All language subtitles for The Blacklist (2013) - S07E03 - Les Fleurs du Mal (1080p BluRay x265 Bandi)-eng

Remember, my friends,

the task at hand is not
an impossible one.

The Defiance is not rigged.

Mr Palmer has before him every tool,
schematic and safety precaution

necessary for him to save his own life.

Ladies and gentlemen, drink in the moment.

I want you to let
the numbness of life wash away.

Even if only for tonight.
For this moment.

The love, the fear.

This is what it is to be alive.

This...

is the Defiance.

This is Les Fleurs du Mal.

I can't.

Please, you have to let me out of here.
I can't do this.

Are you listening to me?

Make it stop!

I can't!

I did it!

I did it! I beat the game!

I beat the game! I did...

No. Wait, no!

Shoot.

Let me help with that.

- Oh, no, that's okay. I got it.
- Nonsense, I insist.

No, thanks, I got it.

Oh, do you want some coffee?

- I was just going out for some.
- Come on. I insist.

So happy we finally get a chance to chat.

Is Agnes at school?

Yeah, I just dropped her off

and I was on my way home and realised
I didn't have anything for dinner,

so I picked up a few things.

What do you do for work?

I'm a government employee.

What about you?

Me? I'm retired.

I moved here to be closer to my daughter.

We're estranged, but...

I'm hoping to get closer to her.

Agnes is in full-on princess mode.

What?

- Right.
- I know it's not very woke,

but she's irresistible.

Oh, no, fairy tales are very important.

They help children cope
with separation anxiety and loss.

Well, then, I love a fairy tale.

Just not the part where you gotta get saved
by Prince Charming.

That's work. I'm so sorry. I gotta go.

Have you seen my keys?
I could've sworn I just put them right here.

Oh, here.

I must've knocked them off the table.

Keep the mug, bring it back later.

- I'm really sorry about this.
- Don't be.

I got what I came for.

To creep softly, like a coward,
Toward the treasures of your body,

To whip yourjoyous flesh
Bruise your pardoned breast,

To make in your astonished flank
A wide and gaping wound.

As a general rule, I believe
the sword is mightier than the pen.

But in the hands of a free-spirited,
syphilis-ridden French dandy,

I'd say the odds shift considerably.

How's my grandfather?

We saw him this morning.

He's still...

critical.

And the woman who tried to kill him?

You know Baudelaire was prosecuted
for offences against public morality?

- The woman.
- His words were so provocative

that six of his poems
were banned for nearly a century.

- You said you had a lead.
- I do.

A secret society named after
Baudelaire's Les Fleurs du mal.

- Poetry lovers?
- Thrill-seekers.

People who go to extreme lengths
to offend public morality.

A society of decadent misanthropes.

People who have everything,
so nothing is special.

And this connects to the woman
who abducted you in Paris?

It does.

According to Reddington, Les Fleurs du Mal

is our best chance of finding Steinhil

because whoever runs it
contracted him to create an illusion.

Whatever he did for them can't top
the illusion he created for himself:

- Rising from the dead.
- If we get to him, he can get us to

the woman that put Liz's grandfather
on life support.

I combed through every database.
There's nothing concrete on Fleurs du Mal,

only rumours.

About a man given a knife
and locked in a room with a tiger,

a woman who fell off the Eiffel Tower

and something about piranhas.

- You said Reddington had a lead?
- A name, Charles Radcliffe.

Reddington says he attended
one of the society's events.

Ressler, Aram, go see Mr Radcliffe.

See if he can ID these people
before they hurt someone else.

How's Agnes?

Amazing.

She's sweetly oblivious to the guards
you have sitting outside our apartment

- to protect her.
- If you need anything,

- including time off...
- Is that why you sent Aram instead of me?

I sent Aram because
he needs more experience in the field.

You are a single mom with a hard job.

I just want you to know,
if you need to come in late

- or leave early...
- I don't, but it's good to know I can.

Thank you...

for everything.

Elodie Radcliffe?

Agents Ressler, Mojtabai, FBI.

I knew you'd come sooner or later.

- You did?
- Les Fleurs du Mal.

That's why you're here, isn't it?

How could you know that?

I thought you'd given up.

- On what?
- On my husband, Charles.

If he's here, we'd like to have
a word with him as well.

We have a lot of questions for both of you.

