All language subtitles for The Secret Agent 2016 S01E03 720p BuRay HEVC x265 BONE

England is in need of a jolly good scare.

Blow up the observatory?

I give you a month.

Can you supply a bomb?

I can supply a bomb.
Will you explode it?

Tell Heat it's the Strand next.

The Professor is on an omnibus. Get a
message sent; he's not to be approached.

Do you know what a secret is, Stevie?

Not even Winnie must know.

Despite what you said,
we are a true family.

Could be father and son.

Mr Michaelis is going
to my cottage in Kent to write a book.

Stevie!

We've got a job to do. This is a
serious business we're doing here.

This new thing between them.
I'm so hopeful about it.

Tell yourself that lie.
But imagine more than just a day with me.

Who have you supplied?

Who have you supplied?!

I'll go for you.
- Stevie, no!

I'm a good boy.
- Stevie!

He's having the time of his life, Winnie.

He's climbing trees.

What do we do about this Verloc?

In my opinion, offer him
immunity from prosecution

in exchange for everything he can tell us.

Is there a body here?

It's not a body. It's just a mess.

Well, you've no idea
what's happened, have you?

He said he was climbing trees, getting his
trousers dirty. He said he was having fun.

Not all of him was blown to bits.
She knows.

She's waiting for you.

EXPLOSION

I saw Heat leave.

Well, I spoke to him, actually.

And at least you know now.

About Stevie.

I'm sorry I kept it from you.

I didn't know how to...

You do see that, don't you?

But if...

If you let me explain.

Look.

Yes, I got Stevie involved but I had to.

Winnie, I've had no choice in any of this.
I take payments from the Russian Embassy.

I suppose I'm a spy and...

They wanted an explosion,
and if I didn't give it to them...

The way it was using me, Winnie.
Threatening me.

If I hadn't have agreed to do it,
what would have become of us all?

So...

I showed Stevie what I was doing.
It's true.

He was never meant to be
the one who actually planted it.

I meant the boy no harm.

And how could he just... come in here
and blurt it out to you like that?

I've been sat in the pub for hours just...

thinking of a way to tell you
and he just waltzes in.

You know what his problem is?
He thinks it's just information.

That's the policeman in him.

It's unforgivable.
No empathy at all.

We have to go for Verloc.
Not bargain with him but detain him.

Prosecution?

I've put it to the Attorney General about
making use of him, wasn't keen at all.

Had had a word with the foreign
secretary if you ask me.

And they're thinking?

Foreign spies on our soil immune
from the rule of law?

We turn a blind eye,
we just look blind. Or feeble.

So we need to make an example of Verloc?

Yes. Ultimately the only way is to make
the employment of these spies

unpleasant to their employers.

Very well, Home Secretary, I shall
approach his employer.

If I'm taken away...

you'll need your wits about ya.

You need to start thinking about tomorrow.

So... you need to...
You can't sit here like this.

You could look at me, Winnie.

I knew you'd take it hard.

But you've gotta see the whole picture.

And there's still the two of us.

Being like this... well...

It won't bring him back, will it?
- What will?

What?
- What will bring him back?

Nothing.

Did he scream?

He felt no pain.

I'm sure of it.

How do you know?

I'm not screaming.

I felt so trapped, Winnie.

I thought it would be an
end to all our troubles,

and it's ended up being
nothing of the sort.

Unless...

Well, they'll take me away but...
if you were to wait for me

and the shop to keep going
while I'm detained

we can pick up again. I've been
to prison before, it won't affect me.

Safer in there than running away.

Please, Winnie.

Don't be a fool.

I kept calling Stevie back.

But he wouldn't listen to me.

He took it upon himself to carry the bomb.

Why did he have to be wilful like that?

We are rather surprise that you've insisted
on so immediate an appointment.

We?
I don't think this appointment

involved you being in the
room, Privy Councillor.

They meant that you had more
pressing engagements

this bomb outrage, the safety of London.

That's exactly why I'm here.

Greenwich being a symptom.
The cause perhaps here in Kensington.

We know that Verloc planted the bomb.

Verloc?

You know him. You employ him.

What makes you say that?

I said nothing of the sort. My Inspector
says it. He also makes use of him.

And uses your little secret
as leverage against him.

Do you remember when you
accused me of complacency?

Accused every government agency.

Well, you could say we've taken
your advice. An end to tolerance.

And what do you intend to do with
this Verloc, deport him?

