All language subtitles for Tracker S02E08 - The Night Movers (Awafim.tv)

Previously on Tracker...

COLTER:
Hello, Whales.

Hey, can you get
the hell out of my house?

Not till
we talk about Gina Picket.

Ten years
ago today,

she disappears from

the Welltown Mall parking lot.

I ain't got nothing
to say to you

or her whack-job sister.

You go see him?

Yeah.
And?

I'm gonna prove it was you,

Whales.
Good luck.

I'm not gonna stop
until I find out

what happened to your sister.

COLTER:
You law enforcement?
Tacoma PD,

retired.
Name's Keaton.

Maybe you could help me out.

Gina Picket.

I've been looking
for ten years.

Well, I owe you.

(typing on phone)

(honks horn)
Whoa!

(honks horn)

(car alarm blaring)

(flames crackling)

TRUCK DRIVER (echoing):
Oh, man.

(indistinct shouting)

MAN:
Is anybody
in there?

Can't see.

MAN 2: Back up,
everyone!

Stand back!

MAN:
Whoa, whoa, watch out!
It's gonna blow.

Get back. Get back!

(phone buzzing)

CAMILLE:
Dory?
Yeah.

I haven't heard
that name in a while.

Been playing
phone tag.

You need
to get that?

Nah, it can wait.
You sure?

Yeah, more of
a conversation

than I care to have right now,
to be honest with you.

Do you remember
this place?

Yeah, of course,
how could I forget?

I'm surprised
you remember this place,

after those,
uh, mai tais.

You had like
ten mai tais?

It wasn't ten.
Well, I don't know
what it was.

I stopped
counting after five.

Well, I needed the extra
courage for the karaoke.

Oh, yeah, the karaoke.
Your rendition

of "Total Eclipse of the Heart"
was absolutely unforgettable.

How many of those would it take
to get you on the stage?

Oh, that number doesn't exist.

(laughs)
No, that'll-that'll
never happen.

So, what's this really about?

You were passing through town.

I pass through town
all the time.
Yeah.

And this
place...

The last time we were here...

Was the night Gina vanished.

Yeah.

Do you ever wish
you could go back and remember

what it felt like between us...

before that?

Everything changed
after that night.

I, um...

...I think I need to move on.

This thing
with my sister,

it's like this...

big weight pressing down on me,

everything I do.

I don't go one day,
or one hour, even,

without feeling it,

and it's just not
what Gina would have wanted.

I-I want you to know,
I have not stopped looking. I...

No, no,
Colter.

I need to say it.

Gina's gone.

And whatever we had,
I'm pretty sure

that's gone, too.
I know you feel it.

Just-- I can't
keep hoping.

I want to stop looking.

No more
check-ins.

Okay.
Because
I can't...

I can't see you
without seeing her,

and I-I know it didn't
start off that way,

but--
I get it.

Do you really?

I said, "Okay."
I said, "I get it."

I-I, uh, you know...

I-I don't know what more
you want me to say.

I did ask someone to look into
Gina's disappearance, an ex-cop.

Ah.
Maybe...

maybe he sees something
that I couldn't.

Maybe there's
nothing else to see.

We have to live
with that.

You did everything you could've.

It's just...

...time to move on.

(phone buzzing)

Dory again?

Mm. It's work.

Should you
take that?
Yeah.

Yeah.
Yeah.

I'll be
right back.

(phone continues buzzing)

Hey, Velma.

Hey, Colter.
Sorry to bother you.

No, it's okay. Never a bother.

Well, a job just came in.
Another referral.

Graphic designer
in San Francisco's

looking for her brother.

15K reward.

Okay.

There is a catch with this one.

Well, there always is.

Her brother isn't missing.

He's dead.

♪

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

Alicia, we can
do this later

if now's not a good time.

No.

No, there is no good time,

sitting there day after day,

waiting.
But sometimes

she comes back,
and she's there for a moment,

and then she's gone.

Cancer?

Pancreatic.

I'm not sure how to do this.

