All language subtitles for Cyp.S01E01.WEB-DL.DDP5

How old?

Turns three tomorrow.

Congrats. Birthday cake on me.

I remember the way I felt
on my first strike.

Don't worry, man.
You'll get used to it.

HQ, going in.

Your signal in?

- Remember, no body bags.
- Copy that.

Steve, what's happening?
We're losing feed.

I think
there is no signal in the basement, sir.

- So we're going in blind?
- We still have audio.

Keep moving.

Authorization to keep moving.

10-4.

Stay on, team lead.

I'm getting some chatter.

Accelerate pace.

Take a right.

Right at corridor, stay on gridlines.
Stay in formation.

Down the hallway.

Stop at staircase.

I'm not seeing a staircase.

Staircase shows on the blueprint.
Are you sure?

Affirmative.
Negative on the staircase.

What does that mean?

Means we're getting closer.

No, sir. Something's off.
We should abort.

Nonsense.

Sir, can I proceed?

I repeat, may I have your authorization
to proceed, sir?

Proceed.

Authorization to proceed.

Continue on, team lead.

They're here.

I don't know how they found me.

You said I'd be safe here.

No. No time for that.

I will do what I have to.

My wife and son,
make sure they get the payment.

Tell them I love them.

That my work was for them.

Thermal view, one live target.

Okay, remember we need him alive,
no matter what.

Copy.

FBI!

Open the door!

Open the door!

Target is not compliant.
Permission to blow, sir?

Sir?

Blow the door.

Blow it.

Breach, breach, breach!

Here we go, here we go!
Put the gun down!

Move, move!

No!

What was that noise?

Steve?

Talk to me.

Question number five.

Where was Shawn Mendes born?

Toronto.

Oh, five for five!

She knows everything
there is to know about this kid.

I don't know what he smells like.

Nor will you.

My friend Jess and I think

he probably smells
like the woods in hockey.

Yeah, he does look
like he'd smell like that.

- I like this.
- What? The pop quiz?

No, silly, weekends with you.

I wish it was a whole week.

Yeah, me, too.

I miss you telling me funny stories
before I asleep.

Staying the night,
making me breakfast.

I love Mommy,
but I wanna live with you.

Can I talk to you like a grown-up
for a second?

I am a grown-up.
I'm eight years old.

- You're seven and a half.
- Eight minus a half.

And I have a boyfriend.

You have a boyfriend? Who?

It's none of your business.

Listen, what I wanted to tell you is...

It wasn't my choice that you went
to live with your mother,

and it wasn't her fault, either.

It's… It's a decision the judge made.

Why didn't Mr. Judge ask for my opinion?

Well, you know,
considering the circumstances

with me losing my job,
it was an understandable choice.

- They ruled in favor of your mother.
- But why?

Well, the judge wants to make sure
I have a job, you know?

I can provide for you.

I saw a sign at the grocery store
that said they were hiring.

Yeah.

Okay, well, let's go look into that.

And when I do get a job,

I will be going for full custody.

You promise?

Well, it depends.

You're gonna smile for me?

Oh, okay, we're really good
at killing time.

- When does the movie start?
- Half an hour.

I will take this,
you'll eat popcorn.

Heard you watched it happen,

first suicide?

No, but it doesn't get any easier.

Hey, Steve, check this out.

Something tells me
this ain't a printer test here.

Found it in the safe.

Where did all the easy cases go?

What do you think it is?

I have no idea. It's strange.

Strange how?

It's got Chinese, Latin, Arabic,

numbers,

circles, hieroglyphics,

and random shapes,
and random patterns.

Code.

Yeah, I can send an email
of it to you.

No, no, no, let's not risk
a security breach.

This might be our only lead
to solving this case

now that we lost the ability
to interrogate our suspect.

Bag it up, keep it safe.

I'll send a forensic team down
to test on site.

Copy that.

Sir, we don't have anyone in-house capable
of deciphering something like this.

