All language subtitles for Nowhere Man s01e18 Hidden Agenda

My name is Thomas Vail, or at least it
was.

I'm a photographer.

I had it all. A wife, Allison, friends,
a career.

And in one moment it was all taken away.

All because of a single photograph.

I have it.

They want it.

And they will do anything to get the
negative.

I'm keeping this diary as proof that
these events are real.

I know they are.

They... Have to be.

Until recently, I've been alone in my
fight to recover my life.

Then, from some dark corner, an ally
appeared.

He claimed that he was working for the
people that I'd been looking for.

Telling me that he wished to destroy the
very organization that employs him, he

opened a doorway for me.

That doorway was in the form of a small,
palm -top computer.

The files in that computer have taken me
into situations that I never dreamed

existed, but it still hasn't answered my
most pressing questions.

Why was my life erased?

By whom?

And what can I do to get it back?

And the battles I've fought with my
enemy have not compared to the ones that

I've fought with myself.

It's been a constant struggle to
maintain the hope and faith that I will

get my life back.

As I arrived in Washington, I expected
to feel elated and full of anticipation.

Instead, I was overcome with fatigue.

and the belief that at the end of every
tunnel, all I would find would be

another tunnel.

Would Mr.

Thomas Vail please pick up the nearest
white courtesy telephone?

Mr. Thomas Vail, please pick up the
nearest white courtesy telephone.

Bus 24 from Baltimore arriving at
platform 6 in 5 minutes.

Tom Vail.

One moment, Mr. Vail, I'll connect you.

Good morning, Tom.

I see you've been putting my little play
thing to good use.

The question is, who's getting more out
of it, you or me?

That depends on how you look at it, Tom.
You've done considerable damage.

I haven't gotten any closer to the
answers.

Not knowing what the answers are, how
would you know that?

I don't suppose you brought me here just
to chat.

Careful, Tom.

It won't serve you well to lose your
sense of humor.

I'm waiting for you to say something
funny.

Try this.

It's time you and I met, face to face.

Why?

You keep treating me like the enemy,
Tom.

I'm your friend.

I don't have any friends.

Then let's say I'd like to be your
friend.

It's time you had your questions
answered, Tom.

I'm listening.

Meet me at the tavern.

It's on 5th.

One o 'clock.

How will I know you?

I'll know you, Tom.

You'll be there.

You do understand, Mr. Hale. Stick to
the list of approved questions.

Yes, you made that quite clear. What
might not have been made clear is that

addition to the optical modifications
we've made to you, we've added some

security measures.

My, how you people hate to lose control.

That's just a click on the dial.

We can turn it up.

Why don't you just kill me now?

You are a traitor, sir.

But killing you now would be a
disservice to the organization, at least

you have Mr. Vale's confidence.

We expect you'll use it effectively.

I don't appear to have much choice.

Lie back, please.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Tom.

I'm sure I made your day.

In that case, perhaps I can make yours.

Would you care for a drink?

Oh, is there something to toast?

I guess that depends on you, Tom.

I don't have the answers you do.

You have more answers than you might
think.

Oh.

Tell me something.

Why is this photograph so important?

Why don't you tell me?

I intend to, but if I can't prod your
memory, I can't help you.

I need to know exactly what you recall
about the events surrounding this

photograph. Come on. This is old news.
We all know what happened there.

Amuse me.

I have, uh...

A penchant for rehashing.

Why don't you go over it for me?

From the beginning.

Gentlemen, we're about to find out just
what we've been waiting.

I'd been on assignment in Nicaragua.

I was counting the days until I could go
home.

There was a clean bed and a warm woman
waiting for me back home. I was 20

minutes away from being picked up and
taken to the airport.

When I got a phone call, the call was
from Harrison Barton.

Barton was the local expatriate stringer
for one of the National Wire services.

For the last two years, he'd been holed
up in the mountains somewhere in Chile.

Vale. The word around the press corps
was that he was better suited to fast

women and fast living than he was to
acquiring reliable news.

