All language subtitles for In Plain Sight (2008) - S01E12 - A Fine Meth (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 MONOLITH).mkv

Previously,
on in plain sight...

Special agent Robert o'Connor,
I'm calling from New Jersey.

Are you the sister
of Brandi Catherine Shannon?

Why are you asking?

Please
just answer the question.

You're gonna meet with a guy
named Russell.

He's spanky's brother.

Give him the suitcase,

he gives you the dough,
and we're all set.

I'm gonna let you decide
who has to pay the price

for ripping me off:

Your boyfriend or your sister?

Well, hang on,
I have the drugs.

I'll just get them to you.

Wrong answer.

Oh my god,
what did you do?

You don't want to get between me
and this investigation.

Since 1970, the federal
witness protection program

has relocated
thousands of witnesses

to neighborhoods
all across the country.

These individuals fall
into two categories:

Those who committed crimes,

and those who merely witnessed
criminal activity.

They all, however, share
a single unique attribute,

distinguishing them
from the rest

of the general population.

And that is,
somebody wants them dead.

His name is
Neil "spanky" Carson.

I'm faxing you a mug shot
right now.

I don't care if you have to call
out the minute men.

Under no circumstances is he
to cross the border.

Do you understand me?

Thank you.

Spanky's resume.

Maybe there's something in here
that will clue us where he went.

Yeah, well, let's have a look.

I'd rather be the one out there
looking for him

than in here
looking through his case file.

Yeah, me too.

We're too tied-in.

If we found him
and had to use force,

it could look like revenge.

Which it might in fact be.

Mm, do you believe
Mary's story?

That he only wanted Brandi
as leverage

to get his drugs
back from Chuck?

You think Mary's protecting
Brandi?

I think she might.

Check this out.

Spanky was arrested the day
before yesterday,

right here in Albuquerque.

For what?

Parole violation.

911, endangered child call.

Put him in a motel room

with a couple of tweakers
and an ounce of meth.

He was out on bail
in a couple of hours.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa.

What?

The tweaker couple
they arrested claims the drugs

they were holding
came from a girl named Brandi.

Why was spanky
at that motel?

I don't know.
You should ask him.

I'm asking you.

I'm not gonna tell you anything
about spanky.

Then get ready to spend
25-to-life in prison.

You don't know spanky, do you?

Afraid I haven't had
the pleasure.

Why don't you tell me
about him?

Spanky's kinda
like the Grand Canyon.

You kind of have to see it
for yourself.

Can you get me some speed?

Maybe.

If you tell me
what I want to know.

If I tell you anything
about spanky,

he'll kill me...

Slowly.

Listen,

the United States government

wants this guy, spanky,
really bad.

And we can protect you.

I promise.

If you testify against him,
you'll get a new identity

and a whole new life.

Somewhere nice.

Your baby
will get a new name too.

You'll both be safe.

Okay, fine.

Now can you hook me up

with some crank?

I'll see what I can do.

All right.

Come in.

Half-assed sandwich
and a mug of lipton's.

Half-assed sandwiches.
I forgot all about 'em.

What goes into a half-assed
sandwich again?

Bread and
whatever the hell else

you happen
to have on hand.

Is it my imagination,

or did you once make one

out of white bread, mustard,
and saltine crackers?

That was the original
half-assed sandwich.

But it was jelly,
not mustard.

Blech.

Oh, you say that now,
but back then--

we had the weirdest family.

No wonder I didn't have
any friends.

Pickles?

Come a long way.

Can I get you anything?

No, thank you.

Oh, okay.

Come in.
Sit down.

So are you furious
with me?

I don't know what I am
with you.

'Cause, honestly,
I don't know what you are.

I'm just--

shh.

Just listen.

Mary.

Mom, you listen too.

Brandi, you are presently
under investigation

for your part in the murder
of two FBI agents.

What?
I wasn't anywhere near--

if you are connected
to this crime in any way,

the FBI will find out
about it.

If there is any physical
evidence connecting you

to this crime,
the FBI will find it

and you'll be prosecuted.

This is a federal murder case.

It's a safe bet
the U.S. attorney-general

will seek the death penalty
for anyone involved.

Mary, you're scaring her.
Good.

