All language subtitles for HUMAN TARGET - S02 E11 - Kill Bob (720p - DCU Web-DL)

(male ♪1) Busted.

[instrumental music]

♪ This here's a jam
for all the fellas ♪

♪ Try to do what
those ladies tell us ♪

♪ Get shot down 'cause
you're overzealous ♪

♪ Play hard to get
females get jealous ♪

♪ Okay smarty go to a party ♪

♪ Girls are scantily
clad and showing body ♪

♪ A chick walks by you
wish you could sex her ♪

♪ Bustin' another move
like you was poindexter ♪

♪ Hey oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh yeah oh ♪

♪ Just bust a move ♪
♪ Oh hey ♪

♪ Oh oh yeah oh oh ♪

♪ Yeah oh ♪

♪ You're on a mission
and you're wishin' ♪

♪ Someone could cure
your lonely condition ♪

♪ Lookin' for love in all
the wrong places no.. ♪

[cellphone ringing]

Come on! Oh.

Oh, dammit.

[rapid gunfire]

Oh.

[Engine revving]

[glass shatters]

Bob here says he has no idea

why anyone would
wanna put a hit on him.

Wait, a-a hit? You
mean like he was hired?

He didn't just wanna
kill me himself?

Well, he's obviously a
pro. He knew your route.

He knew the traffic, how
to get in and out quickly.

It's what I would've done.

Well, in the abstract.

(Winston) 'You sure
you didn't see anything?'

Maybe the make of the motorcycle

license plate number,
something like that?

No, I told you. I-I was ducking.

I was reaching for my phone.

Thank God my wife
called when she did.

Hey, listen, I don't want her
to find out about this, okay?

She'd freak.

I mean, you know, she's
just a schoolteacher.

Yeah, but it's a slippery
slope, believe me.

Ask my ex.

I just don't get it

I'm like the last guy
anyone would wanna kill.

Bob, why don't you have a seat?

We're gonna figure
out who tried to kill you.

[sighs]

What do you do for a living?

I write communication software

for weather satellites.

(Chance) 'Where do you do this?'

Lendyne.

Lendyne, the defense contractor?

Well, talk about
burying the lead.

Yeah, except nothing
I do is classified

or even remotely secretive.

'I have the lowest level
clearance possible.'

Hey, maybe it was a drive-by.

I did have rap on in the car.

Gonna go out on a limb
and say it has nothing to do

with your gang affiliation.

So what do we do?

We do what we do best.

Blend into your life,
hide in the shadows

wait for the threat
to reveal itself

then we hope
someone tries to kill you.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

Somebody enlighten me here.
Is this a fun couples thing to do?

(Winston) Hell, no.

One thing I don't
miss about married life

is getting dragged
down here every Sunday

'freezin' my ass off'

'missin' my 49ers.'

Still, actuary tables show

that married people
tend to live longer lives.

(Winston) 'Right,
says the guy who tends'

to make people
live shorter lives.

Okay, they're splitting up.

'Guerrero, you and I flank Bob'

'Winston, take Angie.'

[instrumental music]

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
hold on a second.

Something here
ain't right. Let me..

'Chance, you got eyes on Angie?'

(Chance) 'I think she's
heading back to Bob.'

- Think she's got a gun.
- A gun?

Guerrero, get him outta here.

Hey, dude, got a situation.
Walk that way. Go.

What about my wife?
Aren't you worried about her?

Yeah, more than
you know. Go, go.

Chance, now would be a
good time to do something.

(male ♪2) 'Hey, my fish!'

Thanks.

[people screaming]

(male ♪3) 'Hey,
heads up, heads up.'

[indistinct chatter]

- Come on! Get in!
- What happened?

Did you see the assassin?
What'd he look like?

Yeah, looked a
lot like your wife.

Wait. What?

[theme music]

I'm telling you, there's no
way my wife is trying to kill me.

She loves me. We've
never even had a fight.

That should have
been your first clue.

- Oh, my God, it's Angie.
- Don't answer it.

'Don't think of it.'

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Ames. Where have you been?

Is there something
wrong with your phone?

Um... no.

Mr. Winston, I'm so
sorry. It was all my fault.

