All language subtitles for Deep State - 02x06 - The New Normal.HEVC.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

What I want to know is
how did my son die?

WHITE: Isaac was executed.
He was shot in the back of the head...

- (gunshot)
- WHITE: No!

During a failed escaped attempt.

I know people

- who can get us out of here, George.
- HIRSCH: There's a total

of 15 million here.

33 payments were sanctioned
around the date that Miller

was released.
The first payments

originated from a company here.

The source of the ransom,
and it's this place?

I've been accused of...

of harassment.

What's your take on Al Moctar?

He's dedicated.

He's smart.

The air force...
That is my problem.

I can help you with that.

COLLINS:
This is the long arm of KMPH.

They infiltrated
the intelligence services

to act on their behalf.

I made a deal with Max Easton,

- Harry Clarke's father.
- I don't care what you've got to do...

Issue a warrant...
Just pick 'em up.

Harry, what are we gonna do?

- (indistinct shouting)
- AICHA: What is he doing?

(shouting in Tamasheq)

(whirring)

ANCHOR: Dramatic footage
today posted online

by Malian Separatists who have,
for the first time,

shot down a government
air force fighter

with a surface-to-air missile.

Rebels can be heard yelling,
"Azawad," the name

of the Northern Malian
territory, which they

- claim is...
- Daddy?

Morning, sweetheart.

You hungry?
Want me to make you a waffle

or some eggs or something?

What is it?

Are you and Mommy
getting divorced?

Who told you that?

Are you?

Sit down.

Hey.

Everything's gonna be all right.

♪ ♪

♪ We tell ourselves ♪

♪ We're on the side
of the angels ♪

♪ And we tell ourselves ♪

♪ We're the good guys ♪

♪ But we know ♪

♪ Our heads are in the sand ♪

♪ We know ♪

♪ Nothing ever changes ♪

♪ The same people win ♪

♪ The same people lose ♪

♪ We know the fight is fixed ♪

♪ The wars go on and on ♪

♪ And we know. ♪

(shouting, ululating)

(shouting, gunfire
continuing in distance)

(continues speaking Tamasheq)

(grunts)

No! No!

- No! No!
- Shh! Shh!

- (muffled screaming): No! No!
- Shh!

- Shh...
- (screaming)

- No!
- (gunshot)

(panting)

(shouting, gunfire
continuing in distance)

♪ ♪

- (honking)
- (indistinct shouting)

No!

No! No!

- (shouting in French)
- No! No!

(screaming)

No! No!

No!
(screaming)

(shouting in French)

LEYLA:
Aicha!

No, no, no, no, no!

(shouting continuing)

(Leyla shouting in French)

(speaks French)

(shouting stops)

(shouting resumes)

(shouting)

Leyla!

(shouting resumes)

The Americans are playing you.

(translating to Tamasheq)

(speaking Tamasheq)

AICHA:
Who cares?

You know what I did today?

I declared our independence.

Only because they let you.
Because it suits their purpose.

There has been no assault
by American forces

since you took this town,
am I right?

- Why do you think that is?
- (Aicha continues translating)

Or...

because it's in their interest
to let you hold it.

How long after we left you
two years ago

did you start receiving arms?

And what did they give you?

Let me guess... FIM 92s.

(Aicha continues translating)

The same missiles
they gave the Taliban

to shoot down
Soviet helicopters.

The difference is this time
it's not the CIA

that's supplying the arms,

it's a corporation

called KMPH.

You think I care
whose weapons I use?

You're their patsy,
their errand boy.

They built you up as an excuse
to bring in American troops,

and when they
no longer need you,

your supply of arms
will be switched off

as soon as it was turned on.

You give us your contact
who supplied the arms.

We follow the trail
back to KMPH,

get the truth out there.

An American company profiting

from dead American soldiers.

That's something even this
White House can't ignore.

Undermines their whole purpose
for being here.

Maybe they draw down
their troops.

Maybe they withdraw altogether.

Yeah, well, I ran out of road.

Hey, now, look, I never said
when they would cut you off.

Only that they will.

AICHA: you will be hanging
from that scaffold out there.

