All language subtitles for Memphis Beat s02e08 Identity Crisis.eng

Give it back! Fix it!
Put my money back!

I already told you!
There's nothing I can do!

You don't get out of here
until you make things right!

Stop! Stop!

Hey, hey, hey!
MPD!

Put the bat down now.
Sir, you need to put the bat down.

I ain't going anywhere
until I-

Till I get
what I came here for.

Just tell me
what the problem is.

What's the problem?!
This bank stole my money!

They ripped me off,
and I'm losing my house!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

My name's Dwight.

All right, what's your name?

Mark.

All right, Mark.

Whatever's going on,

I'm sure
coming down here with a bat

seemed like a good idea
at the time.

Don't you patronize me.

Stand down!

Is this how you want it
to go down...Mark?

You got family, right?

I got a son- Jake.

How old's your boy?

11.

Mark, you wouldn't be acting like
this if he was here, now, would you?

No.

Because we both know
this doesn't make any sense.

His mom already took him
to live in Texas.

If I lose my house,
I got nothing.

I understand.

I'll talk to the bank,

see if I can't help you
sort this thing out.

All right, nobody here
wants to shoot you.

Just do me a favor
and put the bat down.

Put your hands up.

Up.

I could see him
getting madder and madder.

Finally, he stormed out
and came back with the bat,

and that's when I hit
the silent alarm.

Any idea what set him off?

His checking and saving accounts
were recently emptied.

He claims
it was identity theft.

Was it?

According to him,
someone from the bank called

and asked to verify his account
numbers and passwords.

Soon after, he says
his money disappeared.

But you guys didn't call him?
No.

And his claim with the fraud
department was rejected.

Kind of hard to make a house
payment when you got no money.

His mortgage is not with us,
so that's out of our hands.

Well, when you say it
like that,

grabbing a bat
starts to make sense.

I followed
the proper protocols.

Mr. poole, we managed to get you
out of this without a scratch.

I want you to do me a favor.

Have your people take
another look at Mark's account.

Sure.

Hello?

All right.
Appreciate the call.

What's going on?

Well, mama missed
her painting class,

didn't show up for book club.

Nobody's heard from her.
I got to stop by her house.

Mama, you in there?

Mama?

Stop your pounding,
Dwight. I'm here.

You just...
Come back later.

Mama, are you okay?

Why aren't you
answering your phone?

'Cause I don't want
to talk to anybody.

Mama, if you don't open
this door, I'm gonna kick it in.

Mama, you got people worried-
Especially me.

I'm sorry.
I'm just fine.

You can see.
So, bye now.

Mama, what happened?

Nothing.

Tony.

What'd Tony do?

He dumped me.

No reason, no explanation.

I thought I'd found someone,
and...

Like that, he's gone.

Hey. Everything all right
with your mom?

Eh, yes and no.

What's that mean?

Well, Tony broke off
their engagement.

That's a good thing, right?

It's not like
you ever liked him.

True, but he made mama happy.

What are you gonna do
about that?

Nothing.
None of my business.

What'd I miss?

I'm not sure.

The lady from the bank got here
about 20 minutes ago.

Gentlemen, you are now working
an identity-theft case.

This is Allie Thomas from
the bank's fraud department.

Hi.

Turns out Mark Hayden
is one of 30 people

who all had their accounts
cleaned out.

Anything you need
from Memphis South, ask me.

Well, for starters,
why didn't you catch on sooner?

We're a local bank

and don't have the resources
of the big boys.

Which is a nice way of saying
they beat your security.

Okay, everybody here
is on the same side.

First things first-

Let's figure out
how they chose the victims.

We'll need all the information
you can give us

on the compromised accounts.

'Course.

Is there...Someplace
I can get online?

Maybe.

We steal our wi-fi from
the bail bondsman next door.

? I'm goin' to Memphis ?

? where the beat is tough ?

? Memphis ?

? I can't get enough ?

? oh, well,
it makes you tremble ?

? and it makes you weak ?

? gets in your blood,
that Memphis beat ?

Found these in the printer.
Figured they belong to you.

Thanks.

Anything else you need?

No, we're okay, Sutton.
Thank you.

Oh, um,
I noticed that you tried

grouping the people by zip code,
area code, alphabetically.