- We were in Las Vegas.
- Vegas? For what?

Uh..

Mrs. Pucci.

Like to introduce you to our
new client, Bob Anderson.

Oh, excellent! It's a pleasure
to meet you, Mr. Anderson.

- So what brings you here?
- 'Wife's trying to kill him.'

No. No, no, he's wrong.

It's not my wife. We're
very happily married.

Yeah? For how long?

Three years, four
months, two days.

Aw. You know to the
day. That is so sweet.

Yeah, give it a couple of years.

As someone who's had
firsthand experience on the subject

I believe that marriage
is a sacred institution

one that only a husband and wife

can truly appreciate
and understand.

Thank you. So you don't
think my wife's trying to kill me?

Oh, yes, she probably is,
if Mr. Chance believes so.

Well, in any event,
you're in very good hands

so best of luck.

So, Bob, you wanna know
who your wife really is?

'Her maiden name was
Schwedak, at least was before'

she married her first husband.

What? No. Her-her
maiden name is Monroe.

Who is that guy?

That's Jim Charles,
her first husband.

It didn't end well.

(Winston) 'Scotland Yard found
his body floating in the Thames.'

- He'd been poisoned.
- This doesn't make any sense.

I know this has got to be
overwhelming for you, Bob.

I kinda know how you feel.

Have you ever been
married, Mr. Chance?

- No.
- Okay.

Then you can't
possibly know how I feel.

I've been with
Angie for three years

and they've been the
happiest three years of my life.

You expect me to believe
it was all just a-a lie?

Look, as much as
I would love to root

for the institution of marriage

the evidence here
pretty compelling.

(Winston) 'Bob, listen,
has there been anything'

in your wife's behavior recently

that would make you feel
even remotely suspicious of her?

No! What are
you.. Are you guys..

I'm telling you, we
are completely in love.

'We're even supposed
to go away for a romantic'

getaway weekend tonight.

Now, do you-you think
she'd wanna do that

if she was trying to kill me?

'Come on.'

Best way to find
out, let her try.

Wait. What?

[instrumental music]

Why is he still alive?

Look, if you just
want me to kill him

I can do it in his sleep.

But if the point is to make it
look like somebody else did it...

The point is we are
running out of time.

And if we do not
meet this deadline...

We'll meet the deadline.

(male ♪4) 'Wanna
take it down to the truck?'

(male ♪5) 'Yeah, hold on.'

[speaking foreign language]

Trust me.

You and I will be long gone

by the time they find his body.

[instrumental music]

(Winston) 'Okay, she's comin'
out now. You got anything yet?'

No. I can't hear
a thing in there.

Probably using jammers.

If we're gonna find
out what she's up to

we're gonna have to break in.

Interior doors are
probably alarmed, so..

Yeah, I'll get the
climbing gear.

- Seriously?
- Yeah, man.

Hey, you gotta do
what you gotta do.

Look, uh, don't know
how to tell you this

but you rappelling off the
side of a 40-story building is..

Not a good idea.

Oh, so what's this now

another crack about my size?

Well... yeah.

Ames, you're late. Suit up.

Maybe next time.

Hang on. Is that a wedding ring?

What? No, of course, it's not.

It's on your left hand,
and it's on your ring finger.

I know what a wedding ring is.

Wait... that's why
you went to Vegas?

To get married?

- No.
- Yes.

How do you know?

Told you you
should've invited him.

[dramatic music]

Hi, Bob.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- You okay?

- Me?
- Yeah.

Fine. Why?

I don't know. You just
seem a little jumpy.

Jumpy? No. What do you..

I-I'm just, you
know, I'm just excited

about our trip, you know?

Um, are you ready to go?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.

Yeah. Can't wait.

(Chance) Alright, you two..

Lovebirds.

You must be Angie. Heard
a lot about you, all good.

Bob, she's gorgeous.

Uh, Bob, who is this person?

- I'm Larry.
- Yeah.

Bob and I work together.

Not exactly together. I'm in HR.

Bob, well, he's your husband

you know where he works, right?

[giggles] Yeah.

Um, Larry's car broke down.

- Yeah, fuel pump, second time.
- Second time.

So his fiancee is
supposed to be at that resort

up near our cabin so I..

