* IMS Subtitles CALUM SHORT. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2004. 'I wanna tell you about the time I almost died. 'I never thought it would happen to me, not at this age. 'Beaten, outsmarted. 'How did I get into this fix? How did it all begin? 'If I go back to the beginning, that'll take forever, 'so let's start more recently. 'Somewhere. 'Anywhere. 'Reese.' SIRENS WAIL (PROTESTERS CHANT) I thought the Governor didn't approve of this. The more they don't approve, the more they watch. So what is this? Six notches on your belt? Six notches on your belt? Eight. - Congratulations. - Fuck you. - Ask me more nicely. John Hobbes! Wanted in the dance hall. Edgar Reese! Edgar Reese! Well, well, well. Look who's here. It's the brilliant detective who sealed my brutish fate. who sealed my brutish fate. That's right. So what is this? They making you famous now or what? Big time. They're gonna put me in the movies ` documentary. Courtesy of the ACLU. They're gonna shoot me gettin' smoked. Maybe it'll be a big video rental. Society ladies showin' it to their dinner guests. "See that? That's a urine stain." "Oh, my, it's not urine!" It's good to see you. Yeah, it's good to be seen by you, Reese. You're my best pal. You're still a good fella. (MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY) (SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE) Open the gate. You know, you remind me of somebody, Hobbes. Oh, indeed you do, indeed you do! Do you like riddles? Do you like riddles? No, I don't. Here's a beaut. Why is there... a space between Lyons and Spakowsky? - What? - Come on, you should know this one, pal. You should know this one. Open your eyes. Look around. Open the gate. Remember this, Hobbes. A day, a week, a month. (SPEAKS IN DUTCH) (SPEAKS IN DUTCH) What, are you a Nazi now? It's Dutch. What goes around, really goes around. You have a safe trip, yeah? I'll be lookin' for ya. What goes around, really goes around! Howdy, folks! Ladies, gents. I hope you all enjoy the show. Yes, I do! # Time is on my side. # Yes, it is. # Time # is on my side. # Yes, it is. # Now, you always say # that you wanna be free. # But you'll come running back. I said you would, baby. # You'll come running back. I told you so many times before. # You'll come running back # to me. # Time # is on my side. # Yes, it is. # Time # is on my side. # Yes, it is. # You're searching for good times, # but just wait and see. # You'll come running back. I said you would, darling. # You'll come running back. Spend my life with you, baby. # You'll come running back # to me... Hey. I'll give you a blow job if you get me out of this, baby. (LAUGHS) Yee-hah! # Time # is on my side. # Yes, it is. Time # is on my side. # Yes, it is. # Now you always say # that you wanna be free. # But I'll come running back, # I'll come running back # to you. # Baby, come on, go ahead. # Light up my life! # Argh! 'Something is always happening. 'But when it happens, 'people don't always see it. 'Or understand it. 'Or accept it.' (DRAMATIC PIANO MUSIC) 'They don't accept consequences.' "If they kill someone, it's not their fault." "This is the consequence of what I do." Mr Consequence, how did it go? Mr Consequence, how did it go? He died. Gracie, get one more. Gracie, get one more. How are you doin', Grace? Don't tempt me with that, Jones. Man, sorry. Man, sorry. What's your poison, Hobbes? We got some Beck's, some Guinness, some Bass. Budweiser's good for me. - Sure. - We're going imported here. I can afford it. Budweiser. - OK. - At least have a Bud Ice or a Bud Dry. Lou! It is just a Bud. Do you guys want anything? No. "He was a notorious inmate..." Here you go. Here you go. Thank you, sweetheart. Really? I've been in this precinct about five, six months. Everyone says, "Hobbes don't take no cream. Don't take no cream." Is that true or what? Is that true or what? No, I don't like cream, no. That means no? That means no? No. Now, is that no as in never, no as in sometimes, or no as in I do, but I don't like to talk about it? No, as in never. This is a big city, Hobbesy. We've got a tradition to uphold. Have you got something wrong with your ears? So, hypothetical, a cop who's trying to make ends meet, wants something on the side... wants something on the side... I don't like cream... And I don't judge. You don't judge? He's a fucking saint, huh? So you're telling me that under no circumstances would a holy man like you ever break the law or do something... Look, Lou... I could jump across the table, snatch the heart out of your chest, squeeze the blood out and stick it in your front pocket. I could do that. - Yeah? - If I lost control. But if I did,... I would be no different than the people we bust. As to your general question, you take any cop out on the force, cream or no, 99% of the time they're doing their job, aren't they? - 99.5. - Point 5. So he or she, cream or no, is doing more good out on the street every day than any lawyer or stockbroker or President of the United States can do in their lifetime. Cops are the chosen people. Amen. I guess I'm switchin' to Bud! Gracie, get this foreign shit off my table and bring me three Buds! (WHISTLES) # Time Is On My Side Damn it, Charles, what took you so long? - There's a girl up on 13` - You know what you'd look like with this sandwich up your ass? - Pardon me? - Like a fat, stupid fuck with a sandwich up his ass. Charles, I hate to do this... Yeah, yeah. Put the job where the sandwich goes! (PHONE RINGS) Hello? Hello? Hello? (LINE GOES DEAD) Here we go ` juice, pretzels, apple... Peanut butter and jelly sandwich! Uncle John, will you make my lunch tomorrow? Here's Toby! I can't be having the same thing every day. What do you want? Peanut butter and jelly sandwich? - Want jelly and peanut butter? - No. I love you, Dad. Wait, wait. Don't forget your Uncle Johnny! I can feel the love in this room, man! - Bye! - Have a good day at school! OK. Bye! Doin' a good job, Art. Why don't you sit down with me this morning, just talk a little bit? - You're not in a hurry or somethin'? - No, no, no, no. Relax today. What are they gonna do? Fire me? How are you doin'? Are you all right? Are you all right? Yeah. I love you, Johnny. Ever...? You ever think it would be easier, your life would be easier if me and Sam were not living with...? No, no, no, no. Maybe Marcy wouldn't have left. If she loved me, she wouldn't have left me. You're my brother, right? - Yeah. - Huh? - Yeah. I love you too, Art. But don't make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. No more peanut butter and jelly... OK. 