All language subtitles for the.serpent.s01e04

You made it.
Welcome to Kanit House.

Thank you very much.

I want to find out what
happened to them.

The same thing that happened
to all of them.

All?
It's more than two Dutch.

This is important information.

And we must take it, take them
to the police station today.

Oh, no, no, no, we don't.

It is not for you to give me
my orders, Mr Knippenberg.

I don't know what to do.

Write a report, Herman.

Lena, just buy the gems.

Help me! When they left before
Christmas, Monique looked scared.

Where is he now?

We don't know.

Gautier must have flown as Willem,
and the girl as Lena.

Hey. You're going to a party?

Yeah. A silly embassy thing.

Where's Nadine?

She went to check her mailbox.

She should have been home
an hour ago.

Sorry, excuse me.

Excuse me, I'm looking for my wife,
Nadine Gires.

Have you seen her?

He saw her leave.

Remi, I think it was them.

OK, we go now. Kanit House.

Listen.
I don't think we can take you.

Why? Because of your fucking body?

No, not because of the body,

because if we go rushing in there,
they will know that she knows,

and that not only that she knows,
but she has told other people.

It's not safe for Nadine, Remi.

You get home, you find her, call us
at the embassy.

She'd better be OK.

Nadine? Nadine?

Nadine...

Nadine?

I told him I would call him,
but I completely forgot.

Hey, Ajay.
How are you guys?

Never better.

Oh, la, la. Err...

We can't stay.

We're very, very late.
Yes.

So, have a beautiful evening,
and see you tomorrow.

Before you go,
I have something for you.

We picked up a story at the Bangkok
Post about one

of your people, Ambassador.

One of mine? No.

Using his diplomatic credentials to
enquire after some Dutch

murder victims.

Quite adamantly, so the story goes.

Every embassy in town.

Hello, yes.

Jesus Christ.

You tell us to call you and then you
can't even answer the fucking phone?

Yes, I know Remi, Listen, I'm sorry.
You're OK? Yes?

Well, she ate dinner with them,
and she's not dead yet so...

But they are just two Westerners,
why not cover

the hundreds of Vietnamese refugees
that are preyed on by pirates?

Perhaps it's the scarcity that makes
it a good story, Mrs van Dongen.

You have to get out now!

What are they saying?

That you're a mad fucking Dutchman.
Right.

Herman?

Yes. Nadine?

What do you need?

What do you mean?

As evidence.

No, no.

I don't know where they have
been for the last three months, but

Monique is like a different woman.

They have so much more money.

And, listen,
they have new belongings everywhere,

which must belong to the victims.
I can bring it to you as evidence.

You mustn't take anything, Nadine.

Yes, Nadine, Angela is right.

Everything must seem normal.

Remi must go to work.

Everything. OK?

But if there is anything you can
find out, where they went, who...

Actually, Nadine,
do either of you own a camera?

Herman, you can't just...

Nadine,
if you think it's too dangerous...

Of course, it's fucking too
dangerous!

Yes, we have a camera,
I can take it.

OK. So, Nadine, take the camera
and you get photographs of him,

Gautier, and the rest of them, OK?

You get photographs of him and the
belongings that you mentioned.

Before the end of the day tomorrow,
no later.

If you are not back by nightfall,
we will come and get you ourselves.

You understand?

Yes.

Goodnight, Angela.

Goodnight, Herman.

I think we are doing
the right thing.

With evidence like that
I can go back to the police.

Royal Nepal Airlines Flight
51 to Kathmandu is now ready to

board at Gate 25.

Ajay?

Have a nice flight, Miss Dekker.

Come on, Lena.

Australian.

They think they're bloody
Australian.

Thank you, Mr Bloem.

Welcome, Miss Dekker.

This place is not for you.

Find somewhere cheaper
and meet us in the morning.

So, what do you
do in Bangkok, Miss Dekker?

Gemstones.

And you're in Kathmandu?

There is barely even a garnet to be
mined here in Nepal.

We're on vacation.

Not on business.

All in.

Fold.

Call.

King.

Oooh.

A good thing you are not
here on business.

It's vulgar to put so much value on
money.

You shouldn't worry so much.

Should she, Ajay?

Yes, Monique.
You really shouldn't worry so much.

Mr Bloem.

I wondering if perhaps you could
settle your account

for the suite,
and however long you hope to stay.

Certainly.

I'll have it arranged.

Money comes, money goes.

