All language subtitles for Bronx.SIU.S01E04_English

[bustling city]

- [Police Radio] 186 Bleaker
Street and apparently

it's secure for ground level.

Okay, we got a result.

[police radio communication]

- [Detective] Looks like it was
a

pretty good trip from up there.

What's that, four floors?

- Yeah, I guess he's not
going to be collecting

any frequent flier miles though.

Sorry, that was unprofessional.

- Oh, an apology?

You know, I knew a guy from
Co-op city

who actually walked away
from a fall like this.

- Are we gonna talk?

- That boy bounced like a tennis
ball.

Two fractured ribs and some
bruised pride,

but other than that, he was
fine.

- So you think I'm fine.

Is that what you're saying?

- The secret was Jamaican yams
for breakfast each morning.

- What?

- You know that's what Hussein
Bald eats?

Are you fine?

When you're ready.

- Thank you.

- But be ready soon.

Till then, it's the yams.

[laughing]

- I know you're not trying to
compare

this street thug to a world
class athlete.

Come on.

- Oh no, no, no, no, I'm telling
you.

It's the yams.

- Get out of my face.

- What is that?

Vomit?

- There'd be a lot more if it

happened on the way down though.

- Call Tessa.

And tell her we need a full
work-up.

- Me?

What happened to your boyfriend
Tarik?

He can't do it?

- Just get a full damn work-up,
please.

He stepped up, all right?

- [Detective] Yeah.

- Tell Tessa we've got an
interesting one.

- [Detective] Yes sir.

Yeah, um--

[radio communication]

[dramatic instrumental music]

- Our victim is none
other than Serge Roslev,

former Russian diplomat and
worked as an

assistant deputy to
the Russian ambassador.

Here's him three years ago.

Known associates listed
are Anton Kreschev,

also a former Russian diplomat.

- Great, so he's a Russian
spy or former Russian spy.

- Somebody watches too many
movies.

- What he's Russian.

They're all spies, no?

- He's not a spy, no.

He defected to the U.S. because
he quote,

loves the country.

He's a slum lord,

owned several tenement
type buildings in Queens.

Apparently they're just real
dumps.

- The American dream is alive.

- We also have a restraining
order on one

Josh Carpenter, former tenant.

Apparently, Mr. Roslev asked
Josh's wife

to pay their rent via the
bedroom.

[chuckling]

Seriously, no comment?

- Seems like a fair form
of currency these days.

- [Detective] See what did I
tell you,

the American dream is still
alive.

- Well, apparently Mr. Carpenter
tried to return the favor

of hospitality with
the swing of a machete.

- Where do we find the
scorned lover in his machete?

- I thought you'd never ask.

Right here, please stay
off the grand concourse.

Seriously, you guys, this one
seems like a fire cracker.

- Oh, I love the forth of July.

All right, you hold down the
fort,

I'll call Tarik, tell
him to take the neighbor.

I've got Kruschev.

- And I'll go talk to his wife.

- [Detective] All right, good.

Stay in touch.

Run everything by Tessa.

- Yes, sir.

- [Tessa] Hey.

- [Detective] Yeah.

- [Woman] Look, are you okay?

- I,

yes, thank you.

- Seriously, you missed all last
week.

What's up?

- I was, I, I,

I was sick with the flu.

- Sick?

- Yeah, thank you though.

Um, I gotta, the wife.

- Yeah.

- Mrs Roslev, I'm sorry for your
loss.

Thank you for seeing me.

- Of course.

Please, come, sit.

My husband was not good man.

He was very loose with his
money,

his mouth and his you know what.

- Hm, like most men.

- If he was only as bad as most
men.

- Did someone want to hurt him?

- He bring me here from Siberia.

I was very starving artist,
dreaming of America.

- Not dreaming anymore.

- I can't complain.

I had nothing, and now,

something.

This place, it's my
sanctuary, away from him.

My paintings, my music,

my garden.

So, I learned to look away.

Most of the time.

- Who wanted to hurt
your husband, Mrs Roslev?

- He make many enemies.

I tell him all the time.

Shut your mouth, open your ears,

but you know these men.

