All language subtitles for Femme Fatales S01E09 1080p WEB-DL DD+ 5.1 x264-TrollHD_track3_und

(slow sensual music)

(doorbell chimes)

(doorbell continues to chime)

- Can I help you?

- I'm Molly.

- Molly.

Molly Trevor.

- You say that like it's supposed to mean

something to me.

- Ain't you Eddie Gardner's wife?

- What's this about?

- He didn't tell you.

- Tell me what?

- That I was coming.

- No, he didn't.

- Hold on.

- There's no cell service here.

You're going to have to use the landline.

- It's me, Molly.

Eddie ain't here, what
do you want me to do?

Okay, fine.

Yes, I get you.

I'm not deaf, dumb, or blind, you know?

(laughing)

Fine.

Sorry to disturb you,
hon, there's some kind

of a misunderstanding.

- Was he expecting you?

- Apparently not.

Thanks for the hospitality.

I'll get out of your hair now.

(engine turns over and revs)

(horse whinnies)

- You all know Camille Gardner.

A beautiful woman who
like so many got married

too young, too soon.

Well, now she's a life she
never imagined for herself,

with an abusive husband
and aimless existence.

Oh, and her world's about
to get so much worse.

Tango's beautiful, isn't she?

Well get ready because
you're about to meet

some animals that aren't near as pretty.

(slow sinister music)

♫ I got my eye on you

♫ I got my eye on you

♫ An immultidude

♫ You're flirting around's

♫ Getting blood on shoes

♫ Oh, oh-oh-oh

♫ Oh, oh, whoa oh

♫ I've set my sights on you

♫ I've set my sights on you

♫ We're all united by two

♫ So don't look around

♫ I've got nothing to do

♫ Oh, oh-oh-oh

♫ Oh, oh, whoa oh

♫ Oh, oh, whoa oh

♫ Oh, oh, whoa oh

♫ Oh, oh, whoa oh

♫ Oh, oh, whoa oh ♫

(gunshot)

(slow piano music)

- Rhonda!

(slow piano music continues)

What the hell are you smiling about?

- I'm just thinking about our future.

(sigh)

- I guess you'll be thinking
about our recent past.

- What putters?

What's done is done.

I'm looking to spend my future with you.

- This woman came asking for Eddie.

- So?

- I'm worried.

She sounded like she was
supposed to meet him here.

If I were you, I'd be very concerned.

- Why?

When you can worry for the both of us.

That's what you're good at, right?

- You know, you should put something on.

- What for?

When you can take something off.

(moans)

(slow erotic music)

(kissing sounds)

(heavy breathing)

(moaning in pleasure)

(sensuous panting)

(slow erotic music continues)

(moaning in pleasure)

If you could be anyone in
the world, who would it be?

- Anyone?

Real or fictional?

- Either.

(sighs)

- I think Eloise.

- Eloise, who the hell is Eloise?

(laughs)

- A little girl that lived
in a penthouse apartment

at the Plaza Hotel in New York.

(laughing)

- Wow.

That's very undykie of you.

(laughs)

- What about you?

- Mm, I don't know.

Maybe, Anne Boleyn.

I heard she gave great head.

- God, you're a weirdo.

(laughing)

- What do you expect from a girl who lives

in a trailer park?

(laughs)

(doorbell chimes)

You're not going to go get that, are you?

- I have to.

It'll look suspicious.

(slow suspenseful music)

(door creaks open)

What the hell are you doing in my house?

- What's it to you?

- I don't have to--

- Didn't mean to startle
you, Mrs. Gardner.

I apologize for the intrusion again.

When no one answered
the bell, we went around

back and found the patio door open.

Thought you were out walking
the dogs or something

and we would wait for you to get back.

- What is this all about?

- I told you.

We're looking for your husband.

- He's not here.

He's, he's away on business.

- That's bullshit.

She's lying.

- What Mr. Congeniality here meant to say,

is that we were supposed to meet him here,

this very day.

We're all a little
surprised he ain't here.

- There's nothing for you
to worry about, my dear.

I'm sure we won't be waiting long.

It's probably just an
oversight that your husband

forgot to tell you we were coming.

Now, if you don't mind,

we have come a very long
way and are extremely tired.

Perhaps you'd sit with
us for a bit to help

pass the time.

- I should really go upstairs and change.

- Don't bother.

We didn't mean to inconvenience you.

I wouldn't want you to get
dressed on our account.

We won't be here very long.

- Plus you have such lovely gowns.

Isn't that a great word, gowns?

It means legs.

Robinson taught me that.

(laughs)

You're lucky.

I go to the gym six
days a week and I still

can't get my legs
looking like anything but

tree stumps.

- Hey, where do you
keep your liquor, lady?

- It's in the cupboard, above the sink.

- Well, are you going to
pour me a glass or what?

(scoffs)

- Help yourself.

- Why, I don't mind if I do.

