All language subtitles for The Sleepers (Bez Vedomi) S01E04

Two days ago you were struck
by a black car.

Since that time,
your husband has been missing.

Have you considered that he might
have disappeared on purpose?

Look what I found in his things.

It's a permit to an army base.

The Russian one.

You mean you want to go there?
Are you crazy?

Why have you been making
a fool of me all this time?

Where did you get this?

You've known Skala since his childhood.
You've known each other all these years.

And where is he now?
Where is Viktor Skala hiding?

Give me that photo, Honza.
And get away from this.

I'm sorry, Honza.

How's your wife?

- What did the doctor say?
- That it's bad.

What are we going to do with Honza?

Like you said yourself,
he's got that fucking photo.

Just because of that
there's no need to...

He's a loner without even a girlfriend,
he doesn't trust anybody...

Not even you?

What I mean is, I'm 100% certain
he hasn't told anyone about it.

And he's sure to have the photo
hidden at home somewhere.

If it's in his flat,
then all the better.

But I don't think he's that stupid.

- You trained him.
- Exactly.

He's a reasonable kid, I just need
to have a chat with him.

You've already chatted with him, Vaclav.

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I need something else from you.

- But I...
- Vaclav...

After all these years, this is
the moment we've been waiting for.

In Poland, it's already started.
In Hungary, the GDR...

It's only a question of months here,
maybe less.

It will just take a spark,
and there it goes.

So you get yourself together.

- At least promise me that Honza...
- Stop.

Stop fucking acting like you have
nothing to do with this.

What else did he say? Did he learn
anything else I should know about?

- No. Nothing but the photo.
- Alright.

We need to find out
where Skalova's got off to.

You'll interrogate her sister.

- Skalova doesn't know anything.
- I'm not taking any chances.

You should never have left her
on the loose.

That was a mistake from the beginning.

If she blabs,

the police will start sniffing around,
or your comrades from the StB.

Do you realize we have no cover?

That we're always one step away
from a fuck up?

Get to work.

- Drive.
- Where to?

The hospital.

- Good evening.
- What can I do for you?

- I'd like a room.
- A room...

ID then, please.

Just now... I don't have it with me.

Doesn't have it with her...
Doesn't have her ID...

You must get plenty of business.

Don't worry.

If you bring them in regularly,
then we'll arrange a reasonable rate.

It's a risk for me, too. But forget
about the guys in the building.

They're a bunch of grunts.
You can do better than that, kitten.

What are you staring at?

Get out.

Wait here, okay? Come with me.

We've lost track of your sister.
We need to know where she is.

It's for her own safety.

- So?
- I don't know where she is.

I would congratulate you

on the birth
of your granddaughter,

but it wouldn't be appropriate
in this context.

How old was your little Jana
when your sister emigrated anyway?

Five? Six?

You never had it easy.

And then you get sacked from work,
house searches,

always have to go somewhere
to explain something.

Your marriage falls apart.

You're all on your own with a kid.
Your only one.

And here it is again.

Right when you've just had
a granddaughter, more problems.

And all because of your sister again.
Where is she? Where did she go?

I don't know.

We don't talk much.

Because...

For the reasons you just said.

By the way, have you told your sister
you joined the party?

When the opportunity arose?

To wash your hands of the family sin?

And suddenly everything was possible,
new opportunities...

Don't be so ashamed.

I'm in the party too.

And I have the same opinion of it
as you do.

Your sister was last seen
on a train to Usti nad Labem.

- Where did she go?
- I don't know anything. Really.

You still have your dad's flat, right?
The big one.

Maybe too big.

Perhaps I should arrange
something smaller for you.

The youngsters would quickly go looking
for a place of their own.

And you'd be all alone.
I'm sure they'd call you.

When they need someone to mind
the baby, or borrow money.

Weekends are the worst.

They don't even call,
they're all on the move.

Well?

She went through his things
and found some... permit.

- To the military base in Ralsko.
- What?

Take her home.

Come along.

Honza? It's me.

I thought...

You took so long, I figured you'd be
here in the pub. And you're at home?

Didn't you say you were coming
to my place tonight?

Honza?

It's not fucking funny.

- Mr. Vlach? It's late.
- Okay.

I'm going to have to go.

If your sister gets in touch,
let us know.

- Can we wait here a moment?
- What for?

Until they're gone.

Jirka?

It's me.

Is something wrong?

- Mummy, do you hear me, mum?
- I'll make some food.

There, there, take it easy.
There's nothing wrong.

There you go.

It's all going to be fine.
Everything will be fine.

- You're with friends here.
- What do you want from me?

I'm going to ask you questions,
and you're going to answer them.

We're going to have a chat,
nice and easy.

Don't worry about not being
able to see me.

- There's not much to see.
- Friends my arse.

Alright then, colleagues.

We can still do this in a civilized,
professional way.

Nice and easy.

Where is the photograph?

Let's just skip
the heroism phase, please.