'A cop knows. 'A cop sees. 'Even the most casual thing, it registers. 'Often you don't remember 'till later on, but then you look back and you realise... 'you knew.' - Good morning, Detective. - Mikey, Mike! How you doin', Lieutenant? Hobbes! Look who's feelin' good today! What can I say? You're lookin' better than me! - Got a call on 4, Hobbes. - Thank you, Denise. Jonesy! How's everythin' today? Good? Detective Hobbes. "Hey, pal, you got a pen?" "4541, South Stender, Apartment 2." - Who's there? - "A clue, Magoo." A clue, Magoo. Didn't sleep last night, Jones? Who can? Remember when I got these calls at 3am from Reese? He loved you. He surely did. Somebody called me last night. Imagine that. Denise! Send a car to 4541 South Stender. Make sure we gain entry, huh? - Got a body? - Probably some knucklehead saw me on TV, tryin' to impress his girl. - How did I look last night? - Fabulous! I was on four different channels! His name's Muskavich, Russian expatriate. Super says no family, no friends, no nothin'. - Why's he dead, then? - (LAUGHS) What you got, Jonesy? I got puncture wounds. Look for a syringe or somethin'. "18." What is that? His 18th victim? Could be. Very tidy. The DOA's been dead a while, so what is this? The killer slept over, and then, uh, had a nice, neat breakfast? Looks like. Check this out. Oh shit! - What? - It's a riddle. Reese, in his cell, before he died, asked me, "Why is there a space between Lyons and Spakowsky?" Yeah? Accomplice? Reese had an accomplice? Unless it's a copycat. Maybe the prison guards or the people that made the documentary. You got a minute? You got a minute? I'll be there in a second. - 50 people must have seen that documentary. - Me and Jonesy will run 'em down. Yeah, good. Fingerprint. Perp wore no gloves. And left prints on the spoon and the cereal bowl. Maybe his prints aren't in the system. I hate to be stupid... I hate to be stupid... Enjoy it, Lou. Is motive still somethin' we think about or are crimes done out of sickness? Number 2, Lou. Number 2, Lou. Everything is motive. Sickness is motive. Bud, the coroner's prelim on the Russki. Isn't that the poison Reese used on them Arab kids? - Tiff! - Yeah? You like riddles, puzzles and shit, brain-teasers? As long as I'm doin' the teasin'! As long as I'm doin' the teasin'! Why is there a space between Lyons and Spakowsky? What does that even mean, man? Come on! We had a Spakowsky in my rookie year. South Precinct. We had a Spakowsky in my rookie year. South Precinct. Come again? Not your Spakowsky. This guy's a cop. Keep talkin', Lou. The guy's a fucking asshole. He's the King Kong of assholes, fucking legend. His name's up on a wall. What? Some chief in the '30s thought it would boost morale. They kept it up till like '81 or '82. It got to be like some fucking booby prize. Remember, it was downtown in the lobby? Before they did the remodelling. Must've passed it by a thousand times! Yeah, I guess I just need to open my eyes and look around. Lyons, I don't remember him, but Spakowsky, he was around. This guy was so fucking mean that his wife shot him in the foot and he couldn't get disability. Lou, who was '65? Who was in that space there? You got me, bud. I don't know. So you're saying they took a name off? Why would they do that? I don't know. I called Records. They say they don't know who it was. - They don't know why it's not there. - Well, we better find out, huh? * Ah, Lieutenant! Just the man I wanted to see. Boo-yah! "Robert Milano." That's right. Cop of the year 1965. Eight months later, goes up to a cabin, dies cleaning his gun. So it's either two things. He was dirty or it was a woman. What? I met him once ` Milano. He had a poker up his ass, but otherwise he was a good cop. What I wanna know... What I wanna know... I know what you want. I can't help you. You can't help me? Look... Do all of us a favour, OK? Whatever you find out, keep it to yourself. Hey, I got somethin' for you! Documentary on Reese. Thank you. You're a real white man. Jonesy! Tape on Reese. You wanna view it? Tape on Reese. You wanna view it? Give me a sec. What you got on Muskavich? What you got on Muskavich? Fingerprints were bust. The killer probably had dark hair, he probably was left-handed. Like Reese. He had bad teeth. Found a piece in the Corn Flakes. "Directory Assistance?" Can you give me a number on a Milano? Sylvia. M-I-L-A-N-O. Hey, Lieutenant! Hey, Lieutenant! Excuse me, boss. If somebody dies, it's because you kept your mouth shut. You're holding the bag, not me. You're holding the bag, not me. When it's a perfect world, let me know. In the meantime, it's not me keeping his mouth shut. Is that clear enough for you? Is that clear enough for you? Yeah, yeah. "Sorry, there's no listing." Yeah, OK, thanks. Listen, are you still there? "Yes." Check and see if there's a G Milano, a Gretta Milano. Check and see if there's a G Milano, a Gretta Milano. "Hold, please." Syringe had the same prints. So now what? Video time? Yeah, yep. You know, I was thinkin'... Don't hurt yourself. Don't hurt yourself. Eat me, Lou! Whoever did Muskavich knew the poison that Reese used, he quotes Reese... He could be a cop. He could be a cop. Yeah, he could be. Lou, could be a cop, huh? What? "Make sure Hobbes gets a copy of this." "You watchin', Johnny boy? Pay close attention." "Every gesture... Every word!" Wait. I wanna check something out. (MUMBLES IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE) That language he was speaking? Later. That's Dutch? That's what he said. What's he speaking now? Is that Dutch? This now? Yeah. This is mumbo jumbo, gibberish. Oh? Are you sure on that? SIREN WAILS ('KNOCK AT DOOR') 'Who is it?' 