Charles can't help you.

Because those people in Les Fleurs du Mal
all but killed him.

So the Defiance? It's done?

You said this one was important.

And the Player will be provided with tools?

Yes, as discussed.

All useless.

For a Player to survive,
he needs to be willing to...

break his index finger,
dislocate his thumb...

work his hand into the cam slot
and disengage the lock.

It's the only way.

So one could survive?

Could? Yes.

Would?

Incredibly unlikely.

But the narrow chance of survival
is the whole point, right?

You said this is a diving accident?

An arterial gas embolism.

That's the lie they told me to hide
whatever they really did to him.

- Did you go to the police?
- And say what?

I don't know what happened.

And even if I did, these are powerful people
with the resources to protect themselves.

So how did you find these people?

Charles found them.

It was a gift.

For our anniversary.

Our marriage wasn't perfect.

We were bored, drifting apart.

Charles thought this might be exciting.

To... To watch people die?

Sharing an experience.

Something so rare and raw and extraordinary
that it can't be forgotten.

That it can only bring you closer.

They called it the Defiance.

Sounds terrifying.

Which is why I didn't go.

Do you know how to make contact?

- You want me to talk to them?
- Yes.

Help us expose them.

Find out what happened to your husband.

Well, Charles had an e-mail address
for the man in charge, Thelonious Prackett.

That's all I know.

I'm sorry, Mr Morozov,
I told him you weren't to be interrupted...

Motya!

I'm sorry to barge in unexpectedly,
but I've called repeatedly

and there hasn't been hide nor hair of you,

so I thought I'd come check
to see if you're okay.

- Please go.
- And you're okay, thank God.

I thought maybe Ed Broadfoot and his sons
had finally tracked you down

and dragged you off
to one of those gravel pits.

- What do you want?
- It's about the Townsend Directive.

I understand it's been reactivated.

That you and everyone else who bought in
are actively hunting for her.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Motya, I need to take care of this myself.
It's personal.

Do you know your conversations
with the minister of finance

single-handedly are responsible for
getting my operations pushed out of Kiev?

I lost millions on rail lines alone.

I lost my relationship with contractors,
politicians.

My own wife left me for the competitor.

To be fair,
she'd been screwing him for months.

Forget about the directive.

Forget about Katarina Rostova.

I'm not gonna help you find her.

I'm gonna hunt her down
and I'm gonna kill her myself.

And the next time I see your face,

I'm gonna shoot
before you can start talking.

Too soon? The comment about the wife?

Good talk.

I told you.

Yeah, you were right.

I mean, we had to try,
but now he's forced our hand.

Sir? Sir, there is nothing
on Thelonious Prackett.

It's gotta be an alias.

But whoever he is, he agreed to let
Mrs Radcliffe recommend a new member.

- Did you tell Ressler?
- Prackett agreed on one condition:

That if the new member gets invited
to an event, Radcliffe has to go with.

- It's fine as long as Ressler's with her.
- Yeah.

About that, if...

If we're doing this...

I'd like to go with her.

- Instead of Ressler?
- We need to be a convincing couple.

To have a connection, and we have one.

- I can relate to her loss.
- Samar.

Not that what I went through even compares.

You went through plenty.

- Sorry I haven't asked you about it more.
- I'm fine.

Still a bit numb, I guess.

But when the last real feeling you had
was devastation,

you're not super psyched to get out there
and feel again.

But I'm good. I'm good.

I agree.

That I'm good? Or devastated?

That you should go with her.
Work on your cover, you're going in.

Greetings.

Where are we going?

And why do I have to go with you?

Because you remain in my debt.

- I saved your life.
- Yes, after putting it at risk.

And I told you about Steinhil's contract
with Les Fleurs du Mal.

- Why aren't you looking at them?
- I've got people working on that.

I'm supposed to be at dinner tonight
at the Peppermill.

It's my wedding anniversary.

Congratulations.
That shouldn't be a problem.

You're holding me hostage.

I prefer to think of it as looking out
for my best interests.

Please, find yourself another seat, relax,
read a book, watch a movie.

Do you like Truffaut?
We have the complete collection.

What did Stevenson say?

The room is being swept.
He can't get a camera in.

Someone from the hotel staff, then.

Surely we can incentivise a maid or someone
from room service to take a photo.

They're only allowing authorised personnel.

