All language subtitles for Blood.And.Treasure.S01E06.720p.HDTV.x264-LucidTV.HI

My name is Danny McNamara.

When I left the FBI, I thought

my crime-fighting days were
over, but then I learned

that terrorist Karim Farouk
was on the hunt for Cleopatra,

one of the world's
most valuable treasures,

lost for over 2,000 years,

to use her as part
of a massive terror attack.

To find him, I needed some help,

so I went to Lexi Vaziri,
a thief.

LEXI: Excuse me, a master thief.

And my father
was killed by Farouk.

DANNY: Lexi and I have
a complicated past.

LEXI: He wants to bring Farouk to
justice, I want revenge.

DANNY: Also,
there's a mysterious group

who want Cleopatra
as much as we do.

LEXI: We're not sure
whether they're good or bad,

but the one thing
we all agree on...

DANNY: Is that we need
to find Cleopatra...

(TIRES SCREECHING)

LEXI: Before Farouk does.

Previously on
Blood and Treasure...

Fabi...

You're not lurking down here
in a ski mask

working for the Carabinieri.

You're in the Brotherhood
of Serapis.

We will hunt down Farouk
and we kill him, and you, Lexi,

can be a part of it.
LEXI: I can't do this

without Danny,
and he's definitely gonna want

to know who we're working for
and why.

And if you tell him,
you will both be dead.

Welcome to La Casa de Chuck.

Maybe it's not such a good idea
if you guys both stay here.

LEXI:
A man named Carlo Velardi runs

the black market bazaar in Rome.

Don't become my problem.

DANNY: I wouldn't
have minded a heads-up

that we were meeting
with the Mafia.

The mole in Egyptian
intelligence? Sharif Ghazal.

FABI: Ghazal has a file in his
safe with Farouk's network.

LEXI: I found a letter
from Farouk to my father.

It implies my dad helped fund

his terror operation.

I'm going to receive
the only existing copy

of the track logs
from the Sauber Depot

dating back all the way
to the Allied bombings.

Now, you said the sarcophagus

was taken by train from there.

This could be the key
to finding Cleopatra.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

SERGEANT: Our mission to bring Cleopatra

to the Fatherland is doomed.

We need to cut our losses now.

Colonel Steiner is dead.

We need to get rid
of that coffin.

We cannot doubt the mission.

The Egyptian queen
is our weapon.

SERGEANT: She's cursed.

Let's sell her and get the hell

out of Europe.

I am your superior officer.

Our orders are to deliver
Cleopatra to the U-boat

at the port of Huelva.

We either die with the mummy
or live without her.

We swore to protect her.

Even against your brothers?

(GUNFIRE, SCREAMING)

♪ ♪

When did you become a vampire?

Sorry, did I wake you?

Nah, nah.

I always like
to squeeze in a couple

of confessions
before morning mass.

Who goes to confession at dawn?

Old ladies.

(WHISPERING)
They travel in packs.

(CHUCKLES)

Those papers for your scrapbook?

(SIGHING) Yeah.

It's all lies.

The convoy was hit by Farouk
after the handover ceremony.

He killed the security
team, took the relics.

Probably selling
them as we speak.

Killed another two people
to get the transit logs

from Castle Schädelberg

of where the Nazis took
Cleopatra.

Now he's flush with cash
and has the inside track

on completing
whatever his plan is.

Somebody's got to stop guys
like Farouk.

That's what you're doing.

Which is why I'm letting you
stay here rent-free.

Everything balances out.

You have got to start kicking in
for groceries, though.

Lexi has massacred my fridge.

Also, why is she getting
shady packages delivered here?

Yeah, uh, well, since you
won't let her stay here,

her living situation's
been in flux.

What does that even mean?

Lexi? Erica.

Hello.

You break into my place,
eat my food,

sleep on my couch, and you're the
one pulling a knife. Ah, come on.

I thought you were out.

And that makes it cool

that you're breaking
and entering.

I didn't break anything.

It's just more like entering
and napping.

(EXHALES)

I have a tiny favor to ask.

Of course you do.

