All language subtitles for Lady in the Lake S01E06 I know who killed Cleo Johnson 1080p ATVP WEB-DL DDP5.1 H.264-NTb

["Is That All There Is" playing]

[chef] Hey, here we go.

- [grunts]
- Mr. Durst?

[sighs, stammers]

What is it?

Crab meat on buttered toast.

[sighs] No. No, thank you.

- Excuse me.
- [partygoers chattering, laughing]

Thank you.

Esther Williams?

Allan.

Where is Mr. Schwartz
this evening?

Uh, he's-- he's out
of town for work.

I had to come. I'm on
the women's committee.

- We-- We organized this.
- Did you have anything

to do with the menu, by chance?

Because they are serving more shellfish
and pork than a German beer garden.

We had a Shabbos menu at the
Suburban, and no one showed up.

Jewishness is rarely in fashion.

[sniffs]

You should really stop me from
drinking on an empty stomach,

'cause otherwise I'm going
to wake up on the front lawn

tomorrow morning. [chuckles]

You look like you can handle
a few drinks. All grown up.

You're the one who's married
and a member on the committee.

I'm sure soon you'll have lots of
little Schwartzes running around,

won't you?

Maddie. Hi. Hello.

I'm sorry, Maddie. I'm sorry.

- It's fine. I-- Don't worry about it.
- No, no. I'm s--

No, no, no. I mean, I'm sorry
about the way I behaved that night.

I've been wanting
to tell you that

- for a long time.
- We were kids.

Why would you
even bring that up?

Because my father
is not a good man.

And if it takes a few drinks on an
empty stomach for me to admit it--

L'chaim.

I think you need some fresh air.

["Is That All There
Is" continues]

[Maddie] When did you find out?

- Allan, you brought this up.
- I...

heard you whispering to each other,
uh, maybe a week before the prom.

Mmm.

I saw the way you looked
at him, and I just knew.

- [stammers]
- [breathes shakily]

And there was that
painting of you in the lake.

I wanted to hurt you so badly.

Me?

Because I-- Because
I blamed you for--

But I-- I know better now.

I know what he did to you.

No, you don't.

At least you got to go
home at the end of the night.

- I had to live with him.
- [chuckles]

[Allan] You think that's funny?

It's hilarious, Allan.

You know, you
weren't the only girl.

What do you mean?

I mean, you weren't
his only girl, Maddie.

[crying]

I'm sorry.

[sniffles, crying]

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- [Maddie cries]

I'm sorry. I'm
just like my father.

- [sniffles]
- [breathes sharply]

[moaning]

Close the door.

[moans]

[breathing through mask]

You know, Mom...

you always look at me funny.

Even when I was little.

As if something was wrong
and only you could see it.

And then I read
your diary and...

I understood that I
reminded you of something

you didn't want
to be reminded of.

But I am your son.

Not all those men
that came before me.

I'm sorry. I-I just--

I wanted to thank your mother
for finding my daughter's killer.

Y-You can come in, Mr. Durst.

Please.

I guess I owe the
two of you an apology.

Your next child
will know the truth.

[screaming]

[Seth screaming] Mom!

H-Help!

Help! Somebody help, please!

Quickly, come!

[nurse grunts] Okay. You
have to push, Ms. Morgenstern!

- Mrs. Schwartz!
- Mrs. Durst!

- Push, push, push!
- [screams]

- [panting, whimpering]
- [nurse grunting]

[groans] What is it?

- Your story...
- [gargling]

- ...it needs a good lead.
- [panting]

[whimpers] No, wait! I need you!

[water splashes]

[panting continues]

Cleo?

[breathes shakily]

- [gasps]
- ["Que Sera, Sera" playing distortedly]

[breathing shakily]

[breathes shakily] Cleo?

[grunts]

[breathing shakily]

[breathing heavily]

[bell dings]

[bell dings]

[grunts]

["Go Down Moses" playing]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[screaming]

No! [gasps]

[gasps]

[screams]

Madeline Schwartz, reporter
for The Star, is in hospital tonight

after being stabbed by murder
suspect Stephan Zawadzkie's mother,

in an apparent attempted
murder and suicide.

- It's this reporter's duty to inform you...
- [grunting]

...that Madeline Schwartz
was not only a colleague,

- but also a longtime personal friend.
- [panting]

I join the entire city
in offering my prayers.

The police report said Mrs. Schwartz
was not on assignment with The Star

when she entered the
Zawadzkie residence.

How these cases
are related, if at all,

is a mystery that is
unfolding in real time.

This would seem to
clear Stephan Zawadzkie

of Cleo Johnson's murder.

The police are reported to
be focusing on new suspects.

