All language subtitles for HUMAN TARGET - S01 E11 - Victoria (1080p - BluRay)

How are you doing?

- It's no one.
- Forget it.

- They seem to have lost all interest.
- Can't say I blame them.

- Good to see you, old friend.
- Good to see you too.

You're Mark Wareham. You sit
on the board of her foundation.

Visiting before she heads off to
the museum for tonight's event.

- It's a 40-meter walk to the suite.
- Stairwell?

Twenty meters out, north facing.
You'll be searched in the foyer.

I have a spare weapon on my
left ankle, should it come to that.

Is there anyone on
her detail we can trust?

Not a soul.

- Thanks.
- Identification, please?

- Thank you, sir.
- Sure.

The last 48 hours have
been particularly harrowing...

so perhaps a modicum of
formality might help keep her relaxed.

Isn't it formality that's
got us in this mess?

Christopher Chance, I give
you Her Royal Highness...

Victoria, Princess of Wales.

Oh, please don't do that.

Oh, sure. Nice to meet you.

Has he been briefed?

In an hour and a half, your security
detail is gonna put you in a car...

bring you to a museum uptown...

to meet the queen, your husband,
Prince What's-His-Name and the gang.

38th and 1st, your motorcade
is gonna be obstructed.

The usual security protocol is to
go faster, maybe even turn around.

Anything to avoid
being boxed in.

But in this particular instance,
your detail has different orders.

They're there to serve you up.

So while you're stopped,
your men watching...

you'll be assassinated.

Luckily, Gerard got wind of the plot
while we still have time to do something.

- Lucky? Is that the word you'd use?
- Well, we're lowering the bar today.

We have the who, the what,
the where. All we need is a why.

Because I'm in love with a
man who isn't my husband.

That generally will do it.

Well, Victoria told Walter
she wanted a divorce.

But he's a proud man.

Facing international
embarrassment...

we feel he sought out a
sympathetic ear to help him avoid it.

Unfortunately,
the one he found...

belongs to a man of the
lowest moral character.

Templeton. He's special
envoy to the Crown.

The royal fixer, in other words.

Charged with keeping the family's dirty
laundry off the front page of The Sun.

I doubt he's convinced his
conspirators that removing the spoiled...

reckless heir from the equation
is what's best for everyone.

Being the black sheep in
this family must not be easy.

- What about the queen?
- Queen's been in transit from Sydney...

with my sister since
Gerard discovered the plot.

Templeton's rather adept at
keeping Her Majesty insulated...

if you know what I mean.

Tell me, do you think I'm crazy
for throwing away everything...

for a man I met
just a month ago?

- What's his name?
- Tony.

How do you know
you're in love with him?

Right answer.

So let's see if we can
get her out of this mess.

For a glimpse of Her Royal
Highness, Princess Victoria...

who's expected to meet the rest
of her family at the gala opening...

So you'll be with
her in the car.

From what I've learned of the
plot, the attack will occur here.

Then I take control of the
car, divert it to the safe house.

I'll have retrieved evidence
of the plot from my contact.

Evidence? What evidence?

Audiotapes of her head of security
and Templeton discussing the plot.

The tape is vital, and once I
have it, we'll take it to the queen...

cut Templeton off at the knees.

And what about Tony? I mean,
he's in as much danger as I am.

Tony's gonna be fine. I got
my best guys scooping him up.

You're gonna wanna
take a left in two blocks...

to get to the 59th
Street Bridge.

No.

Directions are now
being sent to your vehicle.

Left.

- Not gonna happen.
- Dude...

I don't do anything
until the lady tells me to.

In a quarter mile, turn
left onto 28th Street.

You trust the word of some
broad that lives in your Camaro?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Lived in this city for eight years, dude.
There's certain things you don't do here.

Like question a New Yorker
when he's giving you directions.

Don't use crosswalks.

Don't eat pizza with
a fork and a knife.

Yeah?

What's the holdup? I gave you
the address half an hour ago.

There's a disagreement over the best
way to get to where Tony's holed up.

Spare me the play-by-play.

Just find the guy and let me
know when you got him, okay?

Yeah.

Turn right up here.

In a quarter mile, turn right.

Good.

- She's still with the guests?
- Yes.

- Templeton.
- Nathan.

You should be informed that Gerard
and his guest are still with the princess.

- You checked the man's ID?
- I did, everything checked out.

- But you are suspicious nonetheless.
- I am.

There's no reason
to doubt your instinct.

