All language subtitles for Episode 04 American Optimism

Hey, idiota!

I'm an American.
I need asylum.

Please!

What is going on here?

I didn't kill him.

I swear to God.

Hi.

Hey.

Decaf, right?
Don't you dare.

I can't wait to get
back to work.

I can't wait to have you
back at work.

Doctor gave me
full clearance.

No restrictions.
I'm good to go.

He seemed a little more
cautious when I spoke to him.

Meaning?

How about we just start you
off with modified duty?

Desk duty.
Yeah, just for a bit.

If seeing each other
is gonna make you overreact

as my boss and try to keep me
in bubble wrap,

then this isn't gonna work.

I don't know how else
to say it.

Jamie,
this is not an overreaction.

You took a bullet.
Why rush back?

Because apprehensiveness
isn't a habit

I want to start picking up now.

Hey, did you ever notice
that Forrester always comes

into the office about
five seconds after Kellett?

No.
Maybe.

I'm not saying I care,
at all.

But for two top-level agents,

both with heavy-duty
undercover experience,

do they really think walking in

five seconds apart
is fooling anyone?

Would you ever?

What?
Date someone from work?

Yeah.

Depends on the coworker.

You?
Never.

I mean, I've seen it blow up
too many times.

Morning.

Anything for me here?

Yeah? Okay.

Nope?

Oh, my God.

You guys...

Good morning.

Very nice.

We got cake.

Or, I mean, maybe we should get
into the details of the case

that came in?
Yeah, let's do it.

U.S. Cit is Drew Edmonson,
24, from Tacoma.

In Madrid on a student's visa,

studying at the College
for International Studies.

He's at the U.S. Embassy
claiming that he found

his boyfriend dead
in the boyfriend's apartment.

Rafael Delgado, 32.

Edmonson called the police
when he discovered the body,

but then he panicked
and ran to the embassy

six blocks away for safety.

Our contact at the embassy
is Deputy Chief of Mission,

Emma Healey.

She is the State Department Rep
and the new ambassador

to Spain's right-hand woman.

So Jaeger is there,
and she'll help coordinate.

Oh, I just got
a message from her.

"Heads up, the Madrid police
are PISSED"--

all caps--

"That we have their suspect

and they can't gain access
to him."

Already called the jet.

Ready when we are.
All right, let's hit it.

You're not coming?
Desk duty.

Until informed otherwise.
Ah.

What's up, Katrin?

Quite a bit.

The ambassador is hosting
a ball tomorrow

for the Spanish Prime Minister
and other dignitaries.

Mm, so drag this out as long
as possible

is what you're saying?

The ambassador's new, right?

Yes,
he's been here two weeks.

What's his background?

Pharmaceutical magnate
who was given this post

as a "thank you"
for his political donations.

Great,
so he's in over his head.

Emma.
This the team?

Indeed.
Hello, welcome.

I'm Emma Healey, I'm
the Deputy Chief of Mission.

Your liaison
at the National Police

is going to be
Inspector Mateo Diaz.

And he's very eager
to meet with you,

so if we can make that happen
as soon as possible,

that would be great.

Oh, and here's
our ambassador now.

His name is Gary Berger,
but you can address him

as either Mr. Ambassador
or Ambassador Berger.

Ambassador Berger, this is the
FBI fly team I briefed you on.

Oh, nice to meet you all.
Likewise.

Whatever you guys need,
just let Emma know,

and we'll make it happen.

You're aware of the ball
I'm hosting?

We are.

So if this whole mess
could be cleaned up

as expeditiously as possible,

I'd be indebted.

Whatever they need.
Yes, Mr. Ambassador.

If you could point us in
the direction of Mr. Edmonson?

Yes, follow me.

Right this way please.
Thank you.

We met at a café at Malasaña
four months ago.

Rafael didn't come out
to his family yet.

Or to himself, to be honest.

