All language subtitles for HUMAN TARGET - S01 E08 - Baptiste (1080p - BluRay)

Hey, got a couple bucks?

Go away.

Hey, buddy.

You hear me?

Right.

So this is a
mugging then, is it?

Your money. Now.

Really? Look at how
I'm dressed, mate.

How much money could you possibly
think you're gonna get from me?

Use your head.

Give me your money.

And the watch.

You know, a man's watch
is a very cherished thing.

You steal that, you might
as well be stealing his soul.

Do yourself a favor,
sweetheart. Run along. Now.

You'll have a hard time killing
me with all these witnesses.

- I don't care.
- Oh, you care.

Too much, actually.

You shoot me...

those cops over
there start firing at you.

Bystanders will get cut
down by the crossfire...

people start falling off of
the platforms onto the tracks.

Be a veritable stamp...

Stampede.

And even if you
survive, I know you.

You'll be haunted forever.

The train gets here in
four minutes, Baptiste.

Everyone boards,
nobody to get in the way.

What? You gonna
shoot me? In cold blood?

You know, that might be
worth hanging around for.

Because I am really curious...

whether or not you've
still got it in you to do that.

Well, I guess we'll
find out, won't we?

Not like him to leave a
body out in the open like this.

We weren't supposed to find it.

Which one of you is Winston?

S.F.P.D. I'm Winston.
This is Seaver.

- Thanks for holding the scene.
- M.O. seemed strange, I had to run it.

When I did, your name popped
up from an old S.F.P.D. case.

John Doe. No ID.

Fingerprints appear to
have been melted off by acid.

High-caliber entry
wounds, no exit wounds.

Coroner's gonna
pull a slug to trace it.

Won't be able to. Polymer-tipped,
reverse-tapered jacket, custom-made.

- You won't find it in any gun shop.
- Left the ring, took the watch.

- Found the body in the dumpster?
- Yeah. Total fluke we found it.

Hobo over there went
dumpster diving, came across it.

Look, am I dealing with
some kind of serial killer?

Not exactly. Our guy's
an assassin for hire.

Dispose of the body so
that even if it were found...

you wouldn't be able
to ID it for 24 hours.

He made sure of that by dissolving
the prints. This guy has a thing...

for contingency plans.

Their wristwatches.

It's Baptiste.

So if this is an assassin,
isn't his job finished already?

No. He's getting started.
Thanks so much, detective.

Call us if you find anything.

So we've got an assassin that
likes high-value targets on the loose...

in a city full of high-value targets,
he's got a six-hour head start.

Told you he'd pop
his head up again.

I know. I know.

I know what this guy took from you.
I know what you wanna do to him.

I don't think there's a
person who'd blame you for it.

- But?
- No buts.

Whatever you want.

Come on.

- You.
- Me. You look great.

What are you so
dressed up for...?

You're under arrest.

- For what? Knocking?
- Try obstruction of justice for starters.

You were a party to what
happened and you fled.

No one to corroborate
my story. No one believed.

What difference does it make?

I was humiliated. Two
weeks suspension.

Loss of pay. Permanent
reprimand in my file.

- I'm sorry.
- Is everything all right?

Hey. How's it going? Ow!

- What's going on?
- Everything's under control.

But can you grab my handcuffs? They're
in the bedroom chest, bottom drawer.

- You keep handcuffs in your bed, ow!
- Shut up.

Listen. This is fun and all, but I've got
a problem that's a little time-sensitive.

So, Emma, looks like you're
in the middle of something here.

- Thanks for understanding.
- I'm sorry, it's my job.

Rain check for Saturday?
Citronelle? My treat. I'll call you.

Can we talk about my thing now?

I wouldn't do that. You turn me in,
somebody very important dies tonight.

- Who's someone?
- I don't know, but I know the assassin.

His name is Baptiste and he's
here in Washington, tonight.

This is the case of a lifetime.

I'm handing it to you. Give
me a couple minutes to explain.

The prime minister of Argentina.

Senator Stanton's plane crash.
What do they have in common?

Accidental deaths rumored
not to have been so accidental.

Not accidents. Flawless hits.

Baptiste hits. It's why
they pay him the big bucks.

He doesn't make mistakes, no
trail, like he doesn't even exist.

What makes you so sure
he's gonna strike tonight?

