All language subtitles for The Collector - S02E05 - The Tattoo Artist

What'd you do to my phone?

Good morning, sir.

As your local Helltail representative,

I'd like to congratulate you
on your new service upgrade.

I don't want it to play that song.

But, sir, Ring Around the Rosie has
been popular since the Middle Ages.

You do know what the
song's about, don't you?

Do you have a name for me?

Perhaps you'd prefer one of
our other popular ringtones.

I'd prefer it if you go back to hell and
fry on your own juices until Judgment Day.

But I'll settle for a name.

If you can't say something
nice, don't say anything at all.

The name.

All right.

Terry Spence.

I'm Ty Kandinsky, Maya's brother.

Do me a favor and stay away from
her for the rest of your life.

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.

Mr. Spence, did you hear what
I said? Look, I believe you.

I just don't know how you
could ever help me. Why not?

Because I know I made a deal with
the devil. I just can't remember why.

You can't remember.

I remember when I did it.

I mean, I know the date's coming up.
I've been thinking about it all the time.

Scared to death, you know?

But I can't remember what the
deal was for. And now, Christ,

now you're telling me I
could save myself if I knew.

Mr. Spence, you don't have much time,
and the stakes don't get any higher.

If you waste time
lying to me... Not lying.

God damn it. I mean,
how do you think I feel?

I'm about to go to hell, and
I don't even know what I got.

You think I'm rich?

I sleep in the back of my shop.

I barely get by on what I make here.

My wife, she left me.

I haven't had any luck with women since.

I mean, I even lose every time
I play the frickin' lottery,

so how am I supposed to make up
for something I can't remember?

All right.

Is it possible that
that's why you sold your

soul, to forget? I've thought about that.

Then let's talk to your friends.

See if they remember
something unusual happening around

the time you made your
deal. I've tried that.

They don't remember anything unusual.

Then we'll have to look a little harder.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, it's pleasant to see you too.

Come on in.

Why didn't you call when
you got to the airport?

So, how's it going? Good.

Good?

Yeah, fine.

Is that all right with you?

Yeah, sure.

I was just wondering what happened in
the three days since you called me,

and it sounded like you
were going to kill yourself.

Look, Ty, I appreciate you coming.

Glad to see you.

But I'm okay.

I got my life back on track.

So this is your place, huh?

Yeah.

Dad thought it was a dump, too.

I didn't say it was a dump.

What'd you tell him?

About where you were going?

I told him I was going to visit friends.

Look, what was the
point in getting him upset?

Right.

Your philosophy of
life. Don't rock the boat.

What is the difference what
I told him? You called me.

You asked me to come.

You said you needed me.

Well, meeting people
hasn't really paid off.

Is this how you're keeping your life on
track? Drinking rye at 10 in the morning?

I'm a big girl, Ty. Yeah.

My mistake.

Ty.

Stay.

Three days before your deal, a
10-year-old girl was reported missing.

You think I kidnapped a kid?

Christ.

We have to assume you wanted
to get rid of a painful memory.

That means either something that
happened to you or something that you did.

Two days before, a fire,
suspected arson still unsolved.

Uh, maybe, I don't know. Think.

Deals usually fall
apart in the last 48 hours.

In your case, that means your
memory should start to come back.

Well, hold on. What about that one?

Two men, ski masks, both
armed, six people wounded,

four in the bank, two on the street.

They never caught the guys?

They caught one of them, a
guy named Greer. Ring a bell?

You are William Greer, right?

Look...

I reported it last week, all right?
You guys can't hassle me on a job.

I just want to ask you a few questions.

Your supervisor said we
could catch you on your room.

You know, parole sucks worse than prison.

At least in the joint, they don't
try to make you believe you're free.

So what's left to ask me?

What I had for breakfast?

Why don't you stick a flashlight
up my ass and see for yourself?

I want to talk about your accomplice.

Do you people think I'm noble enough to
protect that son of a bitch for ten years?

Screw that, man.

