All language subtitles for The Collector - S01E06 - The Actuary

Open up. It's Lou Bagnato.

A cool hundred thou.

What?

That's twice the regular amount.

Boss says you were a great
asset on the latest hit.

No, no, no, no details. I told you.

I don't need to know who did what to whom.

I'm just an actuary.

I mean, you want to know the
probability of someone's life expectancy? Fine.

Are there weaknesses, habits, where
they're most likely to be at any given moment?

No problem. What you do with
that information is not my concern.

Whatever you say.

The boss just wants to
show his appreciation.

This was a special case.

Someone the boss took care of personally.

Says he doesn't want anyone to
think he's getting old and weak.

He's got nothing to worry about. With
his age, ethnicity, personal habits,

he's going to live a long, long life.

Yeah?

How long?

Right?

The boss.

How long's he got?

You can figure it out on
that calculator thing, right?

Well... Come on, who's it gonna hurt?

All right, the boss is going to live.
These calculations must be incorrect.

Then that'll be a first.

Because you're never wrong.

Well, according to this,
and again, let me reiterate,

I think these
calculations are incorrect, but

according to this, he's got one week left.

One week?

What the hell have you done to this?

Don't read that, please.

It's technical. It says that...

Phew.

You're the one gonna kill the boss.

That's not right. I must have
left out some important information.

Just leave out one variable
contains the entire outcome.

It says right here you're gonna
hit him with your car. There you go.

I don't even own a car, huh?
Everybody's wrong sometime, right?

I'm sorry, I don't speak Italian.

Isn't it lovely?

These are all my little souls.

I used to gather them myself, but by
the 14th century, I needed some help.

That's how I found Morgan.

He was a monk back then,
so he played hard to get,

but I found that with the right
bait, you can catch any fish you want.

In the end, he came to work
for me. He became a collector.

Then recently, he made me
the most interesting proposal

he wants to seek
salvation for his clients.

I decided to let him try.

For now.

Here, let me do that.

No, I can do it.

This isn't gonna work.

It's a perfectly good bookcase. I
can't believe somebody threw it away.

There's screws missing,
and you have the wrong

screwdriver for the screws you do have.

I want to start reading again.
I need a place to put my books.

I'll buy you a new one.

I don't want to keep taking your money.

Why not?

Because eventually you're
going to want something back.

I've never asked you for anything.

Oh, I see. You're a saint.

No.

Buying a bookcase wouldn't
make you better than me.

I didn't say it would.

Can I wait? We're in the
middle of a discussion.

Just keep putting words in
my mouth until I get back.

What?

Another name for you, sugar lips.

Barrett Gimble.

Taxi!

Where to, sir?

Just drive.

You rang?

I don't like it when you're helpful,

because it always ends up
worse than when you're not.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Fine.

Skip it.

But this guy Barrett Gimble
lives in Toronto. Why call me?

Do you know where Jim's Cafe is?

Commercial Drive. Come see me.

We'll talk.

Another rack?

So that's your best use of
omnipotence? Hustling losers in a pool hall?

Losers are my best customers.

Can I get you something?

I'm fine.

How about you, Fats?

Yeah, I'm good, honey.

I brought my own.

It's a micro-proof.

All right.

So what game are you
playing with me? 8-Ball?

You know I can't leave the city limits.

Barrett Gimble might as
well be on the moon. Hmm.

Maybe I made a mistake.

But I'm omniscient, too, so
that does seem highly improbable.

Call me when you figure it out.

One thing, though.

You might want to check your phone.

What's going on? I haven't made contact.

Toodle-oo.

Barrett Gimbel?

Mr. Gimbel, stop. I'm not gonna
hurt you. That's what you say.

Not that I'm worried or anything,
because I'm not Barrett Gimbel,

but if I were him, which I'm not,
I wouldn't believe a word you say.

Mr. Gimbel, I know what you're thinking.

Oh, no?

Seriously doubt that you do.

You're thinking I work for the devil.

Okay.

I admit that I once met a man
who said that he was the devil,

but who he said he was and who he is
could be two totally different things.

I mean, he could have been... I don't
know, he could have been... The devil.

Which is why we need to talk.

Well, I'd love to. But I'm
really tied up right now.

In fact, I'm pretty sure, you know,

I'm fairly certain that someone's
out there trying to... Out to what?

Kill me!

Who's that? Who?