No, we rather thought a prosecution
would best demonstrate to the public

both the danger and the indecency.

What, you really think you'll induce
a man like this to admit anything?

Absolutely, if he thought
his punishment to be mitigated.

And if not, we have a wealth
of detail in any case.

We have a joint enemy.
The Anarchists, not each other.

We're well aware of the genuine article.

That's why we can't be distracted
by Shams like this.

And so you will prosecute Verloc?

I wonder how efficient the prosecution
of the Professor will make you look.

The public would be happy to know
that we've foiled an outrage.

That a man with a bomb strapped to
him is roaming the streets of London?

That bomb didn't go off.

Yours did.

Our arrangement...

Was always that you took
no interest in my affairs.

That's how this worked.

You always said things didn't
bear much looking into.

In fact, Winnie,
you looked the other way.

I made it easy.

I made it easy for you... - You mustn't
spend too long blaming yourself, Winnie.

What matters now is...
how we go along together.

You have no idea what a bastard
I've been dealing with.

What a jeering, pitiless,
dangerous bastard!

There isn't an
anarchist plot in the

last eleven years that
I haven't thwarted.

He knew what I was worth but this one?
Scores of revolutionaries I've despatched.

I could be stabbed in the back at any time
and he couldn't give a damn.

He knew what I was worth.
I was carrying out his plan!

If you want someone to blame,
blame him.

I don't understand a word you're saying.

What's done can't be undone.

You know what you need?

A good cry.

Because you haven't.

It's not natural.

These things... They have to come out.

Emotion, I mean.

Going for a rest?

A bit of peace and quiet, yeah.
That will do you the world of good.

Well, calm me down, Winnie.

STAIRS CREAK

Flying off to your mother's?

No sense going now.

She'd have gone to bed
by the time you get there.

This is the sort of news that can wait.

Tonight your place is here with me, Winnie.
So take off your hat and sit down.

I can't just let you go wandering
about outside.

I just can't have it.

And this veil...

I barely know who I'm talking to.

That's better.

Not that you're saying anything
back to me anyway.

Perhaps because you know it was you
who kept shoving the boy in my direction.

What made you do it?

Look, this deaf and dumb
act has gone too far.

At least his troubles are over now.
Whereas ours are just beginning.

We ought to start thinking about
what we're going to do.

I can't have you galloping
off to your mother

with some crazy tale
or other about me.

I won't have it.

I wish I had never seen Greenwich Park.

A nice walk.

Winnie.

Imagine how good a few days
in Kent would be for him.

Me and him in the countryside.
- Let it lie now, Winnie...

No more trouble.
- Could be father and son.

No more.

Winnie.

Yes.

Come here.

BLOOD DRIPS

DOOR SLAMS

Murderess...

You're here.

Only 'cause I thought you would be.

Sit down with me.

I was on my way to you.

I thought so much about you.
Since I read about the bombing.

I'm very sorry.

Will you help me?

No one is more ready
to help you in your trouble.

Do you know what my trouble is?

I couldn't be absolutely sure
from the newspaper report.

But now you appear like this, I...
I understand exactly what happened.

What will I do?

Winnie, you are free now. Truly.

I can't be. Not... Unless...
people understand perhaps what happened.

Verloc brought about his own death, Winnie.

He was a bastard to me.

Yes. But not me, Winnie.

You'll take me away?

You'll let me escape with you?
You have done so before.

- Run away.
- Yes.

We can run away together.
We can go anywhere.

Tom, there's some money.

If we could...
- Verloc's money?

He kept it hidden away, you see.

The money's at the shop, Tom.

All of it.

You deserve it. And we can
make a life with it. - Yes.

You forgot to shut the door.

Show me.

I've left the light on in the parlour.

The money's in there on the shelf.

How can this be?

Haven't you guessed what
I was driven to do?

You will save me, Tom.

Please don't let them hang me.
- You did this thing all by yourself?

Yes.

Where's Stevie?

Blown to bits in Greenwich Park.

Verloc took him away and murdered him.

And then came back. Like any other man
had come back to his wife.

So you just... stabbed him to death?

He was resting on the sofa
after his supper.

Resting easy.

"Come here" he said to me.

After he's killed my Stevie. My baby.

So I came alright.

What did he expect?
He took the heart out of me.

Please, Tom.

The money's in the box over there.

Don't throw me off now, Tom.

It's been years since
I've made an arrest.

Good to get my feet out
from under the desk.

Sir...
- This has to look conspicuous, Heat.

