All language subtitles for Absentia.S02E06.WEBRip.x264-ION10

FBI GUARD:
The prisoner transport
started according to plan.

Mills was shackled,
wrists and ankles.

Did you see anything
in the rearview mirror?

A flash of movement.

He was out of the vehicle
before I could even brake.

REX: Don't move.

Turn around.

Gun.

Put this on.

Turn around and get
on your knees, Agent.

The cargo vehicle
slammed on its brakes,
so we did, too.

I had just initiated
emergency protocol

when Wolfe rolled out
of the van.

Mills.
Excuse me?

You saw Tyler Brandon Mills
roll out of the back
of the vehicle.

I have witness statements
from other members
of the team

detailing Mills' escape.

Maybe we should
fast forward
to your takedown.

[SIGHS] Yeah.

[STAMMERS] Maybe...

Maybe you should
tell me what the hell's
going on here.

Tyler Brandon Mills,
terrorist and criminal
mastermind,

was able to escape
an armed transport convoy.

The team leader
of said convoy
pursued Mills on foot.

When Mills attacked,

the team leader was forced
to neutralize him.

Yeah. We both know
what happened out there.

Rex Wolfe killed Mills.
Then he ran.

He got the drop on me.

After that, Wolfe...
No.

As far as
the public is concerned,

Rex Wolfe does not
and cannot exist.

Is this because
I screwed up?

Or are you just covering
your own ass?

It's neither.
[SIGHS]

It's orders. HQ.

Look, this way you get
to be a hero.

No. I get to be a liar.

Well, Nick, as your friend,
I would suggest
you take the win.

And if I don't?

Then as your boss,
I will tell you,
it's not a suggestion.

It's an order.

[SIGHS]

RECEPTIONIST:
Your rooms are
on the third floor.

I'll fetch you a bellman.

Oh, no. We're good.
Thank you.

As you wish.
Enjoy your stay
in Moldova.

Thank you. Ms. Vanek.

JULIANNE: We suspect
Rex Wolfe is laying low

in a breakaway territory
in eastern Moldova.

This area is heavily
dependent on contraband
and drug running,

and unfortunately,
the U.S. has
no intelligence

or diplomatic presence there.

So it's just you two.

We've set up backstopped
cover identities for you.

Emily, you're Sasha Vanek,
a steel company magnate

looking to expand operations
into Eastern Europe.

Cal, you're Mitchell Taylor,
her head of security.

No.

JULIANNE: Your covers
will allow you to talk to
private military contractors

in the guise of
establishing a security
presence for your company.

The trade council's
having a gala,

and tapping into the
network of oligarchs
and their PMC-hired muscle

should bring you one step closer to Rex Wolfe.

Not even the government
knows your true identities.

You have zero jurisdiction.
And no backup.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

So we got
the test results back.

Unfortunately,
your miscarriage
wasn't by chance.

You have a condition
called obstetric APS.

That, and the uterine
scar tissue buildup

from the D&C puts you
at extreme risk for
recurrent miscarriages.

What does that mean
for the future?

It means you may not
ever be able to carry
a child to term.

There's IVF, surrogacy,

options that I can talk you
through now or
at a later date...

Ms. Vanek.

I'm Sergei Derkach,
Lead Trade Attache.

Let me be the first
to welcome you.

EMILY:
Nice to meet you.

I'm looking forward
to learning more about
setting up shop

in your beautiful country.

And there will be
plenty of time
to discuss business,

but right now,
you must try
our local Divin.

It's like cognac,
but don't tell
the French, far superior.

[SPEAKS ROMANIAN]
Cheers.

[IN ENGLISH]
Your guard is free to relax

with his colleagues
in the smoking lounge.

I assure you,
there is nowhere safer
than within these walls.

Let me introduce you
to a friend of mine.

SERGEI: Is it good?
EMILY: Yeah, it's delicious.

[SOFT CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

And, of course,
my bank has very
favorable arrangements

for our American customers.

Moving that kind
of currency,

you must have
an impressive
security force.

Mmm. Absolutely, yes.

So, how did you
set it up?

It's a private
military company.

They can deploy rapidly.
Uh-huh.

They're cost effective.

You didn't hear it
from me, but...