The guy who's shooting at you. Some
people call him Big Lou, some two-tone Bagnato,

or two-tone Louie, depending on
which side of the family you're on,

because you always wear
two-tone shoes. Never mind.

Lou Bagnato.

No, I never heard of him. Why?

I heard through the grapevine
that he's an unsavory character,

and I thought your
police contacts might be

interested to know
that, well, he's in town.

Oh, yeah? What grapevine
have you been listening to?

Hey, I have to protect my sources.

Well, if you know so much about
this guy, why don't you call the RCMP?

You're a reporter.

If I call, it's just an anonymous
tip, and they'll probably ignore it.

If you call, they'll pay
attention, and they'll owe you one.

Well, I never did get a chance to
thank you for helping my friend Stuart.

I was really worried about him.

I don't know what you
did, but whatever it was,

it was like you got a
whole new lease on life.

No problem.

I'll make the call to the RCMP.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Maybe that'll help keep Lou off your back.

Now, why don't you
tell me about your deal?

My deal?

Um, yes, well, I worked for an
insurance company doing actuarial tables.

Try to predict mortality rates
based on age, gender, lifestyle.

Let me tell you something. It's very
difficult. And I'm a meticulous person.

I wanted to be
precise. I wanted to be able

to narrow down
probabilities to certainties.

You sold your soul for that. That
seemed like a good idea at the time.

To tell you the truth, I'm a little
bit scared of germs and diseases.

And accidents.

Terrorism.

Satellites falling.

Background radiation from cell
phones and garage door openers. I get it.

There just seems to be so many ways that
bad things can happen to a person. Me,

specifically, that I
thought if I could just

know what was going to
happen to me and when,

then I could prepare for it.

But it just made me feel worse.

You know, knowing when I was going to die,

and knowing that after that there
could be, you know, flames, damnation.

But now you're saying that
that might not be inevitable?

Not if we find your redemption.

But I need to know everything.

Everything?

Won't that take a long time?
Let's start with Lou Bagnaro.

Okay, well, Lou worked for a certain...

A businessman who heard about my abilities

and offered me a very lucrative job giving

him statistical data that helped him to
reduce competition in his chosen field.

So what you're telling
me is that you went to

work for the mob and helped them
kill people? Hold it right there.

I never said anything about
mobsters. You're denying people got killed?

If they did, it's because their lifestyle
made getting whacked a high probability.

That has nothing to do with
me. I just supply information.

But they paid you for this
service, correct? Services were provided.

Money was received.

Yeah?

It's Maya.

Is that you upstairs, or is
somebody trying to rob your apartment?

It's me.

Can you come down? I want to talk.

All right. I'll be there in a minute.

List all the people you worked on for
Lou's boss so we can contact their families.

You want me to write names
down, huh? In my handwriting

on paper, huh? You think that's wise?

Barry, you might want to stop
worrying about Jill and start

worrying about an eternity of fire
and brimstone. I am worried about that.

Much more now, thank you.

Why stir up trouble by
bothering these people?

Because maybe if you did
something good for the people

that had their fathers and
brothers and sons whacked,

it might turn things around.

Oh, yes.

I see your point.

Yeah.

A charitable gesture, so to
speak, from an unrelated third party.

Just have it done by the time I
get back. Where are you going?

I have a personal matter to
take care of. Can I come? No.

Just wanted you to know that you can have
all the stuff you've loaned me back now.

Maya, I don't have time
for this. I'm working.

Oh, I see. So your time's important and
mine isn't. I didn't say that. Admit it.

You think I'm a sponge, some
total loser who can't make

a living unless I'm
selling my butt on the street,

huh? Well, you can have back your
clothes and your sheets and your cell phone.

Will you stop?

You probably don't even like me anymore.

I'm sorry.

Maya.

You better get back to work.

What are you doing?

Research.

Got some great prices on
flights to Toronto. I mean,

not that money's
important, but why be frivolous?

I'm thinking with you to
protect me, we can go back there,

meet the relatives of
the deceased persons,

and maybe I can use my
skills to help them out somehow.

Listen, I appreciate you
starting to show a little willingness.

But we're going to have to come up with
something we can do here in Vancouver.

Why?

Because I can't leave the city
limits. And even if you went alone,

there wouldn't be time to
see all the families personal.

There aren't that many.

Well, okay, there are, but I figure I can
talk to them all in a month, maybe two.

