All language subtitles for Blood Ties s01e06 Love Hurts.eng

Marcy shot in the low nineties that day.

Outplayed me by three stokes.
We were unbeatable.

Used to be we did everything together.

Now she's busy, I'm busy.

And you think she's getting busy
with somebody else.

That's one way of putting it.

Do you really want to find out
if your wife is cheating, Mr. Howsen,

- or do you want to stay married?
- Yes,

and yes.

What I'm saying is,

your money could be
better spent on counselling.

Or a hit man.

I'm kidding.

People get upset.

They over-react a little and
suddenly they're divorced,

wondering how they got there.

Can you help me or not?

I can start first thing tomorrow,
but you should know

that some spouses find out
they've been investigated

and the marriages never recover.

I'm dying by slow degrees here,
Ms. Nelson.

If it's over, I want to know.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Anything juicy?

Ectoplasm in his Beamer?

A poltergeist in his summer house?

He's wearing horns.

Adultery, again.

Where do people find the time?

You are so worth blowing off
that meeting for!

Are you free tomorrow?

Gary's working late
every night this week.

Last night
he didn't make it home 'til five.

Anyhow...

It's not all wine and roses, right?

All right, call me later.
Yeah.

What, did we have plans?

Well, that depends.
Did you get that raise?

Yeah, yeah, and I bought
this place with it, too.

Well, in that case I am free for dinner.

That's good to hear.

Let me just clean up this mess
and we'll be on our way, all right?

Well, this mess is why I'm here.

My client called.

She's dead.

I came upstairs

The bath was running.

I found Marcy.

I'm sorry.

It was him,

the guy...
Whoever she's been...

I want you to find out who did this.

That's why the police are here,
Mr. Howsen.

They know what they're doing.

I didn't come home last night,
Ms. Nelson.

I sacked out in my office.

I just came home this morning
to change my shirt.

But nobody saw me,

and I know how it looks to these guys.

Mr. Howsen?

Detective Graham.

Can we talk over here?

I need somebody on my side.

I didn't kill my wife.

I didn't!

- Suffocation or strangulation?
- His wife cheated on him and hired you?

Could be.

We should have gone to my bar.
I hate traing new bartenders.

Where have your hands been tonight?

Ask me again in a couple hours.

So what's eating you?

My client made a joke
about hiring a hit man,

and 24 hours later his wife is dead.

If he was going to have her killed,
why would he joke about it?

Maybe he's setting me up
as his alibi.

Are you always this paranoid?

Well, he doesn't have an alibi.

He also doesn't have a ghost,

or a monster, or a zombie.

This'll be great.

So you say,

but your eyes say something else.

Right.

Your eyes say
that plain old murder's boring.

They say that supernatural,
other-worldly, freaky,

turns you on.

It always has to come back to you,
doesn't it?

This could be your fate, Vicki.

Fate, right.

Like I'm fated to go blind.

Like I'm fated to bring hell to earth.

So is your client worried
about his upcoming experience with...

'justice'?

If that's supposed to be
a slag against cops,

I'd stop right there.

Well, it's not a slag against ex-cops,
which is what you are.

Are you trying to suggest
that Mike is good at his job?

Not just his job.

I'm sure.

Good night, Vicki.

Henry, come on.

Marcy was great, Ms. Nelson.

She wanted it all,
and she was getting it.

And then somebody
broke in and killed her

for no reason.

Broke in?

Well, it wouldn't have been anyone here.

Oh, it had to be a stranger.

All of our people are vetted.

See, Mr. Howsen thought
Marcy might have been seeing someone.

So maybe that's your stranger.

I don't think Marcy was fooling around.

No, Marcy loved Gary.

Oh yeah, right, and love has Ouch
a great track record.

She was very happy.

We all are.

Marcy had a meeting that day,

but she was home,
and the bed was a mess.

- How's that?
- She wasn't the best housekeeper.

Who knows what happens
inside a marriage?

