All language subtitles for X Company S03E01 Creon vs. Ixion

Previously on X Company...

- I need you to be Alfred's
spotter.

- That special, is he?

- Franz, what happened in
Terre-du-Fils?

- I executed 68 innocent men.

I believed I had to.

- That's the man we
have to target. We've
got to find the scrap of a soul

that's left in there
after everything he's done.

- Tom! Tom!

No, no...

- What happened?
- You'd have been so proud.

- What would you say if
I told you that today you had

an opportunity
to serve your country?

There's a canvas
detonator inside.

Snapping it in half
pulls the canvas.

Four seconds later,
it's over.

- Klaus! What are you doing?

- Kristina!

- When you said my name,
what did it feel like?

- Where's Miri?
- The last I saw her,

she was picking off
Germans from a church tower.

- Don't move.

Then we're both good as dead.

I don't care.

Your friendship with this woman
is going to cost us.

It's over between us.

- Why are you here?
- I'm here for my son.

- Tell me what it is
you want me to do.

-: Yah!

- Creon has landed!
- How was your flight?

- How good is this safe house?
- It's good. The head

administrator's pro-Resistance.
- Easy to say.

- He's been patching up our boys
since the Germans hit Paris.

He's on our side.
- Are you sure?

- We're sure. This--
the whole wing is ours.

- It's the new
Tuberculosis Ward, so...

nobody wants to come close.
- It's a good idea.

- It was Tom's.

- Where's Neil?

- Oh...

Hello?

You're looking
for someone?

- A young woman.
Long dark hair.

A black shirt.
The Germans had her.

- One of the prisoners.
- You saw them?

-: They stopped
at my farm. Took our food.

They were taking them north.
- You know where?

- No.
- When?

- A few hours ago.

- We're picking up Faber
in about 20 minutes.

- And his wife?
- He wants to keep her out of
it.

- Out of the question.
- It was his condition.

- She's a civilian, she knows
too much, she needs to
understand what

it means to keep her mouth shut.
- That's gonna provoke him.

- Irrelevant. If we get him
here and secure, you go and get
her.

- Understood.

- Where have you been?

- We lost one of our recruits.
- Miri.

- The Roma girl.
- She was taken prisoner at
Dieppe.

I think I know where she is.
- It's not our priority.

- She's the reason I'm alive.
- We're about to land one of the
biggest assets we've ever had.

- She'll disappear. She'll be
shot, you know what they do.

- She know about this
safe house?
- No.

- No reason to go after her.
- Just like that?

- I'm not risking any one of my
agents who know what you know.

- Which is what?
- That an Oberfuhrer is
willing to work for the Allies.

- Or it could just be
the first move in a long con.

It could. But sometimes the only
way to know the truth

is to look a man in the eye.

- When you are finished those,
sir, I'll make sure they get to
Oberfuhrer Fisher's office.

- You'll find things need to
move much faster now.

- You'll get
used to it.

- Your signature, sir.

- What is this?

- A troop requisition
for Oberfuhrer Fischer.

- What is the operation?
- A student group

suspected of crimes
against the state.

- Don't worry
about the details.

Trust your staff.
That's what they're for.

How does it feel?

- You're right, everything
takes getting used to.

- Do it quickly.
I'm leaving for Berlin.

- Today?
- Tomorrow morning.

You think I'd miss your
celebration this evening?

- Your wife must be looking
forward to it.

It is a promotion
for her as well, isn't it?

- For you.

- Really, Franz.
You don't look well.

You should pace yourself.

- The war will end soon enough.
- Bring your boss a coffee.

And make sure he's at his desk
at five, feeling sharp.

- I'm expecting
a telephone call.

- You didn't tell him?

It is a call
of congratulations

you won't want to miss.
- Yes, sir.

- Our latest recruit.

- A lot of blank spots.

- Hopefully not for long.
Franz Faber's family?

- We have his mother and father.
- Farmers, right?