This is all the time you have.

45 days? No, 45 hours.

That can't be right.

I calculate my lifespan daily,
sometimes six times a day since I made my deal,

and it always turns up
somewhere in the 83-year range.

See?

Barrett, I don't know what
kind of denial you've been in,

but a 10-year deal was never going
to get you to your 80s. 10 years?

Nobody said anything about 10 years.

I always anticipated a long and not a
happy life before I had a turn in my soul.

It's the standard deal.
It has been for centuries.

Didn't the devil tell you?

I made my deal on the
Thursday before I filed my

taxes. It was my
personal, not my corporate.

Did I find this out now?

After I saved all my money for retirement?

Maya?

Jerry.

All right, I just called my
contact at the RCMP. Now,

he says Lou Bagnato is a career gangster.

He's been in trouble with the
law in Toronto since grade one.

He works for the Visconti family.

Visconti. I've read about him.

The boss!

Have the police got anything on him?

Are you kidding?

Guys like that are totally insulated.

What line of work are
you in that you catch wind

of a scumbag like Bagnato coming to town?

What now?

My death.

It's supposed to happen at the
same time that Visconti dies.

The same moment I'm supposed
to kill him. What are the odds?

What are you talking about?

Hello?

Are you crazy? Killing
yourself isn't going to help.

I'm not trying to kill myself.

I'm trying to change a variable,
maybe break a leg, alter my destiny.

If I don't change something, I'm
going to die, Visconti's going to die,

and if he doesn't die when I
predict it, even though I'm never wrong,

he's going to kill me. Or
he's going to get somebody

to kill me because he thinks
I'm always right. Shut up.

Look, this mob boss,
Visconti, could be the key.

If we could put him away, maybe it
would help make up for what you've done.

I'm hanging up.

I'm hanging up. Can you hear me?

Hi, Jerry.

Sorry, look, I need a favor.

I need you to find out if
Visconti has any operations

here in Vancouver that
are vulnerable to exposure.

Something that could take him down in a
hurry, like within the next two days.

Are you a crusader for
justice or a business rival?

Just trying to help somebody.

I'll think about it.

No, going after
Visconde is not a good idea.

See, I'm thinking that I
should go with my original plan.

Which was? Well, I don't know if you
know this or not, but I grew up here.

And there's this guy, Clive Walden.

We were in the Adnack High
School Math Club together.

Best friends.

Anyway, he's a plastic surgeon now,

and I'm gonna ask him to give me a whole
new face, and maybe even some hair plugs.

Jim.

Clive Walden, my math buddy.

Hey! Barrett?

You won't believe this, but I was
just about to call you! Really?

After all these years?

Excuse me, you didn't
know Barrett was in town?

I haven't seen him
since our ten-year reunion.

Then why are you outside my apartment?

I decided to take a
shortcut home, and I got lost.

It's funny, I'm usually good with
directions. Yeah, but what are the odds?

Barrett.

He's toying with us.

There's got to be some
sort of logic to this.

Maybe I'm crazy, but
you remember that alley

where we used to pitch
pennies after school?

Isn't that around here somewhere?

You remember, don't you? You had your
secret stash hidden behind the loose brick.

Never tell anybody which one it was. Yes.

Yes, it was around here.

It was this way.

Barrett!

Barrett!

Well, everything's all right now.

I had the guys toss Barrett's apartment.

They found a name.

Plastic surgeon in Vancouver
who's led me right to the target.

And the local guy who's
helping him, have you got him too?

Yeah.

I can get them both.

You got nothing to worry about, boss.

On my mother's grave, I'll make sure
Barret Gimble never lays a finger on you.

Well, first of all, if you think I'm
scared of a nothing punk like Barret,

you're stupid and I give you
credit for it. Yeah, right, boss.

Sorry. Well, I
accompanied you on this trip simply

to evaluate your performance firsthand,

and so far, Lou, I'm less than
satisfied. I'll take care of it, boss.

You can go to the bank on that.

For your sake, Lou.

I hope so.

I truly hope so.

Man, it seems like just
yesterday we used to hang

out here with the guys from the math club.

Calculate the arcs of
pennies, sines, cosines. Good times.

Can't remember which
one it was. Of course,

we were here mostly
because we couldn't get dates.

Barrett here was the only
one who had a girlfriend.

Hey, Barrett, whatever happened to her...

