Original subtitles

Previously on Persons Unknown.

- This how you

get off, Tom? Watching?

- Monitoring.

[ Bill ]

Who the hell is that?

- [ Janet ] You said

you'd already died once.

- [ Erika ] Lethal injection.

Next thing I know,

I'm lookin' up

at your pretty face.

[ Male Announcer ]

...who was on scene

as the body was found...

by the carabinieri--

[ Joe ] You feel like telling e

what happened with Tori?

- No longer with us.

- Who's next? Janet?

- Don't know.

Don't wanna know.

- Open the damn door!

[ Tom ]

You've done it now, Joe.

I couldn't let Janet die.

- You put us both in danger.

- So now what?

I don't know.

I'm guessing

it won't be good.

[ Footsteps Running ]

[ Panting ]

[ Knocking ]

[ Door Closes ]

[ Moira ] It seems so peaceful

sometimes, doesn't it?

Especially in the morning.

It's like some normal

everyday town that

you'd drive through and...

never give a second thought.

Only it's not.

Has he done

anything unusual?

Everything Joe does

seems normal.

Routine.

Almost too normal,

too routine.

As if he knows

he's being watched.

We are being watched, 24-7.

Watched by us.

Like he knows

he messed up somehow.

[ Moira ]

Like when I saw him

in the elevator.

And afterwards, when he

conveniently returned

to the bank...

just as the vault opened.

So what do we do?

Keep watching.

- [ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- [ Sighing ]

[ Phone Beeps ]

Renbe.

[ Man ] You just can't

leave well enough alone,

can you, Mr. Renbe?

What do you want?

Now you've managed to

involve your girlfriend...

in this unfortunate

pursuit of yours...

and, as a consequence,

put her at some risk

as well.

I trust you value

her safety...

even if you seem to have

a complete disregard

for your own.

[ Line Clicks ]

- Kat?

- [ Muffled Shouting ]

You bastard!

What happened?

What's it look like happened?

These guys, they came--

- Guys dressed in blue?

- What? How am I supposed

to know--

Were they dressed in blue?

I don't know-- Yes.

I guess they wore blue.

Get out of here.

Just grab your bag.

There's no time to explain.

[ Gun Slider Cocks ]

- [ Grunts ]

- Hey!

Come on!

- [ Gunshot ]

- [ Kat Screams ]

- [ Gunshots ]

- [ Kat Whimpering ]

[ Kat ]

Renbe!

[ Gunshots ]

You two better come with me.

They usually travel

in threes.

What the hell is going on?

The only thing you need to know

is that if you stay

in San Francisco,

you're gonna end up

as dead as dead can be.

How did you know those guys

were gonna be at my apartment?

You want my help, you're

gonna have to stop

asking questions.

Just stop the car!

Now! Stop it!

Would you just

listen to me?

You can't deny there are

guys in this city that

want to kill you-- kill us!

Listen to reason.

Your boyfriend and I

are trying to protect you.

Now! Stop the car!

Now!

- What the-- You okay?

- Won't be long before they're

onto your trail again.

- You just hit her in the head

with your gun.

- You weren't gonna do it.

The woman wouldn't

listen to reason.

I took the liberty of

swinging by your apartment,

picking up your passport.

I got hers too.

Traffic's not too bad.

We should be at the airport

in an hour or so.

- Airport?

- Flight to Rome's

in four hours--

if they don't

find you there first.

What I want to know

is what the plan is.

The plan?

Yeah. About the new girl

in town, this Erika chick?

The psycho bitch

who'd snuff you

as soon as look at you?

She just needs a little time

to adjust, like we all did.

Well, I'm not waiting around

to get my throat cut

while she gets adjusted.

You are quite

the piece of work, Mr. Blackham.

Well, laugh all you want,

but, uh, you don't know

what her game is.

Does anybody even know

where she is right this second?

I'm right here.

[ Bill ] What are you

doing in there?

Making myself some breakfast.