Offered him a ride.

- Bob!
- You just gotta drop me off.

I mean, you won't
even know I'm there.

- Won't even know.
- Appreciate it.

He appreciates it.

Okay, I'm gonna get
the rest of the stuff.

Don't kill me.

[instrumental music]

[glass shatters]

We're in.

Fine.

So what's his name?

Who?

Alejandro.

Oh, of course, Alejandro.

And how long have
you known Alejandro?

A couple of weeks.

Oh, a couple of weeks.

Look, are we really gonna
get into this right here, now?

You're damn right we're
gonna get into it right now.

What's the matter with you?

'How could you marry this guy?'

'You hardly even know him.'

(Guerrero) 'If anybody
cares, they've got some'

serious encryption protocols

protecting something
called "Project Graystar."

[cell phone beeping]

Turn around... now.

[tires screeching]

We might have to take this
back to HQ to decode, dude.

Alright, what are you
thinking? CIA, black ops?

No, more like OSA.

'Database logbook's
all in Russian.'

Which means Bob's
wife's is looking

a lot more like a spy.

Poor guy, he has no idea.

Yeah, see, that's what happens

when you marry
people you hardly know.

[tires screeching]

Hang on a second.

'Bad guys just
pulled up to the front'

and I believe they're
headed your way.

Alright, dude, I'm streaming
encrypted files to you now.

Alright, good, good.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

[speaking Russian]

Now how you gonna get out?

Same way we got in.

[elevator bell dings]

Got it.

- Ames.
- Whoa, whoa.

How do we know the
ropes are long enough

to reach the ground?

Only one way to find out.

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[speaking Russian]

[indistinct chatter]

Okay. Well, that's
kind of embarrassing.

Just talked to my fiancee.

Apparently, we're supposed
to meet next weekend.

Yeah, got our signals
crossed a little bit.

What can you do?

Uh, call the inn, get a room.

Well, listen, I'll be fine.
I'll sleep in the truck.

- No. What?
- Great.

That's great. Thank you.

Angie, come on, he'll freeze.

It's not that cold. He's fine.

Are you sure this
is a good idea?

'She seems really pissed.'

If we're lucky, maybe
she'll try to take us both out.

Who are you?

We're pretty sure
Angie's a spy, Chance.

Probably OSA.

Her marriage to Bob is a cover

and now she doesn't
need him anymore.

What's going on?
What's happening?

[cell phone ringing]

What?

We have been
breached, perhaps by CIA.

Did they find anything?

I'm not sure, but finish the job

'and keep your eyes open
for anything suspicious.'

We're headed
back to HQ right now

to try and decrypt the files

find out why OSA wants Bob dead.

So listen, watch your back.

For all we know, she
could already be onto you.

Looks like he's got
sat reception too.

What?

Who?

Never mind, I'll handle it.

(Chance) Looks like we're
in for an interesting evening.

Ahem.

Oh, hey, Angie, listen, um

I've been thinking, I
really feel bad about today

so maybe Bob just gives
me a ride down the mountain.

- Tomorrow...
- 'Nonsense.'

No, Larry, you're
not going anywhere.

[instrumental music]

So medium, medium
rare, or bloody?

Uh, either.

Why don't you let
me do that for you?

- Yeah.
- No, it's okay.

- Oh! I'm-I'm sorry.
- Oh.

Um, must be the altitude.

How sweet. Thank you.

Excuse me. Oh.

'Excuse me.'

'Ahem.'

'Oh, Bob, by the way
the body shop called.'

Um, what, uh, what
was that about?

Uh, just a little fender bender.

- Not to worry.
- 'Oh, okay.'

Well, just as long
as you're alright.

You know, this is
really great and I hope

you're not just doing
this for my benefit.

Well, you know, it's not often

I get to cook for more
than just Bob and I, so..

I didn't want to miss my chance.

How about a toast?

Salud. It's Italian.

Salud.

- Salud.
- And salud.

[gurgling]

[clears throat]

Kharashow.

Oh, thank you.

- Bob?
- 'Yeah?'

Now would be a great time
to go get some firewood.

Right now? I'm eating.

Pass the salt, will you?

Get the firewood, Bob.

