All language subtitles for The.Fear.Index.S01E03.720p.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV

[theme music playing]

[people speaking indistinctly]

[baby crying]
[woman speaking indistinctly]

[reporter on TV] Emergency
services...

[man speaking indistinctly]

[man and woman
moaning in distance]

[door opens]

[muffled bang]

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

[speaking German]

[in English]
I can't...

[shouting in German]

I don't know...

[speaks German]

[in English]
What are you doing?

[handcuffs clicking]

Who the fuck are you?

[speaking German]

[in English]
I don't understand.

[in English]
Take off your shirt.

What?

Shirt!

Why are you doing this?
[speaking German]

[in English] You asked me
like a little piggy.

What the fuck? I didn't...
Little piggy.

What the fuck?
I never asked you
to do anything.

You contact me.

No. No, I didn't...

[speaking German]

[Alex groaning in pain]

[grunting]

What the fuck?

[man groaning]

Wake up.

Why do you have
pictures of my wife?

[speaking German]

In English,
you piece of shit!

[chuckling, speaking German]

[in English] It's all for you.

You wanted it.
You came to me.

On das computer.
Look at the folder "Das Opfer."

[chuckles]

You beg me...

Like little bitch.

You wanted it.
You made it easy for me.

[Alex] Oh, Jesus!

[man] You told me exactly
what you wanted me to do.

[speaking German]

[in English] It's impossible.

[imperceptible]

[chuckling]

[man speaking German]

[man chuckles]

[breath trembling]

It's fucking impossible.

[grunting]

It's better when you struggle.

[Alex straining]

For your wife,
it will be slow.

It will hurt her.

[yelling]

[groans, grunts]

[grunting]

[panting]

[groans]

[knocking on wall]

[man speaking French]

[indistinct conversations]

[Alex, on voicemail]
Leave a message after the tone.

Hello, Alex,
I've got $5 billion up here,
asking me what's wrong

with the man
they're about to entrust
said $5 billion to.

Call me back.

Fuck!

[knocking on door]

[man speaking French]

[knocking continues]

[man continues in French]

[speaking French]

[woman continues shouting
in French]

[speaking French]

[car starting]

All right, that's it.

I've had enough.
Let's get out of here.

Oh, mutiny.

Speaking for all of us, Hugo,
we'd like to hold off
any firm decision

on further investments
until we've spoken to Alex.

[Lukasinski] We would
like some assurance.

Well, I've given you
every assurance...

From him.
We need to hear it
from him,

or we may be less inclined
to take up your offer.

Okay.

I... I understand.

So why don't we flip
this little predicament.

Since we've been in this
restaurant, our company
has made $30 million,

that puts us up to
nearly $90 million
on the day.

It's a lot of money,
isn't it?

See, you've all been
looking at this
the wrong way.

We offered you
the chance to further invest

because of the privileged
relationship you have with us.

Because let's be honest,

I show those numbers
to anyone else in the world

and they would bite my hand off
to be a part of it.

So, by all means,

take a few hours
to think it through.

Have a stroll around Geneva.

See some sights.

But anyone not back at
our offices by 5:00 p.m.
with their chequebooks out

will not be offered
this opportunity again.

Have a pleasant afternoon.

[Hugo] Hey.

Take me to Dr. Hoffman's house.

I've been assigned to Alex.

Not anymore,
because you fucking
lost him, didn't you?

Yeah. Open the door.

[speaking French]

[breathing heavily]

Can you turn
the air conditioning on, please?

It's hot.

[mouthing] Help me.

[speaking French]

[in English] Hurry, please.

[exhales]

[Gabby]
What are you doing here?

[Hugo] I'm looking
for your husband.

Where is he?

[Gabby] I don't know,
I haven't seen him.

You're leaving him,
I hear.

Am I?

Fuck!

You couldn't have waited
until tomorrow?

You have to be
this bloody selfish?

Wow, that's an interesting take
on the situation, Hugo.

You know, I just watched him
come this close

to joining us for that bloody
lunch, and then he ran away.

I don't know where he is.

Would you tell me anyway?
That's the question.

Probably not, because he's not
well, Hugo, and you know that.

Why do you have it in for me?

I mean, I'd like to know.

Okay. All right, Hugo.
You really wanna do this?

Yes.
Right now?

Okay, I don't "have it in"
for you.

But you must have known
about his previous breakdown.

And you thought it was okay
to send him to the office

after he'd been attacked.
What is wrong with you?