Yeah, we did.

And we're not seeing a pattern.

Um, what's this last column?

Those are
their account numbers.

Looks like your clients
were called in the order

of their account numbers,
from lowest to highest.

Which means that
whoever conned these people

is working from a list
generated within the bank.

It's an inside job.

Good work, Sutton.

I think I found
your inside man.

Roy Smith. We interviewed him
as a witness.

I remember him.
Why the red flag?

Roy logged into our computers

while Mark was going crazy
with the bat.

He accessed client accounts.

Where is Mr. Smith?

He was here a minute ago.

This is his desk.

Why don't you go
take a look around for him?

Roy Smith.

28 years old, Hampton street.

Got his social security

if we need to run
a background on him.

Check this out-
"Roy Jones."

Oh, so that's his real name.

Hmm.

Roy Martin.

Roy Douglas.

Or none of the above.

Roy Smith as an identity
dead-ends seven years back-

Exactly the amount of time
you need on a background check

in order to work at a bank.

His landlord said
he moved in four months ago,

right before he got hired.

He's been setting up this con
for a while.

Mark and his baseball bat

must have thrown a wrench
into the plan.

They find anything else
at the apartment?

Well, the tech boys said
it's been wiped clean,

but I talked to the neighbors.

They say he had a woman
living with him.

That's interesting,
'cause some of the people

that were scammed
were called by a woman.

Could be we're after
a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.

It was a long night,
but all bank clients

have been notified
about the telephone scam.

Speaking for the bank,

we're glad to let them know
MPD is on the case.

Well, have you had any luck
tracing the missing money?

When it was taken
out of the accounts,

it had to go somewhere.

The records show a series
of wire transfers and EFTs.

It'll take me a while
to untangle them.

That's why my daddy
never trusted banks.

And why the entire Sutton clan

operates
on a strictly cash basis.

What'd y'all do?
Put the money in the mattress?

No.

That would be silly.

Didn't expect to see you again.

Well, then I'm happy
to disappoint you.

Hey.

You seem like
a straight-shooter.

How much trouble am I in?

Oh, quite a bit.

Waving the bat around
will get you assault.

Cornering the bank manager
the way you did,

that's the same as kidnapping.

I never would have hurt nobody.

Well, if we can catch
the con men,

it should settle down
the bank and the d.A.

They might be inclined
to drop the charges against you.

Really?

I'd call it
a best-case scenario.

Check in with you later.

Oh, detective?

One more thing.
Um...

I used my phone call on it,
but I didn't have any luck.

What is it?

My son keeps a hamster
at the house.

If Harry dies
while I'm locked up...

I don't think
Jake will ever forgive me.

A hamster?

You better explain yourself,
or I'm calling the cops.

I am the cops.

Mark's gotten himself
into some trouble.

You guys friends?

Uh, well, I live next door.

What are you doing here?

He asked me to feed Harry.

Who's Harry?

A hamster.

Oh.

You're looking for this.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Harry owes you his life.

What kind of cop
feeds hamsters?

You've met a few who don't?

That's shameful.

Well, I expect you have
better things to be doing,

so why don't I
look after Harry?

You sure you can handle it?

If I need backup,
I'll call you.

Who's he?

Gary Harris. Owns a copy shop
on the east side.

An informant of mine

put him at the top of the list
of Memphis forgers.

Can we tie him to our con man?

Barely.

We found plastic bags
with "Gary's copy shop"

printed on them in Roy's trash.

I bet he made Roy's IDs.

Gary seems like a smart guy.

Go appeal to his intellect.

All right.

I need you to settle a bet
for me, Gary.

My partner thinks
you're an intellectual,

but I happen to think
you're an idiot.

I'm confused.

Because only idiots
would do business

with assholes like this.

And I know
he was in your store.

Well, lots of people
come into my store.

That's not an answer.

I want to know where he is,

and I want to know
his real name.

I-I-I don't know
the guy.

Gary, I know that you make
fake IDs for college kids.

And for every one I find,

you're gonna get
one year in prison.

And that's the good news.

Because when I find
this con guy here

without your help,
using one of your fake IDs,

that's interstate wire fraud.

