All language subtitles for Human.Target.2010.S02E09.720p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-ScT

Well, if it isn't
the long-lost Ilsa Pucci.

Hello, Connie.

It's been almost a year...

Not a phone call,
nothing.

Well, don't just stand there.

Give your sister-in-law a hug
so we can both go.

Apologies for wanting
to meet in the alley like this.

Security, you know.

And I'm sorry to drop in
on such short notice.

Oh, please.
I'm thrilled you're here.

And I hope you don't mind
my asking to meet your new team.

Of course not.

You have every right
to meet them.

You're Chairman of the Board
of my foundation.

They're technically
your employees.

What?

You're like a teenager
who doesn't want daddy

To meet her new friends.

Don't be absurd.

I mean, these are men
of skill, of--of character.

They're professionals...

Of the highest caliber.

Okay, shoot me.

Dear God.

What are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

What are you doing?

We just got some new
body armor in the mail.

- I want to try it out.
- Try it out? Here?

We can't do it outside.

There's, you know,
kids and stuff.

- Dude, we gonna do this or what?
- Yeah. Let's go.

Didn't anyone

get my messages?

That guy's
not gonna call.

Really?

Five minutes. I leave you alone
for five minutes.

Well, hard to see

how that could have gone
any worse.

Gentlemen,

this is my
sister-in-law Connie...

Marshall's sister.

She's treating me

to the opera tonight.

Connie,
this is the team.

How you doing?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Good. Well, perhaps we could end
humiliation there,

retire to my office.

Listen, by the way,
Mrs. Pucci,

you still gonna need
that security escort

we talked about?

You asked for an escort?

I just had a scare
a couple of nights ago.

I thought someone
was following me.

- You saw someone?
- Well, no.

On second thought,

Mr. Winston,

that won't be necessary.

I think I was just
imagining things.

- You sure?
- Yes.

Quite sure.

Besides, Mr. Patrick

from Connie's
security detail

will be joining us.

So I'm sure
there won't be a problem.

Wow.

Sister-in-law's smoking hot.

What?

Boss lady
seems kind of frazzled,

don't you think?
Well, what do you expect

after that...

Incident...

At her apartment
with that Lopez maniac?

And then she brings

her sister-in-law
down here to meet all of us.

And what does she get?

You two taking target practice
on each other.

I can see it
in your face, Connie.

The board disapproves
of what I'm doing here.

Car chases and shootouts

don't exactly fit
our mission statement.

They're worried
you might be out of your depth.

So they sent you
to check up on me?

Nobody sent me
to do anything.

Do you know when the last time
was that we saw each other?

Not offhand.
I mean--

It was Marshall's funeral.

Even though he's gone,

I still consider
you family, Ilsa.

And the only reason
I'm here

is to make sure
you're okay.

I'm fine...

Honestly.

I'm in good hands here.

How's it going?

So is there any
particular reason

why you're tagging along
tonight?

Come on,
a little shoptalk.

Someone hacked the firewall

around the Opera House
security system last night.

Really?

- You guys check that out?
- Of course.

Ten-second breach--

probably some paparazzi

trying to peek
at the guest list.

But after her brother's death,
we don't take any chances.

I'm sorry. You said
it was a ten-second breach?

That's right.

You sure
it wasn't fifteen?

I don't know. Maybe it was.
Are we done now?

Yeah. Yeah.
Thanks.

Have fun.

Guerrero, let's do this.

♪ ♪

Well,
what do you think?

The concept
is interesting.

Ilsa, the chandelier.

It's from Marshall's
collection.

We donated it

to the production
in his name.

Doesn't it look
magnificent?

It does, Connie, truly.

Are you sure
everything's all right?

I think I'm just
a bit overworked.

Then a night out
is just what you need.

Speaking of work,

about earlier--
Oh, Ilsa, relax.

I expected
your new employees

to be somewhat
unconventional.

I'm glad to know
they delivered.

Especially Mr. Chance.

I imagine he cleans up
rather nicely.

I wouldn't know.

Well, uh, I suppose
you're about to find out.

Why in God's name
are you here?

Same reason you're here--
to see the show.

Guerrero says
it's fantastic.

You know La Traviata?

All right,
I'm not gonna lie.