'Detective John Hobbes. I'm looking for Miss Gretta Milano.' Oh, yes. You left a message. Yes. I wanted to talk to you about your father. How are you doin'? May I come in? Sure. You're surrounded by angels. I teach theology at the university. I teach theology at the university. I see. They're beautiful. They're beautiful. Thank you. Why do you want to know about my father, Detective? Why do you want to know about my father, Detective? Well, um... It's 30 years later and the files are sealed. And my boss was told to let it alone, so... Here I am. I can tell you what my mother told me before she died. Why do you want to know? I mean, are you just curious or...? No, ma'am. I'm the detective who caught Edgar Reese. I'm not sure if you're familiar with him. Yeah, I read about him. And this Reese fella, he, um... In a roundabout way, he gave me your father's name. Did Reese like to sing? Yeah, he did, actually. And at the execution, did he try and touch you or grab you? Yeah, he did. He shook my hand. Do you want some coffee? Sure. One condition. You and I never spoke. You say nothing to your boss or partner. Nothing goes in the files. My name and everything I say is just between us. Agreed? Will I get a cup of coffee if I say yes? Detective, my... my dad was a... a good cop. Pride of the force and all that and then he shot himself. A reporter found out my father had been under investigation. He caught a killer, but copycat crimes started. Evidence mounted up against him. Fingerprints, witnesses. The press never got real proof, but my father's medal was rescinded. The press never got real proof, but my father's medal was rescinded. I see. So you're saying that when he died, someone made this evidence go away? The Mayor, Governor, Chief of Police all needed a hero. Some of these people are still important. I see. I see. Not yet, you don't. My father saw the evidence against him, told my mother he hadn't a chance, so he went to this cabin in the mountains, a place owned by my mother's family. He went there and... The thing is, Detective, I know my father was innocent of those murders. I know my father was innocent of those murders. How do you know? How do you know he was innocent? It's 30 years ago. It's not important anymore. It is to me. Don't you want the truth to come out? Of course I do. Of course I do. But? Are you afraid that if you tell me, your life may be in danger? Yeah. That's it? That's it? Yes. OK. OK. Thank you. For the coffee as well. Listen, if I have any more questions, can I call you? I'd rather you didn't. OK. Detective! - Do you believe in God? - Yeah, I mean, you know, I go to church every now and then. What I see in my line of work, faith's a little hard to sustain. Good luck. 'Sometimes I think the basic job that human beings have 'is just to figure out what the hell is going on. 'Example ` Gretta Milano. 'What was she hiding? 'What was she so scared of? 'Then her question about God. What the hell is that all about? 'You never know. 'Down to the smallest thing. 'The man who passes you on the street and catches your eye, 'does he know you, were you at school together?' 'Is he a homicidal maniac who hates you on sight? 'Or is it nothing, nothing at all?' you'll be extra excited by our new Extra Value Range. Upgrade to Extra Value today at Domino's. (TV) "I'm coming apart a little at a time. "A little at a time." Art! Art. - Huh? - Wake up. - Sam! Come on, go to bed. Sam! Sam! I know, I know, I know. Here we go. Up, up! I'm going, Uncle John. Up, two, three, four... (PHONE RINGS) Hello? Hello? (LINE GOES DEAD) Let's go, Sam. (PHONE RINGS) Good night. Good night. Good night, son. (PHONE STILL RINGING) Johnny? Yeah? Do you ever get scared? Yeah, sometimes. Me too. Goodnight, Art. (RINGING TONE) - "Hello?" - Mrs Moohr? This is Charles. Apparently, I must have gotten drunk or something because the last few days... Am I working tonight? Am I working tonight? "You quit, Charles." I quit? "Yes, you insulted Harry and he hired someone else." But I mean, how...? But I mean, how...? (BANGING ON DOOR) Look, I'm really sorry. (BANGING ON DOOR) (BANGING ON DOOR) Apologise please to your husband for whatever I... "We always liked you, Charles. Goodbye." Yeah, I... Yeah, I... (LINE GOES DEAD) (PHONE RINGS) "Hello?" "Hello?" (TV) "Well, well, well." "Look who's here." (PHONE RINGS) (STILL RINGING) "You sealed my brutish fate." (INDISTINCT VOICE ON PHONE) I played Reese's tape to a linguist. He's coming down. Yeah? Said it sounded Mid Eastern. Said it sounded Mid Eastern. Anything on Muskavich? Your area of expertise! Your area of expertise! Pizza is the staff of life. Without pizza and other fine Italian foods, there'd be no happiness. There was one slice left ` garlic, linguica and pineapple. There was nothing in Muskavich's stomach. It was the killer's eats. Hell of a clue. Write that up for the journal. I will, Lou. And I will laud you copiously. Thank you. Thank you. Detectives, your guy's in Video. The linguist guy is here. I'll be right there. Any luck? John Hobbes, Professor Richard Louders. John Hobbes, Professor Richard Louders. How do you do? This is exhilarating. Who is this man? Can I speak to him? Not now. Have a seat. The Professor says he's never heard this language spoken. Meaning? It's some kind of antique. This is a Biblical tongue. Syrian Aramaic. Only a few nomadic tribes use it. You don't