This is a letter...

to my dad... from Karim Farouk.

Didn't your dad work
with the FBI to catch him?

This was dated a
year before that.

From the part I can make out,

it sort of implies that they had

a long and fruitful
relationship.

Let me guess,
you want me to clean it up

so you can read the rest
of what it says.

Well, you are the best art
restorer in the world.

And between you crashing
on my couch

and being overly complimentary,
I assume you have no money.

I count my wealth

in the friendships I have.

No, I can't pay you.

I need to know, Erica...

if my dad was working
with a terrorist.

You've thrown a lot
of business my way,

so I'll give this one
to you on the house.

But it's gonna take some time.

Time you will spend
sleeping somewhere else.

Understood.

Thanks.

Keep digging.

The train can't be much deeper.

DIGGER: Señor Omar, over here!

Is it Cleopatra? Is it?

These are Moroccan uniforms.

I want the train!
I want Cleopatra!

Farouk is not a patient man...

and neither am I.

Where are the Nazis?

(METAL DETECTOR RINGING)

Keep digging.

Where are you going?

We're not done yet.

CARLO:
Oh, yes, everybody's done.

Do you know who I am?

I think the ignorance is mutual.

I am Carlo Velardi.

My family has controlled
the blood antiquities trade

in Europe for generations.

LUCA: No one even rents a shovel

in this part of the world
without paying us protection.

CARLO: My son, he's a...

come si dice, a young hothead.

I, however, understand
this is just business.

Simple choice.

You pay what you owe
and your dig proceeds.

And if I don't?

Then you discover
that my men have surrounded you.

And we water the ground
with each other's blood.

(CHUCKLES)

I'll see that you have your
money first thing tomorrow.

A presto, amico.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

Any luck?

I make my own luck, Danny.

Oh, so you found something.

No.

What are you guys talking about?

She's trying to find
a place to crash.

Just for a few nights, I...

I'm a really considerate
roommate.

(LAUGHS AND SNORTS)

So she can laugh.

Good to know.

Any progress on following
the money to Farouk

by tracking who the Egyptian
artifacts were sold to?

How many people
in the world do you think

have the lack of scruples,

cash on hand,

and love of Egyptian antiquities

to buy them
from a known terrorist?

Can't be this guy
because he's under indictment.

And this one's going
through a messy divorce

and isn't flush with cash.

Now, I'm working on tracking
down these two guys.

(LEXI SPEAKING FOREIGN
LANGUAGE) What?

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Is that Serbian?

Yeah, I think so.

My Serbian isn't great,
but she's saying something

about "him getting a win"
while "she takes a hit."

Hopefully that isn't
an assassination

being planned on my phone.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Just spoke to this guy.

Petre Novic.
Old friend. Don't ask.

Anyway, he was
the second-highest bidder

at a recent underground auction

for items pertaining
to Cleopatra.

He was so pissed
at being outbid,

he was practically begging
to rat out the winner.

Jessica Wong.

Chinese billionaire
living in London.

Also having
a black-tie party tonight

to show off her art collection.

Can Interpol get a warrant
to seize her records?

I can try, but it will be
difficult off hearsay

from a conversation
between two criminals.

Danny,

I could use your help.

Lexi.

They won't be able
to get the warrant.

You need to go to
that party tonight.

Get documentation on the sale.

Anything that can lead
us back to Farouk.

So, you're talking to me now
as a Brotherhood agent,

not the Carabinieri?

Well, generally speaking,
what works for one

works also for the other.

The Brotherhood has
intercepted some chatter,

believed to be from
Farouk's group,

indicating that they are very
close to finding Cleopatra.

We need to find out where
they're digging in Europe.

But be careful.

Jessica Wong is not
some rich dilettante.

She's very dangerous.

We had an asset
in her place once,

on a different mission.

The asset was
apparently discovered

and never heard from again.

And you want me to go in tonight

because I'm expendable?

Okay, let's go over our cover.

Again?

Danny, you know
I lie for a living?

Yeah, well, I don't.

Humor me. (SIGHS)

We're here to buy
a statue for Jacob Reece.

