All language subtitles for Baptiste S02E03 1080P x264 RB58

I-If anyone knows anything,
please, help me find my family.

I find people, Mrs Chambers.
I've done this all my life.

Once upon a time,
you promised you'd help me.

That was before the blood of all
those people,

like it was rainwater,

flooding the drains in the streets.

My daughter, Sara, she died.

I do not want your sympathy,
or deserve it.

I carry her death.

How can Kamilla Agoston
go on about this country

drowning in immigrants
when she's married to a Brit?

I should go back home, right?

Why are you helping me?
Because I can.

Andras doesn't know where my son is,

but he says that he can
try and find him

on the condition that I involve you.

You owe me.

Gomorrah will know where to find
Will.

If I help you, you let me go.

Andras must meet his old
associate alone.

Can you hear me?

Not so loud unless
you want me killed.

Oh, no, no...
GUNSHOT

No!

This recording
is nothing but distraction.

It's a fake.

DISTORTED VOICE:

SHE SOBS

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, my love.

SHE SOBS

I'm so sorry.

BABY GURGLES

She shouldn't be doing
that in this place.

How can she be so careless?

Well, we both did.

It's natural. Is it?

To keep doing the same thing
and expecting different results.

So, we go again.

It's a lot of money.

Yeah, well... Maybe for nothing.

That's not one thing we need to
worry about, is it?

If you can bear it, we can do it.

And then, who knows?

Maybe one day we'll be the couple
walking through here with a buggy.

And there's going to be somebody
else sat there saying,

"Look at them."

"They are the careless ones."

SHE EXHALES HEAVILY

So, what have you called us
all here for?

I need to be focusing
on the search for Andras Juszt.

I believe the recording is a fake.

I found a recording from a hostage
video made in 2007,

an Isis recording of the capture of
Jean-Francois Lemars, a journalist.

The audio matches the one
used in the recording we were sent.

None of this is any proof.

I saw Alex die.

Unofficially.

We reached the same
conclusion yesterday.

The sound's been replaced.

Whoever killed your son wanted us

to believe it was
the work of Islamic extremists.

You knew this yesterday?

Suspected.

So, they reused some audio.

They had no time. So bloody what?

I don't understand what difference
this makes. Why?

Why choose a fundamentalist Muslim
group as the face of this act?

Bertolt Brecht said, "You name
yourself, you name someone else."

That is, I believe,
what we are seeing here.

This is just a waste of time.

We have got to find
the body of my son,

and we've got to find the people
who are holding Will.

Mrs Chambers, if we find the people
who made that recording,

we'll find your son, but consider
the politics in this country.

The far right have gained
much ground in recent years.

Then consider the weapon that
we know was used

in your husband's murder,

a weapon most associated
with Nazi Germany.

This kind of hate is normalised now.

They are not Nazis, they are
our neighbours, our friends.

My son is dead.

And you want to sit around here
telling me

that it's some grand,
far-right conspiracy?

I'm done.

I have one son left.

Find him.

Sorry, could I impose?

Oh, thanks.

Oh...
LIGHTER CLICKS

Koszonom.

Emma?

You don't smoke. No, I don't.
I'm about to, though.

SHE EXHALES HEAVILY

Last time I smoked a cigarette,

I had just been dumped.

Alan Crawley.

Christ...

I remember thinking,
looking at the cigarette,

"Alan Crawley isn't worth this.

"My lungs deserve better,"
and I put it out immediately.

A week later, I met Richard.

That was 30 years ago.

Can't quite find the reason
to put it out, though, this time.

Look...

SHE SIGHS

Watch this.

What is this?

Just something you googled
completely on your own

because, er,
you're a brilliant French man.

OK?

OK.

I'll be at the bar
on the corner in half an hour.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

You're not having a drink?

No. I...

I don't drink any more.

You saw the recording?

If I'm right,

if these supposed jihadists are just
a cover for a far-right group,

do you... Do you believe
this figure online,

this Gomorrah, is behind it?

I do. I take it there's
a story behind the mask?

We have a folk festival here -
Busojaras.

