All language subtitles for Baptiste - 02x02 - Episode 2.iP.WEB-DL.BTN.English.orig.Addic7ed.com

You haven't seen Richard, by any
chance? Or the boys? No, sorry.

Oh, well, it's just a bit weird.

This morning I get up
and all three are gone.

If anyone knows anything,
please help us.

I'm Julien Baptiste.

I find people, Mrs Chambers.

Why would you want to help me?

Because I can.

Yes, I saw the car. He had a tattoo.

Four black lines running
down his neck.

Why are you following me?

I'm trying to help the British
ambassador find her children.

You were there when
they went missing.

The ambassador's husband is dead.

What is this?

It's how you're going to
help me find my son.

Make a choice! But...

I cannot!

It's not just a choice, it's a...

These things, they...
they matter, you know?

Oh, no, no. No?

Hey, how about this teddy bear?

It's a cliche, no? Oh, God!

Look, you realise your inability
to make a choice

has made us nearly an hour late?
She's only a baby.

She can live with a cliche. Come on.

Maybe she's gone out.
No, she knew we were coming.

Yeah, but she thought
we were coming an hour ago.

The baby is crying.

Sara?

- Use the key.
- Oh, yep, yep, yep.

OK. Sara?

Come on!

Oh, my God! No, no, no, no, no, no!

Sara? Oh, Sara!

Are you OK, baby? Are you OK?

How appropriate you should
put him in a dog cage.

We had to improvise. A dog
like this needs to be put down.

I came a very long way to see you.

I need your help.

Sorry to disturb.

I can see how busy you are.
What do you want?

The same as I asked before.
Your help. You have help.

The man with you outside the car.
It's Richard's nephew.

He's a captain in the army.

He's got family back home.
He's already done too much.

He has too much to lose.
And so here you are.

So here I am.

Last time I saw you, you said...
I know what I said,

but things have changed.
I have a chance to find Will.

I know you... You can't walk
away from something like this,

from Andras after...
You don't know me.

But we share the same horror
stories, don't we?

Andras doesn't know where my son is,
but he says that he can try

and find him on the condition
that I involve you.

Why?

It is as simple as this, Julien.

You owe me.

The last year hasn't been kind to
you. The last 24 hours I spent

curled up with my hands tied
in a dark cage.

Pissing myself because they
wouldn't let me out.

What's your excuse?

Mrs Chambers says you can
help her find her son,

but only if I was involved. Why?
You were a police officer.

You understand what has to happen.

If I help you, you let me go.

You do not turn me in to the police.

You understand why I cannot trust
Mrs Chambers here do such a thing.

Aha. And yet you trust me?

This will be dangerous.

I'll need your protection.

Why am I supposed to trust you?
You're a wanted man.

Because I have changed.

So even terrorists can change
these days, it seems!

Do you believe that a man
can be forgiven?

You killed my fucking husband.

It's got nothing
to do with forgiveness.

It wasn't me.

I followed people.

I was weak. I was led by Gomorrah.

Gomorrah is the one to blame
for your son's death.

None of this was by my hand.

That's why I put flowers
on your son's grave every month.

And what happened in the
police station?

That wasn't your fault either?
OK, enlighten us.

How can you help find
Mrs Chambers' son?

I cut ties with all of them
after it happened.

After Jozsefvaros.

Stayed quiet, never staying
still for long.

It's been 14 months since
Jozsefvaros that I've talked

to anyone involved.
Yeah, just answer the question.

But I know where they live.

I can go back. Where who lives?

The person who put
you in the wheelchair.

Where have you been?
I followed him to the street.

Major! Do you want me to stay away?

Julien has seen the man we were
looking for, he knows where he went.

We need a description.
We are too late.

He left in a car.
Did you see the registration?

No, no. Except that...
What kind of car was it?

It was purple. But listen to me.
I have a better way.

I took his wallet when
he came at me.

I was trying to tell you.

Andras Juszt.

I keep looking over at him.

Richard, I think he's there.

But it's natural.

There's nothing natural about it.

Well, no.

How did you find
out about your daughter?

We found her, my wife and I.

We were late getting to her
apartment.

Perhaps if I had been there
earlier...

That's him.

Where are my boys?

Mrs Chambers, you need to go home.

How am I supposed to go home?

I'll stay. I'll let you know as soon
as we learn anything, if that's OK.

If it wasn't for me, you would
never have found this man.

Fine.

You'll call? I'll call.

Call as soon as you can.

Not many people walk around with
guns like the one we found on you.