Nightwatch.

Nightwatch?

I hate to interrupt,
but there is someone

Ms. Vanek just has to meet.
Oh, yes. Excuse me.

You can't let that
old fool monopolize
your time.

[CHUCKLES]

SERGEI: Mr. Jeffries,
CEO of Landsman Oil.

Ms. Vanek
of El Toro Steel.

Hello.

Pleasure to meet
a fellow ex-pat.

Well, just
in the scouting
stages right now.

It's an odd part
of the world.

I mean, they still
have minefields.

Really?
Yeah.

Well then,
I will tread carefully.

You better. [LAUGHS]

I mean,
this whole security gig,

it's okay, but holding
my lady's makeup bag

wasn't exactly
what I had in mind

when I left the service,
you know?[LAUGHING]

Yeah, definitely beats, uh,
security in Burundi
during the elections, bro.

I work for Pandys.

Just one interrogation

nets more than six months
working for the coca farms.

Yeah. So you never
served, right?No.

Well, I started out
on the blue line.

The Lebanon border?
CAL: Yeah.

Where?

Zar'it. 2006.
The Baram Brigade.

I had friends
over there.

You can ignore
those clowns.

You should talk
to my guys.

No.
[LIGHTER CLICKS]

And why is that?

I'll get a finder's fee.
You'll keep
the bragging rights.

And what's so good
about your shop?

A couple of years back,
I was ambushed

in a remote corner
of the Helmand Province,

a place even your Marines
are afraid to tread.

Yeah. Yeah, I've
been there. I got
no desire to go back.

Mmm-hmm. So you know,
I'm laying down cover fire,
but I'm done for.

Then out of nowhere,
a helicopter swoops in
and saves my ass.

Nightwatch.
They are the last word
in this thing we do.

If you are serious.

Yeah. There's no cell service
in Helmand, so how'd
they find you?

Here comes
the good part.

[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Would you like to dance?

Yes.

I never see you
before tonight.

I just got into town.
Where are you from?

The U.S.

And what do you think
of my country?

I think it's beautiful.

Not all of it,
I promise.

MAN: Yana!

[ARGUING INDISTINCTLY]

Hey.

An American with Wolfe's
training is a premium

in the local PMC market.
Which one?

Every PMC in the world
has a piece of this place.

Well, I've heard
of a place we should
check out

when we're
through here.

It's where all the mercs
hang out.

Hey!

Just remember
why we're here.

NICK: [ON CELL PHONE] El Toro, this is Mr. Cosgrove.

Hey, so we found out
about a few of the
majors in the area.

One's called Pandys,

and then there's
another one
called Nightwatch.

I'm into it.

Neither is ringing
any bells,

but these places
change names more often
than P. Diddy.

Yeah. I think that was
a few names back,
Mr. Cosgrove.

Mr. Cosgrove is
a criminally uncool
soccer dad.

Give him a break, Sasha.

And how is young
Master Cosgrove holding up?

Good.

I told him you were
on a training exercise.

And he still
wants to know
that you're safe.

Are you? Safe?

Yeah. Uh, call me

when the local sales
figures come in.

Okay, bye.

Don't let them write
your history for you.

Hey. I decided to
come home for lunch.

Alice?

You all right?

Uh, guys?
When's the lunch?

Now.
Go wash your hands.

We can talk later.
NICK: All right.

Everyone's talking
about you taking out
Tyler Brandon Mills.

You're famous, Dad.

I was just doing my job.

Did you kill him
with one shot?

Or did he keep running,
and you had to
pump him full of bullets?

How many shots
did it take?

Dad, tell me!

He died quickly.

Did his blood
get all over you?

Flynn.
You're awesome, Dad.

He didn't
stand a chance.

[CUTLERY CLATTERS]
That's enough.

You need to just
let me eat, okay?

Just let me eat,
for Christ sakes.

[PLATES CLATTER]

I'm done.

He's excited.

He and his friends,
they admire you.

Look, I get it,
being forced
to take a life.

Maybe talking to
a professional could help.

I'm not
one of your clients.

Well, maybe I wouldn't
have to play counselor

if you'd get
some help instead of
repressing everything

under this
Captain America facade.