And the one brain that could have
cracked it just got sprayed on the wall.

There is someone.

Someone we can bring in
from the outside.

I served with a military cryptanalyst
a while back.

He's currently on leave from the NSA.

- For what reason?
- Family.

Best cryptanalyst I know, sir.

You trust him?

Like I trust you.

Alright.

Full report on him on my desk ASAP

and his eyes on that document
in next two hours.

Okay, little miss,
you're taking your daddy

to see Pinky Princess.

Okay.

Hello.

Kurt?

What happened to your number?

I'll be pretty easy to remember.

Hey, what's happening?

Uh, right in the middle
of something.

Can it wait till tomorrow?

I understand.

Okay, I'll get back to you.

Just give me a couple of minutes.

Ann.

It's okay, Daddy.

- Don't you worry about me.
- I'm so sorry, sweetie.

But listen, there is good news, okay?

It's a

good lead to a full-time job,
this thing,

and if that happens, you know,
the judge would love that.

And then I'll live with you.

Look, it's one assignment
that may not lead to a full-time thing,

but if it does, you will be
the first thing I ask for, okay?

Yeah?

So we can, you know,
we can see the movie tomorrow.

But, Daddy, you know
I have school tomorrow.

Okay, what are you studying tomorrow?

- Math.
- Oh.

Well, missing two hours
of school's not gonna kill you,

and it just so happens
your dad's a pretty good mathematician,

so you're gonna inherit
that skill no problem.

Runs in our blood.

So what are we gonna tell the school?

You can tell 'em
you have a court appointment.

Yeah? Yeah?

- And what are you gonna tell Mommy?
- I was studying at school.

Mmm. I love you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Will Scott's file, sir, as you requested.

Kurt's already contacted him.
He's currently en route.

Agent Victor Virkler.

- Will Scott.
- We've been waiting for you.

- Okay.
- Follow me.

This contains symbols
and character combinations

I've never seen before.

How many hours is this
gonna set us back?

I'm afraid this is not
a one or two-hour operation.

This could take days.

Would I be able to take this back
with me and analyze it further?

No, that is not proper protocol.

But I I can check,
hold on a second.

Sir, I have cryptologist
Will Scott here.

He's

Sir, but the process is going
to take longer than what was expected.

How do you like to proceed?

Copy that.

Sir, you're on speakerphone.

Mr. Scott, this is Robert Martin.

First off, thank you for jumping onboard
on such short notice.

Despite your mishap at the NSA,

I've reviewed your file
and based on your skill set,

it seems like you are
the right man for the job

and Kurt speaks highly of you,

so it's a pleasure
to have you on our team.

Pleasure's mine, sir.

That being said,
this document is extremely sensitive

and I cannot allow it
to leave the building

until forensics
swept the entire premises,

so it definitely won't be
going anywhere with you.

We're clearing some space
for you here now in our office

and you start tomorrow morning,
understood?

Yes, sir.

Okay, guys.

This code, whatever it is,

it's extremely important.

So we have two objectives:
one, keep it in our hands,

and two, give this man
whatever he needs

to crack this case wide open.

- Got it?
- Yes, sir.

Sir, I could oversee the transfer
of documents if you'd like.

It's alright,
Steve will handle that.

You just keep an eye
on this cryptanalyst here, okay?

Uh, the latest on this
is we have one confirmed fatality

at this point.

We are still searching
for five other victims.

Okay, do we know
if they were living in the safe house?

I mean, if they…

Everything okay?

- I need a hammer.
- What you got?

Something inside the walls.

Hammer.

Hey, sweetheart, it's daddy.

This explosion happened
and then subsequently

Listen, about our little secret tomorrow

No longer really a secret.

I bet your mom's gonna get
this message before you do.

Listen, I'm gonna have to cancel.

I'm really sorry.
It just work things got a little crazy.

But we'll reschedule, okay?

I'm really sorry.

I love you.