If I could have taken
one day off my sentence,

I'd have turned over on that rat a
long time ago. So, why didn't you?

Like I told you people a thousand
times already, I don't know who he was.

I can't remember.

I was going through some old
books for your school book fair,

and that's when I found
it. We had bought a video

camera for the big
night, and we didn't use it.

Before that and after that I just...

Don't start using it
now. I look like a whale.

Okay, I think you look beautiful.

Like a sleek, beautiful seaman.

You're gonna pay for that. Come on, stop.

I'm just trying to capture
the wonder of motherhood.

This is not wonder. This is pain.

Now, you must have something
to say to your future son.

Okay, because this is your fault, why
don't you say something for posterity?

Son, your mother's an overpacker.

Just one of the many things you're
going to have to learn about her.

Oh, come on.

You've forked over two
grand for this video camera.

Give us some words of wisdom.

What advice do you have
for the fruit of your loins?

Dear fruit, actually, your mother wants
to call you Butch or Biff. Of course,

if she loved me, she'd go with Gabriel.

Or my dead body.

I just want you to know that no child
was loved more by his dad or his mom.

And even before we ever met, I knew you
were going to be the greatest kid ever.

We will always love you.

How'd I do?

Very nice.

Anyway, that's all there was.

We had to rush to the hospital after that.

I thought you'd want to see it.

I'll get some lunch, okay?

Don't you have a filing
system? This is my filing system.

These are customer
receipts, phone numbers.

Shopping lists? Hey, man,
at least I save everything.

These are all from the year
I made my deal. Yeah, well,

I don't see anything
with Greer's name on it.

This is weird.

What?

This is a customer receipt, and it's
dated the day after the bank robbery.

What's it say?

It says I worked on
somebody named Faraday.

So?

Well, so I always do a
sketch on the back to remind

me what tattoo I did, and there's nothing.

Man or a woman?

It doesn't say.

You don't remember?

What's the first name?

All it says is Faraday.

Jesus, what the hell was that?

It's not funny.

You have to admit it is
distinctive and very useful on foggy nights.

I thought you wanted our
little deal to be sporting.

How am I supposed to
help somebody who doesn't

even remember what he made a deal for?

You could try ginkgo
biloba or electroshock.

What's the matter?

You afraid I'll win every
time unless you rig the game?

Well, since you've been such a
loyal customer for all these centuries,

I think we can bend the rules a little.

You'll find Faraday at 1052
South Maple in about a half an hour.

What?

He blow you up?

Worse.

He was helpful.

Faraday?

Mr. Faraday, stop! Screw you!

Recognize him?

But if I worked on him, I'll know.

Flip him over.

It's Greer.

Is that supposed to be me? You
still don't remember anything?

Neither does anyone else.

Mr. Faraday, unless you'd rather try
to explain yourself to the police,

we'd like you to come with us.

Huh?

Head into the park in five
minutes, Tiger. Get your stuff.

That's it.

I let this guy add something
to that tattoo he gave me,

and you guys will let
me go clean? No cops?

Yeah.

Yeah, and why would you do that?

I mean, what's this all about?

Let's just say we're hoping that the
effect on Mr. Spence will be therapeutic.

Like I got a choice.

God, it was that tattoo. I was
working in a record store down the block.

I was in college.

I don't know why I did
it, but... I'm sorry.

I believe you.

It's over now.

No one will ever know.

What are you looking at,
huh? What are you looking at?

Terry, what's going on?

You were right about the tattoo.

That's how it worked.

The forgetting.

As soon as I put my face
in there, it all came back.

What do you remember?

Everything.

I was the one who
pistol-whipped the teller.

In fact, I fired all the shots. All six
people that were wounded, that was me.

We had this agreement that
there would be no shooting.

I thought it was fun.

Then I remember something else.

After I made my deal
and Greer went to prison,

I used that money to
get Natalie to marry me.

To convince her that I was good
enough for her. No wonder she left me.

She must have found out
about it. Found out what

a bastard I was. I want to have some fun.

But I didn't even
remember. Isn't that a laugh?