They wear traditional masks
like this,

designed to frighten.

I've watched several of these
recordings, all the same.

Blaming all your country's
ills on those least able

to defend themselves.

It's nothing new. My dad moved here
from Turkey, a long time ago.

He was dealing with this crap
all his life.

Yeah.

But it's getting worse.

God forbid you should be gay,
foreign, different.

The world has long been
full of keyboard warriors

lurking in the shadows, but, er,
to step out of the darkness,

to become some kind of an organised
terrorist group, well, this...

This would be something new.

There was a case a few months ago,
Romany settlements,

all attacked at the same time.

The three men who were arrested
had never met each other.

Gomorrah coordinated the assault?

All sent through anonymous
group chats on the phone.

And they also arranged
the fake hostage video

to get Andras released?

The resources Gomorrah has,

the reach, it's possible.

This isn't some lunatic
in the basement making videos.

They have money and influence, and
they will only grow more dangerous.

No-one has any sense of who this
Gomorrah figure could be?

There's a local politician,
Kamilla Agoston.

She fronts the Hungary First party.

It's widely believed she knows
the person behind the mask,

that she is in contact with them.

Although she denies this, of course.

Hmm...

Why do you keep looking at them?

Cos she's about to break up
with him, to end their marriage.

How do you know?

There is more you wish to tell me.

Whatever it is, I take it this is
the part that I'm never to repeat,

the reason you are meeting me here.

Kamilla Agoston is giving
a speech tomorrow.

Intelligence suggests
there is violence planned.

I'm a policeman to no country, yeah?

Did you tell me all this simply
because I asked?

I want to bring you in,
a consultant,

like you were in Amsterdam.

HE SIGHS

No.

No?

Just like that?

All I want is to find what's
left of Emma Chambers' family.

HE SPEAKS ANGRILY

DOOR SLAMS

How did you know?

You don't speak Hungarian.

I speak people.

What was that about?

What do you think?

Andras Juszt walked out of this
police station.

"Heads will roll"
is the saying, isn't it?

I'm sorry.

You've been through enough.

Here.

Alex's laptop.

The password's been cracked.

Forensics have done all they can,
but there's nothing there.

I know, I just wanted to have
a look anyway.

What do you hope to find?

I don't know.

This is all I've got left of him.

I can't speak to him, can't be
with him.

This is all I have.

Erman...

Excuse me.

For you.

Are you going to throw it at me
or, er, come in?

Thank you.

Those guys I was with,

they're idiots sometimes.

I have met many idiots before.

I understand.

I'll try and keep them
away from here. I'll be fine.

It's you that should be careful.

Those people only believe in hate.

It is better, I think, for people...

..to help each other
than hurt each other.

Stay.

I will make some
Turkish coffee for us.

Unless, of course,
you have elsewhere to be.

Good.

A nice Turkish coffee, yes?

LOUD HIP-HOP PLAYS

KNOCKS ON DOOR

How long can this go on for?

Until we find Will Chambers.

And then?

Then what?

Then you let me walk away?

That's...

That's our arrangement.

You expect me to believe this?

What's that?

I drew you.

LAUGHS: Like one of my French girls.

Are we going soon?

My wrists are killing me.

My heart is bleeding.

You say you've changed.

How did you change?

Somebody cut the thread
I held on to.

The day of Kamilla Agoston's speech,
right?

They called you the hero
of Jozsefvaros.

You feel like a hero, Mr Baptiste?

The blood from Jozsefvaros
is on your hands, not mine.

Yeah.

And what of you?

You claim you, too, are different.
Enlighten me.

What kind of epiphany
does a terrorist have?

I'm not a terrorist. No, of course.
HE CHUCKLES

I'm sure Gomorrah faked a recording
demanding your release just for fun!

Do you think Gomorrah even knows
who I am?

I was a mailman.

Just letters and parcels
going from one place to another,

all the time -
fucking Andras Express.

And why go through the trouble
of that recording? I knew things.

Yeah.

Names.

Other people who I could
point a finger at if I chose to.

They didn't give a shit about me.
Not really.