I'll talk to you soon.
Okay, sweetheart?

Bye.

Hey, sweetheart, it's daddy.

Listen, about our little secret tomorrow

No longer really a secret.

- Who was it?
- Wrong number.

Officials have confirmed
the loss of eight FBI agents

in a devastating warehouse explosion
in East Los Angeles.

Exactly why the FBI
were on the premises,

as well as what caused the explosion

have not yet been determined.

In the interest of privacy
for the investigation,

as well as their families,
the identities of the deceased

are not being released at this time.

Exactly what caused
the explosion is a mystery

as the FBI begin to investigate
exactly what caused this blast.

Was it a planned bombing?

Could have been caused by an IED?
Or was it a mere accident?

The initial ATF report
just came back.

They found embedded explosives
within the building.

What do you mean embedded?

We swept every inch.

It appears they loaded
the false room C4

and detonated remotely.

Might explain the missing room.

They knew we were there.

I know.

Yes, everybody responsible for this
knew this day was coming. They...

They planned this out
a long time ago.

Important, Andre?

Text from Lao.

He and Agent Carter just arrived
at Steve Vilker's house.

That's, uh,

eight families to answer to.

You can't blame yourself, sir.

No, Kurt.

We have to blame ourselves, too.

You know why?

Because there is no one else
to blame right now

until we catch the bastards
that are responsible for this.

The buck stops here.

Right here, in this room.

It's on us.

Now, where are we at
with this suicide victim?

Ugh, no ID, yet.

They're preparing DNA samples
as we speak.

The answers will come in
as soon as results do.

Well, his identity is the only piece
of this puzzle we have left.

Hurry up!
Gonna be late for work.

It's okay, mom, I'm ready.

It's not like I'm old enough
to spend two hours

to put makeup on yet.

- Thank God.
- It'll come soon.

Alright, smart mouth.

Alright, let's go.

Kurt, uh, Will Scott called my desk

and asked if you can call him back.

Sounded urgent.

Okay, thanks, Ashley.

Will, you okay? What's going on?

Um, fine.

I I just saw the explosion
on the news.

Kurt, I'm sorry about your men.

Yeah, shit's crazy.

Listen uh, you know,
an hour earlier I would have been there.

Do you know who's behind it?
Anything?

No, not yet.
We're still working on it.

Hey, listen, that, uh, document went up
with everything else in the warehouse.

So we're, uh,
not gonna need you anymore, you know?

Yeah, I get it.

I need to ask you a favor.

Will, now is not the time.

Listen, it won't take much time
and it's really important.

Okay, shoot.

Okay, you know I don't have access
to the system anymore.

I need you to run a name for me.

Jimmy Gordon.

Is he the culprit?

What are you after him for?

Can't really tell anymore just now,

but could you please
run the name for me?

What are you not telling me?

Look, you know what?
Don't worry about it all.

I'll run it through someone else.

Oh, come on, stop.

You know, let me see
what I can dig up on.

What's his name?

Okay. Jimmy Gordon.

Jimmy Gordon.

- Alright.
- Thanks.

Kurt, again, I'm really sorry
about your guys.

Yeah, me, too.

Hey, what'd you find?

Your man, uh, Jimmy Gordon
was a respectable banker,

Caucasian, 50 years old,
originally from Arizona,

clean, with no criminal records,
born 1967,

and dead two months ago
from cardiac arrest.

Dead?

Yeah, it says here
a heart attack took him out.

Okay, do you have
an exact death date?

Uh, August 16, 2020.

You gonna tell me
who this guy is?

Will?

Thank you for your help.
I'll call you back.

How you feeling?

Like everyone else.
A little shook up.

Sir, who was your source
for the warehouse tip?

You know
I can't share that, Kurt.

I have to protect my source.

Sir, but your all due respect,
your source did not protect us.

We lost eight agents.
Our family.

They were my family, too.

- But, sir, I...
- Enough. Stop it.

Sir, just one more thing.