Okay, just so you know,

avoiding my questions

isn't going to help
solve your friend's murder.

It was nobody here.

Who's that?

- My gardener.
- 'Your' gardener?

'Our' gardener.

Emmanuel.

He works for all of us.

Was he working last night?

In a way.
He was teaching us flower arranging.

He's very talented.

Crime Scene says the prints
are of the loving couple.

A few others came up,
checked out as cleaning staff.

Leave their prints behind?

What kind of cleaning is that?

Good help, Dave, hard to find.

What is that? A dig?

If you don't know, you prove my point.

- The friend of a friend delivered.
- Thanks.

You know what? I'm going
to leave you two lovebirds alone.

Oh, but, watch out,
he's still carrying that Vicki torch.

- Thanks for the tip, Cupid.
- Yeah, thanks, Dave.

- There was a message.
- Yeah?

Something like, "The next time
Celluci wants me to spend a day

in records investigating
a murder from 1932,

tell him he can go..."

Forget it. Later.

Hey, Kate!

Thanks.

Vicki Nelson, private investigator.

I have a few questions.

You want to know
where I was last night.

Well, that'd be a start.

I gave a class in flower arranging,

to Cheryl, Isabel, and Wendy.

Marcy not invited?

She didn't come.

Didn't she?

If only she had.

You two spent time together?

I took care of her... garden.

I bet you did.

"She shines like the rose-fingered moon

"rising after sundown,

"erasing all stars around her. "

Poetry's really not my thing.

"Her light spreads
on roses and tender thyme,

"and the blooming honey-lotus. "

You're sure you didn't see Marcy
last night?

Flower arranging lesson.

Would you like one?

No, thanks.

Cheryl?

Cheryl?

Hi, who're you?

Vicki Nelson, working for Gary.

- Oh... the PI.
- Yeah.

Nice to meet you.
I'm Bruce Caldwell,

Cheryl's husband.

Is she around somewhere?

I'm sure she's not far.

She's never where I think
she's going to be.

Come on inside.

Terrible about Marcy.

Do the police have any suspects?

Not as yet. How 'bout you?

You mean, do I suspect somebody?

No, not around here.

And they're sure it's murder?

Well, she didn't strangle herself.

How about that gardener?

Oh, I don't know the guy.
I don't know.

Don't the police usually
suspect the husband?

What, especially if he's jealous?

Well, I don't know if Gary was jealous.

I do.

- This is subtle.
- My mother's.

She was an anthropologist.

I used to be fascinated
with those things when I was a kid.

- No cable.
- Ah.

Where are they from?

All over.

I'm ashamed.
It's a significant collection and I...

don't remember much about them.

They're a little valuable.

A little creepy.

Oh, I don't think so.

My mother used to keep
them in individual cases,

but Cheryl thinks that's tacky,

too 'collector-y'.

The women were really women
back then, weren't they?

I always figured the artists
must have been teenage boys.

Yes, that would explain a lot.

Well, I'm going to take
another look around for my wife.

A gardener who quotes poetry.

You sound almost jealous.

How endearing.

Jealousy's a useless emotion.

"After 450 years,

"I don't waste my time
on futile feelings. "

- Don't knock experience.
- I never do.

And experience is telling me

that there is something between
those women and that gardener.

I mean, their alibi is too neat.

Why wasn't Marcy invited?

I'll go over tomorrow,
sniff around some more.

Anywhere in particular?

You're kind of twisted.

Has anyone ever told you that?

Maybe I'll come.

He sounds irresistible.

So he's handsome.

There's no crime in noticing.

You don't sound like a cop

talking about a suspect.

I'm trained to notice details.

So am I.

Like your heart beating faster.

Too much caffeine.

If you need to relax,
I could quote you some poetry.

You could try.

Apparently it works.

If you want to know what works?

You could get the garbage
on your way out.

Hi.

Are you okay?

You weren't just, uh...
over at my place.