Okay.

Getting the firewood.

Nice spread. I thought for
sure you'd be serving borscht.

Talk fast, CIA,
what do you want?

Well, first of all, I'm not CIA.

But secondly, I think it's
pretty clear what I want.

I want Bob alive.

Then why don't you just
go ahead and shoot me?

Because I don't like to
shoot unarmed women.

Company policy.

Feeling a little light
there, by the way?

Took my clip, but
put my gun back.

Impressive. Didn't even notice.

'Did you?'

Nicely done.

Spasiba.

[intense music]

Ah!

[groans]

Aah!

Oh!

I'm back.

Go!

This way. Go.

Go!

What the hell are
you doing here?

I told you I could handle it.

You have said that before.

I am here to make sure.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, answer.

Damn it, he's not
answering his phone.

We gotta figure
out who the hell it is

we're dealing with.

Come on, just forget
about the sequencer.

Have you tried a backdoor?

Yes, twice. Just chill.

[cell phone rings]

Aren't you going to answer that?

Hi, honey. No,
I-I'm still at work.

No, of course I wanna
talk to you, and I'm sorry..

I'm ain't getting
them no present.

I don't care.

How you gonna invite
everybody in the office except me?

Dude, if you haven't figured
out why you weren't invited yet..

Give it up.

Alejandro wanted me to tell
you that he's got a great picture

of you playing
sax with the band.

Great.

Yeah, military
satellites, I get it.

Why in the hell would
the Russians be interested

in a weather satellite?

Question is, what
has it got to do

'with them wanting Bob dead?'

Whoa! Back up.
What the hell was that?

Dude? Why does the OSA
have a file on Ilsa's husband?

(Ilsa) 'I'm curious..'

Shut it down, shut it down.

Curious about what?

Well, whether or not Bob's wife

is actually trying to kill
him or not, of course.

Oh.

Why? Is there something else?

No. What you talkin' about?

No.

Where are they going?

Exactly where I want them to.

We're pinned!

We're gonna go back to the
cabin and hotwire the truck.

Um, why aren't we
doing that right now?

Because I think that's exactly
what she wants us to do.

I just can't figure out why.

'Unless..'

Lift your head up a little bit.

- Are you crazy?
- Come on.

[gunshot]

Oh, my God, she
is trying to kill me.

Yeah, but she didn't.

Come on.

[gunshots]

What are you doing?

'Chance, talk to me.'

Wow, she's good.
She's really good.

What the hell are
you talking about?

Finish them off.

Good news. Your wife loves ya.

- Come on.
- What?

I'm happy for you, Bob.

Happy for.. Are you kidding?

My wife tried to
kill me yesterday.

He just means he's
happy you're still alive, Bob.

Uh, no, he means he's happy

that Bob's wife still loves him.

Score another win for matrimony.

Bob, what I'm saying
is, your wife isn't

trying to kill you.

She's trying to make it look

like she's killing you.

Okay, a world-class
assassin like her

she doesn't miss as
often and as closely

as she does with you.

I'm betting that she
rigged the explosives

on the truck to make it
look like you were both killed.

So you think she
had an exit strategy?

I think she still has one.

Even if she wasn't
trying to kill me

she was still
trying to kill you.

Right. She's not
in love with me.

She's in love with you.

Aw.

(Bob) Even if that's true

who could she
possibly be working for

that would make
her want to fake my..

Her..

Our deaths?

Natalia Petrovic?

That's the little
woman's real name.

She was born in St. Petersburg

and she graduated from
University of Moscow

where she was
recruited to the OSA

a secret branch of
Russian intelligence.

Why would they want Angie
to marry me of all people?

Because the encryption code

you were working
on wasn't really

for weather satellites.

According to our Russian friends

the code was actually to
protect NSA spy satellites.

(Bob) 'So what do we do now?'

Call your wife's bosses
give them what they want.

You-you mean, you mean me?

Now, listen, I think the only
reason they wanted to kill you

is because they thought you
were close to finishing the code.

Which they don't want you
to do because they'd already

hacked into the old one.

Okay, but if I give
them the new code

they're gonna kill me anyway.

I don't think so. You
see, I think Angie...

Natalia.

