All language subtitles for Comrade.Detective.S01E04.1080p.Amazon.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.x264-QOQ_track3_eng

COACH:
I believe in Romania.

Romania is the land
where I was born.

Where I met my wife.

Where I raised my family.

It is in Romania
that I found opportunity.

That is why, when we travel

outside the borders
of our great nation,

we must wear the red,
yellow and blue with pride.

And we also must remember
we are not in Bucharest anymore.

We are in
a very, very dangerous land.

A land
in which the deepest recesses

of a man's capacity for evil
are encouraged and exploited.

A land called New York City.

(siren wailing in distance)

So.

Joseph, Nikita,
while we are here,

much like the foundation
on which

we live our lives, we must
look out for one another.

If you need anything, just bang
on the wall, and I will come.

But do not leave this room.

Should you leave,

there's a good chance
you will never come back.

Now get some rest,

because come tomorrow morning,
we wrestle.

(door opens)

-(door closes)
-Uh, Nikita, what are you doing?

Mm, do you mean,
"What are we doing?"

-We are going out.
-Are you crazy? You heard Coach.

If we go out,
we may never come back.

Come on, Joseph.

Do you remember the
awesome time we had in Moscow?

Or the fun we had in Hanoi,
Beijing?

(Joseph exhales)

But we're in the West now.

Yeah. So what?

Western girls have tits, too.
Come on.

-I'll prove it to you.
-Oh, no.

We're in the world capitol
of kidnapping, rape and murder.

-You know this, right?
-Nah.

Wait. Nikita.

-Coming?
-(door opens)

-Come on, baby.
-(exhales)

Oh, man.

(indistinct chatter,
baby crying)

MAN (laughing):
Hey, hey.

-Nikita, wait!
-See you down there. -MAN: Hey.

Oh, man.

MAN:
Where you going?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
(groans)

Who the hell is this guy?

Come on. Come on. Whoa.

(laughs)

Hey, where are you going?

JOSEPH:
Oh. Excuse me.

Hey.

Hey.

(woman laughing)

JOSEPH:
Nikita.

Mm-hmm.

(siren wailing in distance)

(glass shatters, horn honks)

MAN:
I don't like walking.

(tires screeching)

Nikita, what are you doing?

(tires screech)

MAN:
Get a fucking job, kid.

-WOMAN: You owe me money,
you asshole. -MAN 2: My AIDS!

My contagious AIDS.

-(woman screaming)
-Get your hands off me.

I'll get you the money.

Oh! That's your baby.
Fuck you, Hank.

Give me your fucking shoes,
motherfucker.

I said give me
your fucking shoes.

(gunshots continue)

Welcome to America,
you little pinkos.

MAN 2:
My contagious AIDS!

(machine beeping rapidly)

(beeping steadily)

* *

(snoring)

(sighs)

(exhales)

(grunts, clears throat)

It's okay. It's just me.

Go home, Sonya, get some rest.
I'll stay.

Gregor, if you want
to help Joseph,

then find the man who did this.

This case is a maze.

There's a dead end
at every turn.

When Joseph
is handling a difficult case,

he talks through it with me.

I mean, yeah, I appreciate that,
but the elements involved here

are... dark.

Excuse me, Gregor,

but don't we preach
equality between the sexes?

Of course, of course.
But this case...

I'm a grown woman.

-A mother, a wife.
-Mm-hmm.

And there's a chance that in
a day or two, I may be a widow.

So trust me,
I think I can handle it.

(inhales, exhales)

Well, the killer
is from America.

Or at least
influenced by the West.

We think he's smuggling in
Western paraphernalia,

but we don't know to what end.

In fact,
we, we don't know anything.

Just that he's dangerous.

And has an ideological agenda.

Did you know that Joseph and
Nikita had traveled to the West?

They spent three days
in New York City.

He mentioned it.

That city haunts his dreams.

(inhales, exhales)

Some nights,
he wakes up sobbing,

and other nights,
he just lies there, numb.

GREGOR:
I can only imagine what he saw.

Learn about the West, Gregor.

Find out what terrified Joseph
so much.

Perhaps it will bring you a step
closer to finding the killer.

Hmm.

(gunshots, screaming)

(dog growling, screaming)

(shouting, gunshots)

NIXON: I have earned
everything I've got.

* *

(horn honks)

MAN: He's coming for you,
detectives.

God bless America.

SONYA:
Why?

Why have you brought us here?

I want my MTV.

I want
my MTV.

It's morning in America.

(laughs)

Now, Papa.

Have a nice day.

