All language subtitles for The.Serpent.S01E02

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Knippenberg has lost
a couple of longhairs

and it's troubling him.

I work for the Dutch embassy.

Here on the landing cards
it says "Santa Cruz Hotel".

They arrived in Bangkok
but never made it to the hotel.

Where DID they go?

Lena...

Welcome to Kanit House.
Thank you very much.

I want to help you.

Please, Lena, just buy the gems.

How can we help find them if we've
lost their damn photographs?

Nobody has ever caught me, Ajay.

No-one.

Peace and love, right,
Ker-nippenberg?

They are someone's children
and they're missing.

My God.

It's them.

Relax. We must take the fever down.

Sh, sh.

SHE SPEAKS THAI

The man was strangled.

THE DOCTOR CONTINUES IN THAI

The woman was hit over the head
with a hard object.

PAINED BREATHING

SHE CONTINUES IN THAI

There's smoke in both their lungs.

So the conclusion is made that

they were still breathing
when they were set on fire, sir.

Monique?

Please.

Help us.

Alain, this place is far out.

And the price you beat
him down to. Cool, man!

Lucky to have found you all.

Thank you, Alain.

ENGINE APPROACHES

He was a war photographer. No!

Yeah. He was in Vietnam. Wow.

He's here to shoot
a spread for Paris Match.

How long have you guys
been on the road for?

We're not really on the road,

it's just a two-week holiday.

RETCHING

RETCHING STARTS AGAIN

Mr Knippenberg. Yes, Lawana?

What is this?

The missing enclosure containing
the photographs and letters

from Willem Bloem and Helena Dekker
arrived this morning.

I thought you'd
like to see it...

..before it went to the police.

Thank you, Lawana.

DISTANT SHOUTING IN THAI

This region suffers complex
problems, Mr Knippenberg,

and communist insurgents
don't stop at national borders.

I know I don't need to tell
a diplomat of your experience

the fragility of our democracy here.

Forgive me, Major General.

These people were
not revolutionaries.

They came here as guests
and were killed in your country.

And we grieve for them.

Pardon me. Are... Are you saying
that you won't open a case?

No. The case is open

but our resources
here are not limitless.

Then you can't investigate?

Major General...

..these people were set on fire
while they were still alive.

You must investigate this!

It is not for you to
give me my orders, Mr Knippenberg.

Forgive me.

I meant no insult.

The impact such terrible
atrocities would have on all

those in Western Europe who wish
to visit your beautiful country,

if this killer is not found.

THEY CONFER IN THAI

Please understand, Mr Knippenberg,

it is not that we do not
want these crimes addressed.

Of course, sir.

Put perhaps, with our consent,
you can continue your own inquiries.

You have made
admirable progress so far.

But I-I'm not a policeman.

No.

Heroin laboratories in Marseille

and elsewhere in the South
of France have been shut down.

The end of the war in Vietnam...

..leading to the
increase you're seeing in

heroin trafficking from this
continent to mine and yours.

Thank you, Mr Redland.

Not for the first time,

Mr Knippenberg must apologise
for his late arrival.

In this case so late as to be
almost entirely pointless.

MURMURING

Yes. A-Apologies.

My appointment with
the police ran over time.

And then the traffic, of course.

Police, Knippenberg?

Unfortunate business.
Two of our young,

bodies found in the city morgue.

But one for the
Thai authorities now.

Yes. Although, they,
erm, they did suggest that

I continue with my inquiries.

Which is, erm,
quite preposterous, of course.

And not your work.

Moving on.

DOWNBEAT FOLK MUSIC PLAYS

Herman?

Well, it's incredibly loud!

How was your party?
Oh.

It was magical.
There was dancing.

Alain Delon was there.

He refused to dance with anyone else
and invited me to his suite tonight.

Well, don't let me stop you.

This is them?

Yeah.

Good God.

Look, here. They both wrote
letters from Hong Kong

just days before they
left for Bangkok.

They talk about the sights they saw,
how terrible their hotel was.

And then they mention this
French gem dealer

based out of Bangkok.

He helped Bloem with
a ring for Miss Dekker

and then invited them to come
and stay at his home with his wife.

Well, do they name
this French gem dealer?

No. Kannika?

KANNIKA REPLIES IN THAI

Did you read the Post today?

The Washington Post?

Yes, Herman, the Washington Post.

Kannika, outside, erm...

SHE ATTEMPTS TO ASK FOR
THE BANKOK POST IN THAI

Oh, THAT Post!