[Lionel whimpering]

[Merva] Where-- Where you going?

Stay here.

[grunts] I didn't do
it. I love my wife.

[Slappy] Huh? Tell
me, what's the motive?

Listen to me, man. Why
aren't you listening to me?

[horn honks]

[horn honks]

Hey, what's the haps, T-man?

Teddy?

Police just took my dad.
You know anything about it?

Come here, man.

[car brakes squeal]

What you want, man?

I got something for you.

What's this? You know
who killed my mother?

Come on, man. Talk to me.

[engine revs]

[Ferdie] It was a really meaningful
pitch, Mr. Gordon. And I can say that.

[scoffs]

Hey, Reggie.

[clears throat] Everything
all right here, boss?

[Shell] Right as rain,

other than the fact that
we've got Detective Platt here.

[chuckles] Good to
see you too, Reggie.

I just, uh-- I figured
you both would, uh--

would be happy to hear
that they got Slappy Johnson

in the main suspect seat.

Now, you-- Any idea why he
would blame you for Cleo's murder?

Well, him and Cleo, uh,

they had a big fight here
one night, and that's all I know.

[chuckles] Reggie has taken
one too many hits in the head.

- [Ferdie] Mmm.
- He forgets

he doesn't have to
answer questions twice.

We already spoke to the
police after the funeral.

Yeah, but you forgot to mention

Cleo's big win with the
Christmas numbers, right?

Oh, and how she drove the
car during the Myrtle Summer hit.

Yeah?

You know, Mr. Gordon, I-I truly wonder
how you can call yourself a race man

when an innocent Black
man is about to go to prison

for a crime you
know he didn't do.

You ever heard of
the African cichlid?

- Can't say I have, Mr. Gordon.
- [Shell] Mmm.

Can't say I would have taken
you for a fish expert either.

I'm not a fish expert.
Reggie is the fish expert.

He is a marine savant.

That's how I know his head
still work in the first place.

You could ask this boy
anything about these damn fish.

Explain to him this
one here, Reggie.

[clears throat] Dwarf cockatoo.

[Shell] That's right. [chuckles]
Tell him where it come from.

- All the way from the motherland.
- Uh-huh.

Over 800 species that comes from
three different lakes out of Africa.

And tell him how come
they kill each other.

Tell him.

Well, they only do that when, uh,
they don't come from the same lake.

Just like us.

You know, the white man,
he think we all the same,

but we can tell the difference.

Yes, we can.

Good night, gentlemen.

That's the second time in less than a
week somebody sat their ass on this chair

telling me Cleo won off
the Christmas numbers.

So, either Platt and that Jewish
reporter got the same bad source,

or there's something
you ain't telling me, boy.

I told you I took
care of it, Mr. Gordon.

- On Christmas Eve, just like you asked.
- You did?

'Cause I don't remember
telling your Black ass

to leave her at
that damn fountain.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry.
You're right, boss.

I don't-- I don't know
what I was thinking.

You didn't know what
you was thinking?

Huh.

[scoffs]

Captain Stassley? I
need a word with you.

- [Bob] Hey, Maddie.
- [groans]

Maddie?

- Hey, how you doing, champ?
- [Maddie groans]

How you-- How you feel?

Stephan Zawadzkie
finally talked.

Tried to rape the Durst girl,

couldn't do it...

- What?
- ...he left her in the basement.

Mother found out and that's
why she decided to take care of it.

[sighs]

- The mom's gone.
- Oh, my God.

- Now, uh--
- What if he was lying?

No, h-he's not.

The blood under Tessie's nails,
it matches the blood type of mom.

I know who killed Cleo Johnson.

Maddie, come on. Stop
worrying about Cleo Johnson.

- They just arrested her husband.
- Oh, no. No, no, no.

Listen, Maddie.

- All you need to worry about right now...
- He didn't do it.

- ...is you getting better. Okay?
- No, no. I know he didn't do it.

You could have been killed.

[Maddie] Mmm.

Hey, um,

so, what the hell
happened in there, anyway?

I mean, what did she say
to you, um, before she--

If you think that you're
writing this story...

[groans]

...you have bigger
balls than I ever thought.

- [chuckles, inhales deeply]
- [Bob] Maddie. People wanna know.

- [Maddie groans]
- Come on--

Maddie, listen, I am being
squeezed from the inside here.

You tell Marshall that
Cleo Johnson's the story...

- Marshall knows it's your story.
- ...and it's my story, Bob.

Okay. All right.
Who's your lead?

- [nurse] Sir, you can't be in here now.
- [groans]

- Yeah-- [stammers] Listen, Maddie.
- My story.

