All language subtitles for West.Of.Liberty.S01E01.1080p.PCOK.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb.EN

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SILENCED WEAPON FIRING]

FAYE: Three US citizens were
murdered in Marrakesh.

Last night, an English speaking
female

calls the embassy switchboard.

FAYE (ON RECORDING): It's about
the Americans

that were killed in Marrakesh.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

FAYE (ON RECORDING): Well, hi,
Linda, it's-- it's me.

I need your help.

The woman is alive.

She's back in Germany.

Many have been speculating as
to this young girl's

whereabouts, but I've been
speaking to the experts about

where he might be hiding, and
who might be hiding her.

She's their fucking legal
advisor.

So what's gig?

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Pick up
[INAUDIBLE]..

Nothing out of the ordinary.

I'm, uh, concerned.

Lock yourself in, now!

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Faye.

Faye!

Faye!

Let's go.

Let's go, go.

Go!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Get in the car.

FAYE: Who was that guy?

What did he want?

Shut up!

What did you do?

Just give me a minute!

[WEST OF LIBERTY THEME]

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

Oh God.

[DOG BARKING]

She went to work?

Hi, Liz.

LIZ: [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

What did you say?

Your girlfriend.

Um, thank you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Faye?

LINDA (ON VOICEMAIL RECORDING):
[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[PHONE BEEPING]

FAYE (ON RECORDING): Well, hi,
Linda, it's-- it's me.

Where are you?

Listen, I'm-- I'm at your place.

Something's went wrong, like
really wrong.

I need your help.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

FAYE: Did you just kill
somebody?

[STRESSED BREATHING]

The world is still turning.

[CAR DOOR BEEPING]

FAYE: What is this place?

Used to be a strategic location
for Soviet forces

in East Germany.

So this, um, consulting
business, were you an agent?

Come on, for the Stasi?

Counterintelligence.

FAYE: For the CIA as well?

For the CIA as well.

You should quit that.

It's not good for your skin.

What?

[SIGHS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I got your message.

What happened?

We've been followed.

Things got a little out of hand.

Where and how?

Isolated rest stop.

No firearms, no cameras, no
witnesses.

Good.

You need to change.

Did you find anything on him?

CLIVE: We're working on it.

Now, what does she want?

I don't know.

By the way, she's Hydraleaks
Legal Advisor.

Ms. Morris, I'm Clive Barner.

So tell us how we can help you,
Ms. Morris.

We were meeting someone from
the Marine Corps

Intelligence Activity to help us
get immunity from prosecution.

In exchange for?

FAYE: Some data.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

You and your colleagues wanted
to leave Hydraleaks?

Were you supposed to be among
the victims?

Was it Gell who ordered the
hits, because I really

don't see who else it could be?

Your guys, of course.

[SCOFFS] You can't seriously
think we'd do something

like that, Ms. Morris?

I want full immunity so I can
go back home.

A clean slate.

Free.

[INHALES DEEPLY] For the sake
of argument,

if I could arrange this, what
would you offer us in return?

The document I told you about.

A list.

A list of what exactly.

The names of everyone who's
ever leaked information to us.

All our sources.

The list of traitors.

[INHALES DEEPLY] Well,
unfortunately, I

have to get to a meeting Ms. M.
We'll

pick this up at a later date.

Hey, wait!

Saved the best for last.

I'm all ears.

The US Ambassador--

CLIVE: Ron Harriman.

Is on the list.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[INHALES DEEPLY] I need proof
this list exists.

Enjoy your tea, Ms. Morris.

She thinks I've got her now.

So what am I supposed to do
with her?

Take her to your place.

No.

Look, I don't even want to live
there.

You know, you two make a great
couple.

Well then, I want extra money.

Oh, so what else is new?

Listen, I'll send one of my guys
over.

I don't know, I've got to get to
Copenhagen.

This more abroad is overrated.

Double.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Anything else you didn't tell my
boss?

FAYE: What do you want to know?

Where do you keep the list?

How did you really manage to
survive

down at Marrakesh, et cetera?

You were planning to bring me
the ambassador, right?