We're too late to get anyone on the inside.

Can I ask you something?

Day for Night. Definitely.

- The photograph.
- Oh, that's none of your concern.

If I got it for you, would my debt be paid?

Conceivably.

We met at Ascot.

I had a horse racing
in the Dubai Shergar Cup.

How did he do?

Fractured his left front pastern,
had to be put down.

- Cost me 300,000 in stud fees.
- Per stud?

Forty studs a year,
that's 12 million per year.

That must've been a dark day.

Until I saw Elodie.

Things brightened considerably after that.

How is Charles?

The man I married is alive,

but my husband is gone.

And our role in that tragedy?

I don't hold you responsible,
if that's what you're asking.

He wanted the risk.

We both did.

Oh, I know you did,
I'm surprised you still do.

I didn't.

For a long time,
I thought I never would again.

Then I met Shameel.

I was a guest in one of the royal boxes
and she was three rows below,

and still the peacock feathers in her hat
blocked my view.

Your interest is unusual.

I don't see why. I can buy anything I want,

so naturally what I want
is something I cannot buy.

It's unusual because
it coincides with an upcoming event.

Why is that unusual?

Because we haven't issued invitations yet,

which makes your interest
an unusual coincidence.

Or worse...

not a coincidence at all.

I understand your caution...

and why you need to vet your guests
as closely as you do.

I would expect nothing less.

But we've told you our story,
we've exchanged wiring instructions

and I'm one text away from depositing
a million dollars into your account.

The Defiance
is an experience money can't buy.

Of course not. Which is why
I'm all the more happy to pay for it.

So I need to know,

are we in or are we out?

Welcome to Les Fleurs du Mal.

I'm confused. We have no idea
where we're going, who will be there,

or how to get out.

- We don't even know how to get there.
- Prackett said he'd send instructions.

- Which he hasn't.
- He will.

We sold our story well.
But if you're uncomfortable...

I am. Because I...
I don't quite understand the plan.

Can we go over it again?

The location of the event
is a closely guarded secret.

Which means you and Aram
will be on your own.

When Prackett makes contact,
you'll follow his instructions.

If you don't know where we're going
and you can't follow us,

how do you plan to find our location?

With an ELT beacon.

We'll smuggle the device in disassembled
so we can get it past security.

Disassembled?

You're going to wear the device
into the building in pieces.

Once inside, Aram will assemble the device,
activate the signal,

and it'll give our team your location.

- And once you get the signal...?
- We'll come and get you.

Okay. I get it.

We literally have no idea where we're going.

No, we don't.

It'll be okay.

I promise.

Ms Radcliffe, Mr Aubeelauck, welcome.

If you would...

For the Defiance.

Enjoy your stay.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Why do we need these again?

I have no idea.

Signal's clear.

We're good.

I miss having children.

I need to tie my shoe.

Hand me the antenna.

- And what are you two up to?
- What?

We... We were...

We were just talking about how delicious
those little shrimp tartelettes are.

- He's quite a foodie.
- I am a foodie.

I am. I'm such a foodie.
I'm... I'm a foodie.

Well, eat all you like. Drink all you like.

Tonight is an event
that none of us will soon forget.

Have fun, my friends.

And good luck.

"Good luck"?

Why would he say "good luck"?

I have no idea.

And I don't wanna find out.

Let's keep moving, shall we? Okay.

That's Motya Morozov.
One of the two men I need you to photograph.

But you already have his photograph.

I have photographs of both of them.

What I need is a photograph
of them together.

- Why?
- The other man's name is Fields.

Despite staying at the same hotel,

being seen together would be quite damaging.

They'll take every precaution
to prevent that from happening.

How can I help you?

You see that tall drink of water behind me?

- I'm gonna ask him to marry me.
- Good for you.

We stayed here once
and had the most incredible time.

In Room 267.

Any chance it's still available?

I'll see what I can do.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

The lobby is crawling with security.

I'm not surprised.
The FBI are not known for their discretion.

That's who's scanning the room? The feds?

That's who doesn't want a photo taken?

As I said, neither party...

- You didn't tell me one party was the FBI.
- An oversight, admittedly.

I thought you worked with the FBI.

A small, select group of agents
are in my employ.

- Any of these guys?
- Unfortunately not.

I can see this was a mistake.

