All language subtitles for No Activity s04e03 Magnolia.eng

That's Magnolia, the grill man.

All right, I'm going to go in. What? No,
I'm going in. No offense, but you look

like a cop. No offense, but I look like
an FBI special agent, which I am. You

look like a cop dressed up as an FBI
agent for Halloween.

You are way too thirsty for that candy,
man. No, let me go in. No. Look at me. I

just look like a Rego steak boy patron.
And you know why?

I am one.

Right. This is not an undercover
operation, okay? Don't be that guy.

What guy? This isn't an undercover
operation guy.

This isn't an undercover operation.

It could be. We just need to talk to
him. Yeah, so let's do that.

Undercover. How does that work? He
already knows your face. That's the

challenge. We go deep undercover.

No. Real character -based shit. Flex
those muscles. No. You'll be Hank from

Tennessee, and I'll be Linda from
Chicago. That's not happening, Rizzoli.

of this is happening. Well, then, you
know what?

I'm out. Oh, you're out? Yeah, I'm out.
Good, because that's what I wanted you

to be in the first place. I'm going in
alone.

You know what? You are really pushing
this will -they -won't -they thing, and

it's just too hard, all right? Just tone
it down. Excuse me?

It'll happen or it won't. Stop forcing
it. Okay, enough.

I'm going in by myself.

Oh, that makes me hot. All right, stop
forcing it. Stop it.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, hey, could you get me a fake Diane?

Well done, please.

Magnolia?

I've been expecting you. You have? And
if you think I'm ever going to call you

dad, you're sorely mistaken.

I think you've been expecting someone
else. You're not Renee? No, I'm FBI

Special Agent Cullen, and I'd like to
ask you some questions.

You're a cop? You do not look like a
cop. Yes, I'm FBI.

I see.

What I've been expecting you to... Okay,
can we just go, please?

Oh, and... Could I please get a steak,
Diane?

Yes, I'm doing it! I'm doing it now!

Well done.

Okay. Are you feeling any good? Can we
get you anything?

I'll take a creme brulee.

Unless there are any specials I should
know about.

No, we don't do that.

All right. Any souffle will be fine.

No, we have water or coffee.

Hey, coffee.

That's what I want.

Thanks.

Okay, so, tell us about the collective.

For 14 months, I lived in that hellhole
before I escaped.

It's hard for me just being this close
to that place.

We understand.

I mean, I don't. Shh!

You want sugar? What? No sugar!

I'm sorry.

I'm just... I'm on edge. It's okay. It's
okay. You're in a safe place.

Now, what can you tell us about life in
the cult? Is there anything

incriminating that you could tell us
that we could use against them? Is a

drug lab incriminating enough? Depends
on the drug.

Ever wonder why there's so many children
running around? No.

Please say they work the drug lab.
Please say they work the drug lab.

Yeah. They work the drug lab.

Narc. Excuse me? You're being a narc.

Magnolia, if you could go back in there
and get footage for us. You can't ask me

to go back in there.

I put it all in the basement.

And I threw away the key.

Right, but we can help you.

All right.

I'll go to the basement.

Colin, do we have a basement?

Shut the fuck up. Okay.

I'm going down the stairs.

I'm at the door. Okay.

That's locked.

Yeah, you threw away the key.

I did. Well, I tried. No, no, no. Think
carefully. Is there a spare somewhere

under a mat or in one of those fake
rocks?

Wait.

It's not locked. It was just jammed.
Great.

Now I'm wondering what that key I threw
away was. No, don't worry about that

now. Okay. I've opened the door. Yeah.

Yeah. Oh, there's some water damage.

That's what must have caused the door to
swell. I should look into that. Okay.

Yeah. Don't do that now.

Okay. I see it now. Okay.

Everything that happened to me inside
the collective.

There.

Oh, it's not good. No.

It's bad.

Yeah. Oh, it hurts. Oh.

Oh, you're hurting me.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Terry ruined my life.

Exactly. Now, don't you want to help us
take them down?

I'll consider it.

But only if you could help me with my
payback.

Yeah, that's what this is, payback. No,
I want payback.

Payback on... Oh, leg cramp.

Payback on my brother.

I want him gone.

Whoa.

Cut to commercial.

Hello? Sue?

Who's there?

Hi, I'm Madison.

You there?

Mm -hmm. Cool.

I'm your kid, and you're on laundry
duty.

Uh, I'm sorry?

Laundry duty is in the basement of the
main building. I see. And how does that

make you my kid?