Your brother
Lucas

died in a car crash
nine months ago, right?

Yes.

Well, that's what I thought.

He rolled a stop sign,

gas truck hit him, car exploded.

By the time the
fire department arrived,

there wasn't
much left.

It was just
one of those freak things,

is what they told me.

What makes you think
your brother's still alive?

Two days ago, I was
here with my mom,

and I had to step out
for a meeting.

I was only gone for two hours,

but when I came back,
my mom told me

she'd seen Lucas.

I-I know what
you're gonna say.

It was the morphine,
she was seeing things,

but it's not that.

She told me that Lucas
came to say goodbye.

Told her he loved her and...

left this.

I'm gonna need
more context. Uh...

Whenever we were sad
or hurt or down as kids,

my mother would take us
to the corner store

and buy us a peanut butter cup
to share.

She'd tell us how

it was the strongest
medicine in the world.

Sometimes people see
what they want to see.

Yeah. My mother was lucid.

She was sure she saw him.

Anyone else see him?

Yeah, a nurse.
Said it was some guy

with a baseball cap
pulled over his face.

She didn't
get a good look at him,

but there was someone here.

He signed the guest registry.

Lou Reed.

My mom's favorite musician.

Look.

Here's an
old birthday card.

It's the
same handwriting.

It is similar.

Is there any reason
why someone would want you

to think your brother
was still alive,

or maybe, uh,
take advantage of your mother?

No, not that I can think of.

We're just
a boring family.

My brother was
an average guy,

working in
a computer repair shop,

saving up
for grad school.

I mean, it's not impossible

he didn't die
in that accident, right?

They identified the body?

Yes.

But there wasn't much left
after they put out the fire.

I know it doesn't
make any sense,

but my gut says
there's something here.

And I have the money to pay you.

I'll look into it.

Thank you.

Looking for ghosts now, are we?

COLTER:
Maybe.

She lost her brother,

she's about ready
to lose her mother.

People grieve in different ways.

So, what are we
looking for, exactly?

All I know is somebody
visited the hospital.

And she immediately
jumps to dead brother?

Signed in under a fake name.

I took a look at
the handwriting. It is similar.

We've had less to go on, right?

(scoffs) You're telling me.

I'll try
to give her some answers,

even if it's not
what she wants to hear.

Okay, so, was there
any video footage

from the security cameras
at the hospital?

Nah, there's no footage of
this visitor coming or going,

and there's no cameras
at the nurses' station.

And we're sure
someone was there?

Just look into it, will ya?

See what Lucas was into.

Maybe there's
some answers there.

Or maybe he's just dead.

Maybe. Sister said

he was coming from work
at the time of the accident.

Yeah, I'm looking into it now.

The place is called
Big Byte Computer Repair.

Huh.

That's sus.

Oh, you know something
about computer repair stores

that look like a front?

(chuckles)
A little bit.

Looks like the place
was broken into two days ago.

The same time Lucas supposedly
visited the hospital.

I'll look into it.
Well, good luck, Ghostbuster.

I'll just keep snooping
on my end.

♪ You and me light fires ♪

♪ Rolling on an empty night ♪

♪ Moving through the dark ♪

♪ Watching it replace
the light... ♪

You with the
alarm company?

No.
Bummer.

Been waiting all day.

Sorry, we're not taking
any more repairs today.

Here about Lucas Jones.

What about him?

He's... dead.

Nine months ago.

His sister's not so sure
about that.

Judging by the look
on your face, neither are you.

Am I wrong?
It's...

weird.

What's weird?

Do you play World of Warcraft?

No.

It's an MMORPG that basically...
I know what that is.

What's it have to do
with Lucas?

A few months ago,
this player popped up online,

and they were really good.

We started chatting, and
the more we interacted,

the more I had this
uncanny feeling it was Lucas.

And I should know,
that game was kind of our thing.

You two dated?
Yeah.

Casual, and then not so casual,

and then he...

The accident.

The player from the game,
did you ask if it was him?