know what he's saying? You don't know what he's saying? Haven't a clue. He's not too pleasant, is he? If you can spare me a copy, I'll work it. Appreciate it. Listen, if you could wait out front for 15 minutes, we'll dupe one off for you. I'll be waiting. See you in a minute. See you in a minute. Bye, Detectives! Formidable! Oui, oui. Syrian Aramaic! I got something else too. I'm looking up this clipping of Reese, high school baseball team. He bats right, he throws right. What are you saying, Hobbes? Reese pulled off some of the sickest shit on record. And you're worried because he's ambidextrous? I'm worried about everything. Hobbes, call on line one. Thank you, Bill. Detective Hobbes. "Hey, pal, do you need another clue? "1339, "South Grove, apartment 9." Jonesy, that pizza place with the number 17? Is that close to Grove? I think so. They're in the same place. Exactly. It's like he's laughing at us. It's like he's laughing at us. He is. Cash, not cheque? That's right. Jonesy! Take a look at this. What the hell is this, huh? Do you know what's scary? I'm goin' home last night, this guy's walkin' past me, he's goin' the other way. He looks me right in the eye, the kind of look like he knows you, you know what I mean? It's the same guy that's in the bathtub. You're shittin' me. I shit you not. Same guy. Oh man. I ain't smart enough to figure what's goin' down. to figure what's goin' down. From under the sink. Same poison? Same poison? Same poison. Better get that down to the lab. OK, the number on his chest... Last Thursday it's 18, now it's 2? Everything's under a Charles Olom, but looks like an alias, so we're running his prints. Quote Yogi Berra. "It's like deja vu all over again." You mean Reese? Yeah. Whoever is doin' it has a thing for Hobbes. Seems like. How is he? Who, Hobbes? How is he ever? He's fine. He's great. If it starts to work at him, let me know. If it starts to work at me, I'll let you know that, too! I thought that was you. What are you doing? More historical research? Hmm. Nice talkin' to you. See you Monday. All right, Lou. * (SHOUTING) Shoot it, shoot it! Shoot it, shoot it! Come on, Sam! OK, that's OK, that's OK! The score is tied. No, no, 19-7. Take him, Toby. Take him, Toby. Pass the ball! Johnny can make a point. He's got the ball! Hiya, Art. Shoot! Three, two, one... That's it. I'm through. I've gotta go. I gotta go. Hey, Art, you wanna get in here? Uncle John, but he's a spaz! You don't disrespect your father! You understand me? Yeah. Cherish what you got. Get on in there. You want some of this? I didn't bring my shoes. I didn't bring my shoes. Come on! What's up? What's up? Tiffany didn't get you? No. What's up? You know how weird this case is? We've got a positive ID on Charles Olom. His real name's Mickey Noons. Born in Canada, illegal alien. Blah, blah, blah. Small-time shithead. That ain't bad. That ain't it. Noons is the guy that killed the Russki. It's his prints all over Muskavich's apartment. Noons poisons Muskavich, dumps him in the tub, sets out the cornflakes. Three days later, someone does the exact same thing to him. Exact because Noons and Muskavich were killed by the same person. Some kind of ringmaster? Some kind of ringmaster? I think so. Art, you and Sam don't forget lunch! - OK! - I don't know. I can't seem to get my mind around it. I got a bad feeling about this. Yeah, me too. Somebody's playing with my dick and it ain't me. See ya. 10 minutes, Art! 'There are moments which mark your life, 'moments when you realise 'nothing will ever be the same. 'And time is divided into two parts ` 'before this... 'and after this. 'Sometimes you can feel such a moment coming. 'That's the test. 'Or so I tell myself. 'I tell myself that at times like that... 'strong people keep moving forward anyway, 'no matter what they're going to find.' - Miss Milano! - Hello. I went to your family's place up in the mountains. It's beautiful, isn't it? Yes, it is. Let me get that for you. Trees and the water... Trees and the water... Absolutely beautiful. What does Azazel mean? Your father wrote it on the basement wall, then he painted over it. Now, my dictionary says that it's the, uh... "evil spirit of the wilderness," whatever that means! One of your father's books talks of demons and how they move by touch. and how they move by touch. Walk away, Mr Hobbes. Say again? If you enjoy life, if you care about someone, don't take this case. It's out of my hands, Miss Milano. It's my job. Bye, Mr Hobbes. - That's it, huh? - Yeah, I'm afraid so. - Jonesy, fax! - Oh, thanks. Phone company sent MUDs and LUDs for Noons' and Muskavich's apartment. See those calls? They were made around the time they were killed. You mean the killer called my house from the scene of the crime? Looks like it. - Reese called me at all hours. - Reese is dead. Whoever's doing this is in league with Reese or is imitating Reese. He's calling my house! How many times must I change my number? Looks very much like someone on the inside. - Like a cop? - Yeah. Hey. It's nothing to me. But the egos upstairs... - You hear me? - Both ears. Good. I'm gonna lose my sense of humour! What you got? Translation from the Aramaic. "I can't enter you by touch. "Even when I can get inside you after I'm spirit, I won't. I'll fuck you up and down..." That's in the Bible (!) "If it won't work I have other ways." We need a translation of the translation. Yeah. * Anything else? No, I'm all right, thanks. 'I like the night, 'the street, the smells, 'the sense of another world. 