We should move the timetable up.

Shouldn't you run
that by the prince?

I think the prince would
gladly delegate that decision.

- Are we clear, Nathan?
- Yes, sir.

- What is it?
- Construction is causing backups.

Nathan wants to get
ahead of the traffic.

Motorcade is preparing to leave.

- It's an hour early, I'm not ready yet.
- I'm sorry, Your Highness.

I'm afraid Templeton
insists on it.

Sir, if you could come
with me, I'll escort you out.

That won't be necessary, really.

No, it's no problem. I'll
just meet you downstairs.

We got less time
than we thought.

Open the door, please.

A lot less.

James, respond, please.

- Open the door.
- Nathan's getting impatient.

What do you think?
Is it big enough?

It'll have to do.

But...

Excuse me, where are you going?

They put scallions
in the princess's soup.

Get the lift for me.

I must have told them
three times she's allergic.

I am going to have a
private word with that chef.

Let him know he very nearly sent
the princess into anaphylactic shock.

Your Majesty?

James?

James.

James.

The cart. Comm to
lobby, stop Gerard.

I'm coming down there.

What's this about?

Get downstairs right now.

All stations lock down.
Sparrow is on the loose.

Gerard!

Be honest. How certain
were you that would work?

About 50-50.

How far up are they?

- About four or five floors.
- Okay.

- Gerard!
- Get down, get down.

Victoria, go with him.

- No, we're going to get you help.
- Get down.

Gerard.

- We need the evidence.
- Belfast.

- Remember the man we hunted together?
- Really?

He's here in New
York. MacGowan's Pub.

Go. You're clear.

It's been an honor,
Your Highness.

Go, go, go.

Tony Sorrento?

Are you Tony Sorrento?

Relax, I'm Winston. Gerard
sent us to pick you up.

Victoria's okay?

She will be. We're here
to make sure you are too.

I'll be fine. Nobody
knows I'm here.

Victoria's got low blood sugar. I
wanted to grab something just in case.

We're not gonna
meet her just yet.

Dude.

Get inside. Get inside.

I think they know
you're here, dude.

Stay here.

Listen, just head
downtown, will you?

Listen, guys like Gerard...

they don't mind taking a
bullet, not if it's the right person.

I know, I know. He took an oath.

He fulfilled his
duty to the Crown.

- Do me a favor, slump down, will you?
- Yeah.

I don't want
anyone spotting you.

- What is it?
- The princess is out of pocket.

- How long?
- Two minutes. We'll get her back.

But Gerard is dead along
with some of the detail.

That woman is next
in line to the throne...

and every day she finds a
new way to heap shame...

upon her family and our country.

Now she proposes
to add to that...

with an international scandal
to service a cheap fling.

She is a threat to everything
we swore to protect.

Can I count on you, Mr. Nathan?

Yes, sir.

Come here.

Check the call log.

Let's find out who
he's been talking to.

If traffic doesn't let up, we
have to get out and hoof it.

Where are we going
for this evidence?

Gerard said something
about a man from Belfast.

Yeah. Yeah.

- You know this person?
- Uh... I know of him.

Okay, trust me. Given
the events of today...

there isn't a name you could
offer me that would shock me.

Connor Dunham.

That's not funny.

Connor Dunham? Ex-IRA
enforcer? Sworn enemy of the Crown?

Gerard didn't know who he could
trust so he went to an outside party.

- Outside party?
- Kind of makes sense.

- He put a bounty on my head.
- Just a rumor.

On the front page of The Telegraph.
A hundred thousand pounds. I was 8.

Really?

Anyway, he and Gerard must have
come to some sort of understanding.

I think you're gonna be fine.

- Look at me.
- Who else am I gonna look at?

- Don't turn your head away.
- Why?

Come on, Your Highness.

Hurry, hurry.

Don't make eye contact.
We're going straight to the back.

Isn't this a bit extreme?

You got everybody in
this city looking for you.

I don't think you'll be able to go four
feet looking like the Princess of Wales.

Just so you know, someone gets paid
1500 pounds to give me a new hairstyle.

Let alone change
my whole wardrobe.

Well, I'm sure they're
much better at it than me.

I'm telling you he's gonna die.

- I'm an EMT, I can help him.
- Hey, hey, what's the matter with you?

That three feet of
garage is the kill zone.

- I can reach him. It'll take two seconds.
- Listen.

I'm gonna spoil the
ending of this adventure.

That shooter out there is a pro.

