All language subtitles for Mom PI s02e12 Dig That Grave

Come on, Reggie.

Right here.

Come on. Come on.

Thank you for being so understanding.

I know it seems silly to be so attached
to a pet.

Not at all. Custody battles are never
pretty, whether it's children or pets.

Reggie's all I have to remind me of my
late husband.

He seems thrilled to be with you.

We've missed each other, haven't we?

Home at last.

Poor little Reggie.

Mommy's got to go to the hairdresser.

And all that hair makes your sinuses
clog up, doesn't it?

But I can't leave you alone again.

I don't suppose you could watch him?
Watch him?

Watch him? Oh, why not?

Oh, thank you so much for everything.
You're a very understanding man.

I try.

You remind me a little of my husband, in
a way.

Bring him by to the house a little
later.

Would you?

You're such a dear.

Mrs. Harding's here.

The lady from the cafe, her husband's
missing, remember?

Totally slipped my mind. Maybe another
time.

We had an arrangement, Bernie. An
appointment. I made sure.

She's a client.

I made a promise.

I didn't make a promise, did I?

No, I don't make promises.

Recommend another detective.

Another detective?

Wait a minute, Bernie.

I gave her my word. Well, things change.
Not my word.

It doesn't change. When I give it, I
keep it. That's me. That's Sally

a woman who keeps her promises.

She counted on me because I counted on
you.

Her husband is missing. Her dog ran away
this morning.

And she is having a very tough time.

Okay.

She's sweet.

Entertain her a little bit, would you?
I've got to make another call.

I'll do the dirty work on this one.
Promise?

Uh -huh, uh -huh.

Thanks.

Okay,

girls.

Now let's try it with a little bit more
energy this time, all right?

Remember, these characters will do
anything for a buck.

Hey, what's this?

Entertaining for a couple hours, right?
Then you drop him off at 1355 Francis

Street. Leave him with the lady. I got a
busy calendar, Vern.

I'm putting together something big.

Chick, this is a very attractive widow.
She loves show business, and I think...

She might be an investor.

Oh, really?

Okay, girls.

Try it with pitch and projection this
time.

Sally,

come on in.

Mrs. Malinhardy, Bernie Farker. Have we
met before?

I don't think so.

I'm sure I'd remember.

It's a pleasure.

She tells me it's a very delicate
matter.

What exactly is it that you'd like us to
do?

I assured her that you were very
discreet. The discreetest.

Some time ago, my husband and I got
divorced.

They'd been married for 40 years.

Long time.

He became infatuated with a rather
tawdry thing.

It was a whirlwind marriage. And, of
course, he immediately regretted it.

I'm sure the grass is always greener. He
left her eventually and came back home

to me.

Came back to his senses.

Of course, things with the other woman
became complicated and very nasty.

But now he's gone missing.

It's a very delicate matter.

When did he disappear?

I'm not exactly sure.

He's been dead for nearly a year.

Roses were his favorite.

Very nice.

I can feel he's not here. It's a... very
strong feeling of nothing at all.

An absence.

What you're saying is that you believe
your husband is no longer down here.

I'm certain of it.

You see, I believe in spiritual bonds.

My husband is still with me.

He's just not down there anymore.

Isn't there some request you could make
to the cemetery people to... Oh, I've

tried on several occasions.

They just think I'm mad.

Strange. They've assured me that he's
not been moved. They've even threatened

with a lawsuit if I continue to make
such claims against them.

If he's not down here, where do you
think he is?

I just need to be reassured.

I have this plot right here.

And we made a promise that we would be
buried beside one another.

I just don't see quite how we can help
you.

For $2 ,000, you provide proof that he's
still there.

Discreetly.

We can't possibly do that.

The discreetest.

I need to know.

We can hardly go digging in the middle
of the night.

I think what Sally's saying is that she
has other plans, but I, however, am

available all nights this week.

Oh, thank you so much.

When do you think that you could start
to... Depends upon the weather.

Oh, it looks as if it's going to clear
tonight.

$2 ,000.

Very generous.

I just need to be reassured.

I passed you something.

I've changed my mind. I'm not going.

I beg your pardon? You're not going?

You begged me on your knees. What about
this little old lady, you sweet,

fragile... I said that I would help find
her husband. I didn't mention anything

about digging up a casket. What happened
to that Sally Sullivan, huh? The Sally

Sullivan that kept her promises? Or
promises, not promises, when they're a

little inconvenient?

Great digging is more than a little
inconvenient.

Hi, Bernie.

Hey, Kim.

What's for the shovels? Well, we're
going fishing and we need to catch some

worms. Yeah.

Disgusting.

Stop me if you've heard this before, but
I'm going to do the dirty work on this

one.

Okay, okay, okay.

I'll hold the flashlight, but I'm not
doing any digging.

Hey. And what's with the shovels?

We're going fishing, and I know a good
spot to get some worms.

Hey, I know a great worm field just down
over there. Another time, Ray.

Don't watch the tube.

I'll see you later.

How long are you going to be?

What are you doing?

I'm trying not to step on anybody.

Oh, they really care a lot.