'Sometimes you come face to face with yourself.' (TRAIN RATTLES BY) Now... put that card back in. All right. Tell me when to stop. - OK. - Pronounce it for me one more time. D'minnou aht. OK, Professor, I think I got it. All right. (REESE SPEAKING IN ARAMAIC) "I can get inside you. After I'm spirit, I won't." "No." "Better I get you for real." "Fuck you up, down, left, right, coming, going." "I'll get so close to you... so close it breaks you." "If that doesn't work... I have other ways." "I have so many, many ways." 15 minutes. Hi. Can I help you? Hi. Can I help you? Yeah. You're releasing a... "Richard Suckle". He called a cab. I'll have him brought right down. This is Mike at the front desk... Hey, Tiff. Looking good today. Thanks. Rap sheet on Bobby Stiggers. Thank you. Hobbesy, tell me something. Shoot. The other day you were reading an old file... Yeah, what about it? Yeah, what about it? There was a map there. Did you go somewhere? Yeah, I went up to the country. Yeah, I went up to the country. Great to get out of town. I used to go up to a house in the mountains and sit by the water. It's beautiful. So I'm curious. Where did you go? Why do you ask, Lou? Come here. Come here. Come on, come here. # Ti-i-ime # Is on my side # Yes, it is # Ti-i-ime # Is on my side # Yes, it is... Lou! What? # You're always sayin' # That you wanna be free # But I'll come runnin' back... Mike! Mike! Mike! Yeah, Detective? Why were you singing that song? Why were you singing that song? Why were you singing that song? Song? I was singing? I was singing? They put you up to this? I don't know what you're on about. I don't know what you're on about. You don't know what I'm on about. You don't know what I'm on about. Hey! Hey! Hey, you! Innah yahdah-hahnah d'minnou aht! Syrian Aramaic. How clever. - Jesus! - Honey, is this some...? It's true what I said, though. I do know who you are. - Azazel. - Where did you get that? From Milano's place? You found something up there. Well, some things, pal, you shouldn't know. Like what? Like what? And if you know, you should never, ever tell. Beware my wrath! * Hey. Well? What were you doing just back then? What are you talking about? Back then with the singing. You were singing. No. I wasn't singing. - Yeah, you were. - Lawrence and Mike were singing some '60s thing. There you go. I wasn't singing it. I hated the fucking '60s. I wasn't singing. I appreciate your situation. I really do. Your father and mother are dead. Their lives and your life are ruined. I'm very sorry. But I gotta know what's going on because if this thing is what it seems to be, if this thing is what the book says it is... Is this for real? I mean, do you believe this stuff? I believe more is hidden than is seen. I believe what I see and I'm trying to get my mind around what I saw! Something threatened me. And this Reese, he threatened me in Aramaic. Wait. What else did Reese say? I'm asking the questions, Miss Milano. You answer the questions. If I don't know what's going on... We're not supposed to know. We're not supposed to see. It's like the Mafia. They don't even exist. OK, OK. That's good. That's a start. They don't even exist. So where are they from? Who the hell are they? Mr Hobbes, there are certain... phenomena which can only be explained if there is a God and if there are angels. And there are. They exist. Some of these angels were cast down. A few of the fallen were punished by being deprived of form. They can only survive in the bodies of others, where their vengeance is played out. That's it? Come on, get outta here! I mean, come on. What...? I mean... Miss Milano, I'm just a cop, OK? I'm a detective. My work is based upon evidence, facts... Mine too. Mine too. And aren't your facts here resistant to normal interpretation? So you're saying that Edgar Reese is actually... At the time you knew him, he was not himself. He was Azazel? Yes, sadistic, left-handed, likes to sing. Reese? So why does he focus in on me? You got his attention, he tried to get inside you. He shook your hand. That didn't work, so now he's going to try and find some other way. Like he did with your father? OK. So what do we do? How do we fight him? Is it even possible? I believe it is and I'm not alone. There's a network of people. I don't know them. I just have numbers. These people, they know...? We believe God limited demons, made them mortal and put a few of us here to fight them. Us? Us who? Who us? Are you saying me? Are you saying I'm one of these people? I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not. You're just doing your job. OK. Touche! So now these demons are mortal. They can be killed. - By the right person. - Who's the right person? These are matters of fate and divine order. The right man... Or woman? Yes. - It could be you, me, anybody? - The right person with the right character, the right knowledge. This is what you've been doing? You've been preparing for this? Can I ask you something personal? Everything's personal if you're a person. Is this why you live alone? There's a difference between risking for yourself and someone else. That's true. If I had someone, I'd want to share my life, thoughts and work with them. But if I shared this, I'd put them at risk. I couldn't do that. You can talk to me. You don't have to. I'm not saying that... Do whatever you want to do. I'm saying you can talk to me if you want. Thanks. That's a very nice thing to say. I've got to go. I hope I've been helpful. - Thanks for listening. - OK. Thank you. (WHISTLING) # Time Is On My Side I'm sorry. I was about to tap you on the shoulder. You're a friend of John Hobbes, aren't you, huh? Jay Reynolds. You know. How lovely. You're not just Hobbes' chippy. Have we met? You seem vaguely familiar. Come on. Tell me. I'm about to find out, anyway. Foreplay. - Watch out. - No, you don't! Please help me! - Go! Go! - Open up, bitch! Go! Go! Jesus, man! Are you all right? Are you all right? Thanks for coming. I ran. He came after me and I ran. Maybe you weren't ready yet. That's the point. You have to be ready. You know what it is? I never believed this day would come. I thought God would make it up to me. I'd be good. God would show me an angel instead. Do they know who you are? We shouldn't