Ten minutes. The valet line.
Be there with the engine running.

How are you gonna do it?

Ding-dong ditch.

Ding-dong ditch.

I loved playing that as a child.

May I have your attention, please?

The Defiance is here.

The spectacle we are about to witness
only has meaning

because each of us is invested.

The pledge we made is what binds us.

It's what lets us feel like we're alive,
even if only for one night.

Each of us has agreed
to embrace this challenge,

and yet, only one of us will face it.

For that unlucky member,

may it be some small consolation to remember

we ask no risk of you
that we have not taken ourselves.

With that, the Defiance begins in one hour.

Good luck to us all.

Oh, my God, the Player.

They choose one from the guests.

I don't know what's taking so long.

It's online and transmitting.

So why aren't they here?
Are we maybe out of range?

No, it doesn't matter where we are.
It's GPS-activated.

- Okay, so where are they, then?
- I don't know.

The only thing that could possibly interfere
would be a sun flare...

- A jammer.
- So the FBI has no idea we're here?

- I don't think so.
- So now what?

Ladies and gentlemen, it's time.

Are you ready...

to meet the Player?

- Oh, my God.
- Okay. Okay, okay.

- Oh, my God.
- Elodie, we're gonna figure this out.

- Oh, my God!
- It's gonna be fine.

- No, wait. Wait, wait, hold on!
- It'll be okay.

- Hold on, stop! Please don't, no!
- I'm gonna come for you, okay?

Stop it, please! No! Don't do this!

Him? That's Kirilenko.
Head of Russian vor in America.

Get away from me!

Stop, you're hurting me!

FBI!

Stop her!

Oh, my God.

Hi.

Nice noodle.

She's good.

She is very good.

I believe this makes us even.

Dembe, we can tell Edward
we'll be ready for takeoff in 20.

Francesca...

- Your husband, what's his name?
- Paul. Paul Farwell.

Absent headwinds, in two hours you and Paul
will be celebrating your anniversary

at the Peppermill as planned.
I recommend the corn chowder.

Oh, my God.

Ding-dong ditch.

Hey. Hey, we finally got something.

Bring up the map overlay.

End of the hall to the left.

- What happened?
- I don't know, we lost the signal.

But we got a location.

Scramble the HRT choppers.
You and Keen need to get there now.

Ladies and gentlemen,
after our brief interruption...

it's now time.

Welcome to the Defiance.

Tonight, our Player faces
a most desperate challenge.

Using only the tools
left inside the chamber,

our Player must find a way to save her life

by unlocking the device
and climbing free from her tomb.

But...

this device, this Defiance,
offers an additional challenge.

One involving...

time.

Our Player not only has to get out,

she has to do so before she suffocates.

Player...

- give us a show we won't forget.
- Stop it!

- And good luck.
- Please stop it!

Please, don't do this!

I can't get this open!

I... I can't.
I don't know how to do it!

Come on, guys.

What's this?

From him. The man with the hat.

Is that stroganoff?

Yes.

I'm always hunting for a new recipe.

The woman.

- You sent her?
- I did.

After our last conversation,
I felt you needed a soupçon of motivation.

- I told you if you came back...
- I know.

You'd shoot first
and not bother with the questions later.

But... But quite a bit
has changed since then.

- This photo prove nothing.
- They prove you went to Miami

to meet in secret with the FBI.

I was told you were a snitch.

And unless you do as I instruct,
everyone else will know the truth as well.

Rostova.

When you get a lead, I get a lead.

When you get a location,
I get to go there first.

The nutmeg is nice.

Needs salt.

Please stop this!

The police and the FBI, they know...
They know all about you.

They're gonna arrest all of you!

Aram!

Aram, please make it stop!

Please tell them!

Please tell them!

Mr Aubeelauck,
I need you to come with me, please.

What? No.

Sir, I'm not asking.

Could you...?
Could you just give me a minute?

Sir, we're leaving now.

- Mr Prackett will be very upset with you.
- Upset with me for what?

It's empty.

FBI! Everybody on the ground.

Nobody move.

- Where are we going?
- I don't know.

Jammer's back up,
they're not going anywhere.

Secure the east exit.

Check that door!

Where are your friends?

I don't know.

What was that for?

Thank you.

We have to keep moving.

- Come on.
- Okay.

- We're almost there.
- Okay.