But as you see, in this life,
you just need to know where to look.

Stop the car.

Stop the car!

Didn't you hear me?

Stop.

Marie.

What is it you think I ask of you?

Don't!
You lose all our money after...

..after everything you made me do!

And now I'm here pretending to be
that sweet Dutch girl.

You think I don't understand
what you did to her?

You and your fucking dog.

You're disgusting!

Stop this, Alain.

Do you want me to deal with her?

No. Take this.
I'll find you later.

I will not be your accomplice
any more.

Wow.

Ajay, will you take one of us?

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

You look so beautiful.

What happened when you were gone?

He made me feel like a goddess.

And so you are, Monique...

All the English language newspapers.

From September through to January.

Thank you, Lawana.

Now, you.

No, I don't think so, Nadine.

I promise I will do a good one.

I said no, Nadine.

Shall I say it in French
so you understand?

If he doesn't want his picture
taken, you shouldn't force him.

She thinks you are shy.

But I don't either.

Besides, why the sudden interest?

Because we are friends.

Right, Monique?

Mr Knippenberg. Lawana, one moment
please... But, Mr Knippenberg...

Lawana, not now.

Knippenberg?

Mr Ambassador.

Miss Lawana - why were you bringing
Mr Knippenberg all these newspapers?

Oh, it's for the Narcotics
Committee.

Deaths attributed to, erm,
smuggler conflict.

Triads and so forth.

Do you think your lies
convince anyone?

I know what you are doing,
and it is an insult to me

and to the country you represent.

I don't have the ability to
terminate his employment,

he knows that.

Ambassador, please.

I can recommend he is
recalled, however.

Back to the Hague.

That is an uncomfortable city,
Miss Lawana.

And cold like you can't imagine.

Would you agree, Knippenberg?

He agrees.

Have you heard anything?

No, have you?

Ajay? Alain wants some more
whiskey for his guests.

Let me help you with that.

I can help you.

Fuck, Nadine!

I'm so sorry.

That's all the ice we've got!

Ajay, there is
plenty in our apartment.

Help yourself, the door is open.

I can clean this.

Nadine?

Oui.

I just needed a light.

I'm sorry.

Herman, please.

We told them
to be here by nightfall.

What, what have I done?

I'm calling Siemons.

He has a gun.

Wait! What?

Thank God.

You bloody did it!

Well done.

Hey, you want a toke?

He doesn't, so I won't.

What can I say?
I'm a freak for clean.

Look at them, baby.

Shangri-La.

Katmandu by Bob Seger

♪ I got no rap against the Southern
states

♪ Every time I been there
it's been great

♪ But now I'm leaving and I can't be
late

♪ And to myself be true

♪ That's why I'm going to Katmandu

♪ Up to the mountains where I'm
going to

♪ Hey, if I ever get out of here

♪ That's what I'm gonna do

♪ Whoa, K-k-k-k-k-k-Katmandu... ♪

Hey, man,
could you move to the left a little?

Sure, my brother.

Thanks, man.

Mountains.

They're his trip.

Thank you.
Thank you, sir.

Can I cash these traveller's
cheques? Thank you. Thanks.

Thanks.

You're wound kind of tight.

You should take some tea.

What's in there?

All the love you never had.

Every friend you've never made.

Hey, man.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Take a breath.

I can't fucking see straight.

It's the first plunge.

It'll even out.

I've got you.

Who is that?

Who is that?

Lord Shiva.

The Destroyer.

And what are you?

His apostle.

His slave.

You're safe.

Don't leave me.

I won't.

Come with me.

Our skin - it has no colour.

I'm not a girl.

You're not a boy.

We are only love.

We are only love.

I have been looking for you
all night.

And so...?

She doesn't have anything.

Then why have you been with her
all night, Ajay?

I like her.

Are you a slave?

No.

To her you are a slave.

She may not say it...

..not even consciously think it...

..but you are.

Why do you think these white
children deny the comfort

and wealth of the life they were
given to come to a place like this?

Worship the same Gods.

Wear the same rags.

Please, don't hurt her...

Live in the same filth.

Each 'experience' is only then
taken home to wear like -

a piece of fake, tribal jewellery.

They travel only to acquire.

It's another form of imperialism...

..and she has just colonised you.

I thought we were brothers.

We are.

No brother of mine is a slave.

Hey, hey.

What's wrong?

It's all right, you are loved.

Just go.