- Both deceased.
- Wife's side?

- Schmidt.

- German for Smith?
That oughta narrow it down.

Keep at it. Get creative.
Anything we can use
for added leverage.

- Where're you going?
- I'm going to get a drink.

- Women's entrance
is around the corner.

- You want me to go outside
and come back in again?

- What'll it be?
- Rye and ginger..?

- Is that a question?

- OK...
- Rye and ginger.

- So... how's your day so far?

- Already looking up, thanks.

- Glad to help.

Come on, don't tell me
you're here on your own?

- Today, I am.

- Where's the lucky man?

In the service?

- Was.

Killed in action,
some... beach in France.

Some place that has
nothing to do with us.

- What do you think
you're doing?

- Being cautious.
Belt and holster.

You can't be seen in uniform.

- Do not mistake this
for the tables being turned.

- Just get in the chair.

- His mother
was devastated.

There was nothing I could say.
- A bit early, eh?

What the hell,
I will have a... beer.

Beer, please?

You're not gonna
tell, are you?

- Ahh...

Busy day?

I... saw you walking down
the other side of the street

and, uh...

...don't get me wrong, this
isn't something I usually do,

but can I buy you a drink?
- I'm doing just fine.

- Hm! I'm Aaron Berkman.

Not gonna tell me your name?
- You know what, pal?

There's plenty of tables.
- You got a problem with me?

- Maybe you should double
the hell back out of my bar.

This is us telling you
the nice way.

-: Ahem!

- Goddamned Jews!

- There had better be
an excellent reason.

- Someone we wanted you to meet.
- Franz Faber!

I'm Duncan Sinclair.

You're surprised to see me.

Should I know who you are?

You had my photograph
in your office safe.

You sent a man to try to kill me

and sabotage my communications.

- How is he?
- Has he not reported in?

- Why are you here?

Someone of your rank behind
enemy lines, is that wise?

- Is it wise that
someone of your rank...

is offering to work
for the Allies?

- This was not
the protocol.

- Change of plan
for my security.

I need to know
if I can trust you.
- That goes both ways.

- How does your wife feel

about you working
for the Allies?

I assume you told her?
- Yes.

She knows.
- Good. Alfred and
Aurora are bringing her in.

- That's not
the deal we made.

- All due respect to my team,

I'm the one
making the deal today.

- She will be kept out of this.
- She's already in it.

She knows that
you came to us.

She'd be considered a traitor
for not reporting you. She's

a risk to herself, and to us if
she makes a single false move.

- You will not contact her.

- It's too late.

Is there something

that you're not telling me?

-: She's not
at the park or the church.

- The café?

She... could
be inside.

- Then, why won't she
answer the telephone?

- Hey. Sinclair
brought chocolate.

Wanna go halves?

- Are you twelve?
You know what that's for.

- Yes, I know what it's for.
- It's for battering.

for favours.
- I know!

Just tryin'a...
take your mind off things.

- I was this close.
She could be anywhere now.

We'll get to her
when we can.

- Because she's not
useful right now.

Not as important
as we are.

Not as important
as that Nazi in there.

Just another life.
Got to keep your eye
on that bloody big picture.

- It's not what
I was saying.

I bet he'd know
where she's being taken.

- Madame...
stop, please.

- Good morning!

I am here to see
Sabine Faber.

- I'm sorry, but
I can't let you in.

You know me.
I'm Helene Bauer.

I was here with her
just last week.

She was due to meet me

at the cafe over an hour ago.
Now she's not answering

the telephone so I'm
worried that something
might have happened to her.

May I please just
go up and check on her?

- I'm afraid not.

- What is your name, sir?

- Sturmmann Graff.
- I will make sure

to mention you to the Oberfuhrer
next time I see him.

- Frau Faber

is not at
home today.

- Well, you might
have mentioned that.

Then, where is she?
- I couldn't say.

- Couldn't?
Is that professional

discretion or
just pure ignorance?