- [nurse] Sir? Sir, come with me, or else...
- Maddie...

- ...I'm gonna have to call security.
- ...listen.

- Sir?
- [groans]

Get him out of here.

- [Maddie] Tell Marshall...
- I'll be back.

...the Zawadzkies are old news.

- Cleo's the story. [gasps]
- [nurse] Bring me a cooler pack.

[Maddie whimpering]

My story.

[breathing shakily]

[grunts]

[gasping]

[breathing shakily continues]

Tessie?

- [pounding]
- [gasps]

[whimpers]

"There are very few human beings

- who receive the truth"...
- [grunts]

..."complete and staggering.

Most of them acquire it
fragment by fragment."

Yeah, I don't have
time for fragments.

- I need it now.
- Or what?

Or else no one will ever know the
truth of who murdered Cleo Johnson.

Or no one will know what
a great writer you are?

Ambition is not
the enemy of truth.

What about my truth?
But you never told my story.

What story? You had a nice
little suburban life, then it was over.

Anne Frank had it a lot harder.

You're old news, Tessie.

[sighs]

I'm sorry, Tessie. [sniffles]

I'm so sorry your life was
taken from you too soon.

I'm sorry. [sniffles]

I will tell your story
one day, I promise.

But right now, I have to focus
on who killed Cleo Johnson.

[pounding]

- [banging]
- [gasps]

[shudders]

[screaming]

[grunts]

[sighs]

[knocking]

[breathing shakily]

[breathing heavily]

["Me and My Shadow" playing]

[Maddie gasps]

[bell tolling]

[chuckles, gasps]

[churchgoers whispering]

[Prophet] Who was
Madeline Schwartz?

[all] Morgenstern!

Morgenstern.

Why are we so
mysterious to ourselves?

The only way we can
know Madeline Morgenstern

is in the light of those
who loved her the most.

So I'd like to welcome
her mother, Tattie...

to the pulpit.

[blows]

- Ma.
- [Prophet] Mrs. Morgenstern,

will you be joining us to
tell us about your daughter?

Ma, go-- Get up there. Tell
them what my life was about.

I don't know who you were.

Huh?

You never tell me anything.

[Maddie] You never
tell me anything.

Okay.

[sighs] On Purim,
I was 11 years old.

[Maddie] Mmm.

All the kids were in costumes.

I was dressed as a butterfly.

- And suddenly, I saw a real butterfly.
- [churchgoers] Huh?

I thought it was the most
beautiful thing in the world

and I wanted to hold it.

But when I caught it, I
opened my hands and it's dead.

- [churchgoer] The butterfly had died.
- And then I saw my father coming.

He came to tell
me that my brother

and my mother were killed
in a concentration camp.

Ma, you-- you were 30 when you
found out about that, you weren't 11.

And why do you only
have terrible memories?

That's why I don't
tell you much.

But you said you
wanted to get to know me.

This is my funeral.

- I've given up everything I ever wanted...
- Ugh. Ye-- Yes. Yes.

- ...so that you could have...
- Yes.

- ...what I didn't have.
- Everything that you always wanted.

Yes. I've heard that.

Every mother says that, but I
don't want what you didn't have.

I want what I didn't have.

- [Prophet] Mrs. Morgenstern.
- I can't end up like you.

Mm-mmm.

[Maddie] I'll do it.

Madeline Morgenstern
was a mother,

uh, a daughter, a lover, a wife.

That's not the whole story.

- She was also a writer.
- [all] A writer.

She used her instincts
to chase the marvelous.

[all] The marvelous.

She fought to tell the stories
that people needed to hear.

She found justice for Tessie.
She found justice for-- for Cleo.

[all] Justice.

And that's how we
should remember her.

As someone who fought for those
who could no longer fight for themselves.

[all] She fought for justice.
She fought for justice.

[protesters on TV] Fight for justice.
Fight for justice. Fight for justice.

[Ku Klux Klan clamoring] White
power. White power. White power.

[Wallace] ...spokesman
of the Ku Klux Klan,

and founder of the
National States' Rights Party,

Reverend Connie Lynch
has arrived in Baltimore

to lead their demonstrations for
a second night at Patterson Park.

The NSRP has vowed to
meet any counter demonstrators

with a show of force
and unfettered fury...

- [clamoring]
- [dogs barking]

Make sure everybody
checks their gear and rally--

Hey, Cap. You wanted to see me?

- Yes, Detective.
- Mm-hmm.

Bosko.

[Bosko] Yeah, Captain?

Accompany Detective Platt to my
office and wait for me there, please.

In your office, sir?

I'll be there shortly, Platt.

So, what's the deal?

Well, the kids that started the
local NSRP had a rally last night.

