All language subtitles for Cell 8 - S01E02 WEB.eng

I can't get that silly song
out of my head.

-You mean "Beautiful Brown Eyes"?
-Yes, I do.

I'll never love blue eyes again

That could be like...
our song, right?

Yeah.

Did you play it last night?

No.

-Is something wrong?
-No. It's nothing.

I'm just tired.
Do you want a coffee?

-What?
-I don't know.

You tell me.

You've been away for three days, and
usually you're excited to get home.

-Excited to see me.
-Yeah, I was. I am.

Come on, you've been acting weird
all morning.

I don't know what you're
talking about. Okay?

-Do you have any plans for today?
-I don't know.

Ah, fucking life admin bullshit.

Hey, I'm not leaving until you
tell me what's wrong.

Yeah. Nothing's wrong. Okay?

Please don't lie to me.

Remember, we talk to each other.

Yeah, I can't do this right now.
Okay?

Do what?

Hey, if there is something
that you need to say...

No. No, there is nothing
I need to tell you. Okay?

There is nothing. Alright?

Yeah, there are things
you don't know about me.

But there are things I don't know
about you. And that's okay.

We don't have to be in each other's
fucking pockets all the time. Okay?

Okay.

Just...

sounds to me like you're not happy.

-Makes me feel like.
-No. What?

No, I'm sorry.
Hey, Mariana, I'm sorry.

-...break up?
-Hey, no, no. I'm just...

No, I'm just being an asshole.
I'm just...

It's just mad stuff. Okay?

It's nothing interesting.
I'll tell you about it later.

Alright?

-Okay.
-Okay.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

-Okay? I'm so sorry.
-Okay.

-I'm really, really sorry.
-Okay.

Okay?

Do you want to know something?
I'm sorry.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

CONDEMNED

"And God has poured balm
into your wounds,

as he does into all those
who are in affliction,

said Monte Cristo inquiringly."

'Yes, Count', returned Julie,

'we may indeed say he has,

for he has done for us what he
grants only for his children.

He sent us one of his angels.

And the Count's cheeks became
scarlet, and he coughed,

in order to have an excuse for

putting his handkerchief
to his mouth."

-Hey, I'm talking to you!
-"Those born into wealth

and who have the means of gratifying
every wish, said Emmanuel,

know not what is
the real happiness of life,

just as those who have been tossed
on the stormy waters of the ocean

on a few frail planks can alone

realise the blessings
of fair weather."

John?

Still here.

I appreciate that.

Yeah, well.

You know, I wouldn't be
anywhere else in the world.

You know where I'd be?

Miami Beach.

A sunset bar.

Half-naked bitches, and John Frey...

-live on stage.
-Hell, yeah!

I didn't play
in those kinds of bars, man.

Your loss man,

more bitches for Big Marv.

If you need anything, you just let
me know.

Okay, thanks. Bye.

Alright. God bless you now.

Oh, Vernon. Patty, she was...
She had a soul of...

I'm sorry.

It was a wonderful service, Vern.

Anything you need, you call me.

Thanks, Ethel.

-See you at work.
-Yeah.

You all know what day it is today?

Let's be our best selves.

-Everybody okay?
-Yes, sir.

Yeah, good.

Remember, God is watching over us.

-Yes, sir.
-Amen.

"Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name,
thy kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth,
as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us of our trespasses

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation

and deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,
the power and the glory,

for ever and ever."

-I'll think about you, man.
-I'll be right behind you, Marv.

-I'm next up.
-Stay strong, ya'll.

Open cell seven.

Opening cell seven.

Stand up, Williams.

It's time.

I know you hear me, Williams.

Stand up, for God's sake,
so I don't have to lift you up.

Vern, can you give me a minute?

I want to give my cross to the boy.

Let him do it, man.

Enough.

We're never going to
forget you, Marv.

Thanks for everything, man.

Party it up
with them bitches in heaven.

You alright, sir?

Never better, Dexter.

Some crazy people out there.

Yeah, though we walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,

we will fear no evil.

EXECUTION IS LEGAL HOMICIDE!

Governor.