A John Doe shows up
dead a few hours ago.

Baptiste's custom-made bullets inside
of him. No ID, fingerprints burned off.

He's wearing a Huntsman
suit from Savile Row.

He's got a shirt from
Bergdorf's on Fifth Avenue.

Got a coat check slip from the
Rose Café on 44th and 1st Ave.

- 44th and 1st.
- You know what's across the street?

The United Nations.

Baptiste stole the identity of a European
living in New York who works for the UN.

See Baptiste killed
him for access...

which means he is here to
assassinate a foreign dignitary.

He's already got a head
start. His cover is airtight.

He's dissected the
patterns, the personnel.

Vulnerabilities of the
target's protection detail.

He's planned for every contingency
you can imagine, some that you can't.

He will not fail
unless we stop him.

So this guy's so good that
he takes out heads of state.

And nobody even
knows it was a murder.

He's a ghost.

But somehow, you
know that he's here.

You know his methods,
know his résumé.

How is it that no one else in
the world knows this, but you do?

Because I trained him.

I don't get you. We
were a good team.

And then you have to
become all Dudley Do-Right.

And nobody deserves to die. Tsk!

Everybody deserves to die as
far as someone is concerned.

That's human nature.

And you taught me that.

I was wrong.

And then what do you do?

You turn around and
you start some crusade?

To save people.

You don't even get
the irony of it, do you?

The sad irony that
with all your effort...

the people you cared
most about saving...

they're the ones that
got hurt the worst.

And if there was ever
any doubt about that...

I'd think this evening's unfortunate
events have put that to rest.

Haven't they?

- You trained an assassin?
- Yeah.

Okay, one would assume
in order to train an assassin...

one would have
to be an assassin.

That's not the point, I'm
trying to save somebody.

Point is whether or not I can trust
you. I don't even know your damn name.

It's Christopher Chance.

Hi.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but
we're running out of time here.

- I remember you from the embassy.
- Hey, nice dress.

- What the hell were you doing?
- Just unlock it.

- Hang that for me?
- Sure, why not? Are we all here?

Excuse me. It's kind of
heavy. Going right there.

Who are all these
people? What is going on?

- Uh, Guerrero, Winston, new girl...
- Layla.

We ruined her company, we
give her a shot, least we could do.

- This is Agent Barnes.
- Hi.

- How you doing?
- Hey.

- I'll go ahead and set up right here.
- Set up? What are...? Don't touch that.

You got any idea
what Baptiste's plan is?

I was thinking some
version of a west point.

No way he could get the uniform in
time. I was thinking a reverse lifeboat?

Yeah. Listen. About...

You wanna, uh, make
us a pot of coffee?

I saw the way you
were looking at her.

- This is all in your head.
- Sure it is.

All I hope is that this woman has the
good sense to keep you at arm's length.

And treat this case with the same
kind of objectivi... Oh, dear God.

Oh!

It's like a teenage
girl's locker.

She went a little
heavy on the chin.

This is an ongoing FBI
investigation. Do you mind?

What do you guys want from me?

- How about the white list?
- The white list?

The minute-to-minute
itinerary of visiting dignitaries?

I know what the white list
is. I don't have access to it.

Deputy Director Lynch does.

Ha, ha. And what do
you want me to tell her?

Ghost I've been hunting since
the embassy is in my apartment?

There's an assassin
who doesn't exist...

that's gonna kill
somebody unless I stop it.

A terrible idea. I was thinking
we break into her office, take it.

Think I'll help you break into
the J. Edgar Hoover Building?

Well, technically, your ID
gets us into the federal building.

- We just wanna break into her office.
- You're insane.

I screwed you over at
the embassy and I'm sorry.

Think I would risk being hauled off to jail
if I didn't think lives were in danger?

Now, Baptiste is on the hunt, he's got
UN credentials. This not an accident.

Protection of foreign diplomats
is job of FBI, not the UN.

Exactly, that's why he's gonna
use his cover to convince...

somebody high up in UN Security
that there's a threat, then he...

Gain access to the FBI.

Yes. May I help you?

I trust Pauline
and Claire are well.

When last we talked, the twins
were just starting university.

Yes, they are very well.

Okay. So I have some grave news.

I have discovered a security
breach in Operation Olive Branch.