It's a scary situation.

Now listen very carefully
to what I'm about to say.

This is the one time
I cannot help you.

Should you feel
the need to share

the details of your involvement
in this with me,

I'll report anything I learn
to the FBI on you.

Mary.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Answer me.
Do you understand?

Yes.

Are you really
not gonna help her?

I'm really not.

You'd really turn in
your own sister?

I really would.

Please don't stare at me
while I eat.

Spanky sent us to buy a bunch
of crank from this chick.

Um, she said she had

20 pounds of pure crystal.

For all I know it was

all her deal.

Can you identify these people?

I have no idea
who the dude is.

That's the chick.
That's Brandi.

They're issuing warrants
as we speak.

Guys, guys, come on.

Listen to me,
you know Brandi.

She can't light a match without
reading the instructions.

There's no way my sister puts
together a deal like this.

Uh, I gotta be honest.

We're more worried about you
than her right now.

We're talking about how Brandi's
mess lands on you.

Sorry, not following.

A bit dim right now.

If even a small part of what
that woman said is true,

or is believed to be true,

the perception will be
that Brandi

was living in a house
with a federal Marshall,

orchestrating a major drug deal
that resulted in the murder

of two FBI agents.
At best,
it's the end of your career.

More than likely,
it's a felony indictment.

And juries just love
to hang cops.

She's my baby sister.

We know.

Oh, god.

What do you think
I should do?

You turn her in.

You find out what she knows,
what she did,

and you turn her in.

It's the only way to get
the onus off you, Mary.

Stan here.

Really, when?

Right, thanks.

Our guys got spanky.

They're bringing him in.

That's great.

You can let
the security detail go.

There's nothing else
to worry about here.

Get some rest, please.
Yeah.

Thank you for coming up.

Good night.

So can we get you a drink?

Maybe a diet cola?
Something like that?

What and poison my body
with artificial sweeteners?

Is it me, or have you noticed
more and more

low-life scumbags
making healthy beverage choices?

I have,
and I think it's great.

Good for you.

So, spanky,
where to begin?

How about
with "up yours"?

I'm not talking
to any cops.

Yeah, well, we're not cops,
we're marshalls.

And, frankly,
I was hoping

for something just a little bit
more original from you,

but, hey, that's life.

You make do, right?

Was the sister involved?

Did you contact her
prior to the kidnapping?

We'll find out soon enough,
anyway,

you might as well
help yourself out, cooperate.

Help myself out?
You offering a deal?

Maybe, depends on what
you tell us.

Oh, so let's see,

uh, I'm on the hook
for two dead FBI agents,

kidnapping a U.S. Marshall,
shooting her sister's boyfriend,

in front of her no less,

so exactly what kind of deal
are you offering me?

I get to pick out which arm
the needle goes in?

Face it.

There's nothing you got
that I want.

In fact there's nothing
anyone's got that I want.

So exactly what is it
that you want?

What is it you think
I'm gonna tell you?

Just tying up loose ends.

You don't offer deals
for loose ends.

This is--it's all about her,
isn't it?

The Marshall and her sister?

Yeah, why don't you tell us
about the sister?

You're lookin' to get her
off the hook, aren't you?

Yeah?

And make sure
your fellow Marshall

is in the clear.

We just want
to know the truth.

Okay, so let's talk truth.

If you're not offering a walk,

there's nothing you got
that I want.

And I'm not gonna take nothing
from you.

No deals, not now, not ever.

In fact, if somebody asks,

I'm gonna tell 'em that
that bitch, Brandi,

and your Marshall, Mary,

was in on it together.

Anything else you'd like
to discuss?

What's wrong?

A woman named Rachel millen
just I.D.'d you

as a major meth dealer
connected to spanky.

A federal judge
is issuing warrants.

I gotta go.
I gotta get out of here.

Run now, not only
will they grab you

before you reach
the end of the block,

but you'll be instantly
marked as guilty.

Please, tell me
what to do.

Call him.

Honey.

I don't know.

Why won't you help
your sister?

I gave her the name
of a very good attorney.

It's the best help
she can get right now.

Her boyfriend was murdered
tonight.

And you haven't even
said you're sorry.

Really? Really?