Hello, feds.
Hello, homeland security.

You're gonna be like a little
bug on their windshield.

He goes by "Roy."

What, like it says
on the license?

That's more idiot talk!

He...Came in yesterday
and used a rental computer,

accessed his e-mail,
printed something out.

So, it should still be
on your store server?

Mm-hmm.

That's pretty good thinking.

I guess I lose.

What did you find
at Gary's copy shop?

Roy e-mailed himself
a list of bank clients.

We got to think
they're potential Marks.

Anything significant
about the group?

They're all premium accounts,

but none of these were scammed
the first time around.

Roy and his partner
can't be dumb enough

to keep trying the same ruse.

No, but this list was important
enough for him to go after

when all hell was breaking loose
in the bank.

Something's coming. We just
don't know what it is yet.

The bank said
they warned their clients,

but we'd better do it again.

You're detectives
investigating identity theft?

Yes, ma'am.

Has anyone been
in contact with you

in regard to your accounts
at Memphis South bank?

Two detectives
already came by yesterday.

Memphis police?

Yes- Same as you.

I volunteered to be part
of a sting operation.

What kind of sting?

Well, they're using
my bank account as bait.

Well, they said there was
a $25,000 reward in it.

N-not that I wouldn't do
my civic duty anyway.

You recognize him?

He's the detective in charge.

Whew.

Tony?

Hey, Dwight.

You gonna punch me out?

It's crossed my mind.

Yeah.
I expect I deserve it.

Here's Paula Ann's stuff.

You owe my mama
better than this.

Dwight,
this is breaking my heart.

Believe me, I'm doing
what's best for her.

No, you're doing
what's best for you.

No, I have never loved anyone
like I love Paula Ann.

She means everything to me.

All right, then what happened?

I got a call from a...Friend
In Arizona.

I lived there
before I came here.

T-there's a warrant out
for my arrest.

What are the charges?

Embezzlement.

Oh.

There was a woman I dated

who says that I loaned myself
some of her money

and didn't pay it back.

Just so you know, I never
took a dime from your mom.

All right,
so how much are we talking?

If we pull together, maybe we
can straighten this thing out.

No, now that she's come forward,
there'll be others.

Damn, Tony.

I know.

I already made arrangements
to turn myself in

to the local sheriff here,

so they're...They're
shipping me back to Arizona

in a couple of days.

No, I mean...

Well, I respect you
for facing up to it.

I know I don't
have to ask this, but...

Keep an eye on her for me,
would you, please?

She's...

She's some kind
of special woman.

Bonnie and Clyde
are posing as cops?

They're asking people for help
catching the bad guys,

offering a reward.

And the big fish turn over
all their account information

thinking it's evidence.

Admit it- It's genius.

Criminals with badges
is nothing but dangerous.

Well, at least we got a
description now of Roy's partner.

No I.D. Yet,
but we're still checking.

If Roy's not working
at the bank,

how are they
stealing the money?

Using the stolen
account information

to clone debit cards.

And buying jewelry, coins,

Stuff
that converts easily to cash.

Yeah?

We got a hit.

What hit?

We had the bank
flag their accounts.

We know where
Bonnie and Clyde are.

Let's go.

That's them, all right.

The woman wanted to buy a $5,000
rolex for her boyfriend.

And what happened to your head?

Well, when her bank card
got denied, she wanted to go.

But the guy got angry.

He flashed a police badge,

and I said,
"I can't swipe that."

I take it he didn't appreciate
your sense of humor.

Yeah, I thought
he was ready to beat me down.

Lucky for me, the woman
dragged him out the door.

We've been focusing on Roy,

but maybe it's his lady
who's calling the shots.

Sounds like there's trouble
between them.

You get a look at their car?

Yeah, a four-door, blue.

Uh...lt was a rental.

How do you know that?

The license-plate holder
had the company's name.

We matched the name
on that rental.

It's one of Roy's IDs.

The car's from a company
out by the airport.

Does it have GPS?

I asked. No luck.

So take Roy's picture

to the rental companies
in that area,

then run his aliases to see which
ones he's done business with.

Okay.

Uh, why?

These people are smart.
They've been spotted.

They're gonna want
to switch vehicles.

And they won't go
to the same place twice.

