All language subtitles for Tracker.2024.S02E08.WEB

Whoa!

Anybody in there?

Whoa, watch out!
It's gonna blow.

Get back, get back!

- Dory?
- Yeah.

I haven't heard
that name in a while.

We've been playing phone tag.

You need to get that?

Nah, it can wait.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

More of a conversation I don't
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 Mai Tais.
They were like 10 Mai Tais?

-It wasn't 10!
-I don't know what it was.

I stopped counting after five.

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.

No, that will 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.

Yeah.

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.

It's just not what
Gina would've wanted.

I want you to know
I have not stopped looking.

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.

It's just that
I can't keep hoping.

I want to stop looking.

No more check-ins.

-Okay.
-Because I can't see you
without seeing her.

And I know it didn't
start off that way.

-I get it.
-But...

Do you really?

I said okay, I said, I get it.

I, uh...

You know,

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

I did ask someone to look into
Gina's disappearance.

- An ex-cop.
- Ugh.

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 have.

It's just...

time to move on.

Dory again?

Mmm. It's work.

-Should you take that?
-Yeah.

I'll be right back.

Hey, Velma.

Hey, Colter.
Sorry to bother you.

No, it's okay. Never a bother.

Well, a job just
came in. Another referral.

A graphic designer
in San Francisco

is 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.

Alicia, we can do this later.

-if now's not a good time.
-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.

And it was just one of those
freak things

is what they told me.

What makes you think
your brother is 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 know what you're gonna say.

It was the morphine,

and she was seeing things.
But it's not that.

She told me that Lucas
came to say goodbye.

He told her he loved her,

and left this.

I'm gonna need
more context, um...

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 that there was
someone here

who just 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 were 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?

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?

You're telling me?

Just wanna 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?

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

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

And we're sure
someone was there?

Just look into it, will you?
See what Lucas was into?

Maybe there's some
answers there.

Or maybe he's just dead.

Maybe.

His 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.

Hmm.

That's sus.

You know something about
computer repair stores
that look like a front?

A little bit.

It looks like the place
was broken into two days ago.

At the same time
Lucas supposedly
visited the hospital.

I'll look into it.

Good luck, Ghostbuster.

I'll just keep snooping
on my end.

Are you with
the alarm company?

-No.
-Bummer.

I've been waiting all day.

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

I'm 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, uh...

weird.

What's weird?

Do you play World of Warcraft?

No.

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

What does that 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?

No, 'cause that would be lame.

Like, "Hey, super random,

but any chance
you're my dead boyfriend?"

Hell, no.

Got it.

Can you tell me
about the break-in?

Did you see who it was?

Nope. The 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.

Where was Lucas' workstation?

There.

Now it's creepy Gary's.

Do you mind if I...

Go ahead.

Looks like something
was taped down up there.

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 that?
Was that there two days ago?

Yeah. Why?

Hmm.

Pinhole camera.
You didn't know about it?

Gary kept accusing people
of stealing snacks.

I didn't realize he went
full surveillance state narc.

I'm assuming you have
a card reader.

Is 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 did 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.

-Did you say "was?"
-Yeah.

She was killed five days
before his accident.

Robbery gone wrong.

That's a strange coincidence.

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 is 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.

Yeah. I'll check
the accident report.

The police will start there.

Detective Goodman.

- Are you Colter Shaw?
- -Thanks for meeting with me.

You've got five minutes.

I'm on my way
to an arraignment.

- What's this about?
- Lucas Jones.

You're 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 a footage

of him breaking into
the computer repair shop

that he used to work at,
and it 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.

There you have it.

Nobody could've survived this.

Hold on 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.

And 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.

That's 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.

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

There are 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.

Any address?

Hello?

Hello?

Who the hell are you?

I'm 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?

It looks like you, uh,

help people create
new identities, right?

If someone's in trouble,
they come to you.

You give them a fresh start.

Did you help Lucas?

He's back.

He 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.

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'm going to kill the people
who did this.

Are 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.

Thank you.

You want to talk
about your husband?

