All language subtitles for Cabal.2020.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Please. Don't shoot.

I'm just a pilot.

I have kids.
Please, don't kill me.

I just work here. I have
nothing to do with those guys!

Shut up!

Give me your wallet
and your phone!

What?

Don't make me repeat myself!

If you tell anybody
what you witnessed here,

everyone you know will die.

- I swear, I won't say a word.
- -Convince me!

I'll say that I broke my wrist on the way
to work, I went to the hospital instead.

Run.

Tele-Viper to
Dragonfly, evacuate the area.

Law enforcement is en route.

Copy that.

- How's it going?
- Hi.

What can I get for you?

- Can I just get a beer?
- Sure. How's 805?

- Great. Thank you.
- -No problem.

That looks good. What's that?

What?

I was just wondering
what you chose, drink.

Your voice sounds familiar.

Do I know you?

Wow.

Okay.

- Come here.
- -Yeah.

I need a few minutes in private.

- Do you mind?
- -Oh, sure.

Thanks.

Code name, Dragonfly.

The reason why
you recognize my voice

is because you hear it over
your earpiece while you work.

What is this?

We're never supposed to meet, or
even speak on an unsecured line.

I'm your cleaner, or guardian
angel, if you prefer.

I arranged your medical
attention for that bullet wound.

I was just going to prove to you
that I know where you got shot.

Our employers won't appreciate us
meeting like this. What do you want?

- I want to know why--
- The drink is called.

It's scotch, now you know.

You should try it.
Great to meet you.

I don't care about the drink.

I want to know why you
chose to let that pilot live.

Why you'd risk our
employers finding out?

Could have ruined
the entire operation.

It was a bad choice in my part.
It won't happen again.

I won't report it. I promise.

I actually came here to
hire you for something private.

I don't like this game.

This isn't a game.

I need your help!

Give him another warning shot,
but not so close to the girl this time.

If he does that again,
you put him down.

Let's get her back to base and
see if any of these organs are usable.

Agent 284 is in a skirmish.

Redirect local law enforcement
away from his location.

Already on it, redirect in
progress. Clean up to follow.

Finally.

I can be sure you're not
wearing any recording devices.

What's your name?

Elizabeth.

You risked both of our lives
by contacting me, Elizabeth.

I want to know why.

No signal can leave this area.

I have scramblers.
Not even your tech will work.

Do you recognize these faces?

Some.

We killed him
because he was going to expose

our executives who attended
a work he was at, Lolita Island.

I killed him, not you.

I helped.

Do you remember
your trip to Yala?

Not one of mine.

I don't get
assigned to kill women.

No, of course you don't. Your psych
evaluations make that quite clear.

But I bet you remember sneaking
into a second story hotel room

and poisoning a seafood paella,
while someone was in the shower?

It was hers,
a reporter who was there

to expose businessmen
who go to Thailand

to have sex with children,
some of whom are our members.

She had to die.

Is finding that out supposed
to make me have a breakdown?

It's supposed to open your eyes.

The world's a messy place.

I learned a long time ago,
there are no more heroes left.

See this man?

I don't remember him.

I guess that's because I can
kill men with a clear conscience.

There's something you
can add to my psych report.

You didn't kill him,
just persuaded him.

They send me to kill men,
not persuade them.

Oh, but you did, the car bomb.

That didn't kill him?

It killed his
four-year-old son and a nanny.

That persuaded him to
rescind his company's bid

on an offer that one
of our members wanted.

In exchange, we let his
seven-year-old daughter live.

You should delete this little
collection of yours before they find out.

They never will.

I should report this.

But you won't.

More psych exam extrapolations?

Cut to the chase!

Our employers
need people like you

to eliminate their enemies,

and people like me
to erase their tracks.

I knew that before I came here.

What I don't know
is what you want from me.

You're not a sociopath.

You can't live with yourself
doing these kinds of things,

any more than I can,
not long-term.

We can either be patriots
and live, or be killed off, period.

Patriots.

Oh, you still believe
we work for the government.

That changes things.

I clean for others, you know?
Not just you.

One of them is a human
trafficker who works for our people.