They don't listen.

- Hm.

I'm listening.

- [Man] Thank you for meeting
me away from watchful eyes.

- Of course, sir.

So I just want to get this
straight.

You uh,

you both came from Russia
at about the same time, yes?

- Yes, I worked under him.

I actually came on the same
flight.

We cried to leave our homeland.

- But you stayed.

- We found love with America.

- Your resignations were
about a month apart?

- Politics change.

What was once acceptable no
longer becomes acceptable.

He and I thought that a quieter,
smaller life was better.

- Who would want to hurt Serge
Roslev?

- I never knew the man to harm a
fly.

We don't see eye to eye on
everything,

but he was a gentleman.

[phone buzzing]

- If you will excuse me, I
have to get back to the office.

- Of course.

Busy man, yes?

- [Detective] Yes, yes, I'll be
in touch.

Thank you for meeting with me.

[car signal beeping]

- Mr. Carpenter?

SIU, I'm Detective Tarik.

I've got a couple questions for
you.

- What the fuck do you want?

- Let's try this again, huh?

NYPD, Special Investigation
Unit.

- Yeah, I heard you the first
time.

Just because you're a cop
doesn't mean

I gotta kiss your ass.

- I think you need to
calm down, young man.

Plus you got a little
something on your breath.

- Yeah, well why don't you
take your fuckin' badge.

[clanging]

- You're coming in with me.

- Now Jamie, we're all
confident that you can

put this investigation
down swiftly and quietly,

which is why they're all here.

- The field work is very
impressive.

We've taken notice.

- And you are?

- I'm here to help.

- I'm guessing FBI?

I mean, I know a CIA spook when
I see one.

And judging by how
quickly you all gathered,

I'm guessing that somebody down
at

the state department started
yelling?

- They're here to help, Jimmy.

Listen to this.

[recording of Russian
conversation]

- That sounds like Russian.

What are we listening to?

- We keep records and tabs
of all our former diplomats,

like Mr. Roslev, especially one
with a

questionable past like his.

- Well it seems Mr.
Roslev, he has a particular

taste for women and he
loves to brag about his

exploits and his conquests,

but what got Uncle Sam's
attention was a

little clip about funneling
profits

from a Russian oil company.

- I'm starting to smell a rat.

- The problem is, Mr. Roslev
shut down the conversation

and never picked it back up
at that particular point.

- That's a bit paranoid for
an upstanding businessman.

- Well, I recently received
an email containing

wire transactions from
an offshore bank account.

- That's convenient.

- We also received some emails
with some

very interesting names on it.

Tessa will get all of those
emails to all of your teams.

- So, you want me to
connect the dots because

you can't be involved?

- Just solve this quickly.

- What's new?

- Tessa, can I get a copy of
that tape

and an English translation?

- Already on it, boss.

- Thank you.

Anything else?

- Keep us in the loop.

- What's going on?

- Officially? We're solving a
murder case.

- And unofficially?

- I can tell you that we're
working with the CIA and the FBI

in a joint effort with
Russia to flush out someone

funneling money through various
offshore nameless accounts.

- Can you do that?

- No, but.

- Okay, well Tarik's got
someone that you should talk to.

- We should also check out
Waylen Johns,

the owner of the Stardust night
club.

- Uh Tess, um,

can you excuse us for a minute,
please?

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

- What is this?

Are you benching me?

I'm fine.

Jimmy, I'm fine.

I need to work.

Let me work.

Let me do my job.

- Take Waylen Johns.

Just be careful.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Mmhmm.

[sighing]

- Look, I told you before,

I wish I could have bashed
that fat Russian's face in,

but I didn't.

- My bad.

- Can I have one?

- Sure.

Let's all get relaxed up in
here, huh?

- He tried to screw my wife
and turn her into a whore.

I'm glad he's dead, but I didn't
do it.

- Then who did?

Gotta give us something.

- Piss off.

I want my lawyer.

- Why do you need a lawyer
if you didn't do anything?

- You know man,

you know man, Nicks, best
pizza in the BX, hands down.

- I beg to differ on that one.