Two seconds is four
times longer than he needs.

The Princess of Wales hired
me to bring you back safely.

So hurt bad guy or no
hurt bad guy, stay here.

Hey, Kill Zone,
take a look at this.

That's clever. Take the last thing
that I said and turn it to my nickname.

That's clever.

- What do you think, rotor?
- Yeah, it's kind of corroded.

Maybe I clean that up,
we can get it started.

If we're in this car and it stalls
10 feet outside, we're sitting ducks.

We're already sitting ducks.

Tony!

Get out of there.

- Well, that was stupid.
- Don't do that again.

I'm sorry.

The bullet went through
the front of his vest.

Fortunately for you it didn't go
through the back. I'll stop the bleeding.

Yeah, now we're talking.

If I can get a bead on the
sniper, I can take a shot at him.

We just gotta draw him out.

I think I got an idea.

What exactly do
they call this look?

Our technical term would
be bridge and tunnel.

It's not gonna work.
You can still see my face.

Trust me. No one's
looking at your face.

Hey. Open up.

This ain't a motel.

You take it some place
else next time, will you?

- Yeah, won't happen again.
- I beg your pardon.

Come on.

I wasn't aware that fornicating
in convenience store bathrooms...

was common practice.

Welcome to New
York. Are you all right?

I'm mildly hypoglycemic
and the stress isn't helping.

- Why don't you tell me about Tony?
- Why?

He was volunteering at a blood
drive sponsored by one of my charities.

He offered to take my blood, not
knowing it was strictly forbidden.

My mother was horrified.

I did it anyway.

The thing you must understand...

about my marriage to Walter
is that it was negotiated.

In three years we've
been together...

we've never experienced
one true moment of happiness.

But people told me it made
sense, so I believed them.

Until Tony.

In 10 minutes, I knew
what I'd been missing.

I knew I could never go back.

Even if it meant turning
my world upside-down...

and having everyone I
know think that I was crazy.

Well, it's easy for them
to think you're crazy.

They've never had
what you and Tony have.

It sounds like perhaps you have.

Well, she must be
an amazing woman.

Yeah.

Your Highness.

I heard the news reporting
she was spotted on the street.

You told me your
men could handle this.

My men are not my concern.

You, on the other hand...

seem to have mistaken your
role in these things, Prince Walter.

If this turns sour, I won't be
the one twisting in the wind for it.

You remember my name,
and that you work for me.

I work for the Crown,
Your Highness.

I was here before you.

And if you do not pull yourself together,
I will be here long after you as well.

What is it?

We get to MacGowan's and
this will all be over very soon.

What can I get you?

Uh... A couple of pints?

Couple of pints it is then.

Say, I'm looking for a guy
named Connor Dunham.

- He's probably a regular.
- Connor comes by quite frequently.

He'll wanna know who's asking.

Well, just tell him it's
a friend of Gerard's.

- You might wanna say it's urgent.
- And how would Connor know him?

It's a funny story, actually.

- I love your earrings.
- Thanks.

Love your accent too.

How about that new Yankee
Stadium, you been there?

No. Not yet.

I'm more of a symphony person.

I love the symphony.

I'm getting the feeling that
whatever I say, you'll say you love it.

I love how you
put that just now.

Hey, buddy.

She's spoken for.

- Your makeover's done wonders.
- Look at you.

What do you think?

Get the back room ready.

Still no word from Tony?

No, not yet. But I'm
sure he's gonna be fine.

Whoa. Slow down, Your Highness.

I'm loose in New York
City dressed like a harlot...

the love of my life is
nowhere to be found.

And I'm seeking
the help of a man...

who spent the best part of
the '80s intent upon killing me.

Given all that, I feel
entitled to a drink.

Well, I can't argue with that.

This guy's good.

Still no sign of him.

So, what? Just waits
up there forever?

Until he calls in reinforcements to storm
the place. I imagine that's not far off.

All right, dude, gotta ask you.

You're an EMT, dude.

Median income at best.

You're not in a band,
yet you land a princess?

- How'd you open?
- Open?

Yeah, you know, with the
princess. How'd you open?

- I don't know, man, it's all a fog.
- All a fog?

Standing in front of me was the
most beautiful woman I'd ever seen...

talking with the sweetest
voice I'd ever heard.

Put her arm in my
hand and it feels like...

I don't know.

Blood rushing to my head,
making this rumbling sound.

- Have you had that happen to you...?
- All right, enough.

Not the answer
I was looking for.