Wall Street. Supply and demand.

-Take off the mask!
-God bless America.

SONYA/FLAVIA/ANDREI:
God bless America.

The doctor said
you can hear us, Joseph?

The children
came to sing you a song.

* We thank the party
from the bottom of our hearts *

* Today we celebrate
the day when we *

* Ra, da, da, da,
the golden trumpets play *

* Ra, da, da, da,
in one voice we sing *

* We thank the party from
the bottom of our hearts. *

(gasping, soft laughter)

Daddy.

Welcome back, my love.

(laughter)

(horn honking)

GREGOR:
The mystery of Nikita's killer

is confounding to us

because nothing
seems to make sense.

Problem-- we're thinking
like Romanians,

and we should be looking
at this situation

from the other side, through
the prism of the American.

The United States
was founded in 1776

by a bunch of rich, greedy,
white men

who didn't want
to pay their taxes.

For these people, money is
the only thing that matters.

Ivan Blago.

He's the first piece
of the equation.

He runs an underground casino,
filling

our citizens with dreams
of easy riches.

He carries
a Monopoly board game,

a symbol of putrid capitalism.

The money.

As the United States grows,
it's profiting off slavery,

off the working poor,

off immigrants.

They even put their own children
to work.

And how do they justify
these atrocities?

One word...

God.

They justify every awful thing
they do with the word of God,

which brings us to our missing
friend, Father Streza,

who's been contaminating minds

by spreading religion
in his underground church.

Handing out bibles like candy.

And after all,
what poison is more toxic

than organized religion?

And last, but not least,

we have the killer himself,
disguised as Ronald Reagan.

Now, who is Ronald Reagan?

The President
of the United States.

He was also the governor.
(clears throat)

Yeah, those are his jobs,

but who is Ronald Reagan
at his core?

Who is he really?

Ronald Reagan is an actor.

-Joseph.
-MAN: Hey, Joseph.

-Hey.
-Good to see you.

-Thought you...
-MAN: Good to see you.

Please, don't let me interrupt.

Ronald Reagan is an actor.

A celebrity.

They see him on television.

The third step
of indoctrination is...

propaganda.

Propaganda through
popular culture.

Now, if I'm correct,
this mystery girl,

whose identity
we can't determine,

has been recruited
into the propaganda phase

of our killer's plan.

-Look for an actress.
-MAN 2: What?

An actress or anyone
who works in the arts

that fits her description.

(typewriter carriage dings)

Tatyana Popescu.

Theater student
with a concentration in acting.

She lives with her aunt,
and get this, four months ago,

she calls her aunt, tells her
she's gonna be working late

and she never comes home.

She's been missing ever since.

This is some really good
police work, Gregor.

Are you sure you're okay?

-Watch your back,
ladder coming through. -Oh.

Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.

Come on. Let's see where
Miss Tatyana Popescu worked.

This is it.

This is where she was working
the night she went missing.

Battleship Potemkin.

I hear this movie's good.

Supposed to be really good.

GREGOR:
Really? Where'd you hear that?

(dramatic music playing in film)

(laughs)

GREGOR:
The Business of Business?

-What happened to Eisenstein?
-(knocking on door in film)

Come inside.

Hello, Todd.

I came as soon as I could.

I saw you called me on my phone

that I carry with me
at all times.

(laughs) Thank you for meeting
me in the penthouse suite

of this luxurious...

That's Tatyana Popescu.

That's her.

Oh, I don't mind working
on my weekend day off.

(laughs)

(woman in film laughs, sighs)

We need to complete the merger
paperwork for our two companies.

Your company's profits are big.

Yes, our employees spend their
holiday in Miami Beach, Florida.

(both laugh)

I have no idea what's going on.

Seems to be some type
of American propaganda film.

TODD (in film):
We have a deal then?

WOMAN (in film):
Let's shake on it.

(groans)

I completely lost the plot.

Do you realize that we've
just made a million dollars?

Whatever are we going to do with
the rest of our weekend now?

Mm.

I can think of another merger.

(woman moaning in film)

This is disgusting.

(Todd laughs in film)

(woman moans in film)

(moaning in film)

TODD (in film):
Had a lot of fun today.

I must fly first class
to Hong Kong.

GREGOR:
Turn that shit off.

Huh? Oh, oh, whoa.
Hey, you can't...

GREGOR:
Bucharest PD!

MAN:
Let's get out of here, man.

GREGOR: Which one of you wants
to spend the night in jail?

Ugh, fuck!

What can you tell us about her?

-Never seen her before.
-GREGOR: Never seen her before?

