All language subtitles for Ransom - 01x06 - Celina.SVA.English.HI.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

We're going. That's it.

Paul, it's too dangerous.

There are 1,000 of these
next-gen ceramic water filters

arriving in Kinshasa tomorrow.

If Paul and I aren't there,
200 will be lost in a warehouse,

and a further 50 will be
inspected and never returned.

And if you are there,

Mkono Wa Kifo will try to kill you.

We're only going for five days.

Julien can take of it.

You both are too important to lose.

We're not important.
The work is important.

[Cellphone vibrates, beeps]

She'll be here in a minute.

David... we really
appreciate your concern,

but we can't let
the Hand of Death scare us.

We'll stay safe.

[Car door closes]

[Giggles]

- Oh, Celina!
- [Car door closes]

Hey.

How's our baby doing?

- [Giggles]
- Let's get you inside, love.

Okay, great.

Hey, Sarah.

- Ça va?
- Paul: Hi, Celina.

[Gasps]

Oh, he's so beautiful.

What about those headaches?

Uh... no better, I'm afraid.

Well, what's the obstetrician say?

That we need to keep an eye on her.

- You should go to Africa without me.
- [Scoffs]

Oh, Sarah, they need your help
more than I do.

Listen, you've given me
my own private nurse.

How many people get that?

I feel like
I'm a Kardashian or something.

I'm just sorry for making you nervous

about all of these health complaints.

Don't ever say the "S" word again,
not after what you've done.

♪♪

Wait!

Fresh from the garden.

Dr. Sarah is prescribing
plenty of veggie smoothies.

Awesome. Thank you.

I'll make one as soon as I get home.

[Engine starts]

♪♪

[Tires squeal]

- [Tires screech]
- Whoa!

- Hey!
- [Horn honks]

[Tires screech]

[Car doors close]

♪♪

Paul: Thank God you're here.

This is my wife, Sarah.

- Hey.
- Thank you so much for coming.

This is my team...
Oliver Yates, profiler,

- Zara Hallam, security expert...
- Right.

...and my second... Maxine Carlson.

- Hi.
- Hi, there.

I-I'm... I'm sure
our insurance company told you

that the surrogate mother
of our baby, Celina Walker,

was abducted at gunpoint yesterday.

Yes, t-they let her nurse go,

but told her
if we called the police then...

Well, it would be
difficult to call anyway.

Because surrogacy is illegal in France.

We understand.

There hasn't been a demand yet,

but Noelle, the nurse,
said they would be in contact.

So you think she was taken
in order to hurt you?

Have you heard of Mkono Wa Kifo?

It's Swahili for "Hand of Death"...

an extremist insurgency group
out of central Africa.

- Not nice guys.
- Sarah: We were supposed to be

in Kinshasa today, delivering filters,

providing clean drinking water
for thousands of villagers.

Over the past few years,
the Hand of Death have

carried out vicious attacks
against our NGO...

issued threats to Sarah
and me, personally.

I have a trust fund. I'll empty it out.

Eric: But if the Hand of Death
has Celina,

the only currency
that they accept is... blood.

[Monitor beeping]

[Breathing heavily]

Hello?

Hello?!

[Voice breaking] Help!

♪♪

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Our suspects, Hand of Death,
are remorseless...

torture, beheading, rape.

Clue's in the name, huh?

So, I reached out
to our associates in Africa.

They're trying to confirm
with intermediaries

that they did, in fact, take Celina.

But you're doubtful.

I mean, these guys
are bad news, absolutely,

and they probably hate the Clarkes,

but even though they've
killed thousands locally,

they've never reached
outside central Africa.

And I had Annie skim through
the EU Border Patrol Databases.

There's no record of any suspected

Hand of Death affiliates

having entered Europe in the past year.

So... surrogacy is illegal here.

Anyone else uncomfortable with the fact

that we're working for people
who've broken the law?

That baby boy that Celina is carrying

is innocent, Maxine.

- He's our client.
- Yeah, but who even knew

that the baby belonged to the Clarkes?

They've had to been
pretty discreet about it.

Well, that's what we got
to find out and fast.

Celina's apparently been suffering

from headaches and high blood pressure

for the past month.

That's why they hired her the nurse.