Make him arrange immunity from
prosecution,

but now you realize my boss can
do more for you.

And Gell?

FAYE: What about him?

I'm asking you.

[EXHALES]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Come in.

Don't mind the guard.

He's here for your protection.

Want one?

I don't drink.

Mm-hmm.

How long do I have to stay
here?

LUDWIG: I hope not too long.

The washer's broke.

Put some pants on.

Excuse me?

[SIGHS]

[SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE]

Listen, I know you killed that
guy.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Could you tell me who he was?

Come on, I need to know.

Tell me!

I don't fucking know!

You're the one who claims that
people are after you.

FAYE: Hello?

Are you leaving?

I need to go to work.

I thought I was work.

You?

You're just some cash on the
side.

I run a bar, uh, a restaurant.

You don't look like someone who
runs a restaurant.

No?

FAYE: No.

So what do I look like?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

The guy at the door is not
leaving.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUFFLED RADIO COMMUNICATIONS]

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

So naturally, that's when I
said,

end of the postwar consensus?

What postwar consensus?

[LAUGHTER]

Yeah, well.

Uh, Fran?

That's one of those things--

excuse me.

Uh, so.

Clive.

Had a good trip?

I've been noticing some heavy
network

activity from your people.

Anything I need to know?

Not really, no.

We've been, uh, doing some
routine background checks,

that's all.

You know how it is these days,
lots

of smoke, precious few fires.

Uh-huh.

What's, uh, Operation CO?

We've been trying to access some
files, but they're restricted.

Ring any bells?

Operation CO?

No, never heard of it, although
files are usually

restricted for a reason.

My best advice when it comes to
dead ends

is turn around and double back.

Further you go, the tighter it
gets.

Well, I must be lucky then.

I usually find a side street.

No more side streets, Clive.

Stick to the freeway.

Besides, as I mentioned earlier,
you've

served your country well.

Now hold on a second.

Come the spring, you'll finally
be on your way

back home.

Try and look forward to it.

This is for your own sake.

Spring, like spring in a few
months.

Just enjoy your time.

Wind things down quietly.

Wind things down?

I'm going to have to fight you
on this, Fran.

I really wouldn't advise that
Clive.

Ah.

Madam.

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SOBBING]

[DOG BARKING]

[JACKHAMMER HAMMERING]

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

FAYE: [SIGHS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[CHUCKLES]

[GRUNTS]

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah?

Who?

Oh, Otto Mlopic, yeah, yeah.

MAN (ON PHONE): Yeah.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

OK.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Shit.

Yeah?

Yeah, the guy from the rest
stop, Mlopic.

LUDWIG (ON PHONE): Yeah?

Where are you?

I'm in my bar.

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Where the hell
is Faye?

Your guy's watching her.

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Oh, yeah,
right.

So what about the guy at the
rest stop?

Did you find anything out yet?

Not much.

German resident.

The past five years, Russian
citizen, Moldovan family.

Moldovan?

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Yeah, works
part time as a bouncer

at a strip club on Jorgstrasse.

That's owned by, uh, what's his
name, Pavel Mink.

[MUMBLES TO HIMSELF]

CLIVE (ON PHONE): You still
there?

Yeah.

Is that someone you know?

LUDWIG (ON PHONE): No, no, no,
must be--

must be some freelancer.

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Uh, got
anything from Morris?

No, not yet.

[EXHALES] I thought she might
open

up in a more homey environment.

CLIVE (ON PHONE): Homey?

You've never been to my place.

OK, listen, there will be riots
and shit if you ever get

your hands on the missing girl.

Lock him up.

For the liberal crowd, the man's
a hero.

LINDA: I'm looking for my
friend.

Have you seen her?

I think she might have come by
here.

BARTENDER: No, never seen her.

OK, are you completely sure?

Too bad you missed my boss, he
never forgets a face.

OK, but that's good.

Where can I find him?

[SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

FAYE: Hmm.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

LUDWIG: Where's Pavel?

Pavel?

[DOGS BARKING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Sorry, um, wrong apartment.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

He has company.