Oh. Just like that, huh?

Just waltz into the kitchen

and make yourself breakfast?

Somethin' like that.

Never did care

for Chinese food.

You know, the boys in there

will make you anything you want.

All you gotta do is ask.

Is that real

American bacon?

Mm-hmm. Take a whiff.

Do you mind if I--

- Get your own.

- Hey, guys.

[ Knife Chopping ]

Hey there, bright eyes.

How's it goin', Erika?

Outstanding.

Is that bacon?

Yeah. You want some?

I dream about bacon

practically every morning.

Help yourself.

Whoa. That is good.

That is so good.

What's your problem,

Blackham?

You and your girlfriend here.

That's what.

I wouldn't do that

if I were you.

Ow!

[ Panting ]

So it's gonna be

like that, huh?

Fine.

[ Both Laughing ]

[ Chattering ]

I've seen enough

women's prison movies

to know what that look means.

And look, look, look.

She likes it.

[ Chattering Continues ]

[ Sighs ]

God. Just what I need

right now-- a love triangle.

Ha, ha.

[ Chuckles ]

Did you hear something

from up on high?

Oh, I got an earful,

all right.

And?

Nothing you need

to know about.

Thanks.

They'll respond soon enough.

Don't you worry about that.

Until then,

you're needed on deck.

You just love

giving me grief, don't you?

It gives me more pleasure

than you could ever imagine.

Go. Now.

Go.

[ Janet ]

I need to get some things

from the grocery store.

They got everything

right here, don't they?

Just for the taking?

Yeah, they do.

Everything except

a ticket out of

this place.

- Do you wanna come?

- Actually, I think

I'm gonna take a bath.

Okay.

It's been a while since I could

do whatever the hell I want

whenever I want.

- I'll see you in a bit.

- Sure.

[ Button Clicks ]

[ Button Clicking ]

- Damn.

- [ Bell Dings ]

Hi.

[ Button Clicks ]

What's on your tiny mind

this morning, Mr. Blackham?

We're never

gettin' outta here.

Never, ever.

You think so?

I just realized I'm gonna

be stuck with you losers...

for the rest

of my godforsaken life.

Mmm.

Since I got here,

I've been beaten,

berated, treated like

I'm some clown.

Well, your behavior hasn't

exactly been exemplary,

Mr. Blackham.

Yeah, well, I'm not exactly

sure what that means.

But I'm not

who you think I am.

Who do you think

you are?

Someone who's fed up

with the way things are.

Someone who's tired of being

everybody else's monkey boy.

Someone who's not gonna

take any more crap...

from the bozos

running this place!

- [ Knocking ]

- Hey, you got a sec?

What's up?

It's the weirdest thing.

[ Voice Filtered ]

I thought that elevator

was broken, you know,

stuck on the first floor.

I'm pushing the buttons--

nothing.

So I'm gettin' ready

to hump up the stairs,

and then-- boom.

Doors pop open,

there's your man Joe,

standing there like

there was nothing wrong

with the elevator or anything.

Joe's not my man.

And that elevator--

I mean, it shows six floors,

and there are only three.

It wasn't the freaky elevator

that got my attention.

It was the expression

on his face.

What expression?

Like he got caught

doing something he wasn't

supposed to be doing.

Joe's a good guy.

Maybe. I don't know him

the way you do.

-What are you trying

to say, Erika?

-I'm not trying to say anything.

I am telling you that that man

has got snitch written

all over him.

No. You've got

the wrong guy.

I don't think I do.

Now, you call it intuition.

You call it a sixth sense...

you develop

over a 10-year stretch

of looking over your shoulder.

But that man has got

something to hide.

I'm-a keep my eye

on that boy of yours.

I'll see you around,

bright eyes.

Don't you worry.

Like I said,

I got your back.

[ Bell Tolls ]

She became convinced

she was a fairy princess...

who accidentally stumbled

into this world of humans.

