All language subtitles for The.Rook.S01E06.XviD-AFG

Previously on The Rook...

The Lugat
have never come after

a serving Checquy officer,
and then out of nowhere,

they come for you.

We didn't step into
Rook Thomas's world,

I assure you...
she stepped into ours.

You sabotaged the panic lines.

You're suspended
until further notice.

So what's the big secret,
Myfanwy?

I have the boy.
His name is Nazim.

And he said
he knew Marcus.

I followed Myfanwy.
She's found the target.

Now she's with the
American waiting for someone.

I know all about you.
Marcus told me everything.

You're fucking lying.

Myfanwy is my sister,
and I'm gonna get her back.

Run.
Run!

Bring them all in.
Myfanwy and the boy, too.

Please, wait!

Myfanwy Thomas,
you've been subject

to search and seizure and
detained for insubordination

and collusion with enemies
of the state.

Physical
evidence supports these claims.

As a member of
a British Secret Service,

the right to silence
is denied.

You understand you haven't been
formally charged with a crime.

Oh, how kind of you.

Doesn't quite
seem real, does it?

Finding ourselves here.

The first moment I saw you
at that hospital,

I turned to Linda and I said,
"Imagine such incredible power

in such a fragile package."

At the time,
I was referring to your youth.

Not your psyche.

But now... now I see
that you are driven

by something... darker.

What is it?
Anger, resentment?

It's the only explanation
for why you would betray us.

Myfanwy, what were
you thinking?

Sheltering a known EVA target?
Colluding with the Lugat?

I was not sheltering
or colluding.

A frightened kid showed up
and asked for my help,

- and I helped him.
- If you wanted to help him,

you would have
brought him in.

But instead you arranged
a meeting... with whom?

I don't know,
because Gestalt showed up

before I could
fucking find out.

But it was with the Lugat?

I don't know.
Maybe.

Maybe not.

Look, I know that this
all looks bad.

What it looks like...

is conspiracy
against your own agency.

Gestalt saw you
with its own eyes.

Myfanwy,
start from the beginning.

- At the beginning of what?
- A polite reminder...

you are a member
of the service.

You do not have the right
to silence.

I'm more than happy
to tell you everything I know.

But I'm afraid the story
doesn't go back very far.

The night
of the bridge incident,

my memory was wiped clean.

Ordinarily, that would sound
like a convenient excuse.

Well,
it hasn't been convenient for me at all.

Ask Farrier.
She'll tell you.

I would prefer to consult
a more, uh,

reliable source...
your subconscious.

This won't take long,
but I'll need you to relax.

And remain calm.

Monica,
where the fuck are you?

Do you know this man?

Yeah.

How do you know him?

He's a friend.

Geologists now say that global...
are likely to be 1.5...

If the vote splits the way
we all know it will,

it's gonna be a bloodbath.

Be thankful
you're not the PM.

Yeah, I am thankful.

Today.

But when the air clears...
touch wood...

I think I'm in the right place
for consideration.

Good for you.

...shift in the polar vortex

the consequences are wide
ranging and devastating.

If you're just
joining us this morning,

the bomb squad have responded
to reports of an explosion

in the vicinity of Greenwich.

However, no explosion
has been identified.

What did you hear?

The sound was physical.

I could feel it in every bone
in my body.

Like a sonic boom.

Linda Farrier is here
to see you, ma'am.

And they have
not yet released

any formal statement,
but are in the process

of questioning bystanders,

several at
Queen Elizabeth Hospital,

where it is still unclear
what injuries...

What's your name?

Myfanwy Thomas.

And where are you from,
Myfanwy?

My file tells me Horsham.
Am I right?

Yes.
Yes, you're right.

And... how long have you
been with the Checquy?

I honestly don't know.

Tell me about the boy.

You said he came to your door.

I don't know how
he knew to find me,

but he did.

And what did he say?

He said he knew who I was.

And that he was hired
by an American, Marcus Kevler,

to wipe my memory.