Some said he'd been down here too long.

Others simply said he was crazy.

What do you want, Harry? You know, you
and me, mano a mano. No, man, no.

No, I haven't got time for a little you
and me, mano a mano.

I'm going home, man.

Haven't had time for a national cover
photo either, have you, Tom?

You called to cheer me up?

I called to give you the cover that
you've been wanking over you. Jerk off.

do you always want to leave the dance
before the girls get there?

We through.

Pally, oh, mine, look. What I've got's
gonna blow the lid off of every major

newspaper and glossy in the States.

Look what you got, Harry. It can
probably be cured with antibiotics.

You're gonna make the same mistake you
made in Iraq. And you sure left there a

day early and a million dollars short.
What can I tell you? The president

to fax me his plans ahead of time.

Yeah, well, I'm here at the starting
line, pal, and this is your fax. All the

fax that's fit to print. Yeah, you go
get on that plane now. I'm telling you,

this is going to make Iran -Contra look
like a bake -off. Adios.

It was the lady or the tiger.

I thought about home and what was
waiting for me.

But Harrison was right. I needed a
break.

I needed national comfort.

I chose door number two.

Winter's freeze still had a grip up in
the Andes, but Harrison lived on low

ground.

At his place, it was perpetual summer.

Still working too hard, Harry?

Damn!

You've been here eight months, you're
still a handsome bastard.

Never looked that good even before I
started drinking.

I'm a few ahead of you here.

Yolanda, cerveza pronto.

Hey, take a load off.

Okay. I'm here.

What's the scoop?

Oh, cut to the chase.

Look, you got me here. I know it wasn't
to discuss the wife and family.

It took me five beers to get here. Don't
chip me down, bud.

Beside, we don't talk about wife and
family here.

Do it now.

She likes you.

Gracias. Beautiful women down here.

Have you sampled the local menu?

No, thanks. I like to eat at home.

You're a stalwart. I'll give you that.
But, boy, you are missing out on

something. I'll tell you, the girls
here, they don't know what to do for you

next.

And speaking of the local menu, pick me
up?

The motor's running, Harry. Say what you
got to say.

I hear a lot of laughs.

Come on, man. What's up?

What if I was to tell you that the
United States Army is engaging in

warfare against the local guerrillas?

I'd say you've had one pick -me -up too
many. Look, if any U .S. troops are down

here, someone would know about it.
Somebody does know about it. One of my

contacts.

Who are your contacts?

No, no, no.

First rule of journalism is you protect
your sources.

Of course, there's a second rule of
journalism.

The hell with the first.

Yolanda.

So

this

is your contact.

Oh, what are you? What are you, Princess
Daisy now?

So she's not the mayor's wife. Get what?

Angela.

No. I sold you no more.

Go away. No more.

No, you got me all wrong. This time,
darling, I have money.

You got a few extra bucks? I'm a little
short.

But money.

Ah, it's your money. It's your pleasure.

Ah, no.

No, please.

Don't waste your time.

Tell my friend here about the tattoo.

You like it? It's just like Harry's.

Who's Harry?

Harry is American soldier.

You sure you mean like a soldier from
the United States Army?

You know another kind?

Harry's a GI boy.

What else?

Harry said not to worry.

American Army is here to kill the
rebels.

End the war.

Yes, old... Told her that they had a
base camp in the valley just a little

from here. He tried to sneak her in for
a little on -campus R &R.

She's not making this up, Tom. Why would
she? Very thin, Harrison.

Show him what you got from Harry.

Dog tags.

It's U .S. Army dog tags. There's no U
.S. military activity down here.

Maybe next time. Okay.

Thanks.

Come on.

Harrison, we've been driving around for
three hours. There's nothing out here.

According to Angela's map, base camp
right beyond this hill.

Oh, boy, somebody's always killing
somebody in this country.

I seem to send you home packing.

Death's a small price to pay for life.