All of you.

(indistinct conversations)

(gunshot)

George?

- George?
- Huh?

Oh, sorry, sorry.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Family okay?

Uh, you said...
it was urgent?

Yes. Um...

I need a favor.

A subject in London.

- (clears throat)
- Malian opposition leader

needs a bit of hand-holding.

Take him to Kempton Park
or whatever it is

- you usually do with them.
- Yambo Kanté.

Why are we courting him?

- Useful.
- What's he doing in the UK?

Financial irregularities.

You know how it works, George...
He's a potential asset.

- We just need...
- We? Uh...

Uh... who is "we"?

Because I'm-I'm just
a little bit confused here.

- Okay.
- We the U.S.,

we the CIA or...

we the Daughters
of the American Revolution?

- Maybe just keep your voice down.
- Who paid the ransom?

- Nathan didn't tell you?
- No.

No, he didn't.

You're alive.
Let's just be thankful.

It wasn't aid money, was it?

You need answers.

This is not the moment.

I was this close

to getting a bullet.

I don't have the capacity
to play games.

- Let's just order.
- Where...

did the money come from?

18 words I know by heart.

You'll know them, too, I'll bet.

The assessed intelligence
has proved beyond doubt...

That Saddam Hussein continues
in his efforts

to create nuclear weapons.

Doesn't it make you embarrassed?

The system's cracking.
It's not fit for purpose.

Overworked, undervalued.

The intelligence service
is falling apart.

- Hmm.
- 9/11,

Afghanistan, New Delhi...

The CIA missed all of them.

Someone had to do something.

Someone?

I can sleep easy, I really can,

knowing I don't have to rely
upon a broken-down machine.

You have your own
intelligence capability.

There's more than one way
to get things done around here.

- Why am I here again?
- Charm offensive.

- George White to see Mr. Kanté.
- Go straight inside.

KANTE:
And you were there?

WHITE:
No, no, not Magdalen.

Trinity.

What's your son studying?

Economics.

He has an accent now.

Two years, and he talks
like an English prince.

(chuckles)

Couple of things
we need to iron out.

Sure.

WAITRESS:
More champagne?

(indistinct conversations)

Thank you.

Men's business.

Yes, of course.

Dan Lotz here to see
Yambo Kanté.

GUARD: Of course.
Go right through, sir.

- LOTZ: Gentlemen.
- (door closes)

WALLACE:
You're going to have to do this

in a courtroom.

Get used to saying it out loud.

Learn to be dispassionate.

- I need to hear it from you, Gina.
- Yeah.

Uh...

her name is Lauren...

Hansen. Uh...

I see her at the gym sometimes.

You've shared a changing room.

You've been naked
in each other's presence.

It was a gym, for Christ's sake.

Meg.

And what does she say happened?

GINA:
I marked her down,

a couple of essays.
I told her that she needed

to spend some extra time working
to get her grades back up.

- Time with you? -Well, obviously,
you know, I-I didn't mean...

You offered her
private coaching.

I never intended...
You know, I-I didn't mean...

- WALLACE: What exactly did you say to her?
- I said that we

- should meet after class.
- So you invited her

- to your home.
- No. Jesus!

- I know the rules, you know.
I'm not stupid. -Gina.

The letter says
that I came on to her.

That is bullshit. There's no way
that that happened.

And why would she lie about it?

GINA:
I don't know.

You find anything?

Yeah.

The funeral store's owned by...

Belcap International.

They used the funeral home
as a write-off.

And Belcap in turn
is owned by Seracom.

- I know them.
- Big portfolio.

Transport, health care,

justice, hotels, security,
clothing... you name it.

They even have a chain
of Christian bookshops.

- Any government contracts?
- Yeah, a ton.

JESSICA:
But none of that linked to Mali

or the CIA
or the Department of Defense

or Nathan Miller.

So why was Miller's ransom

paid out of one of their assets?

I don't know.

It's a dead end.

I'm sorry.

Helen, could you
give us a minute?

Sure.

(door opens, closes)

What happened?
You look terrible.

Pack it up.

- The desk?
- The whole thing.

We're done.