I knew Monica
would be interested,

so I asked for her help.

And then?

And then it all went wrong.

I just wanted to know what
happened that night

at the bridge.

How did I know
to leave myself options.

What options?

Well, I gave myself
two options.

Box one, stay at the Checquy.

Box two, run.

I chose to stay.

I found this
in your safe deposit box.

Myfanwy, would you...
look into this screen for me?

As you can see,
it's you.

And me.

Um...

I'm not gonna lie
and say it doesn't hurt

that you've chosen
a fresh start.

Large part
of me wanted you to stay

and fight for the answers
that... that we deserve.

But, um, I don't blame you.

If your memory
is completely lost,

I can understand
you're eager to make new,

better memories.

But for reasons
that no longer matter,

I'm afraid you're unable
to travel freely.

If you go to the airport,
you'll be arrested

before you get to duty free,
so, um,

I'll have arranged
to have you

smuggled out of the country.

It'll be dangerous
and unpleasant.

Call the only number
in the phone.

And, um, and
the person that answers

has agreed to help.

Ticket's already paid.

As you no longer need me,
this is good-bye.

And... good luck.

I hope you find the peace
you deserve.

While it is true
that the Lugat

are experts
in smuggling EVAs,

it was foolish of you
to approach them.

I can't excuse your actions
over the past 24 hours,

but I promise you
I will find who did this.

I know who did it.

Farrier.

Linda?
How do you know?

Nazim.

He knew who she was.

She's been covering
for everything.

The bridge.
My memory.

All of it.

And you would testify
to this?

Why wouldn't I?

It's the truth.

Turn the camera on.

You said
you wanted it off.

Explicitly.

Well, now I want it on.

You've heard
about the park.

Yeah, I-I was surprised
you felt the need

to go that far
to remind us of your power.

I know how much
it takes out of you.

I'm fine.

Over the years I've found ways
to prepare myself.

It was meant as more
than a reminder.

It's also leverage.

- Leverage?
- Mm-hmm.

The Checquy wants the target,
and I want my job.

So I'm holding him safe
in my custody.

He is one of

the greatest assets
I've ever seen.

He is capable of reaching
deep into our memories

and erasing them selectively.

I'm sorry to say that sounds
even more dubious than usual.

Well, I've consulted
with Dr. Rao,

and he's explained it to me.

Memories are so malleable,

so closely entwined
with our emotions,

they're like...
molten glass,

open to change each time
we revisit them

or under
the right conditions,

shattered completely.

Nazim is able to generate
a magnetic force

that disrupts the memory
transmission in the brain.

And with
the proper training,

it can be honed
to a scalpel's edge,

dissecting neuron from neuron.

The possibilities
for this agency are endless.

Reinstate me immediately.

O-or what?

What?

You'll sell him to the Russians
or to the Chinese?

Bill him as
the memory assassin?

I know you, Linda.

This is bullshit.

I'm calling
your bluff.

I won't sell him.

But I will let him go.

Perhaps drop him off on
the steps of the "Daily Mail".

"Telegraph."

That won't happen.

Public exposure
is a growing threat.

Yes.

Look at history.

The death of our secrecy
is inevitable.

I mean, it happened
to MI5 in '89.

And MI6 and GCHQ in '94.

We're next.

Right now might not be
the best timing for you.

I don't believe in inevitable.

I have confidence
we'll steer this ship.

"We", meaning Conrad?

Ah, you're right.

He's certainly capable
of steering from behind.

After all those years
of separation,

I did wonder if it
was just coincidence,

the way he charmed himself
back into your good graces

just days after
you'd got this job.

I wonder if, uh,
you'd thought about that, too.

To the youngest,
the most... wait, wait.

The most deserving
Deputy Director

in agency history.

- Ah.
- To you.

Vodka candles?

Kind of reminds me of Irkutsk.

Except we're not in a bunker,
and it's not 20 below.

Admit it.