If I have to sit through
this baroque stuff,

I much prefer Rossini.

Will you excuse us
a moment?

I heard someone's

got box seats
in Venice--

sweet.

Love to join you
sometime.

All right, Mr. Chance,
why are you really here?

I want the truth
this time.

I told you.
I'm here to see La Tortellini.

That's a type of pasta.

Is it?

Next, you'll tell me
you have Mr. Winston outside

in the surveillance truck

and that miss Ames is working
the concession stand.

Well, you're right
on the first one.

Ames called,
says she's sick in bed.

But I'm pretty sure I heard
slot machines in the background.

I want to know what's happening,
and I want to know now.

Look, it's nothing.

Nothing?

Well, it's nothing
that I know of.

- I just got a bad feeling.
- Based on?

Connie's security guy said
there was a ten-second breach

in the firewall last night.
Ten seconds?

Ten seconds.

Sounds minor.

Ten seconds is a perfectly
harmless amount of time

for a firewall
to be down.

15 seconds--

that's something
different.

In those five seconds,

on this system,
somebody who knew their stuff

could break in and make a copy
of the whole mainframe.

You do that,
you hijack the security system,

shut down the cameras,
open up any door,

and take control
of the whole place.

And that's it?
That's why you came along?

Well, look, I know
it's pretty thin, but--

Thin, Mr. Chance,
is being generous.

You may not be aware,

but I'm under an intense amount
of scrutiny at the moment.

And while I appreciate
your concern

for my safety, given...

Recent events,

there simply couldn't be
a worse time

for you to indulge in this kind
of rampant speculation.

Everyone on the ground!

Get on the ground now!

Get down now!

Don't move!

You heard me.

Just do what I tell you!

I hate it when I'm right.

♪ Human target 2x09 ♪
Imbroglio
Original Air Date on January 14, 2011

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♪ ♪

- What is that?
- Plastic explosives-- they're sealing us in.

Patrick, do something.

I wouldn't.
These guys are for real.

So am I.

This should be fun,
dude.

Hope you provide medical.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I regret to inform you

that there has been a change
in the night's proceedings.

Winston, you getting this?

Oh, man, I hate it
when you're right.

Among you are some of the wealthiest,

most influential people
in the country,

people whose families

will pay a considerable sum
for their safe release.

If you're wondering
why we're here,

you have your answer.

I like to create
an atmosphere of trust.

Do as we say,
and you will not be harmed.

Resist us,

and we will be forced
to do this.

Consider this
the dress rehearsal.

Great.

The next one will be real.

Is the basement team
in place?

Yes.
And on schedule.

Separate the hostages.

I'm going to go down there.

Move. Move.

What do you think?

Kidnapping in bulk--

not the worst thing
I've heard.

I'm just not buying
the ransom thing.

This place has an endowment,
right--couple of million?

More like $250 million.
Why?

I'm just thinking
if you're smart enough

to hack
into the mainframe,

why not just figure out a way
to steal the money

and save yourself
the trouble?

If it isn't money
they're after,

what are they doing here?

We're gonna find out.

What does that mean,
"find out"?

Let's go, people. Keep
walking. Stay with your group.

You heard him!

Take the stairs now!

If we get stuck in here,
we're not gonna get any answers.

What are you thinking?

Oh, man.

I would keep
your distance.

Great.

Ilsa, what's he doing?
I don't like this.

- Relax, Connie. Relax?
- You saw what they did to Patrick.

You're about to see
why I hired this man,

why he's in a class of his own,
and why no one--

And I mean no one--
can do what he does.

Isn't that right,
Guerrero?

- Oh, yeah.
- Why?

- What is he going to do?
- He's gonna puke.

Oh, lord.
Ah.

I wish to God someone
would explain to me

what is going on.

Well, you know how some people
have perfect pitch,

others can see well
at night?

Well...

Chance can vomit
on cue.

Hey.
Come on, let's go.

Yes, but why, Guerrero?
Why is he vomiting?

Because now it's one-on-one.
You get it?

Yeah, go on.

Move it.
Let's go.

Ah, come on.

Keep going.

Unh!

What the hell happened?

Did you wash
your hands first?

Brilliant work.

See?

Nothing to worry about.