We're getting nowhere.

Maybe there is nothing
to get to.

I fucked my own career for this,

my wife's career.

What are you
talking about, Meaghan?

Pack it up, all of it.

They win.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

- General Kouyate. -REPORTER: military
aircraft are bringing in equipment

to fight Islamic militia
in North Africa.

REPORTER 2: On the main airfield,
in the capital of Bamako,

a huge operation is underway.
Meanwhile, the police

are being stretched to breaking
point as civil unrest,

riots and violent protests
continue

throughout Bamako in opposition
to President Diabate's

- failing regime.
- This is the tipping point.

This administration
has lost control. It's time.

I say when it's time.
Do I need to remind you?

You're absolutely right,
General.

My apologies.

This is your show now.

Yambo Kanté is on a flight
from London.

It's time to welcome him home.

DRONE PILOT 1 (on computer):
Two miles from target.

DRONE PILOT 2:
All cameras checked.

Laser sensor check.

We still have
two Hellfire missiles.

Do you see it?

That's a negative, sir.

Not yet.

(sighs)

Ma'am.

SOLDIER: Right over there.

Colonel.

We have a confirmed sighting
of Al Moctar.

I just received the go
on a kill strike.

Shh, shh!

(whirring in distance)

That him?

MAN (over radio):
We have confirmation

from the source, sir.

That is Al Moctar.

Is that it?

- That's it.
- Take out the target.

Rifle, rifle, rifle,
weapon away.

Cleared to engage.

Engage now.

DRONE OPERATOR:
Free in three, two...

What the fuck just happened?

We just lost signal, sir.

- We've lost it.
- The connection?

DRONE OPERATOR:
No, sir. The drone.

- We've lost the drone, sir.
- What the fuck do you mean

we lost the drone?
How did that happen?

Their drone is destroyed, sir.

Nice work.

Thanks.

(sighs)

(phone vibrating)

That was too close. I thought
you were supposed to be

- leading them away from Al Moctar.
- I was.

It was third-party intel.

We keep Al Moctar in play

until the new president
is sworn in.

I'm aware of the plan, Nate.

Well, then I shouldn't have
to remind you of it, should I?

What did Kingsley say?

(sighs)

I'm seeing him again
this afternoon.

What does that mean for me?

I don't know.

Amanda, honestly, I don't know.

(hangs up)

Mr. Weaver.

You know horses, Miller?

Well, my uncle used to have
a few on his farm, but

they didn't look
anything like this,

if that's what you're asking.

Used them for breeding stock.

The beginnings
of the modern dynasty.

Bred for speed.

Sir, did you talk to Kingsley?

You think you'd be here
if I did?

Mali's merely a prototype.
If this thing

works there, we roll it out
across Africa.

This is about the wars
we're gonna be fighting

in ten, 20 years' time.

Do you have any idea
how much that's worth?

Well, the bill for Afghanistan

is currently running
at $1.7 trillion.

Now you multiply that
across a continent.

So, given the stakes,

I've decided to give you
a chance to put

some flesh on the bones of that
audacious proposal of yours.

Okay.

Well...

We mothball KMPH
until the scandal passes.

We restructure
our corporate architecture,

bury all of our assets,

cauterize any possible link
to the boardroom.

- You talking about a garage sale?
- No, sir, I'm not.

We keep it all in the family.

Munitions, construction,
support services.

We bury all of our companies

deep inside new holdings.

And if that's not enough?

We sell off any contracts
connected to the Mali operation

to other companies of which you
were a non-executive director.

That way, if this tape
does come out...

If KMPH does go down...
The program is protected.

It continues.

What about Kingsley?

Kingsley will survive, sir.

There are so many scandals
these days,

it's hard to tell them apart.

The new normal.

Exactly.

And Amanda Jones?

I think that she is still

a valuable... asset to us

inside the agency, sir.

I think we should do everything
that we can to protect her.

I'll be in touch.

Fuck.

Sole meunière is good here.

Brown butter and shrimps.

I buried him.

You see these,
uh, these blisters?

They haven't really healed.

Have you ever dug a grave

in the sand, Marcus?

I'm sorry, George.