His family is very religious,

very conservative,

very influential.

They live in Toledo,
and they go back,

I don't know
how many generations.

He kept an apartment
here in Madrid,

but he would go home and stay
with his parents most weekends.

He have a job?

He was a comptroller
for a real estate company.

I didn't really know
much beyond that.

I'm a liberal arts major.

Accounting wasn't a huge topic
of conversation for us.

Did Rafael have
any problems with anyone?

Any threats?
Any lawsuits?

Not that I know of.

But he did come out
to his family a week ago,

and according to Rafael,
it wasn't met warmly.

And that was really the only
source of anxiety in his life.

Again, that I knew of.

What happened last night?

I went to his apartment
at 9:00 p.m.

I have a key.

Walking up the stairs,

I saw a man close
Rafael's apartment door,

which I thought was odd.

He walked quickly
down the stairs, passing me.

I walked into the apartment,

and I found Rafael.

On the floor.

There was so much blood.

It looked like
he'd been stabbed

in the chest many times.

I tried chest compressions,
but...

I called the police.

And then I realized
they might think that I did it.

Why?

I'm a foreigner. I'm gay.

Rafael comes from
a very powerful family.

I knew that the embassy
was close by,

and something
in the back of my head

said to run there
so I'd be treated fairly.

I didn't really think
much beyond that.

You will be treated fairly.

But this will be thoroughly
investigated.

And the truth will come out.

So...

if it went down any different
than what you just said,

save us some time
and some effort.

And save yourself
some goodwill.

I swear to you,
I didn't kill Rafael.

We're gonna need
a physical description

of the guy you saw
on the staircase.

And a full account
of where you were

prior to finding the body.

Special Agent Forrester,
Raines, Vo.

Inspector Diaz.

It's nice to meet you,
Inspector Diaz.

We look forward
to working with you.

I want to speak
with Drew Edmonson.

Soon.

Once we get a full sense
of what happened last night.

Has he confessed?
Has not.

Quite the opposite.
And you believe him?

Uh, still early.

Why would he run to the
embassy unless he was guilty?

Let's just join forces,
figure that out.

You have a room
we can work out of, Inspector?

We're gonna need
to see the crime scene,

and if you could provide us
with all pertinent information

and list of potential suspects.

Por favor.

Edmonson said he saw a man
leaving Delgado's apartment

as he was walking
up the stairs.

Perhaps he was lying
about that.

Do criminals lie
to the police in America?

Because, here, they do.

We only have one suspect.

This is
where Rafael Delgado lived.

Second floor.

Who are they?

The mother and
the older brother of Delgado.

They're not removing items
from Delgado's apartment,

are they?
It would appear so.

So the crime scene
hasn't been secured.

It was,
but we did a thorough search.

And now it is time
for the family to heal.

Después de usted.

I'm assuming your crime scene
unit photographed the apartment

before it was picked over?
They did.

Mm-hmm, and Delgado's body
is at the morgue?

No, it's not.
No.

And it's at the taxidermist,
or?

The body was inspected
by our medical examiner

and then transferred
to the family this morning.

Why so quickly?

A rapid burial is advisable
here in Madrid

due to the limited burial space
in Catholic cemeteries.

So most families try to bury
their loved ones

within 24 hours,

especially when
the weather is hot.

I don't know
if you've been around a corpse

in 38-degree heat--
Celsius, I'm referring to--

but if that can be avoided,
you'd be well served.

Laptop, cell phone?
We have both.

Password protected.
We're working on it.

Breathe.

My mother heard arguing
last night.

Two men.
What were they arguing about?

both:

She only heard pieces,
and mostly about money.

But then one of them yelled,

"I'm not going
to do this anymore."

Was it Rafael
who yelled that?

She thinks so.

All right.

The mom said the argument
was at 8:45,

which, according
to Edmonson's account,

would have been
before he arrived.

Did you verify his alibi
for last night?

Everything until 8:00 p.m.

After that, he said he was
walking around the park.

Hola.

What's that all about?

Hello?

I see.

Hold on a second.

You're not gonna like this.

Well, did you check--
I have to--I have to go.

Our attorney at the DOJ
spoke with Mr. Edmonson,

and Mr. Edmonson's decided
to self-surrender

to the Madrid police.
The hell he did.

That kid was scared
out of his mind.

There is no way he would choose
to leave here.

Well, we have a signed
document that states otherwise,

so--
This embassy is U.S. soil.

Have you ever heard
of the Fifth Amendment?

The Madrid police
have given us their word

that they will continue
to cooperate

with your entire
investigation--

They have already made up
their mind about this kid.

Well, it's out of my hands.

And out of Ambassador Berger's
hands at this point,

so you keep us posted,
Agent Forrester.

Ambassador Berger will be
expecting updates.

You guys got worked.

Welcome back.
I take it you've been informed.

I've been informed.
Maravilloso.

I need to see Edmonson.
Soon.

We're conducting
our own interrogation,

as you did.

And when we're done,
you'll be notified, huh?

Edmonson said he saw

the assailant leave
Delgado's apartment.

That means
the assailant saw Edmonson.

His life could be in danger.

He needs to be put
in protective custody.

I have--

I am certain Edmonson
sees the assailant

every time he looks
in the mirror.

Why are you so resistant to
doing a thorough investigation?

Do you not have people
that you answer to

in your job, Agent?
Hell yes, I do.

But I push back when
it's the right thing to do.

It's, uh, it's inspiring.
Truly.

Unfortunately, the conference
room you were using earlier

is now being used
for a birthday party.

So...

We will have to provide you
with alternate accommodations.

Do you have anything smaller?

I can't believe
this is all the photos

they took of his body.

No mention of the angle
of the entry wound,

theorized height
of the assailant,

whether the assailant
was left or right-handed.

Look, I could go on.

Edmonson is an open book
on social media.

Some photos of Delgado
on his posts, but no pictures

that would indicate
a romantic involvement

until one of their posts
from a few days ago.

Delgado mostly posts
about sunsets and tapas.

Very buttoned-up personality.

We need to talk
to the brother.

So what did you take

out of your brother's apartment
this morning?

Photos, mostly.

Of what?
Rafael.

And the man who killed him.
Who's that?

You know who.

Drew Edmonson.

Why remove the photos?

My mother wanted them gone.

Have you ever met
Drew Edmonson?

No.

Did your brother
ever mention him?

Once.
A week ago.

And how did
he characterize him?

Favorably.

Did your brother have anyone
making threats against him?

Not that I knew of.

Anyone have a problem with
him coming out two weeks ago?

Enough of a problem
to kill him?

No.

Did you have
a problem with him?

I suppose so.
Many years ago.

I always had a feeling
that Rafael might be gay.

My parents, though, they're
from a different generation.

And how did they react
when he came out to them

about his sexuality?

This conversation seems to be

drifting away
from Drew Edmonson.

You're not convinced
he's the killer?

Because he's a fellow American?

No, we just want to know
for sure.

No matter how much time
and effort it takes.

You must get paid
by the hour.

You have your doubts as well.
Do I?

Otherwise you wouldn't
have met with us.

I just don't know
what to think.

What happened with
your brother is unspeakable.

We are just looking
for the truth,

and we can't find it
unless you help us.

Where did your brother work?

He worked as a comptroller

at a real estate
investment firm.

The company's owned
by a friend of the family.

We would very much appreciate
it if you could make a call

and get us in there.

We'll need you to pull
all the records, accounts,

and emails
that Rafael generated.

Of course, Thiago said
to grant you full access.

Rafael's office, and we need
any passwords you have for him.

Of course.
Anna, por favor.

I'm gonna get cracking
on his computer.

Yep.

What can you tell us
about Rafael?

Uh, he was a great employee.

A great coworker,
and a great friend.

You knew him well.

Gosh, I'm--I'm sorry. I--

Hey.

I thought I was just going
to open his office for you.

I--I didn't know you wanted
to talk about him.

I totally understand.
Okay?

I'm sure it's still
very raw for you.

He was stuck.
How so?

Stuck between
who he wanted to be,

and who he needed to be
for his family.

For as long as I knew him,
he was half a person.

And it broke my heart.

You knew about Drew Edmonson?
Yes.

But Rafael had me swear
I wouldn't say anything.

And I would say,

"Rafael, cariño,
you're 32 years old.

"It's okay to be yourself.

Who cares about
what your parents think?"

Who'd want him dead?

I asked myself that
a million times

the last couple of days.

And the only thing
that I can think of

is when he did come out,
he was so unprepared.

'Cause he'd been so sheltered
his whole life, you know?

So very easily,

he could have been vulnerable
to the wrong person.

Mm.

You seriously have a pencil
clenched in your teeth?

Mandatory if you're gonna
kick ass and crunch numbers.

I heard every third word
of that.

Guess what Delgado did
right before he was killed?

Tell me.
He stole a lot of money.

From his employer.

Oh.

As comptroller for
a real estate investment trust,

he was responsible
for paying all their bills.

REITs have dozens
of shell companies

that buy up land
and housing assets.

He'd know that his company
was processing huge payments.

Wouldn't look into bills worth
less than 10, 20,000,

so those bills
get paid real easy.

Hey, let me put you up
on the monitor.

Jamie, what do you got?

Headquarters secured

a forensic
financial analyst team

at the Washington Field Office
to go over what Raines got.

They confirmed a very
sophisticated embezzlement

of 250,000 euros implemented
by Delgado one month ago.

He set up a shell company
that did insurance

and appraisal work,

and then Delgado sent out
fictitious bills

to the firm
through the shell company.

That great, Jamie.
There's more.

Delgado needed proof
of identity

for his shell companies
and couldn't use his own name,

so they were set up
at an American bank,

and those accounts were signed
by someone else.

Drew Edmonson.

I think they call that motive.

Mr. Edmonson certainly has
a lovely signature, no?

It's very elaborate.

We'd like to speak
to Edmonson

if you'd be so gracious.

Regarding?

The extent of his involvement
in all this.

He signed his name
to the account.

This is extortion
turned deadly.

Do I really need to explain
to you what happened?

I'd rather hear it from him.

You still don't think
he killed Rafael Delgado?

Let's find out.

American optimism.

I'll give you 15 minutes.

After that, Mr. Edmonson will
be transported and arraigned.

So that's your signature?
Yes.

Did you know the account
was funded with money that--

What account?
The account you signed for.

The copy of which is right
in front of your eyeballs.

I never signed
for an account.

What did you sign for?

Rafael told me
it was documentation

that would help him
get a work visa

so he could visit me
in the U.S.

And you just scribbled
your name on it?

It was in Spanish. Yes.

I don't know anything
about an account--

Put yourself in our shoes
for one second.

I know! I know!

I must sound crazy or gullible,
or both.

But I swear I'm telling you
the truth.

We were on our way
out to dinner

and Rafael put these papers
in front of me

and told me
it was about his visa.

And then he handed me a pen,
and that was that.

You have another problem--

your whereabouts the hour
before Rafael was killed.

"Walking around the park"
isn't what we'd term

an iron-clad alibi.

I stopped by a bakery
to pick up some tortas.

Why didn't you tell us this
the first time we spoke?

Because my boyfriend
was killed.

And I had his blood on me.

I apologize if I wasn't
thinking with utter clarity

the last time we spoke.

The name of the bakery?

Las Ventanas
on Paseo de Estrada.

How'd you get that bruise?
I was jumped.

I learned quite a bit of prison
slang the last 24 hours.

