All language subtitles for Hunted.S01E01.Mort.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD.5.1.H.265-SiGMA 英文

( theme music playing )

( man chanting
over loudspeaker )

( both panting )

( traffic,
man shouts )

( beeping )

( safe beeps )

( door closes )

( speaking French )

( dogs barking )

( speaking French )

No.

( both speak French )

( muffled voices )

( man yelling in French )

( silenced gunshot )

( shouting in French )

( siren wailing )

( brakes squeal )

- Saw you breathing.
- Did not.

Hurry up.

( speaking French )

( speaking French )

Let's go.

( speaking French )

( grunts )

Dr. Hill?

- Yes.
- I'm going to get
you out of here.

I know you're in pain,

but you have to move quickly
and do exactly what I say.

- You understand?
- Yes.

- Where are we going?
- Somewhere safe.

( speaking French )

Come on.

You're not
government, are you?
Who hired you?

Do you want to get
out of here or not?

( speaking French )

- ( cries out )
- ( grunts )

You're on time.

Well, I thought
I'd make the effort,

seeing as it's
a special occasion.

( brakes squeal )

How's that head?

Where are you taking me?
What's going on?

- Yeah.
- You need a rest, Doc.

( groans )

- You're good to go.
- See you at base.

Let's go.

( speaks French )

( brakes squeal )

( people chattering )

( gasps )

You shouldn't be here.

I missed you.

So how much longer
we gonna keep doing this?

We should go.

Keel's gonna catch
onto us sooner or later.

He might.

Let's leave on our own
terms while we still can.

What is it?

There's something
I have to tell you.

- Okay.
- Not now.

When?

Cafe Khalil, 4:00.
Don't be late.

- I won't.
- Right.

( clucking )

( sizzling,
spatula clinking )

( speaking Arabic )

( car approaches )

( truck doors open,
shut )

( speaking Arabic )

( chicken clucks )

( screaming )

( gunshot )

( chicken clucks )

( chicken clucks )

( chicken clucks )

( gun clicks )

( grunts )

( snaps )

( panting )

( speaks Spanish )

( breathing heavily )

( clock ticking faintly )

( dripping )

( gasping )

( panting )

Thanks.

( shop bell dings )

( baby coos )

( sighs )

( crows cawing )

( sizzling )

( clatters )

Aidan's voice:
Let's leave on our own terms
while we still can.

Sam's voice:
There's something
I have to tell you.

- Not now.
- When?

Sam's voice:
Cafe Khalil, 4:00.
Don't be late.

( gunshot echoes )

( sighs )

( fire crackling )

( soft thud )

Young Sam's voice:
Let's read it again.

Sam's mother:
This is the story
of the Snow Maiden.

Once upon a time
far away...

Young Sam:
He looks funny.

I did it!

Sam's mother:
Come on, in you get.

Young Sam:
Bye, house.

Sam's mother:
Stay nice and dry.

( loud creaking )

( gasping )

( panting )

( panting )

( wind whooshing )

I'll take it.

The very second
I open my eyes each morning,

I consider the infinite
variables of chaos

that can occur during
a working day

'cause I like to be
one step ahead.

Don't like to be
on the back foot.

Don't like it at all,
but I'm on the back foot now

because, of all the infinite
variables of chaos

that I've pondered
this morning, the one
that never crossed my mind

was that you'd be
standing in front of me.

An explanation
would be good.

I decided to retire.

That decision
is not yours to make.

Good thing I changed
my mind, then.

What's up?

- Sam?
- Deacon.

Thought you were dead.

Guess not.

You disappeared without
a trace for over a year.

I've had daily signals
placed in 24 newspapers
for the last six months.

I haven't been
reading the papers.

- Deacon: Where'd you go?
- Sightseeing.

- Sightseeing?
- Mmm.

I was tired.

I needed
a change of scenery.

I'd be happy
to take a polygraph.

You can beat a polygraph.

We need to know
where you've been, Sam.

I don't want to tell you.