(scoffs) No.

'Cause that would be lame.

Like, "Hey, super random,

but any chance
you're my dead boyfriend?"

Hell no.

Got it.

Tell me about the break-in.
Did you, uh,

did you see who it was?
No.

Cameras went down right before
they smashed the glass.

What was taken?
Nothing we could see.

They definitely weren't here
for the furniture.
Right.

Maybe it was
something else. (sighs)

Where was Lucas's
work station?

There.

Now it's creepy Gary's.

You mind if I...?
Go ahead.

♪ ♪

Looks like something
was taped down up there.

You have any idea
what that might be?

No.

Could Lucas have turned off
the security cameras?

Yeah, but...

You don't think...

You think it was him
who broke in?
I think whoever it was

was definitely
hiding something here.

What about this?
Was that there two days ago?

Yeah. Why?

Hmm...

Pinhole camera.
You didn't know about it?

Gary kept accusing people
of stealing his snacks.

Didn't realize he went
full surveillance state narc.

I'm assuming you have
a card reader.

(inhales)

That him?

Yeah. That's him.

That's Lucas.

He's alive.

Did you get that
pinhole camera footage

I sent you?
Yeah, man. Dead man walking.

What'd you find?

Well, something
a little weird happened

before he died, or... didn't.

He called this woman's number
a crazy amount of times

a week before his accident.

What's her name?

Stephanie Hollis.

Lucas and her
went to school together.

She was actually
a pretty well-known YouTuber.

You say "was"?
Yeah.

She was killed five days
before his accident.

Robbery gone wrong.

That's a strange coincidence.

Mm, and after she died,

he erased all traces of her
from his cell phone;

no socials, e-mails...

He wiped her
from the whole system.

So, Stephanie's found dead,
and then five days later,

Lucas fakes his own death.

There's definitely a connection.

I wonder what they got into.

Well, from what I'm seeing,

Lucas doesn't seem suspicious.

Eh. I'll check the accident
report with the police.

We'll start there.

(indistinct chatter)

Detective Goodman.

You Colter Shaw?
Thanks for meeting with me.

You got five minutes.
I'm on my way to an arraignment.

What's this about?

Lucas Jones.

You were the detective
that investigated the car crash

that supposedly
killed him, right?

Supposedly?

He's alive.

What are you
talking about?

That's impossible.
We ID'd the remains.

This is footage of
him breaking into

the computer repair shop
that he used to work at,

and that was taken
two days ago.

It's grainy,
but it's him.

I'd like to see that.

How about a deal?

A bystander recorded
the car crash, right?

Yeah.
Okay.

Well, you show me that,

and I'll show you this.

Okay. Deal.

GOODMAN:
There you have it.

Nobody could've
survived this.

Wait a second.
Rewind.

Stop right there.
This guy.

Look how calm he is.

Walking away
from the scene,

everyone else is
walking towards it.

All that commotion
around him,

he's not reacting
to anything.

So what
are you saying?

I think he knew the crash
was gonna happen.

I think Lucas
staged it,

and I think...

this guy helped him.

Lucas was no
Bond villain.

Even if he
survived the crash,

there's no way he would've
survived the fire.

Yeah? What if he
wasn't in the car?

We found
human remains.

The coroner
matched dental records.

Yeah. I'm telling you,
this guy knows something.

It's a good place to start.
(phone camera clicks)

One hell of a story,
Mr. Shaw.

Why don't you watch this,
and then we'll talk?

I will.

Let me know if you find
anything else.
Will do.

Thank you,
Detective.
Mm.

Were you able to ID the guy
from the accident footage?

BOBBY (over phone):
There were no matches

on the
facial recognition software.

Scrubbed it front to back.

So a dead end?

Colter, come on. It's me.

I was able to follow him
to his car

using cameras in the area.

Lots of neighbors with security.

License plate?

Ding, ding, ding.

Registered to his business.

He's the owner of
a third-generation bodega

in Chinatown with his wife.

Give me an address?