You're telling me
about it.

First of all,
if he'd had his way

it would have been me

that got shot in the head.

Second of all,

I was chained to a post inches
from him when it happened.

I'm sorry.

I know you had
a difficult night.

A difficult night?

A difficult night?
Is that what you think I had?

I'm sorry.
Bad choice.

That's what you call getting
drugged, getting kidnapped,

coming this close
to getting raped?

A difficult night?
Jesus.

Remind me never to go clubbing
with you.

Honestly.

Mary, oh sweetheart,

I didn't know.

But,

to be fair,

you make it impossible

for people to know.

You-you come home and say
you're-you're fine.

You're just a little tired.

Which is pretty much
how you come home every night.

How are people
supposed to know

what you're going through?

People aren't.

Why does everyone have
to know

what everyone else
is going through?

It seems intrusive.

Sharing the details
of our lives

is how we connect
to the world.

A world full
of assholes.

Why would I want
to connect with that?

Oh, honey,

you don't have to open up
to the whole world.

You just have to open up
with someone.

Can you just tell me
about what happened?

Did you, did you know
that vaporized blood

has a sweet smell?

After Chuck got shot,

there was this pink cloud.

A fine mist of blood

that hung in the air
for several minutes.

It coated the inside
of my nose.

And now I can't get rid
of it,

this sickening,

sweet smell.

I don't think
it's ever going away.

I killed someone tonight,
mom.

Oh, Jesus.

Our friend spanky
sports quite a resume.

It looks like he was
a pretty good kid...

Right up until he killed
his father when he was 15

for allegedly abusing
spanky's little brother.

He got off.

Where's the little brother now?
Maybe he could help us.

Dead at 15.

He and spanky's mom od'd
the same night.

On a batch
of unusually pure heroin.

Well, the family
that plays together.

I suppose.

Anyway,
after his little brother died,

things went south in a hurry.

He joined the demon lords
motorcycle gang at 16,

took over the gang at 18,

after beating the gang leader
to death

with a sock full of nickels

in front of about 200 witnesses.

Not one of them was ever willing
to testify.

Nickels, huh?
Rolled or loose?

His file doesn't specify.

Anyway, he walked
away from the gang

about eight years ago.

Opened up a motorcycle
dealership,

which ultimately failed.

Since then, he's allegedly made
a comfortable living

distributing narcotics
throughout the southwest.

Enterprising.

Very.

He even has a pilot's license.

Twin-engine, instrument-rated.

So he lands in New Jersey,
right?

Kills a couple of agents,

grabs Chuck,
flies back.

Sounds about right.

What's that?

That girl Rachel's
arrest report.

What are you looking
at that for?

I don't know.
Spanky was there.

I'll take anything I could find

that might move this thing
away from Mary.

Mm.

Maybe I should
just turn myself in.

Just give them the suitcase
and...

Tell them everything.

You will do no such thing.

You cannot trust
those people.

None of them.

They forget everything

they ever promised.

In that way,
they are less trustworthy

than the criminals.

Is that what happened
with my dad?

They promised

if I would help them,

they would help him.

I did,

and they didn't.

I wanna say something
to you both.

Mom, the whole time I was
chained up in that basement,

I couldn't stop thinking
about what you said to me

at the theater yesterday.

What theater?

You guys went
to a movie without me?

Could we just keep this
on me just half a second?

I didn't mean it.

Yeah, you did.

And I totally understand.

I'm the hall monitor
in this family,

and nobody likes
the hall monitor.

Except, of course,
when you need help,

then all of a sudden,
we're family.

Oh, that's not true.

Mom, you told me

I should share my feelings,
so now I'm sharing.

I've been playing parent
to you both

since I was ten.

And despite what you think,
I don't particularly enjoy it.

I mean, the notion that I like
cleaning up your messes,

literally and figuratively,

tha-that-that somehow gives
my life purpose,

that is the lamest pile
of self-serving crap

I've ever heard.

I mean, seriously.

Is that how you two justify
screwing up so consistently?

You tell yourselves
it makes me happy?

Well, I don't know
about happy.

But it definitely makes you
think you're better than us.

Yeah, you know,
she's right, okay.