- Discretion, Frau
Bauer. Generally--

- Discretion is for strangers
or unwelcomed guests.

I'm neither.

Where is she?

- I shouldn't be here,
I should really get back.

- Who says?
-: Yeah...

Yeah, who says?
Crummy job anyway.

Boss gets all the glamour,
takes all the credit.

- And that is why
I'm my own boss.

- Hm... smart.

- Everybody in this country
always tells you what to do.

I think the least we can do
is choose how to spend our days.

- Yeah...

I told him not to sign up.

I mean, what have
the Germans ever done to us?

We're sending decent

Canadian citizens over there
to die on their beaches

for nothing. It's not
like we stand a chance.

Sorry... I shouldn't.

It's the...
it's the rye talking.

- Well, it's
common sense.

The sooner the Germans get it
done, the more lives we save.

- Most people
don't see it that way.

- We aren't "most people" here.

You can speak
freely at my bar.

I consider it my patriotic
duty to defend that freedom.

-:
Hear, hear! Cheers!

- Well... sign me up, boys!

is this a club?

What do you do,
get together and talk freely?

- You think we're all talk?
- I dunno...

you tell me.

- Maybe I'll show you.

- Sorry about the mess.

- You don't see
many of these anymore,
not in this neck of the woods.

- No, you don't!
- You play?

- Never thrown a ball
in my life.

But I have
swung a bat.

Christie Pits,
back in '33?

You're probably
too young to remember.

- Nope. My Dad
was in on that fight.

I wanted to go. See the yids
get what's coming to them,

but...

he wouldn't let me.

- It was quite a night.

Last time we got
to carry that flag.

In public anyway.
- I heard

about that group,
down in the Beaches.

The Swastika Club?

Yeah. We were just good citizens
trying to keep things clean.

- And now?
- Now, I put

like-minded people
in touch with each other.

- Like-minded?
- There's ways we
can do our part from here.

- Help the Germans
get it done?

- Hm... we speak
the same language.

Ah! Ah! Ah.

- Don't make me
hurt you.

- I won't be dragged from my
office in the middle of the day.

- Fair enough.

- There's a library across
from my office, third floor.

Hang a yellow sash on
the curtain instead of blue.

I will return the signal.
- Let's just make sure

that we have
an understanding here first.

- I've asked your team before,
what is it you want me to do?

- I want you to help build
Aurora's cover as Helene Bauer.

- Go on.

- She'll be your
handler, she'll provide
you with regular instruction.

- I see.
Anything else?

- I want a list

of every informant
in the area,

specifically those trying to
infiltrate Resistance cells.

- This is not what we agreed.
- This is what it looks like

to be a double agent.
- You know why I'm here.

To mitigate the excesses,
the liquidation of
unworthy citizens.

- Aurora told me about your son.
- Then you know what I'm asking.

- The death camps.

We feel the same way,

but that is not a battle
we can win by bombing.

Our best bet...

is to wipe out the disease.

- The Reich.

- Win the war.

- You'll never win. You saw
what happened in Dieppe.

- Sabine left your apartment
two nights ago

with luggage and
she hasn't been seen since.

- What happened?

- Answer the question.

- What happened was I told her
I was gonna work with you.

- So when you came to us,
she didn't already know?

- I hadn't told her before, no.
It was for her own safety.

Then...

it became unavoidable.

I didn't think she'd
react the way she did.

- Which was how?

- She said that I was
out of my mind.

She said...

"I can't do this."

- Can't do what?

- Live here?
Stay married?

Betray Germany?

- Where is she, Franz?

- I have no idea.

- Two days. She could've
gone anywhere in two days.

- That's the problem.
- So she's gone and we have

no idea where our loyalties are.

- That's why we need to find her
fast, assuming she's in Paris.

- He's got agents everywhere.
Why can't he track her down?

- No, that's the last thing
he should do.

He needs to keep
this as quiet as possible.

- Contact the camp,
mobilize our Paris agents,

check anywhere
she might have been seen.