So, every morning

for nearly a year,

she stood outside

next to the pond

in our backyard,

with her eyes closed,

waiting, I suppose,

for the fairies...

to bring her back

to her world.

And even after

she became an adult,

I could still catch a glimpse

of that fairy princess,

never quite believing

that she was really

part of this world.

And, boy, I'll miss her.

I'll miss her smile.

- I'll miss the time that--

- Liar!

[ People Murmuring ]

- You made her life a living

hell and you know it!

- Who are you?

- How can you stand up there

and pretend to be anything--

- Security!

but the murderer of

your own flesh and blood!

[ Shouting ]

[ People Gasping ]

Everybody drop

your weapons now. Please.

For Tori's sake.

[ Sliders Clicking ]

[ People Murmuring ]

[ Kat ]

Mark. What the hell?

[ Renbe ]

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Excuse me!

Mark.

Hold up. I wanna ask you

a few questions.

Hey!

[ Speaking Italian ]

[ Italian ]

Grazie mille.

It's a shame

such a beautiful woman...

should have such

a burden as him.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Engine Starts ]

Are you insane?

You speak Italian.

That's--

Things aren't bad enough

that you have to go chasing

a bunch of thugs?

That guy knows something.

We have to talk to him.

There is no "we" here.

Kat, listen to me.

No. You listen to me.

You pull me onto a flight

going to Rome...

with a splitting headache,

courtesy of your pal Edick.

Then you drag me to a funeral

where a bunch of thugs

almost open fire.

Oh, and then you decide

to chase them--

like some nut bag--

and you expect me to be

involved in all this.

If you could just hear me out.

No. I'm going to tell you

what I'm going to do, Mark.

I'm getting

on the next flight home.

And when I get there,

I'm calling the police,

or the F.B.I.,

or the friggin' C.I.A.,

and I'm telling them

what's going on.

And then, I'm going back

to my therapist...

to try and figure out

why I have such

lousy taste in men.

Look, I'm-- I'm sorry

I got us involved in all this.

But now we are, and no one

is gonna help us get out of it.

We're in danger.

We're in serious danger.

And that guy--

he's the only lead we have.

Damn you, Renbe.

I know, I know.

I've been saying

from the beginning...

that there's something

a little weird about Joe,

but I don't see how him

going into the elevator...

suddenly makes him

a suspect.

The numbers didn't move.

Still--

-He came back to the bank within

seconds of the vault opening.

-[ Elevator Clatters, Dings ]

That's hardly conclusive

evidence that Joe is somehow

involved in all this.

We should keep an eye--

What is goin' on?

Oh. I just destroyed

every stick of furniture

in my room.

You smell what

I'm cookin' here?

[ Grunts ]

[ Laughs ]

Okay. From now on,

there's two groups of people.

Group "A"-- ready to fight

the powers that be.

Group "B"--

[ Panting ]

for bitches, satisfied

to settle in and catch

whatever the man pitches.

So you'll just be

going around randomly

smashing things?

Oh, who knows?

Maybe I'll burn all my clothes

and walk around naked.

Don't do that.

No.

Don't do that.

From now on,

I'm gonna control

my little corner...

of this messed-up place

we're trapped in.

You guys should try it.

Control is power.

And power...

feels pretty damn good.

[ Chuckling ]

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Just the man

I wanted to see.

Really. Why is that?

Oh, after you.

[ Motor Stops ]

Who are you?

Just a guy.

Really?

Uh-huh.

Kidnapped in the middle

of his life.

Wondering who you are.

Oh, I'm definitely somebody

you gotta be concerned about.

That's for certain.

That's great, but,

see, the rest of us

all got here together.

You show up in town

right after Tori disappears.

That kind of concerns me.

[ Laughing ]

That's some classic

snitch strategy there,

Mr. Joe.

Flip the doubt

onto somebody else, right?

You may have the others

fooled, but not me.

Not me.

Just so you know.

[ Motor Whirring ]

And stay away from Janet.

You hear?