I'm going with Joey's over there
on Dryer.

- Joey's?

Yeah shit, I don't expect
that coming from you, man.

You crazy.

All right, anyway.

My point is it's important
to know your pizza joints.

Hm?

Cause when you walk through
those doors,

you know what to expect,

cause you been there before.

- What in God's name are
you guys talking about,

man, come on.

- See, I been here before.

And I know you are a violent
mofo.

So what do I expect?

Violence.

Because that's all you
understand.

See I think he did the tango
with your little Taylor Swift

and I think she really, really
liked it.

I think she liked it more than
you--

- Jimmy, Jimmy.

Jimmy, chill.

- Who you protecting, huh?

- No one, no one.

[grunting]

All right, all right, look,
look, look, look, look, look,

she slept with him, all right?

I kicked her out.

- Real lover boy, huh?

- I was mad, all right?

What would you do?

- What else?

- [Tarik] Jimmy!

- Listen, talk.

- He's got friends, all right?

I don't know who.

They scare me.

But I didn't do it.

- [Tarik] Shit.

- [Jimmy] That location better
check out.

- It will.

Maybe you can take me to Nick's
after.

- [Jimmy] Say what?

- Look, go down and talk to the
Arab guy

who runs the Stardust nightclub,

down on Boston Road, okay?

He had some major beef with him
too.

- Look, you're good to go, all
right?

I'll get an officer to walk you
out.

- Thanks.

[upbeat electronic dance music]

- [Detective] So let me get this
straight,

you did threaten to kill Serge,

you just didn't mean it.

- No, I meant it, okay?

I'm just not that stupid.

Son of a bitch comes in here,

six hookers, buying bottle after
bottle.

Go,

Get.

And then he flashes
his big black Amex card

and it declines.

Then he tells me, oh no,
it's okay, don't worry.

I'll be back.

I'll take care of it.

- You approach him about it?

- Listen lady, I threatened
to call the police.

He says he has diplomatic
immunity

and if I did it, he'd send
the IRS to pay me a visit.

He also said things about the
KGB.

Look, he was drunk or high or
something.

I don't know.

I don't know if he's full of
shit or what,

but later that night, some
guy comes, he pays the tab.

- Some guy? What guy?

You get a name?

- Listen lady, I don't
ask questions, okay?

I'm a businessman.

- You are, aren't you?

Running a lot of businesses.

Running girls, running drugs,

running pills behind the bar.

Wayland, I'm homicide.

I'm here for the bodies.

- It wasn't me.

- So show me your surveillance
cameras.

- Okay, okay.

Everything's there.

Let's go.

Glad somebody killed
that fat piece of shit.

Wasn't me.

Go.

Have a look.

- This everything?

- Jimmy, Jimmy, what was that
back there?

- Whatever it takes, right?

- Is that how it is?

- Yeah, I don't apologize.

Why you asking?

- I was just wondering.

- Did Zakia talk to you?

- Who?

No, Jimmy, I'm on your team.

- Hey man, if you on my team,
be on my damn team then.

- I'm with you.

- Jimmy, your wife's here to see
you.

Do you want me to bring her
back.

- Oh, yeah please, buzz her in.

- Hey, just the man I came to
see.

Jimmy Blue, you've been served.

- Here?

You're doing this here?

This is a B.S. scare
tactic and you know it.

- Well maybe.

Care to change your statement?

You know, maybe Darius will.

Everybody that's involved is
going down.

- Baby, I wanted to give you
some--

- Hey sweet--

- Come clean or I'll bury you.

- Fuck you, Robert.

- Ma'am.

- Babe, Jimmy.

I told you I was seeing other
people.

What do they want?

Don't you go away.

Don't wall up, not again.

Talk to me.

- I'm not going anywhere.

I just can't do this anymore.

- Right.

Hey, Yolanda,

Jimmy, come here.

One sec, chief.

Look, we found a bank offshore
in Nevice.

We think that they're
stashing over $16,000,000.

Yes, chief.

Go for it.

- Yeah, apparently the
Kremlin's investigating him too.

Chief, something just doesn't
feel right.