It's entirely needless.
Let's spare ourselves that.

I need some information from you,
and you want to be home soon.

Let's not make problems
for one another.

Where is the photo?

What photo?

Get it ready.

I can't believe the commies
allowed it.

Let's make sure they regret it.

It'll be the biggest demonstration
of the year.

I'm amazed you managed
to organize it.

Marie?

- Who are they?
- Just... friends.

Bye.

- See you.
- See you.

There was an StB bloke here
asking after you.

I wanted to tell you the last time
you were here, but you ran off.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

Then what are you wearing a wig for?

I'm starving.

I was at your dad's funeral.

The StB was there
taking pictures like...

They wouldn't let me in back then.

That's funny...

They'd just let me out.

Yeah...

When we broke up
I did some drinking for a while...

...met some people
and we made a bit of a mess...

The cops gave us a few thrashings
and suddenly, I was a dissident.

Are you OK?

Marie?

You need a drink. Immediately.

Why might an ambulance driver claim

to have found somebody lying in front
of this pub if it weren't true?

What? What do I know? Maybe...

There's always somebody lolling around
in front of this place.

They drink like mad in here.
What else can they do?

Don't you want to finally
clue me in on what's going on?

Maybe I could help you.

Fine.

- He'll be right over.
- Thanks.

One more floor.

It's hard to read...

Jarda?!

The lady here wants to dedicate
a song to us on the radio.

To express her thanks.
Was it you that took her?

- Where from?
- From the Sokolovna.

No.

- Robertson.
- Ewan, come down to my office, please.

OK, I'll come right away.

Yes, come in.

Look what I've found.

Now, how is this possible?

I've checked this place
a hundred times with this thing.

Well, it only records,
it doesn't transmit.

So it's not detectable.
It's one of ours. Has to be.

Nobody else uses this model.

Get the locks changed.
I'll have to report this.

It's a serious violation.

Nothing's to be reported.
I know exactly who it was.

I'm expecting an important call.

So get down to the phone closet

and make sure there's no one
been there doing "maintenance".

Right.

- See you.
- See you.

It was you in that ambulance, wasn't it?
The one that took me to hospital.

Sorry, you've confused me
with someone else.

You reported finding me somewhere else
and it wasn't true.

And then you tore that page
out of the book.

What book?
I don't understand you at all.

And if you don't mind... Leave me be,
or I'll cause you such trouble that...

- Trouble?! I'll show you trouble.
- On what grounds?

You'll say you got tanked, hit your head
and don't remember where?

- We were hit by a car.
- I don't know anything about that.

My husband is dead.
And the StB is on it.

I have no problem telling them
who you are and where you work.

I'll take you down with me,
I don't care anymore.

Wait, for Christ's sake...

OK, it was my ambulance.

But you were the only one there
when we came.

I don't know anything about any husband.

- Bullshit.
- It's true.

We gave you first aid,
we took you to hospital...

- We were just doing our job.
- Then why did you fake the location?

Is that your job too?
To cover for murder?

What murder? For God's sake,
I don't know about any murder.

- They called me...
- Who?

We found you in front of their building
and they didn't want it in the report,

so we wrote that it was
at the pub, so...

Who? Who didn't want it reported?

- Lloyd.
- Hello, my friend.

How's the cricket?
Have we bowled them out yet?

Not yet. Their captain is putting up
a hell of a defense.

He's knocking our best bowlers for six.

Well then get some bite on him.
Toss a few googlies, for God's sake.

- Excuse me?
- I want him caught and bowled.

Express pace. Whatever it takes.
Is that clear?

The connection between Skala and Vlach:
What exactly do you know about it?

I don't understand...
Sorry I don't understand you.

You discovered a connection
between Vlach, and Skala.

- Who did you talk to about it?
- No, no, no, no, no!

Colonel Vlach... Vlach...

would never betray his country.

Where is the photo?
Where did you hide it?

Fuck you.

What's this?
What are you doing?

Enough!

Leave him be.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Here you are.

- Here.
- What's going on?

Take it up amongst yourselves.

Your son here wants
to take the patient, so...

She had a seizure,
she needs medical care...

Yes, we will give you some sedative
injections for her.

The nurse will show your son
how to...

Mr. Vlach, I'm terribly sorry
but, as we said last time,

your wife's condition offers no hope.

Let her have some peace.

Mum agrees,
so there's nothing more to say.

- We're taking her home.
- "Home..."?

To our home, of course.

Which you shouldn't take
as an invitation to you.

- Give me that paper.
- Please, talk to your son...

I'm talking to you,
do you understand?

Give me that paper!

She's staying here.
And you'll take care of her until...

Until she's well again.
Do you understand?

You can't let that pretty girl of yours
see you like this.

She called your home.

She's worried sick
about your disappearing.

She might think you're off having
a good time somewhere.

You'd better go to her
before it's too late.

Give me a drink.