I got dibs.

- [ Radio Chatter, Static ]

- [ Exhales ]

[ Speaking Italian ]

I was hoping you'd help me

find him here in Rome.

[ Italian ]

No, I don't know

who I'm messing with.

Why don't you fill me in?

Per favore!

Wait, wait!

[ Cell Phones Beep ]

Everyone's

afraid of this guy.

Yeah, and I have

four good reasons why.

He's been arrested for assault

and drugs and gambling

and extortion.

- Damn. They found us.

- Come on.

[ Tires Screech ]

[ People Shouting ]

It seems your brother

continues to attract

trouble, huh?

Yes, he certainly does.

Unfortunately, your burden

has just become ours.

Please.

Come with us.

Vieni qua.

Are you okay?

You don't look

so great.

That sweet and sour pork

didn't sit well

with me tonight.

Of course,

Erika staring daggers

all through dinner...

didn't help my digestion

much either.

I noticed that.

Has she said

anything to you?

Why?

There's something about her

that I don't trust.

That's funny,

because she said

the same thing about you.

Like what?

Well, you don't

say much, Joe.

And it's easy for someone

to think that you might

be hiding something.

Even you?

Yeah, even me.

If I were to tell you

everything about me--

I mean everything--

would that help?

I mean, would it help you

to trust me a little more?

It might, a little.

Yeah.

What do you want to know?

What, just like that?

Pretty much.

Where are we, Joe?

[ Groaning ]

Joe?

- [ Groaning ]

- Joe?

- Oh, oh! Oh, man!

- Joe? You okay?

Joe?

[ Groaning ]

Oh! Oh, God!

Somebody help!

[ Groans ]

No. I think I'll be fine.

I just--

I just need some water

or something.

I'm good.

I'll be okay.

[ Coughing ]

I'm okay.

You gettin' the party started

a little early there, Joe?

- You just been boozin' it

up all day?

- I don't drink.

If you say so.

Hey, you okay?

No. There's something

not right here.

[ Coughs ]

I just need to lay down.

Easy.

Upstairs.

I'll come with you.

No. No, I'm okay.

I just--

I just need to rest.

I'm okay.

I'll be okay.

Okay.

[ Coughs ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Voice Filtered ]

Come on, Tom.

Give me a break here.

[ Motor Starts ]

We're journalists.

I don't believe you.

Just look

at our I.D.'s.

Anyone with a laser printer

and a laminating machine

can make an I.D.

We're trying to track the

disappearance of an American

woman called Janet Cooper.

And I care about

Janet Cooper because--

We think her kidnapping

is linked to the murder

of Tori Fairchild.

How is that possible?

In the sense that

the circumstances of their

disappearances are similar.

- How are they similar?

- I, uh--

Hmm?

Look, I know

it sounds weird, but--

There are these men...

dressed in blue.

- Guys in blue?

- And somehow they're linked

to some kind of, uh--

I don't know what.

Some kind of organization

or something.

- Organization.

- Look, I-- I know it's thin.

- It's, uh-- it's paper-thin.

- Mm-hmm.

But I also know that I've

stepped on one of their nerves.

- How?

- I'm not sure.

No?

But they're doing

everything they can...

to make sure I don't get

too close to the truth.

And what exactly is the truth

as you see it?

- I'm--

I'm not sure.

- No?

I did a little

checking up on you.

Calling yourself

a journalist, Mr. Renbe,

is a bit of a stretch,

don't you think?

The San Francisco Register

is better suited...

- for wrapping fish in

than reading.

- Hey!

Such a newspaper as yours

can hardly afford...

to send journalists to Rome

on a wild goose chase, no?

- So I'm gonna ask you

one more time.

- Hey, no!

What is the real reason

you're here?

I just told you!

- You told me nothing!

- For God's sake, Mark!

Just tell him the truth!

That's a good idea

if you value your life.

All right.

Speak!

Janet Cooper is, uh,

my wife.

My ex-wife.