be seen together. Not any more. Wipe your tear there. You wanted to see me, Lieutenant? Yeah. How you doin'? Fine. Murders not gettin' you wound up? You can bag the chocolates. You ain't gotta talk to me sideways. What's up? Where were you when Muskavich and Noons were killed? Where was I? What, am I a suspect? Sit down. Not to me, you're not. But... Lieutenant, you know, hey... What is it, the phone records again? Do they think I committed the murders, called my own house, then ran home and answered my own phone? No, it's something else. - Your prints. - My prints? - On what? - On that fuckin' little coin of yours. - Where? - Noons' place. Oh shit! This is a frame-up. - Is it? - Yeah. Anybody could have got those coins. They could have got them when I'm at the store or off my desk. We always said it could be a cop. Yeah. We did always say that. I'm not stupid, you know. I know you know more than you're saying. So tell me. You don't really want to know, Lieutenant. You'd have to be there, I was there - and I don't wanna know. - Try me. You remember Robert Milano? No, wait, listen to me. This is exactly what happened to him. He was framed. I'm gonna give you some advice, OK? Let go of it for a couple of hours. Go home. See your family. Take a load off. 'To hell with Stanton.' 'To hell with all of 'em.' 'Nobody likes to get the shit kicked out of 'em, 'or to get hit from every angle, 'but evil just keeps on coming.' 'You saw it before, 'but now... 'it's in your face, 'laughing at you.' Hi, Unc! Hey, Sam. How you doin'? Hi, Mr Hobbes. You're home early today. Yeah. For a change. Huh! Hey, Art. - Did you move my address book? - No. Um... What? Art! What's wrong with your eye? - Who hit you in the eye? - I fell. You fell? I fell... or somethin'. People don't fall down and get a black eye. Oh, um... It's OK. It's OK. Look... What happened? Sammy hit me. What? It was an accident, though. He didn't mean to. He didn't mean to. We... It was an accident! Johnny, it was an accident! Uncle John! Uncle John! Sam? Where's Toby? Outside, I guess. OK, go back in the house. Toby? Hey, Hobbes. Leave my family alone. You hear me? - John! - Go back in the house, Sam! - What's going on? - Go back in the house! You leave my family alone. Why? You come after me. Now I come after you and yours. Hey! Toby, are you all right? Yeah. Go right home. Run! (GUNSHOTS) Are you afraid to fight me? Come on, Hobbes. Come on out. Come on, Hobbes. Come on. Put the gun down. I knew you'd come out. - Put the gun on the ground! - I know you, Hobbes. Set the gun down, sir! Innah, yahdah-hahnah, d'minnou aht! Put the gun down! (WHISTLES) # Time Is On My Side. # Yes, it is. # Time # s on my side... #i Hey, pal. Wake up, Hobbes. I'm not that easy to kill. When my host dies and I move as spirit, no man can resist me. What are you gonna do, arrest me? What are you gonna tell Stanton? I'd love to hear that one. I'd love to hear that one. It's me you want. Why don't you just kill me, huh? But I'm still having fun. Aren't you still having fun? And, finally, when the officer... We're back at the scene... - Lieutenant. - Schoolteacher, huh? What am I gonna say? What am I gonna do? We know that he fired first. Witnesses corroborate. His gun was full of blanks. He got the gun from a stolen car. It was a set-up. It was a set-up. A set-up? It was a set-up. A set-up? That's right. He set it up for you to kill him? He set it up for you to kill him? Art! What the hell are you doing out here? You take Sam home, you lock every door, every window. Don't let anybody in. Can you do that? Can you remember that? OK, do it. - Johnny! - Yeah? Are you mad at me or somethin'? No, Art, never. Do what I told you. Hate to see the mighty fall. Know what I mean? Now it's letters. Fuck you, Lou. Lieutenant, I told you. It's a cult. Some weird, psycho, Aramaic, Satanist, reincarnation cult... He's got "APO" written on his chest. It's tryin' to send some kind of message. The killer's sending a message? Hobbes. This time, you are the killer. Yeah. Sort of. No fucking "sort of"! No breaks, no benefit of the doubt. We're going back to the precinct. Now! (TV REPORTER) "Tonight, another very shocking murder in the city." "A well-respected schoolteacher opened fire on a police officer..." * Close the door. (DOOR CLICKS) OK. We talked to the schoolteacher's wife. Got married four months ago. She's pregnant. He just got a raise. So much for suicide by cop! The shooting team will need your gun. I'll get the hearing as soon as I can. People want the world to make sense. If the only way I can get the world to make sense is to arrest you, then I'll have to do it. Get the fuck outta here. It was a clean shoot. It was a clean shoot. Yeah, I know. It doesn't help, but I know. Coffee? No, thanks. You wanna talk? From where I'm sittin', we're dealin' with shit that ain't in the manual. Where do they buy coffee with dirt in it? Can you tell me that? What's the point of life, huh, Jonesy? The point? Yeah. Of life? Yeah. The point of life... You want a cigarette? No, thanks. The point of life is we catch bad guys. Yeah, that's what I used to think. It's not good enough, Jonesy. You'll shoot me for talkin' like this. It's two in the morning. You can talk any way you want. What are we doin' here? You know what I'm sayin'? I mean, why do we even exist? Us? Maybe it's God, Hobbes. Yeah, it could be. I have a hard time believing that we're... part of some huge... moral experiment, conducted by a greater being than us. If there's a greater being than we are, why give a shit about us? There's five billion of us. We're like ants. Do we care what ants do, from a moral standpoint? Ants? No. Right, so... Right, so... I'm following you, but at the same time, I'm losing you. Are you heading someplace? Are you heading someplace? That's my point, Jonesy. Are we headed someplace? If we don't figure it out... Maybe if you figure it out... you die. Heart attack, stroke. You figure out what's what, you don't get to hang around anymore. You get promoted. Meanwhile, Delores... She says we're put here to do one thing. One thing...? What's that? Well, it's, uh, different for everybody. Hers is lasagne. Lasagne? And just one thing? Not like two or three? I don't know. It's just her opinion. But it's like... when a moment comes... we either do the right thing or wrong. And when do you know when your moment comes? (PHONE RINGS) So like this could be it for me? So like this could be it for me? That's the beauty. You never know. Hello? John, is that you? Yeah. Hi. I just wanted to see if you were OK. Let me call you back. I'll call you later. OK. It was the killer ` we'll arrange things later (!) I'm going home. All right. All right. Yeah, fuck it. 