All language subtitles for missing_s01e09_m.i.a

Why don't you just show them the video
Dad took of you being born?

Because they won't know that it's me.
You look exactly the same.

except you're not all wrinkled or
screaming or covered with gunk. Well,

Now that I think of it, you don't look
anything like that baby in the video.

you sure you're my sister?

Ha -ha! Now I am.

Okay, that's a relief.

That's Chex.

Hey, Doug.

Do you remember anyone named, uh, Juliet
Ginsburg?

Why?

That's not the name on your birth
certificate, is it?

No, uh, no. It's, um... Yeah, it's
nothing.

I gotta go.

I don't know. I always kind of like
Nick. He's smart, you know, kind of

Hey, guys.

What's up?

Nick Brand doesn't have the guts to show
his face here. That's what's up. From

the Detroit office and from Sonny's
graduating class at the academy.

Go ahead, Nick.

Okay, you finished first, so I guess I
need to finish second.

If they call that finishing, it's a
competitive little twit. Yeah, there's a

hail when people are like that. I know,
right? It's like a twisted little

revenge. What is?

Detroit asks us to take over a missing
person case.

Well, isn't that what we do?

I guarantee you this is not going to be
a real case.

This is going to be some guy who was
kidnapped by flying saucers or stolen by

leprechaun. No, something that is going
to make us look ridiculous if we try to

solve it and inept if we don't. And
Branton's going to be sitting back

at us. Sonny, listen, I understand what
you're saying, but until we know

otherwise, we have to treat Miss
Crowley's case like any other.

I was just a baby when my father died,
so Richard was the only adult male

in my life.

Well, adult.

He's only ten years older than me, but
when you're eight and your big brother

marches by in his army uniform, all
grown up and handsome... So it's your

brother you wanted to find, right?

Yes. Didn't I say that?

No, not in so many words.

That's Richard.

When was this taken?

Seventeen years ago.

But I remember it like it was yesterday,
because that was the last time I saw

Richard.

Okay, I'm a little confused here, Ms.
Crowley. You want us to find a brother

haven't seen in 17 years.

Oh, no, I saw him a few days ago. He was
pulling out of a gas station in

Detroit. So he's not missing?

I don't know if missing is exactly the
right word.

What's the right word?

I saw my brother the day before
yesterday.

But the thing is, he died 17 years ago.

This dream is real.

Take a look around.

The truth will be revealed.

This dream is real.

See it with the heart and your mind.

Is real.

See it with the heart.

And there was this soldier hacking
through the jungle with a machete. He

lot older than the picture, but he was
Rebecca Crowley's brother, Richard.

I think that means he's alive.

Anything else?

My father.

What was he doing?

Nothing. I don't think that it had
anything to do with the dream. It was

dream junk.

Okay, so I'm trying to come up with an
idea to get back at Special Agent

for sending that whack job in here. So I
was thinking...

What?

I think that Crowley's alive.

All right, so now we have to work on
Bratton's case.

Damn.

Okay, I'll get Rebecca Crowley back in
here and start a deep search on her

brother Richard.

You read my mind, honey. I guess this
one's rubbing off on you.

With Crowley.

Oh, thank you so much. For what?

For believing me. I didn't think anyone
would.

You're welcome.

Please sit down.

What do you know about your brother's
military service?

He was in Special Forces.

Airborne? Delta Force? Rangers?

Special Operations Aviation Regiment.

160th Night Stalker. That of Fort
Campbell, yes? Yes.

Were you in the military?

In a way. My father was a career
soldier. I was brought up in the Army.

So I'm guessing that you didn't have
much contact with Richard?

Well, yes and no.

We got a letter every week. No details,
though.

And then we got one last letter saying
he was going on a mission, and we never

heard from him again.

A couple of months later, two officers
showed up at our door.

Saying that he was dead.

In service to his nation.

What kind, where, why, who killed him,
we never knew.

I've been filing complaints for years
just to get some kind of proof.

And there was no body.

My mother insisted on a funeral anyway.

So we buried an empty box.

Carly, I've got to warn you that... When
people disappear for years, they often

have a reason.

So this is the guy we're looking for.
Richard Crowley.

Give or take a few wrinkles.

