All language subtitles for The Sleepers (Bez Vedomi) S01E05

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

- Where is she?
- She found a permit in his things?

- To the military base in Ralsko.
- What?

PREVIOUSLY

Won't you finally tell me
what's going on?

Maybe I could help you.

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

Where is the photo?
Where did you hide it?

If you breathe a word about this...

And what about Honza?

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

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

correspond with those we took
from agent Sk�la when he was recruited.

And the embassy assigned that car
to Gerald.

What an idiot you are, man!
Where'd you get that?

- He just stood there?
- Jesus?

- What a fucking laugh!
- No idea what to do?

Fuck!

- What was that?
- Shit...

- What was that?
- Go.

Go, before someone sees us.

Drive! Fucking pull inside!

- Give it here.
- Hang on?

Give it here!

I was a fool to even let you
behind the wheel.

Marie?

Marie?

Can you hear me?

Oh my God?

Marie, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

It's me. Marie?

Give me that.

- Hello?
- It's me.

You coming in?

Jesus, I hope she's alright.

You have to get us both out
as soon as possible.

I didn't expect the StB
to push back like this.

Look. Getting locked up is one thing.
I've been half expecting that.

But if they're actually prepared
to kill me... I think it's over.

No, you can't be more wrong.
This is a fantastic opportunity for us!

You're here to provoke them.
To incite them to action.

We were prepared
for that to take weeks.

But an assassination attempt?
In this climate?

Think of the headlines. You'll be
"The man the StB tried to murder."

With that kind of profile, there's no
stopping you once the regime changes.

You'll get any position you ask for.

I need you to stay here for a few days,
while I prepare the ground.

Don't go out,
keep away from the windows.

Stay calm
and, above all, stay put.

And my wife?

I'll find out what happened to her.

We'll take care of her, trust me.

Try to relax.
You're safe here.

THE SLEEPERS

SCHWANDORF, WEST GERMANY

Six, seven.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- The cheese does stink, but...
- Yes, yes, I know?

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

So, when you're finished,
we'll get back to business.

I've told you everything already.

Multiple times.

Sit up.

Come on.

Swallow this.

Stick your tongue out.

Raise it.

Good girl.

If you keep being good,
we'll let you go to the garden soon.

That will do you good.

Well?

She's completely out of it.
You can rest assured.

- You've got some hot babes here.
- You're such a jerk.

The StB went after you more
aggressively than anyone at that time.

Maybe they were trying
something out on me,

a new tactic against dissidents,
what do I know?

Or maybe there was just
some obsessed jackass behind it.

That happens.

Sometimes one maniac makes
all the difference.

One maniac named Patera?

That was his name.

By the way, he's gone missing,
the police are looking for him.

What a coincidence...

- I don't know him.
- Really?

You pressed charges
against him in '77.

For assault. Or didn't you?

- Oh, him.
- Yeah, him.

- You're getting them all mixed up now?
- No.

No, I just didn't realize?

I just thought it was someone else.

Then they even shot at you
on the border.

That's an interesting chapter, too.

It came in pretty handy
when you requested asylum.

There were interviews with you on TV,
your voice full of emotion and drama

as you described
how they nearly killed you.

And a couple of days ago, you told me
with great feeling and drama

that the StB was coming for me

and you had to get me over the border
in the boot of your car straight away.

"To safety," you said.

This is a record of the measures
the StB took against you.

Unfortunately, in multiple cases

their description of events
differs from your own.

And do you remember exactly
what you were doing 12 years ago?

Not even the immigration officers
hounded me like this.

That's exactly the problem.

You believe some fucking StB officer
more than you do me?

I don't believe anything
that's written in here.

I think the whole thing is a sham.

What they describe in here
never happened.

I didn't see you in there. I've
been trying to contact you for days.

Your son's religious?

- Yeah.
- I've got nothing against faith.

People need to believe in something.
People should believe.

And when one belief stops working,
they just replace it with another.

- Like what's happening right now.
- There's fuck all happening right now.

Why do you delude yourself?
It's all over.

We don't even know
where Skala is.

And when he turns up one fine day
then we're both fucked.

- If he ever turns up.
- He will.

And when he does, we're going
to put the squeeze on the bastard.

Soon you'll see it is not all over.
Far from it.

It is for me.

All I'm interested in
is where Honza is.

And I'd like you to tell me the truth
and not make a fool of me.

Stop it.

You know where he is, Vaclav.

He hasn't turned up for so long that...

I knew it!

Pull yourself together.

Another shot?

Have you seen Honza?
Berg. Recently.

40-year-old, dark hair,
pleasant looking...

- Wears a black leather jacket.
- Yeah... He hasn't been here.