- Metro, train stations...
- Bus depots and hotels.

- Could she have
gone to a friend?

I was all she had

- I swear on my life,
I've never seen that man before.

I don't know anything about him.
- He's a German agent,

he worked with the Royal Care
Society, made regular visits

to a German POW camp
in Bowmanville.

Twelve days ago he failed
to show up for work

after committing an act
of treason. Where is he?

- How would I know
if I've never seen him?

You can't do this.
I know my rights!

- You can yell as loud as
you want. We've rounded up

your rats. We've got
a dozen soldiers outside.

- You're lying.
- You've already confessed

to high treason, punishment
is severe. Help us help you!

Yes or no?

- AH!
- This is me

asking you in the nice way.

- ALRIGHT!

I've never seen him.

A couple of times,
I've done a guy a favour.

He comes in here...

with an envelope or something
and I stash it in a church

and I call another guy
and let him know it's there.

- Go on.

- About two weeks ago,
I had to leave an envelope...

with a letter to a POW.

- Call him...
let him know

you have another package for
him, he needs to get it today.

If you give him a distress
signal and he doesn't show up

at the church, my colleague
gets the last word with you.

- We need to bring
your wife into line.

- I will not have her
put at risk.

- You want to help us,
this is the first step.

We are all at risk
without Sabine on our side.

- Sir, we have the text for
the transmission to the Camp.

I need you to check it.

- Neil, watch him.

- You don't know where she is...

or even if she's safe.

I have the same problem.

- The Gypsy?

- You know?

My informant at Varages

said the English guerrilla
leader had a Gypsy girlfriend.

A sharpshooter, Miri.

- Keep talking.

- A woman of that description
was recently arrested

for shooting soldiers
from a bell tower in Dieppe.

- Where is she?
Is she alive?

- As far as I know.
- Where was she taken?

Tell me where she is.

Please.

- What are you
thinking about?

- Dieppe. You.

Standing on top
of that tank on fire.

The tank, I mean. Not you.

-: The best
part of that was the view.

Seeing that jeep at the far end
of the field carrying you back.

And you...

you get to relive
those moments, you get to...

see them, to smell them.
- It's as real

as the present, every time.

- Hm... so,

when you were
a little boy,

you could spend
a whole day inside...

the memory of the first time
you tasted ice cream?

- I still can.

Any first taste.

- We don't have to talk
about what happened.

But I wouldn't mind
if it happened again.

- Early Bird.
The camp says to meet

at the usual place. Password
is Early Bird. Anyone

in Paris with news of Sabine's
whereabouts will call in.

- Good, I'll go.

- Harry, watch him.

- Neil.

Neil!

What the hell's going on?

- I told him where he might
find his friend, Miri.

- You did what?

She was probably transported
along with the other

Dieppe insurgents
to a holding station

near Val-des-Plaines,
just north of Paris.

- Harry, bring him back.

- Neil! Neil!
- Go back, Harry.

- Don't do this.
Sinclair's orders!

Even if you could
find the holding station...

even if she's still
there, still alive,

what are you going to do, huh?
What, you're going to break her

out on your own? Get yourself
arrested? Get yourself killed?

I'm not going to let you do
that. I can't let you--

- Are you finished,
will you shut your mouth?

- No, I'm not gonna shut
my mouth. You can't do this.

- All those bodies,
all those boys on the beach,

they were following
orders, and for what?

There is no
"for what" anymore.

It's "for who",
that's all we have left.

I have to see her,
I have to.

We didn't get
to say goodbye.

Are you still
standing in my way?

- Hey!

HEY! Get out.

Now! Go!
- OK!

- Get in!

- This is the best
you could do?

Move over.

Go on!

- This is Early Bird.
-

Renier confirms a friend
checked in yesterday morning.

- Is she still there?
-

- Your agent Neil asked me

a question, I answered.
A test if you like.

- A test?
- To know who I'm dealing with.