I can live here.

Hell, back home. You know what 20 bucks
buys you down here?

Noted. No, no, no, no. I'm not talking
about the girls. I'm talking about the

home, the land, everything.

Here, help.

I'm on top of fire over here.

Everywhere else. You've got to dig
pretty deep to find me.

What are we doing here? Hold on.

What are you talking about?

I want you to get out of the car.

I'm going to be really annoyed if I go
home in a box.

What's going on?

Now that's a picture.

One more.

I'm almost afraid to ask you what the
hell you thought you were doing.

I told him you were Jim Morrison, a big
rock fan.

Morrison's been dead for 20 years.

Hell, the things you missed down here.
Anyway, they didn't know that. Let's get

out of here. You must have been
desperate to continue traveling with the

Like I said, I needed cover.

Always the optimist, aren't you, Tom?

Hey, I'm not sure I'm wasting any less
time being here with you.

You know what? I've got to ask myself,
first of all, why I even took your call.

Then why I actually showed up. And you
know what the answer is?

After four hours of sitting in this jeep
because I'm an idiot.

All right, genius.

See if you can make heads or tails out
of that map.

Angela's an artist, but not when it
comes to making money. This is what

been going by? That's all we got, pal.

You're not going to find any fast food
out there.

I'm going to relieve myself.

I should have done it earlier and taken
the plane out of here. Look, we'll find

it. What time?

Hey, Tom?

How you making out?

Tom?

Hey, Tom?

Hey, Tom, are you back here?

Are you trying to end this beautiful
life I'm living? There's something

down the road over there.

What did I tell you, pal?

When was the last time you saw a regular
army driving a Humvee down here?

That's not U .S. Army.

I'll give up drinking on the spot.

Can I get you anything else?

No, thank you.

How about you, sir?

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

His memory appears to be intact.

Assuming he trusts Hale enough to tell
him the truth.

We can only hope that from Mr. Vale's
point of view, there is only one truth.

So what's the point of all this? I'm not
going to tell you anything you don't

know.

It's not what I know, Tom. It's what you
know.

Go on.

You just spotted the American army
vehicle What

the

hell are they doing I knew the answer
that you think I'd be out here with you

alone in the middle of nowhere drinking
water

My best guess is cocaine.

With the U .S. Army transporting
cocaine.

Oh, you're surprised.

My innocent little chair of it for me to
have corrupted that eyes.

If the U .S. Army's down here conducting
illegal operations, how the hell do you

think they're funding them?

They don't take MasterCard.

In the bush.

Give me a couple of those.

What? Give me.

What the?

You don't like prescription drugs
either, huh? What you do on your own

your deal. You're out here with me. I
want your head on straight.

I might actually need your help.

You're rolling. Is that the last of it?

Yeah, I think so.

You're rolling.

Oh, that makes one of us.

What the hell could even be out here?
This is nowhere near what Angela drew on

her map.

What the hell

are they doing down there?

Sit that in.

Not anymore.

Was that a road to a secret army base?
Yeah.

We're going to have to go the rest of
the way on foot.

Oh, a walk through the woods without
chemical stimulation.

I should have brought my mother along.
They'd have been more understanding.

Can I get out of here?

You're a guy who didn't even want to
come on this Easter egg hunt.

You sure are in a hurry to get there.

I may need a cover, Harry. You need a
story.

Something with teeth.

At least I've been working. Last anybody
heard of you, you were throwing up in a

barroom toilet monogamy. Oh, yeah? Well,
what a night that was.

Scrap idea one.

This is no army roof.

Well, if you're right about the drugs,
it could be a factory.

Let's go. Cut around the corner.

And if the U .S. Army has gotten itself
into the drug business, this is going to

be one hell of a story.

Harry?

Harry?

What?

What are you doing here? I don't
understand.

I'm here!

I just love hearing you speak in foreign
tongues. Now help me with this.

This way.

Let's go, let's go.

U .S. Army uniforms.