And the mother

of my daughter.

He's telling you the truth.

He has video comparing

both abductions.

Just give him a chance

to show you.

[ Groans ]

God!

[ Device Beeps ]

Joe. Joe.

Huh?

Huh. Hello, Tom.

Come on. Let's get up.

I'll get you some water.

[ Groans ]

Oh, God.

Here.

[ Groans ]

See what you got me doing?

Breaking protocol.

[ Grunts ]

This is it?

This is their response?

I don't know. I don't.

[ Ragged Breathing ]

It's a little gutless...

of them, isn't it?

[ Panting ]

Using poison?

Why not a firing squad?

Or something out in

the middle of the town.

This-This--

[ Gasps ] -- This sucks.

Listen, I wish I could help.

I know.

The situation

must play out.

Joe, I can't pollute

the program by interfering.

No, we wouldn't want

to do that.

I've committed my life

to this program, Joe.

[ Groans ]

And believe that there is no

single life more important...

than the greater good

this program serves.

You used to believe that too.

Remember?

Yeah, I remember.

[ Chuckles ]

I'm sorry, my friend.

I really am.

Yeah. Me too.

[ Beeps ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Man ]

Victoria was very alive.

She was very special.

We were very much in love.

Her father didn't

see our relationship

as anything but trivial,

and he did everything

to break us up.

When he learned that...

we were planning to elope--

Well, she disappeared.

And now she's gone.

See, I've been tracking

these blue guys,

as you call them, too.

You really think

that the ambassador

is responsible for all this?

Franklin Fairchild is capable

of almost anything.

I have a hunch you might be

right about the ambassador.

At the very least,

he's connected

to whoever's behind this.

Perhaps we should go on

a little fishing expedition

at the embassy.

[ Gasping ]

I don't think

this is food poisoning.

- Then what?

- Some kind of toxic agent.

I'm not sure what.

His pulse is racing.

Meaning what?

He was poisoned.

- [ Moira ] That's what

it looks like to me.

- Well, from what?

- And by who?

- That's pretty obvious,

isn't it?

The weasels behind

the domes.

What kind of poisoning?

I don't know. There's no way

to tell without tests.

There's got to be

some kind of antidote

around here somewhere.

The trouble is,

if we give him the wrong one,

it could make it worse.

I'll check out

the drugstore,

see what there is.

Someone go back

to the restaurant.

- Check out the food

if there's any left.

- I'm so on that.

All right, come on.

Let's let him rest.

I'm not gonna leave him.

There's nothing you can do.

Trust me.

She's right.

Come on.

[ Water Splashing ]

[ Inaudible ]

[ Gasping, Shivering ]

[ Janet, Whispering ]

Okay.

Hang in there, Joe.

Come on, hang on.

Please, Joe.

[ Shuddering ]

Oh, please, hang on.

How's he doin'?

Not well.

How you doin',

bright eyes?

Suppose I was wrong

about him?

What does it matter now

anyway?

I didn't mean to cause you

any grief, Janet.

It's not what

I wanted to do.

What was it then

that you wanted to do?

What exactly?

To protect you.

I don't need

protecting, okay?

Not by you or anyone else.

[ Joe Groaning ]

[ Softly ]

It's all right.

♪ [ Background:

String Quartet ]

[ Speaking Italian ]

[ Speaking Italian ]

May I help you, Father?

Uh, I just want a word

with the ambassador, my son.

I'm sure you will--

in time.

Patience, Father.

I'm still working

at that.

We all are.

Go easy there, Father.

We've got enough

enemies around us

as it is.

Not to mention

the security here

is tighter than Fort Knox.

[ Beeps ]

Well, let's relax

and enjoy the buffet.

I'm not hungry.

Yes, you are.

- No, I'm not.

- Yes, you are.

Mmm.

[ Crowd Gasping, Murmuring ]

Are you all right?

Sorry. Yes, I--

Can I call you

a doctor?

No, no. I'm okay.