You know, somehow, like...

in bed with me,
running your hands all over my body?

- That kind of thing?
- That depends,

- were you enjoying it?
- Henry...?

Are you sure?

I think I'd remember it.

Okay.

Okay, good.

Well that's a load off. Whew!

Disappointed?

No, no, relieved.

You don't look relieved.

Oh no, this um...
this is my relief face.

Because finding me in your bed

running my hands all over
your body would be...

horrible.

Unless you were invited.

I'm all ears.

Obviously, here's the catch.

You're a vampire,
I'm a half-blind private investigator.

These stories always end up tragic.

We could beat the odds.

I'm not much of a gambler.

'Night, Hank.

We could cuddle after.

What about the gardener?
You check him out?

Not as much as you did, I bet.

Come on, Mike. You know,
Coreen ran a dozen databases...

came up with nothing on this guy.

Yeah, we figure Zorro's
an illegal immigrant.

We're gonna sit with it.
He'll get nervous,

make a mistake,
then we'll bring him in.

What about his alibi?

Oh, you mean his harem?

You mean the harem that just

figured out they're a harem?
Yeah, that's the one.

Yeah, they're remarkably consistent.

So, any other suspects?

Come on, Vick.

You know we like Gary for this,

but I'm not going
to talk to you about it.

Okay, how about we don't talk
about it over dinner?

No work talk. I swear.

This so-called dinner,
just the two of us?

Is there somebody
you want me to bring?

Is Henry working this with you?

He is.

And you're killing the moment,
in case you were wondering.

Well, you know,

I wouldn't want to kill
the moment but...

come on, Vick,
I just don't want to see you get hurt.

I'm going to try
and remember that this is coming

out of concern for me,

not out of some kind
of caveman complex.

Why can't it be both?

Emmanuel?

Hot?

A little.

I'd say a lot.

So...

Isabel, Marcy.

Just how many lawns
are you trimming around here?

Oh... you have such great energy, Vicki.

You must have many lovers.

I saw you with Isabel.

And Gary saw you with Marcy.

The police are watching you.

I didn't do anything

that people didn't want me to do.

I cared for Marcy.

I didn't hurt her.

- Who did?
- I don't know.

Listen, I think you do.

Cheryl.

I finished at work early.

And I wanted to talk to you
about the fall plantings.

Any luck with Marcy's murder?

Shouldn't you be at work?

Shouldn't you?

Isabel has brochures

about the new irrigation system.

Excuse me.

Emmanuel was just giving me
a little shoka primer.

He said the flower you started with
is in this garden?

Which one is it?

- That one.
- The pink one.

My mistake, the pink one.

Thanks.

These women are lying
about the night of Marcy's murder,

so we're going to unleash

Henry's mojo on them.

I don't have mojo.

I have charm.

- Charisma, if you will.
- I would.

Well, whatever it is, you're taking it
to the Golf and Country Club tonight.

- A golf club?
- I know, I know,

but sometimes you gotta go
where the case takes you.

Meanwhile, we're going to go
back to Richie Rich Estates.

I want to search
the gardener's cottage.

I want to search the gardener.

He's our suspect.

Delicious until proven guilty.

So, you okay with this?

I've talked to women before.

Yeah, but not as a PI.

Yet I usually get what I want.

You've not going to,
you know, bite them, are you?

Are you going to tell me I can't?

Good.

It's just that
it's not exactly protocol.

You are going to tell me I can't.

Well, it's an investigation,

not a picnic.

Is this really about something
I might do,

or something I didn't?

The other night, when I didn't stay.

Then you showed up at my place...

Oh no, no.
This is completely different.

Completely.

- If you say so.
- Yeah.

I've got to change.

- Call me later.
- You got it.

I'm not going to.

- Bite them?
- Bite them.

Tell me about
your flower-arranging class.

What really happened that night?

We were practising shoka.

It's a Japanese style.

- Sounds exotic.
- Yeah.