She scavenges at orphanages,

because no one
looks for missing orphans.

Hmm. Clever.

Disgusting, but clever.

Amongst their many sins,

our employers have an
insatiable lust for young flesh.

That's nothing new. But then
I discovered something worse.

It's taken a lot of investigation,
but I can prove, without a doubt,

that our employers are
sending girls to be sacrificed...

by some sort of serial killer.

Our employers have gone

from power-hungry
tyrants to just... evil.

Why?

I wish I knew, but
this is secret society stuff.

They've taken
a psychotic killer in chains

to the wilderness
and unleashed him.

Now, they're sending
girls to be butchered by him,

and our employers are doing it.

I can show you,
I'll prove, just look.

Why don't you just
tell me what you want from me?

Innocent, young women
are dying...

and it's my fault.

Simply put, I want you
to eliminate the problem.

Our employers?

No, the killer.

I'll, I'll settle for just him.

I realize you're
sensitive to all this.

In our business, that's bad.

If cleaning is too much for you,
then asked to be reassigned.

You can do that
without getting us killed.

I thought you might say that.

If I can't appeal
to your sense of honor,

maybe I can appeal to
your sense of self-preservation.

I know you've been
saving up for retirement.

I have money.
I don't need yours.

You don't have nearly enough.

They'll never let you,
walk out the door

and put in your papers
when you want to retire.

They won't let you go sit
on some beach and sip margaritas

to assuage your conscience.

You know too much.

People like us
don't retire, we vanish.

And the only question is whether
we make ourselves vanish, or they do.

I know that,
and I have my own plan.

And I'll bet it's good.

But I have
half a million in cash.

I know it's not
enough to get out in style,

but it's a good down
payment on a simple kill,

and this time, a righteous kill.

I descend
directly from the Duponts.

What a legacy.

And a responsibility,

one that generations
my family have had to bear.

This conversation's
not for your ears.

Getting the cattle away from the
church took decades, but it worked.

Now they lack
faith and fellowship,

and they're
all the weaker for it.

It was my father's initiative.
God rest his soul.

Allow me to interject, ladies, but in
polite company, we should refer to them

as the working class,
or the masses, and not cattle.

Oh, Howard, there's no need to
show off in front of your girlfriend.

I'm not. I've already explained that
our job is to help guide the masses.

By keeping them in their place

so they can
live relatively happy

toiling away to support us,
while we shape the world in ways

that are necessary
to advance civilization.

Ways they might find
distasteful in their ignorance,

but it is a burden we must bear.

Thea, what are your thoughts?

In all honesty, I do understand
that in order for the world to progress,

we need to control the masses.

It's in their best interest.

- It's in all of our best interests.
- It really is.

For instance,
Kathleen here works in media.

She helps by shortening the
attention span of the cattle,

and creates content that makes
them go against their nature

so they stay just smart enough
to work and generate comrades.

But not smart enough to
know who's pulling the strings.

Here, here.
The media, our greatest asset.

Well, I'm deep in
the trenches in LA,

movie stars,
executives, the homeless.

I can't decide which
are the most disgusting.

But I put a smile on my face
and I try to understand.

They just don't know any better.

That's why our initiative
is so crucial.

We must redouble our focus to
road the most elemental bond,

the bond that even
the cattle can feel.

Oh, excuse me,
Doctor, the masses.

What's the initiative?

She doesn't understand.
How cute.

The bond between a man
and a woman must be destroyed.

See, that bond leads to love,

love leads to children,
children leads to family,

family leads to
living as nature intended,

which breaks our control.

There's no need
for family anymore. Right?

And what we have in the micro,
you must establish in the macro.

Fascinating.

Give me the countersign
to Obelisk 58.

Confirm, that's a go.

Oh, that one.

He can have that one,
she's of no use to me.

Let him have his fun.

I'll have him released.
Zhora out.

Just got the authorization.
Go ahead and let him loose.

Keep a sniper on him
until I clear the area.

He's a little too fond of me. My
life is in your hands, Sergeant.

I was just metering the light, and
this looks like the perfect location

for our photo shoot.

So much better than
the group home, right?

Oh, yeah. For sure.

It's such a beautiful place.