You applied to have a child in a
collective parade.

We did?

Well, congratulations.

It's a girl.

What? This is how it works?

Yep. That's how this works.

Okay, this seems crazy.

I haven't met Terry yet. My wife has
been gone for two days now. And sorry,

how old are you?

Fifteen. Fifteen?

You actually look older. Let me guess.

You wanted a baby?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Man, I heard that everyone's obsession
with babies.

How fucking overrated. Okay, I'm sorry.
My wife, Sue, really has her heart set

on a baby.

She can't have children.

Medically, it's not possible.

Sorry, I don't mean to upset you.

That's cool. I can take it.

I'm a big girl.

Yes, you are. Look, apparently the
decision is final.

I already asked Terry for a switch.

So you've met Terry, too?

Everyone's met Terry, except me.

Nothing on the books. But that's good.
You and Terry chatted, and this is

is it? I'm not happy, either.

I had my eye on a couple that owned two
AT quads.

Not one.

Fucking two.

I don't even know what that is. All.

Terrain quad bikes.

I see. And you like quad bikes, do you?
Yeah. They fucking rip.

You got one? Quad bike?

No. Yeah, I didn't think so.

Well, fucking sucks to be me, I guess.
That's enough with the casual swearing,

thank you, Madison.

It's not cool, and it doesn't make you
seem mature.

So if anyone should be upset here, it's
me. I came here for a new life, and it's

been very trying, but Terry obviously
put us together for a reason.

I believe the mature thing to do in this
situation is to give it a go.

Agreed?

Hmm.

Use your words, please.

Yeah.

Right. Then let's go do some laundry,
which I truly hope is code for some sort

of surveillance operation.

How tall are... Doesn't matter. Not
important.

We hear you about your brother, and we
understand. No, I don't understand. What

does he owe you? Millions.

But it's not about the money anymore.

I want him gone.

Gone like dead? I didn't say dead.

You said dead. No, we're not offing
anyone.

Exactly. You can't say that. Nor can we
do that. Right.

That's what you have to say.

JFK, 9 -11, Bay of Crabs, I get it. You
mean Bay of Pigs. The Bay of Crabs makes

the Bay of Pigs look like the Bay of
Geese.

Oh, yeah.

I heard about that. No, you haven't.
What did your brother do?

Rizzoli, could we just stay on? Nothing
much.

Just stole my life from me.

When I turned three, my mom and dad gave
me a kid's tennis racket for my

birthday. And that summer, from sunrise
to sunset, I'd hit the one tennis ball

we had against the back of our barn.

I loved it.

So my dad put me in tennis lessons.

For three years, I lived and breathed
tennis.

It was church for me.

Then my little brother turned three.

Okay, can we just cut to the chase here?
What happened?

He gets my Schlesinger racket.

As if that wasn't enough, my dad puts
him in lessons with me.

I didn't want him to, because he was a
stupid little whiny fucking baby.

But I didn't have a choice.

So he starts coming to practice.

And suddenly my perfect world isn't pure
anymore.

It's not just me and the ball.

It's me and the ball and my whiny
fucking brother watching me hit the

Which breaks my concentration.

Which makes me miss shots.

So I get mad.

And when I get mad, my coach makes me
take a timeout. And when I'm in a

my fuckhead little whiny piece of shit
brother would get up and hit the ball.

And the more that happened, the angrier
I got. The more timeouts, the more

practice he got. It was a vicious circle
until he was better than me.

And then what happened? I'll tell you
what happened.

He won 14 Grand Slams and held the world
number one spot for a total of 286

weeks. That's what happened. Holy shit!

Your brother is Pete Sampras?

Pete ruined my life, and I want him
dead.

Alice? Fuller, it's Cullen. Oh, what is
it, Cullen? Great news. I made a contact

that says there's a drug lab in the
Collective. And get this, it's run by

Now, who is this contact?

An ex -cult. He's been in there. He's
seen it himself. He goes by the name

Magnolia. Have you vetted him?

Yeah, checked out.

Okay, what's the plan? We send him in
with a wire.

Uh, we get proof that the lab is still
in there, and then we get a warrant and

we go in.

You know, honestly, I could use a
fucking win.

So you probably heard that Alan has
poisoned the kids against me.

That my 16 -year -old daughter is slut
-shaming me on social media.

So what do you need?

Right. Uh, so, he wants $15 ,000 to go
in there.

No. Anything else?