And was Emmanuel there with you?

Emmanuel...

was in the living room.

We all were.

To think that shoka
could have saved her life.

Except that Emmanuel wasn't there.

Emmanuel was there.

He's the shoka expert.

Oh God, Mike Weir did come.
Excuse me.

I think you like living life
on the edge.

Other people think they understand you,
but they don't, do they?

Nobody does.

Like my neck.

I've always got this pain right here.

And I never talk about it.

Oh, excuse me.

Just keep that filthy mind of yours

on the case and Emanuel.

All I'm saying is, two great guys

and every night
you're going home alone.

Look, I'm just...

too busy for the messy
relationship stuff right now.

Too busy for the messy...?

'Cause the working women
here sure aren't.

I appreciate your concern, Coreen,

but I'd appreciate
you shutting up more.

Well, you know,
there was this 'thing' the other night.

Who, Henry or Mike?

Neither.

I mean, really it was just
this weird dream.

I mean it was like
someone was in bed with me,

running their hands all over my body.

No face?

Just an impression.

You know, like the...

like the weight
of a body pressing down on me.

- And then what?
- It felt really real, though.

Really real?

Real.

You know, Vicki,
it sounds like an incubus.

- A what?
- Incubus,

a sex demon.

Sort of a virtual vibrator
for the Medieval set.

Nah, I think it was just a dream.

Call the police!

What happened? Is she all right?

- Are they on their way?
- On their way.

Oh God.

Isabel!

Bloody hell.

Henry!

Please, some respect for the game.

- Vicki fought a demon!
- What?

Something attacked Isabel

and Vicki tried to kill it,
and it knocked her

across the room,
and it has glowing red eyes,

and we think it might be Emmanuel
and...

You golf?

My father killed the Scottish king.
Yes, I golf.

"Demons attack night."

It's kind of a large search term.

It looked like it was sucking
the breath out of her.

- Incubus do that.
- Yes!

Vicki had a visit the other night,
you know.

Lucky.

"The other night,"
when you came over.

The hands all over you.
The hands you hoped were mine.

Feared.

Incubus, from the Latin 'incubo',
meaning burden or weight.

Do I need to explain that part to you?

No, no, it's okay.
I, uh... remember.

Check this out.

"The incubus could be a nasty lover,

"with a sexual organ
that was freezing cold,

"double-pronged
or painfully large."

Do those two words
really belong together?

And you think I should
take up with the 'messy'.

An incubus has the power

to put everyone in the house
into a deep sleep.

Once she succumbs,

the woman is dragged
into hell for eternity.

The Country Club!

That's how they resisted me.

They were under the influence
of the incubus.

I thought you were irresistible.

You resist him.

The incubus got there first.

Some excuse.

Look,

it looks like one of the idols
at Cheryl's house.

She has an incubus idol?

Sort of. They're the husband's.

It doesn't make sense.

Idols are used to worship.

Yes, but they're also used
to summon demons.

Like the creep who did this to me.

So someone summoned an incubus

and it killed Marcy and Isabel?

You're asking
the wrong gal about that,

but find out more about these idols,
and get me a meet with Cheryl.

And I want to know how many
more of your friends have to die

before you tell me
about you and Emmanuel.

- You don't have to yell.
- Well, apparently I do.

We have this 'networking group'.

It's a way for us
to get together on expense.

We usually don't end up
talking much business.

Just complain about our husbands
not giving us attention.

I swear to gawd,
every time I'm feeling frisky

he's just laying
there like a log, sleeping.

At least you're getting wood.

"Oh Gary, give me a little loving."

"I am too busy
or that right now, baby."

"Oh, come on, Gary,
I'll pay for the golf vacation

"you always wanted if you'll just..."

"Marcy, Marcy,
these things are worth money."

...Yeah, yeah, he could solve
more than my problems.

Oh, look at him. Wouldn't it be great
if he was like a genie in the bottle?