I didn't send him
to the office.

He's a grown man.

[scoffs]

The future of our company
is at stake today.

You could have handled it, Hugo,
and you know that.

What are you talking about?
Of course not.

He's the genius.
They need to
see him.

That's what they want.

I need you to help me.

'Cause if you don't,

it's highly fucking likely
that this company
will be shut down.

And I know you'd hate to
be the one
to have to give him the news

that everything he's been
working on
for the last decade is gone.

Because, if anything,
it's gonna cause
another breakdown.

That'll do it.

So help me.

Please, Gabby.

Fine.

I get it Hugo.
But I care about Alex,
not the company.

I'll go and wait at the office.

Maybe he'll turn up there.
He comes home, you'll call me?

Okay, you do the same.

Absolutely.

[reporter on TV]
The explosion on the aircraft

operated by the Swiss airline
Vista Airways

is now being considered
a deliberate act of terrorism.

Families of the victims
gathered near the crash site
to pay their respects,

holding a vigil
to pray for those lost.

There is clearly
a rising sense of anger

at how something like this
could happen,

and whether key intelligence
was missed.

Financial markets
have reacted to the crash,

with Vista Airlines' stock
at an all-time low.

Ambulances are also
concerned about...
[continues indistinctly]

I need to know
if you've taken off
the position limit.

What?

No, of course not.

But it's been removed.

That's impossible.

VIXAL's just breached
the limits
and trades are soaring.

I thought you must have
authorised it.

This is wrong.
It's just wrong.

The trades are good.
They're going up.

That's not the bloody point.

The limit is there
for a reason.

We have to
close VIXAL down, now.

[Alex] Okay, stop here.

[speaking French]

I need to see her urgently.

My name is Alex Hoffman.
Just tell her it's me.

It's extremely urgent.

[speaks French]

I need her to see...
[speaks French]

Dr. Hoffman.

[Dr. Polidori speaking French
to other client]

[whispers in French]

[in English] Alex.

[door closes]

[breathing shakily]

Look at this.

I got this off a man
who I supposedly
hired to attack me.

Read it.

I'm begging him to kill me.

A conversation
between two men,

one who dreams of killing
and the other
who fantasises about dying.

The man who fantasises about
death, that's me.

The thoughts that are in here,
I remember having them,
when I was ill.

I told you about them.

How did they end up in this
computer?

I have no idea how something
like this could happen.

Then I'm truly losing
my fucking mind.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Alex.

That means that
I've bought things,

I've met with people,

and I've hired someone to...

attack me at my house.

A fucking cannibal.

Why would I do that?

You treated me.

Why?

[typing]

Are you looking
at my files?

Yes.
[sniffles]

Do you write down what I say?

Can I see them?

Can I see them?

You gave someone my files.

Why would I do that?

How else could the conversation
be in this laptop?

Word for word.

Alex, I can see you are angry,
and I suggest you calm down.

[sirens wailing]
We can try and work out
what happened.

[tires screech]

You called the police?

Alex.

Alex!

[door unlocks]

[car horn honking]

[Lin] Is this an overreaction?

[Hugo] An overreaction?
[Lin] Yeah.

What are you talking about?
Pulling the plug.

I know Alex
is off the radar,
but VIXAL...

Lin, Lin. What the fuck
are you talking about?

Uh... Shit. Sorry, Hugo.
The position limit
has been removed,

risk is growing exponentially,
and Marieme's panicked.

She wants to pull
VIXAL offline.

Well, she can't.
Where is she?

In her office.
Pieter's there too.

Marieme's seeking approval
from the board. She's setting
up a conference call.

[whispers] Fuck.
I'm sick of that woman.

Amber, darling, I'm gonna be
upstairs with Marieme.

If Alex calls, you just come
straight in there. All right?

[softly] Ah, fucking Clouseau.

Inspector, um, we couldn't do
this another time, could we?

It's just that
I'm rather up against it today.

[Leclerc] Oh, yeah, yeah.
Of course, Mr. Quarry.

I will telephone the station
immediately

and ask them to put
the investigation on hold
for a moment while you...

unfrazzle yourself.

The Swiss discover sarcasm.

Tell Marieme that
if she does anything,
I'll rip her lungs out.

See you up there.

Obviously, I would never
actually carry out
the threat.

Ah. [chuckles]

[woman speaking indistinctly
in French]

[both speaking French]

[woman speaking French]

[in English] Have you seen
my laptop?