You're Jack Stone,
his antiquities expert,

and I'm his art broker,
Winifred DeMontague.

I swear.

Do you read romance novels
when I'm not looking?

DANNY:
Those are real names of people

that work for Reece,
in case she checks.

She'll have someone show you
the provenance for the piece.

Now, while I distract Jessica,

you get a hold
of her financial records.

We got to find a link
from her to Farouk.

And then we put her in jail.

Well, I must be
rubbing off on you.

You never cared about stopping

the blood antiquities
trade before.

I couldn't care less about that.

I just want to punch her

in her stupid,
entitled, rich-girl face.

To be fair, she is
a self-made billionaire CEO,

accomplished author,
and philanthropist.

(GROANS) She sounds intolerable.

It's like a gilded dollhouse.

We have incoming.

Try to hold off on
that face punching.

No promises. Ms. Wong.

Such...

a pleasure. Jack Stone.

I work with Mr. Reece's
museum in Rome.

Yes. Jay said you're the most
knowledgeable antiquities expert

he's ever known.

I've been looking forward
to meeting you.

And this is Winifred DeMontague.

She'll be assessing
the provenance

on the draped kouros.

Assuming everything is in order.

You'll find it impeccable.

My assistant will
show you the way.

(SPEAKING CHINESE)

♪ ♪

You know, I do have
a fine Makron

in my collection.

It's a fragment
of an Olympian statue in marble.

Is this a test?

Whatever could you mean?

I mean that Makron did
a number of Olympians,

but they were all
on the sides of urns

because he was a painter...
not a sculptor.

WAITRESS:
Would you like some champagne?

I think you and I

are going to be
very good friends, Mr. Stone.

I thought I recognized
a familiar face.

Give us a sec, will you?

Simon. Hardwick.

I'm an old friend
of Danny McNamara's.

Well, I say old friend.

We met each other once or twice.

Does Jessica know...

(WHISPERS) That he used
to work for the FBI?

FBI? Quite a story.

Yes, and she'd be very upset
if she knew.

Which reminds me,
last time I saw you

was in Rome.

Carlo Velardi's soiree...

Or should I say black
market bazaar...

Where I chose not to reveal.

Mr. McNamara's former
employment because...

he saved my life once...

and I owed him.

But today's a new day, isn't it?

Would you...

care to join me outside
on the terrace?

Ancient Greek.

Dynastic Chinese.

Mayan.

Celtic. (DANNY CLEARS THROAT)

Well, it's clear

that your collection is...

unified by one shared quality.

Every item is unique.

Like this Makron vase...
It's signed by him.

The only one of its kind.

So I passed another test?

And why would I need
to test you?

Well, you put yourself
through college

playing in an
underground poker game.

I'm guessing
old habits die hard.

JESSICA: Does Mr. Reece
keep a dossier on me?

DANNY: Just read your
profile in Wired.

Preparation for our negotiation?

Total coincidence.

I was looking
for recommendations on a new TV.

You'll have to excuse me.

LEXI: You know, Simon,

charming though you
are, I must admit,

you have me at a disadvantage.

Well, I was going to
introduce myself in Rome,

but, alas, the place was
raided by the Carabinieri

and I had to make a hasty exit.
What a shame.

Indeed, it was.

Actually, on that point,
Carlo's a bit miffed.

Mm. He's under the impression
that you and Mr. McNamara

tipped off the police.

Now, I could always offer
to smooth things over

between the three of you?

You haven't even asked
for anything in return.

The thought of a quid pro quo
had occurred to me.

I hope that's not a euphemism.

Ah. Sweetheart, don't be coy,

or nobody's gonna
find Cleopatra.

What are you on about?
I know all the players.

Karim Farouk.

The Brotherhood of Serapis.

And you and the
Boy Scout in there.

To be fair, you
and Mr. McNamara...

My dark horse bet in the race,

and I could make you the
frontrunner for a... Oh?

Reasonable cut.

Let's say three-way split?
Really?

Well, watch out.
Here comes Curly.

I have everything ready for you.

Wonderful.

Call me when you know
something I don't.

Here's something for free.