You're not the only one
with problems.

You can't begin
to understand.

Screw you, Nick.

[PHONE BUZZING]

[SIGHS]

If Rex Wolfe isn't here,
these guys will know
where he is.

Stay close to me
and keep a low profile.

HOLT:
I recognize that voice.

Cal? Cal Isaac!
It's really you!

Of all the gin joints
in all the world, if it
ain't my favorite square...

Holy shit,
Holt Thompson,
you old...

That was for Yemen.

Now we're even.
Okay.

Welcome to my joint.

Sasha.
Sasha. Holt.

First round's on me.
Thank you.

Come on, idiot.
[SIGHS]

If you wanna see
the downstairs
to your upstairs, Sasha,

you came
to the right place.

So what are the odds
that the two of you would
meet here of all places?

Guys like us don't become
Walmart greeters
when we retire.

If you want to keep
your hand in the game
on an elite level,

there's only
a few places to go.

Hmm.

Why Moldova?

Well, after
it went sideways,

I knew
a white picket fence
wasn't in the cards.

Hmm.

Did my time
as PMC muscle.With who?

A place I thought
I left behind,

but they opened up
a branch right here
in my corner of paradise.

Nightwatch.

Yeah, I've heard
good things.

If you like, Big Brother
watching your every move
24 hours a day.

It wasn't for me.

Oh. Wicked.

Oh, I am. Believe me.

What does this do?

It was a chip.

They implant GPS trackers...

To monitor you on missions.

Access buildings,
charge your lunch tab.

I could
use one of those.

You gotta give it back
when you split though,

along with your company car,
tape dispenser.

CAL: That's a small price
to pay to get in
with a shop like that.

Look, don't worry, it's...

I'm not telling tales
out of school.

Ms. Vanek knows
I'm looking
for new challenges.

Not until you find
a suitable substitute
though, right?

Yeah.

I thought you were
looking to go straight,

leave the black bag jobs
to creeps like me.

CAL: Yeah. No,
I tried civilian life.

Had me climbing the walls.

You know how it is.

So, Nightwatch.
You got an in?

Not for a minute.

I'm on the acquisitions
side these days.

If you really want in,

you gotta talk
to the big-time
company men.

MAN: You can go to hell!

[GLASS BREAKS]

Excuse me.
EMILY: Yeah.

[MEN GRUNTING]

[SIGHS]
So much for keeping
a low profile.

Yeah. Well, he has
no idea I'm Bureau.

He knows your real name.

Half the guys in here
are working under an alias.

And what if he looks
into my cover?

I don't think it's your cover
that he's interested in.

I don't care
what you think.

Focus on the job.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING
INDISTINCTLY]

Mrs. Vanek.

So what have you got?

I did some digging
on Tydeus Tech.

They went bust
about five years ago,

but their assets were
picked up by Nightwatch.

Yeah, I've been hearing
a lot about them lately.

Australian Security
Intelligence

just sent me
a photo of Rex Wolfe

with the CEO of Tydeus.

That sounds like
a valuable asset.

We're conferencing
in one of his
associates right now.

You have company?
Uh-huh.

A merc?
Yeah.

Buy you a drink?

Yeah. I'd like that.

What's your pleasure?

Pappy's.

[SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[IN ENGLISH] I'm Sasha.
Jacques.

Looks like
you lost your date.

Shall we?
Yes.

You need to
savor it. Slowly.

No.

You take it in all at once.

Is that the French way
with bourbon?

[CHUCKLES] That's my way
with everything.

What's a woman like you
doing in this shithole?

What do you mean?
I mean...

[WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY]
[LAUGHS]

You're very sure of
yourself, aren't you?

Yeah. For good reason.

This is my security.

Oh.
Yeah.

Security is for little boys.

I do a dirty job.

I like to balance it with...

Well, better if I show you.

I'd like that.

CAL: Dirty job, huh?

What's so dirty about
an escort duty for
the Moldovan glitterati?

I don't babysit,
pretty boy.

I was a guest
at the palace.

CAL: Really?

And I bet you've got
the chip to prove it.

You're Nightwatch, right?

So do they pay a bonus
for TS/SCI?

What's TS/SCI? Hmm?