We're being handed everything.

- I'm starting to feel like
a pawn in some bad game.

- [Chief] That's not the worst
of it.

We got this today.

Tessa.

- Two tickets to paradise.

You're in this case, Nevice.

- You've got to be shitting me.

- [Chief] Neither side
can approach officially or

unofficially, but the
answers are in that bank.

- What, and two cops working
a murder can follow the money?

Rattle some cages and then both
sides can

turn their fricken heads?

- [Chief] Plausible deniability.

- But chief, we're still
working a murder that

happened on our turf.

- [Chief] Tarik and Tessa can
handle it until you're back.

Make me proud, guys.

- I'm on it, chief.

Yeah, I'll get right on it.

Thanks.

- What's going on.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Jimmy,

are you okay?

- I'm fine.

- Good, cause I'm going to
go get beach body ready.

[phone ringing]

[engine roaring]

[cheerful island music]

I could get used to this.

- Same here.

Uh oh.

- Uh oh.

- Here comes trouble.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- So I'm thinking he's not
expecting us.

- Probably not.

- You know, I was thinking Serge
Roslev,

if he's siphoning money from
Russia,

that means he's still
got good friends there.

- Or he could have still been
blackmailing

somebody back in Russia.

- Maybe he never stopped working
for the Russian government.

- He sure picked one hell
of a banking spot though.

- Beautiful and corrupt.

Let's never go back.

- Cheers to that.

- Cheers.

- Let's take a walk, check the
place out.

- Okay.

[waves crashing]

- You ready to have that talk
yet?

When you're ready.

[cars honking]
[city bustling]

[tired breathing]

- Girl, you are going to be
fine.

You are going to get through
this.

Besides, I am going to be the
sexiest hands-on titi ever.

Titi mina, yes.

- I don't even know
how to change a diaper.

- I attend the University of
YouTube.

I know how to do everything,

one minute, I know how to do it.

- I'm not keeping it.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm not keeping it.

I broke up with Jimmy.

He found out I was seeing
someone else.

- Was it serious?

- That's not the point.

I hurt him and I saw it.

There is too much, I.

- Listen, take it from me.

The regret never goes away.

It never leaves you.

It's always with you.

- I can't do this, I mean, I
can't.

Not without Jimmy.

- Screw him then.

- That's what got me here.

[laughing]

- True, touche.

It's all good.

Your yoga's horrible, Boo,
let's get this together.

You should go to YouTube
and learn yoga too.

Come on.

[bustling city]
[horns honking]

[waves crashing]

- You have great instincts.

You do, you're better than me.

You're a better cop.

- Jimmy--

- [Jimmy] Just saying.

- Just wait.

When I was young,

some really

bad stuff happened to me.

It happened for a really long
time.

And um,

my dad--

- You want to talk about shitty
parents?

Both of my parents were drug
addicts and left me for dead.

But I got lucky and I got
adopted.

My father was one of
the best damn detectives

New York's ever seen.

My mother,

she was a beat cop.

15 years on the force.

- Is that what made you want to
be a cop?

- Maybe, maybe not.

- You know, Jimmy,

the things that happened
to us when we were little,

they mold us,

make us who we are and then

we have to fight for the rest of
our life

just to live with it.

- Living with it,

living with it.

See, that's the whole point.

By living with them,
you're still fighting,

you're still here.

All right, to live with them
means you

get to spit in the face
of all the bad things

that were done to you and it
doesn't have to define you.

- What if I lose?

What if I'm lost?

- Bullshit.

You know why it's bullshit?

Because you're still here.

You're right here.

Listen to me, my mom,

she ran into the second tower
as soon as it fell down.

My dad went right in
after her to rescue her.

Neither one came out.

- [Woman] Oh, Jimmy.

- They taught me to
always do the right thing.

All right, to help.

That's why I became a cop.

And I am telling you,

if I can stand here and stay and
fight,

you can fight.

Yo, look at me, you can
make sure that this never

ever happens again to another
little girl.

Look at me.

You can do that.

You hear me?

- I can do that.

I can do that.

Hell of a talk, Jimmy.