-Warden.
-Right this way.

I can't let you in without
authorisation.

This is the governor. Open the door.

Cell block B, open.

DEATH ROW

QUIET

There's the big man himself.

Governor, I didn't do it!
I didn't do it!

-Come on!
-What are you doing?

Governor, I'm an innocent man

You took my daughter from me.

What are you doing here?

I'm on my way to watch Williams die.

They tell me he's a friend of yours.

I've got nothing to say to you.

Exodus, chapter 21.

"But if there is serious injury,
you are to take life

for life.

Eye for eye.

Tooth for tooth.

Hand for hand."

-Stop.
-"Foot for foot."

Burn for burn.

-Stop!
-"Life for life."

Just stop. Just stop.

-"Wound for wound."
-Stop. Just stop.

Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!

-Leave him alone!
-Leave the boy alone!

And there it is.

See, Dexter? The rage.

You...

Find out who did this.

You don't have to be here
preaching bullshit to me.

The rage that killed my little girl.

No.

I loved her.

I was at home when she died.

Where were you?

Celebrating your own victory.

You should have protected Beth.

-How dare you?
-No, I get it. I get it, I do.

You feel guilty.

I would too,

if I left my daughter alone to die.

You son of a...

What's going on?

-Step away, sir.
-Get the fuck off.

You alright, John?

-Get him out!
-John, are you alright?

The governor can do
whatever he wants.

I'm going to have to ask you
to leave immediately, sir.

Oh yeah? And you are?

Vernon Eriksen, sir.
Senior corrections officer.

-Senior corrections officer.
-We'll see about that.

I cannot allow you or anyone else
to harass my prisoners.

You think of these animals as yours?

Get the fuck out of here!
Piece of trash!

With all due respect, sir,

please leave.

-Right, Vern!
-Yeah!

-You ain't nothing in here!
-Get out!

-Get the hell out!
-That's it, boy, walk.

Get your ass out of here!

Okay, I got it.

How long have you been
working here, Eriksen?

My whole life, sir.

42 years on the row.

That's a long time

-Must be more than 100.
-100?

Men. Come and... gone.

I remember them all, sir.

You care about your prisoners,
I see.

That's my job. To rehabilitate,
no matter what awaits them.

Your... incident with the governor.

He should not have been allowed
near any prisoner.

-Especially that one.
-He insisted, sir.

Well, be that as it may,

My hands are tied.

-You're suspended for a week.
-But sir.

Without pay.

Warden Pedersen,

in 42 years, I've never once
broken a regulation.

You chose a bad day to start.

-But the governor insisted, sir.
-That's politics, Eriksen.

Let's be glad it wasn't a lot worse.

That'll be all.

Oh, and just to be clear,

you still have your obligations
for today.

Yes, sir.

Go with God, Marvin.

Be strong, Marv.

Marvin Williams,

be known that you
have been found guilty

by a jury of your peers.

for the crime of murder in the
first degree of Isabelle Smith.

I am hereby authorised to cause
sentence by death

to be executed at this time.

Do you have any last words?

Vern...

See you on the other side, Marv.

...plea in the case of John Frey,
the man convicted of murdering

governor Finnegan's
daughter Elizabeth

on the night
of Finnegan's re-election.

Frey's lawyers have argued that
Finnegan's political connections

represent a conflict of interest.

I have an extensive file here,
establishing the legal framework...

Fuck!

...to governor Finnegan's authority
in the case of John Frey.

Whatever your views on the use of
the death penalty,

nobody can condone a system where
a man's final option for clemency

lies in the hands
of the victim's father.

I say:
"Is your closure more important

than the principle that every
American is equal before the law?"

Governor, you speak a lot about God.
Well...

God is watching.

And if you think
your wrath deserves its will

more than John Frey
deserves his rights,

or the institutions of our state
deserves their dignity,

then God's judgement on you
will be pitiless.

-Hey, Vern.
-Hi, Ethel. How are you?

-I'm good. How are you doing?
-I'm good.

You know how I feel
about that place. How Patty felt.

-I'm not interested.
-You never saw it

as a matter of innocent or guilty.