Well, they're thinking pre-eclampsia.

What's that?

It's a malfunction of the placenta.

If eclampsia's confirmed,
it could kill her and the baby

if delivery isn't induced right away.

So, what's our strategy?

Well, we need to find her fast,
so we divide and conquer.

♪♪

Can you describe the men
who took Celina?

Anything could be useful, Noelle.

I was very scared.

Two men came out
of the first car, both white,

and then behind, uh... two more men.

- Black, I think.
- Can you tell me anything else...

uh... tall, short? Anything?

I have to go to work.

You can walk with me.

[Door opens]

♪♪

I can't believe this is happening.

Can you show me some of the threats

the Hand of Death have made against you?

Of course.

Oliver: How well did you know Celina?

I worked with her for a month,
since the headaches began.

Can you think of anyone who may
have wanted to harm her...

old acquaintances, an ex-boyfriend?

Did she know many people in Nice?

- I don't know. I don't think so.
- Okay, Ms. Alli, please.

Do you think there's any chance
Celina wanted to run away?

I-I don't know.

Maxine: How did you meet Celina?

She was waitressing
in our favorite bistro.

She had just arrived in the country.

We liked her, then we became friends.

She watched us go through IVF treatment,

and it's just disappointment
after disappointment.

And then, two years ago,
we had a stillbirth.

Oh, I'm sorry.

And then one night, she just...

She just told us
that she wanted to help us.

Celina had offered us a chance
to make our dreams come true.

[Voice breaking] I mean,
we took every precaution.

We got her an apartment
to keep things quiet,

did the IVF treatment in Spain,

and we hired Noelle
when she started feeling unwell.

I mean, everything to keep her safe.

Somehow, the dream's
just become a nightmare.

They left 100 of them in our offices.

They sent thousands of e-mails,
horrible photos.

Not just threats, of course.

I was there when
they fire-bombed our offices

in Kinshasa three years ago.

But, uh... nothing ever
came to your home?

No.

[Bullet thuds]

[Bell pealing in distance]

♪♪

[Dog barks in distance]

[Flashlight clicks]

Zara: I checked
through Celina's apartment.

Couldn't find much...
but that's maybe because

someone else had been through it first.

I'm guessing they were
looking for her passport

since I couldn't find it.

Maybe they're planning
on taking her somewhere.

[Cellphone rings]

Eric.

[Ringing continues]

Okay, contact.

Hello?

Man: [Distorted] Paul Clarke?

No, this is Eric Beaumont
of Crisis Resolution.

We have Celina.

Okay, and just out of interest,
who are "We"?

We're the ones who talk.
You're the ones who listen.

The Clarkes cannot go to the police

to report Celina's abduction,
but we have a solution...

$5 million in a Swiss bank account

by noon tomorrow.

Proof of life will arrive shortly.

Goodbye.

$5 million?

We can't get $5 million,
not by noon tomorrow.

[Breathing shakily]

[Monitor beeping]

Who are you? Why am I here?

Please, stay calm.
It's for you and your baby.

[Whimpering]

What are you doing?! Help!

I have to do this.

[Sobbing]

Oliver: That's proof of life.

Sarah: What have they done to her?

And this came with it.

[Keyboard clacks]

[Voice breaking] The baby!

I need some air.

[Door closes]

[Door opens]

[Ship horn blares in distance]

We should talk about this demand.

Our ransom insurance provides
up to a million dollars.

There's roughly another million
in my wife's trust.

To get to five,
we'd have to sell the house.

We can't do that by noon tomorrow.

We need to know who we're dealing with.

And it seems very unlikely
it's the Hand of Death.

Is there any light
that you could shed on it?

No.

I don't believe you, Mr. Clarke.

Why would I lie?

Well, I'm not saying
you're lying... per se,

but you are holding back.

Do you know what a person's
cognitive load is?

It's the maximum amount of information

that you can process at any one time.

Now, if you exceed it,

your brain starts shutting down
nonessential functions,

like twirling that pen
around your fingers.

It's a very simple question.

You shouldn't have to think about it.

Two weeks ago...

Celina threatened to go to the police

unless I paid her off,
said we'd never get the baby.

It came totally out of the blue.
She's not like that.