Julie. No, Justine.

Justine... Justine Farley.

Right.

Man, you were sweet on her.

Barrett, get down.

Stop. Barrett, get behind me. Barrett.

Stay still.

Barrett.

I can't believe I missed.

Get out of here now.

Barrett, the police are coming.

Six shots.

Almost as close range.

The odds of that are... Something's wrong.

I can't figure it.

You're losing your powers. But it
doesn't matter. The devil is doing this.

You can forget about odds and logic.

No, no, no.

Whatever the odds were, I'm alive, right?

And the devil wants me dead. So there
must be something else going on. Barrett,

what are you doing? We
gotta get out of here.

I found the brick.

One of the bullets must
have knocked it loose.

After all this time.

What?

What?

This ring.

Justine, the girl that Clive just
talked about. This ring was meant for her.

I haven't thought about this for...

I was going to put the ring in the
corsage and give her the corsage on prom night.

I was going to propose. Barrett,

we've got to get out of
here before Lou comes back.

And then someone told me that
Justine was interested in somebody else,

and she denied it, but I didn't
believe her, and we got into this big fight,

and then we never went to the prom.
And then I stashed the ring in here.

I haven't been happy a day since.

And now, today, I find the ring again.

That must mean something.
Matt, this is not fate.

This is the devil playing tricks on you,
distracting you from seeking redemption.

Come on, you need some sleep.

I'll swim and hand all the wealth I
see None of mine will pay them here No,

but you in my home,
mistress, may you be. I'll

swim and I'll know the well, I'll see.

Look, I'm not 100% sure about any of this,

but it was the best I
could do in one night.

Thanks, Jerry.

Yeah, take care.

What'd she say? She got us some leads,

but we're gonna have to
check them out ourselves.

Taxi!

Where to, sirs?

It's the same cabbie that brought me from
the bus station. It doesn't mean anything.

It does. It doesn't.

They sell fish.

I hate fish.

Jerry thought they might be a front for
Visconti's money laundering operation.

Oh, yeah, the espresso bar was
supposed to be dealing coke,

and the shipping outfit was
supposed to be running drugs,

and the freaking candy store was
supposed to be a bookie joint.

You made that old lady cry. We're
trying to bring down a mafia kingpin.

We have to break some eggs. I
never should have listened to you.

I should have paid attention to the ring.

I should have gone
looking for Justine. Bear,

if we don't find your
redemption in the next 18 hours,

you're gonna suffer eternal damnation.

This is not the time to run looking
for some girl you knew in high school.

Justine is not just some girl.

She's the only girl I ever loved.

My whole life went
downhill when I lost her.

That's when I started
thinking about my health.

That's when I became
obsessed with numbers.

Why show me the ring if
it's not a second chance?

I think I'm gonna look at myself.

I'm sorry, Barrett.

Use this. Let's run.

Look at this. Justine.

It is fate.

She's still single.

After all these years, I still got a shot.

What?

The place she works.

That's where the devil
asked me to meet him.

That's where the cab dropped you off when
you first got into town. All right then.

I gotta go check it out.

I have to.

Look, you can come with me or not.

So I spent all night and
all day looking for it.

Six times?

How could you miss six times?

I don't know.

I was trying to reload,
but then I heard a siren,

and the plastic
surgeon had already made me.

It was too risky, boss.

But on the bright side, I
got us a new lead. Yeah?

What's that, Lou?

Barrett's got a girlfriend.

What are you doing here?

For your information,
I'm applying for a job.

This isn't a good place for you to work.

I don't think that's any of your business.

I have a bad feeling about this.
No, no, no, you should be here.

I feel it.

She was everything I wasn't.

Romantic, impulsive, and beautiful.

Sorry, how can I get... Isn't
that an Adnick high school ring?

Justine, it's me.

I'm looking for Justine Farley.

Guilty as charged.

What can I do for you, hon?

You can tell me where
your little sweetheart is,

or I'll be leaving you
a nine-millimeter tip.

You understand what I'm saying?

Barrett Gimbel.

Never heard of him.

Well, let's see if I can jog your memory.

What was all that about? I thought
you were in the export business.

We have a rough clientele. Taxi!

And then I moved to Toronto, and I
found a nice rent-controlled apartment,

but I happened to be back
in town for various reasons,

and I thought I'd look you up.

Um, so, uh, what did that guy mean?