It's for the Lord to judge, not me.

Even the guilty ones.

You've worked there your whole life.

-For justice.
-I believe in it, Ethel.

Then you must believe
that the right to a pardon

is the prisoner's last life-line.

And for justice to be done,
that has to be honoured.

-How much do you know about Frey?
-Enough.

Then let me ask you this.

You have seen a lot of killers
in your time.

Do you really think
that's what he is?

I've already explained my strategy
to your father.

I think there is
a serious judicial issue here

with Finnigan being your last resort
for a pardon

and the father of the victim.

It's a complex situation.

And with the lack
of legal precedent,

it could be a long fight.

But I think it gives us grounds to
at least postpone the execution.

-Postpone?
-At the moment...

the key thing is to
get the ball back in play.

Once the system is looking
at your case again,

then we can put pressure on Finnigan
for a pardon.

What do you mean "pardon"?
I didn't fucking do it.

John, I need to be
straight with you.

That doesn't matter.

-What?
-Hear her out, son. Please.

What we're dealing with is a system.

And I know it's hard to hear,
but at this stage,

the system is no longer
concerned with

whether you are
innocent or guilty.

The only thing it's concerned with

is that the system itself
functions correctly.

-And who is paying for all this?
-Pro bono.

Hanna is one of the best
civil rights lawyers in the state.

My firm specialises in
death penalty cases.

How many do you win?

Not all of them.

Look, John, if you don't think I
have skin in the game, you're wrong.

I had a client, Lucas Cale,

he had severe learning disabilities.

And then one day,
he got into a fight with a cop.

And the cop got killed.

And Edward Finnigan
put Lucas to death.

I'm here to make Finnigan pay
for what he did to Lucas,

and what he's doing to you.

I just...

I don't get how the law doesn't care
that I'm innocent.

Because it's already decided
you aren't.

Okay.

And what about you?
What do you think?

-I'm not here to try your case.
-Yeah...

Yeah, but...

you must have seen the evidence.

John, I promise you. In the end,
the truth will come out.

Right, there was the assault
on the ferry.

The security staff on the ship,

they say that it's the singer in
the band who is the perpetrator.

And where is he now?

He seems to
have got ashore somehow.

It's all very unclear.

And the shipping company doesn't
even know his name.

But the band has
registered a sole trader business.

That's how I managed to find this.

Canadian citizen.

Isn't on social media, doesn't
have a driving licence,

and he doesn't have
a residence permit.

-How long has he been here?
-Four years.

He applied for a work permit
but the application was rejected.

What's up?

We found our guy on the ferry.

From Canada.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Well, I'll keep digging.

I was listening to some shitty band
when this madman attacked me.

Can you describe him?

He was some huge biker type.
A huge guy.

I happened to be looking away
when he jumped me.

If I'd seen him I would have
clobbered him.

But if you didn't see him,
how do you know he's huge?

Why the interrogation?

Shouldn't you be looking for him?

-Were you drunk?
-What? Is drinking illegal now too?

No, it's not illegal.

It's just that random,
unprovoked attacks are rare.

I just fucking told you.
I just fucking said that...

Calm down a bit.
You've got concussion.

Fuck, I'm taking this to court.

I'm going to sue that piece of shit.

And you too, if you don't...

Hello?

Hey, could we get a doctor here?

Yes, what's happening?

He's lost consciousness.

Hey. Hey, man... I'm...

Listen, are you still interested in
my Strat?

Yeah, uh...

Yeah, sure. Okay. Yeah, thanks, man.

I'll call you back.

Hey, come in. You okay?
Do you want anything?

-What happened last nigh?
-Look...

I'm sorry about before.
I had things going on.

Stop lying.

You're the suspect of an assault
on the ferry.

What?

Oh, what is this? An interrogation?

No. This is your girlfriend asking
why you lied to her.

-I didn't lie.
-Shut up.

Look.

I fucked up. Okay?
I'm sorry, I should have told you.

I think your biggest fuck-up
was to punch someone.

No, he was a fucking drunk asshole

who was harassing that woman
all night. He wouldn't let her go.