PRAGUE, NOVEMBER 17, 1989

Freedom! Let us march!

Freedom! Let us march!

What's the meaning of this, comrades?

What are you doing in here?

347.

359.

382.

This too.

And thus, a peaceful assembly to mark
International Students' Day

turned into a bloody massacre.

Radio Free Europe continues
to receive calls from those

who witnessed the brutal crackdown
by communist riot police.

Police in riot gear were waiting for us
at Narodni Ave.

And blocked our way.
And we did nothing.

We sang, lit candles...

But then from the other side came
two armoured cars with bulldozer blades

and started pushing
the crowd together.

There were other officers with batons
beating the people who ran away.

A lot of blood flowed.

I've never seen anything like it
and hope I never will again.

Last night state controled Czech
television

showed pictures of the rally live after
journalists and technicians insisted

that the Czech people must see what's
going on or they threatened to strike.

Today there
are unconfirmed reports

that the military police have occupied
the Czech television building.

On behalf of the Civic Forum,
I can inform you

that what we have all been
calling for is now underway:

Dialogue between the establishment
and the public has begun.

Resign!

Prague Castle on Sunday,
December 10.

Just after lunch, the new members
of the federal government have arrived

to give their oaths of office
to the president.

And as the Czechoslovak Press Agency
reported this afternoon,

President Gustav Husak
has notified the Federal Assembly

that he is resigning as President
of the Czechoslovak Socialist Republic.

This is the end.

It's what you wanted, isn't it?

Socialism was "clipping your wings".

You've always said,
"When it finally comes, then?"

The Civic Forum will definitely
want me to resign.

- How do I stop it?
- You can't. Not now.

Should I join it too?

What are you laughing at?

That forum is going to be
running everything soon.

I don't think they'll have you, mate.

You're already in, aren't you?

But it doesn't matter
who runs the place, right?

As long as everything
keeps running as it should.

- But what about that crazy woman?
- That's also going as it should.

Fuck.

What should the new government
focus on, in your opinion?

I'm not a member
of the government, so...

But you are tipped to be deputy minister
with supervision over the StB.

I can tell you what the Civic Forum
is demanding.

The legal and human rights violations
have to end, definitively.

The first task is therefore to adapt the
interior ministry to these new terms.

And to turn the branches of the ministry

into state agencies in line
with democratic principles.

We have to take make bold,

fundamental
and speedy steps in this regard.

The StB has always been
and still remains a source of fear.

And we don't want
to live in fear anymore.

Just like we don't want
to live in lies.

Revolution is full
steamed ahead and this

idiot is in the limelight
instead of Viktor.

Who is he, anyway?
We know nothing about him.

The new chaps
will be eating out of our hands.

For now, maybe. But what happens
in two or three years time?

When they hit a problem, as they will,
and the public mood changes?

By then they'll have
rediscovered the joys

of capitalism.
"Historical inevitability..."

Wasn't that Marx's prediction
for communism? Ironic, really.

He got the concept right
but the outcome absolutely wrong.

What if the "new chaps" you're so keen
on turn out to be Russian pawns?

The Soviets will have people embedded at
every level of society. We should too.

You've changed a great deal, Susanne.
It's the work, of course.

If we don't find Viktor soon
we may as well give up.

We're looking.
Eventually there will be a lead.

Let me look for him!

Gerald's department
still insists they know nothing?

If he's acting on his own, they
wouldn't, would they? Do you trust them?

It's my job not to trust anyone.

Including me, I suppose.

I am telling you,
with his background,

Viktor is potentially the best agent
of influence we have in Czechoslovakia.

But we don't have him, do we?

I need you to do something for me
before you go back to Prague.

I need addresses
of Gerald's relatives and close friends.

The same for that Russian of his.

You think Gerald's grandmother
is hiding them in her cellar?

Just do what I'm telling you. OK? I'll
take care of everything else myself.

So you were spying on me
the whole time.

You destroyed the original
right after reading it. Why?

Why?
Because I'd read it.

See, that's just right.
Nice and by the book, right?

Of course.
The happy marriage book.

Viktor,

we both know it wasn't any Alexandra
who wrote that letter.

Then you know more than I do.

I went to see her.

Stop bothering decent people
with your own paranoia.

- And I found her dead.
- What?

Aren't you even going to ask
how she died?

You can probably guess, though.

Your colleagues from the StB
murdered her.

They hanged her in the crapper
like some...

I have nothing to do with it.

I'd almost buy
that remorse of yours.

- How is Marie?
- Look!

You've finally asked about her.

Until now you couldn't
have cared less.

You're falling out of character, boyo.