As soon as you tell me
where the photograph is.

Where did you hide it?
It's not at your place,

so where is it, at hers?

Is it at her place?

What's your pretty girl's name?

You're going to tell me everything
in the end anyway.

Who knows, maybe you even know
where Skala is.

We've both made mistakes.

The whole department
is going to pay for it.

And Skála probably already has.

If they've killed him,
why would they kidnap me

and try to get me to tell them
where he is?

Not long after the war,

when I was at Berlin station,
the Russians snatched one of our chaps.

They kept him for a few days,
interrogated him pretty brutally.

They wanted to know where
a particular agent was hiding

and tried to beat it out of him.

Well he told them nothing,
he couldn't, he didn't know.

Because we had lost track
of the agent ourselves.

It turned out

the Russians had the poor bastard
locked up in the Lubyanka all along.

The interrogation was a red herring.

We spent the next six months thinking
he'd gone to ground somewhere,

and put a lot of resources
into finding him.

It knocked all our operations for six.

StB or KGB,
leopards don't change their spots.

They've long since put Skála
under lock and key.

Or he's in a hole
in the ground somewhere.

The worst thing is...

I can't actually remember
what I told them.

...don't know what to do.
He's still in play.

What do you mean "he's still in play"?
What were they doing?

Anything we chuck at him he blocks.
He's tough.

We're keeping the pressure on,
but we'll need another innings.

Our boys are doing
some pretty fast bowling but...

- You're not fast enough!
- I mean really fast.

For God's sake. I'm coming over.

I'll show you how
to follow through.

Colonel Vlach's office,
Koutna speaking.

Archive, Blaha.

- I'd like to speak to comrade colonel.
- He's not here right now.

And may I ask when he will be back?

He had to take a sudden leave.
For serious family reasons.

Oh, I understand.

The thing is, they've called an audit.

All the file records.

Comrade colonel has several of them.

I'm going to need to see them.

You don't really expect me to go
through his things in his absence?

- Of course not...
- Well, goodbye then.

Well?

Out with it already.

The name of your secret lover.
Address. What is it?

Comrade colonel, I need to talk to you,
if you have a moment.

I don't.

Right, I understand.

What's wrong?

Jesus, you're here already.
I didn't even hear you.

It's nothing, it's fine,
you know, just...

Normal lady stuff.

- If there's some guy bothering you...
- I wish.

Well?

Mrs. Clayton?

What you asked for.

Excuse me,
could I make a telephone call?

Sure thing.

Yes?

Hello?

Who was that?

Wrong number.

I'm very sorry,
but no one told me you were coming.

I'm waiting at the airport
and no one picks me up.

I hope it's not a typical way
to do things here.

There must have been
some misunderstanding.

Right.

Please, take a seat.

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Please, come in.

You can run along, Ivanka,
I'll see to the lady, thanks.

But I really don't know of him
hiding anything here.

You, my child, know absolutely nothing.

What is that?

If you utter one word about this...

But what about Honza?
Please. What happened to him?

What can I offer you?

We have everything I think.

Whiskey, perhaps?

- Ice?
- Yes, please.

What can I do for BYTD Export?

My secretary insist me we've met...

...but I cannot remember.

You can bet I'd remember
a pretty little thing like you.

Cheers.

I probably didn't look so pretty
when you hit us with your car.

Excuse me?

I get it.

I am so sorry about what happened.

I'm so glad you're alright now.

Just a moment.

Don't you move.

- You want to buy me off?
- Excuse me?

You killed my husband
and you want to buy me off?

You had him buried
in Russian territory...

- Hey.
- Hi.

I swear to you.

I swear on the lives of my little girls,
I know nothing about your husband.

It was an accident!

- What are you doing?!
- Tonda!

She's insane!

I've got it. You can let him...
Leave him be and bring him back.

First, tell me where it was.

At his girl's place?

Who is she?

She must have seen it, or he told
her something. I need to see her.

She doesn't know anything. It was
at his place, just like I told you.

I don't know
how you could have missed it.

- In any case, leave him be already.
- Fine, but...

I'll come for him myself if needs be.
I'll just sort one thing out first...

Don't you go anywhere. We'll handle it.

Good evening.

- I told you clearly not to move my wife!
- Mr. Vlach...

I said I wanted her here,
and that I would hold you responsible...

- Mr. Vlach, we tried to contact you...
- Our bastard son has no say in this!

He hasn't cared about us for years,
so I don't know why he should decide...

- Mr. Vlach, wait!
- Well?

We didn't move your wife anywhere.
I'm terribly sorry, but...

We have been trying
to get in touch with you.

Where is she?

The test showed that hair samples
from the boot of the car

correspond with those we took
from agent Skála when he was recruited.

His blood-type, AB, also sits
with the blood samples found in the car.

And the embassy
assigned that car to Gerald.

- How was your trip? What has he said?
- Well...

Don't bother,
just give me the transcripts.

Please.