Anything else? Well, I pulled up
Crowley's army file. Not that they made

easy. And when I finally got in, there
was almost nothing in it, except that he

died in Bolivia. If a guy like Richard
Crowley is in Detroit, you gotta think

he's causing trouble.

There's something I need to know.

Where's Matiela?

And here's another strange thing about
the Crowley file.

That's so weird. I was able to get in
this way an hour ago. No, you weren't.

Because that would have required you to
hack through several levels of the

Army's computer security.

And in this era of interagency
cooperation, I can't imagine anyone from

violating our protected files when one
quick phone call would have answered any

questions you might have.

This is Major O'Malley of the Army
Criminal Investigation Division.

Major, Special Agent Brooke Hassel.

So, Major O'Malley, if we had made that
call in this era of interagency

cooperation, what would we have learned?

That Sergeant Crowley died in 1986.

It's such a belief that he's still
alive. We know what Rebecca Crowley

and she happens to be wrong.

We would have told you that, too, if
you'd asked.

What else would you like to know?

That's it.

Thank you so much for your help. If you
have any more questions regarding

Sergeant Crowley... We will come to you
first, absolutely.

Look, Brooke, I really don't want to
wrangle with the DOD. Are you sure you

anything? No, I'm not sure, but I will
soon.

Just keep a low profile, all right?

You know me, Alan.

That's why I asked.

Better get a move on. Where are we
going?

To Detroit. Last known location for
Richard Crowley. Any idea where in

Well, I was hoping you might help to
narrow that down.

Remember anything else from your dream?

No.

Uh, what I thought of Richard was pretty
scary.

I think he's probably a pretty violent
guy. He was threatening my dad.

Do you know why?

No. I told you, my dad did not fit in
the dream.

He didn't even belong in the
neighborhood.

Okay, so then take him out of the
picture. What's left?

There were two dogs, and everything was
in Spanish. Could have been Bolivia.

Could be.

There's an area of Detroit, though,
called Mexican Town.

Might be a good place to start.

Okay.

Those pedals two dogs we should come
here before that Michigan Redhawks, but

got to be 21 or older to get inside I'm
afraid I'm gonna have to ask you ladies

for some ID Oh Tell

me recognize this guy

Must be Matlock Matlock. Yeah, he's the
old dude. That's the big J yesterday.

He's big J

He's the ape who usually works the door.

Likes telling everybody about all the
gangsters he messed up with his fist of

fury. Then gets his ass kicked by Dick
Van Dyke.

I think Andy Griffith was Matlock.

Where can we find Big Jay?

He's contemplating a new career.

Is this the guy who put you on
disability?

You're talking to a former Navy SEAL,
baby.

They didn't teach me to be nice.

A Navy SEAL?

Where were you stationed?

I'm not a liberty to say.

Come on, there are only two seal bases.
Which one?

You know, the coast.

Pensacola? Yeah.

There are no seal bases at Pensacola?

Not that we let the public know about.

Gerald, the only seal you saw was at the
aquarium where you used to sweep the

floor. Come on.

Okay, I'll make you a deal.

You tell me about him.

And I won't tell my buddies in the field
that there's this guy out there who

says he's one of them when he isn't.
Okay, listen.

I can handle myself against just about
anybody.

But this old guy, he wasn't anybody.

He had training.

It's an Andrew Master assassin stuff. I
mean, he could have killed me with his

penis. But he didn't, so what did he
want from you?

He was asking about some G -string named
Amasiella.

When I said I didn't know who she was,
he used his black cards on me.

And then?

I sent him to see Dory Cortez.

She knows all the girls who work the
bars in this town.

Dory is a doll. She's just lovely.

You want to know who's suspicious?

Mr. Grimbaldi in apartment 611.

He gets packages and plain brown
wrappers every day, and he's swarthy.

Swarthy? Oh, yeah, very much so. And
what about Miss Dixon in 308? You know,

walks around her apartment completely in
the nude, and the Lancaster's in cute.

Stay here.

If there's anyone in here, come out
slowly with your hands up.

Looks like Richard Crowley got here
first.

What did he want?

What was he looking for?