(door bells jingle)

Hello?

Hello?

♪ ♪

(hinges creak)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(creaking)

Who the hell are you?

Colter Shaw.

I'm not a threat.

ID.

Back pocket?

I'm not here to hurt you.

I was hired to find Lucas Jones.

That's your husband out there?

Looks like you, uh,

help people create
new identities, right?

Someone's in trouble,
they come to you.

You give them
a fresh start.

Did you help Lucas?

He's back.

Paid a visit
to his dying mother.

He's been communicating
with his ex-girlfriend online.

I'm guessing
this isn't ideal behavior

for any of your clients.

I don't know what the hell

you're talking about.

You disappear people, right?
That's your business?

I find people.

We're two sides
of the same coin.

I can help you find
who did that.

You think
the people

who shot my husband...

were looking for Lucas?

Have you had any other breaches?

No.

It could be a coincidence.

I just find in my line of work,

those come few and far between.

I'm Barbie.

(exhales sharply)

I'm so sorry.

He was a good man.

Someone probably

heard the gunshot
that killed him.

Police are probably
on their way.

I'm sure you have
information here

that you don't
want compromised.
One minute.

I'll going to kill the people
who did this.

You sure about this?

My husband and I discussed this.

You must burn down the old life
in order to start a new one.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

Grab your bag, let's go!

(siren wailing)

Thank you.

You want to talk
about your husband?

(sighs) I grew up
in this business.

It's all I ever knew.

But Philip?

I roped him
into it.

So what's next?

Start over.
Something I'm good at.

And how does it work, exactly?

You, uh...

you fake someone's death,

give 'em
a new identity?

It's not always death.

There are different
package options.

Sometimes
a disappearance is enough.

Others want more certainty.

And the bodies?

The human remains found in
Lucas's car after the accident?

Do you have a coroner
on payroll?

Trade secret.

Are there others in your network
helping to cover the tracks?

Is there a point to this
line of questioning?

Maybe.

How did Lucas know
where to find you?

When people come to us,
they are out of choices.

When you're desperate enough,
you know where to look.

And you've never had anybody
come back like this?

I pre-screen our clients.

I know who's gonna break
under pressure.

You didn't think Lucas would?

No.

He was scared.
It was life or death.

He was working with a woman--
Stephanie Hollis.

She died in a robbery.

Did you disappear her, too?

No. Never heard of her.

Maybe...

Maybe Lucas found something.

Something he thought
other people should know about.

Shared it with Stephanie
because she has an audience.

Stephanie gets silenced,

Lucas figures... he's next.

Did he tell you
what he was running from?

No. We make it a point
not to ask.

Just offer a service.

But he knew
the rules.

The risks of resurfacing.

My husband's blood is
on Lucas's hands.

I'm going to help you find out
who's responsible

for killing your husband.

I'm very good
at what I do.

But I need you to trust me.

As long as you understand what
I'm gonna do when I find them.

We'll deal with that later.

Right now,
we have to move quickly.

What was Lucas's new alias?

Isaac Newton.

Are you serious?

Makes it impossible
to Google him.

Smart.

And there's no way
your husband gives up that name?

He would never break.

No matter what they did to him.

That's why they had to kill him.

(phone buzzing)

Be one second.

Bobby,
what do you got?

Well, looked into
Stephanie's YouTube account.

Found some video of her teasing
some big political scandal.

She was killed
before she could post it.

She also mentions
some secret source,

but she doesn't mention who.

That's got to be Lucas.

So, maybe...
maybe he found something

on a laptop he was repairing,
shared it with her?

Yeah, I thought that, too,

but cross-referenced
his appointment logs,

and I don't see anybody
in politics on the books.

I don't think anyone
would bring their laptop in

if they knew there was
incriminating evidence on it.

It's probably a... a family
member, maybe an employee?

Okay. Looking into it.

(women laughing)

Oh, wow. Good call, Colter.

Yeah, I got a credit card
receipt here.

Lucas restored
the crashed hard drive

for the personal assistant
of Tim Crosby.