Uh, well, he claims that his younger
brother is Pete Sampras. Okay. And he

Sampras' 1996 U .S. Open trophy.

Nope. Well, those are his conditions.

And he's not getting them.

Can you make this work or not?

Yes. Glad to hear it. Now let me know
when it's a go.

Well?

I mean, that's on you. I cut a great
deal.

Did you know you don't need a license to
own an ATV in California?

No, I did not know that.

Yeah? As long as you can reach the
pedal, you're good to go.

Fascinating. Leaving behind the ATV chat
for just a sec, what else can you tell

me about this place, Madison?

Like what?

Like anything. I'm completely in the
dark.

What are the other people here like? Are
there other people? How long did they

wait to meet Terry?

I need to sit down.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. It'll pass.

It's just morning sickness.

Anyway. The only real law you need is to
have taillights on your ATV. What?

Well, that's if you want to make it
street legal, which I don't give a shit

about. Morning sickness?

You didn't think to mention you're
pregnant?

Well, I don't know you. Why would I open
with that? Who got you pregnant?

Not that it's your business, but kick.

Kick? Like the verb?

Am I hearing this right? Kick?

Who's kick?

Arthur's brother.

Arthur's my boyfriend. Or...

Was at the time, yeah. It was a whole
thing.

Kick and Arthur are brothers.

Those names just don't go together at
all. But anyways, continue.

Continue what?

The story of how you got pregnant.

Ew, gross.

I'm not telling you how I got pregnant.
I'm not asking for details. I'm just

asking what happened. What happened
literally is the details, perv. Okay, do

call me a perv, Madison. I have never
taken advantage of anyone, ever.

If you want to call me names, why don't
you try something like Mr.

Consensual? You want me to call you Mr.

Consensual? Ah, that's way worse than
pedo. You said per.

All right, per. Okay, do not test me,
Madison, because you have no idea how

15 -year -olds I've brought to their
knees.

Metaphorically, because I used to be a
teacher, yeah.

Fine.

Mr. Consensual.

You got it. Okay, no, no, no. You know
what? No title.

Just... You say, hey, you, I'll know
that you're talking to me, and I'll call

you hey.

Oh, God.

Okay,

80 now, and when the job is done, I can
get you another 300.

I called bullshit. You said 15K in the
trophy.

I did. Now 380 bucks in the trophy?

Yeah, I am confident that we'll get it.
How confident?

Hey, Magnolia, this is my own money,
okay? That's how much I believe in you.

can afford it.

Special agents are loaded.

Rizzoli, will you shut the fuck up? No,
I'm with her.

You can do better.

Tallbeck, I'm in the middle of
something. You have ADHD, right?

What? No. Well, if anyone asks, can you
say you do?

It's just that while I'm on suspension,
I'm getting daily house checks, and they

found some dextro and phantomane, and I
said it was yours. What the fuck? Why?

Because I thought people would believe
that because of how you are. I don't

time for this, Tallbeck. That's okay.
I'll hold.

Okay, so, sorry, where were we? You were
trying to explain why your arms are so

short when your pockets are so deep. I'm
not loaded!

80 is all I have in my wallet, okay?

I don't know, man.

I mean, I want to help you and all, but
it was just so hard to get out of that

place.

Now you want me to go back in?

And the mosquitoes from the collective
only just stopped.

Mosquitoes? If you manage to get out,
they assign mosquitoes to call you and

email you and text you and egg your
house.

and stuff your mailbox with Valpax and
rearrange your landscaping really subtly

over time so you're never sure if that
bush is moving or if you're slowly

your mind. Look, Magnolia, I can't do
this without you, okay?

But if we come together on this, we can
combine and destroy this cult together.

Yeah, but... Look, you and I care about
injustice, Magnolia.

We care.

about not letting the bullies get away
with it. Because every time they do,

another drip in the bucket of broken
promises that is weighing this country

and holding us back. Because we're
patriots. Am I right?

And I know it's not cool or hip to be a
patriot these days, okay? People

ridicule us for that. But you know what?
We eat ridicule for breakfast,

humiliation for lunch, and name -calling
for dinner. And when we wake up in the

morning, we drink a steaming hot cup of
joe, and then we shit red, white, and

blue all over the place.

Give me that wire. Good man. And the 80
bucks.

Yeah.

Okay, this is ridiculous.

Why am I hanging out laundry?

There's no dryers at all?

Told you. This place fucking sucks.

Language.