Try Jessica's desk.

Like me, it's surprising.

ASSISTANT: I trust the
papers are in order?

Do you have provenance
on the Phidian kouros?

I was only told to prepare the
documents for the draped kouros.

And the Phidian kouros.
We're looking at both.

My apologies.

I'll be back in a moment.

(EXHALES)

Jack.

Is everything okay?

Nice to meet you, Lexi Vaziri.

I trust you've met.

Mr. Danny McNamara,
formerly of the FBI.

Oh... (CLEARS THROAT)

Why don't you tell me
who you're working for?

Take my phone. Breast pocket.

Call Agent Gwen Karlsson.

She'll confirm
that you were identified

as a bidder
in an illegal auction

for stolen Egyptian relics
from Karim Farouk.

Then ask her
about that van parked outside.

It's loaded with agents

ready to crash your party
with tear gas and rubber bullets

if they think
that our lives are in danger.

You're bluffing.
Oh, we don't bluff.

We're more of a "sure
thing" kind of operation.

We didn't exchange
money directly.

I didn't know I was dealing
with a terrorist.

Save it. How'd you pay him?

I was told to purchase
some useless land

through a shell company.

Where?

JESSICA: Spain.

The Andalucia mountains.

Wonderful.

Now...

be a good girl,

and we won't tell Farouk
you talked.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Let's get out of here

before they realize
there's no van outside.

Well played. Now let's hurry up
and get to Spain.

♪ ♪

Good news is, Farouk had Wong
purchase thousands of acres,

so he doesn't exactly know
where to look, either.

Maybe some of these locals
can tell us something here.

Hey, look at this.

"The Ghost Train
of Sierra Perdida."

Looks like a tourist trap.

DANNY: It's a real
local legend from 1944.

Train came out of nowhere
and then disappeared.

Jessica Wong's land purchase was
along the same railroad tracks

that this ghost train
went missing.

And you think it's
our lost Nazi train.

Hey. ¿Qué tal?

Hey, how's your Spanish?

Not as good as my Serbian.

Better than my Italian.

Probably as good as my French.

Are those all from ex-boyfriends?
(SCOFFS)

I happen to have a
facility with languages.

Eh, I speak English.

Oh. Great. We're interested

in the Ghost Train
of Sierra Perdida.

Well, I'm afraid
I can't help you.

The area is all
private property now.

Off-limits.

Ruined my tourism business.

Can you show us where?

The train was last spotted
at this station in Córdoba

but never arrived at this stop.

If the train derailed
between stations,

it's possible
it's still out there.

How much for the map?

15 euros.

(CHUCKLES) It says five.

It's the last one.

50. 50, not 15. (CHUCKLES)

I'm sorry,
my English is not perfect.

I'm just gonna let you two
work this out.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Grab some of these supplies
from you?

GUIDE: Oh, these supplies?

Oh, those are very
special supplies...

Perfect. No service.

One time I ask for help.

DANNY: How much for that hat?

One time.

Think I got a pretty good deal
on supplies.

Please tell me you got him
to throw in the hat for free.

Freeish.

And that is what
happens when you come

from a culture that
doesn't haggle.

DANNY: Come on. Let's ride.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

♪ ♪

Lexi, bad girl.

♪ ♪

LEXI: Oh, I'm famished.

Got any food in there?

Let's see.

Folding shovels. Binoculars.

Oh, wait.

I think this is actually jerky.

Oh, yes.

(FAINT CLANGING)

Does jerky ever go bad?

What's that sound?

Me complaining.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER NEARBY)

Farouk's men.

But no Farouk.

They're digging way
outside the X-marks.

There's a bridge
with a sharp bend

a couple miles from here.

If the train derailed,
it happened there.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

"They're digging
in the wrong place."

Yeah, that's what I just...

Oh, God, is that
from some movie?

(SIGHS) Just forget it.

If you explain it to me,
I'll pretend to find it funny.

No, moment's gone.

Ooh.

There.

Mountain pass.
Curve in the track.

Steep drop.

I think you're right.

Looks like the perfect spot

for a Nazi train to have
disappeared for 75 years.