We did everything we could.

Did you? Hmm.

No one took it lightly.

Well, that's good to hear.

Because, for a while there,
it looked like

you'd fucking well
forgotten all about us.

Or I followed protocol.

Things were taken
out of my hands.

Oh, it was just
following orders.

You've heard of shock, George.

And it's understandable
that you're...

What?

Anxious?

Depressed?

An embarrassment?

All right, I get it.

Now, I know you're upset
about Thomas...

Turner.

His name is Isaac Turner.

- Sorry.
- Say it.

- George.
- Say his name, Marcus.

Just say his name.

- Isaac Turner.
- (plates clatter)

You were supposed
to have his back, Marcus.

You were supposed to have
his fucking back!

Enjoy your sole.

♪ ♪

(phone ringing)

JONES:
Hey, George.

You told me you can
sleep at night.

Yes, that is what I said,
and I meant it.

I'm in.

(men cheering)

Azawad! Azawad!

General Kouyate, sir.

Mr. President.

I see you have a new shadow.

Mr. President.

This can't go on.

Al Moctar is advancing
in the north.

We are struggling to control
the streets here in Bamako.

We continue the fight.

I'm sorry
to have to inform you...

you no longer have
the support of your generals.

Then I will replace them.

All of them.

KOUYATE:
In that case, sir,

I cannot guarantee your safety.

The West...

are happy to promote democracy

until the leaders we elect
start thinking for ourselves.

So, I ask you, what is my sin?

That I did business
with Beijing and not Washington?

We can offer you safe passage
out of the country, sir.

If you leave now.

Who have you chosen
to replace me?

♪ ♪

Why didn't you tell us
what happened to you?

Would it have made a difference?

He still would have
come back here.

I'm sorry.

Really?

If that was true,

we wouldn't be here.

You'd be on a plane to England,
wouldn't you?

And I'd be back home
with my brother and sister.

(engines starting in distance)

Hey. Leyla.

Do you think
they're going for the arms?

(speaks Tamasheq)

(GPS beeping steadily)

(beeping rapidly)

(sustained beep)

(door opens)

(grunting)

(men shouting)

(weapons cocking)

Aicha, get in the car.

(grunting)

Let her go!

Let her go!
Let her go!

Harry, no!

No!

(screaming)

(gunshots)

SECRETARY:
Senator, where are you going?

You can't just walk in here.

I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson.
I tried to stop her.

It's all right, Sally.

Why don't you, uh, take a seat.

You represent Lauren Hansen,
who has filed

what we both know
to be a baseless claim

of harassment against my wife.

Look, I'm... I'm not permitted
to discuss my client's matters

with third parties.
I'm sorry.

- How much are they paying her?
- Excuse me?

More to the point...
how much are they paying you?

I have no idea what
you're talking about, Senator.

Course you don't.

Tell them
to call off their dogs.

I'm throwing in the towel.

They won't get any more trouble
from me.

And tell that cunt
to go join another gym.

(music playing on radio)

Hey.

- Smells good. -Braised rabbit,
marjoram and hazelnuts.

Vintage?

The complaint's been withdrawn.

(laughs)

That's great news.

Just like that, you know,

the girl admitted
that she just made it up

so she could get back at me
for marking her down.

I didn't-I didn't
do anything, Meg.

I know you didn't.

I never doubted you.

Yeah.

Not for a moment.

Thank you.

(sighs)

Oh.
(sniffles)

- (chuckles)
- Thank you for your support,

for believing me...

What is it?

Oh, Gina.

(glass clinks on counter)

What?

This was me.

Uh, I don't understand.

- What do you mean?
- I'm working on something.

I can't go into details.
I was treading on some toes.

This was their way
of warning me to back off.

- Jesus.
- I told them I'd drop it.

That's why the complaint
was withdrawn.

W-Who?

- I can't tell you that.
- But you-you can't...

you-you can't cave.
You can't back down.

It's done.
Wasn't gonna see them

destroy your career.

You did that for me?

- Course.
- (inhales sharply)

There was never any doubt.

I love you so much.