Madison, I'd like to say something, and
I'd like you to pay attention, please.

Don't try and act like you're my dad.
This whole adoption thing here is just a

scam to get child welfare for the
collective. Wait, really?

You know what?

That's not the point. But I am going to
circle back to it later.

The point is, I know what it's like to
be unfairly judged for matters of the

heart, Madison.

I don't know.

Arthur is a dick.

Kick is slightly less of a dick.

We were bored.

Arthur found out.

Arthur got angry.

Arthur told my foster parents, and they
kicked me out.

I came here because I felt my real mom
was here, but she ain't.

Well, sucks to be me, I guess. Hey,
Madison, the more you repeat that

expression, the realer you make it.
Great. Can't even hate my life properly.

Fucking sucks to be me, I guess.

What's happened to you isn't what's
happening to you.

Okay. You can do this, Madison. You can
raise this child.

and Sue and I would be honored to help
you.

You mean it? I do.

And you'll think about getting a quad
bike?

Sure. And, Madison, I can tell you were
thinking about quad bikes during our

entire conversation, and I appreciate
you holding it inside until the end.

Hey, you Dirk? Yeah. I'm Johan.

Why are you doing laundry duty?

Exactly. I have no idea. Come on.

We're on the front gate.

Guess you weren't meant to be on laundry
after all. Guess not.

Dirk, come on. We're late.

Let's go.

Can't believe I'm going to be a
grandfather.

Operation mosquito. Oh, hold on. I'm not
recording. Start recording.

Are you going to say action? No, just
hit the fucking button. Okay, fine.

And quiet, please.

And action.

Operation Mosquito Coil? We never
cleared that name. Oh, I'll do it after.

you haven't cleared the name prior to
the operation, there's really no point

having one afterwards.

Okay, well, Magnolia's in position, so
Operation Unpitled Cullen Project is a

go. Get it done, Cullen.

Oh, you got Madison.

Yeah, that's right.

Older than I'd imagined, but she seems
great, actually. Yeah.

I had her for a few weeks. Really?

Didn't work out.

She's... What?

Just don't take your eyes off of her
ever. And when she's sleeping, make sure

she's actually asleep.

Let's go.

I'm approaching the front entrance.

Place looks great.

He can't hear us. You're not talking to
anyone.

Jeff? What the fuck are you... Shh.

Relax. Hey, I go by Jeffrey now.

Jeff, we're not letting you back in. How
many times do we have to tell you?

Jeff? Look at this wire.

It's FBI.

They sent me in here to get info.

Look, they paid me 80 bucks.

What did he just say?

Fuck.

Hey, here you go. I'm pretty sure I
turned it off.

I miss you, buddy.

What's good, big Y?

Hey, who's the new guy? Hi, I'm Dirk.
You replaced me already?

Look, just let me talk to Terry, please.

I mean, the Collective is my life. You
gotta let me back in. Please let me talk

to Terry. I don't know, Jeff. You
brought Sugar into Collective.

Terry was very not happy.

I'm done with the Sugar, Johan.

I'm off it, I'm telling you. I need to
see Terry. I have intel.

I just want to get back in. The
Collective is my life. Please, please,

Man, what an idiot.

I mean, we already got you on tape. What
a dipshit.

We're gonna have to delete that. What?
No, it's a great recording. What's up

your butt? He made us look like fools?

Uh, not me. I knew he wasn't Pete's
brother.

Oh, really?

Yeah, I googled it.

Pete's brother's name is Gus. They are
very close. It's really sweet. What the

fuck? Why didn't you tell me that? I
thought that we were both knowingly

along. Yeah, Cullen, I thought you knew,
too. Tolbeck? Sorry.

Is now a good time? No, now it's not a
good time. So wait, you knew, too?

Patient phone guy? Yeah.

I'm Tolbeck, by the way. Cullen's ex
-partner. Oh, hey!

Rizzoli, current partner.

Is he always this tense? Oh, I can't.
Yeah, that's Cullen.

Do you think he comes across like he has
ADHD?

Yeah, but like an angry version.

Yeah. Yeah, I thought so.

Thanks. Yeah, no problem.

So is there a Mrs.

Patient phone guy?

Why are people still calling? Don't they
know that we're never gonna buy

another bad shit story of bad kids in
the garden? Better

bring your fear of flying and your
lizard boy brain to the

top of the stairs.

Cause I don't want to have to come down
again and find you lighting up.

It's on me.

God or the devil when you're in it and I
am the dish.

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