I couldn't tell Sarah.
She'd be devastated.

Why didn't you say anything before?

Celina obviously hasn't gone
and staged her own kidnapping.

Did she say what prompted her
to ask for the money?

No.

She has nothing really...

except what she makes from waitressing.

But to threaten you, Mr. Clarke,

as you say, it's... out of character.

♪♪

[Monitor beeping]

What are you doing?

I have a headache.

I need to see the doctor.

Please.

[Voice breaking] Please!

My baby could die.

Look, the Clarkes, they have money.

You have to help me.

They can give you
whatever it is that you want.

Please.

[Horn honks in distance]

Please!

[Buzzer sounds]

Oliver said she was being evasive.

Still no answer.

Yeah, Noelle's hiding something.

She may be our only link to Celina.

See if you can find her
and convince her to talk.

I'll wait here a little longer.

Okay.

Maybe try the hospital.

Celina's blood pressure has risen.

Well, that's hardly surprising.
She's under a lot of stress.

Probably 'cause
she's just been abducted.

I took a blood sample.
I can take it to the lab...

No.

No blood sample.

I won't let some
lab technician blow this.

Okay. D'accord.

But if something happens
to her or the baby,

it's not kidnapping, it's murder.

Well, just remember, if she dies,

there's just as much blood
on your hands as mine.

You're being well paid.

♪♪

[Footsteps approaching]

Good afternoon, Celina.

I'm sorry to hear
you're not feeling well.

And I'm sorry for this...
unpleasantness.

It's temporary, of course.
I don't want to harm you.

In fact, I want to take you

to a fantastic
private hospital tomorrow.

Take me there now.

Uh, let me finish.

And afterwards,
when you deliver the baby,

I want to give you
a half a million euros.

All you have to do is give up the baby.

I can't do that.

It's not your baby, Celina.
It was never meant to be.

You can always have another one.

[Sobs]

Okay. I see you're gonna need some time.

But this is a good deal I'm offering,

and the longer you resist,
the greater risk to that child.

In a few hours, you'll realize

there's really only one option here.

♪♪

Who are you?!

[Insects chirping]

[Speaking French]

[Engine starts]

[Cellphone ringing]

Zara.

Eric, we found no encrypted data

in the e-mails or proof-of-life photo.

They were scrubbed clean.

And I can't get anything
from the recording,

not even the program
used to disguise it.

I'm really hoping this is all
just preamble to the good news.

Whoever this guy is,
he's uber-professional, right?

So we started looking into
Paul's past with his charity,

and we turned up something...
pretty spicy.

I like spicy.

This is Dylan Figgis.

Oh, God.

Old pal of yours?

Uh... he's just a fixer for hire,

pretends to be legitimate.

We used his services until we found out

the truth about him.

Three years ago,

he was up before
a U.S. Senate subcommittee.

One of a litany of things
he and his company

were accused of was...
aggravated kidnapping.

- [Exhales sharply]
- He only narrowly avoided jail,

but they did strip away licenses
from his business, seize assets,

and your testimony against him
was key to that, Mr. Clarke.

Do you think he took her?

Lots of people testified
against Figgis, not just me.

He flew into Nice International Airport

four days ago.

Awfully big coincidence.

You have any way to contact Mr. Figgis?

I can ask.

Someone will have
a phone number for him.

Okay, good, but you can't pay
the $5 million demand, correct?

Not by noon tomorrow. Impossible.

But we can negotiate, Mr. Beaumont.

I can, but the success of a negotiation

usually depend on building trust
with the hostage taker.

Mr. Dylan Figgis trusts no one.

So, if he took Celina,
then how do we get her back?

Well, we'll use a strategy
called "Positionism."

Oliver: We express our position,

and we don't budge until he accepts

without any real compensation given.

But why would he agree to that?

Because there's reason to believe

Celina urgently requires
medical attention, Mr. Clarke.

And a hostage isn't worth much
to a hostage taker

if she's dead.

[Speaks French]

Merci.

Maxine: Bonjour, madam.
Parlez vous anglais?

Woman: Um... just a little.

I'm looking for Noelle Alli.
She works here part time, right?

Mm-hmm.

Do you have any idea
how I might reach her?

Oh, maybe at the lab.