If the question is whether
you can still trust me,
you can.

Do you expect to come
back to work?

I'm your best operative.

I put my neck
on the block for you.

I still have to
report up, you know.

I still have to deal
with the questions.

Did you think about that?

Did you think about
the chaos you've unleashed?

Do I get my job back?

There's the door.

We need her back.
You know that.

So does she.

( phone rings )

Yes?

Be here tomorrow 0800.

Well, well, look who dragged
their ass back in the door.

Hasan, good to see
you, too.

Nice boots.

Thanks.

Put your tongue
back in your head.

Sam, right?
Ian Fowkes.

Zoe:
Fowkes is ex-Special Forces.

He's new
to the private sector.

My first op, actually.

Really looking forward
to working with you.

Uh-huh.

( group laughs )

- Morning.
- All: Morning.

Keel:
Let's start.

Target is Jack Turner.
He worked on the docks--

Sorry I'm late.

You're back.

Looks like it.

I'd have brought a cake
if I'd known.

- Deacon: Zoe.
- Zoe: As I was saying,

Jack Turner,
he worked the docks
mid to late '70s.

Extortion, blackmail,
you name it.

After they shut down,
he went into property.

He made a killing
on the Docklands.

He obviously upset
a few people because in 1996

his eldest son John
was found murdered
and mutilated.

Jack played
the market shrewdly,
now runs his investments

out of a town house
off Regent's Park.

- Personal wealth in excess
of 300 million.
- Whew, blimey.

There are questions
regarding how Mr. Turner
accumulated his wealth.

Some of his business
associates have disappeared
or turned up dead.

Mr. Turner is currently
bidding to acquire
the Upper Khyber Dam.

It's a billion-pound
hydroelectric facility.

The Pakistani minister
for privatization

is auctioning it off
to the highest bidder

against fierce
political opposition.

There's a presidential
candidate, Fatima Zahir.

She's vowed
to block the sale

if she wins the election
next month.

A billion-pound utility
seems a bit out of
Mr. Turner's league.

He's staking his entire
fortune on it.

So he'll use
all his old tricks
to ensure he wins.

And our client wants
to ensure that he loses.

Yeah, but not until
we find out

what Mr. Turner's
game really is.

The agenda behind
the agenda.

What's our play?

- Sam will be the draw.
- And the target?

Stephen Turner,
Jack's surviving son.

Stephen's
public school educated,

he's a lawyer.

Widowed with
a young son Edward,

age 10.

They live in the Regent's
Park house with Jack.

What happened to the mother?

Suicide last year.

Deacon:
Jack Turner is controlling
and aggressive.

It won't be easy getting
to Stephen or giving him
a reason to trust you.

- I assume you have a plan.
- Study the files.

We have a lot of prep
and not a lot of time.

- Good job, Zoe.
- Thanks.

You good?

( door beeps )

What do you expect?
I'm a spy.

Nice place.

You've seen it.
You can go now.

I knew you'd come back, Sam.
You couldn't stay away

even if it meant they'd
try killing you again.

- How did you know anyone did?
- That cafe was a bloodbath.

- Is that what you told Keel?
- Keel doesn't know.

- Or at least
I didn't tell him.
- Why not?

I figured if you
didn't report in,

you must have
your reasons.

How did you know
I wasn't dead?

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

( shouts )

I saw your footprint.

Not a pulse in the place.

- Sam, what happened?
- I was set up.

By who?

( chuckles )

You think it was me.

No one else knew
where I'd be.

- Only you.
- Okay.

I can see that.
I might even think
the same thing.

Except that it's me
you're talking about, Sam.

Right, so someone else
found out where I'd be.

That's right.
They must have.

- How?
- I don't know.

Not a pulse in the place?

The bartender was alive
when I left.

Aidan:
Oh, he was most
definitely dead.

Someone was sent
to clean up.

Sort of thing
you're good at.

Okay, since you got it
all worked out,

let's say yes,
I did order a hit on you.