Top Secret
Security Clearance.

And I have
the highest possible.

I need, uh,
some more privacy
and stimulation.

Okay.
Come.

Hey.

Hello?

[EXCLAIMS] Wait!

Please! Wait!

Wait.

Wait? Wait for what?

EMILY: Slow... Slow down.

Why?
Hold it. Hold on, hold on.

I don't like it like this.
I don't like it.

[SPEAKING FRENCH] Shut up.

I'm going to fuck you
right now
you understand.

Please, just... No!

If you scream I'll kill you.

Okay.
[IN ENGLISH] Yeah.

Okay.

Hey! [PANTING]

You guys, you guys,
let me buy your bike.

I have money.

Here.

And your jacket,
please.

Shit.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Are you hurt?

No. We're going
to Nightwatch.

You don't waste any time.

[BEEPING]

So where would
the monitoring room be?

Their GPS and comms room
are gonna be hidden
and reinforced.<

I can't tell you
where the room is, but a guy
as heavy as your boy Jacques,

he'd have access
for sure.

What if we kill
the generator?

No, look. Cameras.

They'll have a parallel
power supply redundancy

for all the
important stuff.

That's what
I'm counting on.

Hey, Byrne.

[SHUSHING]

CAL: Damn it, Byrne!

Hi. I think I'm lost.

[GRUNTS]

Hey, let's go.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[RAIN PATTERING]

MAN: Hey...
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

You do not belong here.

What is your name and job?

Why?

This is a security test
and you failed it.

Look how I was able
to breach the perimeter.

Name and identification.

I'm checking your story.

[GRUNTS]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[RAIN PATTERING]

[BEEPING]

Don't move.

Turn around. Come on.
Turn around.

Focus.

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
Unlock the system.

Find Rex Wolfe!

Quickly! Quickly!

[IN ENGLISH] Real-time GPS

from those body tracks
uploads here.

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

Go Bodi!

Kick his ass!

[IN ENGLISH]
Hey, focus. Come on.

Hurry up. Find Rex.

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

CAL: Hey!

EMILY: Turn around.

[GRUNTING]

[TYPING]

He's 30 miles out.
Let's go.

[EXHALES]

[BOTH GRUNTING]
MAN: You fucked
with the wrong people!

CAL: Hey!

Damn it.

No. No.

[GROANS]

[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

What did the, uh...

What did the small guy
have as a sidearm?

A Makarov pistol.
Makarov pistol...

Makarov pistol, okay.

Makarov pistol.
He handed...

Are you blueprinting?

Yeah.

Good.

[EXHALES]

[SIGHS]

CROWN: Come here.

I really needed to see you.

Oh, likewise.

I want to give you
the heads-up
on a story I'm about to air.

Now? Seriously?

It's about
the mysterious death
of Tyler Brandon Mills.

Does the FBI really expect
America to believe

Mills got out
of an armed convoy
without help?

I don't know.
What does Erica Lyle think?

I think
you're full of shit.

[CHUCKLES] Oh. So much smoke
and not a damn bit of fire.

I'm not letting this go.
Erica, come on.

Better you hear it
from someone who cares,
'cause soon...

Baby...
...every news agency

around the world
will be beating down
your door.

So you say.

I interviewed
a few security consultants.

They all agreed,

properly secured
prisoner transport vehicles

would have two armed guards.

Seems a little strange
Tyler Brandon Mills had only
one guard, don't you think?

There was no second guard.

Why not?
I don't know.

You're hiding
something, Derek.

No.
So now's the time
to come clean,

on the record or off,
but I'm running my report.

Huh...

Okay. Wow.

Wow.

I thought this was about more
than just you getting a scoop.

I'm a journalist
for Christ's sake.

I'm doing my job.

And you know what else?
What?

You wouldn't respect me
if I didn't.

Okay. There is nothing
to be gained

by us working
at cross purposes.

Two of us working together
would make more sense, right?

Meaning?

Meaning, you drop
the guard story,

and I will get you
an even bigger exclusive.

Okay.

I'm listening.

I'm listening.

[WATER RUSTLING]

[GASPS]

[WATER RUSTLING]

[GRUNTS]

Cal.
What?

Cal. Listen.