And all we had to do is rub him,

- God willing! I'm willing!
- and make a wish?

And Emmanuel showed up the next day?

Not exactly.

We all started having
these weird dreams.

Like someone was in bed with us.

Someone you wanted to be in bed with.

And then,

I figured Marcy had hired him.

Turns out Marcy figured
Isabel had hired him and so on.

He needed a place.

I had the guest cottage on my property,

so...

And the dreams?

We're all pretty career-driven.

You have your own business,
you must understand that.

You focus fully on one thing,

other things disappear...

cooking at home, lazy Sundays,

sex.

There's not much time.

Not much will, either.

So you traded in the dreams for reality.

There was no shoka class.

I was with Emmanuel
the night Marcy was killed.

I asked the girls to cover for me.

And that was when we discovered

we were all using the same gardener.

Well, wasn't your husband ever home?

Bruce...

Bruce could sleep
through an earthquake.

And the night Isabel was killed?

I asked.

None of us were with him.

All right, shoot.

Okay... I know you hate
this stuff, but...

Emmanuel might be an incubus.

It's a special interest group?

No, it's a type of sex demon.

No, Vicki, I know what it is!

I read! I watch TV! I know
all about these things, all right?

They're just...

fiction, myths, stories.

Like Henry.

Hey, speaking of which, where is he?

Attacking women in bed sounds like
more his kind of thing, don't you think?

No. Don't mistake this
for something it's not.

You mean don't mistake
an incubus for a vampire?

I can't believe I just said that.

All I'm saying is that
if you find Emmanuel just...

be careful, that's all.

We'll find him all right
and when we do

we'll put him away for life.

Yeah, but how do you lock up
an incubus anyway?

Well, you're the expert,
why don't you tell me.

I'll get back to you on that.

Vicki, what are you scheming?

Nothing.

I'll be in touch.

Doctor Sagara says
there's no definitive method

to trapping an incubus.

Hm, apparently all you have to do
is cry the unhappy marriage blues

in your million dollar McMansion,
and he just...

shows up.

That's calling him.
We want to trap him.

Excuse me. Sagara thinks

the idol might help bring him in.

And we'll need a ritual circle
to hold him,

spruce for manifestation,
civit for lust...

and the right bait.

I'd volunteer but,

the bait has to be sexually frustrated.

What?

I'm not sexually frustrated.

And when he ended up
here the other night, what?

He took the wrong exit?

We haven't seen him since Isabel...

Yeah, I can't imagine why.

The murders are so at odds
with the way he is.

Was. Is.

What the hell are you doing?

Bruce, Vicki's going to borrow it.

These belonged to my mother!

You don't just give them away.

I wasn't.

Show some respect for once.

They're not for you
or for anyone.

Understand?

I'm sorry. I should have asked.

Sorry.

I paid off the mortgage
when I got my promotion.

I think it's been hard on him.

Well, if this doesn't work,

at least it smells nice.

So now what? I just...

wait?

I know this will be hard for you,
but try to be

in an open, receptive mood.

Okay, open and receptive

to a demon coming to kill me.

Sure.

Open yet?

So, this is your trap?

- Henry was out of line.
- Sorry.

How'd you get in?

Hey, you were supposed
to give those back!

Sorry.

What are you doing here, anyways?

Well, I figured you could use
a little professional help.

- She's already got it.
- No, I said professional help.

Not bloodsucking
bastard son-of-the-king help.

I looked it up.

Fitz. Roy.

He reads.

Yeah, you two are
going to be a big help.

Okay, so we called
an incubus, now what?

I must say, Vicki,
I'm disappointed in you.

You should try it from my side.

Would you give me your hand,
please?

No, I don't think so.

Look, we know what you are, Demon.

Why would you kill Marcy and Isabel?

It wasn't me.

I care for these women,

and it makes no sense
for me to harm them.

I have food, shelter,

good sex.

- And look at him!
- Thank you, bella.

So you just get pulled through

to this side and decide
to take on physical form?