It's our chance
to get a step ahead.

Still don't understand
how I got picked for this gig.

I don't fit the type at all.

It was your idea, buddy.

And I fit this type
less than you do.

Yeah, well, I don't care.
In one hour, we're switching.

Dude, consider me indisposed.

Hello.
May I help you?

You better.

The car you rented me out there
smells like a wet dog.

I want a new car,
and I want a free upgrade.

Now!
Move it, Buster!

J-just one moment.

Hey, you better hop to it,
whitehead.

You don't want trouble
on your first day.

Bite me, would you?

What was that?

Oh, nothing.

Do you have the slightest idea
what you're doing?

Would a little bit of competence
be asking for too much?!

Sir, I'm doing the best
I know how, okay?

Yeah, way to turn on
the old whitehead charm.

My colleague
will take care of you.

So now I have to explain myself
all over again.

Great!

How can I help you?

Well, you can start by renting
me a car that doesn't smell.

Hello. One moment.

Yes, sir.
"Yes, sir."

She's here.

I'm in a bit of a hurry.

No problem.

In fact, I'm gonna make you
a special deal.

Actually, um,
I'm so pressed for time,

I'll- I'll-
I'll come back.

Ma'am?

You need to get your hands up.

And, sir, you need to be nicer.

Everybody, have a great day.

What am I doing here?

I-I don't know
who you think I am.

There's the problem.

I don't have any idea
who you are.

Well, that's crazy.

You took my driver's license.

And your fingerprints match
a lot of names

in a lot of states.

Want me to list them?

Y-you have me confused
with somebody else.

This little act
may have served you

in the backwaters
you worked till now.

But this is Memphis.

What are the charges
against me?

Identity theft,
wire fraud, bank fraud,

impersonating a police officer,
for starters.

Oh, I bet it's that last one
that really bothers you.

No.

It's you stealing other people's
money that pisses me off.

Money was here.
Went over there.

Nobody got hurt.

This is Mark.

He is a father
barely making ends meet.

And now
he's about to lose his house.

I got dozens of others-

Real people, very real,
suffering because of you.

I know what you're thinking.

You do?

Mm-hmm.

"Keep my mouth shut,
do my time,

money will be waiting for me
when I get out."

But you are looking
at a very long stretch, honey.

That Roy is a fine young man.

Do you really think
he's gonna be waiting for you?

Don't forget- We still got
cobbler for dessert.

Pecan?

Yep.

Tony's favorite.

Tony doesn't get the pecan
cobbler in the breakup.

Don't give him that.

Thank you, Dwight.

After dinner, we can head over
to the lamplighter.

The renegades are playing.

Tony took me dancing there
just last week.

Then we'll go somewhere else.

Excuse me.

Y'all right in there, mama?

No, Dwight, I'm not.

I can't let you
go on like this, mama.

I don't see
what's to be done about it.

? Sunny ?

? yesterday, my life
was filled with rain ?

? sunny ?

? you smiled at me
and really eased the pain ?

? now the dark days are done ?

? and the bright days are here ?

? my sunny one
shined so sincere ?

? sunny, one so true ?

? I love you ?

? sunny ?

? yeah, thank you
for the sunshine bouquet ?

? ooh, sunny ?

? thank you for the love
you brought my way ?

You're not playing fair,
Dwight.

I-I don't want to be
cheered up.

That's what favorite songs
are for.

The thing about Tony
ending it like this,

I'll just always wonder
what I did wrong.

I love a man who brings me
coffee in the morning.

Thanks.

Um...Have you ever been
to a stock-car race?

Uh, you know-
Fast cars, cold beer.

It's pretty fun.

I thought maybe, um...

Well-
You call for us?

Yeah.

Um...

Allie says all those
wire transfers were just smoke.

The money Roy stole from the
first group of bank clients-

We tracked it down.

We find that money, we find Roy.
Where is it?

They moved it to a dummy account
and withdrew it as cash.

They got almost $200,000.

Video confirms
that Marie posed as a customer

to make the withdrawals.

How did the bank
not know about this?

She always went to Roy, and he
was able to cover their tracks.

It's time for her
to start talking.

Back off!
Break it up!

Hey, hey!
What's going on?

