Jarod's picture be
on a law enforcement scan?

According to the background data,
he's suspected...

ofbeing part of a robbery crew
here in the Northeast.

- What did you say?
- The initial scan was sent by...

a Detective Harold Evans
of the Middletown P.D.

Middletown- That's less
than 100 miles from here.

The question now is.
What is Jarod doing...

associating with a group
of street criminals?

[Broots]
This crew is slicker than that.

They have an M.O. of targeting high-profile,
high-tech takedowns.

Such as?

Such as payroll companies,
security houses, mostly diamonds.

Run profiles on all
the potential targets...

within a 500-mile
radius of the Centre.

Everything this crew
might be interested in.

And I want everything you can find
on this Detective Evans.

If he stole a Baby Ruth
when he was six...

I want to know
how many nuts it had.

I've been going over the layout
of the vault room.

I figure we've got a better chance
of blowing the inner doors.

Sounds right.

What do you think, Scotty?

I want him back.

I'm here, right?

That's what you wanted.
Now you give me back my boy.

Focus- for the kid's sake.

Now these doors are only reinforced steel,
so we might be able-

I want to know where my son is,
and I want to know right now!

[Trigger Clicks]

You pull the trigger on me,
you pull the trigger on Shawn.

Scotty, let him go.

Where's Shawn?
Where's my boy?

We finish this job,
you and Shawn...

will be back together
again, I promise.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

[Trigger Clicks]

Anything happens to my boy,
you'll wish I'd killed you.

[Door Opens]

Never underestimate
the father-son relationship.

[Door Closes]

Jarod, l- I told you.
I can't accept this.

But I made it for you.

I'm not your father.

- This card is meant for someone else.
- Don't you love me, Sydney?

We have work to do.

- Smells like gin in here.
- What the hell is this?

I don't have the time or inclination
to banter with you, Detective...

so I'll get right to the point.

- You got a name?
- Let's just say, I'm the person...

who holds your pitiful little
life in her hands.

Is that so?

You tell me.

Go ahead. Open it.

Where'd you get these?

That's not important.

What is, is that multiple copies
are in my possession.

Good.

You put this picture
out on the police net?

So?

I want him.

Can't help you.

I want him.

Harold.

I'm sorry-
for both our sakes.

I think I know where
they're gonna hit next.

[Footsteps Approaching]

Relax your prostates, boys.
I've gotJarod nailed to the wall.

Blondie's gonna bust
a G-string when she-

What?

Please continue.

And while you're at it,
maybe you can explain this.

[Brigitte]
I spoke to R.H. Cross in New York.

He was sent to rob the Centre's office
in Indianapolis...

by a man matching
Jarod's description.

- We did try to warn you about that.
- And how is Detective Evans?

You had me followed.

Yes, I did. I want to know
everything you know...

and I want to know now.

Jarod's become part
of a robbery crew.

Evans thinks their next
target will be...

the federal diamond
depository in Wilmington.

I think we should
blanket the area...

- and grab the whole bunch on the way in.
- I disagree.

- Oh, what a surprise.
- [Sydney] You have a better plan?

You've tried
an open-snare approach before.

Jarod's too smart to let us
grab him on the outside.

We let him inside the vault.
We lull him into a false sense of security...

and take him clean.

Why don't we just mail him
the diamonds and call it a day?

I knowJarod-
the way he thinks.

- Yet you still can't catch him.
- Ladies.

We'll follow Brigitte's plan.

Mr. Broots, you'll be given
complete control...

of the security system
at the diamond depository.

You can do that?

I suggest you visit the building and begin
implementing a total lockdown...

- of the facility.
- I don't believe this will work.

I think it's time to end this pursuit
ofJarod once and for all.

"You can do that?"

[Nick] Dewey got these photos
of the depository this morning...

and the key card will allow us
to penetrate the outside security system.

- Bodies on the ground?
- Minimal.

I made the last system this morning.
It's hard-wired infrared.

- Can you beat it?
- Yeah, I can beat it.

We have no problem then.

- Oh, no. Not now.
- What did you say?

- Nothin'.
- You look a little shook-up.

No. No, I'm fine.

We're all set then?