Padlet. I've got this skinny on Dori
Cortez. She is a Bolivian immigrant

arrested twice for drug dealing, but the
charges didn't stick. Why not?

The cops were just squeezing her to get
information, but she wouldn't give up

her supplier, so they figured they'd
leave her on the street where they could

watch her.

Apparently they didn't watch her enough.
Thanks, honey.

We have to talk.

Alone.

Thanks, guys.

Richard Crowley isn't dead.

Dori Cortez is.

Now, maybe if you were more forthcoming
yesterday, she might not be. My time is

short.

We can spend it on recriminations, or I
can brief you. Your choice.

Please.

Crowley was flying air support on a
covert drug eradication mission in

17 years ago.

Eradicating drugs or the people who sell
them?

Both. His mission was to attack,
overwhelm, and destroy Bolivia's most

cocaine cartel.

But Crowley checked out before the
operation commenced.

He went AWOL?

The night before the assault, he
murdered a civilian, then disappeared

jungle. So why not declare him a
deserter and court -martial him in

instead of lying about his death?

As I said, it was a covert operation.

We couldn't risk disclosure.

Which is why we're taking over this
investigation.

Are you kidding, Major? You don't have
the authority to take over my dinner

reservation.

So unless I hear otherwise from someone
who does, this is my case.

You're making a grave mistake.

You weren't trained to take on Richard
Crowley.

He's a highly skilled special forces
operative capable of killing in ways you

haven't even imagined.

Which is why I have to find him.

What did she want?

To tell me Richard Crowley is alive and
a killer.

Oh, she's a little late.

Only by about 17 years.

I think I may have found what I've been
looking for.

Bolivian passports?

These are all young women.

Marcella Landovar.

Let's see if we can find her before
Crowley does.

This doesn't even feel like my dad.

It was just so weird.

I mean, my dad was not the kind of guy
who had a secret life.

I mean, I thought that he wasn't. You
don't know that he did. He wrote some

woman that I've never even heard of
checks every month.

That could be anything.

On a separate account, in his own name,
not in the account that he shared with

my mom.

Now you're jumping to conclusions.

He kept them hidden in the garage.

You got to stop thinking about this.
Stop worrying.

Yeah, well, it's not that easy.

I mean, this is interfering with my work
now.

It's leaking into my dreams.

I'm so tired.

Look, just go and get some sleep, and
we'll talk tomorrow, okay?

Okay.

Listen, I'm here if you need me.

I know.

Night.

What? I saw her.

I saw who?

Maciela and a lot of the other girls,
which means they're all missing.

Okay.

What else did you see?

Richard Crowley. He was hacking through
the jungle towards Maciela and the other

women. And they were having some kind of
a snowball fight.

Okay.

Snowballs? Cocaine?

The jungles could be Bolivia, and the
women, the women could be the next

victims.

Here's what we know.

17 years ago, Richard Crowley was on a
drug eradication mission in Bolivia. He

killed someone and disappeared.

Now he's here in Detroit looking for
Marciela Landovar.

Marciela is a Bolivian woman whose
passport, along with the passport of a

other women, was found in the apartment
of a dead drug dealer.

I checked with immigration.

Marciela arrived in the U .S. a month
ago on a commercial flight from Bogota.

She paid her tickets in cash, same as
the other women, some of whom have been

here as long as two years.

So you add that up, and what do you got?

You got a drug war.

I'm lost.

Well, Crowley was in Bolivia to stop the
kingpins.

What if he became one himself?

What if he's using these women to
smuggle coke into the U .S.? Now the

dealer who sent them here has their
passports and they're all prisoners.

Well, except for Marciela.

Who maybe decided to keep the coke for
herself or she cut a deal with Dory

Quartet. Or maybe she's working for one
of his competitors. And Richard's up

here to set things right. Hey, we just
got a hit off of one of the passport

photos. Emilia Orellana.

She's a match for an unidentified woman
who OD'd at a club in Detroit last

month. What club? Las Cazuelas. I'll
send you the dead woman's photo so you

show it around.

Hi. Special Agent Brooke Hadley, FBI.

Do you recognize this woman?

I'm asking you, not him.

Never saw her before.

She OD'd here.

I wasn't here that night. I didn't say
which night it was.