I could die happy here.

All right, I'm just going to go
grab the rest of my camera gear.

Oh, I can help you.

Oh, there's no need.

Well, I can help
you carry your equipment.

Oh, I know. It's just,
it's so warm out here,

I don't want you
to exert yourself.

Plus, there's all these branches,
and we don't want to scratch up

those perfect supermodel legs.

Okay, well,
if you change your mind,

just give me a holler.

You're sweet.

Feel free to cool off
in the river, okay?

I'll be right back.

Media is the key
to our offensive.

It's a clinical fact
that people imprint better

when they're in
heightened emotional states.

Movies, TV, music,
all exploit emotions.

Social media is a multiplayer.

That puts operatives
like you on the frontline.

I make sure all of the content we
produce glamorizes sexual promiscuity,

homosexuality,
abortion, drug use,

transgenderism, whatever
the perversion du jour is.

Once we convince them to chop their
dicks off, we've owned them in every way.

It's important to
make them go against nature.

Emasculate the males.

Convince them that their
natural impulses are toxic.

Convince the females
that virtue and self-respect

are antiquated notions
from their grandmother's era.

We teach the females
to act like males,

drink like a man,
screw like a man,

so they lose all sense of
what it means to be a woman.

Depicting divorce as
independence and freedom is key.

Divorce numbers have been going
down, but we need them to go up.

We can enslave the males
financially, and lower the mental health

of the females
and their offspring.

Yes, we've been strong in that initiative
for many years, and we'll continue on it.

- I think it's time that we normalize pedophilia.
- I agree.

But our research
indicates another decade

before we can put
that initiative into motion.

I think we could
do it in five years.

Until then,
we could use our currently

normalized perversions
to road the nuclear family.

Society will be
a much better place

when we dictate
what a family is.

So if I understand it,
no love, no happy homes,

which equals no next generation

- of well-adjusted champions looking to dethrone us.
- Precisely, my dear.

Didn't I tell you? She's not
just another pretty face.

She's going to take us to the next
level and preserve our most sacred order.

Agreed.

She's a fine addition.

Thea, why don't you
give us a moment

- to speak in private, my dear.
- Certainly.

Come here, my sweet.

Kathleen, look at this.

Look at her glowing skin.

The luster of her hair.

Oh, say nothing of this.

Hey, stand still, you.

We're just admiring how lucky
you are to be in your prime.

Look at the bounce on that.

Kathleen, we need your vote, and
we're willing to compensate you for it

with the fountain of youth.

As you know, Dr. Bieger
can do a full blood transfusion.

How would you like the blood of
a beautiful young woman like that

coursing through your veins?

Our last exam show the
beginnings of possible liver disease.

How would you like to have
a brand new liver installed?

A liver from a young,
vibrant person.

You mean the organs of a child?

We will give you
spinal fluid from babies,

but the organs of children are
too small and have no capacity.

The organs of a young adult
have just finished forming

and work at maximum efficiency.

A young, flowering woman,

so you can
radiate in that way again.

I mean, you've
made great achievements

pushing our agenda
through the media.

And you've suffered a lot
of stress and sleepless nights

healing those
filthy celebrities.

You deserve this.

We can facilitate it all in exchange
for a vote of confidence from you.

The gathering of the elders
is next month.

Do I have your support?

How can I say no?

It's fine.

Can you put it there?

Half a million, cash.

Add that to what
you've already saved,

and live a long, modest life in a
remote paradise of your choice.

How do you know
how much I've saved?

I know all about you.

Our employers instructed me
to keep you under surveillance

in addition to
just cleaning after you.

I'm like
a well-equipped stalker.

I've spent
so many hours watching you.

I know you're
desperate to get out...

and would if you had the money.

I haven't shared that
observation with our employer.

How do you know I won't just
kill you and take this money?

Like I said,
I know all about you.

Especially your secret.

What secret?

You're one of the good guys.

Amongst all us villains,

even though they've tried to
take it out of you, they haven't.

And even though we've just met,
I know I can trust you with my life.

If I'm wrong,
kill me and take the money.

Choice is yours.

Choice?