These are birth-control pills.

The writing's in Dutch.

Helena Dekker's, huh?

This is Monique.

And where is Gautier?

He is Gautier.

I drew a map of the apartment.

So, master bedroom.

Here is the spare bedroom with all
the belongings from the visitors.

And most important, the safe,
with all the money and passports.

This safe? Exactly. This one.

She's an excellent spy, my Nadine.

It's enough - for your policeman?

Because we're not going back.

I can go back.

If you need anything, I can go.

Nadine, thank you.

Let's talk a bit about the victims.

This man, the Turk.

These are the same
beads that he's wearing,

but you don't know his name?

I found these stories
in the regional newspapers.

Do you know anything
about these people?

Dominique showed us these.
She is American.

Alain took her to Patpong, I think.

And she's the one whose exit visa
Dominique used to get out.

Stephanie? Stephanie?

Stephanie. Yes.

This? Thank you.

Nadine, where did you get these?

I think at Gautier's.

They were in Nepal.

That's the Kumari Devi.
The Living Goddess.

Reincarnated as a little girl.

They select her, bring her here
to live, and worship her.

Check this - the first day she gets
the crimson, she's out of here.

She's not considered pure any more.

So they kick her out
and find another one.

Then what happens to her?

It gets peachier.

She can't ever find herself
an old man.

She's bad luck for dudes,
so the story goes.

You get with an ex-goddess,
look out!

Then the rest of her life...
she's alone?

I mean, it sure as hell beats

the hell out of living the rest
of your life in fucking Saratoga,

married to some piece of shit
who works in a bank

and picks his toes in front
of the game every night.

I mean, who do you know who gets
to say, "Once, I was a goddess"?

So, where are you headed next?

I'm not sure.

My husband is deciding.

You don't sound too happy
about that.

Does he smack you around?

No. He's...

He's very good to me.

Before Laurent, I only got
with dark men.

You dig? Men who made me
feel powerless.

And then three months ago,
the bus stops in Varanasi

and that fucking lumberjack
gets on and he looks at me,

and I knew, right then and there,

love ain't being powerless.

It's power.

So, if you want to split,
sister, then you split.

Pick a bus and get on it.

You can get on ours if you want.

Where are you going?

Does it matter?

I was actually thinking that
I ought to go home,

because I have, like, no money.

But Laurent has these stones.

He says he'll sell them
so we can stay together.

What do you mean, stones?

Rubies.

Two of them.

Like cough-candies.

Hey, what did you
say your name was, again?

Lena.

Mr Bloem?

I'm expecting a telex from
the Nepal Bank here.

Confirmation of a wire transfer
from my own bank in Zurich.

It's quite a lot of money.

You'll let me know
when you receive it?

The moment it arrives, sir.

Hi! I'm with Lena.

There you are, darling.

This is Willem.

Great to meet you, Willem.

Laurent was heading up
the mountain today.

But the weather closed early,
so we hit the temple instead.

Where we all met.

Hi. Did you show them yet? Not yet.

I said Connie-Jo
should have a shower.

I haven't had hot water on my
body since Istanbul.

I am glad.

Show me what?

Laurent has a pair of rubies,
darling.

I think he said we could get
a thousand for them.

I'll have a look at it.

Uh...

..I cannot give you what
you want for them.

Those are not what you
think they are.

Then what are they?

Glass, mostly.
I'm sorry, someone has cheated you.

They what?!

These men are skilled
and their work is impressive.

There's no shame
in you trusting them.

I feel dreadful.

I'm so sorry, Connie.

I shouldn't have
raised your hopes like that.

It's OK.

But you must let us buy you dinner.

Yes.

And tomorrow,
when the skies have cleared,

if you like, we can drive you
up the mountain.

You've been so kind.

It's OK.

They're here.

Bye, Iris. See you.

Willem. Lena, hi.

Laurent.

Ajay, my secretary.
Hey, man! Didn't we meet before?

Yes, we did, with Iris.

She is one freaky kid,
I'll tell you that.

Sure! I remember.

Are you not coming, Lena?

She needs to rest.

We're expecting our first child
in July.

No way, guys! Congratulations.Wow.

Hey, that is going to be some kid!

Well, my brother?

See you later, Lena.

Bye!

Thank you.

Let's stop here for a moment
and have some tea.

Excellent.

Mr Bloem!

I must now insist you
settle your account immediately.

I assume you will take
payment in American dollars?