I still wasn't here.

I'm a federal agent.

What can you tell me about her?

It's dark in here. I don't see a lot of
faces. What about dead bodies?

She died here.

I just serve drinks for him.

I have work to do.

No one seems to want to talk to me.

Badges scare people.

So do you.

Am I scaring you?

No.

Of course not.

Because I'm Kino Salazar.

I'm a people person.

Everybody likes me.

I like everybody.

Eh?

Including her?

I never saw her before. I guess you lose
track of the girl through O .D. in your

club. Is that her?

Oh. I only saw the body bag.

Sad.

Isn't it?

Sunny, I need you to get me a rundown on
Kino Salazar, the owner of the Las

Casuelas nightclub.

ASAP, please.

Thank you.

I've seen that waitress before, in a
dream.

I have, too, on a Bolivian passport.

Well, isn't there something that we can
do for her? She's scared. Even if I were

to go back in there and pull her out of
the club, the best thing I can offer is

deportation. Back to Bolivia.

So we're not going to do anything? We're
going to find Richard Crowley and make

sure he doesn't harm any more women.

Hazard requesting backup at Water Street
in St. Antoine.

She must be nothing coming down here
alone.

She's not alone.

Richard Crowley.

Open the bag.

You seem nervous.

You're supposed to give me the bag.

Where's Messiella?

In there.

You get the bag when I have Messiella.

That's not what the deal was.

You can try taking it from me.

Where the hell are you guys?

Jeff, get out of the car. What are you
going to do? Go behind the dumpster and

wait there. Go!

I've got nothing to say.

See, Richard, I think you've got plenty
to say about how you went AWOL from the

160th, about your cocaine operation in
Bolivia and the young women you hired to

mule the stuff into the state. I don't
know what you're talking about, and

neither do you.

See, the thing is, though, these young
women, they start thinking that they

should be in business for themselves
with your stuff.

Women like Dori Cortez.

Excuse me.

The late Dori Cortez. Nice theory.

Have any evidence?

Aside from the eight kilos of coke we
found on you?

No.

But I will soon.

Thanks to you.

Me? Mm -hmm.

You led me to my star witness.

I wouldn't even know she existed if it
weren't for your persistence in looking

for her. There is no witness because
your theory is not true.

What was her name?

Mm -mm -mm. What was it?

Matiela.

Have you found her? I will.

And I will use her to put you away
forever.

I'm ready to confess.

Thanks for coming.

You sounded so upset on the phone.

Yeah.

I've never held back like this before.

I've always told them everything that
was in my dreams.

This is just so personal.

You have a right.

I'm sure it has nothing to do with the
case.

Well, what does it have to do with? I
mean, first I find these checks that my

dad is writing to Juliet Ginsburg, and
then I start seeing him with a woman in

my dream. I mean... Sometimes a dream is
just a dream.

Even for you.

But this is my dad.

And things used to get really intense.

Around the house, my brother couldn't
tell what was real and what was in his

head.

And my mom was all in denial about it.

I can't even imagine.

But my dad was amazing.

I mean, he was always patient and always
loving and calm.

He got us through it.

He sounds great.

I mean, even after he died, just
thinking about him was enough to help me

it together.

And if I lose that, I just... Whatever
your dad might have done, it doesn't

change who he was when you needed him.

Yeah.

But it might change the way that I feel
about him.

I'll confess to anything.

Whatever you got. Everything.

The coke, the girls, Dory's death.

Write it up. I'll find it. Did you kill
Dory Cortez?

No, but I was responsible.

She was holding a kilo of coke for Kino
Salazar.

I took it from her to use as a
bargaining chip.

Kino wasn't happy. Killed her. Next
question.

Hold that thought.

No.

Crowley was about to tell me everything.

I'm sure he was.

But I have a court order remanding him
to military custody.

He'll be court -martialed.

If by some miracle he manages to avoid
execution, you can interrogate him then.

Alan, I just need a few more hours.
Otherwise, we lose the opportunity to

a murder and shut down an international
drug operation.

I have a U .S. marshal here.

I'm taking my prisoner.

This is a serious question of
interagency jurisdiction, which is way

pay grade.

