All language subtitles for mrs_fitzgerald_is_missing_s01e04_whack-a-mole

LAPD's rather a homicide.

Lieutenant! Not now.

I'm sorry, how can I help you?

Not to worry, officer.

We'll continue our conversation later.

Gotta go.

Hey, I'll call you back.

Brendan? Brendan Fitzgerald?

Uh, yes, officer?

Um, Lieutenant Miggs asked me to follow
up with you about your missing mother.

You didn't seem too interested in
talking to me about anything right now.

Yeah. having that kind of day.

Well, can't find a more inconvenient
place for us to meet, Sergeant

I got to drive all the way to fucking
Orlando to talk to you?

I like this place.

My cousin owns the roach coach that
comes by here at lunch.

His wife makes the salsa.

Something like home cooking, Lieutenant.

Here.

You can't get food like this in your
part of the valley, Lieutenant.

Let's just stop by at Home Depot.

Sit down.

Eat. You want a beer?

Hey, girl.

Two more beers, please.

Here you are,

boss. Your beers.

Thank you, girl.

Don't call me boss.

I'm your uncle.

My sister's kid likes to call me the
boss.

I'm not like Springsteen, some MMA
fighter.

No imagination since today.

I didn't know. I didn't come here to
break tortillas with you, Sergeant

Bustamante.

I know. I know.

Officer Campos saw me take an envelope
from one of my CIs.

Fuck, Bustamante.

Did that on purpose.

The other one, Hollis.

When she was my partner, she would have
busted me on the spot for pulling shit

like that.

Not Officer Campos, no.

She's still a bit insecure.

I knew she'd run home to Daddy and tell.

I needed to talk to you.

Couldn't come by the office?

Get me in a parking garage?

Not that difficult to track down. No.

Had to be off -premises.

You and I...

Had a big problem, mi amigo.

What the fuck are you talking about?

We have completely different operations
in completely different territories.

We don't overlap anywhere.

I wish that were true.

Believe me.

I feel like we've always had a mutual
respect for one another.

You run your shit, I run mine.

Until now.

Seems one of my confidential informants
has been out of touch with me for way

too long. What the fuck does that have
to do with me, Sergeant?

One of my guys pinch your guy?

If it hasn't gone too far, I could
probably spring him. End of subject.

I think you can do better than that in
this case, Mix.

The kid's name is Eddie Rivera.

Your mom has Alzheimer's, right?

Mine too.

I know what it's like.

I assume she's disappeared before and
you brought her home.

So what's different this time? The
circumstances are a lot different.

I mean, is it true that your mom has
Alzheimer's?

Yeah. It's pretty advanced.

I know what you're going through.

So you know how much the drugs cost.

Yeah, but luckily insurance covers most
of it.

See, that's the problem. When my dad
lost his job, he also lost the

And he really needed the money to help
pay for my mom's medication.

So him and my best friend came up with a
plan to get the money.

I just don't think the plan's working so
well.

Why don't we go inside and you can tell
me all about that?

Would that be okay?

I guess.

Yeah.

All right. Follow me.

I know.

Eddie contributes to your monthly
retirement fund.

He told me all about it.

That part I don't mind.

But in this particular case, he also
happens to be one of my most reliable

When necessary, I need this kid's
undivided attention, and I don't seem to

that right now.

All right, all right. Suppose you're
right.

And he's been a valuable asset to both
of us.

I only see him once a month to get my
envelope when he's back from college.

That's all.

Yeah. I know.

He's got some guy and his wife covering
his game while he's at school at Santa

Barbara. But when he gets back to town
every month, he's supposed to check in

with me.

And he's been back for a few days now
and hasn't done that.

How do I know?

Because I put a fucking device in his
phone, like I do all my guys.

And do you know where his phone has been
turning up the last few days?

Huh?

I'll let you take a few seconds to come
up with an imaginative story that you

can tell me and insist that it's the
truth. Then we'll get down to business.

Seriously? You do that? You put a
tracking device on their phone?

I did not know that.

Yeah, okay.

Eddie's had some personal issues.

I'm something of a father figure to him.
I'm kind of mentoring him.

So that's the card you're going to play.

Fucking weak hand, Migs.