'I killed someone.' 'He got me to kill an innocent man.' 'I know.' 'What do they want, Gretta?' 'Just tell me what they want.' 'The demons?' 'They want the fall of civilisation, the fall of Babylon, as they say.' 'The whole thing?' 'The whole thing?' 'Yeah.' 'They're doing a good job.' 'After I shot the teacher, Azazel moved to someone else.' 'Are you sure?' 'After death?' 'Positive. After death. I saw it. Listen to this.' 'I was looking through one of your father's books and it says outside... I guess that means outside the body.' 'Outside they can survive for one breath only.' 'A Hebrew text says the breath can carry them for 500 cubits.' 'I never knew what it meant.' 'A cubit, that's like a distance?' 'Yeah, from your elbow to your fingertips.' 'So 500 cubits would be, what... about a sixth of a mile?' about a sixth of a mile?' 'You're right, then.' I guess they are limited in certain ways. What are you thinking? I don't know. I don't know. Are you OK? Are you OK? Yeah. Maybe I'll check up on you tomorrow. Good night. (TV) "I'll give it to him." Good morning, Sam. Good morning, Sam! Good morning, Sam! Hi, Uncle John. Thanks for tucking me in last night. Thanks for tucking me in last night. You're welcome. Sam... Sam, you were asleep last night when I tucked you in? I don't know. All I remember was someone tickling me, tickling my chest. Why did you write that? Where's your father? In the bedroom. He's a sleepyhead. Art? Art? Art? Art. (SOBS) (PHONE RINGS) Stop that clowning around, Scooby! - Hello? - Hey, you seen the news? "The cop was shooting first. And he kept on shooting." - Yeah. - Lou's gonna bring you down for more conversation. - Lou? - No. They get him yet? They get him yet? No, not yet. I gotta go. I gotta go. OK. "I heard shouting..." Sam, I need you to put these clothes on and get dressed right away. Just do what I tell you! Sam, are you ready? Yeah, almost. What's going on? We're just gonna play a little trick on somebody. Cool. No, we're going out the window. What about my dad? He's sleeping. He's still sleeping. Excuse me, Sister. How are you doin'? How are you doin'? Good. Does apocalypse... does that mean anything to you? Sure it does. "Apocalypse" was the Greek word for "revelation". Revelation? What do you mean, like the book of the Bible? Yes. All right. Thank you. Any special kind? Give me a pack of cigarettes. Any special kind? Give me a pack of cigarettes. Give me a pack of cigarettes. OK, out of five... Detective Hobbes? Sir, you forgot your change. Detective Hobbes! Hold it, I wanna talk to you. Go, Sam, run! Down the stairs, down the stairs! Go, go! All units in the area! Why don't you close that coat up, Sam? Cigarettes? I thought you quit. I thought they were bad for you. I did quit and they are bad for you. Do you know what's going on, son? The police think that, uh... I did some bad things. You are the police. Not anymore. Well, why do they think you did that? Cos... Cos somebody, um... made it look like I did. I once saw that on a show. I wanna talk to you about something else. About your dad. He's not asleep, is he? No, son, he's not asleep. Did it hurt? I don't think so. Do you think he's gonna go to heaven? Yes. Yes, I do. If anybody deserves to go to heaven, it's your dad. I think so too. (TAPPING AT DOOR) We got no place else to go. This is my nephew, Sam. OK. Hi, Sam. Nice to meet you. I'm Gretta. You're in your pyjamas! I wasn't expecting company, but I'm glad you're here. I wasn't expecting company, but I'm glad you're here. Sam... Why don't you go over by the fireplace and get warm, huh? Azazel wrote on his chest. Unless I do something... I'm gonna get you a coffee. Thank you. I think I got my mind around this thing now, but let me run this by you, OK? After the host body dies, the demon can survive for one breath or 500 cubits, right? At the same time, Azazel says to me when he moves as spirit, no man can resist. It means somebody he can't get into by touch, he can by spirit? Because... if when he's in spirit form, he's fighting for his life, he's gonna be that much more powerful. Please tell me what you're gonna do. 'Whatever I do, I have to make sure that you and Sam are safe.' 'Will you take him somewhere nobody knows about?' 'Even me.' Sam! Wake up. Listen, uh... I gotta go. You're gonna stay with Gretta for a little while. Maybe for a long while. Now I want you to remember this. Whatever people say about me or whatever I do... I just want you to remember that I'm doing it for you. Because I love you. Do you understand? I'm gonna go back to sleep. And when I wake up, everything's gonna be just the way it was. Thank you. You know what this means? I'm ready. - Hey, Jonesy, how you doin'? - "I'm worried, man." What are you gonna do? Where are you gonna go? I'm goin' nowhere. I'm takin' a long drive where nobody will find me and sit by the water and think. "Hobbes, I gotta ask you something." Yeah, shoot. "We've been partners a long time." 12 plus, Jonesy. 