You're gonna miss the field.
I know I will.

And why would you miss it?

There's an associate spot open
in Acquisitions.

I'm applying.

Seriously?

Just finished the application.
40 fucking pages.

But it's a desk job.

- Yeah.
- Zero field.

What's a hunter-tracker
gonna do in a cubicle?

Hunt for spelling mistakes?
Track quarterly spending?

I don't know.

I'm not kidding.

You should stay in the field.

You... you love the field.

You... your training,
skill set... field.

- Field, I know.
- Right.

This keeps me here
in Washington.

Unapply.

Honestly, it's...
it's a huge mistake.

- Come on.
- I mean, seriously, you know,

I can help you...
I can take your name

off the list when it comes
through my office, and I...

Listen to me.
Listen to me. Hey.

These past few months,
hopping around the world

with you,
I've never been so happy.

And it is not the missions
or the field work that I love.

It's...

You.

I'm... What's happening
right now?

I'm telling you
that I love you.

Okay, yeah, I got that,
and, um...

Yeah, you should stop.

I love you.

It's okay, you don't...
you don't have to say it back.

Oh, no, it's not, um...

God, shit.

Uh...

When I say shit it's because,
um...

What I mean to say is, uh...

You know,
of course I love you, too.

You do?

Yeah.

So, turns out
I'm not a traitor.

Oh, come on. Aren't you
happy to be wrong about that?

I'm sorry this happened
to you.

I'm sure it was terrifying.

Yeah, I wanted
to tell you.

You had opportunities.

Doesn't matter now.

Robert.

Get out.

I kept asking you
if you were all right...

and you just kept lying
and lying to my face.

I was scared and Farrier
told me not to talk.

Since when do you
do anything Farrier says?

Since I woke up a blank,
okay?

And I didn't know
if I could trust you.

I never gave you
a reason not to.

How would I know that?

Instinct.
Inference.

It didn't take you long to
figure out we have a history.

Well, you were pretty
fucking forward about that.

And you played along.
You manipulated everyone.

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

Because I didn't want
to give myself away.

And I do feel
something for you.

I just don't know what
that something is.

The truth is,
all I really know

is what's happened
the past five days.

That's how long our history is.

Our history is five days long.

Sorry, um...

Sorry.

But that is the truth.

Everything about you
is strange and unfamiliar,

and I'm not talking about the
one mind, four bodies thing.

It's because I don't know you.

At all.

I don't know you, either.

Nazim, where are you?

It's Myfanwy.

Hi.

To the youngest,
the most deserving Deputy...

Wait, one more thing.

Most deserving Deputy Director
in agency history.

To you.

Vodka candles?
Reminds me of Irkutsk.

Except we're not in a bunker,
and it's not 20 below.

Yeah.

Come on, admit it.
You're gonna miss the field.

I know I will.

Why would you miss it?

There's an associate spot
open in Acquisitions.

I'm applying.

Seriously?

It's a desk job.

It's zero field.
You'll hate it.

Well, that's my call to make,
isn't it?

Actually, it's not.

You're a triple one-A,
field-ops only.

You're gonna throw
classifications at me?

I'm not throwing
anything at you.

It's a fact.
You belong in the field.

You're a tracker.

And you're a director with
the power to change that.

Bump me down to office duty.

It's been two days
on my new job.

Do you not want me
in your department?

- Oh, my God, it's not that.
- Then what's the issue?

It's not...
We didn't ask for the check.

Oh, I'm sorry,
my mistake.

No, no, it's fine.
I'll take it anyway.

Monica, listen to me.

These past few months hopping
around the world with you,

I've never been so happy,

and it's not because
I've loved the missions

or the field work.

It's you.

- What?
- I love you.

Oh, my God,
you can't just say that.

- Yes, I can. I love you.
- No, you can't.

Because we're in the middle
of an argument.

Stop.

Oh, my fucking shit.
Seriously?

Well, I love you, too.

I don't know why,

but I do.