Whatever you're thinking has got to make
more sense than what I'm thinking.

That, that'll be the first time.

Let's go!

Thank you.

Let's move it!

These are your uniforms.

You will put them on and you will wear
them proudly.

Listen up.

I know you men have been kept in the
dark since you left the state.

I also know that you came here expecting
some action. Well,

you're going to get that action.

gentlemen welcome to the u s army

Someone was working hard to create the
impression that the U .S. military was

operating in Chile.

We didn't know why yet, but we knew it
was big.

This is going to be like wrestling an
alligator, either you win or you die.

I always thought that you'd look good in
a uniform.

Come on.

Etra! Yes, sir?

Password! Go!

Johnson. Yes, sir. Allen.

Who's that?

Hey, Dean.

Yep. Holcomb.

Holcomb. You look more like a Holcomb.

Yeah, right.

Sergeant. Sergeant.

Next time we leave you behind, Holcomb.

Yes, Sergeant.

Trainer. Sir.

D 'Angelo.

Here.

All right, let's move out.

Where you from, Holton?

Buckeye, Sergeant.

Ohio, huh? No, Arizona.

You look a little old for this work.

Yes, Sergeant. I was a lot younger
before I got here.

Yeah,

you got that right.

You waited, you've been here a few
months.

Thank you.

This is Sergeant Dirksen.

He has your bunk assignments.

You will prepare your bunks and be ready
for inspection in one hour.

They're all yours.

All right, let's move out.

I guess the next time you see Angela,
you owe her an apology.

The next time I see Angela, you'll still
owe me 50 bucks.

So you got any thoughts as to who the
hell these people are?

Only who they aren't.

Whoever the hell they are, they aren't U
.S. military.

Well, somebody's going through an awful
lot of trouble to make it look like they

are. Check it out.

They're not likely to try to pick up
Oprah with those puppies.

That looks like long -range
communications equipment.

I sure would like to know where they're
getting their orders from.

Looks like one of us is going to have to
get their sad butt in there.

Hey, I'm just a photographer, okay?

Scoop? Keep it quiet back here.

You want to chat, you chat with me or
Sergeant Rock?

Yes, Sergeant. Sorry, Sergeant. We're
all chatted out, Sergeant.

So you keep it that way.

Walk with me.

I'll talk to you later.

Lieutenant's bars?

Where'd you get those?

I was finishing a box of Wheaties and
there they were. What the hell

does it make? Who's gonna know?

Maybe the guy you took them from.

I doubt that. Look, you gotta go in
there, pal.

I'll decoy the Nancys out front, but you
gotta go in. What, did I miss the vote?

There's no vote. It's just that whatever
we find in there is gonna be something

we're gonna need pictures of.

You do your job. Let me do mine.

But just what is your job?

And hut!

Looking good there, soldier.

Very good.

Thank you, sir.

You look like you put on a little weight
there, son.

Yes, sir.

I guess so.

Food's pretty good here, sir.

Private, you like seeing your friend
here going to hell like this?

Hadn't really noticed, sir.

It is your job to notice, Private!

We are a team here, are we not? Yes,
sir!

Well, I'm sure now that you have noticed
that you'd like to do something to help

your friend here, wouldn't you, son?

Yes, sir!

I mean, I'm not quite sure what you
mean, sir.

Well, maybe you could take him for a few
laps around the camp.

Help him burn off that spare tire he's
carrying there.

Yes, sir. But we've been ordered to
guard the building, sir. Who gave you

order? Sergeant Rock, sir.

Do you see these bars, son?

Yes, sir.

Do you understand that Sergeant Rock...

can see these bars, too?

I am sure he will understand when I tell
him that I gave you an order to move

out! Yes, sir!

You're safe. I hope that's slow.