Sorry, folks,

it's gonna be a little longer.
Just stay in your seats.

Only if Mr. Chance
plans to get us

to the nearest exit
as soon as possible.

That is your plan,
correct?

No.

- Why not?
- 'Cause the doors

are wired with explosives.

Even if we could
disarm them,

there's a room full
of other hostages.

Well, his plan is
to just sit here

and do nothing?

Not just sit here.

We have to figure out
what they want.

Then we use that to leverage
to get the hostages free safely.

Winston, you with me?

I've been listening
to you heave

for the last ten minutes.

Why would I go anywhere?

Look, I heard some radio squawk
on the terrorists

about something going on
in the basement.

That seems to be where
the action is.

Can you listen in
on that?

Let me move these mics around,
see what I can get.

Oh, we got something.

And I mean,
if I can pick it up from here,

it must be damn loud.

The generator?

It sounds more like drilling.

Maybe we're looking at this
the wrong way.

Remember the job
you had in modesto?

Uh-uh. No. No.

He is not gonna set
somebody on fire.

- No, no, no. The one before that.
- Yeah.

Can someone
please translate?

Long story short,
I had to get

something very valuable
out of someplace very secure,

and the front door
wasn't an option, so--

so he rented the building
next door.

He dug underneath
and then across.

Yeah. It's one
of my finer moments.

The point being,
maybe what they're after

isn't in the Opera House.

All right, I'm just gonna look
and see what's nearby here.

Okay.

We got apartment buildings.

We got office towers,
not really much to go on.

I guess you know
what that means, right?

I got to go in the basement
and see what they're up to.

All right, hang on.

Let me pull up a floor plan
on my skydrive.

Don't want you
getting cornered.

Uh-oh.
What?

FBI.

Come out of the van
with your hands in the air.

Somebody call 911?
Dude.

What?

Hands where we can see them.

Relax.

We're being held
by armed thugs.

Why wouldn't I call
the police?

Hey, it's okay.
We all make mistakes.

I'm just gonna have to find

my way
around the basement alone.

Not necessarily-- I
could go with you. What?

I've been coming
to this place for years.

I know the layout well.

Ilsa,
what are you you thinking?

I'm thinking about the best way
to free the hostages.

Look, I know
there are risks involved,

- but the way I see it--
- Nobody cares about the way you see it.

You're not the operative.
You just have to stay here.

And in light
of recent events,

I don't think
you're up to this.

Mr. Chance, I'm fine.

And I'd prefer not to have
this argument right now.

Me too.

She stays.

Have a seat, boss.

- Is he serious?
- No.

I'm missing the opera
right now.

You don't want to test me.
Sit down.

You too, sweetie.

Just wait here.

I needed that
team here an hour ago!

Get those cars out of here!

Chance, you there?

Winston, you all right?

Thought I lost you there
for a second.

Yeah, listen, I'm kind of
in a bit of a fix.

I'm gonna need
your help.

This the guy
from the van?

Why is he not
wearing cuffs?

DHS?

Yeah, that's right.

You think I'm an idiot.

This is a power grab.

You want to muscle in
on my operation.

I don't know
who sent you here.

But whoever it was,
I'm about to have their ass.

I'm calling
your supervisor.

You think so.

Let me tell you something,
young fella.

I'm about to have your ass.

- Who are you calling?
- Oh, you don't want to know.

Oh, I see what you're doing.

You want me to give you the name
of that guy at DHS, right?

That lunatic that everybody
at the bureau

- is afraid of?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, rest easy, pal.

I'm here to help.

You've always been there
for me.

Time for me
to return the favor.

- Teamwork.
- Oh, yeah, I'll hold.

Transfer me
to the supervisor.

Oh, what was that guy's name?

It begins
with a "C" or a "T."

It rhymes with an animal.

Get on with it, would you?

Clea--Cheaver.

Yeah, this is Farrell, DHS.

Get me special Agent
Cheaver, please.

Sir, is this, uh,

absolutely necessary?

On second thought...

Hang on.
Uh, I'm sorry. What?

Maybe we can work together
on this.

Oh, okay.

I could clear you
a desk.

Oh, yeah, clear me
a desk.

That's good.
That's good.

Nice teamwork, pal.

Thanks.