Everyone was talking about it.

A diplomat and a bar girl.

"Count Michel-Andre Jurion of the
Belgian Embassy is to make himself

"known to the lawyers
of Monsieur Alain Chartier..."

I-I'm sorry, Angela, I don't...

This man, Chartier, is a gem dealer.

A French gem dealer.

What? Based here?
Yes! Here in Bangkok.

We will shortly
be landing in Bangkok.

Please return to your seats...

SHE SOBS

Requiem Pour Un Con
by Serge Gainsbourg

* Ecoute les orgues

* Elles jouent pour toi

* Il est terrible

* Cet air la

* J'espere que tu aimes

* C'est assez beau non

* C'est le requiem

* Pour en con

* Je l'ai compose
specialement pour toi

* A ta memoire de

* Scelerat

* C'est un joli theme

* Tu ne trouves pas

* Semblable a toi meme

* Pauvre con

* Voici les orgues

* Qui remettent ca

* Faut qu't'apprennes par coeur

* Cet air la

* Que tu n'aies pas meme une
hesitation... *

What is it, do you think, they say?

Eh?

I'll tell you.

They ask themselves what
a beautiful woman like you...

..is doing with a
half-breed like me.

How do you know?

Because people have been
saying this all my life.

Why not go over and say hello?

But you don't call yourself
Marie-Andree.

Say you're Monique.

Tell them you're a fashion model

and I'm your photographer husband.

We'll make them love us.

It's a game.

Hi. Erm, hello. What is your name?

Hi. I'm Viola, nice to meet you.

Erm, Monique. My husband, Alain.

Alain! Hello. Aw, cute dog.

Nah, nah, nah, nah.
You've got to understand, Alain,

the price of oil
quadrupled in under a year!

Imagine what the war
was costing the Yanks

with oil at $12 a barrel.

There's no way they were
staying in Vietnam.

No, the ferocity of the
Vietcong meant far more.

I'll show you a souvenir.

From the time I photographed
the United States Army retreat

from Huwei.

That was a slice of aluminium,

the size of your glass.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

The day he gave up
military campaigns

for fashion campaigns
was a great relief.

I'm telling you, you know?

VIOLA GROANS

Viola? Are you all right?

Oh. Excuse me.

SHE PANTS

Guys, will you give me a minute?

Is she OK? I'll go and see now.

Viola, sweetheart?
Can I help at all?

I'm sure she'll be fine.

Monique!

They're only rich assholes.

And when they wake up
in the morning,

they will still be rich assholes.

They don't merit your concern.

Oil Politics. What does he know?

All he does is recite
what he's read in a fucking book.

You will be handling this problem,
correct?

Tell me what this is.

Tell me why I should, Cloggy.

Two murdered Dutch?

I have letters they wrote home

in which they both describe meeting
a French gem dealer

based out of Bangkok.

He invited them to come
and stay at his home, here.

So if this Chartier is
the same gem dealer,

he might know what happened to them.

You've taken the cops
up on their offer, then?

Does your ambassador know?

H-He's been nothing but encouraging.

I'll bet!

Pay for my lunch, Herman.

Excuse me?

I can't take you to meet
this gem dealer,

but if I'm taking you to meet
Jurion, you're paying for my lunch.

I have my driver. He can take us.

No. Send him away.

Why?

Because you don't you want him
seeing where I'm taking you.

INAUDIBLE

LOUD MUSIC

Come on, Cloggy.

The gem dealer is suing Jurion,
one of our Belgian attaches.

It was just a stupid fight
over a bar girl.

So we go looking for dirt on him,
to make him back down. Understand?

Anyway, Jurion hears
this crazy story.

'ippenberg from the Dutch.
You say it K...

I know how you say it, Herman.
It's just easier that way.

He shares an interest
in your gem dealer.

Alain Chartier.

Hi. Do you want girl? No.

No. Thank you.

Go on.

Two murdered Dutch,
they wrote of meeting

a French gem dealer
here in Bangkok.

He invited them to his house.

Well, then it is true!
Just like I told you, Siemons!

What is true? Tell him.

A French woman,
two months back in December,

very frightened, is doing
the rounds of the embassies,

looking for help, making
accusations, wild accusations,

against a French gem dealer

with an apartment near here
in Patpong.

What...? What were these
accusations?

Drugging and robbery. And murder?

Yes. Of who?

Of some young longhairs
who'd been persuaded

back to the gem dealer's apartment.

And you didn't think it
fit to tell me?