Only themselves.

KNOCK ON DOOR

HE CHUCKLES

You didn't skimp on the tech
this time, I hope.

You don't need to keep bringing
these people.

I've shown you I'm prepared
to do what's needed.

I have shame for my past.

But your shame...

..won't bring them back, will it?

Seems we are ready.

Be a good dog, then.

GLASS BREAKS

He's a liability.

He's going to blow it.

We should be getting him
to make a deal with the police

and turn in some evidence.

You think the police will listen
after the way they treated you?

IN EARPIECE: Ask about Will.

Ask about him now.

SHE CHUCKLES

She knows who Will is.

That's not what she said.

We're going to find my son.

Honesty?

Always honesty.

It's your speech, your moment.

Why are you telling a kid's story?

My grandma told it to me.

Well, you're a politician,
not a baby-sitter.

People are more likely to change
their minds and open themselves

to other ideas when they are
in a story-absorbing mood,

rather than a hyper-analytical one.

It was good enough for Jesus,
wasn't it?

Well, at least
they got your good side.

Do I look OK?

Beautiful.

So, come on, then.

Hm?

Which are we?

Sparrows or crows?

We are skylarks.

We were living in a tree
before anyone else showed up.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I-I didn't know what else to do.

So, this woman, the ambassador...

..you're going to find her kids?

I'm going to try.

It won't bring her back.

Do you think I'm not aware of that?
Well, I don't know any more.

I don't know what the hell's
going on inside your head

because you don't tell me.

And all you want to do
is talk, talk!

Mais pourquoi? Bon sang!
Parlez, parlez, parlez,

as if that will change anything!

It's not your fault. We both know
that's not true. No, no, Sara...

Sara was an addict.
She had an overdose.

God knows she tried hard...

She had a baby, she had a husband,
and I put her life in danger, me.

I moved you all into a house
in the middle of nowhere, me.

She had a life in Amsterdam. She
could finally breathe, and then...

She lost it all.

All right. All right, then.
Blame yourself.

Go on, wallow away in your own
self-made misery all you want,

but it won't change anything.

You still have your granddaughter.
You still have me.

SIGHS: God. It's...

You're out here trying to bring back
a stranger's family together,

and I... I've lost my family too.

Just...

..come back home!

I have work still to do.

Oh, right. Course.

You know, she gets it from you.

Both addicts.

Just got to scratch that itch,
haven't you?

Just don't know
when it's time to stop.

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

SHE GRIMACES

SHOUTING

The last time I checked, Major,
this is still a free country.

So unless you're trying to
shut us down...

Why don't you do your job, Major,
and let my wife do hers?

MOBILE RINGS

Hello?

Sorry I'm late.

Oh, it's fine.
Your colleagues are here.

Can you hear this?

Loud and clear. They are in position
in the front of the house.

As soon as Gomorrah shows up,
you give us the signal.

They will be watching you.
Yeah. I know.

I run, you find me.

I'm risking my life just walking
in there, so understand this -

you are the least of my problems.

Are you coming?

WHISPERS: What?

That window.

What about it?

I won't be long.

Where's Julien?

He wandered off,
muttering about a window.

How can you work together
after what he did?

I don't really have a choice, do I?

VOICES SPEAK OVER MICROPHONE

What are they saying?

Kamilla's just saying
how sorry she is

for him being on the run
all this time.

KNOCK ON DOOR

ANDRAS SCREAMS

SHOUTING IN DISTANCE

Just go. Go, go, go!

My friends are following.

EMMA GROANS

Fuck! Where is Julien?

The window in Kamilla's house -
he said it looked familiar.

Oh, God!

AUDIO PLAYS ON MOBILE

See that?

Hold on.

You have to see this.

So, I have been looking at, erm,
Alex's emails.

Anything recent? No, no, he hasn't
used it since he disappeared.

However, it...

It seems that he does have
a girlfriend.

Amy. He never mentioned her, and...

Shit! Take your time.

So, I googled her.

I couldn't find her, so I thought
I'd try something else - her avatar.

Saw her photograph, which is in the
emails, and I did an image search.