Anytime one of us
falls on our ass,

you get to parade around with
that stern look on your face,

telling us
what we did wrong

and how you would have
done it right.

So you might as well
just admit it.

That our screw-ups
make you feel superior.

Let me tell you something.

Nothing either one of you does
makes me feel superior.

I am superior.

Wow.

Of all the arrogance.

What?

What in your life is so great

that it gives you the right--

all right, really, mom?
You want the list?

Okay, I've never been arrested,

let alone convicted
of anything.

I don't have
a substance abuse problem.

I've actually held the same job
for more than a month.

Not a single eviction,
repossession,

or restraining order
to my name.

Nor have I ever had

gas, electric, water,
or phone service

turned off for non-payment.

Oh, and as far as I know,
I've never slept

with someone else's husband.

Can anyone else

in this room
make any of those claims?

How about a show of hands?

Nobody?
What a surprise.

Oh, my god.

All your screw-ups have given me
such a swelled head.

Thank you for making me feel
so superior.

But you've given enough,
so from now on,

I'm gonna return the favor

and let you clean up
your own messes.

That's my gift to you.

Maybe you'd like me better
if I helped you less.

You are such a colossal bitch.

It is no wonder
you have no friends.

Yes, yes, and right on cue,
the hateful retort.

Not really your "a" game,
though.

Want me to open
the sauvignon blanc?

Help you get warmed up?

This is all my fault.
Uh-huh.

This over-inflated sense
of self.

This ego trip you are on.

I shouldn't have filled
your head

with all those stupid, crazy
lies about your father.

Oh, excellent!

Oh, goodie, yes!

Going straight
for the daddy material.

Go ahead, tell me how all
the lies about my father

made me the monster
I am today.

But go slow,
you don't want to pull a hammy.

That first week

after he left,

you were so distraught.

You thought it was your fault.

That you had done something
to make him go away.

So...

I just wanted
to make you feel better.

I made up this, this story

about how you were
daddy's favorite,

how he loved you the most.

And you had this special bond

that couldn't be broken
no matter how far away he was.

The truth is,

he loved you like he loved
the rest of us.

No more, no less.

I'm sorry for lying
to you then;

and I'm sorry for having
to tell you the truth now.

But I just thought i'd,

I thought
you'd eventually realize

what a fairy tale
this all was.

Oh, mom.

That must have been
so hard for you.

It was.

Wait.

I want to share something
with you.

Stay there.

I hated doing that.

I just thought
it was necessary.

Yeah, I think it's good
she heard it.

Sorry, you don't get
to rewrite history.

What's that?

Open it.

Oh, what are these?

Letters I've received
from daddy

over the last 20 years
or so.

How many has he sent you guys?

This can't be real.

He wouldn't...

He's been sending
you letters?

Oh my god.

These are real.

How 'bout that?

This one's my favorite.

Is that my stationery?

Lying under this one.

Would you like me
to read it?

February 5, 1978.

The day he left.

"Mary, sweetheart,
I must leave quickly,

"so this has to be short.

"If you haven't
already been told,

"I've done some bad things
and have to go away.

"You will no doubt hear
from many people

"in the coming months
that I'm a very bad man.

"I'm sorry
you have to go through this.

"For what it's worth,
I don't think of myself as bad,

"just very, very foolish.

"Please take care
of your mother

"and your precious baby sister.

"They'll need your strength

"to make it through
the difficult times ahead.

"Keep this letter hidden
in your special hiding place.

"Yes, I know about it.

"It's okay.

"And whenever you feel down,

"or full of self-doubt,
read this letter,

"and remember
that you are so special.

"And know that I love you more
than anything in this world.

"And will hold you close
in my heart

"forever and always.

"Stay sweet and warm
and kind

"and funny,
and do great things.

"A million kisses,
the sun and the moon,

daddy."

So, uh,

anyway,

Have you ever heard
of hemolytic anemia?

Yeah, it happens
when a newborn is rh-positive,

and the mother is rh-negative.

When she's pregnant,
her body has,

for lack of a better term,
an allergic reaction to the baby

and starts attacking it, why?

Well, the baby they pulled out
of the motel room had it.

Let me see that.

That's weird.

She said that Russell is
the baby's father,

but, look.

What am I looking at?

Russell is rh-negative too.

Mm, right.

What does that mean?

It means someone else
is that baby's father.

Whose-who-who?

I don't know.

We have to find out.

I'm sorry.

It was a really stupid idea.

Oh, no!

Oh, no, no.

You don't get
to drop this bomb,

and then just sweep it away

as if it never happened.

How could you keep this
from me?

What kind of a person
does that?

It was personal.

Between, between him and me.

Oh, god, I'm losing my mind.

I was trying
to protect you.

And him.

January 29, 1988.

It's the first one I got
after he left.

Almost, almost ten years later.

"My darling girl...

"I was so sad to learn

that you moved out
and married that Mark."

You married him?
What?

I got it annulled
a month later.

"He's way too old,

"and you're way too young.

"I know taking...

"Care of your mother...

"Can be a trial...

"But she means well.

"And wanting to get out
of the house

is a piss-poor reason
to get married."

He didn't mean, he didn't--
do not

presume to tell me
what my husband meant.

How did you find him?

What did you do?

I didn't do anything.

He just started writing.

Ah, he just started
writing you.

He just happened
to start writing

as soon as you ran off
with that gorilla-armed freak.

As soon as you were away
from me.

Yes.

I don't believe you.

How did he know?

Hmm?

You must know
where he is.

I don't.
I have no idea.

Look, somehow he keeps tabs.

The last letter came

the day after I bought the
house, the day you moved in.

Does he ever ask
about me?

He doesn't ask
about anything.

There's no way
of replying.

He's mentioned you
a few times.

About five years ago,
he wrote how beautiful

you'd grown up to be.

And that he was worried
about you.

Here.

It's this one.

Ooh.
Brandi.

Brandi, Brandi,
don't, don't, don't.

No.
Don't. Brandi.

No.
Don't.

What?
What do you even care?

He was a bastard

who abandoned us
right after I was born.

I mean, who cares
how many letters he wrote?

He wasn't there when you got
evicted from the duplex.

He didn't help us

carry our furniture out
to the curb

while the neighbors watched.

He doesn't get
to care about me, okay.

He doesn't have the right.

And how come you haven't turned
this evidence into the FBI,

miss self-righteous?

He was a worse criminal
than me.

The guy robbed banks
for Christ's sake,

and all I did was try to...

Oh, that's right,
I almost forgot,

I'm not allowed
to tell you.

I hate you both.

You guys love him

and these stupid letters
more than me.

No, Brandi.
No!

Okay, it's fine.

Let them arrest me,
okay,

because I have
a bargaining chip now.

If they want me, I'm gonna tell
them all about your father.

'Cause he sure as hell
isn't mine.

Don't worry.

She'll never tell them.

Of course she would.

And I don't blame her.

Do you mind...

If I read some of these?

No.

Go ahead.

All right, all right.

Oh my god.

Why, why, Raph?

What are you doing here?
It's the middle of the night.

Well, I came to see
if you were okay

because I-I left

about 20 messages on your phone
and you don't call me back.

Oh my god,
were you driving like this?

No, no, no.
I rode my bike.

Raph, you don't have
a bike.

Then whose bike did
I ride?

Look--
so why don't you
call me back?

Huh?

Raph, did no one call you
yesterday?

About where I was,
what I was doing?

All I know is
that I left like--

20 messages,
I know.

And yet
you don't call me back.

Um, yeah, sorry,
I lost my phone yesterday.

Oh, good, good.

Because I thought
you were maybe angry

about the other night
with Brandi,

and I really want to explain
about the other night.

Raphael,
I don't care anymore.

One minute.

Well, it will
only be one minute.

Come on, come on.
Okay, come on.

Sit, sit down.

Look,

okay.

Mary, what you think

you saw that night,
you didn't see.

Brandi came to me
that night,

upset, really upset.

Good,
she should be upset.

You know about it?

Not completely.
Do you?

Well, it's not my place
to tell you

what she did
or didn't told me.

She kept going on

about this bear
and a biscuit.

The bear's name is biscuit.

Oh, so the bear, um,
she said it was yours,

and you gave it to her
because of the monkeys.

Huh?
The flying monkeys.

From the wizard of oz.