I just forgot.

You didn't more than forget.

Faraday wasn't a thief
until you gave him the tattoo.

Everything you wanted to forget about
yourself, your greed, your dishonesty,

you put it all into him
when you gave him that tattoo.

When you finished it, you freed
him, returned him to himself, but...

It wasn't your redemption.

Maybe the reason your clock is still
ticking is because that wasn't the end of it.

Maybe the forgetting worked so
well the first time, I did it again.

You're going out?

I said you could come.

I didn't come here to party.

What do you want to do?

I don't know. How about talk?

We have been talking.

Yeah, yeah, we've talked. We talked
about my flight, about the weather,

people we knew in
elementary school. How about now?

We'll talk about now later.

I don't want to talk about now now.

Right, later, when you're drunk.

Look, Ty...

Have some fun. Oh, woo-hoo!
Hang in with the pickled yam.

Will you please stop calling me
that? It's not funny anymore.

Rye. That's what Dad drinks, you know.

What's your point? Nothing,
nothing. I think it's ironic, that's all.

Really? In what way is it ironic?

Well, just that you hate him so much.
I'm surprised you do anything he does.

I use it to keep the edge off, all right?

It's better than the alternative.

What alternative?

I thought you kicked.

I had a slip.

Well, are you off it now?

Is this why you called me?

Is this why you wanted my help?

It's not something you can
help with. Well, try me.

Out of your league. But
what is in my league?

What, what, dusting? Being
one of your pallbearers?

I'm not trying to be funny.

Look, I'm sorry. I made a mistake. I
shouldn't have called you. How do you know?

Because it's messy, Ty.

Do we need another
reminder that you don't like

being involved in somebody else's pain?

I told you before, I didn't know.
Then you were blind. You didn't tell me.

What was I supposed to do?

Hold up a sign? Hey,
everybody, Dad's having sex with me.

I was just a kid. So was
I. Well, you're not now.

Meaning what?

I should grow up?

Get over it?

Meaning that if you use this as an excuse
to kill yourself, you'll still be dead.

Where are you?

Year four.

Anything?

Do you mind? We're busy.

I was thinking of
going with the red phone.

What do you think?

Too obvious?

What do you want?

It could have a little horn that comes
up on one side instead of an antenna.

You're in a good mood.

You think you're winning.

It's just business, Mr. Pym.
You try to be fair to everyone,

but some customers just don't
seem destined to make a good deal.

I think I found it.

No price, no drawing, just a name.

Cretendo.

Gentlemen, put your
hands together for a very

lovely lady,
presenting Vicky. Are you Kree?

What can I do for you?

We want to talk to you about your tattoo.

Oh, yeah?

You want to take a closer look?

Actually, I'd like to do more than that.

Oh, yeah?

I'd like to finish it.

Finish it?

Yeah, it's beautiful, but
the man's face is missing.

Oh, darling, it's not
missing. Every man that watches

me tells me it's his
face, or he'd like it to be.

I'll pay you for it.

Everything I have to make that my face.

I'll let you do it.

For one night. With him.

I remember you now.

You did this to me. You gave
me this tattoo. Oh my God.

Tell me what happened.

I was a waitress, and he used to
come into the club all the time.

We started going out, and
he was really nice to me. He

bought me all these
things. He had all this money.

He forgot to mention
that he also had a wife.

I'm sorry, Corrine.

You lied to me, Terry. You
told me that you loved me.

He said he was going to leave her,

that this tattoo was going to be proof
for everyone to see, but I guess I just...

I forgot, and I started working in
this place, and I became this whore.

I've had so many men touch me.

I think we should go
after her. And say what?

I remember her now.

You want to know what she was
like before I gave her that tattoo?

She was shy and sweet.

Christ, she made me turn off the
lights every time she took off her clothes.

And I turned her into that.

My tattoo made her do things she
would never have done in a million years.

Now she's gonna have to live
with that the rest of her life.

And you tell me I can't explain to
her without sending her to hell?