- Now is not the time.
This is not your business.

- I came here last week
with an offer to assist you--

- That's right: you came to us.
- That was before

my decision
cost me my wife.

Before you dragged me through
the streets in a wheelchair

thinking that I will be
your errand boy, give you

unlimited access to all my
files. And now, you seriously

expect me to put
my life, my wife's life,

into your hands? Into
the hands of this team

when they're all safety risks?
- This team has been one step--

- Neil is insubordinate, Harry
clearly can't bring him in line!

And your vaudevillian
is in love with Aurora.

I've seen him resist
the extremes of his own pain.

But when I threatened her
back at my apartment,

he became compliant immediately.
That's not even his failure;

it's yours for letting
the two work together.

As far as I'm concerned,
I cannot trust the lot of you.

This arrangement is off.

- Franz.

You know I can't
let you do that.

My people are hand picked and
well trained.

They've been through hell
and they're still standing.

Yes, they are human,
but I consider that a plus.

- I'm not willing to gamble
on what you consider a plus.

- Last warning.

You'd actually shoot?
- What would you do
in my position.

- Colonel!
- I would shoot.
- That's my point.

- But that's me.

- Your call.
- Sir!

Please remember
why we're here.

I used to be afraid
of stepping out my front door.

Then you came along out
of nowhere and you told me

I could do
something that mattered.

But it wasn't the colonel
who recruited me,

it was the father
with one son left,

the man who was afraid

for the future.

And I've seen you
crying on your knees,

Afraid of what you'd turned
into. Because everywhere

you look, you see your own boy
reaching out to you,

asking why
you let go of him.

- You have a son?

- William.
- You're fighting for him.

- I stopped fighting for
principles a long time ago.

He's probably not even alive,
but even if he isn't--

- He's why you're here.

What happened to him?

- Shot down in the Pacific.

- I was right.
- About what?

- You have no control
over your people.

You will respect my terms.

- We'll start small.

We'll use
your protocol.

No visits to
the home or office.

- You will protect
my position. You will
not compromise me or my wife.

)

AAH!

- Oh no, you don't!

Let's get him out
back to the jeep.

- We'll ditch the car

in the woods and
do a reckie on foot.

- Did he say how big
the holding station was?

- Oh shit.

- Do a U-turn.
- That'll

hardly look suspicious.
- What, so we're gonna
run right into them?

- We're French civilians
with nothing to hide.

- Stop!

- There's just three of them.
- Could be 20 more in there.

- Don't move. Hands in the air.

Get out of the car.
- Is something wrong?

- Get out of the car!

- Did we do something wrong?
- There.

Go there! Come on!

Turn around.

Turn. Turn!

On the ground!

- On the ground!

Would it have been so hard to
check the fuel before we left?

Go get the hose!

They expect us in Caillefaux
in 40 minutes. I'm not going

to take the blame
for this! We need your gas.

- Good call coming
on the road trip.

- I've seen her,
I've seen Sabine.

- Is she alright?
- I'm not sure.

She is at the Hotel Renier. She
was escorted by an SS Officer

and his security entourage.
- What was the man's rank?

- It was two diamonds
and three leaves.

- Obergruppenfuhrer.

- I should have known.
- Known what?

- Obergruppenfuhrer
Ulrich Schmidt

- Ulrich Waldemar Schmidt.
Late wife, Elsa Elisabeth. PhD

in Mathematics. Currently
Minister of Natural Resources.

He's one of Himmler's
inner circle.

- He's her father.

- Yes.

That's fine.

Thank you.

Are you hungry?

I ordered petits fours.
- Thank you.

- These are my favourites too!

- No, I mean for
coming all this way.

It was selfish of me to think
you would have the time.

- I wanted to.

And I had to be here
for this evening.

How's your room?
- Perfect.

402, just down the hall.

- I missed you...

hearing your voice.

But you sounded
so upset.

You've been quiet
since the train station.

What is it, Bine?