A vintage weapon like that,
very distinctive.

It was my grandfather's.

It has sentimental value.

The man you shot, he was filming
birds with his camera phone.

He dropped it when he saw
you, but it kept recording.

We saw someone walk past

holding exactly the same gun.

You should start talking.
It's getting late. Then go to bed.

I need a story before bed.

A bit old for bedtime stories,
aren't you?

Where are Alex and Will?

All right.

I went into the woods, just...

..to deliver food for my sickly
grandmother. You're wasting my time.

This wolf came along and he told me

I should pick some flowers
for her as well.

Do you want to hear my story or not?

I call it the beast.

Like... giving it a name
makes it OK, you know?

Makes me unaccountable.

So...

When I fall off the wagon,
I tell myself

it's just the beast.

He's come out to play.

He kept me up all last night.

Tore up my veins like

a... six-year-old unwrapping a
present.

Much as I want to tell myself, um,
it just happened to me...

I don't know.

Still in the dark.

Excuse me. Excuse me!

Excuse me, I had to ask.

Will you be OK?

Uh... why do you care?

She looked just like you,
my daughter. You have her eyes.

What do you want?

I want to know if you think
it will work. The group.

That you... you can decide
to stay sober.

I'm not her.

You deliver shit, you get the shit.

What's happening?

Are you ready?
I can't find my wallet.

I really don't think you'll need it.
No, I do, I do. I do.

What is it, do you think? Why do
they want to see us at the station?

No idea. They didn't say.

That's not good, is it, when the
police say "get here now"?

I mean, they would have said
if it was...

I mean, good news doesn't
drag its feet, does it?

Good news has fibre optic
fucking broadband.

Let's turn that off. I just can't
bear to look at her.

Oh, that fucking woman!

How can Kamilla Agoston go
on about this country drowning

in immigrants when she's married
to a Brit?

She's the least of your worries
right now. Don't waste time on her.

Ah! It was here, you know? It was
just here! We can find it later.

Here it is.

What's happening? Please,
we can talk in my office.

Where are my boys? Mrs Chambers,
Major Arslan is right.

This would be better if, uh...
What? Mrs Chambers, no.

Believe me when I say there are some
things a parent shouldn't see.

I'm asking you.

Consider, please, there is no
going back from this.

I'm not a child. Get out of my way.

What's he saying? They say they are
sending a message signed with blood

to the nation of the cross.

They are demanding the release
of Andras Juszt. What else?

Oh, no! No, no. No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

No!

Where are you going?

I'm just stretching my legs.

You're not wearing your ring.

No. What happened?

A man who won't talk
about his feelings.

I didn't take you for a cliche.

I can live with a cliche.

Thanks. That's better.

See, I'm not going anywhere.

You can trust me.
Maybe I can get a seat now.

Get in.

Look, I am truly sorry.

I know it doesn't mean anything.

No. It doesn't.

- You're a terrorist.
- Not any more.

Oh, sure.

I'm going to prove it to you.

I'm going to help you.

I'm going to help you find your boy.

Just stop looking at me.

- Why?
- Because I hate you.

A seat, please.

Like a human being.

Hello?

- Are you OK?
- Of course.

It's just a bloody cruel trick,
isn't it?

I can't move them, but I can feel
every excruciating thing.

I didn't think I would
see you again.

Are you disappointed?
You chose a nice spot.

Seemed appropriate.

You would think after Jozsefvaros,

putting up a Gomorrah mask
would be in poor taste, no?

So, go on. What's this?

Andras Juszt is in that car.

He says he'll help us find Gomorrah.

Are you joking?

Do I look like I'm joking?

He's in the back.

Inside, in the back.

In case you forgot,
I'm just a security guard.

I'm no longer a police officer.

That's why we need your help.

The man is a murderer.

He's also connected to
one of the worst atrocities

on Hungarian soil.

Call the police. Goodbye.

He can help me find my son.

And why would he do that?

He has no choice.

He helps us find Will,
or we turn him in.

Andras Juszt is not stupid.

Andras is not stupid, and nor am I.

I realise he most probably believes
he can bide his time with us,

and then when he sees an open
window, he will make his escape.

That's why we called you.

Do you want me to babysit?

Look, Andras must meet
his old associate alone.

We'll have to ensure he doesn't
take the opportunity to slip away.

You must know some ex-officers

or even those on the force
in need of money.

Mrs Chambers can pay.
Zsofia, please.

He says that he can find Gomorrah,
and if he can,

then maybe he can find my boy.