It's probably
rainwater runoff
from the storm.

Go.

You got it?
Yeah.

I can't judge its depth.
Yeah.

We could be sucked into
the water treatment plant.

[RATTLING]

JACQUES: Andre,
bring them to me.

Or we could
take our chances here.

[SCREAMING]

CAL:
Hey! I've got you!

It's Cal!

Stay with me.

You breathe in.
Four, three, two, one.

You breathe out.
Four, three, two, one.

You're good. Okay.

I'm okay. I'm okay.
I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Thank you.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

The current's
getting stronger.

[EMILY SCREAMS]
Hang on!

[GRUNTING]

[CREAKS OPEN]

[GASPING]

Hold your breath.

Okay.

Okay.

[GASPS]

[COUGHS]

[PANTING]

[BOTH EXCLAIMING EXCITEDLY]

Hey. Uh, Emily missed
her last scheduled
check-in.

I'm starting
to get concerned.

Well, one missed
check-in does not
an emergency make.

Well...
Come on. You know Emily
when she's on a lead.

She has tunnel vision.

Yeah. I know,
but that's what
worries me.

She thinks that Rex Wolfe
is working for Nightwatch.

It's a very
well-capitalized PMC.

Super shady.

You don't seem too concerned.

It's only been
one day.

And Cal and Emily
are two of the best, so...

I know, but...

So have some faith.

They know how to handle
themselves.

[SIGHS]

All right, listen.

We'll put out some feelers,
see if there's been
any chatter,

without tipping off that
we're dipping our toes

into Moldova, of course.

I appreciate that.

I got your back, Nick.
Thanks.

And, uh, listen.

I'm gonna have
to ask you to reciprocate.

Uh...

Sure. What do you need?

Are you familiar
with, um, Erica Lyle?

From Channel Six?

Yeah, exactly.

Um, I scheduled you
for a sit-down with her

just to amplify
the official line
on the convoy.

[SCOFFS]

You want me to go on TV
and repeat that line
of bullshit?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Alice. I was just
on my way to
the Berkshires.

I can't do this anymore.

[SIGHS]

Please, sit.

Things were better
when I thought
that Nick and I

could have our own child,
but that's never
gonna happen.

Slow down.
What's going on?

I can't... I mean,
we can keep trying,
but the odds are...

[SIGHS]

I'm so sorry
to hear that.

I think my marriage
is falling apart.

The distance between us...

You have to stay
the course, for Flynn.

He needs you,
now more than ever.

No one ever said
it was going to be easy,

but this is what
you've signed up for.

Don't you ever get tired
of being everyone else's
support system?

This is the life
we have chosen.

Maybe you should
practice self-care.

Find yourself a hobby,

a passion, something
just for you.

[SIGHS]

JULIANNE: Nick.

Come on in.

Have you heard
from Byrne or Isaac?

How are you doing?

[SIGHS]

They missed their
scheduled check-in time.

Not unheard of
for a mission like this.

Yeah. I know,
but the last time
Emily and I spoke,

there was
a tone in her voice.

Scared?

I don't know. Maybe.

Everyone's
probably right.

I'm just overreacting.

This has been
an exceptionally
difficult time for you.

Being the poster boy
for the convoy lie.

You were
just doing your job.

I don't remember this part
in the oath we took.

Our job is
to keep America safe

and allow her citizens
to sleep well at night.

I'd say the greater good
is being served.

Whether you believe it
or not, you're serving
your country honorably.

Well...

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

EMILY: It's cold.

Here, take this.

No.
No, no, no.
You're shivering.

Here.

Thank you.
Damn, I'm cold.

Not me.

I'm wearing my ugly
alpaca sweater.Uh-huh.

It smells like a goat,
but it's warm.

[CHUCKLES]

And I'm taking
a big scoop
of matzo ball soup.

Oh. Nice.
How is that
working for you?

I'm throwing
a heavy horse blanket
over the sweater.

[LAUGHS]

Yeah. Well, I'm gonna
go for the real thing.

Ready?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, let's go.
Okay.

CAL: Come on.

Hey, come on.

Look, it's running.
What do you want to do?

Better to ask
for forgiveness
than permission, right?

[BOTH GRUNT]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]