That operation is
classified, eyes only.

I'm the only one at the UN
that's supposed to know.

And I only learned
of it a few days ago.

I came across an intercept
of an unnamed assassin.

He was hired out of Europe
and Olive Branch is his target.

Why did you wait so
long to inform me of this?

Took a while to confirm my
intelligence. I had to be certain.

- I have to alert the FBI immediately.
- Of course.

Jean LeCavalier for
Deputy Director Lynch...

on a matter of
urgent importance.

Yes, thank you.
Hopefully we're not too late.

Mm-hm.

Director Lynch. I have
a René Dupont here.

He's from our New York office.

He has brought to light
legitimate concerns...

regarding this
evening's operation.

Yes, in person would be best.

We are leaving right now.

We have to go quickly.

- Oh, I don't need to bother you with this.
- No, no, no. This is the way it is done.

That is a very nice watch.

- Hey, Tim.
- Hey.

S.F.P.D. Have to run
through some mug shots.

Detective Seaver.

Okay. You need to leave
the case here, detective.

- Thanks.
- There you go.

Okay, we are in their network.

Link you up to the security feed
then I'll work on the card readers.

So I'm looking at what
they're looking at, live?

- Impressed yet?
- Getting in's the easy part, guys.

Getting him out again, what
separates pros from the amateurs.

- That's not yours.
- Yeah, good luck getting through to him.

- This your first time freelancing?
- Uh-huh, why?

Oh, here we go.

We don't get benefits, no job security,
nobody gives you cake on birthday.

The upside? Freedom.
Whatever's in the fridge is fair game.

Yes, chapter one of the
freelancer's manifesto.

- How not to get invited back.
- Industry standard, dude.

- Uh-oh!
- Define "uh-oh."

I think they know I'm here.

Uh-oh.

Ooh, okay. Yeah, they
definitely know I'm here.

Trying to get
through my firewall.

- Unraveling my trace back redirects.
- You knew what you were doing.

Didn't your outfit, Sentronics, help
design the security architecture?

Turns out the FBI's made
some upgrades since then.

Okay, I can hold them off, but it's
gonna slow everything else down.

What are we waiting for?
Lynch is on the sixth floor, right?

I push that button,
no turning back.

Aiding a fugitive, trespassing
on federal property.

Breaking and entering federal property,
violation of Espionage Act of 1917.

And conspiracy
to commit treason.

Could you be a
little more dramatic?

What was that? You're third,
fourth date? Something like that?

- Excuse me?
- That guy. In your apartment. Rusty.

- Roger.
- Right.

And I'm fairly certain
that's none of your business.

Sorry.

What makes you think
it was a third date?

Oh, nothing.

Didn't sound like nothing.

- Your bra.
- My what?

It was like a third-date bra. It
was black with a little lacy thingy...

It was the bra that looked like it
was gonna be making an appearance.

I noticed it when you
are assaulting me.

It was a first date.

René Dupont to see
Deputy Director Lynch.

Okay.

Okay. Elevators over
there. Sixth floor, sir.

You know what never
made any sense to me?

When you left, it wasn't
for principles or money.

It was for a girl.

Carrie or Kelly?

- Her name was Katherine.
- Katherine.

That's right. Katherine.
And you took it so personally.

Like you really thought I took
some pleasure out of killing her?

You gotta believe me, mate,
it was completely the opposite.

I was embarrassed. Because
we'd always had each other's back.

And then there I was
cleaning up your mess.

I can see how that'd
be difficult for you.

You gotta tell me.

How does a man throw away everything
for a woman that he barely knows?

I've lost sleep trying
to make sense of it.

And then here we are, six years later,
and you've done exactly the same thing.

I hope there's not gonna
be any hard feelings this time.

Because what happened
to Agent Barnes...

that's entirely on you, mate.

You brought her into this.

Not me.

I'm beginning to think
this was a really bad idea.

Speaking of bad ideas, that
whole "you're under arrest" thing...

that was just to
prove a point, right?

Yes. The point being you're a
criminal and you belong in jail.

This is Lynch's section.
There shouldn't be anyone here.

Guerrero, how we doing
on those permissions?

- New girl's...
- Layla.

- Layla's almost got them transferred.
- How long?

TBD, dude.

Gonna figure out we're
not supposed to be here.

You'll get it. Come here.