Major, why don't you come to my office
and we'll find someone high enough up

can make this decision.

It shouldn't take more than a few hours.

You ready for my confession? I'm

ready for the truth.

Tell me about Marciella.

Leave her alone. I'll tell you
everything. Is she your wife?

Is she your girlfriend?

Does she just run your local business?
What?

She's nothing. Leave her alone.

I think she's more than nothing. You
were willing to trade Kino his eight

for her. That's what you were doing at
the factory, right?

I said keep her out of it. I'm going to
find her, and I will erect her, and I

will bring her in. You can't. Yes, I
can.

Who is Marciella? She's the only reason
I have for living.

She's my daughter.

You're disconnected.

It's about fathers and secrets.

Um, nothing, no. I was, uh, thinking out
loud.

Thank you, General.

I understand.

Is there something you need to know
about Richard Crowley?

Tell it to Major O'Malley.

He's her problem, though.

Alan, listen.

There's a man named Kino Salazar.

He runs the Detroit nightclub at the
front for a drug operation.

He lures young women up from Bolivia
with free plane tickets, and he uses

to smuggle in cocaine.

I don't see what this has to do with
Richard Crowley.

Maciela is Richard Crowley's daughter.
He came up here to find her. Now, along

the way, he cracked open Salazar's drug
organization. So we have the chance to

take Salazar down, rescue the young
women that he's been holding captive,

nail him for the murder of Dory Cortez.

Crowley can help us do that.

When we're done with him? When you're
done with him, he will be dead, along

12 women.

But my hands are tied here.

The court order says we have to turn him
over to Major O'Malley as soon as she

gives me the IAPTP.

The what?

The Interagency Prisoner Transfer
Protocol with the proper signatures. You

that on my desk, he's all yours.

Is it really necessary?

Rules and regulations.

I know they can be inconvenient at
times, but if we start breaking them,

kind of message does that send to the
rank and file?

I'm sure you understand, Major.

Perfectly. Congratulations. Everybody
against the wall. Hands on your head.

Where's Kino?

He's not here. Where can I find him?

You can spend the next few days in jail
rehearsing what you're going to say at

your deportation hearing, or you can
answer my questions and then get the

out of here.

Where is Marciela?

She came in here this afternoon, looking
for Anna.

They left together.

Go.

Sonny, I need an APB on Anik's car.

It's already been found.

Where?

Agent Hazlitt?

Yeah, how you doing?

Forensics come up with an experiment?

Yes.

Only one body?

No sign of the driver.

Got anything else?

There wasn't much that was recognizable.

Let me take a look at what you got.

Richard, do you recognize any of these?

That's my daughter's bracelet. I gave it
to her.

We found it on the body. I'm sorry.

That's all. We have to go on. The
remains were very badly burned.

Are those photos?

Yes, they are. Let me see them. I don't
think that would help.

I've seen many things like that before.
Too many times. Let me see them.

So what's your next move?

We find Kino Salazar.

We got nothing on Salazar. What we have
is a military deserter and a wanted

murderer caught with a duffel bag full
of cocaine.

I learned two interesting things in
Washington.

One, there really is an IAPTP.

Well, of course there is.

Two, it's the Interagency Pension
Transfer Protocol, which allows

employees to maintain benefits while
switching jobs.

This may be of interest to you sooner
than you expected, Agent Coyle.

I don't understand how I made that
mistake.

Perhaps General Wallace can explain it
to you. He's the angry -looking man

sitting in your office.

Major, Crowley was telling the truth. We
confirmed it with the Bolivian

government. That's irrelevant.

The crime we're arresting him for is
murder, desertion, and flight from

prosecution.

Take the prisoner to our plane.

How bad is it?

The army had taken their grievance
straight to the director.

You uncovered a drug smuggling
operation?

Yep. I've got the op -op's report on
Marcella Landovan.

Your office is depressing.

Anything stand out? She broke her leg
when she was a kid, and whoever said it

did a lousy job.

Was it bad enough to give her a limp?

Oh, yeah. It looks like it.

It wasn't Marciano who had killed her,
it was Anna. But why would Kino kill

and keep Marciano alive?