My two Dutch were burnt alive,
for Christ's sake.

You know how it works, Herman.

Belgium's interests
have to be confidential.

No, you mean this lecher's
reputation was at stake.

Hey! Hey! I'm not a lecher.

So...

..what happened?

Nothing.

Nothing?

No-one did anything?

I suppose you find this story
encouraging? This man Chartier,

this enemy you've made. Yeah,
he won't be able to slander you

if the Thais prosecute
him for murder.

Well, he won't.
And you think to yourself -well,

how many French gem dealers
can there be in Bangkok?

Precisely. Well, I'll tell you.

There are at least two of them.

If this man Chartier was the killer,
he'd have to be some kind of

fool to openly publish his name over
a row with a degenerate Belgian!

Hey... Which makes you fools as
well.

Eh, Cloggy. Herman? Look, wait.
Where are you going?

Where you should have gone
immediately.

To find that woman.

I just hope no harm has come to her.

I have been a photographer, just as
you have been a fashion model.

I am Charles.

You know at... Dal Lake?

He was not even my boyfriend.

Jules, I mean.

We were engaged before.

But I broke it off.

There was nobody else who wanted
to go on holiday with me.

Nobody wanted to do
anything with me.

All you needed to do was...

..ask.

Me, I mean.

Ask?

From the age of 15, there was
no-one and nothing that wanted me.

I was denied everything.

Not even allowed to be
a member of the country.

No passport, no papers.

All my life.

So if I'd waited for the world
to come to me, I'd be waiting still.

Everything I ever wanted,
I had to take it.

THEY PANT

69 Annee Erotique
by Serge Gainsbourg

SONG CONTINUES FAINTLY IN BACKGROUND

Er...

THEY CONTINUE TO CHAT

CAR DOORS OPEN AND CLOSE

DOOR BANGS SHUT

COUGHING

Erm...

Salut!

MONKEY CHATTERS

HE LAUGHS

THEY STRUGGLE ON TO CHAIR

Il c'est qui? Sh. English.

Why is he here?

I thought you only robbed people.

I don't want you doing housework,
Marie.

Keep him a little sick
and he will do anything for you.

Hey, hey, hey.

We are rescuing him.

Hm?

That's what people will say.

That nice couple rescued
that poor boy.

All right?

PHONE LINE RINGS

Hello, my name is Knippenberg.

I'm looking for a French woman.

She came to you making
very specific claims.

Claims of drugging, robbery,

murder even.

Of course. Erm, thank you
for your time.

Hello? Hello. Yes.

My name is Herman Knippenberg.

I'm calling in regard
to a French woman.

She would've visited you
in December,

just walked in off the street.
I'm sorry, sir, I can't...

She was making very specific claims,
about drugging, robbery, murder.

Phone back another time.
LINE CLICKS

Erm, could you check your records
to see if she came in to see you?

They're all at lunch.
I'll leave a message.

OK. No problem. Thank you so much.

Hello, yes.

Yes, erm, my name is Knippenberg,
I'm calling from the Dutch Embassy.

Might I speak with someone
in your consulate department?

I'm calling in regard
to a French woman.

Yes, a Donna Franchese, yes. She
would've visited you in December.

Sorry, yes, it's Knippenberg
from the Dutch Embassy.

Mr Knippenberg.

Oh, sorry, I will call you back.

Ja...

All the invitations...? Perfect.

Knippenberg.

Meneer Ambassadeur.

PHONE RINGS

Consular department.

Mr Knippenberg?

Yes. One moment, please.

The British Embassy, sir.
Thank you, Lawana.

Hello? Cartwright.
Am I speaking to Knippenberg?

Yes. Herman Knippenberg.
Yes, I called you earlier.

I was calling regarding
a French woman who

came to visit you in December.

Yes, that's right.

She...? You have a record
of someone visiting you, yes?

Yep. I saw her myself.

Les Cactus
by Jacques Dutronc

MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH

Excuse me.

Monkey! Oh, my God!

Who is your guest, Ajay?

Hey, I'm Teresa.

Monique. It's her place.

Oh, erm, you're the gem dealer?

I am not.

He is the gem dealer.

My husband, Alain.

HE MOANS

Where've you been?

You've been gone all night.

Pattaya.

The girl wanted to swim.

She and Ajay swam.

Will you see these cashed?

The American girl's
traveller's cheques.

Don't worry.

I'll fix the photograph.

But she's been here.

She can tell the police
where we are.

No, she can't.

You don't need to worry about this.

About any of it.