[Sighing]
Oh, no.

[Broots]
The colored areas represent...

access points
of the depository.

When the grid is red,
the building is locked down.

When it's green,
obviously it's- it's not.

My guess is thatJarod
and his crew will disarm...

the video monitoring system
as soon as they gain entry.

But it won't matter though,
because I'm the only one...

with the password
to operate the system.

Very impressive, Mr. Broots.

I'm confident that Mr. Broots
has covered all contingencies.

Are you confident, Mr. Broots?

[Muffled Groan, Cough]

- Here we go.
- We own it.

- All right, they're inside. Let's end this.
- Not yet.

Not yet? He's sitting there
waiting for us.

And knowing that gives us
the upper hand-

the advantage of surprise.

- Your point?
- We have him, Mr. Lyle.

Let's not make
another mistake.

[Beeping]

- What is that? What are you doing?
- I could stop...

and explain it or just do it
and we can get the hell out of here.

The choice is yours.

[Beeping]

Jarod would never have walked in here
without a plan to walk out.

We stay the course.

Look. You want to sit on your collective thumbs,
fine. I'm gonna do my job.

I won't allow you
to compromise the situation.

You gonna shoot me?

- [Electronic Chirp]
- Done.

[Drill Powers Down]

- What happened?
- The drill bit cracked.

- You got another one?
- Yeah, in my bag.

- I'll get it.
- No, no, no. I'll get it. I know where it is.

- Pull out the broken bit.
- Make it fast.

Scotty, give me a hand
over here, will you?

- Yeah, one second. I'm nearly done.
- Now.

Yeah, sure.

Hey!

- You open these doors.
- I want Scotty's son brought back to him.

- Open the doors!
- What are you doing?

Maybe you don't understand English.
I want Shawn released.

I know Dewey's got him...

so you call him
and you tell him to cut him loose.

You open the door
or you die.

- Go ahead.
- You tell him, Scotty.

Nick, don't.

Shoot.

You see, sometimes
looking dangerous is enough...

and sometimes it's not.

Now-

[Beep, Dial Tone]

Call him.

Dial.

[Beeping]

[Line Ringing]

[Whispering]
Come on.

This is Nick.

Let the kid go.
Yes.

Right now!

The phone.

Mm, mm, mm.
You should have called Trinney.

- [Mumbling]
- Scotty.

You let me out of here.

You know, every night
for seven years...

I thought about, you know,
what you were doing.

And then, when I get out...

I finally get my life back,
you take my son.

Scotty, that was business.

This is personal.

Let's get out of here.

Don't leave me in here.

[Bars Clanking]

Scotty!
Scotty, don't leave me here.

Scotty.!

Scotty!

Hey. I got two on the move.

- Jarod.
- Give me my gun.

If you wantJarod,
give me my gun.

- Tell the Sweeper teams to move.
- Wait. What the hell is this?

All the access points within the building,
they're unlocking.

One area is still secured.
Where's that?

[Buzzing, Clicking]

[Clears Throat]

Shawn? Son?

- Shawn.!
- Shawn.

Shawn.

- Scotty.
- Yeah?

Shawn.

Oh!

Oh, my God.

I was, like, so scared,
you know?

You, uh-you okay?

- I'm okay.
- Yeah, yeah? You're fine?

- You're fine?
- Dad, don't make a big deal.

Look I hate to break this up...

but don't you think you two
should be hitting the road?

Here. Take this with you.

Don't worry.
It's money that was owed to me.

Uh, you know,
I don't understand.

Consider it...

an early Father's Day
present.

Good luck, huh?

- Thanks.
- Good luck.

[Line Ringing]

[On Phone]
Sydney.

I hope your stay at the depository
wasn't too unpleasant.

No. You made quite an impression
on the new regime.

I hope this doesn't end up
making things harder for you.

I appreciate your concern.

But that's not why I called.

I've been thinking...

and I was wondering
if you ever thought...

about what it would have been like
to have been my father.

That was never an option, Jarod...

so I never allowed myself to even...

entertain such a notion.

Well, thank you, Sydney.

For your honesty anyway.

- [Handset Clatters]
- [Coins Clank]

[Dial Tone]

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