When I was young,
I made the bad choice

to trade my career in the army
for this black ops work.

Then I made an even worse choice
for not leaving before I got too deep.

Now that I've finally
learned from my mistakes,

you want me to make
yet another bad choice?

You don't strike me as the kind
of man who laments his decisions.

In that case...

Once more onto the breach.

Yes! These look great.

- And this is so much better than the group home, right?
- That's for sure.

At first, it was kind of strange coming
all the way out here by ourselves.

Yeah, but it's totally
worth it for the privacy.

- Can I see them?
- -Oh, yeah.

The screen's a little small,
but you'll get the idea.

- Oh, wow.
- Yeah.

I love that one.

So do I,
but I like this one better.

What the fuck is that?

Go back.

Is that--

Oh, God.

Not me, not me!

You work for us.

I will shoot!

Fucking psycho.

Sallos is in active pursuit.

Let him chase her until they get into
the cover of the trees, and then stop him.

The doctor wants
her organs for harvesting.

Roger. Copy that.

I have you on visual.

Okay, you should go on foot from
there so he doesn't hear the vehicle.

I'm on foot.

Are you sure
you're out of harm's way?

I'm well outside
of his operating area.

You're the one
walking into the lion's den.

I thought
you said I was looking for

just one man.

You are. What's wrong?

There's an active
and well-kept power station

that seems to be
going underground.

Knowing that our employers
are involved,

we might be into more
than what we bargained for.

There's an electrical tower too.

Standby.

Behind you!

I hear shots. Have you engaged?

You need to evacuate now.

- I'm engaging multiple armed combatants.
- What?

This is more than
some psycho and a murder spree.

Abort now!
I'll find my own way out.

I've been reading intel reports

that China, India, and Africa

are the leading providers of
harvested body parts?

Well, we don't deal in substandard
parts with subhuman people.

That might be okay for
the wealthy among the masses,

but we don't settle
for second best here.

Besides, preserved blood
is no longer energized.

You're going to receive
fresh, living blood and organs,

from fine physical specimens
from the proper lineage.

The masses might
be brain dead sheep,

but their bodies are
perfect for harvesting.

Could I see the girl being used?

Sure. She's resting,
but, uh, you can take a look.

Don't let the decor scare you.

Who does your
decorating, Doctor?

I'll have these removed.
They're not important.

Question is, why are
they here in the first place?

This might sound strange,
but we use a serial killer

as a friend,
to protect the facility.

You mean as a scapegoat.

Exactly, yes.

If law enforcement ever trace

any of the missing
girls to this area,

they'll find
an ax-wielding maniac,

and he'll take the fall
while we fade into the ether.

- Is that her?
- She just came in.

She's perfect.

And she's all yours.

So...

would I be lying here?

Exactly.

It's just like taking a nap,
except when you wake up,

you'll feel more rejuvenated
than you ever have,

just like when
the world was new.

What was that?

Um, I don't know.

We don't have a drill
scheduled for today. Excuse me.

Nothing to worry about,
I'm sure.

Doctor, the compound
is under attack.

We need to grab your go-kit
and evacuate. Come on.

An opportune...

but there will be others.

Let's go.

- Tell me what you know.
- Outpost is reporting an active shooter outside.

Freeze!

I'm under attack.
No security detail. Code red!

Yes, sir, copy that.
Evac team is on its way.

Tell them to hurry!

We need immediate evac!

Chopper being
routed to your location.

Who the hell are you people?

How dare you ask questions,
you obtuse piece of filth.

Why are there soldiers here?

- Wait.
- Tell me!

I have something here
that will explain everything.

There's no danger here.

Two million dollars.

And I know who you are,
codename Dragonfly.

What you don't know...
is you've been working

for me and my associates
for years.

Take the money
and never look for us,

and we'll never look for you.

Take it, you lonesome thing,
and get out of here.

Leave it here.
I'll be right back.

Make your choice now.

Take it now or lose it forever!

Filthy animal. Now, Howard,
get me out of this nightmare!

Take the money and live
a long and happy life.

Or be killed by
that blood-thirsty maniac!

Your choice!

You can still catch it!

What was that?

That was
the right choice we made.