Hi.

I've been waiting for this
moment for so long.

Now I'm not really sure
what to say.

How do I know you are
who you say you are?

I'm Bronwyn Thomas.

- Your sister.
- So you say.

But people seem
to lie around here.

I'm not lying.

I can show you some ID.

Anyone can fake an ID.

My office does it
all the time.

I'll explain everything.
Just please come inside.

No, I want you
to explain it now.

The Checquy is a prison.
It's a fucking cult.

They kidnapped you.

They isolated you
from your family,

your friends,
from anyone

in the outside world
until you believed

all of their insane lies.

They turned you into
one of their drones.

Oh, Myfanwy,
please don't walk away.

I only want
to help you.

I'm your family.

Your real family.
All that's left of it.

Just give me a chance
to show you.

Where's Monica staying?

A hotel in Soho, I believe.

Which hotel?

No idea.
Why do you ask?

That's not your concern.

No need to be rude.

Conrad
wants us to debrief her.

Thank you.
That wasn't hard, was it?

Can we talk to you
for a moment?

Alone.

Did you know about Myfanwy?

Did she tell you?

Did she fucking tell you?

She didn't have to.

I knew.

Not exactly what happened,
but that there was something.

- There were signs.
- What signs?

However much she trusts me,
Myf would never let me make

major departmental decisions.

But lately all of that control?

Right out the window.
You know what I mean?

Look, don't blame yourself.

I'm talking about things
you'd only see

if you really knew her well.

No...

I didn't...
I did... I didn't mean...

Mint tea.

With marshmallows.
It's your favorite.

I wouldn't know.

Mom and Dad left me
the house when they died.

But I've never really come
back here till recently.

How'd it happen?

A car crash...
is the official story.

But ultimately the Checquy
killed them.

How?
Ran them off the road?

No.

Dad was drunk driving.

And he hit a tree.
But it was the Checquy's fault.

After your
EVA manifested,

they took you away from us.

They literally abducted you
from a hospital.

It ripped
our family apart.

How'd they get away
with that?

They do it
all the time.

Like you said,
the Checquy can manipulate

computer records,
generate documents in a blink.

They don't always
need proof.

They just steal children
and get away with it.

Surely there would be
public outcry.

Oh, there is.
But it all gets washed away.

There's no way that we can
organize to get attention.

They have people
to shut that down, too.

They suppress news.

They blackmail people
if they speak out.

They throw them into
secret jails if they have to.

Farrier had me in solitary
confinement all week.

No rights.

No contact with
the outside world.

It sounds paranoid,
but you know I'm right.

You know what your
agency is capable of.

Mom and Dad
were unable

to regain parental rights,
and it wrecked them.

Mom was so depressed,
she couldn't get out of bed.

And dad drank.

What about legal recourse?

Sue an agency that
doesn't exist?

Right.

I was 16.
I could have run away.

Mmm. They have ways
of helping you along.

They isolate you.
They tell you lies.

It's all the standard
breakdown-rebuild tactics

that cults use.

They probably told
you that Mom and Dad

stopped wanting to see you.

And I'm sure that
they confiscated

all the letters I wrote.

You likely thought
that we all stopped caring

and you had no choice
but to attach yourself

to your new family...
the Checquy.

It isn't your fault.

You were just trying
to survive.

You must have been pretty young
when this happened.

12.

I was too young to
fully understand at the time,

but I knew
that it felt wrong.

There was nothing
I could do back then.

I was completely helpless.

You idiot.
Stupid fucking moron.

How did you not see it?
How did you not know?

How would anyone know?

Well, it all makes
sense now.

So obvious.

Yeah, a memory wipe
is entirely obvious.

She didn't tell you.
She lied.

- Can you blame her?
- Yes, I can blame her.

You have every right
to be angry.

Though what kind of asshole
mistakes brain trauma

for feelings?

The person who had those
feelings is gone.

Dead.

Don't say dead.
She isn't dead.