Show 'em how serious we are about it.

You had other plans for Verloc yesterday.

That was yesterday.

You will save me from the hangman?

If they find us,
they'll say it's a conspiracy.

That I'm your accomplice.

So you're wedded to me
whether you like it or not.

No. I'm very happy that our
fates are to be bound together.

That we will be together.

Are you cold?
- Not here.

Are you?

No.

DOOR SMASHES

This is...

A revenge attack?
One of his own perhaps.

I was thinking more in the way of
a husband killed and a missing wife.

Are we in the presence of
a domestic drama?

And I'm supposed to go to
the Home Secretary and tell him what?

That our foreign policies have been
thwarted by a bloody carving knife?

Find her!

Do you suppose Verloc volunteered
the part he played in her brother's death?

Never.

Then who did?

Find her!

Alert every constable on the beat.
Get men at every train terminal.

I'll pay a visit to the mother.

Between us all, we should find her.

We did wish them more vigilant.

Yes, not so much that they...
- Start a diplomatic incident?

If they get Verloc in that dock
and make him talk...

The embarrassment that
that will cause our government.

I will be recalled, for God's sake...
- Rather more than recalled, I fear.

Wurmt?

Wurmt! Verloc!

First Secretary.
- Bring him here.

Bring him here before the
police take hold of him.

I can summon him...
- No, no, we need to act now.

We need to get him smuggled out
of the country as soon as possible.

Well, go! Take somebody with you.

I'm merely a Privy Councillor,
First Secretary. Clerical.

The boat leaves Southampton at midnight.

Will we be safe?
- Let's get to Paris first.

The best way we can.

Paris? And then?

Wherever we can be left in peace.

BELL RINGS

I'll buy the tickets to St Malo.

Let's go separately.
We mustn't be seen together.

Stay out of sight.

Some trouble here?

What business would you have here, sir?

Oh, nothing but curiosity.

Someone killed?

The, er, shop owner?

Were you acquainted with him, sir?

Well, merely as a customer...
but if you ask me were I, erm...

He's dead? Murdered?

Well, this is some news, is it not?

As for myself, I shall thank God
to be safely in my bed tonight.

I should never have left them.

I promise you, madam.
Your son felt no pain.

But you cannot say the same for Winnie.

TRAIN WHISTLES

Two returns to Southampton, please.

Thank you.

Sir.

Your change, sir.

TRAIN WHISTLES

Stevie!

Sir.

Poor woman could hardly speak.

But she feels if there was a man
she may have formed an association with

it would be Ossipon.
He was kind to Stevie.

Any clue from her mother as to where
they may have run to?

Well, Winnie only knows London.
Ossipon's European.

Then France, sir?

Thank you, sir.

Tickets.

Thank you, ladies.

Madam. Ticket, please?

Thank you, madam.

Relatives in Southampton, ma'am?

Er, no.

So what takes you there?

I'm going to get the midnight boat from
there. The midnight boat to St Malo.

St Malo? And unaccompanied?
That's quite an adventure, ma'am.

Yes. I'm joining my husband there.

What is your husband's business there?

He's an importer.

Of wine and other things.

No luggage, ma'am?

I intend to come back soon.
- Soon?

WHISTLE BLOWS

Tomorrow in fact.

My husband rents a cottage
in St Malo.

I have belongings there.

The Southampton-Male train
leaves at ten thirty.

Portsmouth ten minutes after that.
I'll board one train, and you the other.

I have a return ticket to Southampton.

Have a good passage, ma'am.

Thank you.

All aboard! Last call
to Southampton. All aboard, please.

Right, you check the Portsmouth train.
- Sir.

Any couples boarding the Southampton train?
- Several.

Anything about any of them in particular?

Just one woman traveling without luggage,
sir. - Why didn't you detain her?

She said she was joining her
husband in St Malo.

Best we sit in different compartments.

Until Southampton.
- Yeah.

What's St Malo like, Tom?
- Intra Muros.

A citadel. A walled city.

And everyone's safe within?
- That was always the plan.

Good.

TRAIN WHISTLES

FIREWORKS

Look, Winnie, a circle!

Look at the circles, Winnie.
Oh, they're wonderful.

That was wonderful.

What's wrong?

We're getting off at the next stop.

Tell him, Winnie.

Tell him!

It was me. It was all me.

I put the knife in him
and then I went to see Tom.

I wasn't even there!
- What, and you think you can escape this?