What was it you couldn't
tell me on the telephone?

- I don't know where to start.

Ulli... He died five weeks ago.

- I'm so sorry.

Oh, Sabine,
I'm so sorry.

- There was no one
I could talk to,

no one who knew him.

I've been so alone.

- What about Franz?

- How close is Sabine
with her father?

- Very close. He's always been
protective of her. Especially

since her mother died
- Close enough she'd tell him

too much?

- She wouldn't.

- You don't seem so sure.
- Let's go to the hotel.

There may be a way
to make sure she cooperates.

If it's not too late.

- Be careful. If she's said
anything, they'll be
on the lookout.

- We're always careful.
- I need to get back

to my office.
- You can't, not yet.

- There's a telephone call
at 5 o'clock from Berlin.
It's been scheduled for 2 days.

- For 2 days?
- It's just a call
of congratulations.

Nevertheless.
- What's the occasion?

- My promotion
to Brigadefuhrer.

For my contribution
to our success at Dieppe.

- From the man himself?

I see.

Well, the thing is,
if Sabine talked,

it doesn't matter if you're
back for that call or not.

Trust my team.

They will figure out
where we stand.

We'll get you back
in time if it's safe.

Now,

I know that I said
we'd start out small,

but that was before...
I knew about your promotion.

And your father-in-law.

What do you say we...
don't start out small?

- What do you mean?

- What if there's a way
to win this war a little faster.

Off the battlefield.
Lives... saved on both sides.

You think
the Nazis can't lose,

let's talk about what's
keeping their war going.

Let's talk about oil.

- How're you doing,
Fritz? Good?

Yeah?

Look at you.
I can't wait to see

the look on my girlfriend's face
when I tell her I got to kick

actual Fascist ass today.

Sorry. I was kidding.

But I... do
get to watch, right?

Interrogation training?
- Go.

Both of you!
I'll make sure

you get credit
for the extracurricular.

-: Alright. Let me
know if you need anything.

Anything at all.

What happened?

Did the Frommer boy chicken out?

- No.

Klaus Frommer,
who was a brave,

gentle, patriotic
young man,

actually managed to smuggle the
bomb you gave him into the Camp,

and came this close to blowing
up our Communications Centre

and taking our Colonel
down with him.

- I'm sorry...

you said he "was"?

- I shot him.

- Huh...

How did that go?

- I have a duty
to the uniform I wear

to treat prisoners
with respect and civility.

But right now,

my boss is out of town.

And there's no one
here but me...

and you.

- Ja!

- Could be worse. At least,
we're almost there.

- You, sit down.
I said, "Sit down!"

- Did you hear that?

There's no soldiers
in there, they're prisoners.

- Where did they say
they were going?

- Uh, it sounded
like Caillefaux.

I think it was Caillefaux.

- I'll get it ready.
- Meet you back here.

- I know it's hard,

but maybe we should
look for a silver lining.

- What do you mean?
- Well, it sounds wrong

to say this but, uh...

maybe it's for the best.

Poor Ulli,
he wasn't well.

- He wasn't sick.
- No, no, of course, uh...

what I mean is...

despite all the love...

all the love in the world
you had for him,

Mongoloids never
develop normally.

And when you think
about the future,

what would it
have been?

For him?

For you?

You are still so young...

you have so much to hope for.

The most important thing is

what happened is not your fault.

-: Oh, Papa.

- It's not your fault.

I blame myself.
Maybe I should've had

Franz's background
checked more thoroughly.

I always knew
you deserved better.

But I saw how you loved him.

He made you laugh...

for the first time
since we lost Mama.

I only wanted
to make you happy again,

which you will be...

I promise.

Now,

I wish
the timing was better.

But I'm expecting
someone for a meeting.

Sweetheart...

was there something else
you wanted to tell me?

- No. I'll go to my room,
maybe lie down.

- 'Bine, what is it?

Please.

You can tell
your father.

- Papa...

it's serious.

It's about Franz.