You boss?

- No, thank you, Mr. Widmark.

So, Mrs. Gardner.

Anyone home but you?

- Just the kids.

They're upstairs, sleeping.

You should really be quiet.

- All right, we wouldn't
want to do anything

to disturb them.

Me, I'm not really a fan
of the munchkins, myself.

Seems like a hell of a
lot of work and not a lot

of payoff.

But Molly here, she is a born parent.

Guess that's why she does
such a good job mothering

me, don't you sweetheart?

- (Laughs) I'd like to thing so.

(laughing)

What?

You couldn't find the glasses, Marvin?

- Shut up.

- So, um, how do you all know my husband?

- What is that your business?

- Marvin, please.

We are guests in Mrs. Gardner's home.

I apologize for the impudence of my lackey

and I bet your forgiveness.

- It's all right, I guess.

- You have a lovely house.

Never been to this part of the state.

- Yes, it's very quiet here.

- That's why I do you not like it.

- Well, that's nice.

So, when is Eddie coming back anyway?

- Patience, Mr. Widmark.

I'm quite sure he will be here soon.

I generally am not one
to tolerate tardiness,

but in this case, we are
going to make an exception,

and enjoy Mrs. Gardner's hospitality.

- You got a little girl's
room where I could go

freshen up?

- Yes, just down the
hallway, towels are just

being washed.

- Consanguineous.

- What?

- Consanguineous, it
means, related to by birth

or of the same blood.

I try to learn a new word
every day and today's

word is consanguineous.

Really haven't found a way to fit it into

a sentence yet.

- I see.

- He's a pretty smart guy, isn't he?

- I guess.

- Yeah, well you're not.

Now, where's your husband?

Why isn't he here yet?

Huh?

What are you trying to pull?

- Marvin, really.

You're scaring Mrs. Gardner.

- He's not scaring me.

- No.

Well you should be scared.

If your hubby doesn't show up,

we're going to have to
find other ways to amuse

ourselves.

- What the hell is going on?

- Sit down.

- Marvin, really.

Is that necessary?

Now you're embarrassing the woman, please.

Restrain yourself.

Your husband, he promised
to turn over a certain

item to us and as soon as
the transfer of those assets

takes place, we'll leave you in peace.

But until then,

I need you to sit the fuck down.

Shut the fuck up.

And you better do exactly
as we say otherwise,

this night will end very
unpleasantly for all of us.

Most of all, you.

Now, me, I abhor violence personally.

I'm cultivated, I go to
the opera and whatnot,

but Mr. Widmark here, he is a savage.

Primitive man, an animal
really, a neanderthal.

Existing in what Thomas
Hobbe's would have referred

to as a state of nature.

Solitary, brutish, short.

NO conscience, no restraint.

I strongly suggest that if you know where

your husband is, you tell us,

and you tell us right now, Mrs. Gardner.

(gasps)

- Stop it, both of you.

YOu're not accomplishing
anything by scaring the lady.

She's just as confused as we are.

Aren't you, lady?

So knock it off and sit down and shut up.

Cigarette?

Mind if I do?

Thanks, doll.

We wouldn't want to disturb
the kiddies upstairs,

now would we?

Not yet at least.

(slow eerie music)

- Are you here, um, to kill my husband?

- What ever gave you that idea, my dear?

- I'm not stupid.

- Questions like that
sure don't make you smart.

- Rest assured, we are not
here to kill your husband.

I told you, he has something that we need

and when he turns it
over to us, we'll leave.

- What?

- You do know what your
husband does for a living

don't you?

- He works for Homeland Security.

- That's right.

And he made a deal with Mrs. Trevor here.

One that he needs to honor.

- And I won't have any
problems getting him

out of the country?

Good.

You have half the money.

You'll get the other half on delivery.

You just make sure,

all the documents are ready.

Soon as we bust him out, we need to leave

the country with the match, fast.

Yay.

(heavy panting)

That's right, Eddie.

(cloth ripping)

Like you like it, Eddie.

Give it to me hard, Eddie.

Give it to me like a real man, Eddie.

(grunting)

Give it to me harder, Eddie.

Yeah, Eddie.

Come on, Eddie.

Yeah, Eddie.

Yeah, give it harder, Eddie.

- I need to go to the bathroom.

I need to go to the bathroom.

- Fine, come on.

I don't mind watching
you spread your legs.

- I'll take her.

I'll keep an eye on her for you, Robinson.

- If she does anything
but relieve herself,

you tell Mr. Widmark and
he'll take care of it.

- I thought you needed to take a leak.

- Do you mind stepping outside, please?

- Don't be modest.

(scoffs)

- I'm not.

I just find it very uncomfortable when you

stand there watching me pee.

- Don't worry.

We're going to get you
out of here, Mrs. Gardner.

- We?

- Your husband is involved with some very

bad men, he's trying
to sell them classified

materials.