Listen, just a few
things to recommend me.

I got a decent taste in music,
good with animals and kids.

I'm not a great
cook, but I'm learning.

If you give me a few hours, I could
lay this out for you. Maybe dinner?

I'm sorry.

- You wanna go out on a date with me?
- Well, it's a little early now.

But, I mean, if
you're asking, sure.

I'm not asking.

- Okay. Tell him to try it again.
- Go ahead, Chance.

They're ready.

Told you.

Holy moly.

So much for no one being here.

Barnes, what are you doing
here? You're not on this detail.

Were you read-on
to Protocol 3-37?

- No.
- Exactly. It's above your pay grade.

- Lynch assigned me last minute.
- Oh.

Who's this?

Oh, I'm Patrick MacManus,
UN liaison. Just here to help out.

Restrictive operation,
I'm gonna have to run him.

Yeah. Of course.

- You're not in the system, are you?
- Not yet.

- Guerrero.
- Yeah, Chance, I'm on it.

Get us back in
the system, quick.

- Who's Patrick MacManus?
- A cover we've used before.

We need you to get
him into the database.

That's not nearly as easy as it sounds.
They know I'm here, they'll find me.

They're gonna shoot
Chance in 30 seconds.

- I wouldn't worry about that now.
- That kind of pressure doesn't help.

I have complete faith in you.

They don't do covert protection
details unless it's a big deal.

Big enough to bring in Baptiste.

We need to find out
who they're protecting.

Is that MacManus? M-A-C?

Just try all the variations.
They always mess it up.

They're calling this
Operation Olive Branch.

- H-hour is midnight, till dawn.
- Sounds like a long meeting.

I have a theory.

You first.

Fax machine? Letterhead
from the Chinese Embassy.

Heard our agent speaking
in Taiwanese dialect.

Big protection detail, something
sensitive, secret, worthy of disrupting.

Taiwan and China are having a
secret meeting somewhere in D.C.

- Exactly.
- We just gotta figure out where.

Barnes.

He's good to go.

Off-the-books meeting
somewhere in the D.C. area.

Somewhere inconspicuous, some
place they could close down quietly.

Call it a gas leak or something
so nobody's paying attention.

I'm gonna call one of my guys,
see if he's noticed red flags.

Good.

You know, I don't get it.

What would someone have to
gain from attacking that meeting?

Why would anyone
stop two countries...

that spend over $60 billion a year
on defense from making peace?

They'll have
prepped several sites.

Nobody but Lynch will know the final
destination until right before midnight.

He's here.

Baptiste.

Pull a gun in here and you'll
be dead in three seconds.

What the hell is
Barnes doing here?

- I don't know. She said she was cleared.
- Not by my office.

Excuse me.

He's on the run, let's go.

Get Barnes over here.

We should just come clean.

Baptiste will have completed
his mission and moved on.

I gotta stop him. You're either
with me or you're not, it's up to you.

Chance, I just saw
Baptiste leave the building.

He's in a silver
sedan headed east.

Baptiste must have gotten
the address from Lynch.

Maybe we'll get lucky,
they'll cancel the operation.

It took years to get these
guys to sit down together.

They're not gonna cancel unless it's
necessary. Baptiste is counting on that.

- Hello?
- I should really apologize.

This is inelegant and ordinarily I'd
never even consider indulging the impulse.

But there's something
I really need to know.

- Who the hell is this?
- Our mutual friend there.

He's fallen into some very
self-destructive behavior.

And just as we got past the
whole Katherine Walters fiasco.

I'm really worried that he's going
down the same road with you.

So I suppose what I'm asking, and
you really must forgive me for prying...

but are you two an item?

- It's been a while, Baptiste.
- Heh.

Speak of the devil. We
were just talking about you.

Yeah? Well, maybe we should meet
up and continue this conversation.

Funny you should say that.
I was just thinking the same.

Watch out!

In all fairness, we should
be the ones angry at you.

He's using you.

He's used me. It's what he does.

Used you? The Old Man took
you in when you had nothing.

He taught you a trade.

He treated us both like we were sons
and what did you do? You betrayed him.

But it wasn't enough
just to leave, was it?

You had to take that name.

That name.

- You broke his heart.
- I should've broke more than that.

See, me, he respects.
But you were his favorite.