Are you sure your source
is only playing for one team?

Think about it.

Anna?

Everything okay?

I'm fine.

Hmm.

Well, you don't sound fine.

What's the matter, kiddo?

I'm not a kid.

Yes, I know.

You're growing up so fast,

but you'll always be my little girl
and I'll always be your momma.

Okay?

What's on your mind?

- Mom.
- Yeah?

Did Daddy ever call?

Um

I don't think so, baby.

So we received positive ID
on our microwave suicide shooter.

Alex Mais,
42 years old, Albanian national,

came to the US in '98.

No priors, clean as a whistle.

The guy went to Boston College,
got a BS in computer science.

Later went to MIT and got a masters
in computer engineering in '05.

He moves to Santa Monica
where he meets Russian-born Marta Ulo.

They marry in the spring of '06.

Have nothing on her either.

A housewife with no record.

Well, let's bring her in for questioning.

We need to know what flipped
Alex's switch, who he's working for.

So, old roommates, neighbors, teachers,

see what you guys can dig up, huh?

Peterson, Norville,
you guys head out to Boston,

everybody else,
you're scouring the LA area.

Okay, guys?

- Dismissed.
- Yes, sir.

Let's get it done, come on.

When he says he wants to sweep,

you start with all
the municipal districts.

- Run everything through me.
- Yes, sir.

You look like you could
use some sleep.

It's not a nice thing
to say to a lady.

I didn't mean it like that.

- I just meant... just...
- No... no, it's fine, Andre.

Yeah, I can use some sleep.

So grab some winks.

I mean it, Reese.

Kurt and I,
we can keep things moving.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

To everything there is a season,

and a time to every purpose
under heaven.

A time to weep
and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn,

and a time to dance.

We thank You
for Will's life here on Earth

and we recognize that this body
that lies before us is not Will.

Rather it's the house
in which he lived

and we acknowledge
that Will is rejoicing even now

in your very presence,

enjoying the blessings of heaven.

Surprised you're still alive, I'm sure.

Who is this?

Where the hell am I?

One question at a time.

I think you know
where you are, Will Scott.

How do you know my name?

All your questions
will be answered in time, Mr. Scott.

Now, follow my instructions
and everything will be okay.

What instructions?

What are you talking about?

What the fuck is going on?

Get me out of here!

Calm down, Will.

Now's not the time to get agitated.

The average human being

consumes around 0.5 liters
of oxygen per minute.

You've been in this coffin
for five hours

and almost 21 minutes,

which leaves you
with approximately nine minutes

of breathing oxygen.

So I suggest you do as I say,

and then we can have
a nice long chat,

fireside perhaps.

Now, listen closely.

There's a trigger above your head.

Twist the handle.

Now push.

You buried me alive.

You piece of shit.

I wanna know what's going on,
right now!

I'm on your side.

What are you talking about?
You put me in there!

I never said that.

Well, if you didn't, who did?

Okay, tell me who you are

and who put me in coffin
to begin with!

You're getting sidetracked
and you're asking the wrong question.

I think it's a pretty damn
reasonable question!

Listen, you were dead

and I'm offering you a new life here.

Come meet me
and I'll explain everything.

Where?

There's a black car
parked across the street

in the alleyway.

Key's in the ignition.

I suggest you get moving.

Black Chevy?

007EM77.

Okay, I'm in the car.

What next?

The GPS on the dash, turn it on,
and follow the direction.

That wasn't so hard, was it, Will?

Where are you taking me?

You'll see soon enough.

Listen, I just woke up
in a fucking coffin.

- I think I deserve some goddamn answers!
- Relax, Will.

Once you arrive at your destination,

I'll make sure you get answers
to all your questions.

You have 32 minutes.

Hello?

Hello?

God fucking dammit.

We're sorry,
you have reached the number...

Shit!

Begin driving.

Continue straight.

In 200 meters, turn right.

Keep right.

Keep right.