Who's that?

Uh, some bigwig
real estate developer.

Oh, rumor has it
he's running for mayor, so,

sounds like he fits the bill.

Sure does. All right, so,

an assistant brings
their boss's crashed hard drive

in for service,
doesn't know what's on it.

Lucas finds it,
shares it with Stephanie,

because
Stephanie's into politics.

She decides to break it,
pokes the bear.

Lucas's digital trail
is pretty easy to follow,

so he would have known
he was next.

Yeah.

And Crosby didn't kill Stephanie
on his own. He had help.

Maybe Lucas made a copy
of what he found,

put it on a flash drive
back at the repair shop.

He's trying
to barter his way out of this.

(scoffs)
Risky.

He's desperate. Do me a favor.

Run an alias for me, will you?

Hit me with it.

Isaac Newton.

(laughs softly)

Un-Googleable. That's smart.

But also pretty noticeable
on a hotel reservation, so,

gonna see
if he's checked in anywhere.

Here we go.

An Isaac Newton checked into

a Ridgewood Palace on Wednesday.

Room number's 126.

Nice work, Bobby.

What's the plan?

Uh, working on it.

Keep you posted.

Think I figured out a way
for you to get your retribution.

(phone ringing nearby)

COLTER: Detective,
thank you for coming.

You sure about this?
It's him.

Checked in under his alias.
Guy at the front desk says

he's still upstairs.
Come on.

Why go to all this
trouble to disappear?

You got any leads on
who he's running from?

No.

All I know is
he needed police protection.

Come on.

(two gunshots)

(thudding)

(door creaks open)

(horns honking, traffic passing)

It's Lucas.

He's dead.

(siren whoops)

(indistinct radio transmission)

(engine starts)

You went through his pockets.
You find anything?

No. Empty.

Not even a wallet.

Looks like they robbed him
before they killed him.

Thanks for your help, Mr. Shaw.

Police can take it from here.

We'll get some justice
for the family.

Justice would be nice.

Yeah.

(siren wailing)

(indistinct radio transmission)

(line ringing)

MAN:
Hello?

It's me.

Lucas is dead.

You sure?

Yeah. Checked the body myself.

This your guys?

Haven't heard from anyone,
but they were on his trail.

'Cause if it was someone else...

Sit tight.
Let me make some calls.

Jai's. I'll meet you
in half an hour.

You get all that?

Sure did.

How'd you know
the detective was dirty?

When someone beat me
to the bodega,

I figured whoever it was,

we were following
the same clue trail.

The detective and I had
the same lead.

And then when we found out
that Crosby was involved...

Does seem like the type of guy
to have a cop in his pocket.

It was a hunch.

Now we got the proof.

Did you see
what's on Lucas's flash drive?

I thought
it was just a sex tape,

but, oof, that turned quick.

Yeah. Some things
you can't unsee.

♪ ♪

(unzipping)

(exhaling)

Drugs wearing off?

Uh, I think. Yeah.

(sniffles)
Mm-hmm.

My husband is dead
because of you.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, I...

I never meant
for any of that to happen.

I should kill you.

♪ ♪

It wasn't my guys.

Someone else
killed Lucas.

Who else wanted him dead?

Don't know. Don't care.

Far as I'm concerned,
problem solved.

What problem would that be,
Mr. Crosby?

Shaw.

So, what's the arrangement
between you two?

You pay her,
she covers up your crimes?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

COLTER: Oh, I've seen some
very interesting footage on you.

Now, I wouldn't want
to describe it,

but I can understand why
you'd kill to keep it hidden.

(exhales)

Mr. Crosby is developing

a housing project in the area.

We were meeting
to discuss permitting.

COLTER:
You sure?

You weren't just discussing
all the bodies

you left in your wake?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'll show you.

Stop! Police!

Hand off your weapon!
(quiet clamoring)

What? Are you gonna
shoot me now?

Get on the ground!

Lot of witnesses here,
Detective.