And when you left...

he took it very badly.

And how do you
think that was for me?

Trying to figure out what happened to
you while trying to keep him in check.

Uh, heh...

- It was exhausting, heh.
- You should've let me finish it.

Obviously. Because now I'm
gonna have to hear it all over again.

What a hothead you
are. Making it all personal.

Trying to provoke him.

Trying to get him
to come after you.

Seriously, mate,
which one is it?

Have you really changed?
Do you have a death wish?

Or did you just lose your edge?

Barnes, wake up.

Let's go. Come on.

Chance, you all right?

Winston, yeah, we're okay.

We just got T-boned by Baptiste
at the corner of Capitol and E.

Headed to you now.

All right. If you could hack into the
phone company's operations database...

could you get the numbers to all
disposable phones activated past week?

Sure. Yeah. Um, why
would we want to do that?

Baptiste uses burners
when he's on the job.

If we could find the one he's using,
get him to give away his position.

You do realize there's gotta be thousands
of those things activated in a week.

But only one that just
called Agent Barnes.

Oh!

- Hey, mate.
- Hello, dude. It's been a while.

Yeah, hey, uh, funny story.

A while back, this skinny thug
blackmailed me to get dirt on Chance.

Guy wouldn't tell me who
he worked for, so I killed him.

- You the one holding his leash?
- No.

It wasn't me.

- Your boss, then?
- Listen.

I'm a little busy here as I'm sure
you'd appreciate, so no offense.

Hey. No offense at all.

In fact, that's what
I'm calling about.

A business proposition.

Ten percent of tonight's take
to guarantee your success.

I'm guessing,
what, seven figures.

I'm sorry.

You saying you're willing
to betray our old friend?

In this economy? Whatever
pays the bills, dude.

Anyone else, then, yeah.

He's the one person you
would never turn against.

Not yet anyway. Not
until you've lost everything.

Oh, by the way, I never got a chance to
congratulate you on becoming a family man.

How old is the
little one right now?

You know, when
we're finished with you...

you're gonna beg
to return to the fold.

Doesn't look like he
gave anything away.

Actually, he did.

Okay, it's time for you to finally
start giving me some answers.

You know everything.
Guy kills people for money.

We gotta stop
him, it's that simple.

Who's Katherine Walters?

I used to work for
some bad people.

I gathered that.

My old boss, he found me
when I was young, angry, alone.

And he used it.

And he told me that what
I was doing was right...

that the person on the other
side of the gun deserved it.

And for a long
time, I believed it.

Who's Katherine Walters?

She was the last
assignment of an old life.

And I couldn't do it.

Why not?

She was kind. She was honest.

She didn't deserve it.

You loved her.

And I tried to protect her, but the
guy they sent next was just too good.

Baptiste.

That doesn't make
you believe in karma.

Let's go. Come on.

Guerrero got a hold of
Baptiste's number and called him.

- How'd he get that?
- Looks like Layla's working out.

- Layla?
- New girl.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Wherever Baptiste was, Guerrero said he
heard church bells ringing in background.

- Church bells.
- Yeah.

See that list you're looking
at, came from my buddy.

List of red flags
in the area tonight.

Only one location where
there could be church bells.

- Georgetown.
- Methane leak reported, Sanford Hall.

They'd have evacuated
the entire area of campus.

- Perfect spot for a secret summit.
- Mm-hm. We're there in five minutes.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey there. Dispatch called in a problem
with the transformers on the south side.

Secret Service ordered
covers welded shut.

If there was a problem,
I'd be the guy to call it in.

Really?

Yeah, that's a good point.

I suppose the good news is...

one way or another, I'm
gonna get some answers.

Have you really completely
changed? Become a whole new man?

Or is my old friend still
in there somewhere?

Your old friend would've put
a bullet in you for what you did.

Yeah.

With complete disregard
for the consequences.

You know, what's
great is if I kill you now...

there are no consequences.

I walk away and this is over.

Now, we both know
better than that.

You kill me, all bets are off.

The Old Man is coming after you.

He will go after everyone.
Everyone you have ever cared about.

He'll burn the
city to the ground.

And you know it.

This is the blue line to
Franconia-Springfield.

Next stop, Arlington Cemetery.

I hope this is it, because
we're running out of options.

This is it. Right here.