I couldn't go
the normal route of "it's not
working out between us,"

"we both want different things,"
"it's not you, it's me."

No, let's go for
assassination instead.

But why would I want
to kill my own child?

I knew what you wanted
to talk to me about, Sam.

I knew every tiny
little inch of you.

You think I hadn't noticed?

I knew.

Did--

did you--

That answer your question?

For God's sake, Sam,

you can't think
that this was down to me.

Why would I want
to do that to you?

We were in love.

We were.

So you want to find out who
tried to kill you and why

and you think
the best way of doing that

is to let them try again.

So you come back.

I mean, you had to
sooner or later.

But ask yourself this--

why won't you trust me?

Is it because
you don't love me anymore...

or is it because you're
afraid you still do?

( typing )

Recording:
You have one new message.

( beeps )

Woman's voice:
I'm here. You're late.

I'm here.
You're late.

I'm here. You're late.

I'm here.
You're late.

I'm here. You're late.

( water dripping )

( water dripping )

( patrons chatting )

( elevator dings )

Computer voice:
Doors closing.

( patrons chatting )

( phone dings )

( speaking Arabic )

( gunshot )

( echoing )
Sam, hide.
Get down.

Get off of me! Get off me.
I'm calling the police!

No! No!

( music playing
over earphones )

( faintly )
Eddie.

Eddie, stick with me.

( engine revs )

Eddie!

Edward!

- Eddie!
- Edward!

Hey! Hey!

- No!
- Dad!

( groans )

Eddie?

Eddie.
Eddie, are you okay?

Miss Kent.

You all right?
You okay?

You're okay.
All in one piece.

Granddad's little soldier,
aren't you?

Isn't he, yeah?
'Course you are.

'Course you are.
Now you go with Mrs. S.

She'll give you some ice cream.
Everything will be all right.

Granddad will sort it.
Good boy.

- What happened?
- Dad, it was quick.
It was so quick.

- It was professional.
- What did he look like?

I don't know.
He was Middle Eastern,
I think.

I don't know.
It was quick.

- Who's this?
- Dad, this is Alex Kent.

- She saved Eddie.
- Got any ID?

- For Christ's sake.
- ID.

Yes.

A Yank.
What are you,
a tourist?

- Not exactly.
- Man: Mr. Turner.

Be with you
in one sec, gents.
Thank you.

What, then?
Not a tourist,
what you are?

For a few months
looking for work.

Do you want to stop this?
She saved Eddie.

- Saved him.
- And we're very grateful.

Stephen, a word.

- I'm sorry, Miss Kent.
- Oh, it's okay, really.

No, it isn't.
Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Would you like me to make
a statement for the police?

- That won't be necessary,
Miss Kent.
- Okay.

You wanted to see me?

Crane tells me it all
went according to plan.

If you call terrifying
a 10-year-old boy a plan.

It's for the greater good.

Since when was one
of our clients interested
in the greater good?

You wanted to come back
and I took you on

despite the fact
that you lied to me.

And you're still
lying to me.

I've said
all I have to say.

I brought you
to this company.

- I gave you a career.
- And I'm not ungrateful.

You have a strange way of
expressing your gratitude.

Why did you want
to see me, Mr. Keel?

We have a breach.

Bit of a coincidence,
don't you think,

springing a leak
just as you come back?

Are you accusing me?

I don't make accusations
till I have the evidence

to back them up,
but when I have it,

I will be
remorseless, obviously.

You look drained.
It suits Alex Kent.

It doesn't suit
Sam Hunter.

When you're ready
to talk, I'm here.

( employees chattering )

Principal give you
a spanking?

- Keel never leaves marks.
- He just don't like secrets.

Unless, of course,
they're his.

So you're not gonna
tell him, but you're
gonna tell me, right?

Oh, you know me
better than that.

Are these the men you saw?

- That's them.
- Yeah.

These are Turner's partners.

From KPEK,
the Norwegian firm
that would manage the dam.