My father gave biscuit to me
when I was four.

I was afraid of the dark.

He told me it would stay awake
and watch over me while I slept.

And Brandi was four.

She saw the wizard of oz
and couldn't sleep for days,

so I gave her biscuit

to keep her safe.

Told her he would stay awake

and watch over her
while she slept.

That's sweet.

Yeah, well,
after she fell asleep,

I'd sneak in her room
and take biscuit back,

so he could watch over me.

I did that right up
until I moved out when I was 16,

and then I let her keep him.

I guess I knew she was gonna
need someone to watch over her.

Now I understand
why she kept crying and crying

about giving away the biscuit.

She gave away biscuit?

To who?
I'll kill her.

See, that's what
she's afraid of.

She said
that through everything bad,

no matter what else happened,

you two always had
that connection between you.

And now that biscuit is gone,

she's afraid that there's
nothing left between you.

And I told her that
that's crazy.

But she wouldn't believe me.

She's terrified that you won't
be in her life anymore.

To watch over her.

Could you just please tell her

that you are still her sister?

That it didn't all go away
with the biscuit?

Is that why you rode a bike
all the way over here drunk?

To tell me that?

I don't have a bike.

No.

Now what?

Well, after careful
consideration,

we've come
to the conclusion

that you're right.

There's nothing we have
to offer you.

Oh, you had me all dragged
all the way up here for that?

There is, however, something,
we have to offer your baby.

What the hell are
you talking about?

Has he been smoking something?

I'm going out on a limb
and saying he doesn't know.

Yeah, know what?

Oh, well,
about 18 months ago,

did you and Rachel have...

What's the word
I'm looking for?

Sex.

That's it.

How 'bout it?

And you expect me
to believe that her kid

is my kid.

We ran a quick paternity test
on Rachel's baby.

It can't possibly be Russell's.

Don't make it mine.

Actually, it does.

How do I know
you're not lying?

Check it out
with your attorney.

I think we now have something
he wants.

So what do you say?

Don't you want your son to have
a better deal than you did?

Mm? Maybe not wind up
od'ing with his mother

like your kid brother.

Oh, all right.

All right.

You listen,

what you say checks out,

you get my kid
a decent home,

and you make sure

that crazy bitch Rachel

never gets her hands
on him again.

I get that in writing,

I'll tell you
what you want.

Deal?

Yeah.
Deal.

Yeah.

I'll call the lawyer
first thing in the morning.

I promise I'll get this
all sorted out,

and you'll never have to hear
anything about it.

I want you
to tell me everything.

From the beginning.

Chuck was the mastermind.

He put the whole deal together,

and Brandi was just
some dumb chick,

who let her boyfriend use her.

She probably had no idea
what she was doing.

Signed confession, doesn't get
any better than that.

You think I'm taking the word
of a drug-dealing,

FBI agent-killing scumbag?

Brandi Shannon didn't check
into that motel by accident.

And she sure as hell
wasn't there to save any babies.

She was making a deal.

And that deal
got two agents killed.

Well, unless you can tie her
directly to the drugs,

we can't prove any of that.

What are you planning
on doing with that?

What the hell is this?

I have a warrant
to search the house,

the grounds and all vehicles

used by you and your immediate
family for drugs.

Damn.

I want her house taken apart
piece by piece.

* if dreams were thunder

* and lightning was desire

* a long time ago

* make me an angel

* that flies from Montgomery

hey, hey, hey, o'Connor,
you're done here, all right?

Time to go up to New Jersey.

Got your man. It's over.

Now let these people
put their lives together.

You think this is over?

I'm just getting started.

* to believe in this living

* is just a hard way to go

all right, uh,

you want me to get you all
a hotel room?

No, no, thanks.

We're not going anywhere.

Then I guess we should start
with the living room.

No, you guys have
kept me awake long enough.

We got it from here.
We're good.

* make me an angel

what did you do
with the stuff in the suitcase?

Me?
Yes.

I didn't do anything.
I thought you did something.

No!

I haven't been near it.
I haven't touched a thing.

She couldn't have.

I've been with her
the whole time.

Well, I don't know much
about chemistry,

but I'm pretty sure it didn't
just magically turn into towels.

Ow.