Whoa, what's this?

That's interesting.
Look at this.

Industrial-strength anesthetic.

Why would he have a syringe if
he was just supposed to kill me?

He wasn't supposed to kill you.
Looks like the plan was to abduct you.

Abduct me? What the hell
would they want to abduct me for?

I look at Tony and he wants to
help a person in need, he does it.

It doesn't require three
years of committee hearings...

and a royal proclamation.

And all this because I
seek something more...

than a life spent riding mares,
attending dinner parties...

fencing lessons.

I ask you honestly.

On my death bed, how
likely is it I will close my eyes...

and go to my
final rest thinking:

"Thank God I made the time
to become a competent fencer."

Not very likely.

- Why don't you just leave?
- I'm sorry?

Well, you're not happy.
You don't really see the point.

Why don't you leave. Like,
what's-his-name? Edward something.

- You're talking abdication.
- Yeah, exactly.

I'm heir apparent to the throne.

Abdication requires
consent from parliament.

In all 16 commonwealths.

- There's Canada, Australia...
- Sixteen, take my word for it.

Besides, my mother
would never consent to it.

Nor will she ever
let me be with Tony.

Well, here's how I see things.

You strip away the
traditions and the titles...

and scheming
vengeful husbands...

what you're dealing with is a
typical mother-daughter situation.

I mean, unless Tony
has three arms...

I think your mother is
gonna come around.

It's important to you that
Tony and I get through this.

Hey, you.

You wanna see Connor? Follow me.

- So I guess you're Connor.
- Well, ain't you a good guesser.

- Where's Gerard?
- Gerard's dead.

Well, you're about to join him.

You know, Gerard hired me...

because he can't trust anyone
in that snake pit of a family.

And then you walk in
throwing his name around...

and I'm supposed
to swallow that?

Now, we got a name for
that back home, don't we?

- It's called a setup.
- This isn't a setup.

- We're friends of Gerard's.
- You better offer me some proof.

Gerard was more than a
friend. He was like a father to me.

The most decent man I've ever known.
The fact that he saw fit to trust you...

is the reason I haven't
taken that gun...

and emptied it into
your ruddy Irish face.

Well, that just about
says it, eh, Connor?

Good God.

- You're...
- Victoria.

The Princess of Wales?

I'll be damned.

Sorry for trying to
kill you all them years.

Apology accepted.

- You got it?
- We're good.

This better work, dude.

We've only got one
shot at drawing him out.

Hey, dude.

- Somebody else needs to drive.
- Cool.

There's a GPS under the dash,
input the address to where we're going.

Great.

You're stable. This
will help with the pain.

You might drift in and out,
but nothing to worry about.

I was only following orders.

I'm sorry.

Over there. In the back.

- What's that?
- This is my handwriting.

- I wrote these letters.
- To who?

To Victoria.

Why do these guys have them?

This here is the
key conversation.

I'll just pull it up.

Will divert Sparrow
en route to museum.

That's Nathan. Sparrow is
the detail's code name for me.

I'm concerned about the attack.

And that's Templeton.

- Why all the interference?
- It was windy last night.

I put it all through a noise filter.
This is the best we're gonna get.

Stalker is the
threat. Stalker...

- You have a stalker?
- Sure, several. Why?

Sounds like they're discussing
legitimate security concerns.

This is hardly proof of
a conspiracy. Is this all?

No, there's more. This is
all I had time to process.

- How much more?
- About two hours.

I've only been able to put about
30 minutes through the filter.

I warned Gerard
this would take time.

Well, time is something
we're kind of short on right now.

Are you in there, Connor?

Yeah, Francis. Give
us a tick, will you?

Something wrong?

Two knocks. Trouble.

And Francis has our guns.

Come on, Connor, open up.

Bust it in.

Top of the morning.

Well, there goes our evidence.

Can't you read? Employees only.

Winston, tell me some good news.

We got Tony. Headed
back to the city.

- How are things on your end?
- Tony's okay.

Gerard's dead.

All that's left of his evidence
is one tape. It's sketchy.

And you don't think
it's good enough?

We got something here, I'm not
quite sure what to make of it yet.

One of our bad guys had a bunch
of letters Tony wrote to the princess.

- They planted them in his ambulance.
- Love letters?

Oh, yeah.

They just weren't gonna kill Tony.
They were gonna use him as a patsy.

They grab him just before the
princess leaves for the museum.

Use his ambulance
to block the motorcade.