You gotta do better.

You done?

This time, let's do it.

Go. All right.

I got the kid balls deep into something.

I prefer not to get into the
particulars. We respect each other's

right?

Separation of powers, church and state,
all that.

Yeah, the kid's been spending a lot of
time at my house.

He's kind of taking care of a
potentially valuable asset.

Hmm.

You fencing shit?

Yeah? Jewelry?

Cars?

Oh.

Wait, wait, wait.

Dogs.

That's right, you're a dog man, Meeks.
Huh?

What do you got?

A rare breed?

Yeah, something like that.

But it's of no consequence to you, this
I promise.

It won't take too much longer. And when
we're done, Eddie goes back to college

with pretty much a full ride.

and you get his complete attention when
he's back in town.

I won't require his services any longer.

He's all yours.

My apologies, Emilio.

You paint a very nice picture,
Lieutenant Miggs.

Fucking Norman Rockwell.

Like that painting where everyone is
seated around the table for

You know that one?

Love that painting.

Yeah, it's about familia.

Only guess what?

Here's the reality.

Someone had to pay for the paint, the
turkey, and the fucking models to pose

a family.

Yeah, I saw something about him on PBS.

Even an esteemed American artist like
Norman Rockwell had to pay.

My goodness.

You want a cut of my action?

You trying to shake me down?

We don't... Do that to each other.

Nobody in our trade does that. Rules of
the road.

Separate table, separate check.

That's it. I said I was sorry. That
should be enough. And it would have

But you just told me you used one of my
guys on one of your jobs.

A real job.

For profit.

And I didn't loan him out to you.

You needed my say -so.

You forgot to fill out the form. That's
a taxable offense and you know that.

So now you gotta pay me a royalty.

A royalty?

A royalty?

What the fuck? You didn't even consult
with me, Mign.

You think I wouldn't find out?

Huh? How deep in my ass were you
planning on fucking me? All right, all

I underestimated his value to you.

My bad.

But I wasn't trying to fuck you over,
okay?

I figured he wouldn't be compromised as
your CI if he did a quick and easy job

for me.

What a crazy day. I know. We've gotten
so many calls this morning.

Hey,

thought you'd be gone by now.

Me? What about you?

Shouldn't you be out with Booth DeMonte?

He called and left a message. Said to
pick him up out in Arlena in a couple of

hours.

That's curious.

Yeah, and it gets curiouser.

Beth, can we have the room, please?

Okay, sure.

I was in the lobby on my phone near the
elevator.

Migs comes flying by like a bat out of
hell, says he's got to go.

Takes the elevator down.

Then the Fitzgerald kid, named Brendan,
the one Migs left our meeting for, comes

into the lobby looking all dejected.

Migs has that effect.

What did you do?

I think I accidentally opened a major
can of fucking worms, Tracy.

Holy shit. Tell me. Mr.

Fitzgerald, the kid's dad, lost his job
and insurance.

And he needed a way to pay for his
wife's medication. It's very expensive.

What did he do?

Well, Brendan's best friend is a local
neighborhood drug dealer. Nothing heavy.

Marijuana, mollies, ecstasy, party
drugs.

But get this.

Mr. Fitzgerald goes into business with
the best friend.

Unfucking believable.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

The best friend, the drug dealer, is
Eddie Rivera.

Who's that?

One of Bustamante's confidential
informants.

Fucking A. Are you sure?

Yeah. Brendan gave me a thorough
description, and I know all of

CIs. No doubt it's him.

So it seems like maybe Bustamante
kidnapped Mrs.

Fitzgerald, knowing that Mr. Fitzgerald
couldn't go to the cops because now he's

a drug dealer.

Hi, where's the fucking money come from?

Mr. Fitzgerald is tapped out.

Bustamante would know that from talking
to Eddie. Good point.

And what the fuck is Migs role in this
thing?

That's a million dollar question.

Well? You got rank, detective. What do
you want to do with this information?

We keep it to ourselves, Carly.

This is our deal until we can find out
more information.

And how do you propose we find out more?

Maybe after I cold call on this murder
out in Studio City, I pay the

a visit.

Maybe I talk to the dad.