What else is there?

Oh, God.

Mrs Chambers, it's Major Arslan.
I'm sorry to disturb.

I just had to remind you
what you saw,

it's not public information.
If you could please...

So what are you going to do
to get my son back?

Every forensic officer we have
is examining the recording.

Interpol, it's been sent to MI6.

So you could just do what they asked
and let Andras Juszt walk.

Mr Chambers, I cannot imagine
how you must feel right now.

Major, I do not require
your sympathy.

What I want is my son,
the only one I have left.

I can't do that.

Of course you can.

Of course you fucking can.
You just don't want to.

We have every resources
devoted to this case.

You don't have children, do you?

- I don't see how...
- But you don't.

You said you can't imagine
what I feel like.

You're so damn right.
You have no idea.

Are you near the building?
Come to my office. We can talk.

Mrs Chambers, please.

If we release that man,
then they will let my son go.

That's what they said.

These people are terrorists.

You don't negotiate with someone
holding a gun to your head.

No. You do what they bloody ask.

- It's a matter of policy.
- Policy!

My husband is dead.

My oldest son is dead.
My daughter is dead.

Will is the only thing I have left
in this world.

The man we have in custody
killed your husband.

And I would let him walk free
for the rest of his days

if I thought I could see
my son again.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Then I will talk to someone
who's a higher pay grade who can.

I will talk to
the fucking organ grinder.

What do you know so far?

There is not a lot to tell
right now.

The recording was corrupted
when it got sent over,

so it's hard to analyse.

The language on the recording
is Farsi.

A message signed with blood
to the nation of the cross.

- Right.
- And then the caption?

Yes. The Interpol team say there's
a new organisation,

the Fire Of Islam,
based out of Ukraine,

but until someone claims
responsibility...

The real question is why a
white Hungarian national

would be so important to them.

Yes, we wondered the same.

Andras grew up in Jozsefvaros,
the Romani and immigrant district.

Dad killed Mum when he was eight.

He ended up getting taken in by an
elderly Muslim couple from the area.

The couple he lived with weren't
extremists, not by a long way,

but they died when he was 15.

His life ever since has been
a string of robberies and assaults

and time in and out of prison.
Could be he was radicalised then.

Why would terrorists
want to set him free?

You did your part, Baptiste.

Let us do ours.

OK.

Thank you.

What?

What is it you want to say?

You do not need to have
formed suspicions of an old man

who's a policeman to no country.

You go in. Erm, I need to get this.

Hey.

OK. Now's good, but be quick.

Mm-hm.

Yeah.

It's all right, it's me,
I'm just here every day.

Sorry, it's procedure.
I'm the fucking ambassador.

If I am bringing knives in,
we're all screwed, aren't we?

Please just raise your arms.

I mean, this is just theatre.

I hope you realise that. We've all
got our machines and our procedures

and our red lines.
We all tell ourselves we're safe,

but we're not. We're never safe.

- Mrs Chambers, please.
- Just piss off.

Grace, I want to talk to the PM.

He's in parliament today.

So call Lazio and tell him
to call me

when he has a break
from being important.

I don't think that's someth...
Get someone!

Get me the chief of police.
Get me anyone who could help me,

or get your CV,
because you'll need it.

You told that girl
not to make that call, didn't you?

You said you were just coming
to get a few things.

Where am I meant to be, at home
surrounded by some photographs

or sitting in the police station
bawling and just waiting and waiting

for some sort of miracle to occur?

I'm just saying
work isn't what you need right now.

This is what you did after Laura.

The police have got to release
Andras Juszt,

and they've got to do it now, or
else he'll die, just like Alex did.

How is this happening?

Because sometimes bad, horrible shit
just happens,

and there isn't a reason.

Happens to people all the time,
and then one day...

One day, it's your turn.

Are you trying to cheer me up?

No.

Are you OK? You look terrible.

I'm fine. You... go home.

There's no-one there.
It isn't a home, it's a museum.

My name is Felix Meyer.

It is too late to save my life.

But if you do not stop killing,

the blood of other Westerners
will be on your hands

like the blood spilled here
in the country where I am held.

You know how to light that thing?

- Can I ask why?
- Why do you think?

I know. I should go back home,
right?

I have lived here
longer than you have.

You talk too much.

- Move!
- I'm not going anywhere.

Go on.

Oh!

You need to run that
under cold water.

Are you coming or not?

You have father, mother at home?

Father.

Sometimes.

Longer.

You need to keep it there
until it hurts again.