We're trying to work that out.

Starting trouble is not
gonna help your cause.

I was minding my own business.

Talk to the riffraff
over there.

What's your problem?

She called me a whore.

Easy mistake to make.

I'm no whore!

Hey! You need
to just simmer down.

What's she in for?

Disorderly conduct-
She ran a stop sign,

then mouthed off to the officer
that was giving her the ticket.

I stopped- I swear.

And her bail's been made.
All we got to do is process her.

Do it.

You best
keep these hellions apart.

I have more questions for you.

Hey, hey.

Before you go at Marie again,

Roy's committed another crime.

A new scam?

Flashed his badge
at a jewelry store,

told the owner he had a tip
about a robbery.

This guy's bold.

Owner goes in the back, sees Roy
cleaning out the display cases,

grabs a gun, they trade shots.

Anybody hurt?

The owner took one
in the shoulder,

but he said he got Roy, too.

Without Marie by his side,
Roy's coming undone.

And with a badge and a gun,

it won't be long
before he kills somebody.

Witnesses
outside the jewelry store

confirmed
that Roy took a bullet.

Get his picture out
to clinics and hospitals.

We're already on it.

This is what I can't figure.

This was
a tight, clean operation.

Sophisticated financial scams.

And now Roy's knocking off
jewelry stores like he's broke.

You're right.

There's something to this
that we're missing.

I want that something
in my pocket

before I talk to Marie again.

You got it.

Thanks for all of your help,
Sutton.

It's been a real pleasure
working with you.

Oh, same here.

Hope we get to do it again.

That came out wrong.

My boss is very happy
we were able to resolve the-

Thanks.

The financial side
of the crime.

What do you mean?

Now that we have a paper trail

for the fraudulent activity,

we can file an insurance claim.

So the bank clients
will get their money back.

Eventually.

What about Mark Hayden?

The guy with the bat?

He's sitting in a cell
on some serious charges,

and his house
could still get taken away.

I mean, he's the reason

we even found out
this was happening,

and it's not working out
for him.

Did you call 911, doctor?

I recognized him from the
picture our security posted.

I got so nervous,

but I don't think
I gave anything away.

How bad is he?

It's a through-and-through.

You sure he's still here?

That man's not going anywhere.
He's in pretty bad shape.

I'm calling for extra units.

Do you have video surveillance?

Whitehead, check it out.

Roy! You got
nowhere to go, Roy!

MPD! Roy!

Go!

We were this damn close.

I have an apb out on the car,

but they'll have a new ride
before the hour's out.

You're positive it was the same
girl from the holding cell?

Absolutely positive.
She was booked as Amber Smith.

Whatever her role
in the scam's been,

Amber's kept a low profile.

Or do we think Clyde's just
found himself a new Bonnie?

If that was true,
they'd be long gone.

They're sticking around
for a reason.

Amber got herself arrested
so she could talk to Marie.

Why?

Marie knows
where the money's stashed.

Roy and Amber don't.

I've been circulating Roy's
picture to neighboring counties.

A deputy remembers
arresting him last year-

Under a different name,
of course.

What for?

Apartment-rental scam.

He leased a place in brownsville
15 times in the same day.

Made bail, then jumped it.

Brownsville. There's something
about that in her file.

Marie was arrested there,
as well.

Maybe they got ties
in the area.

If so, that's where
they could be hiding.

Off you go.

Afternoon.

Is this still
the Minetti Residence?

Yeah.

Sorry for the intrusion, sir.

Memphis police department.

What do y'all want?

Sir, this address is listed
in an old arrest report

for a Marie Minetti.

Do you know her?

So that's
what she looks like now.

She's family?

That's my daughter-
Ana Maria.

Haven't seen her in 20 years.

And what about this guy here?
Is he from around here?

We believe his name is Roy.

Whatever his name,
I'd know him.

Who is he?

My grandson.

That's Maria's boy.

I'm not interested in talking.

It's obvious to us

that you are the brains
behind this little outfit

and that only you know
where the money is.

Well...

I'm not saying I do or I don't.

But a girl's got to
look out for herself.

We talked to your daddy.

I know Roy is your son.

Now you know
why I got nothing to say.

He got shot today trying
to knock off a jewelry store.