12 plus. "So, uh... is there anything you gotta tell me?" Yeah. Remember what we were talkin' about the other night? When the moment comes, you know it. "Be careful, OK?" "I'll see you, partner." Yeah, you, too. Be good. 'You're probably wondering, what am I doing?' 'This is where things get a little tricky.' 'It's just him and me now.' 'Hobbes versus Azazel.' 'I thought I had him, but he thought he had me, too.' Come on out. I know you're here. I knew you'd come. Innah yahdah-hahnah d'minnou aht! Haven't you done enough, huh? You made me kill an innocent man. You murdered my brother! Come on out, you son of a bitch! How much more fun can you have, huh? Jesus, Hobbes! What are you talking about? I didn't do any of that. Me, I'm the poor schmo they sent up here to bring you in. So it's you now, huh? It's me. Who did you expect it to be? Now drop your gun, Hobbes. I know you got one. Or what? You'll shoot me? Where's the fun in that, huh? Fuck you, huh? You're making me do this. Now drop the goddamn gun. Do what he says, Hobbes! Jonesy? So who else is out here? Lou, Tiff, come on out! It's just the two of us. The gun, Hobbes. Jonesy, you know I didn't do this. You know I didn't do any of it. You know I didn't do any of it. I know that, Hobbes. We both want to believe you, Hobbes, but we've got to bring you in. Stan... I don't know if I can do this. What the fuck you talkin'? Let's say Hobbes disappears into the woods. We drive his car into the lake. End of story. What's wrong with that? We bring the son of a bitch in. It's why we're here. If he did it, fine. If he didn't do it, even better. But it's not our job to decide. Now drop the goddamn gun! Jonesy? Put the goddamn gun down. OK. OK. Thank you. I'm sorry, Stan. Been on the force so long you think you've seen it all, but you haven't. Life gives you one more surprise. Life gives you one more surprise. One more... Sometimes it's a big one. Sometimes it's a big one. Azazel... Hey! I'm your partner, man. Go on, you're free, run! Keep thinking, Hobbes! How about that, huh? Jonesy's fucked. He just killed his boss. Jonesy's fucked. You're fucked. One at a time, huh? That's how we do it. One by one. Olly-olly-oxen-free! # Time # Is on my si-i-ide # Yes, it is # Ti-i-ime # Is on my side... # Did you like the Stones, Hobbes? I bet you didn't, you big Monkees fan pussy! Time's up! See the deal? If I kill you... it's just the final, pathetic chapter in the life of a disgraced hero. Just one more piece of shit, human scum! But... turn it around. If I die... I enter you... put 20 more murders on your tab before you go down. Maybe your nephew or that... that... chippy you were talking to. How do you wanna do this, huh? I die, you die? What's the maximum fun? Can you guess... what maximum fun is? Sure you can. Now that I've played you from the outside, maximum fun is... I become you! (GUNSHOT) Oh, you got me, Hobbes. You got me good. But I gotta ask you something. You wouldn't let me kill myself. Why is that? You wouldn't let me kill myself. Why is that? I need more time. Time for what, asshole? 500 cubits is a long way, Azazel. Jonesy dies too fast, as powerful as you are, I might never get away from you. Oh, he's catching on. What, you think you're gonna win this thing? God willing. You never know. Let me ask you something. Why do you think... Milano... came all the way out here in the middle of nowhere? To die, the little chickenshit. I don't think so. I think that he wanted to do what I'm gonna do. Only he couldn't pull it off. Only he couldn't pull it off. Pull what off? Come on, Azazel. Open your eyes. Look around sometime. Here we are in this beautiful place. Not another human being around for miles. Just you and me. What's this? You don't smoke any more. That's right; I don't. And you know why? Because cigarettes kill. Especially ones laced with poison. Bullshit! Same poison that you used to kill my brother. Fuck you! It's beautiful, isn't it? Isn't it so sweet? We die together. Just you and me. # Time # is on my side. # Yes, it is... # Fuck you, motherfucker! I'm sorry, Jonesy. WHISPERS: I'm sorry. (GRUNTS, GROANS) 'So... 'like I said at the start, I was beaten, 'outsmarted, poisoned 'by Detective John Hobbes. 'Can you imagine what it feels like to be alive for thousands of years 'and realise 'you're actually going to die 'cos some self-righteous cop decided 'he was going to save the fucking world? 'Yes, a demon can die, and Hobbes figured out 'how to beat me at my own game. 'So what? 'The war isn't over. I promise you. 'Not by a long shot. 'Oh! 'You forgot something, didn't you? 'At the beginning I said I was going to tell you 'about the time 'I almost died. 'See you around.' # Please allow me to introduce myself. # I'm a man of wealth and taste. # I've been around # for a long, long year # and stolen many a man's soul and faith. # I was around when Jesus Christ # had His moment of doubt and pain, # made damn sure that Pilate # washed his hands # and sealed His fate. # Pleased to meet you. # Hope you guess my name. # But what's puzzling you # is the nature # of my game. # Stuck around St Petersburg # when I saw it was a time # for a change. # Killed the Tsar # and his ministers. # Anastasia screamed in vain. # I rode a tank, held a general's rank # when the blitzkrieg raged # and the bodies stank. # Pleased to meet you. # Hope you guess my name. # Oh, yeah. # What's puzzling you # is the nature # of my game. # I watched the glee # while your kings and queens fought for 10 decades # for the Gods they made. # I shouted out, # "Who killed the Kennedys?" # When after all, # it was you and me. # Let me please introduce myself. # I'm a man of wealth and taste. # And I lay traps # for troubadours # who get killed # before they reach Bombay. # Pleased to meet you. # Hope you guess my name. # Oh, yeah. # But what's puzzling you # is the nature # of my game... # IMS Subtitles CALUM SHORT. 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