Take a photograph.

For my mother.

So she can see you.

See how well we're doing together.

Did she not give you her name,
Mr Cartwright?

No, she wouldn't.
She was highly agitated.

What DID she tell you?

Just as you described.

Allegations against this gem dealer.

Drugging, theft... Murder? Yes!

And you didn't believe her?

It's irrelevant whether
I believed her or not.

It's not within our gift to help.
It's far better gone to the police.

And? She said that was impossible.

This Frenchman had connections
with the police.

Friendships. Actually,
she left something with me.

I imagine you'd like to see it.
Yes. Please.

I don't suppose she left
a contact address with you,

somewhere that she might be found?

Oh, yes. Yes, she did.

There's a slip in the back leaf.

But no name? Oh, no, no.

Far too frightened.
Oh, keep it. Keep it. No use to me.

This is the man whose
diary this was.

Willem Bloem.

He was burnt alive.

What? Oh, no. No. There's no need
for that, Knippenberg.

And laying next to him
is his girlfriend.

Helena Dekker. They were very much
in love, I believe.

What is it you think
we're here for? Hm?

I don't mean our work,
I mean as human beings.

If it is not to have a care for
one another, then what is it?

I-I'm sorry. I-I...

LINE RINGS

Belgique. Paul, it's Herman.

I thought you weren't talking
to me, Cloggy.

Paul, I've found her, I think.

I helped him choose this.

You're Monique. I'm Suda.

Have you missed me?

Alain told me the monkey died.

How did you get in?

FLUSHING

I'm just explaining to my father

that you are Alain's secretary,
right?

Oh, you're here already.

Good.

Colonel Romyen.

If we go now,
we will make the reservation.

Vital Juices
by Funkadelic

Oh, hang on,
I want to show you something. Look.

That's my woman, Stephie,
and little Cleo.

HE LAUGHS

She's like a life raft for me.
She's beautiful.

Mm. So are you.

Hey, don't get too close.

Oh!

HE LAUGHS

Monique.

COUGHING

RETCHING

GROANING AND PANTING

What's wrong with me, man?

You've got to take me
to hospital, man.

It's OK, my friend, you're safe.

I know how you suffer, but relax.

I'm just really scared, man.

Monique has made you some
warm condensed milk.

It relieves stomach cramps.

Call Stephie. I will call. Call her.

Look who I found.

Hey.

Lena!

TUNES RADIO

You've been very unwell.

We've been looking after you
for almost two days now.

Wim?

Sh. Hey, he's sleeping.

You love him, don't you?

And he loves you.

It's like a natural
instinct for him.

He doesn't have to tell you.

You just feel it.

Like the sun on your face.

Monique.

Please.

Help us.

Please.

Why didn't you just do
what he wanted?

You should've bought the gems,
like I told you.

Don't you touch her.

What the fuck have you done to us?

RATTLING
No. Don't.

Don't, please.

RATTLING AND SPLASH

That was your medicine.

Your medicine makes us sick.
RATTLING AND SPLASH

What's happening here? Monique.

Why haven't they drunk
their medicine?

Fuck you, man!

THEY WHISPER

Hey, Wim. Relax, man. Back to bed.

Wim, that hurt!

STRUGGLING

No! Monique.

Monique, help me!

Monique, please!

Monique! Help me!

BLOWS LAND

OLD-TIMEY SONG DROWNS SOUNDS
OF STRUGGLE

DOG BARKS

SCREAMING

DOG BARKS

LOUD GRUNTING

Open the glove compartment.

Paul, be serious.

I'm intensely serious.

Your Dutch Reformist faith
in progress has no place here.

Men are beasts.

It might not be the scared French
woman that answers the door

but the murdering French man.

It's been months.

She might not even be here.

If she is in there...

..what then?

Have you thought about that?

You've got a good career waiting
for you, Herman.

Doing sober, diligent work
for your foreign ministry.

Going in there with a gun
is none of those things.

I'm not going to take the gun.

I ought to tell you,

Wim Bloem's diary confirms
the man's name is not Chartier.

It's Gautier.

Alain Gautier.

So, erm, I don't think Belgium's
interests will be served.

You can go home, if you like.

Fuck Belgium's interests, Cloggy.

Keep the engine running? Mm-hm.

HE KNOCKS ON DOOR

My name is Herman Knippenberg.

I am the Third Secretary
at The Embassy

of the Kingdom of the
Netherlands in Thailand.

I am searching for a woman.

A woman who has been
looking for help.

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