She never trusted you.

- Bitch.
- We hate her.

You don't hate her.
You love her.

You don't hate her.
You should.

You'll never hate her.

You talking to yourself?

What do you want?

Monica's staying at the
Bondsbury on Broadwick Street.

Wasn't trying very hard
to keep it a secret.

Took me less than five minutes
to figure it out.

You're welcome.

To the youngest,
most deserving Deputy Director

in agency history.

Do you not even want me
in your department?

- Oh my God, it's not that.
- Then what is the issue?

It's just... just it's not
the right job for you.

Okay, let's be clear.
It's not a job.

- You can quit a job.
- This thing again?

What we do is indentured
servitude,

conscription for an entire
fucking lifetime.

You know,
as long as we're hunted,

sold, and enslaved,

we don't really have the option
of working at Denny's.

That's right.
So instead we're imprisoned

by our government
or someone else's.

Imprisoned, Marcus?

Seriously, look around.
You're in a bar, not a cell.

Okay?
The door's right over there.

I know where the exits are.

You think there's some kind of
like EVA utopia?

That's great.
Go look for it.

You'll be dead in a year.

Well, your freedom's better
than a lifetime in captivity.

Are you fucking kidding me?
We didn't ask for the check.

Oh.
I'm sorry.

- No, no
- BRONWYN: My mistake.

Fine, we'll take it anyway.
Thank you.

You know what?
We didn't ask for the check.

Oh, I'm sorry.
My mistake.

No, no, no. It's fine.

What?

You need to come
in and debrief.

It's protocol.

Well, sorry.
Bad timing.

I'm taking a personal day.

A test aircraft
re-entry at RAF Northolt

caused a sonic boom that echoed
in the center of London

due to the rare
acoustic phenomenon

known as echolocasia.

Echoco-what?

You made that up.

Well, yeah.
I make it all up.

Well, come on.

- It's good, isn't it?
- Yes, it is.

It's already got its own
Wikipedia page

and multiple online entries

in the "British Journal
of Science."

I-I-I'm so sorry to interrupt.

Not at all.
Wulff was just...

Just on my way to the shredder.

By way of Conrad's lap?

Excuse me.

Can I help you
with something?

Um, I'm, uh, reconsidering my
position on Linda's leadership.

I don't understand.

Well, okay.
Uh...

I've decided I've been
too harsh laying blame.

T-things happen.

This agency will continue
to face...

I... I have information
that I think...

I'm not finished.

Challenges in the future
much like what happened today

in the park.

You know, Linda clearly
outwitted all of you

with her... bizarre ability

to willfully flatten
the competition.

One might say she
attacked civilians.

Oh, grow up Conrad.
Eardrums heal.

T-this soft-hearted
approach to leadership

is precisely the reason
you'll never be king.

I'm reinstating Linda.

If you have further questions,
keep them to yourself.

I do believe I have something
that you may want to see,

Home Secretary.
Linda was behind all of this.

According to Nazim,
Linda Farrier ordered my trade

to an unknown agent
only after she'd ordered

my memory to be wiped.

And after
the exchange failed?

After it failed,
she showed up on my doorstep

unannounced and destroyed
my clothing, the one I wore.

Tampering with evidence.

...and led me back
to Apex House

where I was expressly ordered
to hide my condition

during the briefing
and subsequent investigation.

Fucking hell.

I know you think I might be
happy about this.

Oh.

But in reality,
far from it.

It pains me greatly to see
this agency fractured.

Plus I feel
personally betrayed.

Linda and I worked

- shoulder to shoulder.
- That's nasty.

Side by side
while she lied to me.

Look, it's beyond incompetence.
Oh, it-it's criminal

Bordering on treasonous.

Look, I know
it's a lot to take in.

And the decision is yours.

Will you stop mansplaining and
let me watch the fucking tape?

Now when you
were at Apex House that day,

who was there?

Um, I met Claudia
in the corridor.