Shit.

- You ready to go get
some police work done?

- Um,

you need to talk?

- Let's get some work done
first, okay?

Come on.

[cars honking]
[bustling city]

- I appreciate you getting
me out of that home, son.

I was going stir crazy in there.

[chuckling]

- Ah, no problem, pop.

- Yeah, I look forward to
Sundays, man.

I don't know how many more
of those I got left, right?

- Hey, I told you about that.

My pop's living to be 100 plus.

[laughing]

- It's just another chapter,
son.

In a book that never ends.

- Amen to that.

- Okay.

I can tell by the sound of your
voice

that something is wrong.

You haven't been yourself today.

[sighing]

- Just a lot going on at work.

- Well, isn't that the way you
want it?

I mean, when isn't a lot
of stuff going on at work?

- Well when is doing the right
thing

considered the wrong thing?

- What do you mean by that?

- What I mean, pop, is that
we have all these people

in the office that are in high
position

and presidential positions that
is dictating our every move.

I'm starting to feel like
we're pawns in their game.

- Are you going to get the bad
guy?

- I hope so.

- Hm, I did a good job with you.

- Did you now?

- Yeah, I think so.

Okay, what else?

- I mean nothing, it's just
you know, that lie just keeps

getting pushed back
more and more and more.

- Yeah.

Oh, your new boss?

- [Son] Yeah.

[laughing]

- You were all starry eyed
when you first got that detail.

Now you don't talk about it so
much.

- Hey, but the man was
getting results, dad.

- Mm mm, you're not him.

- I know.

- Remember this, son.

As soon as you lose
yourself, you lose for good.

- That's food for thought.

- Yeah.

- [Son] Speaking of food,

can I finish making these
sandwiches?

I'm sure you're hungry.

- Yeah, help yourself.

Know what you're doing?

- So this is what Russian
mob money buys, huh?

- Is this place even open?

It's empty back here.

- Excuse me, what are you doing
here?

You can't be in here.

- [Jimmy] Ramon Thomas?

- [Thomas] Yes?

Can I help you?

- Ramon Thomas of Nevis
Security and Exchange?

- Look, I don't have time for
this.

We're opening up a casino soon.

You need to not be here.

You need to leave.

- Serge Roslev.

That name mean anything to you?

- Who are you?

- Believe it or not, we're with
the NYPD.

Special Investigations Unit.

- You're cops.

- I don't understand.

- Serge Roslev is dead.

- You have to help me.

I'll tell you anything.

But I want out.

And you tell them that I want
out.

- Sure, we can help you,

but you need to tell
us everything you know.

- About two days ago,
Serge's wife came in,

cleared all the accounts.

Seemed normal, but I figured
they were just cashing out.

But you're telling me he's dead.

Who knows?

- How much money are we talking
about?

I mean, what was coming through?

- Millions.

It's definitely millions that
have been coming through,

fast, from Russia, to
Russia, and other places.

- What'd they buy with it?

- I don't know.

I really didn't want to know.

- Selling secrets?

Former diplomat, a lot of
connections.

- Yeah, it's still a murder.

Here's my card.

I'll be in touch.

I'll have somebody reach out.

- Hey, this place is
gonna look really nice.

I bet there'll be a lot
of Russians that come by.

[whistling]

- Woo, you guys can thank Tarik.

After your call from your
vacation,

he started tailing her.

Very cute couple.

- [Jimmy] What we thought,

Serge was the one with the hot
pants.

- Oh, you never know.

- But this gave them motivation
to want

Serge out of the picture because

they were both signers on the
account.

- This is why she closed
the account, Jimmy.

They're not spies.

She's gonna run.

You think she knows where
the money came from?

- Oh hell yeah.

I think she knows a whole lot.

Ain't that right, fellas?

- And I think I know what
you are going to ask me.

- Oh yeah?

What's that?

- To help you find her.

- Yes please, like yesterday.

- I'm on it, but it's
just cause I love ya.

- Ah, let's go.

- Yup.

Bye, don't miss us.

- Yeah, hey, good work on
the photos, by the way.

- Oh, anytime, anytime.