Natalia isn't gonna
let that happen.

So you call them,
arrange a meeting

tell them you want to
trade the code for your life

see what happens.

See what happens?

You mean put all
my trust into a woman

who's been lying to
me all these years?

That's-that's..

Crazy?

Granted, if I'm wrong,
you're probably dead.

There's no denying
that but if I'm right

you just might get Angie back.

Sorry to interrupt.
Dude, you got a second?

Yeah. Think about it.

[sighs]

So what are we doing down here?

When we found that file on Angie

we also found a file
on Marshall Pucci.

'Photo was taken
at a local hotel'

two days before he was killed.

Who's the woman?

You mean who's the mistress?

Could be somethin' else.

Either way, dude,
not looking good.

Okay, let me know what you find

but come to me first
with whatever you dig up.

I don't want Ilsa to
worry for no reason.

(Ilsa) 'No reason for
me to worry about what?'

We got that off the hard drive

of a Russian spy
agency we infiltrated.

And may I ask you why
you wouldn't show it to me?

Wanted to check it out first

before we bothered you with it.

Bother me?

What if there were others
involved in his killing?

This woman could lead us to
knowing more of the full story.

Or it could lead us
to something else.

Look, Ilsa, I know
this has got to be hard

but some things are
really better off left alone.

[instrumental music]

Yes, yes.

I'd imagine to a person like you

that would seem to be the case.

A person like me?

A person who's never
been in a relationship

with someone he actually trusts

'someone who's
always been alone.'

And while your
professional threat

assessment is appreciated

I would very much like to know

more about the
woman in this photo.

If I learn anything of import

I'll be sure to let you know.

Good day.

Okay, I thought about it.

I'll do it.

Not 'cause I trust Angie.

But, um..

'Cause I trust you.

Good. I'm glad somebody
around here does.

'Just give them the hard drive.'

Let us take care the rest.

Okay, uh, and-and if
you don't mind my asking

what-what will
that entail, exactly?

It depends. On your wife's
first move, then we go in.

Okay, um, w-what's
my wife's move?

I'll recognize it when I see it.

Don't worry. She's not
gonna let them hurt ya.

Hmm.

Just in case, neither will we.

Okay, I'm here.

What's so important?

Sit.

Okay.

- Isn't that...
- It is.

'The question is, who
is the woman with him?'

This is what you and I
shall endeavor to find out

this afternoon.

Help me.

'Been, uh, reading the manual.'

I know, right? Me, go figure.

Showtime.

Is Angie with them?

Can't tell.

Windows are tinted.

Alright, muscle's
getting out now.

Whoa. Packing some serious heat.

You are a trusting man, Bob,
coming out here by yourself.

I admire that.

'You did bring the
code, I presume?'

[laughing]

I want my wife back first.

Far be it from me to stand
in the way of romance.

Come to your husband, Natalia.

'Come.'

Okay, he gave 'em
the code. Now what?

And this time, do not miss.

[intense music]

Chance, she's armed!
She's gonna shoot him!

I'm sorry.

'I'm sorry.'

Her finger's on the
trigger. Talk to me, Chance.

Nah, it's okay. She's
just playing them.

- 'Are you sure?'
- Trust me.

She's got a plan.

Uh, dude..

Looks like Angie just shot Bob.

'Chance? Chance!'

Easy, Bob, easy.

Just breathe. Just breathe.

She shot me. Angie shot me.

Whoa, she really shot him.

Well, I told you.

I'm aware that she
shot him. I knew it.

This is perfectly execute,
the bullet went clean though.

It's less than a centimeter
away from his heart.

She's a pretty good
shot, I'll tell you that.

That's beautiful, man.

What the hell are
you talkin' about?

Guys, am I gonna die?

Bob, you're gonna fine.

She had to do it,
make them think

you're really dead.

I don't understand.

Because it's un-understandable!

It's a clean shot, dude.
He's gonna be fine, alright?

She planned it.

She planned it so they
won't keep comin' after you.

So that was her move?

Pretty good move.

She loves me.

Angie loves me.

Oh, brother.

Now, I gotta go kill her.

What?

Did he say kill her?

[speaking Russian]

I don't know about this.