Kino's killed everyone who's led Richard
to him. But by killing Marciano, that

wouldn't slow Richard down, it would
just spur him on.

We've got to tell Richard that his
daughter's alive.

Richard Crowley escaped custody.

We're off the case, Brooke.

So fire me.

I'm going to stop the killing.

Whose? Kino Salazar.

Sonny, what's his address?

Well, he has several. He's got a house.

In Livonia, a condo downtown, a yacht
named the Blue Orchid.

The Blue Orchid was in my dream.

You didn't mention that before.

I didn't think it was important.

He was going to kill me.

He's a filth, in fact.

I wouldn't hurt anyone. That's right,
you're a people person. Get him out of

here.

You okay?

Come on.

Let's go, come on.

I gave Anna my bracelet so she'd help me
get away, but then Kino found us and...

I'll need you to testify to that,
Marcella.

Anti -smuggling.

I didn't know anything about that. They
tricked me.

Did you think they were just handing out
free tickets to America?

Didn't occur to you that there might be
a catch?

I didn't care.

Why were you so desperate to leave,
Marcella?

Do you hate me so much? I don't hate
you.

I hate our life.

Always moving, always lying, running
from something, something I don't even

know.

I didn't leave.

I escaped.

I wanted a life somewhere else.

Anywhere else.

Seventeen years ago, I did a terrible
thing.

I killed a man.

But it was war. You were a soldier.

It was a bar fight. I was drunk.

He slapped the waitress.

I hit him. He fell the wrong way and
broke his neck.

I should have turned myself in, but I
was afraid, and I just ran.

After that, I just kept running.

And made Mama and I run, too.

Too, she couldn't run anymore.

I'm so sorry, Maciela.

I'm tired of running.

Time to stop.

I will testify.

If you do, you can't go back to Bolivia.

Kino has too many friends there.

Excuse me.

Richard.

Rebecca? Oh, I always believed you were
alive.

Goodness.

Jess.

You mind telling me why you didn't feel
like putting on everything in your

dream?

It was personal stuff.

About your father?

Yeah. I didn't see that it connected.

You can't be sure that it didn't.

Well, that doesn't make it any less
personal.

Jesse, you have to tell us everything.

Otherwise, it's almost like you're
withholding evidence.

Who says that I have to tell you
everything?

I mean, I didn't ask for this, all
right? It just happened.

But these are still my dreams, and this
is my inner life, and I don't have to

share all of that with anyone.

That's true.

But part of the reason why... You know
what? I can't talk about this right now.

I have to go.

Hunter, where are we going?

Surprise.

No, I'm not in the mood for surprises
today.

Okay.

You see that house over there?

Yeah. That house belongs to Juliette
Ginsberg.

Sonny. I just, I asked her for a favor.
Don't worry, I didn't tell her anything.

No, I cannot talk to this woman. I mean,
what if it's something... Why, worse

than all the things you've been
imagining?

I doubt it.

You're Joe Mastroianni's daughter.

Jack, isn't it?

You know who I am?

Well, I've seen pictures, and...

Joe talked about you all the time.

He was so proud of you.

All the time?

How long was this going on?

Twice a week, every week for 17 years.

Three o 'clock to 3 .50, Tuesdays and
Thursdays.

What, you couldn't even take a whole
hour? You had to keep it down to 15

minutes, like some kind of a shrink or
something? Just like one.

No,

but why would he see a shrink? I mean,
he was fine. He didn't have problems. I

would have known about it. I can't tell
you what his problems were.

Even though he's dead, I have a duty to
protect his privacy, and I've probably

said too much already.

What's... Was he happy?

Well, he was a complex man.

I can tell you that much. There were
certain things that he battled with.

Things. Well, if he hadn't died so
suddenly, I'm sure that he would have

confided in you. There were issues that
he felt were important for you to know

when you were old enough.

Issues about him?

About me? I wish that I could help you.
I really do.

Well, but you wanted me to know. I'm
sorry.

I believe that if there was something
Joe felt it was important enough for you

to know...

He would have found a way to get that to
you, no matter what.

What do you mean? Did he write something
down? What?

It was nice to meet you, Jess.

I wish you well.

So that wasn't anything like you
thought?

No, it wasn't.