30 seconds ago you were
jerking off to her, asshole.

(laughs sarcastically)

JOSEPH:
She worked here

and now she's missing.

(grunting)

(coughs)
Ow!

Talk or you'll be pissing blood
for the next year.

Fuck you!

(grunts)

All right, Gregor,
that's enough.

(projectionist groans, gasps)

Please, we need your help.

Fuck off. You don't think
I know what you're doing?

Huh?

What are we doing?

Good cop, bad cop routine.

Fuck you, good cop.

I'm not talking,
so let bad cop do his worst.

Oh, I'm sorry.
We gave you the impression

that my partner here
was the bad cop?

(grunts)

That was incorrect.

(screams, cries)

See, the good cop wouldn't have
sliced your femoral artery

so that you'd bleed to death

without expeditious
medical attention.

But I'm not the good cop.

I'm the very, very bad cop.

And you're about to die.

Lucky for you, good cop here
will treat your wound

with a lifesaving tourniquet.

PROJECTIONIST:
Fuck!

(screams)

(projectionist groaning)

Be careful, you stupid idiot!

You better start talking before
my partner makes me loosen that.

-JOSEPH: Tell us about the girl.
-I don't know, man.

She worked here and one day
she stopped coming in.

Next thing I know, she started
showing up in these movies.

And who's making these movies?

Bubescu. Petre Bubescu.

Is he a filmmaker?

He thinks he's a filmmaker.

Calls himself an artist,
but he's really just a pimp.

How do we find him?

PROJECTIONIST: He's got
a big house in the hills.

Bigger than a piece of shit
like you'll ever have.

(laughs) Throws lots
of big parties there,

got lots of drugs and girls.

I was seeing a chick who went
to one of these parties,

said the dude was
into some sick shit.

I don't know.

And this pimp, Petre Bubescu,

we're gonna need
an introduction.

Fuck.

JOSEPH:
Petre Bubescu.

His secret police file has
mysteriously gone missing.

(Dragos chuckles)

Here's what we've been able
to piece together.

He showed up
in the downtown theater scene,

rubbing elbows
with the literati.

Sounds like he had more
ambition than talent.

Started pimping in order
to pay for his productions.

Remains unrecognized
in the theater,

but makes a name
for himself as a pimp.

Then, three years ago...

And this is where things
get interesting.

...he disappears.

Some swore that
he'd run off to the West

where his artistic genius
would be recognized,

while those closest to him
assumed his failure as an artist

led to suicide.

No such luck.

Tipsy.

He popped up again a year ago...

(Joseph clears throat)

...producing propaganda films
inspired by the West.

Popular on the black market.

(chuckles)

GREGOR: Tipsy tracked
his name in connection

to a small state-sponsored
trucking business.

JOSEPH:
Tipsy.

Detective Anghel and I
will go undercover.

We'll pose as black marketeers,

peddling Western soft drinks.

Orzan will make
the introduction.

Of course.

Once inside, we get him

to commit to a sale
and distribution.

Meanwhile, we'll position
officers up the street,

monitoring the situation
led by me.

Fighting capitalist propaganda

is one of the state's
top priorities.

Yeah, that and losing files
up your ass.

-What did you say?
-Attention.

Files disappear
in your assholes.

Captain, please.

What'd I say?

I said enough!

Come on.

If this man is as dangerous
as you say he is,

who knows how he'll react
when he's provoked?

We won't let it escalate.

We'll have him take the bait.

We leave.

Dinca brings in the cavalry.

We got this, Captain.

Fine.

All right, let's go.

Let's get ready.
Move out.

(groans)

COVACI:
Gregor, Joseph, hold up.

My boys...

if this thing goes south,

I will knock your dicks...
in the dirt.

We should have guns.

(sighs) Job like this,
we should definitely have guns.

I'm telling you, man,
first thing

these guys do is frisk you.

I don't care if
you're fucking Trotsky,

you go in, you get frisked.

* *

Yep, we should definitely
have guns.

ORZAN:
Hey, Agota!

How you doing?

Ha... Nice night.
(chuckles)

Ah. Looking good.

Stairs. Heh.

Oh, these are my,
my good friends,

Vali and, uh, Teo.
(chuckles)

We're here to see the man.

Does the man want to see you?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
he knows we're coming.

Hmm! Here we go.

Arms up.
(nervous laughter)

Shouldn't you buy me
dinner first? (chuckles)

(Orzan laughs loudly)

Ow!

(Orzan laughs nervously)

(dance music playing)

(laughing):
There they are!