Here.

Merci beaucoup.

♪♪

Hey! [Shouting in French]

[Speaks French] Noelle?

- [Speaks French]
- Okay.

Merci.

[Monitor beeping]

How is it?

[Footsteps approaching]

Lucie, may I talk to you a moment?

How was your walk? Refreshing?

We need to find out what's wrong.

No, you need to do as I tell you.

That's what I'm paying you for.

[Cellphone rings, vibrates]

Please. Feel free.

It's the blood test, isn't it?

Well...?

- She's developed eclampsia.
- [Sighs]

We need to take her to a hospital
immediately.

What's going on?

She's going to start having convulsions,

then she'll suffer a stroke
and fall into coma.

They're both going to die!

[Whimpers]

[Breathing heavily] Lucie.

[Voice breaking] Lucie, please.

Please, can you just help us?

Please?

Eric: Hey, Dylan. Now,
I know what you're thinking.

"Why are Paul and Sarah Clarke calling?"

I would introduce myself,
but we've already spoken.

Although I guess this time,
you're gonna sound a little less

like Darth Vader with a head cold.

I'm sorry. I really have no idea
what you're talking about.

You know what? You seem like
a man with expensive taste.

Have you eaten in any good
restaurants since you've been here?

It's just me and my team
are gonna need somewhere to go

right after you bring Celina back.

I... think you're confusing me
with someone else.

Listen, I'm gonna go.
I'm really very busy.

- [Beeping]
- Call location is bouncing around.

It's basically untraceable.

Now, it's not totally clear
to me yet exactly who

you and your team are working for,

but I have a message for them and you...

You have asked for $5 million.

I have a counteroffer... nothing.

- Okay...
- You know, in fact,

I'd like you to pay us
for Celina's medical treatment

and, no doubt, the therapy
it's going to take

to make sure she fully recovers

from what you've put her through.

And I'm gonna send you
the bill for that dinner

me and my friends are gonna enjoy.

Don't take too long to respond.

We both know that this is
a time-sensitive situation.

[Sighs]

[Cellphone beeps]

♪♪

Latency and timing were totally off.

It's definitely him.

I've been in a lot of negotiations,

but I've... never heard
anything like that.

Underneath the superficial cool,
he's worried.

Yeah, Figgis has a lot to lose.

Normally he's operating under
some dictator's bogus authority.

But on French soil, if he gets caught,

he'll feel the full weight of the law.

This'll force him to accelerate things.

Knock on wood, make a mistake,

that means we get Celina
and the baby back safe.

Paul: We'll leave you to your work.

Well, I think that tallies
with your theory.

Noelle was at the hospital.
I'm sure of it.

What if the diagnosis of
eclampsia has been confirmed?

She may only have hours left.

All right, see if you can find Noelle,

maybe another nurse she works with.

You two keep digging into Figgis.

He's got to be working for someone.

[Knock on door]

Oh, trying to keep busy.

That's our latest initiative
to provide safe drinking water.

We're trying to distribute them

all across Sub-Saharan Africa
eventually.

They're economic, efficient,
and environmentally friendly.

Sarah, who knew Celina
was your surrogate?

Me, Noelle, Celina, and Paul...
nobody else.

So how could Dylan Figgis
know to target her?

I have no idea. Truly.

If you want to know the truth,
I blame myself.

I presume you know that I... We...

We had a stillbirth.

I don't know if I can
explain that experience

in any meaningful way,
but the labor took 10 hours.

[Voice breaking]
And... it was difficult,

and... painful.

And when it was all over,
there was just this silence.

I've never been in a room so quiet.

So...

[Normal voice]
...when Celina volunteered...

...I mean, Paul had misgivings

for all the reasons you can imagine,

but... [Sighs]

...he knew how much I wanted that child.

So he did everything he could
to make it happen.

Must have been difficult
on your marriage.

Yes, but Paul's a great man,
and he does amazing things,

and I love him.

Unfortunately...
love's not enough, is it?

You need to really communicate

or those tiny little fissures
and cracks in a marriage...

I mean, they can...

They can grow into something
much more dangerous.

♪♪

[Cellphone beeps, dialing]

Come on. Come on.

[Cellphone rings]

[Cellphone beeps]

Why are you letting
that negotiator call me?