No surprise, then.

- Stephen call you yet?
- Not yet, but he will.

- Let me know when he does.
- ( phone rings )

Like I said.

Hello.

Oh hi, Alex.
It's Stephen.
Stephen Turner.

How's your little boy?

Eddie. Yeah, he's fine.
He's okay.

He's still a bit
shocked, actually.

A lot's happened
to him recently.

Um, I just wanted
to thank you again
for what you did.

Really, I don't know
how to repay you.

That's really not necessary.
Anyone would have
done the same.

Yeah, but they didn't.
You did.

I wondered if I could
meet you for a coffee

tomorrow if you've time.

Sure. My schedule's
wide open, actually.

Great.

Let's say the Boathouse,
Regent's Park, 3:00?

3:00.
I'll be there.

Game on.

- Mr. Turner?
- Oh, Stephen, please.

It's a remote control car.

I hope you don't mind,
but I saw Eddie lost
his yesterday.

Oh, wow.
Thank you.

That's very sweet of you.

He was asking
after you this morning.

He wanted to know
if you were all right.

That's so sweet.

- You tell him I'm fine.
- Hi, can I take your order?

Hi.
Tea, please.

English Breakfast
with milk.

I never really drank tea,
but I've been in London

three months now
and I can't live without it.

- You're from Indiana?
- That's right.

Bloomington.
I grew up there.

Right.

Who do you know
in London?

Uh, no one, really.

I wanted to make
a new start, I guess.

My life has taken a few
unexpected turns of late.

Yeah.

- I'm sorry.
- You're sorry?

I know about your car
crash last December.

How do you know
about that?

I know your husband
and daughter were killed.

- I'm sorry for your loss.
- Are you checking up on me?

I don't mean to scare you,
it's just...

our lives, mine, Eddie's,
they're not usual.

Everyone gets checked.
Everyone.

I didn't ask for this.

You came to London to leave
the past behind,

I understand that.
Really, I do.

I lost my wife.

I didn't lose her.

That's a stupid phrase.
She died.

I'd go somewhere.

You know, I'd go
anywhere different
with Eddie if I could.

Start again.

What you did was
so completely selfless.

And in my world,
no one's selfless.

I just want to help you.

Help me?

So he wants you
to move in?

When?

Now. At once.

His son missed
six months of school
and needs tutoring.

Alex Kent is an unemployed
third grade teacher

who loves children.
He thought he was doing
us both a favor.

But you declined
the offer?

I'm supposed to screw him,
not screw over his kid.

But we've been presented
with a better opportunity.

If I'm in that house,
my movements will
be restricted.

I'll be watched
every moment.

And you can watch them.
You can see and hear

everything that goes on
in that house.

More useful to us.
Deacon?

Aidan will be point.

Zoe will provide intel
and run surveillance
with Fowkes.

Good.

- By the way, no wires.
- Why not?

A Chinese agent posing
as an investor wore a wire

to a meeting with Jack Turner
two weeks ago.

A few days later, his body was
found floating in the Thames.

We'll get you out of there
as quickly as we can, Sam.

( siren wailing )

( young Sam screams )

Get off!

Get off!

Don't!

Let me out!
Let me out! Let me out!

I want another handler.

Well, good morning
to you, too.

Sorry, but you're
stuck with me.

Get on with it, then.

Dutch engineer
Horst Goebel,

he's arriving tonight
from City Airport
to meet the Turners.

What do we know
about him?

Appears to be
a bit of a cypher.

No photos,
just a brief bio online.

He specializes in
water contamination.

Do we know the nature
of Goebel's business
with Turner?

That's what we need
you to find out.

Engage him in conversation,

copy any documents
that he brings with him.

That's gonna be a little tough
with a 10-year-old on my arm.

Crane figured that.
Video eyes.

Plant them in the library.

Keel says there's a mole
on the team.

Who?

- He doesn't know.
- Then why did he tell you?

Did it occur to you
there is no mole?