A thousand people.

They're going out
again in a few hours.

Yeah, I saw them on the way.

The boys headed out
there to stop it, right?

Well, they got every right to
protest, as long as it's peaceful.

Calling Negroes to die
is-is peaceful, Bosko?

Ah, it's freedom
of speech, Ferdie.

- [chuckles]
- Detective Platt.

It's the First Amendment. You
might've heard of it. [chuckles]

[officers chattering]

Goddamn it. Locked.

[Ferdie] Hmm.

Oh, hey, you know
what? I got the key.

Well, the captain keeps
a TV in here somewhere.

The Colts are playing.

Ah.

You know, the truth is...

[groans] ...no one gives
a shit about the NSRP.

The ball game, that's
what they care about.

Most of us... [grunts] ...just
wanna go to work in the morning

and come home to a hot meal.

Your partner, Percy,
he understood that.

Why don't we leave Officer
Davis out of this, please?

[sportscaster speaking on TV]

You know what's
the problem, Ferdie?

Everyone talks about you Negroes
like no one else ever had it bad.

You know, when my pop
first came to Baltimore,

the Irish ran it, and they
took care of their own.

Then the Italians ran it, and
they took care of their own.

[chuckles]

Hell, the Jews came in by the
numbers, and they worked their way up.

But all of a sudden, everyone's
talking like all white people are the same

and it's us verse the Negroes.

[scoffs]

Maybe 'cause the only thing you all
could agree on was how to treat us.

It's just the way
it's always been.

- You boys gotta wait your turn.
- Maybe it is our turn.

[scoffs]

Yeah. Maybe.

[sportscaster speaking on TV]

[phone ringing]

Hey, Platt?

Yeah.

You gotta tell me,

does Mrs. Schwartz smell as
good as she looks? [chuckles]

Excuse me?

I had to tell the captain

that his token has been sneaking
through her window at night.

So maybe one day, when
it actually is your turn,

she'll let you in
through the front door.

What are you doing?

I'm keeping your fucking ass
out of prison for breaking the law,

that's what I'm doing.

Man, you can thank
the captain for that.

He'd rather see you
resign quietly on your own.

But if you don't give a shit
about the department's reputation,

try to imagine how Mrs. Schwartz will look
behind bars for cohabitating with a Negro.

Guess it's safe to
say Cap's not coming.

Excuse me.

[TV continues, indistinct]

[Maddie moans]

[breathing deeply]

[moans]

[Ferdie] Hi.

You came.

I guess you were right...
[sighs] ...I can't be trusted.

I never said that.

I said I trust you
to be who you are.

Who am I?

And how can I trust you?

I've been with a
few white women.

Truth is, the fact that they couldn't
go anywhere with me in public

was the best part
about seeing them.

[chuckles]

No promises, no pricey
dates, none of that.

- No feelings.
- Mmm.

Just me and my detective dreams.

And that was my idea of
freedom, until I met you.

I can't tell you who you
are, Ms. Morgenstern,

but I know you won't
stop until you find out.

And I like that.

- I like it a lot.
- Hmm.

More than you like Cleo Johnson?

Hmm?

[Judith] "We do not grow
absolutely, chronologically.

We grow partially.

We are mature in one realm,

childish in another."

- [breathing heavily]
- [Judith] Are you okay?

I know who killed her.

[shushes]

Madeline, the doctors
want you to rest.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

I brought you clothes.

[Maddie] I need to prove
who killed Cleo Johnson.

[trumpet playing]

[Tattie] Madeline.

Mom?

Sweetheart...

come inside.

Come in.

- They're letting Jews in.
- Why?

Didn't you hear?

We're white now.

Come in.

[Tattie] Where are you going?

Stop worrying about
the Schvartze, Madeline.

Come inside.

[Slappy] 271,
221, 366, 111, 271,

221, 366, 251, 366, 111,

271, 221, 366, 111.

We found you!

[Slappy] 366, 251, 111, 271.

[humming "Amazing Grace"]

[humming ends]

[cheering]

["The Impossible Dream
(The Quest)" playing]

[laughing]

[Slappy] Whoo! [exclaims]

That's my wife! That's my boo
over there. Look at her. Whoo!

[cheering, clamoring]

Cleo!

[gasping, panting]

Tell me who killed you.

Tell me.

Oh.

- [grunts]
- [Reggie grunts]

[gasping]

[exhales sharply]

[breathing heavily]

[cleaner] What have you
done now, Ms. Morgenstern?

I can't-- I can't dream anymore.

[cleaner] You're not dreaming.

You're right here,
right now, with me.

[breathes shakily] Who are you?

I was Cleo Johnson.