They call a snitch
a soplon here,

and I have no desire to be one

because I'm currently doing
everything I can to stay alive.

Can you get me back
to the embassy, please?

You self-surrendered.

Because Emma told me
that staying at the embassy

was making me look guilty.

I'd be treated better
by the Madrid Police

if I cooperated with them.

Can you please get me
out of here?

We can't.

I'm sorry.

I want Drew Edmonson put
in protective custody.

I'll put in a request.

No, I want him
in PC right now.

You guys made some calls
to get Edmonson.

Good for you.

But let me tell you,
I can make some calls too.

Now, I'm sure
your Prime Minister

would be happy about that.

I'll see what I can do.

No, hey!
Leave her alone--

Ms. Delgado,
I'm Agent Forrester.

I know who you are.

I would like
to speak with you

about your son's murder, ma'am.

There is nothing
to talk about.

Could we sit down,
have a coffee?

I know who killed Rafael.

Inspector Diaz knows
who killed Rafael.

Everyone in this building knows
who killed Rafael.

It was the American homosexual
who was stalking him.

I just buried my son,

and you are an insult
I won't tolerate.

Spoke with
the forensic accounting team,

and there is a version
of this scam where

Edmonson didn't know he was
party to it, if, indeed,

he claims he didn't know
what he was signing.

As long as Delgado had

Edmonson's
social security number,

he could have set the rest up
by himself.

This is all supported
by the fact that the money

parked in the account
was never touched by Edmonson.

And no record
of any big purchases

from Edmonson recently.
I got something here.

I checked Edmonson's new
timeline and the bakery he hit,

and I was able to pull up
security camera footage.

8:44.

He was there the same time
Delgado's neighbor

heard arguing between
Delgado and another man.

So Edmonson has been
telling the truth.

Need to speak with you outside.

What's going on?

Thank you for your help,

but you and
your bureau's cooperation

are no longer needed.

We just got
some new information.

Email me.

Mateo, don't do this.

You can walk
or be escorted out.

We need to leave, Scott.

Shouldn't we be
at the airport?

That'd be too drastic.

We are guests
in each country we go.

And we have treaties spelling
out cooperations will be held--

At the host country's
discretion.

So what? We just roll it up
and head back to Budapest?

I have calls into my boss
at Europol.

They will review this--
That will take six months!

This kid will be in
a Spanish penitentiary

fighting for his life by then
if he's still alive.

Kellett's got something.

I made an inquiry
with FinCen,

and they kicked back
a suspicious activity report.

A withdrawal was made
three hours ago

on the account set up
by Delgado.

Suspect's height, weight,
and hair color match

the description Edmonson
gave you for the man

who left Delgado's apartment.

There's only one way we are
going to get the Madrid Police

to let us back on the case.

You can't camp out here.

I'm not moving
till I speak with him.

The ambassador?
Mr. Ambassador?

Ambassador Berger?

I will have you physically
removed if necessary.

I don't have time.

I don't have time!

Yes, sir,
and I informed him that--

Five minutes!

I mean, there is a U.S. citizen
that you dropkicked

to the Madrid Police--
he deserves at least that much.

Two minutes.

You know,
I knew your predecessor.

Near the end of her term,
she admitted to me

that she hadn't really
figured out this job

until about 2 1/2 years in.

Do you know what she said
her biggest mistake was?

Being too eager to please.

Because once you do that,
they've got you.

And you and your staff

already made the mistake
of capitulating

to the Prime Minister,
or whoever leaned on you.

Don't compound it
by not standing up

for Drew Edmonson right now,
and standing up for yourself.

If you don't, they'll be
whispering behind your back

for the rest of your time here.

"That's
that soft-ass ambassador."

I don't know
whether to help you...

Or hit you.

You're not the first.

For what that's worth.

I take it
you've been informed?

I've been informed.

Bueno.