Come.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

PAVEL: Ludwig, my dear friend.

LUDWIG: Hmm?

Sit, sit.

So nice of you to stop by.

I really appreciate it.

Repaid in full with interest.

There is a place across the
river.

The place has always been dead.

Nowadays, heh, many see it as an
independent country.

I'm not sure I follow.

Transnistria.

Yeah, for the last three years,
my friend,

we Moldavians was allowed to
control this territory.

Now, the Russians are back in,
hmm?

The imperialists don't deny
themselves.

There is 515,000 Transnistrian
up until yesterday, Ludwig.

Now there is one less.

I don't know what you talking
about?

No, no, no, no, no.

I have no problem with you
reducing

the Transnistrian population.

In fact, feel free to reduce it
even further.

Hmm?

But now we are talking about the
consequences

of lacking this particular
Transnistrian here.

This one happens to owe me
money, $20,000 euro.

So if this envelope doesn't hold
$35,000 euros,

you'll see Lord Poppa.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I owe you shit.

Your dog attacked me.

It was self defense.

What the fuck was I supposed to
do?

Ludwig, I'm getting very
impatient with you.

Now, take your fucking envelope,
and get the fuck out of here.

[SIGHS]

[LIGHT THUMPING]

[ROCKS HITTING WINDOW]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

LINDA: Faye, what are you doing
here, Faye?

Why is your guy outside your
door with the fucking gun?

[SHUSHES]

OK, I'm going to call the
police.

FAYE: No!

Can't call the police.

No calls, OK?

But you asked for my help,
Faye.

Would you just go home, OK?

Please.

Stay out of it.

Promise.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MARTHA: Clive.

Clive?

[DOOR SCREECHING]

[EXHALES] I thought you were
staying overnight.

Changed my mind.

Well, I was surprised.

I thought it might be a burglar.

CLIVE: Well, sorry.

I, uh, I should have called.

I might've shot you by mistake.

Good riddance.

[SNICKERS] Good night.

FAYE: So, Walter Licht, is that
your brother?

No, he's too young.

Must be some other--

He is my son.

Your son?

Does he live in Berlin?

[SIGHS]

I guess not.

He lives in Sweden.

FAYE: Sweden?

How come?

LUDWIG: He and his wife moved to
the countryside

to live an alternative
lifestyle.

Another tweet about it ever damn
day.

So you were married?

Yes, I was married.

Who was she?

LUDWIG: Seriously?

OK.

She was an active part of the
Christian resistance

against the communists.

Then the wall came down, and--

and our divorce followed pretty
soon.

I couldn't tell her I was also
working

to bring down the system.

You know, half of all the shit
they

shoved down our throats back
then was actually quite true.

About the West I mean.

What are you trying to say?

I know what it's like to
despise a system.

To want it gone.

But you picked the wrong system
to fight.

It may feel empty, but what we
have now

is about as good as it gets.

Empty.

It's not the emptiness that
bothers me.

It's the crimes.

LUDWIG: [CHUCKLES] You guys, you
guys

make a religion out of human
rights, when they just fear it.

Human rights are not a
religion.

They're laws.

All I expect is adherence to
applicable law,

not some kind of utopia.

Tell that to your boss.

So you really don't give a damn
about changing

anything anymore?

Not really.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[ANSWERING RECORDING BEEP]

MAN (ON PHONE): Hello?

Hello-- [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

MAN (ON PHONE): [NON-ENGLISH
SPEECH]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

MAN (ON PHONE): [NON-ENGLISH
SPEECH]

Good.

[CLEARS THROAT] [NON-ENGLISH
SPEECH]

MAN (ON PHONE): Here?

Yeah.

MAN (ON PHONE): [NON-ENGLISH
SPEECH]

[DISCONNECT TONE]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

CLIVE: See anything you fancy?

Um, black coffee, please.

Oh, and a slice of that amazing
marzipan cream pie.

Clive, I'm having breakfast
with the Austrian dig--

I know, uh, it's canceled.

I called your secretary.

OK.

CLIVE: Uh, so how's things with
Liz?