What am I supposed to do? How am I
supposed to make that up to her?

I don't know.

But you've gotta try. Do I?

I think we both know me a
little better now, Morgan.

Turns out I'm a violent criminal, a
guy who cheats on a wife who loves him,

really loves him, and then ruins some
innocent girl's life to cover it up.

What do you think?

Am I heaven material?

It's okay, Gabe.

You're not seeing things.

It's me.

Wow.

So good to see you.

I've wanted to come for such a long time.

Finally, God said, okay,
yeah, I'm an angel now.

But I guess you see me the
way I was in that video,

the one that your mom showed
you. I remember that night so well.

Couldn't wait to see you.

To hold you in my arms?

Guess it just wasn't meant to be.

Pretty stupid, huh?

Being hit by a car on
the night your son's born?

I am so sorry, Gabe.

I really wish that I could have been here.

But your mom did a great job.

And I watch over you every day, you know?

I know what you're thinking.

About the devil?

I know that you see things.

You feel things about
that man, Morgan Pym.

I know you wanted to help him, and
it's a good thing that you didn't,

and not just because
it helps keep Mom safe.

You mustn't try to help Morgan,
because the devil is tricking him.

If the devil told those people,
the ones that Morgan tries to help,

that they might be able to save
themselves, they'd never believe it.

Because the devil lies.

When Morgan tells them, they
believe him because he believes it.

But you think about it, Gabe.

Why would the devil do that?

Why would he let people have
done such awful things into heaven?

And why would God let that happen?

The truth is, it's all a lie.

The devil just wants those
people to suffer more by

making them think that
they might have a chance.

But it's just mean, Gabe.

The devil is just being mean.

And I am so sorry that you
got caught in the middle of it.

You done the right thing, Gabe.

Everything's gonna be all right now.

I just signed you up for
our new internet connection.

It's sort of like Wi-Fi,
only every time you log on,

an innocent bystander bursts into play.

Get out.

Can't you give me some positive
reinforcement just this once?

After all, I gave your client
God-free absolution for his sins.

That's what I call a service with a smile.

You didn't absolve him of anything.

You just erased his memory and
transferred his sins to other people.

Morgan, you know very well that sin
eaters are a time-honored tradition.

There's this little fellow out of
South Wales named Harold who'll still

gladly gobble up the sins of
corpses for two quid and a nice meal.

These people didn't volunteer.

They were innocent.

Now you're getting metaphysical.

The Bible says we're born in sin.

Faraday was an honest man, and you
turned him into a compulsive thief.

Pretender was shy and sweet, and you
turned him into a stripper and a sex addict.

I can't make anybody do
anything they don't already

want to do somewhere deep down inside.

So really, I'm providing a service.

I'm helping people
reach their full potential.

I was thinking, I brought
this on myself to empty.

Good morning.

Look, I'm sorry about punching you.

You can take a shot at me,
if that's gonna even score.

It's just, Maya had told me some things
that happened in the last couple of months.

But I guess things are more
complicated than I thought.

Forget it.

Was she here last night?

No.

I still call her the Yam.

You know, that was her nickname when she
was a kid. Yeah, see, when she was little,

she used to write everything
backwards, so Maya came out a Yam.

And, you know, we made a
joke about it, but that's her.

Sometimes it takes her a
while to get who she really is,

and everything comes out backwards.

Anyway, I was just
thinking that maybe there's

some other side to what
she told me about you,

because I'm going to be taking off soon.

Whatever you can do for her.

Yeah.

Think about the time I got my first tat.

I was drunk, blacked out, and when I
woke up, I didn't remember anything.

But the ink did. The ink remembered.

It's like a marker of
time and place, you know?

Like the first time I met my wife.

But I turned that around.

Now, the ink makes me forget.

You know what?

What I did to those people...

I'm not sure that's the worst of
it, because I didn't just forget.

When I gave away my sins,
I gave away my guilt, too.

My conscience.

I mean, after Faraday, I felt
like I'd never sinned at all.

But after Cree, I felt like I
could do anything I wanted to anybody.