Let's go check out
what's in that ravine ahead.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

LEXI: I thought we'd
be there by now.

We should have brought
way more food.

Huh.

(BOTH SIGHING)

(SIGHS) We're officially
in the middle of nowhere.

(METAL CLANGS)

No way.

We found it. We found it.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Brilliant.

DANNY:
Now let's see if she's inside.

(GRUNTING)

Crate's here, but no Cleopatra.

Yeah, she's gone. Danny.

Free booze.

(BLOWS)

Absinthe.

(CHOKES) Strong absinthe.

(COUGHING)

Too late again.

CARLO:
I'd say you're right on time.

So, I finally
caught up with you.

So, you found her.

We found what's left of a crate

and some old absinthe.

Cleopatra's long gone.

Well, we tried our best.

The adventure continues.

You two destroyed my bazaar,

ruined my reputation.

I lost millions that night,

and now I'm out here
like a zoccola,

shaking down treasure hunters
just to make up what I lost.

The people you're dealing with
aren't just treasure hunters.

They're terrorists.

Karim Farouk's people.

The guy who blew up the pyramid?

And that's Omar,

Farouk's right-hand man.

You know, I've been
very much looking forward

to finally killing you.

You're 0 for 2, sport.

Any more jokes?

How about you, Fredo?

Or are you gonna run to Daddy?

I'm gonna kill you.
Shh, Luca. Shh.

You know,
I really should thank you all.

The only thing my
men could dig up

was a hole full of skeletons.

Never would have found this
without you.

She's all yours

if you can dig her out
of that car.

OMAR: Fantastic.

I just need two volunteers
to help dig.

Suspected members
of the Brotherhood.

(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

Vaziri.

Fathers and their secrets.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(LINE RINGING)

Hey.

Lexi Vaziri.

I need her phone number.

(WHISTLES) Huh?

Anything yet?

Still digging.

Oh, come on. Just play along.

Found something!

Step aside.

We're coming down.

(WHISPERS)
I need your lucky charm.

(MEN SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

CARLO: Luca, no!

Don't you dare.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(WHISPERING) Go. Go.

(GUNSHOTS)

(GRUNTS) No!

(GUNFIRE)

We need to go.

Ever since I met you,

you've done nothing
but take from me!

(GUNSHOTS)

Why are we stopping?

I want to check
something out first.

(ENGINE STOPS)

All right, we'd better hurry
and get the hell out of Spain

before Carlo
comes looking for us.

Omar mentioned
they found skeletons here.

Got me curious.

(PANTING)

Six Nazi uniforms but...

no bodies.

Found 'em.

DANNY: Why did someone
strip off their uniforms?

Look at the scrap
of this insignia.

It's a Casablanca regiment.

What the hell are they doing here?
Moroccan troops

were brought in to quash
anti-Franco rebels in 1944.

Hmm.

(GRUNTS)

(BLOWS)

Nine-millimeter.

A Luger?

We're not far
from where the train derailed.

Shoot-out in the train
for... whatever reason.

Surviving Nazis grab Cleopatra.

They come across
these Moroccans, kill them,

take their uniforms,
and head straight to Morocco.

Best way to get
Cleopatra out of Europe.

So they went to Casablanca.

That's what it looks like.

It's the closest
and largest port in Morocco.

(EXHALES)

Omar had the answer
in his hands,

and he didn't even know it.

Ah, but he didn't have a Danny.

Thanks.

(PHONE BUZZES)

Oh, of course.

Now we have reception.

Hey, before we go to Casablanca,

can we stop in Rome?

Sure.

Something wrong?

Farouk's letter to my dad.

I sent it to someone to see
if she could restore it,

maybe help me make
some sense of it.

Oh, she find anything?

She won't tell me what
she found over text.

Said it's not safe.

(SCOFFS)

What if it's true?

What if my dad worked
with Farouk?

Look, I knew your dad
to be a good man.

But whoever he was,
it doesn't define you.

You're the sum
of your own choices.

That's not exactly reassuring.

(DOOR OPENS) LEXI: Hey.