Coping with exile?

Well, it's not forever but it
goes home in the hand.

So people say.

Speaking of which, so how's it
looking

for you back in Pennsylvania?

I mean, I assume you're aiming
at the next election cycle.

Well, there's nothing.

I don't know what you've heard,
but there's nothing definite.

Nothing whatsoever.

CLIVE: Oh, there's an
exploratory committee all up

and running, and from what I've
heard,

they're already cashing
significant checks.

And what business is that of
yours?

CLIVE: [EXHALES] I'm of a
curious nature.

It sort of comes with the
territory.

Well, so what?

You think I'm going to spend the
rest of my days

rotting away here?

I'm sure it'll be a walk in the
park for you, Ron.

I mean, you've got charm.

The voters will like you.

That's if you're prepared to
change nearly all

of your positions, and I'm sure
you will.

Did you join the NRA yet?

[CHUCKLES]

So it would be disappointing if
your plans

were to become jeopardized?

If it became known that you've
been

having conversations with people
that you shouldn't have.

What're you talking about?

Oh, I think you know, Ron.

Clive, do you seriously have
nothing

better to do than to spy on me?

CLIVE: Hm, well, luckily the
taxpayers

keep people like me around to
keep

our enemies in check while
you're on the cocktail circuit.

Ah.

Put it on his tab.

Well, now it's finally time to
ask yourself,

what you can do for your goddamn
country?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I really don't know what you're
talking about, Clive?

CLIVE: Really.

Lucien Gell has been putting
American lives

at risk all over the planet with
his treacherous actions.

RON: Damn right.

Mm, and you've been helping
him.

And there is a list.

A list?

CLIVE: Of names.

I don't follow.

CLIVE: Names of people who've
been leaking to him.

And you're on the list.

RON: I am?

Now the probable overwhelmingly
negative outcome

of this should be obvious.

But, hey, Ron, we can fix it.

I realize that it probably just
happened as shit tends to do.

Now let's see if we can find a
way for you

to show me that you're back on
track again.

[HAPPY GRUNTING]

When can I speak to your boss?

[SIGHS] Good morning to you
too.

What time is it?

I don't know since I have
neither a phone nor a watch.

[MUFFLED CHATTER FROM A NEARBY
ROOM]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

Do you have anything more to
tell him?

FAYE: [SIGHS]

LUDWIG: [INAUDIBLE]

Oh, my god.

I've forgotten what an
apparatchik you are.

LUDWIG: [INAUDIBLE]

Yeah, fuck you too.

LUDWIG: Well, whatever.

You need to give my boss the
list.

What I need is to be careful.

What happens if it ends up in
the wrong hands?

FAYE: [SCOFFS] The wrong hands?

I'm sorry, but I can't think of
any

hands dirtier than the CIA's.

I don't think you understand
the damage

you're about to cause.

[PHONE VIBRATING]

There was a time when I could
have been on a list like that.

Yeah?

CLIVE (ON PHONE): How about a
little fishing trip?

Sure, but the meter's running,
just to be clear.

CLIVE (ON PHONE): No problem.

We're cooking with gas now.

Harriman talked.

We now know how he delivers
reports.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

He leaves a message on Facebook.

Then waits for a courier to show
up at the Perestroika Cafe.

What a fucking joke.

The courier usually shows up
about 10 minutes after.

[GRUNTING AND POUNDING OUTSIDE]

[GUNFIRE]

Ludwig!

Ludwig!

Cough up my money.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

PAVEL'S HENCHMAN: [NON-ENGLISH
SPEECH]

PAVEL: Ludwig!

Ludwig!

Fucking asshole.

PAVEL'S HENCHMAN: [NON-ENGLISH
SPEECH]

PAVEL: [NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

Ludwig!

Ludwig!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

PAVEL'S HENCHMAN: [NON-ENGLISH
SPEECH]

Ludwig!

[MUFFLED ANNOUNCER]

[CAR HORN BLOWING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

JACK: It's on.

[DOOR CLOSING]

[DOOR CREAKING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Linda?