I have a daughter. Older than you.

She's a police major.

Very high up.

Trying to scare me?

No. She's calm, she's patient.

But when things go wrong for her,
her first thought is,

"Whose fault is this?"

But that doesn't make
the problem go away.

It fixes nothing.

Why are you helping me?

Because I can.

I'm sorry, no-one but his lawyer's
to talk with him.

Ah. You must be new on shift.

You cannot go back there.

Stop.

Well, if you want to arrest
the British ambassador

and start an international incident,
be my guest.

Your accent is for shit.

I asked you a question.

Of course I know who you are.

This must be hard for you.

What kind of a person takes pleasure
in someone else's pain?

Is that what you came here to ask?

No.

He had a knife, and he just
made the guard open the gate.

I just stood too bloody close,
I'm so stupid. You didn't do this.

OK? Breathe. Whoever missed
that knife on the search

has a lot to answer for.

You'll let me know, won't you?

Ms Arslan's friends
will be watching you.

I already told you I will help you.

There's no need for any of this.

Well, forgive us if we don't
bloody trust you.

I'm more worried about walking back
in that place after all this time

than walking out with
my head on my shoulders.

You really think she's going to
lead you to Gomorrah?

I hope so.

What are you waiting for?

Can you hear me?

Not so loud unless you want me
killed.

If he knows where Gomorrah
is keeping my son,

I need you to find out.

What's happening?

We are losing signal.
Shall we move closer?

Balazs can see him,
he's not going anywhere.

We have every exit covered.

- OK. I can hear him again now.
- Yeah.

He's in.

Oh, not again. Merde!

Oh, what's he doing?

Hello? My signal cut out again.
Ours too. Does anyone have it?

No. We need to go in.

But you have the exits covered,
right?

Please, two minutes.

Two minutes.

You think this is a mistake.

No.

You do.

You think I'm a mad woman.

Alex is dead because of me.

Finding your youngest son
cannot bring him back,

but it's the only thing
that's in my power to do,

so, with respect, Mrs Chambers,

do not tell me what I think.

Just sometimes I have no idea
what I'm doing.

Nobody does, but here we are,

for better or worse,
somewhere in the eye of the storm.

You are an odd fellow.

Hello?

Long enough. We are going in.

Not yet, please!

What's going on?

Your earpiece failed.

You shouldn't have got it on sale,
then.

So? So I made contact,
and I was allowed to walk out alive.

What about Will? I don't just turn
up out of the blue after 14 months

and start asking questions,
you understand?

Gomorrah will know
where to find Will,

but this is going to take time.

We have made the first step.

You'd better not be
messing us about.

Mrs Chambers, thank you for coming.

What is it? You sounded bloody
mysterious on the phone, and I am...

..in no mood for mysterious.
What do you want?

There's an investigation under way
at the police department.

How a suspect like that
was able to bring a knife

in past the police search.

So they think that somebody
must have helped him?

They do.
Someone will lose their job.

But it wasn't someone
in the department.

It was you, was it not?

You brought Andras the knife.

You probably do not believe
they will really release your son

any more than I do, but a parent
does whatever they can,

even if they know their efforts
are futile.

Look, I worked a case.

The Brigada Serbilu, a Romanian
gang, came to hurt my family.

I had to put them in a safe house.

The stress on my daughter.

All this because of my job,
my choices.

This is why
she turned back to drugs.

We are cursed to carry the burdens
for the choices we cannot control.

Therefore... there will be
no judgment from me.

I was sent an invitation to download
that app that my boys use.

Used.

And then... I received a message
from an anonymous number

just... telling me what to do.

I did think about taking it
to Zsofia, then...

Someone else bears the consequences
for your actions.

That's your own business.

I mention it because...

..it will help you understand
what I'm about to say.

Nothing is as it seems.

I'm sorry to make you look at this
again.

Oh, it's all I see.

I have now watched
far too many of these.

In most, the fanatic makes
the hostage do the talking.

They can speak in a language
more easily understood in the West,

and the chances for the terrorists
being identified are reduced.

Where are you going with this?

This statement he makes
is very, er, general.

No, I mean... generic, you would say.

And then, after the shooting...

..and the medium changes.

Now we must read, not listen.

A peculiar change, is it not,

when it would have been easier
simply to speak the demand?

Now... now listen.

- What?
- Listen.

It's the same.

Not just the words.

It's the... It's the same voice.

I don't understand.

This recording is nothing but
distraction.

It's a fake.

A fake?

My son, they killed my son.
You call that a fake?