So where are you, anyway?

I'm under the Opera House.

It looks like we were right.

Terrorists hammered their way
into the sewers.

What about Ilsa and Connie?
Are they okay?

Oh, don't worry.
They're in good hands.

"Professionals
of the highest caliber"?

What if your professionals
end up getting us killed?

I don't understand.

How can he hold a gun on you?
I thought he was your employee.

He's more of a freelance,
really.

What was that Mr. Chance
was saying about recent events?

Have you been in some sort
of danger before this?

- Connie.
- Come on, Ilsa.

I think I deserve
to know the truth.

Okay, well...

There was
this situation...

Some maniac broke
into her apartment.

It was a random thing.
Security caught him.

It's not big deal.

Maybe the board was right.

Right about what?

Earlier when I said
they had concerns,

I was being diplomatic.

The truth is, they think
you've completely lost sight

of Marshall's mission.

They want to take a vote
straight away

to remove you as head
of the foundation.

All right, sounds like you guys
could use a moment.

I'm warning you, though--
keep it civil.

Lost sight
of Marshall's mission?

But you don't honestly
believe that.

Is that why there's no sign
of him anywhere in your office,

not even a picture?

- You do agree with them?
- I defended you.

I said things can't be
as bad as they looked.

Turns out they're worse.

Even if we manage
to get through this night alive,

you have got to promise me
that you will sever all ties

with these people.

Otherwise you leave me
no choice.

Winston,
I think I got something.

We were right again.

They're drilling
up into the surface.

We got to find out
what's nearby

that's worth killing for.

All right, give me
your location.

I'm about 150 meters northeast
of the Opera House.

That's underneath some--
some office buildings.

Hold on a second.
Hey, kid, do me a favor.

N me a search
on an address.

5566 Kearny Street.

Vance, come here,
would you?

Why can't I see
in that building?

I think
it's pretty obvious.

It's a C.I.A. facility.
We don't have clearance.

Well, that's a problem.

Well, I don't know
what to tell you.

We're blocked out.
There's nothing I can do.

Well, actually--

Sanford, don't even think
about it.

Hang on a second, would you?
Go ahead, kid.

I could run
an intrusion script.

Got it on my personal laptop.

Get us through
in a couple seconds.

And break about five
federal statutes in the process.

No, thank you.
No way.

Hang on a second.

Now, I've been on this case
longer than you have, Vance.

And I got a hunch
whatever these guys are after

is in that building.
A hunch?

Vance, in this job,

sometimes when you want
to do the right thing,

you're gonna have to throw out
the rule book, okay?

Now, you need
to make up your mind.

What do you want to do?

You want to save lives,
or you want to save your career?

Go ahead.

Here it is.

"Special prisoners division."

This is some kind
of safe house.

There's a phone number
right there.

You need to call it
right now.

Vance.

You got
a high-profile prisoner

two blocks away

from this hostage situation
at the Opera House.

What more do you need?

They're on the move.

Clock's ticking, Vance.

Come on.
We're running out of time.

They're patching me
through now.

Good to see you again...

Brother.

No answer.

I think we're too late.

All right,
time for plan "B."

All right, listen up.

We need to find out the name
of that prisoner,

like, right now.

Pulling up the file now.

His name's Victor Rosko--

ex-Chechnyan army
turned weapons dealer.

Works
with his brother Eli.

C.I.A. caught them
selling suitcase nukes,

but Eli slipped away.
Well, I guess we know

who's got
the Opera House, then.

Sir, can I talk to you
in private?

What is it?

I called DHS
to get temporary permissions

for our friend over there.

Guess what they told me.

- Agent Farrell.
- Yeah.

That is your name, right?

Yes, Vance, why?

Because according
to your office,

you retired
six months ago...

To Aruba.

We're moving out of the tunnel now.

Hey!

Get him!

Get him now!

What's happening?

Not sure.

Ugh!

Hold it.

All right, fellas,

only gonna say this once--

walk away now,
nobody gets hurt.

Winston,
I've been spotted.

They got me cornered.

Ugh!

No more shooting!

You have made
too much noise as is.

I'm terribly sorry

to do this.

But you have destroyed

our atmosphere of trust.

Good-bye.

Winston...

We got a situation.