And here she is.

She's a graduate student
who lives in Melbourne, Australia.

And while her blog describes
every excruciating, mundane detail

about her life, including
what sanitary towels she uses,

she nowhere mentions
her secret boyfriend in Budapest.

Eight messages in all? Just this?

That's all I could find.
And all so short? Yeah.

Each one no more than a sentence -
a place to meet and a time?

Even this one, the first message -
no introduction, no greeting,

just a place and time - and...

So, if they met online,
it must be on another platform.

Social media?

I looked, but... I-I can't see
any evidence on the laptop.

Well, so they get talking,
Alex and this girl, Amy.

Well, even if it is a girl.

Well, then the conversation
moves to email,

so arrangements can be made
to meet in person.

The syntax,
the way it's written sounds strange.

Well, Alex was running
auto-translate on his emails,

so the original message
would've been in Hungarian.

I see.

So, what do you think this is about?

What matters is that we follow this
and see where it leads.

Here is the latest message,
sent the day before he went missing.

They talk about meeting to see
a film on the 22nd and...

It's today.

Yeah. 4pm, Baross Street,
Jozsefvaros.

Four o'clock?

What? Kamilla Agoston is giving
a speech today

in the centre of Budapest
at four o'clock.

Some coincidence, is it not?

OK.

And there is your son's response -
"I can't wait. It's time."

And underneath...

"Wie wolltest du neu werden, wenn du
nicht erst Asche geworden bist."

This is Nietzsche -

"You must be ready to burn yourself
in your own flame.

"How can you rise anew
if you haven't first become ash?"

HE DIALS NUMBER
Oh, God. What? What?

Hello? Baptiste?
Yes. Make this quick.

This violence you have
intelligence of,

what evidence is there that it will
happen at Kamilla Agoston's speech?

The timing. What else?
She's the face of the far right.

I believe the timing is deliberate.
I believe she's a distraction.

There are messages
between Alex Chambers

and someone concealing
their identity.

The last communication
mentions a location

and the time, four o'clock in
Jozsefvaros. That's in 20 minutes.

And what do you want me to do?
I need resources, squad cars.

If I'm right, if Kamilla Agoston
is nothing but distraction...

We've been preparing for this day
for weeks.

Zsofia, I know I have no power here.

But every bone in my body tells me
something is going to happen.

OK, I'll send a squad car. One car?
Major, you don't understand!

One squad car. Tell me where now
or this offer expires.

HE SIGHS

Nadine, it's me.

If you get this,
just please call me. Just call me.

CHILDREN PLAYING

CHATTER

Oh, hi. Hello. Hello.
Are you Mr Baptiste? Yes.

Major Arslan said you need help?

Er... Well, yes, I...

HE COUGHS
What's the problem?

CROWD SHOUTING

CROWD SHOUTS IN RESPONSE

CROWD SHOUTS IN RESPONSE

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

CHILD SHOUTING

Mr Baptiste, Major Arslan said
you needed help,

but there's nothing here.

And we have another call.
Five more minutes, we wait.

If nothing happens, then you go.

We have waited long enough.

GUNSHOT

GUNFIRE, SCREAMING

ALARM BLARES
Get down, get down!

GUNFIRE, SHOUTING

Get down! Down!

Stay down!
SCREAMING

SHOUTING IN HUNGARIAN

GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE

Look out!

We move!

SHOUTING AND SCREAMING

GUNSHOT, EMMA SCREAMS

Emma! Emma!
EMMA GROANS IN PAIN

Emma!

SCREAMING CONTINUES

SHOUTING, GUNFIRE

WOMAN SHOUTS, GUNSHOTS

EMMA GROANS

You left her!
How could you leave her?!

We have to go back!
We have to go back!

GUNFIRE

EMMA WHIMPERS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

GUNFIRE

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Emma.

GUN COCKS
Julien!

Emma, where are you hurt? No...

It will be OK. We'll find you help.
No, no, no, no!

No!

No!

EMMA SOBS

EMMA SCREAMS

My boy! My boy.

My boy.

EMMA SOBS