Ma'am? Sir?

Could we have a word?

You look terrible.
I've not slept.

Then eat.

Paul? Herman.

It's contingent.

Contingent? On what?
Me reading whatever that is.

Jesus Christ!

Wait till you shit it out later.

I've eaten. Now you can read.

Gautier. The accomplice, Ajay.

And, er...

Here, the wife or girlfriend,
Monique.

Various items belonging
to their victims.

How did you get these?

Nadine Gires.

Herman.

You sent her to do this?

No.

It's complicated.

My God, Cloggy.

I turn my back for a day,
you get ruthless.

Is it enough?

Enough for what? For the police.

If it is enough, then
I can tell her to get out.

She went back there?! Herman!

I'm terrified for her, Paul.
She's very brave.

And you're entirely reckless.

Says the man who wanted to
shoot Gautier.Well.

Paul, here... Murdered travellers
in Thailand and elsewhere.

Their bodies burned so badly they
could not be identified. Again.

And here! Nadine took these
from the Gautier apartments.

I called this hotel and a Lena
Dekker,

and Willem Bloem stayed for
three days in December.

And here, I believe this is Gautier

and Leclerc travelling
on the passports of my two Dutch.

Just days before these
murders took place in Nepal.

See this is what he does, Paul.
Forges victims' passports.

Moves through borders.

Lays false trails across the
entire fucking continent.

All right, Herman, all right.

Close your eyes and count to ten.

What else?

I have calls in
at every foreign embassy

and every foreign ministry
of every Western country.

Missing persons enquiries,
stolen passports,

complaints about robberies
or assaults of any kind.

Well, that explains it.

Explains what?

Hey, Laver! Laver says he's been
leaving messages

for you at the embassy all day.

What are you two?
Batman and fucking Robin?

What's this?
You tell me, son.

It's you sending out dispatches for
druggings and robberies and whatnot.

A crime report.

Two Australian citizens -
Greg and Viola Raynott.

Both got cleaned out on their
holidays in Hua Hin last September.

Whatever they gave the man,
he almost died.

He was hospitalised for two weeks.

The last people they saw?
A couple they met on the beach.

She was French Canadian.

He was of Asian appearance
but spoke French?

What is this, Ker-nippenberg?

It says here the Raynotts
described them as having a dog.

A little white dog.

There!

Now tell me we don't have enough.

Helena Dekker.

Lena, please.

She's famous in the Netherlands.

From the television.

Is that right, Miss Dekker?

Perhaps not famous.

She's modest.

And what about you, Mr Bloem?
What is your work?

I am a professor of sociology.

At the University of Amsterdam.
Here.

And you both say you have never met
Miss Bronzich or Mr Carriere?

No. No.

Follow me, please.

Was she your friend?

I'm so sorry.

It's a terrible thing.

Miss May.

Have you seen this lady
and this gentleman before?

Miss Dekker, please step
back from the witness.

Miss May, please. Are these the
people you saw Miss Bronzich

and Mr Carriere leave with?

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I just want to go home.

Please?

Officer Thapa.

You know just how many drugs these
young people take in your city.

They don't stop from the moment
they arrive, and their minds...

Please don't leave Kathmandu
until this matter is resolved.

Of course not.

Come in.

I believe you have my pen.

Thank you.

Time to hit the road?

Jump Into The Fire
by Harry Nilsson

Passports, sir.

Either the night
of the 15th or the 16th.

♪ You can climb a mountain,
you can swim the sea... ♪

..when investigating the
whereabouts... B-L-O-E-M.

I know how to spell that, Herman.

♪ You can shake me up

♪ Or I can break you down

♪ Oh, oh... ♪

Good luck!

♪ We can make each other happy

♪ Oh, we can make each other happy

♪ We can make each other happy

♪ Oh, we can make each other happy

♪ You can climb a mountain

♪ You can swim the sea

♪ You can jump into the fire

♪ But you'll never be free, no, no

♪ You can shake me up

♪ Or I can break you down

♪ Oh, oh

♪ We can make each other happy

♪ Oh, we can make each other happy

♪ Oh, we can make each other happy

♪ We can make each other happy

♪ You can climb a mountain,
you can swim the sea

♪ You can jump into the fire

♪ But you'll never be free, no,
no... ♪

Well?

We've done it, Angela.

They're going to raid Gautier's
this afternoon.

Let's call Nadine and get her out.