All language subtitles for The Veil - 01x06 - The Cottage.DSNP.FLUX.English.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

You know, Yasmina's never been
inside a place like this?

The man who owns it must be very rich.

Michael?
He was my father's friend.

Was that all he was to you?

Fuck!

Okay, I know this apartment is bugged.

The target is gone.

Here's the detonator and the chip.

Everything was delivered as promised.

If I do this...

I will still help you.

But you have to prove your loyalty.

She has to be killed.

Cesar has intercepted an email
from the Americans to Langley

about a high-level
emergency meeting today.

I would like to suggest
a course of action.

We kidnap the target's daughter

and use her as leverage to apprehend
and interrogate the target.

I can get you and Yasmina to England.

You have to travel separately,
and we have to go now.

I got a call from the surveillance team
around the girl.

They had them pinned in the apartment,

but they've heard no movement
or conversation inside for two hours.

It's evident that
they've been extracted.

You realize
I'm the only person in the world

who knows where your child is?

You can't see her until you give me
the name and location of that ship.

The reason you are with me
is because we are the same.

Because if killing thousands of people
helped bring your father back,

or your baby,

then you might think of doing
exactly the same thing.

And that scares you to death.

I know what you were gonna do today,

and I know you did not want to kill me.

So I'm going to choose to believe
that you are not a monster,

and that you are a human being,
and you're gonna do the right thing,

and you're gonna choose
whether or not to get in that car.

So, what's it gonna be?

I've always wanted to do this.

This is far as I can get ya.

You are gonna give me
what you promised me, ain't ya?

Sorry, that was a lie.

Eh?

Do you know where you're going?

Of course. This is England. I'm home.

The driver will wake soon.
He'll report this truck stolen.

We need to ditch it
and steal a car or hitch a ride.

The nearest town is Canterbury.

Fuck.

Shit. Quick, stand under here.

Okay. We need to split up.

Go to the cathedral.
Meet me in the cloisters.

- What cathedral?
- Just ask someone for the cathedral.

Walk, don't run. Go.

We've located them.

51.2662 degrees North,
1.0866 degrees East.

Ouais.

Shit! The helicopter has lost visuals.

Tell MI5 in London we need
surveillance cameras from Canterbury.

Understood.

Live surveillance footage
coming online now.

England is
the most surveilled country on earth.

One camera for every twenty citizens.
Poor bastards.

We have put the suspect's
recent facial recognition data

into the filter.

Facial recognition is horse shit,
we have something better.

Canterbury right now. Find Imogen.

How do you know she's there?

An English truck driver
crossing to Dover from Calais

said his truck was stolen by two women
who match their description.

We tracked it. They were seen.

Twelve! Twelve!

Eleven!

- Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
- I'm so sorry.

- No need to apologize.
- All right.

Do you mind if I borrow your cell phone?
Mine doesn't work here.

Uh.

Sure.

Thank you so much.

- I'll just be a sec.
- Okay.

Hi. It's me.

Look at this.

We got Frick and Frack on it.

Lucky us.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Dude, shut the fuck up. All right?
Just shut the fuck up.

Make me.

Eat a bag of French dicks.

- You first.
- No, no. You first.

- Stop this.
- Please. Please.

- No, no. Please, you.
- Hey, keep your distance.

You fucking keep your distance.

That's fucking enough.

Seriously?! Someone separate them.

Don't you fucking ever
fucking touch me.

I'm good. I'm good. I'm good.

Come on. Come on.

Where are you?

I know you're here.

Ah. That one will do.

There's something about this place.

I feel like I can shed the weight
of the world and simply be with God.

Sorry.

Am I bothering you?

Not at all.

I feel exactly the same way.

The Brits should be putting
roadblocks all over that fucking town.

They are. Give them a fucking minute.

Oh, really? Where? Show me one fuck...

Just look at the fucking screen, okay?

So sad.

She's so traumatized
by everything she's been through.

This back of a truck.

Just awful suggestions in the dark.

I bought her tea,
but she could barely swallow.

They come to Dover like that.

Those awful people, they just dump them.

She was beaten by soldiers.

She has a small child.

They've separated them.

She's so traumatized
by everything she's been through.