You told him that you were my sweetheart?

Look, you two have a lot to talk about.

You know, I don't want to put you
out, so maybe I should just go.

No.

I mean, it wouldn't be safe.

There are things that you don't know
about, things that I need to explain.

Barrett's right. It might be
better if you stayed here tonight.

I can stay downstairs with Maya.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Why not?

I don't think your lady
friend would like it.

Oh, come on. The one in the
picture, the one you're in love with.

Is that what this is about?

Katrina?

No.

Maybe.

I'm leaving.

She's dead. A long time ago.
I'm sorry, I'll get a hotel room.

It's okay.

You guys stay here.

Oregon can stay with
me. I'll be downstairs.

I'll give you an hour to talk to Justine,
then we'll go back to work on Visconti.

You still have to make
up for what you've done.

What do you mean you're packing up?

The candy store's a perfect front.

No, Mom, stop crying.

Nobody's gonna... What?

When? All right, stay put. Don't
do anything. I'll take care of it.

Make my mom cry.

Isn't she the most beautiful
thing you ever saw? She's great.

But we still have to save your soul.

Oh, we can't go just now.

I haven't actually said anything to
her yet, you know, about... Bear,

we've wasted hours on this.

You've got less than a
day left to make up for

ten years of helping
gangsters kill people.

Visconti was going to kill
all those people anyway.

So what's your balancing bad luck?

Hemorrhoids?

That bad luck is what balanced my deal.

What?

Look, I was just running the
numbers while I was in the bathroom.

I told her I had a tank of nervous tummy.

My deal gave me the ability to reduce
probabilities down to certainties, right?

Well, I think when I did that,

I was creating an equal
amount of improbability elsewhere.

That's the only scenario that
explains all these coincidences.

You finding my name in
the magazine, how we met,

same cab showing up over
and over again, Clive Walden,

the bullets missing me
and knocking loose a brick.

All of this has led me straight to her.
I'm telling you, Morgan, it all adds up.

She's the one I gotta make things up to.

And I know just what I have to do.

How are the lovebirds doing?

Bear wants to propose.

That's kind of sweet. Isn't it?

I was taught that faith, love of
God, was the only way to salvation.

But Barry wants me to believe that the
love of another person could give him that.

I have found my salvation in you.

You used to be a priest, right?

Sort of.

Why don't you just stop
worrying about it and marry them?

They're worse things than betting on love.

I can't believe that you got that
dress secondhand at this time of night.

So much like the one I used to have.

What's Barrett up to with all
this? Is it a costume party?

Barrett, give it a rest.
I think it all adds up.

We'll do fine. What if I'm wrong?
What kind of life can I offer her?

I only have 14 hours to live.

A long time ago, I bet on love.

And I lost. I'm glad
you didn't listen to me.

I'm glad you're going with your feelings.

I'll go get Justine.

Hey, where are you going?

Barry, are you crazy? Where are you going?

Oh, good man, remind me to
send you a nice rib roast.

Now, Barrett's been using the same
cab to drive him around all over town.

I got an address on Pender Street where
he and his buddy got dropped off last night.

Pender Street?

That's where Barrett met up
with that plastic surgeon.

Well, why didn't you say
something? Now, listen...

I'm gonna handle this myself.

And if I ever see your face around here
again, it's gonna be the last time! Boss!

Boss!

You can't run away now! What about
love being your salvation? It is!

But not her love for me,
it's gotta be my love for her!

But she's back there!

Barret, I'm here.

When I'm done with that little bastard,

they're gonna be lucky to find the
pieces of him, or his little girlfriend.

If I marry Justine, she'll never be saved.

She'll be Mrs. Barrett Gimbel,
wife of the mob's number one target.

When I lift the veil, it'll be
like giving her the kiss of death.

But your machine, you said it added
up. Numbers are what got me into this.

I gotta go if I'm
feeling just like you said.

This is gonna feel so good.

This is gonna feel real good.

We've gotta go back! No, you were
right! You were right all along!

Not dead.

I guess your
calculations were a little off.

Leaving out one variable can...

Then I'm counted on as
someone trying to save me.

I've got to go.

You're gonna be all right. I'll
tell Justine to expect your call.

Coming up tonight, why are all
the children falling into comas?

Find out on Supernatural at 9, but now
meet the girl with the power of telekinesis.

It's Smallville up next on City.