Don't know who she was,
but she told me

something serious had happened
and then I was introduced

to Monica Reed.

I can't even come
in here anymore.

It's too sad.

I used to live
in terror that you'd one day

want your own space
and move to the attic.

Did we get along?

I drove you crazy sometimes.

But it's just because
I idolized you.

Her name's Rebecca.

You had her since your
second birthday.

Mom tried to send her
to you at Glengrove

when they took you away.

You're not allowed anything
that reminds you of home.

This...

All of this,
it means nothing.

Don't say that.

It's true.

I don't know you.
I don't know this life.

That is what they want
you to think.

That's how they trap you.

But you can get out.

There are EVAs
living free in the world.

Got normal jobs,
families, friends.

Not brainwashed into

a life of government
servitude and violence.

They have you taking
beta-blockers, right?

The drug,
it's to dull your emotions.

To trick you into thinking that
life in captivity is normal.

To stop you from feeling
the fury that you deserve

because you should
feel furious, Myf.

Your life can be so much
better than this.

Let me help you.

It's not that I don't
believe you.

It's that I don't know
what to believe.

But you'd think if I was
in a place

that I was supposed to be,
I'd feel something.

A connection.

But I don't.

I'm sorry.
You're a stranger to me.

You know that's
not fucking true.

We're sisters.

We can start over.

Not even if I wanted...

I've got
some friends.

They can help us hide.

They can craft an exit strategy
and new identities for us.

Stay there.
I'm just gonna get my phone.

We have a group chat.
I'll show you.

I'll be right back.

Myf!
Myf!

Myfanwy!

You okay?

I have to go.

Come on, wait.

Hey, what are you doing?

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

This has been so helpful.

Myfanwy, don't go!
You're not safe alone!

I can help you!

Myfanny! Myfanny, please!

You shouldn't chase me.

Maybe you shouldn't run.

Hey.

I don't want it.

Sure you do.

You know you can't make me
come with you.

If you want to leave,
you'd be leaving.

Might as well have a drink.

It's what we're
trained to do, right?

Observe, anticipate,
fill in the blanks?

That woman in the park.

I've seen her before.

I couldn't think of where,

and it was just fucking
driving me crazy.

But now I realize.

It was in D.C. with Marcus.

This one night
I thought was all

about my promotion
and the two of us.

But she slipped him
a note right in front

of my fucking face.

Which means they were
working together.

Which means
he was never a vulture.

He's part
of the resistance.

They played me.

And I was their target.

Now I question
everything.

Not just him.
But about myself.

I get it.

Sometimes we only see
what we want to see.

Do you all feel that?

Do you all have the same
physical experience?

Close your eyes.

Why?

Just do it.

Where do you feel that?

My right hand.

Not your left?

No.

How about now?

My wrist.

Not your knee?

No.

My shoulder.

Not the back of your neck?

Oh, great.
You're still here.

Now's not a good time.

Okay, I... I know that I've been
a narcissistic shit

and what I said earlier was
rude and not exactly true.

I think the fact
that you lie

has been well
established by now.

Okay, look, I...
I understand why you're angry.

But something happened today.

I got these flashes
and memories

all tied to an intense emotion.

Not now, please.

Please, please.
Let me finish.

The intensity of it,
it reminded me

of being with you.

And I thought if
we start with that,

then maybe I can remember.

Please take me somewhere
we used to go.

A... a restaurant,
coffee shop,

or maybe I can go
to your house.

I... I want to remember
what we had.

I have to try.

Myfanwy.

What's going on?

d Pajamas a hairbrush
new shoes and a case d

d I said to my
reflection d

d Let's get out of
this place d

d Passed the church
and the steeple d

d The laundry
on the hill d

d The billboards
and the buildings d

d Memories of it still d

d Keep calling and
calling but forget it all d

d I know I will

d Tempted by the fruit
of another

d Tempted but the truth
is discovered

What's been going on
now that you have gone

There's no other

It's time I told you
everything.

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