Absolutely, man.

- Mmhmm.

- [Man] Any word?

- [muffled confirmation]
See, what'd I tell you man?

Best slices in the city.

Man, get in there.

- Hold on, let me see
what you're talking about.

- [Jimmy] Get in there.

- Let me see what you're talking
about.

Let me see.

- Mmhmm, mmhmm, badow!

- It's okay.

- Okay?

- It's okay, but remember the
spots that I told you about?

I don't know, this is kind
of on some poison tip.

- Poison?

Poison.

- Jimmy, Jimmy, hold on. Wait.

Hold on, man.

[police radio communicating]

- [Jimmy] Tess,

Tess,

Tess!

- Yeah, in here!

- Hey, do you have the
toxicology report on Serge?

- Oh, I doubt it.

Our new friend showed up
before his body was even cold

and carted it off.

- Reach out, you tell them we
need

a toxicology report like
yesterday.

- What's going on?

- Look for poison.

Think outside of the box.

- Yeah, got it.

- I don't know.

I think I'm ready.

To,

I don't know just, I feel ready.

I feel ready to fight.

Um,

so what's next?

You know, what do we do?

What do I do next cause I'm
ready.

- We dig deeper.

And when you're ready for that,

that's exactly what we'll do.

But for now,

how about we focus on today?

Who you are today

and you'd like to become
tomorrow.

Yeah?

- Okay.

Okay.

I can do that.

Yeah.

And it was--

[cars honking]
[bustling city]

- Sorry, we're clearing
all the cold case files

from the file room.

- What don't you do?

- I don't make a lot of money.

That's something that I don't
do.

- You're singing to the choir.

Well, what do we got here?

- So the tox reports came
back from our Russian friend.

The fall wasn't the cause of
death.

- It wasn't?

- No, and I wanted to do a
cross check with my sources,

but they found a compound in his
blood.

- Tell me you know what the
compound was.

- Oleander poisoning.

- Like the plant?

- Mmhmm.

Mostly found in California,
highly poisonous,

but if you go and you find it
there,

it's really deadly and I,

don't know why everybody in this
precinct

is so psychotic and reactive.

[cars honking]
[bustling city]

[clanking]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[creaking stairs]

[sighing]

- Okay.

Oleander.

Tessa.

All right, Tessa.

[whispering]
Oleander.

Oleander.

[sighing]

[phone signaling]

[clicking]

[typing]

[phone signaling]

Oleander.

Grew it on your roof,
killed your husband with it.

Only in America.

[grunting]

- You can't prove nothing.

Soon, I will be gone.

- Oh, but I can.

I got her taking money out and I
got

the records to fucking prove it.

- But where is the money?

It doesn't matter, it's
not happening here.

The money is not happening.

It was done all perfectly legal.

You have nothing.

You know nothing.

You won't, you won't kill me.

- No?

[grunting]

- In about 20 seconds, two angry
Russians

from Russia about about
to walk through that door.

- Bullshit.

- Bullshit?

Let's see about that. Huh?

- Okay, okay, okay, no.

Take me with you.

- You got about 10 seconds, boy.

- No, no.

No, no, please.

I had nothing to do with
the dealings in Russia.

- Where is she?

- We chartered a plane.

Please help me.

Help me.

- Shut up.

Stop!

I said stop!

Now we're both on the clock.

And unless you want me to call
my partners

waiting downstairs for
my go to come up here

and get this party
started, you'll fall back.

Let's go.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[cars honking]
[bustling city]

- He deserved to die.

- Might be true, but we don't
get to make those decisions.

Mrs Roslev, you're under arrest

for the murder of your
husband, Serge Roslev.

You have the right to remain
silent.

Anything you do, say, can and
will

be used against you in a court
of law.

You have the right to speak to
an attorney

and have an attorney present--

[cars honking]
[bustling city]

[somber piano music]

[phone ringing]

- [Answering Message] Hey,
this is Detective Darius.

I'm not in right now.

Leave a name and a number

and I'll get back to you.

[suspenseful orchestral music]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[blinking]

[growling]

[evil laughing]