She hardly speaks any English,
but she says she has someone in London.

If I had a car, I would...

You would what?

I would do God's work.

You know,

I drove here all the way from Guildford
to ask the Lord a question.

Now that my husband is dead,
what is my purpose?

I believe you just gave me the answer.

Your husband would be really proud
of what we did today.

- God bless you.
- God bless you.

Okay.

Okay, I understand. Thank you.

Okay.

The British have confirmed there is no
evidence of the targets for three hours.

We have no idea
where the hell they are.

They are reopening the bus
and train stations.

I can't just sit here.

We got 48 hours to get the name
of that ship.

I'm getting on the
next flight to London.

Fuck this. Your city sucks.

Your intelligence services
are 20 years out of date.

I like your food.

- I'll find her.
- Mmm.

As soon as I punch my number
into this ATM,

alarm bells will ring all over
the world, and they'll come for us.

So why are you doing it?

I chose this ATM
between two rail stations.

They'll either think we're getting
a train north or a train west,

and they'll close those stations first.

They'll expend a lot of time and energy
closing every provincial station

on both lines, 736 of them.

- We'll be elsewhere.
- Where?

As soon as I do it,
we have to go fast and stay together.

It's either a really good idea
or a really shit one.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Go.

Alright, here we go.

Hello.

Super, thanks.

Hello, airport, fast as you can.

Welcome to the deep state.
We're going to Michael's.

Welcome home, miss. It's been too long.

Always a pleasure, Patrick.

Michael was MI6 before
he went into even deeper cover.

He's the kind of spy that only a handful
of high-level operatives know about.

He conducts non-attributable operations,
off-the-books.

And he's rich.

English rich.

Land, respect, a name that came to
England with the French invasion in 1066.

And now he will hide us?

And help us.

His special skill is inventing
new identities for people.

So I told him I had a friend
who needs to be reinvented

so she can start a new life.

He said, "Come, come, come."

Like a game had begun.

He used to quote Hamlet.

"God hath given you one face,
and you maketh yourself another."

And another.

And another.

I swear to God, I
cannot get free of you.

You're my fucking shadow.

How did you know about this place?

MI6 gave me full access
and permission to break in,

which I'm guessing you don't have.

No, I don't have
permission. I have a key.

Oh, look at you. Did you find anything?

Where are you going?

I know she still has possession
of the target.

And I have another idea
where she might be.

You're going to follow me, aren't you?

No offense, but you and your girlfriend,
you can't handle this on your own.

Now, just tell me where it is.
I'll get a full team there.

Aerial, ground, whatever it takes
to apprehend the target unharmed.

When are you going to stop
underestimating her?

If Imogen is there, she's very
close to making her plan work.

You do it American-style, she will run.

I'm going there to back her up.

The only way you can come
is if that's your plan too.

All right.

But you gotta drive.

They drive on the wrong side
of the road here. Messed me up.

Hello, darling.

Hi.

My goodness.

You look perfectly frightful.

I suppose you better come in.

And you don't have to worry.

Aside from Patrick,
I sent all the other staff away.

Um, I'm gonna have a Scotch.
Would you like one?

Yes, please.

And you?

No.

Now, as I understand it,

you are the two most wanted human beings

in this whole hilarious world right now.

And it seems that not only the CIA,

but all of the major agencies
are looking for you.

And the use of lethal force
has been deemed acceptable

in pursuit of you.

But you, on the other hand,
must be captured alive,

or else untold damage befalls the West.

Crikey. Hmm.

It appears that, in
your inimitable style,

that you have made some sort
of arrangement with her

to get the information
that they so urgently need.

Dear heart.

You have not changed one iota.

I was taught by the best.

When will the passports be ready?

Hmm? Oh, um...

Patrick will have those
in a couple of hours. So...

I-I trust that'll be enough time.

It's quite the nail-biter though,
isn't it?

- We'd like to get settled in.
- Hmm.

I'll come find you in a bit.

Yes, of course.

Ooh, shall we... Shall
we meet in the shed?

Of course.

Very good.

I need to know what's going on
and what's going to happen.

We'll get the passports and the
refugee status immigration papers,

get you to Canada.

We'll meet Nour and Yasmina
near the airport,

and you'll be on a flight, 7:00 a.m.

I swear to you.

Now, I need you to do something for me.

Go to the garage,
get the keys to the Land Rover.

We need to be ready to get out
of here at a moment's notice.

Imogen.

What are you doing?

I just need to spend some time
alone with him.

"I am as mad as he,
if sad and merry madness equal be."

Are you lost?

Just follow the path back to the house.

Yes, thank you.

And you can take a shower.

I was a Royal Marine.

I remember what you people smelled like
before we killed you.

Do you remember the smell
of all the innocent people you killed?

All right.
I got the grid coordinates.

I might get us some real-time shots
of the house and grounds.

So tell me what you know
about this Althorp guy.

He was a lower-level diplomat.

Oxford-educated.

He worked for Imogen's father.

And after her father died,
he just disappeared.

For the last 20 years,
he's played the country gentleman.

The lord of the manor.

The kind of assholes we got rid of
in the revolution

the Brits still seem to love so much.

Wow. He got a nice house though.

Yep.

This our guy?

Yep.

She was in love with him.

You jealous, man?

No.

You sure about that?

I'm getting a real
jealous-type vibe here.

Tell you what.

You're definitely better-looking
than this guy. I'll give you that.

Thanks.

So sorry to keep you.

One or two things that, uh...

What is all this?

I have been watching over you.

It's quite touching.

Where do you fit in?

Oh, you know...

I have friends all over the world.

And lately we've become
distrustful of politicians, you know?

We like to keep an eye on things.

And as the world
seems to spiral downwards,

it's potentially a
moment of opportunity.

Opportunity for what?

You know, I've been a little
disappointed in you, actually, darling.

It appears that you might have let
your emotions get the better of you.

Perhaps you both have.

I mean, do you really think
that the leopard will change her spots?

You taught me that everyone
is capable of everything.

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

I know you never do things
for the reasons people think.

Answer the question, Michael.

Opportunity for what?

You know I don't involve myself
with men full of sound and fury.

I am merely an observer.

Will you have dinner with me?

'Cause I have missed you so.

It's been too long.

You're always with me though.

This voice in my head.

And I hope to keep it there.

I'll meet you in the dining room.

Hmm.

I'll lay the table.

Is Yasmina all right?

Michael may not come through.

We need to find another way to get
the passports and immigration papers.

I don't care what it takes
or what it costs.

We've done it before. Get it done.

I need to ask you a question.

Did you ever see any signs
of Russian involvement in this plot?

Yes.

The man you saw in Paris, Emir,

he would often speak to someone
on his cell in Russian.

Anything else?

The truck that got me out of Raqqa
was a Russian military truck.

But why?

I've come to believe that
the Russian FSB is behind this attack.

You and it are just their cover.

They are using you as a pawn in their
sick game of retaliation against the US.

None of that means anything to me.

I only did this because
he promised me they'd protect me.

What did he promise you?

That if I designed this plan,
they'd allow me freedom.

That was the only choice I had
to have a life with Yasmina.

So why do you need me?

'Cause when I found you, I thought
maybe you'd help me find another way.

I'm not so sure I trust you.

Still?

Tell me why we're here.

I will not betray you.

I will get you on a flight tomorrow
morning with your daughter, all right?

Tell me the name.

Tell me the name of the ship.

Like I said, only when I see her.

If you're lying to me, you'll regret it.

You will pay a terrible price,

and I will not be able to help you.

Is Emir Yasmina's father?

No.

I don't know who Yasmina's father is.

After the bomb in the hotel, I ran away.

They found me.

And when they bring you back,
they do things to you.

It could've been any of them.

You're a mother.

As you know, doesn't really matter
who the father is, does it?

No.

It doesn't.

I love her.

I love her, and I miss
my daughter every day.

I'm sorry.

I need to have dinner alone with him.

I have an idea.

And I need you
to listen to me very carefully.

Hmm.

Your chauffeur was rude to Adilah today.

Oh?

I thought you would have
got rid of him by now.

No, I find his hatred focuses him.

It can be quite, um, valuable.

- And you trust him?
- Oh, yes.

Yes, I do.

I'm so very happy that
you still trust me, Violet.

Hmm.

- That name.
- Oh.

Silly girl.

"Silly girl."

"Such a silly, silly...
...silly girl."

Said in that voice.

It appears you want to...
to say something to me.

Why exactly did you come back?

Hmm?

I want you to tell me
the truth about my father.

All my life,
I've never understood something.

'Cause why would they kill
a British diplomat

unless they knew that he had done
something worth killing him for?

They were trying to get rid of him
or perhaps cover something up?

Turns out...

I was right.

He was a traitor, Michael.

He worked for the Russians.

He was a double agent.

And he betrayed his country

and everyone he knew.

Which means that,
throughout my whole childhood...

the man I loved was a lie.

But I think you knew.

You, uh, must be very proud of yourself.

Although I'm... I'm not in the least bit
surprised by the level of your skill.

Shut the fuck up.

Let me finish.

You were his protégé.

He loved you.

And he molded you...

as you molded me.

But you became something
I could never become.

Something beyond my father.

Oh.

With no conscience.

Violet,

"There is nothing either good or bad...

but thinking makes it so."

Here's the thing, my darling.

You know, light,
it needs darkness to exist.

Equilibrium of the world order swings
like a pendulum.

We're going from a golden age of
traditionalism and relative social order

to one of darkness.

There comes a point when you
have to encourage that darkness.

You know, nurse it along, if you will.

Only the complete collapse
of where we are now

will allow the reemergence
of another golden age.

As we know, where... where there
is chaos, there is also opportunity.

You know...

Oh, I have waited so patiently
for you to come home.

And... And perhaps...

Perhaps see things with more clarity.

I am still...

still in love with you.

You know that?

Our girl would have been, uh...
would have been ten.

Can you remember her face?

Yes.

Every day.

Every day.

Poor thing.

I can take care of you again.

You know...

You know, Marcus and I were just so,

so fucking proud of your...
of your shining intelligence.

You know, the world is...

...so much more complicated
than you can ever imagine.

One thing your father
didn't get the chance to teach you.

And that I thought I had.

You have.

Is it still in my room?

Yeah.

Yes, of course.

I'll meet you there.

Take it easy, now.

Just take it easy, okay?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Now I'm gonna put this
gun down now, okay?

Take it easy.

There you go.

Good?

Okay.

Begin.

♪ My funny valentine ♪

Begin.

♪ Sweet comic valentine ♪

♪ You make me smile with my heart ♪

♪ Your looks are laughable ♪

♪ Unphotographable ♪

♪ Yet you're my favorite work of art ♪

♪ Is your figure less than Greek ♪

♪ Is your mouth a little weak ♪

♪ When you open it to speak ♪

♪ Are you smart? ♪

♪ But don't change a hair for me ♪

♪ Not if you care for me ♪

♪ Stay, little valentine ♪

♪ Stay ♪

Tell me the name of the ship
and where it's going.

I...

Or I swear to God, these sheets
will be soaked in your blood.

Tell me.

You...

You haven't got it in you.

You never have.

Because you...

You are the best of us.

I am so sorry, darling.

♪ Each day ♪

♪ Is Valentine's Day ♪

I need to get to Adilah.

Come on.

Yes. Yes.

Yasmina's waiting.
She's two hours away.

I'm not gonna let them take you in.

Fuck! Go.

Come on.

No.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

Turn around.

Turn around, you fucking coward!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

There!

Hands up! Hands up now!

And target down.

I have arranged to have
Adilah's body flown to Paris.

We'll see to it that she's buried beside
her grandfather, as you requested.

Max is at the hospital.

He's gonna be okay.

- And Michael...
- Please...

don't.

It's over, Violet.

Come with me.

I'll be in... Just a minute.

Hi, Dad.

You escaped...

our life.

I knew you were alive, you know?

I could feel it.

How could a father possibly
abandon his child like that?

You were watching me?

You watched me become
a hundred strangers.

You were behind the entire thing,
weren't you, Dad?

You were a traitor.

And not just to them.

You were a traitor to me.

And I will never, ever...

forgive you for that.

"Hell is empty.

And all the devils are here."

You'll be safe in Canada.

I'll make sure of it.

I'll be there in a few hours.

What's my new name?