You. You.

You two know each other?

He's tried to arrest me,
like, ten times.

You said you went to a
restorer, not a forger.

Master forger.

Allegedly.

He's not here for you.

You can trust me trusting him.

What'd you find in the letter?

What's it say?

It doesn't matter what it says.

It's as fake as the Botticelli
hanging in the National Gallery.

I knew it. Danny.

Sorry.

I found a sample
of Farouk's writing

from an early manifesto.

It's a good forgery,

but the numbers in the date
give it away.

There are ink blots
over the numbers 8 and 9.

Whoever wrote it hesitated
over the curved lines

and pressed the pen too much.

It's called criminal tremor.

Why would someone
implicate my father

as having worked with Farouk?

I-I need to get some air.

(EXHALES)

I thought she'd be happy.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
she doesn't know how to feel.

If her father was a bad guy,

at least his death
wasn't her fault.

I guess those checks won't stop
going out anytime soon.

What checks?

Most of her money goes

to the families affected by the
bombing that killed her father.

I had no idea.

I don't think
she wants anyone to know.

I make everything look
like legit insurance payouts

so nobody asks questions.

Fabi.

You don't need to announce it
for the whole neighborhood.

Well, you don't need
to creep up on me.

If you answered your phone,

you'd know
I've been looking for you.

We were in the
mountains in Spain.

I didn't have reception.

Found the Nazi train.

Yes, I know.

Interpol is all over
what's going on there.

Agent Karlsson suspects
your involvement,

and she is not pleased.

She wants to bring
you both in for questioning.

You need to plan
your next move carefully, Lexi.

Yeah, well,
it's always better to ask

for forgiveness than permission.

When we find Cleopatra,
all will be forgiven.

So you're close?

They took it to Casablanca.

Headed out first thing.

Good.

Did you find anything
about my dad

in that file I stole in Cairo?

Ghazal had a letter
in his vault I...

forgot to tell you about.

You forgot?

Look, I had to find out
for myself.

Someone forged that letter

and made it look like my dad
was working with Farouk.

(EXHALES)

I've been going
through the Farouk file.

The half you were able
to retrieve, anyway.

Your father was

the one who originally found the
documents among Farouk's things.

It seemed he called Ghazal

to confirm something
that concerned him.

I think
that's what got him killed.

Ghazal tipped off Farouk?

I believe so.

(SCOFFS) We are monitoring him.

Do not make any hasty moves.

You want to know
the truth about your father,

why he was killed,

trust us.

Trust you...

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS) Must be Danny.

Go.

Hey.

Hey.

What?

You have more of your dad's
goodness in you than you let on.

He'd be really proud of you.

(STAMMERS)

I've got a lead on a place
to stay tonight.

Gonna go check it out.

Okay.

Well, just in case,
I'm working on a plan B.

Good night.

DANNY:
Y-Y-You won't even notice us.

We're barely in Rome.

But why's it got to be my place?

Hey, "blessed are those
that feed the hungry",

"clothe the naked,

shelter the homeless..."

You do not want to go toe-to-toe
with me on Bible verses.

Chuck, she's low on funds.

If she has a place to crash
for a night or two,

she doesn't pick the pockets

of the old ladies you see
for confession.

(SIGHS)

It's a virtuous cycle.

Hmm?

Fine.

(LAUGHS)

But she pitches in for chores.

And no walking around naked.

I promise
we'll respect your space.

You better.

I'm gonna text her
to let her know.

I think she's trying
to find a place as we speak.

(PHONE BUZZES)

How'd you get my number?

Pleased to see you, too.

Jessica Wong's security team
can be quite resourceful,

when they need to be. Ah.

Look, you told me
to give you a call

when I knew something
that you didn't.

I've been looking into
the Brotherhood for a while.

Came across an old list
of names.

Former members
at some time or other.

One of the names
kind of stuck out.

LEXI: Vaziri?

I'd say your father was in
the Brotherhood. (SCOFFS)

What?

My father, Brotherhood, how...

is that possible?

The Brotherhood
holds many secrets.

Who knows what else
they're hiding?

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