Look, I don't want to talk about it,
okay? Let's just find Mr. Hardy's grave,

get this over with.

First thing you got to do is lift the
turf and roll it back.

What are you looking at?

You. You seem to know exactly what
you're doing.

Would you prefer it if I didn't?

No.

Get under it a couple inches so that you
can get the shovel underneath.

How much deeper?

That much.

It's awfully shallow yet, isn't it?
Yeah, it is.

It's still warm.

I'm cold.

How much longer?

I've heard how much longer. I've heard
how deep is it. I haven't heard, can I

help you, please?

I said I wouldn't dig.

Bernie, I'll do the dirty work on this
one.

Here.

How much further?

I don't understand.

I mean, by now we should be at
regulation depth.

You did.

I'm sorry.

We're here.

Where? Now, I think the old broad is
right.

No, no, come on. They don't bury people
deeper than this.

He's not here, is he?

Mrs. Hardy, what the hell are you doing
here?

Oh, dear.

Oh, man.

Well, I just had to see for myself.

Here,

grab a seat.

Reggie was right.

Reggie was right.

Reggie? Her dog. Would you get the
thermos, please?

Everything is going to be fine.

It's all right. It's all right.

Reggie was right about what?

Well, it was Reggie who first noticed
that my husband wasn't here.

He could tell.

Oh.

My two loves.

Both of them missing.

Where on earth could they be?

Take a seat. He'll be right... Oh, here
he is now.

Just make yourself comfortable inside.

I'll be right with you.

What does she want from us now? She
wants us to find her husband.

Hey, Bernie.

Excuse us.

What are you doing with the dog? You
were supposed to deliver it. The lady

wasn't home. I had to catch a couple of
acts at the club. I had to keep him

overnight. Bernie.

A dog act? I don't know, Chick. It's
kind of old -fashioned, don't you think?

However, you're the kind of guy that'd
probably get him a booking.

Huh?

Oh, actually, I already told him to play
dead.

Play dead?

Hey.

That's terrific.

That's Reggie.

Reggie? Mrs. Hardy's missing dog. She
used to bring him to the cafe.

It's complicated.

I'll explain it to you. Take the door a
couple of minutes.

Five tops. I got auditions.

It's a long story.

The dog belongs to Mr. Hardy. That's the
dead guy that's gone mad.

How'd you get him? Mr. Hardy's second
wife lost the dog to the first Mrs.

in the will, so I got hired to... Steal
the dog. Return the dog. The second Mrs.

Hardy showed me a will where she got the
dog. Look, it's my Mrs. Hardy's dog.

Ah, Mrs. Hardy. So good to see you. What
happened to Reggie? I was expecting him

yesterday. I got him. Bernie.

My associate, Sally Sullivan. There's a
guy over your place right now with the

dog. If you hurry, you'll probably catch
him. Oh, what a shame. I was hoping

you'd be bringing him by the house. All
right, Jack Kathleen.

Give me a call. You have my number.
Thank you again.

To Mrs. Hardy. Both clients of the same
agency.

But what am I supposed to do? Turn down
the work? I got staff I have to take

care of. It's just a little conflict of
interest, don't you think, Vern? That's

me.

That's Bernie Fox, the man that goes
with the flow.

If you persist in your allegations, Mr.

Fox, I will take action against you and
your agency.

It's not necessary.

It's not necessary. In the 100 years
that my family has been in the business,

have never once lost a body, I assure
you. Well, that's very reassuring

I was the one asking.

What kind of a person would sneak into a
graveyard and dig up a loaded

coffin?

And where would they put it once they
had it?

You can't put it on your mantelpiece.

What kind of person would steal a
coffin?

I just asked that.

Now, what we got to do is ask you a
couple of questions, but delicately. I

be delicate.

Yeah, I'd like to see that.

Right now, just follow my lead.

Shh, you're home already.

What do you want?

Reggie, oh, you little darling. There
you are.

Can we come in?

I have a few questions that I'd like to
ask you.

Questions? What sort of questions?

Oh, questions about your husband and...

Mrs. Hardy?

The other, the other, Mrs. Hardy? I
refuse to discuss that, woman.

Mr. Barker, I thank you for your help,
but I believe our business is concluded.

Reggie!

Reggie, come back here now!

Um, there's still a problem about the
dog?

If I'm not mistaken, your husband's
favorite flower.

Well, I suppose.

I don't remember.

Quite the little digger, isn't he?

Like he's got something buried down
there.

Maybe his favorite bones.

I'm sorry, I just find it impossible to
discuss anything with her in this room.

I realize that, of course. My husband
did not want to be buried next to this

woman. I hardly think your rose garden
was his first choice. Sometimes the

second choices are the right ones.

Ladies, there's got to be a way to
resolve your differences. I found it

enough to share my husband when he was
alive.

It's not any easier now.

I made a promise to Franklin. And he
made one to me. That we would always be

together. He'd be by my side one way or
another.

Things change.

Not my promise to Franklin.

Or his word to me.

Sometimes the promise can't be kept
exactly, but it can be carried out in

spirit.

Have you ladies ever considered
timesharing?