Welding on this cover's been
removed. That's how he got in.

- How do you know?
- Security's top-heavy.

There's no way he could've
got in there without being seen.

It's what I'd do.

You coming?

- Where are you going?
- Upstairs.

Find the security detail, give
them Baptiste's description.

Get them to clear windows
in case he takes a shot.

No, he won't.

This big, this much security,
he needs to be thorough.

He needs to take everyone
out all at once. He needs to...

- Blow the building.
- Blow the building.

Hey, look at this.

It's ethylene oxide.

Extremely flammable, odorless.
He's got it hooked up to the gas system.

- Yeah, it looks booby-trapped.
- It's probably a safe bet.

Got a remote trigger. We need to get
Lynch and everybody out of the building.

Wait. Where are you going?

Only place with a line of sight
and good strong cell reception.

We need to clear the building now.
The operation's been compromised.

We need to get everyone
in that delegation out of here.

- Got a lot to answer.
- We need to evacuate.

You need to explain what you're
doing here before I have you arrested.

- All stations, check in.
- Grounds 1, roger.

- Grounds 2, roger.
- Spotter 1, roger.

We are aware of the threat. We have
taken all the necessary precautions.

- Rep from the UN debriefed me on this.
- The man you met was not René Dupont.

An assassin named Baptiste,
he set this building to blow.

You have been increasingly erratic
ever since that fiasco at Russian Embassy.

You're done. Put her under
arrest and get her out of here.

Send your men to the boiler
room. You're making a huge mistake.

Ma'am. It's true.
I saw it myself.

- Okay. Clear the building. Now.
- Come on.

- Do we have a head
count? Forty-eight.

- One short.
- Someone's still inside.

Chance!

Did everyone make
it out of the building?

Barnes?

She went back to
make sure it was clear.

I'm sorry, man.

Where's Baptiste?

He's gone.

Guerrero had Layla
hack the phone company.

Track all the calls Baptiste
made in the last 12 hours.

- The last call he made was to Amtrak.
- That's his escape route.

- I'm on it.
- Hey.

- Check out all subway stations closest...
- Georgetown. I know.

- Which way did Chance go?
- South.

Rosslyn station, next
closest one is Foggy Bottom.

All right, I'll take that.
Make sure that you...

Scan the emergency
channels. I know, dude.

Like I said, you'll
get the hang of it.

You know, I wrenched my
knee a little bit, bruised my thigh...

along with the bullet in the
arm and the knife in the chest.

But I can still run okay if
that's what you were wondering.

I'm just not going to.

Although I think that you're hoping
I do. Begging me to do something.

Make a move for
you, make a run for it.

Anything to give you an excuse to
shoot me without it being in cold blood.

But you know what?

I don't think I'm gonna
make it that easy for you.

You've got the power now.

You can resolve
this once and for all.

Is it true that no
one deserves to die?

Or does that always get decided
by the guy who holds the gun?

So this is it.

The moment of truth.

- It's over, Baptiste.
- You've gotta kidding me.

She made it out.

Delegate took a little shrapnel
but other than that, he's okay.

As is everyone else.

- Bollocks, ha, ha.
- I got him.

HRT is on the way, the
place is surrounded. It's over.

Not for me.

- Just give us a second here, please.
- You shut up.

Put the gun down.

Chance, this isn't
you. Not anymore.

There you go. You keep telling
yourself that you've changed.

People don't deserve to die.

But you and me, we both know
the truth. You've lost your edge.

Works out perfectly for
me, but it's really sad for you.

Take this one in. Shackles
and shotguns. Double detail.

He's in federal custody
as of this moment.

- Who's this?
- He's with me.

- Get him out of here.
- See you.

I'm glad you're okay.

I, uh, I gotta get to work.

Arrest of a lifetime and all.

Thank you.

About that dinner...

We're done here. You
don't have to do that.

Oh, I don't have to.

So is it always like this?

- Like what?
- Well, it's certainly...

It's more stressful
than my old gig.

But we saved all those people.

We caught an assassin.

I don't know, it was fun.

- It's fun?
- Yeah.

The adrenaline in your
system. You're gonna crash later.

This line of work, there's
nothing's worse than highs and lows.

Nothing's ever
what you think it is.

Nothing's ever over.

Oh, matey, that's a nice watch.