Once stopped, he'd
lure her out of the car...

out from behind
the bulletproof glass.

No, just let her go!
No, get in the car!

It explains why they wanted Tony alive.
Plant the murder weapon in his hand.

All these love letters in the
ambulance make him look like a stalker.

Everything's all wrapped
up in a bow for the front page.

We need those letters to
corroborate Gerard's tape.

Separately, they're nothing, but
together they link Templeton to the plot.

You hear that? You
should be on your way.

- Know what I'm thinking?
- We gotta get to the queen.

We all need to get
to the queen, together.

- We're on our way.
- All right.

We're gonna make
a visit to the museum.

But how will we get in?
Templeton will have guards.

We won't go in the front
door. Connor, thanks.

Sorry about the mess.

I've seen worse.

I told you not to look down.

I made it abundantly clear to
you how I feel about heights.

This is barely 20 feet. It
hardly qualifies as heights.

And even if you did fall, you'd probably
break something, but you wouldn't die.

One of my men informed me the silent
alarm in the east wing has been tripped.

Ah. The princess is here.
She's trying to get to her mother.

Have the motorcade brought.

I'm going to have the queen
removed from the premises.

I'll have my men secure the area.
The princess will not leave here alive.

Good.

There. Wasn't so bad, was it?

Honored you could make it.

Let's be civilized about
this, shall we? Gents.

You feeling better about
those fencing lessons?

- Where's your mother?
- There.

I've gotten word from the N.Y.P.D.
There's a threat against the queen.

I need her out of
this building right now.

Excuse me, Your
Majesty. This way, please.

- Mother.
- This way.

- Mother.
- She's your wife, get her under control.

- Mother.
- Wait.

Victoria, what in God's...?

Tony, what the hell
are you doing? Hold on.

- Tony.
- You're killing me, you know that?

- Stop. Stop.
- Mother.

Victoria. What is
the meaning of this?

Mother, this is Tony.
He's... I can see.

Walter tried to kill me
for it. Templeton too.

And we have
evidence to prove it.

Things are not as they
seem, Your Majesty.

All part of your duty
to protect the Crown?

Always.

She's my daughter.

So you intend to marry this man?

If he'll have me.

Then I can also assume you plan
to abdicate your claim to the throne?

Not without a fight, I won't.

Ah.

Well, then this is a much longer
conversation for another time.

Victoria, who's this?

Christopher Chance,
Her Majesty, the queen.

Thank you, Mr. Chance.

Vast crowds await the
arrival of the princess...

both inside and
outside of the hall.

A romance that
played out both...

Maybe he's got family money.

Let it go, man.

Things like this don't just
happen, dude. It ain't natural.

Why do you even care?

She's got like four castles,
dude. Not four homes, four castles.

One of them sits on like 50,000
acres, and that's the summer house.

They don't belong to her,
they belong to the queen.

But when the old lady
kicks it, it all goes to Victoria.

And Prince Tony.

Did you ever stop to think that
maybe, just maybe, she fell for this guy...

because he saves
people for a living?

Because he throws himself out
there to help people who are in need?

I bet he is in a band.

You're a hot mess.

It's not like I never had
my shot with royalty.

A stripper wearing a tiara
does not constitute royalty.

I'm not talking about her, dude.

- I'm talking about Ruki.
- Ruki?

Third daughter to a
Masai warrior chief.

She dug me.

Timing didn't quite work out.

I'm just saying, I know
what I'm talking about here.

Okay.

- What, you don't believe me?
- Not even a bit.

Ask Chance. He
was there, he'll vouch.

All right. Fair enough.

When Chance comes
back from the wedding...

I'll ask him if you, in fact...

had the opportunity to marry
into an African bush monarchy.

- Back from the wedding?
- Yeah.

- He's not at the wedding.
- What do you mean?

I saw him get the plane
ticket and invitation.

Yeah, he's at the wedding.
What do you mean?

He's not at the wedding.

Well, where the hell is he?

Shouldn't you be
getting married right now?

I'm told it is a breach of protocol
for them to begin without me.

- Did you not get my invitation?
- Well, I'm not a big fan of weddings.

I can tell by the roar of the
crowd that you're still a royal.

Well, Mother's
warming to the idea.

You were right. I
got my happy ending.

Well, you had a 50-50
chance. I was rooting for you.

You know, you never
told me her name.

The woman who turned
your world upside-down.

Her name was Katherine.

Would you tell me
what happened to her?

Enjoy your wedding
day, Your Highness.