Are you sure?

A chair would be great.

Father, thank you

for your concern.

I'm okay.

Ambassador, our parish

was so saddened to learn

of your daughter's passing.

It was quite a tragedy.

Well, thank you

for your concern.

It, uh, has been

a difficult time.

Yes.

[ Beeps ]

Take this.

Oh, thank you.

[ Beeps ]

[ Shutter Clicking ]

- [ Device Beeps ]

- [ Door Opens ]

- [ Beeps ]

- Checkpoint three. Clear.

Who are you?

[ Ragged Breathing ]

- [ Moira ] I mixed up

two antidotes.

- Okay, great.

Not exactly.

This one will cause Joe

to vomit in about

three minutes.

But if the poison

is chemical-based,

it could cause more damage,

even death.

This activated charcoal

could absorb the poison,

or it could interact

with whatever's

in Joe's system,

causing a worse

chemical reaction

and killing him instantly.

So they could both save him,

but they could both kill him.

- This is horrible.

- Nobody deserves this.

Do you hear me?

You sadistic bastards!

Calm down.

Calm down.

- Well, we've gotta

try something.

- [ Erika ] Try this.

- What is it?

- Vodka.

- What?

- [ Charlie ] Vodka?

I seen these same symptoms

before when I did time.

Girls used to poison themselves

making moonshine

out of antifreeze.

- Ethylene glycol.

- That's it.

She could be right.

The alcohol would

neutralize the antifreeze.

- Okay. Well, it's worth a try.

Give it to me.

- Not so fast.

Erika, what are

you doing?

Hey, Joe.

Hey, Joe.

You still with us?

- [ Voice Echoing ]

Earth to Joe.

- [ Snapping Fingers ]

I got a little something

for you.

It's gonna save your life.

Here's the catch.

You gotta tell us the truth.

What are you doing?

She's getting the truth.

Come on.

Give the man the cure.

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

[ Whimpers ]

Here it is.

It's

a simple yes-or-no answer, Joe.

Are you one of them?

[ Gasps ]

Don't look at her.

You look at me.

Now you answer my question.

Are you

or are you not one of them?

[ Exhales ]

That wasn't so hard, was it?

[ Coughing ]

[ Coughing Continues ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Gasps, Breathing Quietly ]

Is he-- Is he dead?

What difference does it make?

Well, because

if he isn't dead,

and he's one of them,

- then I'm gonna

kill him myself!

- Hey!

[ McNair ]

Hey! Stop! Hey!

[ Bill ]

Oh, God! Ow!

[ Bill Groaning ]

If he's one of them,

he's of no use to us.

Except for information.

Or as a bargaining tool.

[ Car Horns Honking ]

All we have to do...

is search every

Chinese restaurant

between Rome and San Francisco.

Mmm. I'm going home, Mark.

I have a job. I have a life.

I am done

with this whole thing.

Watching you just

spend every waking moment...

obsessively searching

for your ex-wife...

and dragging me--

I mean literally dragging me--

[ Horns Honking ]

You're still fired,

in case you're wondering.

Fair enough.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Renbe, look.

[ Italian Dispatcher

On Radio ]

[ Beeping ]

We're locked in.

[ Grunting ]

[ Tires Screech ]

- Kat! Come on!

- [ Device Clicks ]

[ Car Alarms Beeping ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Sirens Blaring ]

- Oh, hey.

- Hey.

Hey, wait,

wait, wait.

Oh, God.

Slowly.

[ Exhales ]

Okay.

Thanks.

Oh, man.

What happened?

You don't remember?

Not everything, no.

Do you remember

what you told us?

Do you?

Yeah. I remember.

I gave you so many opportunities

to tell me the truth.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to.

I trusted you.

I did it to protect you.

Don't you dare

give me that crap.

Are you or are you not

working for those bastards

behind the camera?

Yes.

What are we going

to do with you, Joe?

[ Device Beeping ]

Here's to us, bright eyes.

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