That he's just
trying to rattle you

'cause he can't bear not
knowing where you've been?

So why tell me?

Because if you're
the mole, you'll run.

- ( door buzzes )
- ( speaking Dutch )

( door buzzes )

( door buzzes )

( screaming )

Dad?

Stephen:
Yeah? Ah, Miss Kent.

I'm so glad
you decided to come.

Hello, Eddie.

- Have you come
to stay for a bit?
- For a bit.

Your room's
on the second floor.
It's just across from Eddie's.

- Mrs. Sidwa will show you up.
- Perfect.

You wanted to see me?

What's the matter with you?
You lost your marbles?

Dad, if she hadn't
done what she did--

Drop her a couple of grand,
thank you very much,
end of story.

He asked after her, Dad.
He actually asked after her.

She's the first person
Eddie's shown any interest
in since Becky died.

A stranger in this house--

Bingham checked her out.

It'll be good for Eddie
having her here.

What do you know about
bringing up a kid?

- About as much as you.
- I did my best.

I'm gonna do better.

My firstborn is not
gonna end up gutted
with his dick cut off.

Just get rid of her, Stevie.

Not even biscuits.

And UHT.
I hate UHT.

It's got a chalky aftertaste.
Makes me gag.

Ultra-pasteurized.

Is it just me
that's bothered?

We could be here weeks
drinking this.

All of us getting that
chalky aftertaste.

- Shut up, Fowkes.
- The reason I left the forces

was so I didn't have to
keep drinking this shit.

I thought it was because
they threw you out.

Oh, yeah, bring that up,
why don't you?

That's very painful
to me, you know.

You're causing me pain.

- Why's Hasan on this?
- Keel wanted him.

- You trust him?
- Hell, I don't trust you.

- Hasan.
- ( sniffs )

Can I go and get
some proper milk?

No, nobody leaves
unless specifically ordered.

Fine.

So did you talk to her?

She tell you anything
about where she's been?

- Anything at all?
- Why would she talk to me?

You're a woman.
You tell each other things.

I'm a woman?

Shit, man, I wondered
what these were doing here.

- Funny.
- Mm-hmm.

( talking faintly )

So once around--
a thorough check.

I want you phoning in
no later than 4:00.

All right?

( door opens )

Sir, the KPEK documents
have just arrived.

- Your father would like you
to review them.
- Stephen: Okay.

And we're up.

- She's good, all right.
- Yup.

Goebel's arriving
on a Lufthansa flight
into City in 45 minutes.

All right, Hasan, I want
you to go to City Airport
and watch for Goebel.

- Why can't Fowkes go?
- 'Cause I'm ordering you.

How am I supposed
to recognize him?

I'll send you his SIM data.
Just track him when
he comes online.

Hasan, nip into a shop,
pick up a few things?

Good lad.

( phone ringing )

Yes?

That's right.

Where?

Who is this?

( knocks )

- Sir.
- What is it, Bingham?

I have some good news.

Shit. Scramblers are
killing the audio.

Something is going on.

You ready for bed?

Would you like me
to read you a story?

My mummy read
them all to me.

She's not alive anymore.

I know.
I'm sorry.

Dad says
you had a family.

I did.

They died, too.

They did.

You know, tomorrow
for your breakfast,

we have every cereal
and whatever's your favorite,
we probably have it.

And if we don't,
Mrs. Sidwa can go
get it for you.

I like most things.

But I'll tell you what.

I'll have the same
thing as you.

Okay.

See you tomorrow morning.

Good night, Eddie.

Sleep tight.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

( sighs )

Come on.

- Eddie sleeping?
- Yeah.

Good.
Thank you again.

Here's to you, Miss Kent.

Call me Alex.

Alex.

Mr. Turner, he's arrived.

Thank you.
Won't be a second.

Doctor, I'm so pleased
you could make it.

- How was your trip?
- It was fine, thank you.

Miss Kent,
this is Dr. Horst Goebel.

Miss Kent.

( theme music playing )