[Sighs] I couldn't stop him.

$5 million, by the way?
You know we don't have that.

Well, that's cheap considering

we're about to have
a dead girl on our hands.

She's got the pre...

Pre-so-bad-I-can't-even-pronounce-it.

Oh, God. That's it then.

We'll have to take her to a hospital.

I'll... I'll lose everything.

No, you won't.
She's not going to any hospital.

I can't let her die.

I'm afraid that's not your call.

I... I-I can't do this.

Well, Paul, look at this way...

at least you won't
have to change any diapers.

No, no. Listen.
We need to talk about this.

Please.

Lighthouse Bar in half an hour.

Don't make me wait.

[Click]

[Monitor beeping]

It's for seizures.

Will it stop them?

For an hour or two.

And then what?

The baby will die
if we don't go to the hospital.

I'm trying to help.

Then try harder.

♪♪

[Engine starts]

♪♪

This way. Noelle will meet us.

[Celina breathing heavily]

Okay, this way.

[Ship horn blares in distance]

[Light jazz plays]

[Gate creaks]

[Gun cocks]

[Door opens, closes]

He's not here yet, huh?

[Sighs] Man, you drove here fast.

It's lucky you brought
that phone for me to follow.

And, uh... this...

I guess this is the one you use to...

keep in touch with Mr. Figgis.

I... um...

He's probably gonna be here any second,

so why don't you start talking
before he and his friends

walk in and put a bullet
in the back of both our skulls?

Okay. You okay?

Not much further.

♪♪

Noelle?

Noelle: Yes?

It's okay. Come on. Okay?

It's a trap.

All right, I tell you what, Mr. Clarke.

How about I run through my theory,

and you just let me know whether
I'm on the right track, okay?

Look at me.

I don't believe Celina tried
to extort money from you,

not someone who would volunteer
to be your surrogate.

But something drove you
to make a deal with the devil.

So what was it?

Maybe the struggle for a baby
strained your marriage.

I mean, Celina was
an attractive presence

in your life, in your home.

She idolized you,
and one night it just happened.

It was around the time
of the IVF treatment.

Maybe she was worried it hadn't worked,

maybe she regretted what she had done.

Everything was in flux,
emotions were running high,

and you two... had sex.

That probably only happened once.

- [Glass thuds]
- And when it became clear

that she was pregnant,

she thought she could forget about it.

I mean, she was the surrogate...
nothing more, nothing less.

Celina wanted to forget
it ever happened,

but she couldn't.

What if the baby wasn't from the IVF?

What if it was from your night together?

So, she gets a DNA test,
and it's her baby...

not Sarah's.

I mean, Celina couldn't
give up her own baby,

and she couldn't let Sarah
live with the lie.

That's what she told you.
Not that she wanted money.

She told you you needed
to tell the truth to Sarah,

but you couldn't do that,
could you, Paul?

Your wife's money,

the charity you'd worked
your whole life to build...

I mean, you'd lose it all.

Dylan, he's going to be here.

Oh, yeah. Thank you. Him.

You were forced to hire a man you hate,

because you knew he could
and would clean up your mess,

convince Celina to disappear,
return the baby to Sarah,

used your wife's trust fund
to pay for his services.

But it hasn't worked out how you planed.

I mean, Figgis has gone rouge.

How much did you agree, originally?

$2 million.

Hmm. He kind of did want revenge.

$5 million would... would wipe you out.

But he thought you'd pay,
and maybe you would have.

But unfortunately, Celina
and the baby are about to die

along with those nurses
that Figgis has hired.

So decide and decide quickly.

Are you really ready
to sacrifice all those lives

to preserve your own?

♪♪

Where are we going?

Oh, getting you some help.

[Cellphone ringing]

[Cellphone beeps]

I went to the bar. Where were you?

That negotiator followed me.
I had to leave.

So he suspects you.

He can't prove anything,

but he's convinced Sarah not to pay.

What are we going to do?

[Sighs]

Oh, I'm taking care of things.

Be at the port in one hour.
I'm bringing Celina.

And also, I'm a little short on cash.

- Whatever you can spare.
- [Cellphone beeps]

[Cellphone beeps]

♪♪

[Sighs deeply]

What now?