You harboured her. And here you now
are engineering her escape.

And what's your role
in this offense, Inspector?

You provoked her.

I had to tell her.
- She killed Verloc soon after your visit.

Yeah, she killed Verloc.
- You delivered him!

You gave her the motivation.

Sit down.

I'm a policeman.
- And Verloc had made a fool of you.

I wanted Verloc hung, not murdered.

And now you will organise our deaths too.

Will that be justice for you?

You saw Stevie's body.
You went through what was left of him.

Please let me go.
The law can't punish me any more.

Have pity, for God's sake.

I had his supper ready.

As I always did.

Had the knife laid out for him
as it always was.

Be careful.

He's... He's let us go.

He's going to overlook the crime.

He doesn't wish our punishment for it.

TRAIN WHISTLES

Does this mean they'll stop
looking for us altogether?

Means Heat has compromised himself.

Means that they can't...

My God.

Could you imagine how it would look if
they tried to prosecute us in the future?

The embarrassment his merciful judgment
would cause them.

They'd have to think twice.

We wouldn't even have to defend ourselves.

But we can't go back.
- No, of course not.

Anyway, it doesn't matter, does it?
Because we don't need to go back.

We're gonna cross that channel
and never look back. Never.

You could show us where to run.

You know how to keep the world at bay.

On neither train?

No, sir.

We had such a case
within our grasp.

Verloc. A foreign conspiracy
to undermine our morale, our law.

A political cause célébre. Taken away.

Now, the only way to be political about it
is to say it wasn't political at all.

Say we don't have
that kind of violence here.

There's still the Professor, sir.

Just put it out there
we're still looking for her.

The berserk wife of the man who ran the
questionable little shop on Brett Street.

As for the Professor,
I've got a different plan.

And Ossipon?

A domestic drama, Chief Inspector.

Did you let them go?

Your sense of natural justice
getting the better of the law.

Pragmatism taking over.

I don't think I'm
that kind of policeman, sir.

Am I such a scourge as that?

Well, I will not be alone!

Others will see what I have done
and they will follow suit.

I go and buy the tickets for the
crossing then meet you by the ferry.

Winnie, we have to be on our guard.

We have to know exactly what we're doing.

And to know exactly what you want.

I know what I want.

One ticket for St Malo, please.

Thanks.

You're appearing in court
first thing tomorrow.

The man who had to be stopped
from performing a catastrophic act.

And how our brave
policeman managed that.

No. The State prefers to pretend
that you were no threat at all.

Instead of conspiracy to endanger life,
you'll face a lesser charge.

Possessing explosives under
suspicious circumstances.

What? What are you talking about?

You, and the whole Verloc affair,
are to be completely smothered.

Get off!

Get in.
- Heat!

You're not playing the game, Inspector.
Heat!

You call me a pest!
You're a pest!

I will not be insignificant!
I will not be nothing!

Thank you.

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Excuse me, please. Tom!

Please don't leave me!

Tom!

Tom, I'm begging you!
I'm begging you, Tom!

Tom!

Are you going by the boat, ma'am?

This way, ma'am.

TRAIN WHISTLE

Take me to Soho!
Take me to a bar.

In this time of turmoil,
I wish to introduce...

a young man who,
since his own troubled past

has learned to be at peace with himself.

He will give a reading tonight of what he
has been putting his mind to. The future.

Are the hopeful always to be crushed?

By those who do not have the courage
of that virtue.

Do the strong simply
entrench their strength

in society,
at the expense of the weak?

Are the imprisoned always to wait
for their release and their forgiveness?

Is society simply a version of that brutal
prison I spent my last fifteen years in?

Do those in chains simply
await the end of their sentence?

Their far from glorious deliverance?

Circles. Circles.

Or is their a better institution
that we can be founded on?

Where justice will open up
its loving arms to the innocent.

Where the strong will help the weak.

None abandoned or forgotten.
Pity and compassion prevailing.

A world of welfare, improvement,
and rehabilitation for all.

Good health. True happiness.

And a good life.

Ossipon.

You think you can do this,
the art of pretence?

SPEAKS RUSSIAN

All went well?

He believes me.

Well, you're a very believable fellow.

The Home Secretary told
the Milan conference

that the British
were fully in control

of any anarchist threat and no draconian
clamp-down was necessary.

'British values, ' he stated, 'must be
protected from foreign interference'.

Very good, sir.

And how are things at your end?

Very good, sir.

This belonged to Winnie.

What happened?