And I was playing. I saw the whole
thing, and I told him to back off.

But he wouldn't fucking listen,
so I just...

I know. I lost it, okay.

Okay.

I can help you.

But I need you to come with me.

Now?

Yes.

Okay, yeah. Yeah, sorry. Yeah, okay.

-It's alright. I panicked.
-It's okay.

Okay.

-I wish you'd told me last night.
-Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

I just...

I hope you understand that this puts
me in a very awkward position.

Yeah.

It'll be fine as long
as he pulls through.

-What do you mean "pulls through"?
-He's in the hospital.

Internal bleeding.

Don't worry.
Most likely he'll be fine.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

Hey, I forgot my ID.
I'll be right back. Okay?

-Okay. Don't be too long.
-Yeah.

Sundkvist.

I have the Canadian embassy
on the other line.

Yes. Yes, please put them through.

I'm miss Bruce from the
Canadian embassy in Stockholm.

-Hi.
-We have been looking into

your request about Jonathan Swartz.

Yes, thanks a lot.

-Ewert, do you have a moment.
-Yes, sure.

I got a call
from the Canadian embassy.

Okay.

The Jonathan Swartz
this passport was issued to

is a 55-year-old miner in Alberta.

-And who is this?
-They have no idea.

Should I keep checking
our databases?

If he's not a Swedish citizen,
he won't be in any of them.

No.

-National Security Service. Olsson.
-Hi, it's Grens.

John?

John?

I'm sorry. xx

Wait, are you sure it's him?

I mean, he's younger and the hair
is different, but...

-It's the same eyes.
-How can you be sure?

The photo is seven years old.

Ewert, I know that I've messed up.

I know I should have told you
straight away...

but I wasn't completely sure,
and I wanted to be 100% sure that...

my John is Jonathan Swartz
who is John Frey.

What was he arrested for?

Come on, I can handle it.

He... murdered his girlfriend.

-No.
-Yes, and there's more.

FINNIGAN KILLER GETS NEEDLE

But it says that he was sentenced
to death. How can he be here?

How did you two actually meet?

Six months ago at Engelen.
His band was playing.

And what do you know about this guy?

He said he was from Canada.

That his parents are dead.

He was travelling around Europe
and never went home.

I believed him.

Of course you did.

Listen to this.

John Frey is dead.

He died four years ago,

of a heart attack
while awaiting his execution.

-And you're sure of this?
-Yes.

The Ohio police is going to send
a death certificate.

Do we know where he is?

Well, we're working on it.

Okay.

Mariana, can I have a word?

Nobody needs to know that you and
John were in a relationship.

That's between us.

But I'm taking you off the case.
Okay?

If he gets in touch with you,
you come straight to me.

Where the hell are you?

-I can explain.
-What's wrong with you?

-I was trying to help you.
-I know.

I'm sorry,
but I really need to see you.

-I don't think so.
-Please.

There is something
I need to explain before...

Before what?

Look, I know I fucked up
I panicked. Okay?

Will you please just meet me?

I have something important
I need to tell you.

Then tell me now.

Mariana, please.

Hi.

Hey.

Look, I know
I don't deserve this, but...

You've got to hear me out. Okay?

Before I go.

Mariana, please.

So you're really leaving?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm... I'm heading north.

I'm gonna lay low for a while.

Sure you want to tell me that?

There's a lot of things
I want to tell you.

I wanted to so many times, but...

I don't know.
I felt so lucky to have you.

I didn't want to do anything
to ruin that.

I know that's selfish, but...
it's what I am.

What did you want to tell me?

Well, I'm not from Canada.

Where are you from?

The US.

Things happened to me there,
and I had to leave.

And I came here with no clue
what I was doing,

or what I would find, but then...

I found you.

And I'm not scared when I'm
with you, and I need you, but...

you don't fucking need me. Okay?

You don't.

Nothing good happens if I stay.

All I will cause is pain.
It's what I do.

But you deserve to know
everything about me.

I don't care what happens,
you deserve to know.

You just have to promise
to hear me out. Okay?

I'm sorry.

Mariana?

Yeah?

Don't.

Come along.

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