My new best friends.
Get down here.

Come on, bros.
What do you think?

Pretty nice, huh?
The very best.

You can go swimming
in the winter! Ha!

I had these palm trees
flown in from Iraq.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't ask me how much I paid.

Okay, I paid a lot.
(laughing)

Orzan, introduce us.

Oh yeah, these, uh,
these are my good friends,

Vali and Teo.

Petre Bubescu.

That's who I am,

but please call me Bert.

B-R-T. Bert.

Heh?

Ah, you like the view.

So do I.
(laughs)

Don't believe me?
Check out my shorts.

Got a boner the size of
the Palace of the Parliament!

(laughs) The Palace
of the Parliament!

Ha-ha! So, Orzan tells me
you have something for me.

-Yeah. Yeah.
-We do... Bert.

Please, sit.

Ow.

Ow... ow.

Can I have a taste?

Ah! Straight shot of pure,
unfiltered caffeinated soda pop!

Whoo!

Whoo, this is good stuff.

(growls, whoops, moans)

We can smuggle it in
through Transylvania.

We just need distribution
once we're across the border.

Wait...

I mean, gentlemen,
as they say in America,

"Let's make a deal!"

That's great news.

And on a personal level, Bert,
we just want to say

what big fans we are.

JOSEPH:
Oh, yeah, big time.

The Business of Business
was a true depiction

of the West and all its glory.

Ah, thanks.
We try to get it right.

It's important that Romanians
get to see the West

not as some God-fearing,

crime-ridden, horny,
money-hungry cesspool,

but for what the West
really is!

And what is it, exactly?

A paradise of opportunity!

Wait, I got an idea.

Katia! Come here, beautiful.

Take this guy upstairs
to meet Tatyana.

Tatyana Popescu?
She's here?

Yeah, why wouldn't she be?
This is her home.

Want her autograph?

Katia,
take him to Tatyana.

(laughing)

(laughs) Yeah.

(mumbles)

Hey, hey, you stay here
with me, big guy.

Don't leave me here
with Orzan.

He creeps me out.
(shudders)

Let me show you around.

(sniffs) Ah.
You like girls?

-I like girls.
-ORZAN: Hold on.

BUBESCU:
You work out?

Tatyana's aunt is look for her.

She'd like to see her again.

Is that who sent you?

Let them know Tatyana's fine,
she likes it here.

How about you?

Is there anyone out there
looking for you?

(whispering):
You don't have to be scared.

I can protect you.

You're swimming in deep waters,
my friend.

There's a Cold War going on,
and I consider myself a soldier.

-Isn't that right, Zoya?
-Whatever you say, baby.

Please, sit.
Originally,

I was going to change the world
through theatre.

First production I put up
was Romeo and Juliet.

But my version was different.

See, in my version,

the better version,
Juliet never dies.

Romeo wakes up.

They kiss, they embrace,
they live happily ever after.

Sensational.

-The critics hated it.
-It was savage.

But I stand by what I did.

It made me want to blow
my fucking brains out.

That would be a small mess.
(chuckles)

Look, the truth is,
you put on one play,

and you're lucky
if 100 people show up.

Hardly the spark that'll start
a capitalist revolution.

So, what do you do?

BUBESCU:
Excellent question, Teo.

(cocks gun)
I think we should go in.

No, no.

Just sit tight, Tipsy.

This is Tatyana's room.

Mmm.

We should kill some time
until she gets back.

What are you doing?

-(moans)
-Hp--

Hey.
I'm a married man.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Put your clothes on.

I'm... so, so sorry.

-(grunts)
-Huh?

What did you do to me?

You...

-You...
-(sighs)

Mmm. (moans)

(breathing heavily)
Oh.

MAN:
Okay, that's it.

Keep going. Don't-- Ignore me.

Don't mind me, don't mind me.

(moans)

See, everybody,
both sides of the Cold War,

has this fear
of nuclear weapons.

But, they're forgetting
that the war,

the real war,
is about ideas.

It's a war for your mind.

Look...

Which is why this...
Mwah!

...may be the single most
effective weapon

of mass destruction.

(Bubescu inhales deeply)

(exhales)

Now that I've got you wet...

(chuckles) are you ready
to be fucked?

Check this out,

my own personal "boom"!

Atomic bomb factory.

1,600 tapes a week.

(laughs)

(imitates whooshing sound)

Distributed
all over the country,

straight into people's homes,

where families and friends
gather to watch.

Capitalist virtues
will spread like a virus

and spread and spread and spread

until the East
is turned into the West.