Welcome back.

- Let her go.
- This really is a first.

I'm an FBI agent,

and you're gonna let her go.

You must know,

if you're an FBI agent,

that we can't let you go
and expose our guests.

So you're going to come with me,

you're going to tell my men
exactly what the FBI know,

and then we're gonna take you
to the water's edge and drown you.

No, wait.

She had nothing to do with this,
I'm who you want.

- What's done is done.
- Kill them.

Drown them! Drown them! Drown them!

Flay their skin off!

- Kill them slowly!
- Drown them!

FBI!

Go, go, go!

On the ground! Now!

- Hands up!
- Let me see them!

Hands! Hands in the air.

Some Defiance.

You find this funny?

Oh, I think it's thrilling.

The other society members
don't share your enthusiasm.

They're too busy turning on you.

So far, they've detailed six murders.

People want risk.

I give it to them.

The chance to feel alive.

Is that what you gave Vance Palmer
when you locked him in a box

with a bomb he couldn't defuse?

If everyone's talked, why talk to me?

Snitches roll uphill.

I'm on top.

Not quite.

Louis Steinhil.

I'm told you hired him once.

Never heard of him.

Well, that's too bad.

Because if you had,
we could've recommended to the DA

that he take
the death penalty off the table.

Then again,

lethal injection sure would
give you a chance to feel alive.

You know, before it kills you.

What... What's his name again?

Steinhil, Louis T.

It's an anagram for "the Illusionist."

You said the Peppermill
didn't deliver the champagne?

They said there were no reservations
under Farwell or Campbell.

Francesca said she was married.

But according to Glen,
the DMV database lists her as single.

- Hello?
- When it's appropriate,

I'd like to engage your services.

- I thought we were even.
- We are.

You're under no obligation,
but I could use a capable operative.

Do you need an answer right now?

Oh, my goodness. Oh, how rude of me.
It's your anniversary.

- Did you make it to the Peppermill?
- I did.

We're here now.

And here I am talking shop.
Go, have fun.

I hope Paul knows how lucky he is.

How could he forget?

I remind him every day.

Hello? Elizabeth?

- Elizabeth?
- Oh, hey, sorry about that.

Give me one second.

So I was just calling to tell you
I got what you wanted.

An address on Steinhil.

Tell me.

Some people are so thoughtful.

Steinhil. Where is he?

They found Steinhil.

That's too bad.

I'd grown quite fond of him.

- Well, hello, young lady.
- Thank you for the books.

- You're very welcome.
- Would you like to read one to me?

Oh, well, I'd love that.
Would you like me to?

You did well out there today.

Eventually.

You did well.

I'm proud of you.

"Once upon a time,
there lived a little country girl,

the prettiest creature who was ever seen.

Her mother was extremely fond of her,

and her grandmother
doted on her still more."

How's Mrs Radcliffe?

She's... She's okay.

You know, I think part of her
found all the danger exhilarating.

Crazy, right?

I've long since given up trying to
figure out what excites people, or why.

Yeah, getting your kicks
from Les Fleurs du Mal is crazy.

But as a general rule,

I admire people who insist on
finding ways to be exhilarated.

As opposed to being okay with feeling numb?

You're not okay with it.

You're scared to feel again,
which is understandable.

But I wanna encourage you to try.

Because as hard as it is to feel pain...

it's much harder to feel nothing.

"The poor child did not know
of the danger she was in."

Hey.

Hi.

Come in.

"'Grandmother, what big ears you have.'

'All the better to hear you with, my child,'
replied the wolf."

I wanted to come by
to make sure you're okay.

I am.

Thanks to you.

I also stopped by to say that...

That you shouldn't...

you know, feel badly about...

About what?

Kissing me.

You shouldn't feel badly about that at all.

I shouldn't?

Absolutely not.

"" Grandmother, what big teeth you have.'

'All the better to eat you with, '
replied the wolf.

And saying these words,

the wicked wolf fell upon
Little Red Riding Hood

and ate her all up."

She's an angel.

How did it happen?

You becoming estranged from your daughter?

All that matters now
is that I wanna make amends.

I was estranged from my mother.

I would hope that she would wanna
make amends with me too.

I'm sure she does.

Well...

I hope it happens.

For a long time,
I didn't think that would ever happen.

Now I'm beginning to think it will.