[people speaking indistinctly]

[Alex grunts, groans]

Give me that.

[people gasp, murmur]

[people clamouring in French]

[Leclerc] [in English] Do you
have any idea who might
want to destroy Dr. Hoffman?

I have no idea.

Alex makes a lot of money
for a lot of people.

They love him.

I... I understand
that you've worked with him
for eight years and...

How did you meet him?

I'd heard about some science
geek who worked at CERN

who had some interesting
theories on neural networks.

Ah. And you went to CERN.
Obviously.

But he'd already left by then.

Yeah. Because of the breakdown?

Wow, someone's
done their research.

Anyway, I turn up
at his apartment, uninvited.

I gave him the best pitch
I've ever given.

Still said no.
Said he didn't even know
what a hedge fund was.

But, um, making money
appealed to him?

He was...
Oh, God, no.

He's never been interested
in money.

But he needed money
to further his research.

That's how I got him.

[speaking French]

[in English] I mean, sorry.
Who works for who?

Excuse me?

Who's the boss?

We're partners, Inspector.

Oh.

But he didn't go on a mission
to find you.

What the hell
are you getting at exactly?

[hesitates]

It sounds to me like you are
very in need of him.

He's an investment, no?

[knocking on door]

Ah.
Has he arrived?

[Amber] No, but Marieme just
called. They are waiting
for you in her office.

All right, well, I'm afraid
I'll have to cut this short,
Inspector.

Ah. Excuse me.

[Alex] Wait!

[Alex groans]

[door closes]
[speaks French]

[straining, screaming]

[Leclerc]
Mr. Quarry. Mr. Quarry.

I'm sure you really need
to protect your investment.

And if he were, I don't know,
suffering another breakdown
or delusions,

or possibly becoming a danger
for himself or others,

you wouldn't want
the authorities to take away
that investment, would you?

That's an interesting theory,
Inspector.
I'm very happy for you.

But I genuinely have no idea
where Alex is,

and I literally have business
to attend to. All right?

Mr. Quarry.

You seem very agitated.

I think you know
you've lost control.

Amber, will you see
the Inspector out?

[speaking French]

[Amber] Inspector?

[mobile phone vibrating]
Inspector?

[Leclerc and officer
speaking French]

[line ringing]

Baby...
[Gabby] Where the hell
have you been?

I'm sorry. I, uh...

Hey, hey. Alex.

I don't wanna lose you.

You're not going to.

[Alex] Something's happened.

What's happened?
Alex, talk to me.

I've done something.

Gabby, listen. I need you
to book us a flight
to somewhere. I...

My credit cards have been
frozen. Can you do that?
Can you book us a flight?

Okay, just come here first,
and then we can talk about this.

Let's go to London.
Let's go tonight.

Tonight? What? No.

Please?

[sighs] Okay. Okay.

Please come home.

[Alex] What the hell?

Alex? Alex, are you there?

There's one more thing
I have to do. [sobs]

I'm sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.

I love you.

I love you too.

I gotta go.
Alex? Alex?

[door opens]

What the hell is going on?

Do you know where Alex is?

No. Next question.

Hugo, VIXAL has somehow
removed the safety limit.

That's impossible.

No, it's true.

I have never seen anything
like this in my life.

VIXAL is making extremely risky,
even reckless calls.

It's also removed the hedge.

What?
Yes, it's gone.

We've not merely abandoned
our long position
on S&P futures,

we are actually shorting
S&P futures.

We've increased our position
on VIX futures

to something approaching
$1 billion.

And we're buying
out-of-the-money puts
that are so extreme

that I just can't take
the responsibility.

We are having a major impact
on the global market.

This doesn't just affect us
anymore,

and that's why we have to
pull the plug.

Quiet, everyone.
Let's just shut up.

Let's not put on a show
for the fucking geeks out there.

My office.

[speaking French]

[knocking at door]
Oui?

Bon.

[driver, in English]
Here we are.
Hoffman Technologies.

[indistinct police radio
chatter]

No, keep going, keep going.
Take a right up here.

Fuck!

And Tropix Pharmaceuticals?
Does Alex know
something I don't?

Because we've taken a massive
chunk of a company that
yesterday meant nothing.

[softly] Jesus.

We're not pulling
anything Marieme.

It's our only option.
Override VIXAL and put
the hedge back in place.

Bypass VIXAL
without consulting Alex?

I would consult him.
He's not answering his phone.

This is just
breathtaking irresponsibility.