(grunts)

(whoops)

-(moaning)
-CAMERAMAN: Okay, wow.

-Yeah.
-SOUND MAN: Mm, that's good.

CAMERAMAN:
That's so good.

It is, yeah.

Oh, that's so good.

Yeah, yeah.

(yawns loudly)

So, I should, um--
I should go check on my friend.

Okay, relax.

Did Orzan tell you how we met?

Orzan came to audition
for one of my films.

-ORZAN: It's true.
-He was talentless.

But he was meticulous,
I liked him.

So I got him the job
as the projectionist

at the cinema.

By the way,
how did you two meet?

ORZAN:
Uh, w-we...

We go to the same cafe.

-Oh, is that right?
-ORZAN: Yeah, yes.

BUBESCU:
Let me tell you something.

Finding a good projectionist

-is harder than finding
a good actor. -ORZAN: Very true.

An actor just needs to be able
to lie. As you must know...

Uh-huh, uh.

BUBESCU:
...the world is full of liars.

Unfortunately for Orzan here,

he can't lie for shit.

(Orzan yelling)

Creepy motherfucker.

(Romanian song playing)

(yells)

(sighs)

(gunshot in distance)

Did you hear that?

-(gunshot in distance)
-Oh, it's an ambush! -Duck!

(Romanian song
continues playing)

-(gunshots in distance)
-(gasps)

No, no, no. Don't stop.
Finish the scene.

(moaning)

* *

Joseph!

CAMERAMAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Who the fuck are you?

This is a closed set.

(whimpering)

Joseph, come on, get up.

Gregor, I saw him.

Who?

Him. He was here.

It's not over
until I yell "cut"!

(gun clicks)

(laughs)

And scene.

(gun clatters)

Did I get him?

(panting)

(dispatcher
speaking indistinctly)

It's a damn war zone in there.

In all my years, I've never seen
this kind of carnage.

So?

You saw the killer?

Yes.

He was in a room with me.

And what were you doing
in the room?

(sighing):
I was...

I was being raped.

What?

The killer is sill out there,
Captain.

So this massacre
was for nothing?

Do you think we're in America,
where life is cheap?

Ten of our fellow citizens
are dead in there,

and you let the killer get away?

He's been one step ahead of us
the entire time.

You two are off the case.

I'm giving this
to Stan and Dragos.

Captain, no.

You're no closer
to finding this person

than the day Nikita
gave his life for his country.

It's over.

Go home.

(Gregor sighs)

He's right.

(grunts)

We failed.

Joseph.

Joseph!

(exhales)

You had a bad day?

Yes, my love.

Very bad.

Sleep, Joseph.

Get some rest.

Things will look better
in the morning.

ANDREI:
Daddy.

Daddy!

You told me once, Father,
that it is my duty to inform.

Even if I had to inform
on loved ones.

(laughs softly)
Yes, of course.

(footsteps)

(whimpers)

Captain?

Joseph, you're under arrest.

For what?

For smuggling in Western goods.

Men.

(exhales)

Joseph?

Wait, t-there's been
some kind of mistake.

Your son discovered all this
in the floorboards.

He called us immediately.

If nothing else,
you raisedonegood child.

I'm not so sure about this one.

-All right.
-JOSEPH: No.

I've been set up. Captain!

-No, this is some kind of setup.
-ANDREI: Papa...

None of that stuff's mine,
I'm innocent!

Captain!

-(crying)
-(door closes)

(banging on door)

(banging continues)

(moans)

(groans)

(exhales)

All right, all right.

All right, all right,
I'm coming!

COVACI:
Hi.

We just arrested Joseph.

Uh... Huh.

Seems the son of a bitch

was part of the smuggling
operation all along.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

I'm assuming you didn't know.

Joseph, corrupt?

N-No, uh, I don't believe that.

He fooled us all, Gregor.

Now, look.

We need to clear you,
and when we do,

I want you to interrogate
Detective Baciu.

No... No.

No, now, you two
had a connection.

Maybe he'll be more open
to confessing to you.

(Covani laughs)

Company?

Hey, get up!

Come on, lady, time to go.

Who is she?

I don't remember.

Hey. Lady, rise and shine.

Let's go.

Get up.

Come on, honey, get up.

What...

It's Tatyana Popescu.

No...

I just found her.
(gun clicks)

Let's go. Get your hands
where I can see them.

-I-I didn't do that.
-Hands where I can see them.

I didn't do that!

Don't worry.

I'll send you meatballs
in prison.

(handcuffs jingling)

Let's go.

Let's go.