That's what scares me.

Not what I know I did, but what I
don't know. Do you think there's more?

The clock is still ticking, right?

You haven't tried making amends to Cree
and Faraday. What am I supposed to do?

Make them forget like I did?
We won't know until we ask,

and we don't know that you did it again.

Derek Ward.

It was behind my
wastebasket, all crumpled up.

I clean this place every Monday, so that
means that is less than five days old.

Do you recognize the name?

Uh-uh.

But I called around and finally
talked to some guy at the place he works,

and he said that Derek
got fired this morning.

He said he'd been in trouble
all week and that he went nuts

on some guy this morning
and put him in the hospital.

Did he know where we could find him?

Yeah, try this one out.

He said he hangs out at that strip club.

The one Cree works at?

Cree?

Get away from her.

Last night, Cree takes on
after she talks to you guys.

So I go over to her
apartment in the middle of

the night where I've been a million times.

And she tells me to get out.

She even says she's not
going to strip anymore.

But when I'm done with the two of you,
she's going to strip from me much, much more.

Go, go! Hey, hey, get away from her!

Oh, my God.

Why him?

Why here?

The devil never gives
anything away for free.

When he added Cree and Derek into
your deal, he tied them together.

You've got to finish it.

He's dead. And there's nothing
I can do to make amends to him.

Let's focus on what we can do.

Did my tattoo turn him into that person?

Is he what I was? There's
only one way left to find out,

and that's for you to remember.
Well, I'm not sure I want to.

I'm not sure I want to know what I forgot.

Whatever you did, it's done.

Your only choice now is whether or
not you want to try to make up for it.

You owe an amends to someone.
Unless you finish this tattoo,

you'll never know who it is.

I would like to have some fun.

What?

What is it?

What are you doing out here?

You're leaving.

Yeah.

I gotta get back.

I'm not leaving because of you.

I need to talk to Dad. I
gotta tell him the truth.

I know what he was doing to you.

I mean, I didn't understand for a
couple of years, but later I did.

I didn't know what to do,
so I didn't do anything.

But I'm going to do something now.

Like what?

I don't know.

I don't know. Tell the truth.

Kick his ass.

What do you want me to do?

Talk to me.

How can I make this up to you?

I don't know.

You're going to be okay.

Derek was a mechanic. He was a nice guy.

He used to work on my car.

After I gave him that
tattoo, I forgot I had a car.

What else do you remember, Terry?

I remember that my wife didn't leave me.

Terry, it's every night.

What am I supposed to do? Sit around
this freaking shop with you all night?

I would like to have some fun.

You're spending everything we
make. We could save our money.

We could get our own place again.

All right.

Yeah, there it is.

All about the money.

You don't like it. Why
don't you just leave?

Because I love you.

She knew who I was.

Who I really was.

And she stayed.

And I hated her.

I couldn't remember why.
But it wasn't her I hated.

It was me.

And then a week ago.

Just a week ago.

I deserve to go to hell.

What does it mean?

It means you made your amends.

Your redemption must have
been to recover your memories.

To accept
responsibility for what you've done.

What about Natalie? I don't know.

The devil makes the
rules, and this time he

seems to have stuck to
them. But I meant it.

I shouldn't live. I deserve to go to hell.

It's out of my hands now.

You've been given a second
chance. You can turn yourself in,

do whatever it is you need to do.

But in the end, you're going
to have to forgive yourself.

Goodbye, Mr. Spence.

Even before we ever met. I knew you
were going to be the greatest kid ever.

No matter what you decide to do with
your life, no matter who you decide to be,

we will always, always love you.

How'd I do?

Very nice.

No one for the record.

How come you didn't say
all this a long time ago?

You're not now.

Not on tape.

Yeah, but you could
have said all this to the

little girl that the agency told us about.

I want to know.

Why wasn't she good enough for you?

Was it because you didn't want
to adopt somebody else's kid?

Or was it because she was a girl?

We will always...

Always love you. How'd I do?

Very nice.