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,

and give them a new identity?

It's not always death.

There are
different package options.

Sometimes the disappearance
is enough.

Others want more certainty.

And the bodies?

The human remains found
in Lucas' 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.

And you didn't think
Lucas would?

No.

He was scared.
It was life or death.

He was working with a...
a woman, Stephanie Hollis,
who 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' hands.

I'm gonna 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' 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.

Give me one second.

Bobby, what do you got?

Well, I 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 mentioned
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 was probably a...
a family member?
Maybe an employee?

Okay, I'm looking into it.

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.

Uh, 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' 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' 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,

trying to barter his way
out of this.

- Risky.
- He's desperate.
Do me a favor.

Run an alias for me, will you?

-Okay, hit me with it.
-Isaac Newton.

Ungoogleable.
That's smart.

But also pretty noticeable

in a hotel reservation. So,

I'm gonna see
if he's checked in anywhere.

Here we go.

An Isaac Newton checked
into a Ridgewood Palace
on Wednesday.

-Room number is 126.
- Nice work, Bobby.

What's the plan?

Uh, working on it.

Keep you posted.

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

Detective,
thank you for coming.

-Are you sure about this?
-It's him.

Checked in under his alias.
The 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?

I don't know.

All I know is he needed
police protection. Come on.

It's Lucas.

He's dead.

-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.

- Hello?
- It's me.

Lucas is dead.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah.

I checked the body myself.

This your guys?

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

Because if it was
someone else--

Sit tight.
Let me make some calls.

Jives. I'll meet you
in half an hour.

-Did 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 was
on Lucas' flash drive?

I thought it was
just a sex tape,

but...
that turned quick.

Yeah, some things
you can't unsee.

Ah.

Drugs are wearing off.

Ah. I think. Yeah.

Mmm-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.

As far as I'm concerned,
problem solved.

And 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.

Oh, I've seen
some very interesting footage

on you. Now, I wouldn't want
to describe it.

But I can understand
why you killed
to keep it hidden.

Mr. Crosby is developing
a housing project in the area.

- We were meeting to discuss permitting.
- -Are you sure?

You weren't just discussing
all the bodies you left
in your wake?

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

Here, I'll show you.

Stop. Police.

Hand off your weapon!

What, are you
gonna shoot me now?

Get on the ground!

Lot of witnesses here,
Detective.

I'm reaching with my off hand.

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!

But the other two,

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

FBI. Drop your weapon.

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.

I guess we got that justice
after all, didn't we?

You had to see it
for yourself.

That's not gonna bring back
my husband.

But it does feel good.

Thank you.

If you ever want
a job disappearing people,

I've got one for you.

I think I'll stick
to finding them.

-He looks pretty good
for a dead guy.
-Yeah.

He's happy to be home.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

How are you holding up?

I'm glad I can be here.

Spend as much time
with her as I can.

I... 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.

Thank you.

I 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.

I couldn't give up
until I knew for sure.

I know that feeling.

You do?

More than you can imagine.

Take care.

Keaton?

You remember that case
you asked me to look into?

-Gina Picket.
-I got something.

Where are you?

Outside San Francisco.

All right,
I'm sending you an address.

Get your ass here
as soon as possible.

You want to tell me
what this is all about?

You prepared
to take this down the line?

All the way to hell?

Show me.

Sorry about the smell.

Wakey, wakey.

What are you doing here?

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

You're going
to be interested...

in what he has to say.

Alex.

This here is my friend
I told you about.

Tell him what you told me.

Tell him.

Or you're gonna get the stick.

Go on now.
Let's 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--

Hey.

Whales?

We got into something.

It 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?

I need a name.

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

He wanted us
to call him "Teacher."

Wait, wait.

Wait.

You gotta 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'd...

He said he kept
a long line of pretty boys
to do his bidding.

And what does this have
to do with Gina Picket?

He wanted her.

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

Where?

I've never been there.

But he called it "the farm."

He said
he planted things there.

That's Gina Picket.

Is that who you saw?

Is she alive?