Pretty much.

But why?
What is so great about this world?

These women...

so tough by day.

At night, with me...

they were vulnerable.

They responded to me, need me.

I could feel that.

I can feel that within you too, Vicki.

A longing.

I have no longing.

There is no longing.

OK, actually I've been
thinking about getting a dog.

You don't have to explain.

- No, explain!
- No, explain!

The women!

Look, I made a difference

in their sleeping lives.

I wanted to make
a difference in their days.

He's lying. He's a demon.
It's like breathing to them.

- Yeah, unlike vampires.
- Focus.

All right, Cheryl's confession has

him outside of Marcy's house
at the time of the murder.

Okay, well, say he didn't do it,

there were a dozen other
idols in that house

- maybe we're looking the wrong one.
- I may be able to help there.

You said to find out
what I could, so...

A doll did it.

Did you miss the part
where the demon showed up?

Did you miss the part
where you started talking about dolls?

- Idols.
- They're the same rules...

they don't apply any more, Mike.

Yeah, I get that, Vick.

Tiny little killers, huh?

That's not such a stretch, now is it?

Tell me detective,

- you sleep with your windows open?
- I repeat,

focus!

So then, who's our hooded killer?

Maybe her. She's one of the Furies,

- the Angry Ones.
- Relative of yours?

- Stop it!
- From Greek mythology.

Sagara says

it's probably the oldest piece
in the collection.

This one seems to be Megaera.

She attacks whoever you're jealous of.

Well, Gary was jealous of his wife,

I mean, admittedly so.

Was Isabel's husband jealous of her?

Oh, not so much.

All the women
were jealous of each another.

Isabel was the focus of that.

She's spending
the most time with Emmanuel.

Yeah, but there's no pattern here.

Listen to this.

In the myths, Megaera responds

to the strongest feeling of jealousy,

not necessarily to the person
who summoned her.

So either they're passing
around this idol...

Or someone hasn't learned
how to use it properly yet.

I think I know who.

Come on, demon, we're taking a ride.

I know you can feel it.

Eating me up inside.

She ruined everything.

Ridiculed me.

Feel it!

You're a child, Cellucci,
cutting me off at the light.

You've been driving for what, 90 years

and you still choke at a yellow?
It's pathetic.

Okay boys, we have a murder to stop.

Get her.

- Hey, stay here.
- Excuse me.

All right! That's it!

What are you gonna do? Shoot me?

If you can't control yourself,
somebody else will.

Get a grip!

Where are you going?

She's in there!

Get back here!

I'm in control here!

Henry, cut it out!

Not them! I'm the angry one!

She's a jealousy demon, you idiot!

Sorry love, already dead.

Don't make me hurt you!

- Give it to me!
- No!

Give it to me!

What the hell is going on in here?

Get back!

Glad I'm not the one writing the report.

Murder by jealousy demon
in the second degree.

It practically writes itself,
doesn't it?

Trepidations adds a certain vibrancy
to any encounter,

but I prefer curiosity,
willingness, passion.

A constant diet of coercion gets tired
after a couple hundred years.

Exactly, and it's amazing how women
have changed over this past century.

The art of romance
is lost on women today.

- I know...
- So what about him?

Henry's free to do what he wants.

No, the other freak.

Is he sticking around or what?

He hasn't broken any laws.

No, just a couple of hearts, right?

Oh, I think he can cure them.

I was talking about the husbands.

I knew that.

Still,

freak factor aside, it does just

come down to human emotions,
doesn't it?

And jealousy.

Seemed to be a lot of
that flying around tonight.

Vicki, I'm not jealous of Henry.

I'm just worried about you.

Well, you know I always work
better with a partner.

Maybe.

There's a lot about Henry
you don't know.

And you do?

Look,

I know that every time I've needed him
in my corner he's been there.

Reminds me a lot of somebody else
I used to work with.

Just trust me on this.

I do trust you.

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