Where's the camera? In my pants. Oh,
good luck, Natalie.

idea what you were walking into no i had
to trust harrison was watching my flank

but no i had no idea what i expected to
find in there even if i did it wouldn't

have been what i found what did you find
maps so whoever these people were

it appeared they had a very tight
communications network in place but you

didn't know who they were no who was the
question that still needed to be

answered what i was beginning to find
out was where

I'm telling you, if you watch those two,
we got two guys in this company feeling

each other. They're doing some stuff
right now.

Tell us that.

It's not this year.

What is this?

Tom, I need you.

Did you get it? Yeah, I got it.

You're not going to believe it. Let's
get out of here. Oh, this is a good

Let's stop when we get to New York,
okay?

Hey, you.

Are you going to tell me what you found
back there?

Or have you turned into my personal
aerobics instructor?

What do you know about St. Kitts?

St. Kitts? I mean, it's some island in
the Caribbean. Why?

Well, because from everything I could
see back there, St. Kitts is the brain

center of this operation.

Well, how the hell are we going to make
any sense out of that? I don't know.

Think about it.

It's close to the U .S. mainland. It's
pretty easy in and out from either side

of the Atlantic.

I mean, if you were going to run some
sort of clandestine operation, where

you run it from?

Well, I'd run it out of Quincy's Tavern.

This is a story, Pally. I mean, wherever
the hell it ends up taking us, I mean,

this is one hell of a story, right?

Unfortunately, I don't think it's going
to take you very much further.

Who the hell are you?

Funny, that was the next question I was
going to ask you.

Can I quote you?

No.

You want to take a crack at the same
question?

You sure? How many guesses do I get?

Look, man, I'm telling you the truth.
I'm an American journalist. I'm a

photographer.

Look, check my credentials. Look at my
bag.

Thomas J.

Veal. Which paper do you work for, Mr.
Veal?

I'm a freelance. I was down here working
with a friend.

It would seem you have many American
friends down here, huh?

And your friends are killing our
friends.

Those men are not from the U .S. Army.

Is that so?

Well,

they look, walk, and talk like American
soldiers, but they are not, huh?

Do you think that we are stupid?

No, I don't think you're stupid.

Man, I think whoever those people are,
they're doing a good job of making it

look like they are U .S. Army.

Many of us have lost our families to
these people.

Even if what you say is true, they are
still Americans.

And you!

You are an American!

Why should I believe you? Look, man,
they just executed a friend of mine.

They were about to kill me. You think
those people are my friends?

And you have photographs of these men?

Yeah.

And what will you do with these
photographs?

Look, you let me out of here, man, I'll
publish them.

I'll get the story to every paper in the
States.

Might I have a cigarette?

So what are these people doing down
here?

You mean besides killing our families?

They have bought off our government.

Taken over father again to people.

Yeah, but what do they want?

What does anybody want?

Huh?

Power. Control.

They've been stealing our land, taking
over our farms.

There's much coca down here.

It's coca.

Yes.

Something that we are happy to finally
rid ourselves of.

But not this way.

If what you've told us here is true,
this will be proof.

They will take you into town. From there
you can

find transportation to where you need to
go, huh?

If you publish your pictures, you would
have done us all a great justice.

Go.

Thank you.

I killed some soldiers.

In the process I saved your life.

I was only trying to kill the soldiers.

Let's move them down to the truck. Come
on.

I didn't know whether to just get out of
the country or follow them.

It seems I know you better than you know
yourself.

You followed them, of course.

We need some wine up here!

And that's everything?

As you remember it. That's everything
that happened.

And after you took the photograph?

Well, from there I got back to town and
I made my way out of the country.

That's what I know.

I'm sure it holds no surprises for you.

No.

And you really believe everything you
just told me?

What the hell is he doing?

What do you mean, do I believe it?

It's the truth. That's what happened.

Are you going to tell me what this is
all about?

They caught me, Tom.

They're going to kill me.

Stop him!

What are you talking about?

Everything you

remember, Tom, it isn't real.

It never happened.

Exit 28 of Instate 8.

Let it go.

None of it's true, Tom.

It never happened.

with all of you.