I can't talk right now.

Guerrero.
Anybody there?

Guerrero. Where are you?

Little busy, dude.

What's happening?

Chance is in trouble.

Ilsa,
what are you thinking?

Stay here.

Are you insane?
You can't go out there.

You want my decision.
You have it.

Give my regards
to the board.

Mr. Chance...

I'm coming to you.

Ilsa, no.
Don't come down here.

Come on. Give me a hand.

This way.

I'm sorry, Mr. Chance.
It appears I'm all you've got.

Ilsa,
what are you doing here?

What am I doing here?
I'm helping you.

I don't need any help.

I can figure my way
out of this myself, thank you.

How exactly?

That's not the point.
The point is--

you're the operative,
and I'm not.

Can we please stop
worrying about me

for a change?

Do you have any experience
picking locks,

by any chance?

If I say yes, would it at least
make you feel better?

Throw out
the rule book, huh?

Hey, I'm the least
of your problems.

What are you gonna do
about Rosko?

We forced him back
into the Opera House.

He's trapped.
Maybe he wants you

to think
he's trapped.

You ever think about that?

Sir, it's them.

This is Agent Vance
of the F.B.I.

Who am I talking to?

This is the man in control
of the Opera House.

I don't know

how you managed to trap us,

but I suppose congratulations
are in order.

In any event, I'm forced
to change our exit plan.

So here's
what will happen now.

You will deliver a helicopter
to the roof of the Opera House.

At the same time,

I will move the hostages

down to the lobby.

When my men and I
are safely away,

the hostages will be released.
Sounds reasonable.

I just have to clear it with my superiors
Fine, yes.

Do I need to remind you
that the explosives

around the Opera House
are still armed?

Any attempt

to enter will cost you...

Dearly.

Trace the location
of that cell phone number.

He's playing you, Vance.

As soon
as the wagon arrives,

put him in it.

You're looking
considerably better.

What happened?

My nose--
he bit my nose.

Even tied up,
you are a problem for me.

What is your name?

Guerrero.

Guerrero. Oh.

It seems
that some of my men

are familiar
with you.

Perhaps
you should consider that.

Cut me loose.

I, uh, think not,

Mr. Guerrero.

My production

is almost finished.

And I think

you have earned
yourself...

The starring role.

Bloody thing.

What?

I think somebody's coming.

Okay, that settles it.
Get out of here now.

But you'll drown.

What would you do
in this situation?

What do you mean "what would
I do in this situation"?

Just tell me as succinctly
as possible

how you would rescue you,

and I'll attempt
to do the same.

What other choice
do we have?

I'd jump the guy.

Jump him?

Is that the best
you can come up with?

Yes, that's it.

As far as I can tell, surprise
is the only advantage you have.

So grab something heavy and
hide over there in the corner

near those pipes.

When he walks by,
clean his clock.

Is he likely to have a gun.

Yeah, probably.

-- What do you think the odds are--
- Ilsa!

Hello.

There's really no need
for that.

Okay, Ilsa...

I need you to pick up
the gun.

You have to shoot
the lock.

You can do this, Ilsa.

That was so stupid!

Stupid?

It was your idea.

And in case
you haven't noticed,

it appears to have saved
your life.

Well, you're not supposed
to save my life.

I'm supposed
to save yours.

What do you mean by that?

- Huh?
- Come on.

We've got a room full
of hostages to rescue.

All right, move it, people.
This is all about to end.

You're all going to be leaving.
Keep moving.

That's the last of them.

- What's happening?
- Looks like they're getting ready

to release the hostages.

But why now?

I don't know..

But I got another
bad feeling.

Winston,
are you there?

Yeah, I'm still here.

Just don't ask me
to use my hands.

We're in the lobby.
All the hostages are here.

It looks like the terrorists are
trying to blend in with them.

Sir, we got a lock

on that phone--

top floor,
northeast corner.

Hang on.
Are you sure?

I'm looking right at them.

They're just waiting there
on the top floor.

If those aren't
the terrorists,

then who the hell
are they?

Guerrero.
Guerrero.

Tell the snipers
to go weapons hot.

We're gonna take them out.

Chance, this is a setup.

They're trying to bait
the F.B.I.