We can't count on her
missing on purpose again.

We're not.

Speed up a little bit, will you?

♪ Breathe the pressure ♪

♪ Come play my
game I'll test ya ♪

♪ Psycho-somatic addict-insane ♪

♪ Breathe the pressure ♪

♪ Come play my
game I'll test ya ♪

♪ Psycho-somatic addict-insane ♪

[speaking Russian]

♪ Exhale exhale exhale ♪

[instrumental music]

I don't suppose I can
talk you out of this.

Nope. Hit it!

[speaking Russian]

♪ Psycho-somatic addict-insane ♪

♪ Breathe the pressure ♪

♪ Come play my
game I'll test ya ♪

♪ Psycho-somatic addict-insane ♪

[speaks Russian]

♪ Exhale exhale exhale ♪

♪ Come play my game ♪

♪ Exhale ♪

[instrumental music]

'Angie?'

I was worried I was the only
one who could make that shot.

To tell you the truth, so was I.

I need a drink.

Ready, Bob?

Whoa, what-what happened?

Did-did they get away?

They got away, Bob.

Did you..

Did-did you kill Angie?

No, honey, he didn't.

- Angie.
- Hi.

I love you, Bob.

I love you too..

Natalia.

[both grunts]

So I guess you're
the love expert now.

What, are you waiting for
me to give you an apology

for doubting you?

Love is never having
to say you're sorry.

Oh, why don't you shut up?

Even after you shoot
somebody in the chest.

(Winston) 'So, um..'

Uh..

Ahem!

'We'll alert the NSA
about that code.'

The one you gave them
will never go operational.

I know.

I never gave it to them.

What?

You didn't give them the drive?

No, I gave them the drive.

It was just
infected with a virus

which means it'll have
corrupted the code by now.

Ballsy. I like it.

That's amazing.

Nice move, Bob. Not bad.

Listen, I can't thank
you all enough.

I wanted so much for
what you were telling me

about Angie to be true,
and, uh, now I know it is.

Yeah, our relationship
may have started out a lie

but, um, it became very real.

'Yeah.'

Normally, it's the
other way around.

I think what Winston meant was

it's not the lack of love

but the, uh, lack of friendship

that makes for an
unhappy marriage.

- Did you make that up?
- Nietzsche.

I take it this means the
mission was a success?

Oh, absolutely.

My faith in the
institution of marriage

has just been
officially renewed.

Well, good.

I'm glad we could be of service

and I wish you
both the best of luck.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Listen, on the subject of luck

you guys are gonna
need all you can get

to stay alive.

By now, Ivan knows
he doesn't have the code

and he's probably
not gonna forget that.

Yeah, it's not a problem.

We have an exit plan.

Uh, we-we do?

Of course.

Every good spy has one.

Although, um, we could
use your assistance

on a few things.

Alright.

Any preference on
your new names?

- Winston?
- Hmm?

I'm really sorry.

I should have invited
you to the wedding

but... I knew you'd
think it was a mistake.

Let me tell you something.

Ah, what the hell.

Ain't like my marriage
turned out that great.

What the hell do I know?

A lot, apparently.

Alejandro and I are
getting an annulment.

I mean, he is great and
all but you were right.

I hardly even know the guy.

Plus, I'm totally not
suited to be with a Pisces.

I mean, I'm a Scorpio.
What was I thinking?

I know, I know, I wasn't.

I just wanted to
apologize for not telling you

about the photo.

I didn't want you to have
to endure anything else

considering what you've
already been through.

Apology accepted.

'But you should know
that there's nothing'

more important to
me than making sure

that there's no one else
out there who could have

played a role in
Marshall's death.

- I understand.
- I don't think you do.

- Yeah, you mentioned that.
- 'I'm sorry.'

I don't mean to sound so harsh.

But?

I don't think you've
ever been in love.

And that makes
all the difference.

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Just want to say I hope you guys

have a wonderful life together.

- Thanks, Chance.
- 'Thanks.'

You have no idea
what this means to us.

Welcome aboard,
Mr. and Mrs. Schneider.

Uh, Schneider?

How many identities do you have?

Does it matter, sweetheart?

Ya liubliu tebia.

Uh, it means I love you.

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