We've got an hour.

Time for you to have a talk
with your wife.

[Door closes]

[Sighs]

Sarah, please try to understand.

[Gasps] Oh, my God!

Please.

♪♪

♪♪

[Engine revs]

Okay, look alive. Game time.

Get them on the boat.

Paul?

What's on the boat?

The answer to all our problems.

Now, have you got what I need?

200,000 euros.

That'll do... for now.

What's going to happen to them?

[Sighs] Paul...

I think you know.

Okay, go, go, go, go, go!

[Tires squeal]

[Coughing]

She's really not well. Please.

Shh.

[Tires screech]

♪♪

Dylan Figgis?

Eric Beaumont.

[Grunting]

Nice to meet you in person, finally.

You think I won't shoot?

Oh, I'm absolutely sure you would.

- Zara: Stay quiet.
- You okay?

You're wondering, "What's he doing?

Why isn't he afraid?"

You're thinking so much,
you're finding it hard to act.

You're reaching the edge
of your cognitive load.

Don't feel bad. There's a lot
of it going around.

[Coughs]

- She's really bad.
- I know.

You're wondering "Is there a sniper?

Is someone about to shoot?"

Let me spare you the suspense.
There isn't.

I don't... threaten lives. I save them.

It is my one and only priority.

- Can we go now?
- Not yet.

The basis of a negotiation is
identifying a common interest,

but you're only interest is yourself.

That narrows my options.

Luckily, what's best for you
is also what's best for Celina.

Look behind you.

Paul has very kindly signed
a written statement

outlining everything the two
of you have done together.

And then there is this.

That'll do... for now.

Paul: What's going to happen to them?

I'm not going to jail.

No. You're not.

Because when you let us take Celina,

I'm gonna let you walk away.

What, you think it's a trap? It's not.

A good negotiator never lies,
and like I told you,

saving lives is my one
and only priority.

Is she okay?

She's unconscious.

- We should bring her to the hospital
right away. - Okay.

I don't care about rest. Here. Take it.

There could be
a thousand copies of this.

And there's his statement.

This is the problem with psychopaths.

It's so hard to build trust
with you guys.

And that is why I will not
double-cross you.

If I let you go now
and sell you out later,

next time I've got
a situation like this...

and sadly, there will be a next time...

maybe they'll have heard

that Eric Beaumont
doesn't keep his word.

So an innocent person will die,
and I can't take that risk.

So drop the gun and the money
and walk away a free man.

It's a good deal, Mr. Figgis.
You should take it.

Oliver, we need an ambulance now.

Okay, the ambulance is on its way.

[Exhales sharply]

Come on.

♪♪

[Exhales sharply]

Sarah...

it might not seem like it now...

but I did it for us.

You have to believe me.

Stand up... walk out...

and never speak to me
or anyone I know ever again.

♪♪

[Sighs]

I can't believe we're letting him

and that other bastard get away.

Oh, we'll be seeing
Dylan Figgis again soon.

We'll make sure of that, all right?

But we lost.

Well, not yet we didn't.

[Door opens]

[Birds chirping]

_

[Matei Bratescot's
"Let Go Tonight" plays]

The guest of honor has arrived.

[Inhales sharply]

- [Giggles]
- [Coos]

Here we are.

- Oh.
- Oh, I'm so happy you could come.

- Me, too.
- Oh, wow.

- That's amazing.
- Thank you.

Oh, no. This is the wine for me.

Oh, don't worry. There's plenty more.

I know how to throw
a Charity Fundraiser.

We're going to get
a lot of rich people very drunk.

Speaking of,

I'm sure we can count
on your generosity, Eric.

Well, don't get your hopes up.

Dig deep. Little Eric needs
a good world to grow up in.

Eric?

♪ You'll feel lost anywhere,
and still you don't care ♪

Really?

♪ You will find if you dare ♪

No, his name's Sebastian.

[Laughter]

Oh.

Great, You invite me to speak
at your charity function,

- then lampoon me. Open the wine.
- ♪ Why don't you fear the end? ♪

Give me that baby.

♪ Do your thing and pretend ♪

♪ Let's go tonight ♪

- He wants to negotiate.
- That's what we do.