We need to find out who he's
working with and recover

the items before McGraw
can leave the country

with them.

- Eddie, you're here for Eddie?

- I'm afraid so.

Sorry to be the one to tell you.

I know you want to protect him,

but it'll go a lot easier for everyone

involved if you can tell me where he is.

(banging on door)

Quick, take whatever it
is you're looking for.

(door opens)

- [Voiceover] What?

You fall in?

(breathing hard)

- What is it?

- I think I saw something out there.

- You see anything?

- No, but I'm telling
you, there was someone

out there.

- It was the wind, you'll get used to it.

- Listen, lady, I know what I saw.

- Wait a second.

I think he's right.

I saw something move.

- Check it out, Mr. Widmark.

Take her with you.

(slow suspenseful music)

- You fucking bitch.

Eddie.

Hey, Eddie,

I got your goddamn wife out here.

Her and the kids are going to get it

if you don't show your face.

You hear me, Eddie?

- He's not there, I told you.

It's the wind.

Let's go back to your boss.

- The wind opened the fucking window?

(mumbles)

(whimpers)

(cries out)

Sun Tzu says, enfold your adversary.

I know what you're thinking.

Double cross, right?

Well, I ain't stupid, lady.

And Robinson's not my
boss, we're associates.

- What's the difference?

- Oh, you got a smart
mouth on you, don't you?

- He did call you his lackey, you know.

- Oh, yeah.

Well, I work with him, not for him.

- What about Molly?

You work for her too?

- Oh, you shut that pretty
little mouth of yours.

That's Robinson's girl, all right?

She means nothing to me.

- You wanna fuck me, don't you?

I know I do.

- Yeah?

You trying to get me mad?

- Maybe.

- You're doing a hell of a job.

(whimpers)

Am I scaring ya?

- I married Eddie, remember?

He used me like a punching bag.

Treated me like dirt.

I only got stronger.

And I'm not bending over for you

or anybody else.

- Oh, we'll see about that.

(yells out in pain)

Fuck!

Fucking bitch.

(whimpering)

You're already dead, bitch.

(gunshots)

I'm coming for ya.

Where are you going, baby?

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(yells)

- Rhonda, no!

(gasps)

Rhonda!

What did you do?

She's a cop, Rhonda.

She's an undercover cop.

Oh, my God.

How the hell, you didn't know.

How would you know?

I'm going to go up to the house, I'm going

to make it look like it's
all the bastard's fault

and we'll be, we'll be fine.

- And what about, what about me?

- You've got to get out of here.

Something goes wrong--

- I'm not leaving you.

- I'll be right behind, baby.

I just, I'll be right behind
you, just wait for me,

okay, at the motel.

- Let's just go.

Let's just go.

- No, no, I can't.

You know I can't.

- Why?

- You know why.

I love you.

I love you.

- I know.

I know, honey.

- No matter what, I'll wait for you.

- I know you will, baby.

(slow suspenseful music)

(cries out)

(menacing laughter)

- Where's Mr. Widmark?

And Molly?

You, bitch.

She was like family to me.

- Yeah, but, not consanguineous, see,

I found a way to use it in
a sentence, you asshole.

- I didn't want to hurt you.

I just wanted to conduct
my business and leave

but you made that impossible now.

So how about we pay a
visit to your family?

- You can't.

- Of course I can.

Open that fucking door.

- Please don't, I beg you.

These are my children.

- You don't have any fucking kids.

- Fuck.

Eddie.

- You cook, sorry.

- I don't know

- Just this.

- Okay, let's eat, let's eat.

(panting)

- No, no.

(screams)

(choking)

(heavy erratic music)

(thud)

(grunting)

- We can be together now.

It's just the two of us, baby.

For good.

It's perfect.

(gasps)

(cries out in pain)

- Fuck you.

(slow suspenseful music)

(slow suspenseful music continues)

(slow suspenseful music continues)

(sirens)

(heavy banging on door)

- Mrs. Camille Gardner.

Do you know what this is?

You're house has been under surveillance

for the past month.

So you are under arrest for
the murder of your husband.

Now, do not lie to us.

Things will go a lot easier for you.

Start by telling us where
we can find Rhonda Temple.

- If we were under
surveillance for a month,

how come you don't know where she is?

I have no idea where she is.

- So, why are you here?

- I killed my husband.

Stabbed him in the chest six times.

(door slams)

("100 MPH (In 2nd Gear)" by Gemma Ray)

♫ A long, long time ago

♫ But not so long ago though

♫ Days went slow but the weeks flew fast

♫ Flying past and calling us, hurry up

♫ It's like driving one hundred miles

♫ Per hour in second gear

♫ Jumped through one
too many hoops to prove

♫ You shoot not in cold blood but fear ♫

(slow fun music)

(tank filter gurgling)

- [Voiceover] Kill Lu Bu, kill.

Good fish.