You know that?
(sniffles)

(sobs, laughs)

(exhales)

So, I thought it was time

to move out of that hotel
and get my own place.

Hey, this is mine.

Come over here.

Guess what's down here.

Your room,

for whenever
you stay over with me.

Okay.

Voilà.

I tried to make it
like your room at home.

But it isn't home.

I'm doing the best
that I can, Katie.

I know you are, Daddy.

(phone vibrates)

I've got to take this.

It's okay.

I'm gonna go ahead
with your recommendations.

Neutralize
the threat of the tape.

Kingsley's out.

And what about Amanda Jones?

Next time we speak, you're gonna
tell me that Harry Clarke

and Leyla Toumi
have been dealt with.

(grunts softly)

There's someone here
to see you, sir.

In the study.

Mm.
Thank you, Maggie.

Hope you don't mind.

The maid let me in.

Charming woman.

What's this, late 1800s?

1880.

My wife found it.

In Holt, Norfolk.

In England.

(grunts)

I have great affection
for you, William.

So I'm gonna be honest with you.

Okay.

I know you lied.

About Tehran.

Oh, Hal...

And I know about
the Collins tape.

(exhales)

Hell, why didn't you come to me?

20 years, we've worked together.

21.

(sighs)

I was ashamed.

Of being played.

There'll be an investigation.

Of course,
we'll cloak our assets,

make sure the Mali operation
isn't affected,

as far as possible.

But...

we'll have to offer you up.

You might have to do
a little time.

Now, I'm gonna make that
as comfortable as I can.

And you keep to the script,

there's gonna be a respectable
nest egg waiting for you

when you come out.

Who was it?

Miller?

(scoffs)

Ungrateful son of a bitch.

You leave Miller alone,
you hear?

Otherwise you're gonna
find yourself

without any friends.

(indistinct chatter)

(speaking Tamasheq)

AICHA: There's been a
coup in the capital.

Yambo Kanté, puppet of the West.

Be my guess...

(translates)

They'll wait for him
to be sworn in

and then they'll come for you.

(Aicha translating)

Offer up your head
for the new president.

AICHA:
Look at them.

They're itching
for the Americans to arrive.

What will you do?

(translates)

Issouf...

who was your contact
for the arms deal?

(Aicha translates)

I will not bow
before imperialism

and colonialism.

I will restore the dignity
of Malian people.

I will defend
the territorial integrity

of our country.

And I alone can do that.

The election will take place

as soon as the situation

has settled down in the country.

Meanwhile, I will hunt down
Issouf Al Moctar.

- People of Mali...
- Our troops are on the move to Temera.

You can see it in their eyes.

The moment he's sworn in,
you can begin your strike

on Al Moctar's forces.

KANTE (on TV):
Issouf Al Moctar

will be brought to justice.

You can see it in their eyes.
I...

There's too many.

What?

Birds of North America.

I'm supposed
to do a project on them,

but there's just too many.

Well, you know how

- we're gonna do this?
- How?

Bird by bird.

- (sighs)
- What's your favorite color?

Mm... green.

Green.

(chuckles):
Oh-ho-ho-ho. Okay.

Uh...

give me a green bird.

(speaking Tamasheq)

This is who I dealt with.

- South African.
- (continues speaking Tamasheq)

Didn't know his name.

Musa was the name we used
for deliveries.

Here's where you can find him.

What about you?

(translates)

(speaking Tamasheq)

AICHA:
We're going to the desert.

Live to fight another day.

Our time will come.

♪ ♪

(engines start)

ANCHOR: We'll be sure to keep
an eye on your selected stocks.

Breaking news concerning

Kingsley, Merchant, Proctor,
Hall... one of America's

biggest companies. Now,
over to Karen. And in a move

that took analysts by surprise,

KMPH is selling
service contracts

to provide
U.S. military with meals

during the current
military operation in Mali

to its rival, Seracom.

(TV clicks off)

(phone rings)

Hey.

You still have those boxes?

Yeah, they're right here.

Seracom paid Miller's ransom,

- right?
- Right.

Well... I just found
a link between them

and our military operations
in Mali.

Unpack those boxes.
This isn't over.

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH