All language subtitles for London.Spy.S01E04.Episode.4.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-TenaciousD_track3_[eng]

- Stay where you are!
- Get down!

(Camera flashes)

A specialist escort agency
for the very rich.

Alex didn't use escorts.

ALEX: I have to buy a battery
for my laptop.

DANNY: I stole something
from the attic.

It's a locked cylinder.

It needs a code.

- Which you don't know?
- No.

I've gone over every
conversation, every word.

SCOTTIE: Danny, you've got to
figure it out, you're the only
one who can.

Did you know that I suffer
from depression?

Did you know that
in the past I drank?

I didn't know Alex
well personally.

There are not many students
who start their degree at 15.

He was murdered.

So, I take it
you want to speak
to his professor?

Marcus Shaw.

Why did they murder him?

I don't know.

Whatever Alex discovered,
whatever it was,

whatever it is, no-one
wants in the open.

We're not up against one
intelligence agency, we're up
against them all.

DANNY: I need information.

SCOTTIE: What does it mean?

It means we are quite alone.

Get in the car.

It's for you.

Not here!

(Mobile rings)

DISTORTED VOICE: You're
looking for answers.

But are you ready for them?

Get in the hotel.

Room 116.

The bathroom.

Get in.

Clothes on.

Now you're clean, we can talk
a little freer.

Get changed.

Outside.

Where are we going?

Do you want to know who
Alex was or not?

The doors are locked, Danny.

No way out.

No way back.

I want to take you on a
journey into Alex's past.

Remember this place?

Are you sure you know what
really happened in there?

Walk.

A reservation for two.

Here I am.

Alex's past.

(Theme music playing)

Well, this is weird.

Never done anything
like this before.

Like this?

What is this?

Being paid to tell
someone how I...

Their boyfriend.

They said you wouldn't
believe me.

Who are they?

Who are they?

They are the people
pulling my strings.

I have no control over
what I'm about to do.

Like this.

No control.

Alex ate breakfast here
almost every morning.

You can even tell me what
he liked to order?

What? Oh, to be convincing,
you mean?

You watched him?

Serving.

- A waiter?
- Me?

No, please.
I was pretending.

The service.
It's very expensive because
the people we...

Don't know that we are escorts.

How is that possible?

We pretend.

We pretend to meet
them by chance.

We pretend to be won
over by their charms.

We pretend to... For pleasure,

which takes some
serious pretending.

Who pays you?

Our clients aren't the
people we...

We report back.

So and so likes it like this.

So and so likes
a little of this.

Blackmail?

But that's not my business.

You just do the fucking.

I just do the fucking.

MAN: They told me to meet him
in the way you met him.

I'm sorry.

An accident.

They told me to be like you.

They told me to act like you.

In the end, Alex wasn't
so tricky.

He just needed to believe he
was being good

all the way up until he was
being a little bit bad.

How do you seduce a good man?

My approach was simple.

I told him a sad story.

I tell him it's the will and
last testament of my mother.

And my mother,
she never loved me, bitch.

In her will, the bitch leaves
just three things to me.

Just three paintings.

That's all.

And Alex, listening like
a puppy dog.

And I tell him, heartbroken,

they are the three paintings
I painted for her.

I'm an artist, I say.

No, not yet an artist,
aspiring to be.

Pretending to be.

That's a true story.

I am an artist.

What?

What do you think? I grew up
wanting to be an escort?

Enough, Danny.

Enough with not believing.

What do you need?
I'll give it to you?

Hmm? You need those
little details?

A birthmark on the
inside of his thigh?

Something whispered?

Something moaned?

He had a thirst,
I can tell you that.

Like a man crawling
out of the desert.

Yeah?

Throat dry. Lips dry.

Gulping up all
those missed years.

Where?

My place.

Your place?

My fake place.

Why did he come round?

To see my paintings, of course.

DANNY: What did you do?

MAN: You hate yourself
for asking, but
you had to know.

I'll be right back, okay?
Give me a second.

You had to ask, "What
did we do"?

We played a game.

How long can we talk without
mentioning the only thing we
were both thinking about?

The first game lasted an hour.

The second game

(Panting)

lasted a little longer.

MAN: I rang him afterwards,
but
he didn't answer.

The client wanted more.

But Alex wasn't interested.

Why won't you tell me that
he kept coming back?

Because I can see you're
good at sniffing a lie.

So, I told you the truth.

Why did they hire you?

I don't know, I don't care.

It's just a job.

He's dead.

Your job.
He was murdered.

You think you're not involved?

Because you seem like
a loose end to me.

I was told to pay for
our dinner.

Hey.

How else are you going to let
them know what a great job
you did?

I can see strings on you too.

What are you thinking?

Say it again.

What are you thinking?

Nothing.

You were Alex's first
experience of love.

If he enjoyed a second, would
you seem less important?

Could the thrill of
the new replace
the comfort of the old?

Watergate wasn't just about
bugging the opposition.

They used prostitutes
to collect information
on rival candidates,

to shame them,
manipulate them, destroy them.

Sex has always been a
means of control.

In the end, your relationship
became a threat to their
relationship with him.

He changed you, you changed him,

priorities altered,
loyalties altered.

I noticed it in our friendship.

The two of you were besotted.

The rest of the world
ceased to exist,

but Alex was one of their
most important minds.

Did you imagine they'd just
allow him to drift away?

I didn't think about it.

It's all they would've
thought about.

What binds this brilliant
young man to us?

The Queen? Our history?
His parents?

I accept that I didn't know
anything about his work.

His job.

The truth is I didn't really
know him as a person either.

I didn't know him.

Of all the attacks they've
used, including your health,

the one that has proved
most effective is smut.

For you, of all people.

He made a mistake,
that's not it.

But why didn't he tell me?

Some of it? Any of it?

Because you wanted
him to be perfect.

He saw that more
clearly than you.

It was his funeral last week.

Do you know how I found out?

I heard about it on the news.

He was buried
at a private ceremony
for close friends and family.

SCOTTIE: I can't count how
many men I've comforted when
their partners were dying

and the family wouldn't allow
them into the hospital,

or the church where
they're buried.

I'm tired of it.
Tired of hearing about it.

He wasn't close to his
parents, he was close to you.

Hold your own funeral,
say your own goodbye.

That's what I should be doing.

Saying goodbye.

What am I doing all this
other stuff for?

Because Alex discovered
some government secret?
So what?

'Cause they lied about a war?
They spy on us?

So, what's it got to do with me?

And you know,
I don't know any code.
I don't.

So, I don't know.
Maybe, whatever
those secrets are,

maybe they weren't meant for me.

Then, that's that.

Do you believe in soul mates?

No.

Not only do
I not believe in them,
it's not even a nice idea.

Not a nice idea?

That there's only
just one other person
out there for you.

What are the odds this person
would be in the same country
or the same city?

That their paths would
even cross?

It would mean
almost everyone in the world
is with the wrong person.

If it's a way of saying,
"We're good together,"
why not just say,

"We're good together"?
But if you mean it
literally...

You think there are better
people out there for you?

There might be.

For both of us.

But since we don't know them,
it's just a theoretical.

Yes, it's a sentimental idea.

The maths doesn't add up.

But we're by the fire, we're
under a night sky.

Couldn't you
just have said, "Yes"?

Is that what your soul
mate would've done?

(Whirring)

Can it be opened?

If you know the code.

This is us.

Oh, I've done a lot of things
with a lot of
different people,

and that's part of the reason
I'm sure that we're something
special.

But, for you, it...

I don't want you to stay with
me just because I'm the first.

So, you should see other people.

You should.

I don't want to.

I only meant...

I don't need to.

That there's only
just one other person
out there for you.

(Clicks)

(Dog barking)

(Doorbell rings)

(Doorbell rings)

(Lock turning)

Scottie?

Scottie?

Scottie?

(Glass clinking)

(Faint moaning)

Scottie? Scottie?

I was just remembering.

Huh?

A place.

I was remembering a place.

Right, we need to get
you to the hospital.

Will you just listen to me,
for once, Danny?

You were remembering a place.

(Chuckling)

(Chuckling)
A place where no-one cares.

Pathetic.

Thank you.

SCOTTIE:
My parents used to chide me,
"You were such a happy child."

How long?

Like this?

Three weeks.

Worse and worse each day.

Now as bad as it's ever been.

It can't be coincidence, can it?

Thirty years I've been okay,
and now like this?

Why might someone who's
managed depression
for 30 years

suddenly suffer a relapse
for no reason?

DANNY: This is what we're
going to do.

We'll get new pills.
Real pills from a
different doctor.

You can keep them on you...

Unless they switch them before
they give them to you.

I'll get them illegally.

I know someone.
He can get anything.

(Rhythmically taps finger)

On your shell.

Until they find a crack.

A frailty.

A vulnerability.

No matter how small.

And then they pick away.

How do you kill an alcoholic?
With alcohol.

(Tapping continues)

How do you kill a drug addict?
With drugs.

How do you kill a depressive?

Where'd you get them?

People tell the doctor
whatever story, collect a
prescription, sell it to me.

They're good.
It's all good.

Always good from me.

Do you want something else?

No, nothing else.

Thank you.

(Clicking)

Have you examined the contents?

We're going to need help.

With help comes risk.

The more people you involve...
Look what they've done to us.

That was before they
knew we had this.

I can do this alone.

There are rumours.

About how the Kremlin
guarantees the loyalty of its
most important citizens.

Under the pretext of
celebrating an election to the
State Duma,

the individual is treated to
the finest meal Moscow has
to offer.

At some point during that night,

this prized individual
blacks out,

waking in a hotel suite,
on a bed, beside
a terrified naked child.

Before he can say anything,
the FSB storm the room,

arrest him and take him to an
interrogation cell in Moscow's
Butyrka prison

where the individual swears
he is not a paedophile.

"My drink must have been spiked!

"I... I've been framed by
my enemies."

He doesn't know.
He can't explain,
but it is a mistake.

And to his surprise,
the FSB officer agrees
that it is a mistake,

but it is a mistake they will
hold on record forever.

A mistake no-one will ever see
unless the individual makes a
mistake of a political kind.

And with that,
the man's choice is clear,

privilege or disgrace,
destruction or survival.

The FSB officer
believes he's won.

The individual
believes he's lost.

But those systems of oppression,

as ruthless as they appear,
as unbeatable as they seem,

never hold, never last,
never survive,

for we will not live in fear.

I would like to finish this
particular adventure with you,
Daniel Edward Holt.

If you'll have me.

SCOTTIE: We're being watched.

We will be followed.

So, we separate, shake them off.

And meet up at a place where
no-one can follow us
without revealing themselves.

The place where no-one cares?

I've always taken comfort
from the idea that people
don't care.

That they have better things
to think about,

that there are more important
matters to worry about.

I like it when people walk
past me and couldn't care less

what I'm wearing,
or whose hand I'm holding.

The place where no-one cares.

When I was young,
I spent a lot of time
searching for it,

and I promised myself,
if I ever found it,
if it ever existed,

that's where I'd make my home.

What do you think?

Ambition.

But no conviction.

You skip from
short stories to lyrics,
from poems to sketches,

hoping the world
will tell you who you are.
You must tell the world.

(Clanging)

Ah!

There you are.

Well done.

You weren't followed?

Well, I hope not.

So, will Marcus help us?

He didn't say.

Keep back, and then that gives
you your "B" for "Baritone."

-Oh, I see.
No. Four, of course.
-Yeah.

- CLAIRE: And that's got...
- Where did you two meet?

SCOTTIE: Cambridge.

We shared a flat.

I was the first person he
shared the secret of his
sexuality with.

SCOTTIE:
At that time, it was illegal.

And there were rumours.

So, then, I agreed to play
the part of his lover.

And we walked around arm
in arm, and we had picnics
in the Scholars' Garden,

and it was supposed to last
about two months or so.

- It lasted two years.
- (Chuckles)

Are you gay?

No.

Did you see other people?

No.

I tried to become
the man I was pretending
to be.

You know, I prayed
for the right kind of desire?

A sham romance, you might say.

No.

No, no.

We're friends.
We have been ever since.

We can't be sad about that.
I refuse to be sad about that.

MARCUS: It's all
very touching.

Marcus, this is Danny,
Alex's partner, and Scottie.

Where is it?

(Banging)

(Typing)

(Typing)

Cheers.

You didn't know, did you?
How smart he was?

I knew.

But not really.

Not in the way you did, no.

His partner without any
appreciation of his intellect.

Beyond some generalised idea
that he was good with numbers.

Love without knowledge.

Popular culture might depict
that as a romantic notion,
I suppose.

He never spoke about his work.

What did you talk about?

Everything else.

I see.

No, I don't.
I don't see at all.

Well, what did you
two talk about.
Outside of work?

We didn't.

Look, try to understand,

I was sure, absolutely certain,

that he was going to change
the world in some way.

Not my world, the world.

Can you imagine the
enormity of that feeling?

Being in the company
of someone like that?

We knew different people.

Hmm.

The man I knew was exceptional.

The man you knew was not.

-The...
-Unless you're going
to tell me

how many sugars he took
in his tea, or how he liked
to be fucked.

Are these the details
that define us?

I think that being
admired is lonely.

You're right, I'm sure.

But that was the
price he had to pay.

The ordinary world
wasn't for him.

And his flirtation with it was
always going to end badly.

Professor?

I miss him, too.

He did it.

The 9/11 attackers sent
e-mails using pre-arranged
code words.

The Faculty of Urban
Planning was the
World Trade Center.

The Pentagon was the Faculty
of Fine Arts.

Mohamed Atta's final message
to the other terrorists

referred to their semesters
beginning in three weeks

at the Faculties of
Urban Planning and Fine Arts.

Two e-mails.

In this one, "zoo" means zoo.

In this one, it means airport.

How do you tell them apart?

When people who go to the zoo

also visit museums.

They watch animated movies,
buy children's clothes

and donate to animal charities.

Convert our entire online
history into numbers,

and a visit to the zoo
looks like this.

A coded message looks like this.

The 9/11 terrorists used
innocent words,

but they didn't use them like
the rest of us.

We like to think of ourselves
as individuals.

But we're not.
We're a pattern.

We are married, gay, straight,

professional, rich, poor.

Our online DNA, revealing
our true nature,

even when we lie.

I told him he would
change the world.

I just didn't tell him how
dangerous it would be.

Alex decided to apply
his concept to speech.

Words don't occur in isolation.

They're part of a
series of actions.

Your intake of breath, facial
gestures, pupil dilation,
hand movements.

Alex theorised they formed
patterns,

and these patterns would be
different if we were telling
the truth or telling a lie.

A lie detector?

Important lies are told by
important people.

They'd never consent to
a test of any kind.

Alex didn't need their consent.

They've already provided
all the information.

The most important people in
the world are also
the most documented.

Study every word they've
ever spoken.

Mundane, profound,
it doesn't matter.

Analyse every variable possible.

Translate that information
into numbers, and identify
the patterns.

A fingerprint for our truths
and our lies.

We'd be able to analyse
every statement.

Every political claim.
Every case for war.
Every court case verdict.

The end of lies.

(Sighs)

If the four of us survive
a week, I'd be very surprised.

(Exhales)

You're a thoroughly nice guy,
aren't you, Danny?

So was Alex.

For all his intellect,
an innocent, really.

When he told me he was going
to work for GCHQ
I knew it was a mistake.

He didn't belong in that world.

And I could feel him wanting
me to tell him so.

Why didn't you say something?

We didn't have that kind
of a relationship.

I take it you have
some kind of plan?

We must prove it works.

You don't have a plan, do you?

SCOTTIE: No.
He needed to believe I did.

And we need him.

You see? Proof.

The orderly functioning of
society depends on
our ability to lie.

Given the choice of no lies
or lies, every organisation,

every person of power,
without exception,
will choose lies.

Maybe Alex imagined a better
way of doing things.

I wonder when he began
work on this project.

Why does that matter?

Maybe he was ashamed of
the lies he'd told you.

Ashamed that your relationship
was built on lies.

Maybe on some level, he
thought he was making amends.

- To who?
- To you.

Danny!

- I'm to blame.
- I'm sorry.

I'm to blame.

I never said "to blame."

He did it for me?

It's possible.

I never asked for it.

He knew you'd find out that
he'd lied about much
of his life.

He must have worried that
you'd end up hating him.

He must have worried about
that moment every day.

Would you still love him
if you knew?

Could you still love
him if you knew?

Would you re-examine
your love story,

Alex's only love story,

and decide, in the end, it was
nothing but a lie?

He was never sure.

How could he be?

I wish I could've told him.

That none of it mattered.

The lies, the mistakes.

That I loved him, just the same.

That I love him.
Still, now,
knowing it all.

I wish he could've heard
me say it.

Yes.

He'll never know.

No.

This is going to sound a bit...

But it occurred to me
I'd never said it
out loud before.

I love you, very much.

(Door closes)

(Footsteps)

You're not going to be charged.

Is that it?

You're free to go.

You brought me here
like this to tell me that?

Will anyone be charged?

Danny, for you, this is over.

This isn't over.

This isn't over.

(Applause)

(Mobile ringing)

(Ringing continues)

- Scottie?
- Danny.

- Danny.
- Scottie?

There will be a note.

(Applause)

(Breathes heavily)

(Breathes heavily)

(Sobbing)