You're not going to bust him for drug
dealing, are you? No, we have no

in that.

Our main priority is make sure this
kid's mom gets home.

Safely. What about Migs? If he finds out
you're working a missing persons case

without informing him, he'll freak.

Captain Webb left him in charge.

Did he?

Did he really?

Or is that something Migs made up to
cover that?

To keep an eye on things?

Jesus.

We just opened up a big motherfucking
Pandora's box, didn't we?

Okay, all right.

We're both businessmen.

What do you want to make this thing go
away?

Wow.

Eso es bueno.

How much is this so -called asset worth?

I haven't actually had it appraised.

Tell me what you want to make this thing
go away.

Why don't you just give me a figure?

I can't give you a figure.

I have no idea.

Why don't you just show me what we're
talking about and I can give you a

No, no, no, no.

That's not going to work.

It's a very sensitive asset.

I don't want to expose it to too many
people. It might impact its value.

Maybe I should go visit Eddie.

Looks like he's with your prized
possession now.

Maybe he can show me.

$5 ,000.

$5 ,000 cash, and we both walk away
happy.

Come on, Lieutenant.

Based on how evasive you're being, I
figure you owe me a lot more than that.

Come on, this whole thing means nothing
to you. You can have, say, $7 ,500 for

doing absolutely nothing and taking no
risk.

You're picking my pocket here.

You should have thought about that
earlier.

I think I'm going to have to see exactly
what you've got there.

Would tonight be a good time to stop by?

Ten thousand dollars.

Ten thousand dollars. Tonight I'll bring
it wherever you want. Name the place.

Nah.

I'm too intrigued now, Meeks.

Gotta see for myself.

Now my associates and I will stop by
your house tonight at 8 and make sure

Eddie's there and no one else.

After we figure out how much you owe me,
he and I will have to have a discussion

about his future.

And don't let my niece's appearance fool
you.

I've trained her myself to take over the
family business someday.

And she's proven her value on a number
of occasions.

25 ,000, Emilio.

25 ,000! We're done, Lieutenant.

You should probably get out of here now.

Officer Campos is coming to pick me up
in a few minutes.

We gotta go protect and serve the
citizens from evildoers.

Not sure what she'd think if she found
you here, too.

Might get the idea you've fallen in with
a bad crowd.

Then who would she run to?

Eddie.

Eddie.

Eddie.

Eddie.

Pick up, pick up.

I was just going to call you.

We have a situation.

Yeah, I can't find Eddie. I can't find
Eddie.

What do you mean you can't find Eddie? I
mean, he gave me the pillbox like I

said. I sent him downstairs to wait for
you. Then I heard a noise and now he's

fucking gone.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

We're done missing Fitzgerald.

I just checked. She's fine.

God damn it, Jackie!

Didn't I tell you to tell Eddie to stay
there until I got back?

I did. I did. I swear.

Text me his number. I'll see if he
answers.

No. No. The phone is poisoned.

All right. Boost him up.

Boost him up. The phone is in the house.

It's got to be there.

Boost him what? Eddie's phone? What the
fuck are you talking about, Alex? Shit.

Something's going on.

All right. Hold tight.

Stay right there. Make sure you have
that gun with you.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

And make sure Mrs. Fitzgerald doesn't
get up and decide to take a stroll.

Can you do that, Jackie?

Can you make sure the unconscious woman
with Alzheimer's doesn't get up and

decide to wander off?

Fuck you, Alex! Fuck you!

I'm going, Jackie.

You can transfer to another facility.

Careful.

But Kevin just said I was going home in
a few days. What?

Kevin, your husband?

No, no, no.

No one attests to that's impossible.

You're being moved for your safety.

I mean, health.

You're going to see your husband soon.

And your baby.

I miss them so much. I know.

I know you should be with them.

I'm so sorry we had to put you through
this.

You're so sweet.

It's not your fault.

It's no one's fault.

It's in the genes of my family.

But I trust you to take care of me.

About you and Kevin, I totally love.

It'll be okay, sweetheart.

Don't be worried.

Okay?

We should get you out of here, Mrs.
Fitzgerald.

Please. Call me Fiona.

You're my friend.

My dear friend.

I am.

I am your friend, Fiona.