Into shooting those hostages.
Once that happens--

they're just gonna open up
the lobby doors

and walk right out
with the rest of us.

By the time
the FBI realizes

that innocent people
have been shot,

these bad guys
are gonna be long gone.

Winston, any way
you can buy me some time?

I'll do my best.

- Connie.
- Ilsa, thank God you're all right.

Everything's gonna be fine.

- We're gonna be released.
- About that--

Sorry, folks, nobody's
going anywhere right now.

Back up the stairs now.

What is he doing?

I'll explain later.

Right now
I need your help.

Anyone you recognize,

move them
out of the lobby.

Everybody remain calm.

Everything's under control.
We're all professionals here.

Watch your back up there, Chance.

Without those masks,

you won't be able to tell
who's who.

Take him out.

That was my husband!

Okay, listen, folks,
it's gonna be really hard

for me to tell who I'm supposed
to be fighting.

So if you can do
me a huge favor,

just raise your hand
if you're a terrorist.

♪ ♪

Sir, they've wired
the building to blow.

Protocol says
we take the shot.

- I know the protocol.
- And so does Victor!

Don't you see that?

You're a part
of his plan, Vance.

You have been
from the beginning.

What are you talking about?

Listen to me, Vance,
use your head.

What do you think
is gonna happen

when the smoke clears

and you find out
you shot eight innocent people

and let the bad guys
get away?

Sir, we need your order.

Wait, wait, wait.
Look, look, look, look.

What's he doing?

That looks like
morse code.

"Don't shoot.

"Not terrorists.

It's me, double wide."

Who the hell
is double wide?

Wiseass.

It's me. I'm double wide.

It's my guy in there.

Radio the snipers.
Tell them to stand down.

Sir, if those aren't
the terrorists,

where are they?

♪ ♪

Chance!

Follow us,
and they die.

We will leave
through the back alley.

Hold on a second.

Perhaps
I wasn't clear before.

Oh, you made yourself
clear.

My odds just improved
a little bit.

Sa, if this doesn't
work out,

i just want to apologize
for what I've done

to Marshall's memory.

Oh, God.

He's gonna do something crazy,
isn't he?

Ilsa, now!

Shoot him!

Unh!

Aah!

Oh, Ilsa.

It's over.

Okay, little help.
Is there a ladder somewhere?

Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

Just doing my job.

Well, well, well,
look at you.

Don'y u look happy.

Saved the hostages,
caught the terrorists,

and I got you.

So who are you really?

I'm just
a concerned citizen, man.

Well, you saved my ass.

A guy told me once

sometimes
to do the right thing,

you got to throw out
the rule book.

Wiseass.

Are you sure
you can't stay longer?

I'm afraid so.

I'm due before the board
in the morning.

They're waiting
for my decision.

Marshall once told me

that you were the toughest
person he'd ever met.

You could do anything
if you set your mind to it.

Did he?

He's right.

Whatever I may think
of your methods...

You and your team
saved those people tonight.

You saved me.

That should make a persuasive
argument to the board.

So you're standing by me?

Like I said,
you're family.

I'm sorry for thinking
you'd forgotten about Marshall.

You know
that's not possible.

Oh, hey.

Oh.

Leaving already?

Afraid so.

Thank you, Mr. Guerrero,
for everything you've done.

You bet.

So we're on
for Venice, then, right?

Can't wait.

So you heading home?

Are you going for a jog?

Yeah.

It's a nice enough
night out.

You should probably know
there's construction

on market street.

So I'll be taking
3rd Avenue tonight.

Why do you think
I need to know that?

Mr. Chance,

I know it's you

who's been following me home
at night.

But it wasn't clear to me
until that moment in the sewer.

You feel responsible
for what happened to me--

for me being attacked.

But you shouldn't feel
responsible.

It's not your fault.

And the truth
of the matter is...

I'm fine.

You're a strong person,
Ilsa.

Nobody's denying that.

But taking someone's life

is something you can't
just push out of your head.

I know what it's like,

and I know
what you're going through.

I know it's not easy.

But I want you to know

that you don't have
to face it alone.

Thank you.

That means a lot.

I can still follow you
home, though.

I need the exercise.

No.

You've done enough...

Damage.

Good.
I don't like jogging anyway.

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