He knew we had a problem.
He knew we were meeting
this afternoon.

Hugo, I wouldn't say this
if it weren't
for the circumstances,

but I believe Alex may be having
some kind of nervous breakdown.

The signs are there.

Shut up, Lin.

Go right here.

Stop, slow down here.

[workers clamouring]
[Alex] What's going on here?

Laying cables.
Fiber optics.

For who?

This building.

Keep going, keep going, up here.
Keep going straight.

There's an underground
car park right up here.
Just go up to that.

We have to ask the board
for a vote of no confidence.

What? About Alex?

Now you listen to me, Marieme.

Any mention of Alex
being mentally unstable

to anyone outside this office,
and this company is finished.

If we don't take steps now

and face up to
what may be happening to Alex

and shut VIXAL down,

the company
is not only finished,
we could all end up in jail.

Well, I'm sure
you've covered your own arse.

If we don't override VIXAL
and put the hedge back on,

what are the brokers gonna say?

They won't allow us to trade
unhedged on our existing terms
of settlement.

So we may have to provide
additional security.

Numbers. How much?

Half a billion, I'd say.

Fine.

Each.

[softly] Fuck!

Okay, stop here. Thank you.

Keep the change.

[Hugo] What does the P&L
say now, Marieme?

Up 77.

Well, there you go.

And yet you're panicking

I can't see that a system
that has made $9 million

in the 10 minutes
I've spent with you idiots

can be called a failure,
can you?

It's purely theoretical profit.

It could be wiped out
the moment the market recovers.

And is the market recovering?

No. I accept that right now
the S&P 500 is falling.

Maybe VIXAL is a better judge
of the markets than we are.

But VIXAL is malfunctioning.

How? How exactly is it
malfunctioning?

It was right about Vista
Airways, wasn't it?

And now we're looking
at this situation with
Tropix Pharmaceuticals,

aren't we, Lin? [clapping]

Well, if there's an outbreak
and that vaccine works,

then we stand to make
a lot of money.

Then, at best,
it's completely immoral.

This is a hedge fund,
not a convent.

And at worst, it's bordering
on insider trading.

And blood on our hands.

[car alarm blaring]
[men speaking indistinctly]

Have they found Alex?
No. But the investors are here.

Put them in the boardroom.
I'll be up there in 10 minutes.

Well, seems we have
our investment,
and VIXAL is working.

This is wrong,
and I refuse to be a part of it.

Well then, Marieme,
I accept your resignation.

And I'd like to thank you
for your service.

Come on, Hugo.

If it's any consolation,
I was gonna fire you
next week anyway.

But thankfully,
with your resignation,

you forfeit all bonuses,
settlements, or claims

to anything other than
a fucking box with
which to pack your shit.

I want you gone
by the end of play today.

[telephone ringing]

What?

[grunting]

[straining]

[Hugo] Ladies and gentlemen,
what a pleasure
to see you all again.

Do you know
Tropix Pharmaceuticals
is going through the roof?

We all wanna be involved.

And we want nothing more
than to involve you, Bill.

Any signs of Alex?

[line rings, disconnects]

[keyboard clacking]

Our involvement
isn't contingent
on Dr. Hoffman being here.

'Course not, Elmira.

We're up nearly 100 million
for the day.

And all predictions point
towards that figure rising 50%

by the time the markets close.

[reporter on TV]
Breaking news coming in.
The W.H.O. has...

Still think I'm overreacting?

[reporter on TV] ...Ebola
outbreak in West Africa,

currently affecting
no-flight areas of...

Hugo, the World Health
Organisation has just announced

an Ebola outbreak in Guinea.

They're closing the borders.

So VIXAL works.
We're about to
make a fortune.

[TV reporter
speaking indistinctly]

...trying to curtail
the outbreak,
but numbers are high...

[reporter continues
indistinctly]

[line beeps]

[printer whirring]

[whimpers]

[TV reporter continues
indistinctly]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[thudding]
[Ezra] What is that?

Would you excuse me
for just a second?

[thudding continues]

I'm getting out of here.
Come on, let's go
check this out.

[grunts]

I'm being spied on!

I was right! I knew it!

He's got cameras on all of us!

Alex, do you maybe wanna
step down off the desk

so we can talk about this
in my office?

There'll be cameras
in every room.

He's working against us.
I was fucking right!

[yelling] Filming fucking
everything!

[Alex]
He's trying to destroy me.

[sighs] I was right.

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