Put a bullet in the owner,

and he took one himself-
In the gut.

He all right?

How would I know?

Ever since you been locked up,

he has gone
completely out of control.

So you can just sit here

joking and smirking
all you want.

But your son is going to die
before you do.

I didn't want this life
for Roy.

All you've done
is drive him deeper into it.

This...

This run in Memphis
was supposed to be our last.

I thought if we took
a big-enough score,

we could get out-
Go legit.

You told yourself that
and believed it?

He listens to me.

It's that girlfriend, Amber,
who's trouble.

Nothing's enough for her.

Well, you're in here,
and she's out there with him.

So it comes down
to one choice, Marie.

You can keep quiet,
and Roy will die.

You help us bring him in,
and your son has a chance.

Just considering this is
crazy, for all we know,

they've got some kind
of code with each other.

She's gonna tell him
where the money is, and pfft!

We'll never see him again.

You got any other options?
I'm fresh out.

It's the lieutenant's call.

Her son's been shot.
I think she's done lying.

Here.

Thank you, officer.

Yeah?

It's me.

I'm renting a jailhouse cell,

so I don't have much time.

What's our next move?

It looks bad.

All right,
let's see what bail is.

Amber said our take from the
bank should probably cover it.

Yeah, I'm sure she's got
my best interests at heart.

I won't run out on you, mom.

Okay, just tell me
how to play this.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Roy.

I love you.

I never said it much
or showed it, neither, but...

I do.

Remember that.

I don't like the sound of this.

I want you and Amber
to get out...

And not look back.

No way.

It's the only move
you got left.

The money's in the trunk
of a silver dodge.

Where we pulled
our first racket.

I don't want to leave you, mom.

Goodbye, Roy.

Mom?

Mom.

Am I a carnivore?

Nope.

Do I have fur?

Yep.

Ah!

Do I have, uh,
opposable thumbs?

Technically, no.

Am I a lemur?

All right, all right.

Suspects have arrived.

Go, go, go, go!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Roy, you need
medical attention.

Let us help you.

I'm not going to prison!

Take a look around, Roy.
You don't have many options.

You're gonna
have to shoot me, then!

Eh, your mother wouldn't be
very happy about that.

We said we'd do our best
to bring you in in one piece.

Did she cut a deal?

What'd she get out of it?

All she wanted was
another chance to see you again.

You really got your mind set
on dying today?

We need a paramedic!

Why didn't you just shoot me?

'Cause it's easy
to give up on people.

I don't know if this is
such a good idea, Dwight.

I was trying to go along with
keeping your troubles quiet,

thinking it was good for mama.

Which is exactly what I want.

Look, it's not working, Tony.
You need to man up here.

I'd hate to hurt her
any more than I already have.

Look, better she hear it
from you

than read about it
on the Internet.

Come on.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.
You're right.

She really brought out
the best in me.

It's just too late.

Oh, no.

Eh, eh, mama.

You need to listen to this.

Oh, I can't handle it
right now.

Maybe tomorrow
you can talk-

Mama, there won't be
a tomorrow.

Oh, my God.

I've only got
a few minutes, Paula.

Please...
Hear me out.

Tony, what did you do?

I'll leave you be.

Sutton.

Hi.

Allie. Hi.

What are you doing here?

I thought about what you said,

and the bank
treated Mark wrong.

So I talked to my boss.

The president
wrote up an apology.

That's- That's nice.

But I'm not sure
how much that'll help him.

We also called
his mortgage lender

and worked everything out.

He's not gonna lose his house.

That's great.

Um...

Listen, Allie, um...

I was wondering
if sometime you might want to-

Yes.

I would.

Awesome.

Um...

Here's my card.

My...Cellphone number's
on the back.

Whew.

Cool.

I'll, um, I'll give you a call.

Hello again.

Detective.

I just came by to let you know

Mark's gonna be
coming home soon.

Oh, good. He find a way
out of his troubles?

Yeah, it worked out
as best it could for him.

Well, that's good.

So, how's Harry the hamster?

Oh, you know,
he talks too much,

but other than that, he's fine.

All right, then.

All right.

Well
I appreciate the, uh, update.

It's not the only reason
I came by.

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