I'm reaching
with my offhand.

Drop your weapon.

I don't have a weapon.

This is better than a weapon.

This here is the reason
you killed all those people.

Stephanie Hollis,
Philip Lee,

Lucas Jones...
We had nothing to do
with Lucas Jones.

COLTER:
But the other two.

You had your hand in that,
didn't you?

FBI. Drop your weapon.

AGENT 2:
Don't move.

Hands in the air.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford a lawyer,

one will be
provided for you.

(handcuffs click)

Let's go.
(indistinct radio chatter)

Guess we got that justice
after all, didn't we?

Had to see it
for yourself?

That's not gonna
bring back my husband.

But it does feel good.

Thank you.

("Vicious" by Lou Reed playing)

You ever want a job
disappearing people,

I've got one for you.

I think I'll stick
to finding them.

♪ Vicious ♪

♪ You hit me with a flower ♪

♪ You do it every hour ♪

♪ Oh, baby, you're so vicious ♪

♪ Vicious ♪

♪ You want me to hit you
with a stick ♪

(Colter knocks)

♪ But all I've got's
a guitar pick... ♪

He looks pretty good
for a dead guy.
COLTER: Yeah.

He's happy to be home.

Thank you.
Thank you.

How you holding up?

Glad I can be here.

Spend as much time
with her as I can.

I never meant
for anyone to get hurt.

You're gonna have
to make peace with that.

The good news is Crosby and
everyone that was helping him,

they're all going to prison.

♪ Kind of person
that I want to meet ♪

♪ Oh, babe... ♪

Thank you.

Wouldn't be here without you.

Glad I could help.

I know how impossible
it seemed

that Lucas could be alive,
but I just had this feeling.

Couldn't give up
until I knew for sure.

I know that feeling.

You do?

More than you can imagine.

Take care.

♪ That I even want to meet
'cause you're so vicious ♪

♪ Baby, you're so vicious... ♪

(phone buzzing)

Keaton.

You remember that case
you asked me to look into?

Gina Picket.

I got something.

Where are you?

Outside San Francisco.

Well, I'm sending you
an address.

Get your ass here
as soon as possible.

(phone call beeps off)

♪

Tell me what this is all about?

You prepared to take
this down the line?

All the way to hell.

Show me.

(door opens)

(footsteps echoing)

Sorry about the smell.

(grunts)

(cup clatters on floor)

KEATON:
Wakey, wakey.

What are you doing here?

You asked me to look into
Gina Picket. I did.

You're gonna be
interested

in what he
has to say.

Alex.

This here's my friend
I told you about.

Tell him what
you told me.

Tell him

or you're gonna
get the stick.

Go on now.
Start with a name.

Whales.

What do you know about Whales?

I know him from back in the day.

You're gonna have to do
better than that.

We were just kids, man.

Answer the question.

These guys are bad news,
come on-- (grunts)

(whimpering)

Hey.

Hey.

Whales?

We got into something.

Wasn't our fault.

Heavy stuff.

We didn't have a choice.

Someone make you do something?

Yeah, yeah.

You and Whales?

He had it worse than I did.

Who was it?

(sighs)

COLTER:
I need a name.

(sighs)

Please, I already told you
I don't know his name.

He wanted us to
call him Teacher.

Wait. Wait.

Wait.

You got to believe me.

He kept everything tight.

I don't know his real name.

No one did.
It was just Teacher.

Ask Whales.

So, this Teacher...

made you do things for him,

and he didn't tell you
who he was.

He knew things about us.

Bad stuff.
Held it over our heads.

Even the others.

You mean, there's others
besides you and Whales?

Yeah, he...

he said he kept
a long line of...

pretty boys to do his bidding.

And what does this have to do
with Gina Picket?

SILVA:
He wanted her.

I think he made Whales lure her
to some place he liked.

Where?

SILVA: I never
been there,

but he called it the Farm.

Said he planted things there.

(phone clicks)

That's is Gina Picket.

Is that
who you saw?

She alive?

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