Do you have a broom closet
we could work out of?

What is it that you want,
specifically?

We need to show Edmonson
a photo array.

That's him.

He came out
of Rafael's apartment

as I came up the steps.

You're positive?
On my life.

Pedro Muñoz, 33.

Lengthy rap sheet--

harassment, fraud, usury,
assault, and forgery.

An older gentleman who took out
a restraining order

against Muñoz five years ago
stated in court documents that

"Calling Muñoz a parasite would
be an insult to parasites."

Muñoz is well known to this
department, unfortunately.

This crime is in keeping
with his criminal habits.

We do have a location on him.

I'm assuming
you'd like to join us?

Very much so.

Vámonos.

Pedro Muñoz!
Abre la puerta!

He's headed up.

Don't move!

Alto!

Oh.

So why is Delgado to blame?

I've always found it so...

Strange.

You meet people,
people who are smart.

Make smart decisions.

I mean, smart enough
to succeed.

And you present them
with two options.

Give me the money
that you have,

the money I know you can get,

and I'll leave you alone.

Or don't give me the money,

and I will hurt you.

You would be surprised how many
people rather be hurt.

Or maybe you wouldn't
be surprised,

considering your jobs.

So it's
Rafael Delgado's own fault

that he's dead?

Yeah.

Of course.

Muñoz met Delgado
at a big party in Mallorca.

He found out
what he did for employment

and saw an opportunity

to coerce Delgado
into doing a scam.

Muñoz had threatened to out
Delgado to his family

if he didn't play ball.

So Delgado did
the embezzlement.

Now, this was supposed
to be a one-time thing.

But Muñoz came back for more.

Delgado told him he didn't
have anything over him,

and that's what
the neighbor must have heard

through the shared wall
that night.

"I'm not gonna do this
anymore."

Because at that point,
Delgado had already come out

to his family.

When Rafael told Muñoz he
wouldn't scam anymore money,

Muñoz went after him.

Stabbed him.

My sense is that Rafael had
you sign for those accounts,

thinking it would never
come back to you, but...

that's just my sense,
you know him better than I do.

I took Rafael to Mallorca
that weekend.

I took him to that party.

It was all about slowly
introducing him to my world--

to his world,
or we hoped it would be.

If Rafael hadn't met me,
he'd still be alive.

How do you feel about
attending the black-tie event

at the embassy tonight?

I couldn't be more opposed
to it.

Mm-hmm, as I suspected.

So how about
we discuss this further

while we
and the rest of the team are

in attendance at the black-tie
event at the embassy tonight?

What's German for
"not in a million years"?

The ambassador called
your director

who called my boss, and they
very much want us all there

as a good show of diplomacy.

Being the boss sucks sometimes.

See you there at 8:00.

When Rafael came out,

regardless of how
my parents reacted,

I've never seen him more free.

So unburdened.

So himself.

And even if he only got
to experience it for a week,

he got to live
an authentic life--

the life I'd always hoped
he'd feel one day.

So thank you.

Thank you for encouraging him
to embrace that.

And I know you're hurting,

like we are.

Agent.
Inspector.

Bueno.

Prime Minister,
this is the FBI team

I was telling you about.

Ambassador Berger told me
you did an exemplary job

on this case. Thank you.

That was all Inspector Diaz
and his team.

We were just along
for the ride.

Ladies, gentlemen.

Thank you.

I'll be at the bar
if anyone needs me.

Another tip about working
in Europe--

never take credit and
you'll always be welcomed back.

What do you think, Cameron?

Oh, I'm good.
Thank you though.

Would you like to dance,
Katrin?

Oh, lead the way.

Can you just hold it for me?
Thank you.

Hey.
Hey.

You still there?
Yeah.

It's not the same here
without you.

I just wanted to catch you
before you went to bed.

Well, when you get back,
whatever time it is, come over.

My scar needs another kiss.

Or two.

Count on it.