No one knows you're here.

As far as I'm concerned, you can spend
the rest of your life in here.

Rot away as long as you like.

Please, no...

Please, please, no!

Hold her legs.

You've really disappointed me.

Would you make me one too, mum?

You're nursing.
It would keep the baby up.

- What kind of rubbish is that?
- Excuse me?

You know what surprises me?

That ex-boyfriend of Marie's is going
to have the whole StB under his thumb.

And you haven't even thought
of going to see him?

You really don't care
what happened to her?

If you haven't noticed,
times have changed.

You don't have to be scared shitless
of everything anymore.

REQUEST FOR DISCHARGE

Could you come in here for a moment?

I won't wait around
for our new masters to sack me.

And if they want to lock me up,
they know where I live.

What?

I didn't sleep again.

You have nothing to worry about,
they won't do anything to you.

It's not that.

I'm always thinking of Honza.

If he went somewhere,
then why didn't he report it?

He's off duty, but...

You know how that man from the archive
kept looking for you? About a file?

Yeah.

I wrote
and told him to kiss my arse.

I don't have a file with that number,
so I didn't borrow it.

It's his own mess.

It's not.

I slipped a request in
for you to sign.

The file was on someone called Patera.

Honza wanted me to do it.

But he never returned it.

And now I'm afraid that something
happened to him and it's all my fault.

Please tell me what happened to him.

If I at least knew he was alright...

Forgive me.
I feel awful about it all.

You poor girl...

I'm going to tell you.

But you'll keep it to yourself,
is that clear?

I found out that,

a few months ago,
he met this woman?

An agent of a Western "business
interest", if you know what I mean.

And when he found out that I knew,
he thought it better to disappear.

Forget him.

He made a fool out of me,
out of you.

You're a lovely, young girl, smart...

Your whole life's ahead of you.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- I'm here to see Deputy Novak.
- Sit down in the waiting room.

Check.

Dear viewers, this is a special broadcast
of the Federal Police Department.

We urgently request your assistance
in the search for two missing persons.

A married couple, likely separated.

Viktor Skala is 48 years old,
180 cm tall, slender frame,

greyish hair and brown eyes.

He had a short beard and was wearing
a blue jacket and beige trousers.

His wife, Marie Skalova,
168 cm tall,

also of slender frame,
with ginger hair and brown eyes.

She was dressed in a blue,
three-quarter coat with a hood,

purple trousers, and high boots.
Both were last seen in Prague

but could now be anywhere
in Czechoslovakia.

I'm going back,
going to see our mole in Prague.

Ok.

You have to go too.

- You're the family member, not me.
- But what if...

So much has happened to her,
what if...

She can recuperate better
at home than here.

- Home? But Viktor is?
- I mean at your home.

Yeah, sure, that's...

Of course, at my home.

And the comrades at the ministry
are looking for him as well.

They've got the whole building on it,
so hopefully...

Everyone wants to ingratiate themselves
and save their arses.

Deputy, I assure you,

we have acted only
in the patient's best interests.

It's schizophrenia, in my opinion.

Possibly even organic delusional.
She recently suffered a head injury.

What do you mean delusional?

She was talking about dead bodies
buried in a forest,

she was walking around in disguise,
and impersonating someone else.

She even attacked a man
and left him injured.

The drugs we have been giving her
will soon wear off

if she discontinues treatment.

I'm only telling you so that
you know what to expect.

We're only interested
in her well-being.

And was it for her well-being
that you never informed her relatives?

She had no ID on her.

Then you should have informed
the police.

Don't think I'm going
to just let this go.

Marie?

- Where can I get her dressed?
- There.

That's your right,
give me your left.

Good. Hold on to me.

There, slowly...

Careful.

There's awful chaos
all over the place.

All I see is everyone suddenly
smiling like idiots everywhere.

You can't take power in a country
with a smile.

- What have you got for me?
- Bad news, I'm afraid.

Before the revolution
reached the ministry,

they managed to burn the most important
part of the archive.

What?

That's why I haven't been in contact.
Because I've got nothing for you.

I did manage to go through most
of the references though.

What did you find?

More proof that the StB considered Skala

an enemy of the state.

And they went after him
in a big way.

No sign that he was an agent.
Just the opposite.

Maybe you've been on the wrong track
from the start.

Maybe he's just a decent bloke.

Keep looking.

I can't. They laid me off.

I'm washing cars in the garage now.

Maybe you could tell them
that I was on their side.

That I'm a decent bloke too.

- Stadnykova, hello?
- It's me, mum.

Stepan, where are you?
Where have you been?

- I can't talk long, mum.
- But where are you? What's wrong?

I just wanted to tell you
I'm alright.

- Please...
- Don't worry about me. Okay?

I'm fine.

I had all their friends
and relatives tapped.

Mostly rubbish, of course,
hours of inane chatter. And then this.

He was calling from somewhere near
the West German Czechoslovak border.

It's always darkest
under the candlestick.

What?

It's a proverb. Japanese originally,
I believe. Rather charming.

The phone number's unlisted, but I've
got friends in Germany tracing it.

And I have a flight booked to M�nich.

I haven't authorized that.
It may be too late already.

The Czechs have plenty of heroes
to choose from

and there aren't
that many public offices to fill.

Where was Sk�la in November?

That's when it mattered.
He wasn't there for his people.

They'll perceive that as a shortcoming.

Then we'll counter it
with something even more powerful.

And I know what.

If he's even still alive, my dear.

- No?
- Yup.

It's a lost cause now.

OK then, that's it.

Third win.
See how well you're doing?

- When you can't see it...
- I'll get you some more tea, OK?

She's still somehow strange.

But she's getting better.
And really quickly.

The baby won't go near her.
She's probably scared.

- Babies can tell when...
- Cut it out.

Now...

Rest up a little more
and you'll be healthy again.

I am healthy though, sis.
There's nothing wrong with me.

And what are your plans, then?

Are you going back home, or...
I mean, to London.

Not yet.

Comrade Novak
has a visitor at reception.

Mrs. Skalova?
Come with me please.

Sit here for a moment.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You're looking well.

I came to thank you.

Please...

We'll stay here, OK?
Have a seat.

I think my office is bugged.

I should call someone about it,
but who?

Technical support?

They're probably the ones
who bugged it.

So you're a deputy minister now.

We've got the top posts but most
of the staff are still communists.

And they know how things work.
And they know everything about us.

I really need someone
I can trust by my side.

What about you?

- Is it better?
- Yeah.

But...
I'd like to ask you for a favor.

I need to get into that Russian
military base in Ralsko.

Could you make that happen?

What?

For God's sake, why?

There's a place there I need to see.

Hanka told me what happened to you.

Hanka couldn't tell you,
because Hanka doesn't know.

No one does.

Please.

I'll try.

Thanks.

You know what makes you different
from that StB guy, Patera?

You've got better clothes
and schooling, that's it.

And that's only because you had
an English dad.

If he and your mum had stayed
in Prague instead of emigrating,

you'd have neither the clothes
nor the schooling.

Then no one could tell you apart
from the Pateras of the world.

Although, you might actually have
a higher rank with the StB.

You're obsessive enough for it.

I'll tell you something.

They arrested my mother after '48.

Not for long, just a few months.
But it was enough.

When she came home,
I hid behind the couch.

I didn't recognize her.

She'd lost three stone,
she'd gone grey.

When other children had nightmares,
their mothers would console them.

In our house,
it was the other way around.

I don't recall a single night
that she didn't scream in her sleep.

And when my father was away,
I had to console her myself.

In the end she gassed herself.

Because of StB sons of bitches like you.

Obsessive?

I'm obsessive enough, yes.

- Nice.
- I know?

But they won't talk
to you without it.

Someone from their embassy
will be waiting for you there,

a reasonable guy, they say,
a reformist.

He set it up somehow.
The soldiers wouldn't have let you in.

Thanks a lot.

- Sure I can't go with you?
- No.

Please be careful.

Vladimir Volkogonov, Soviet Embassy.

Skalova,
Ministry of the Interior.

Come on through.

Not you.
Only Ms. Skalova has access.

I want him to accompany me.
I insist.

Allowing even you in
is against all procedures.

I cannot get your escort in.
It's either-or.

Do you want to come in, or not?

If you please.

The soldiers never use this sector.

- Are you certain we're in the right place?
- Maybe the soldiers don't know about it.

So much the better.

After all, it's because of the soldiers
that you Czechs dislike us so.

During the war,
we were heroes to you,

you loved us like brothers, but now...

Now you despise us
because of soldiers.

Yes...

You want to assure yourselves
you're not afraid of us.

But you are afraid. Very much so.

What did you expect to find here,
anyway?

SCHWANDORF, WEST GERMANY

Forget it, there's no point.
This has been sanctioned.

You really thought you would get away
with something like this?

What the fuck were you thinking?

I know it was you
who gave me away to the Russians.

To get rid of me.
That didn't work out so well, did it?

Did you say Russians?

Jesus... Of course...

- Madam...
- If you've done anything to him...

Wait, wait!

Yes?

Hello. This is Smith
from the British embassy.

I've got some news about Viktor Skala.
Can I speak to his wife please?