All language subtitles for The Golden Hour_S01E01_Episode 1.English (CC)

[sirens]

[rhythmic, suspenseful music]

[man via radio]
All units: the area is now clear.

Bomb squad is on the way. Be safe,
stay alert, we'll keep the area secure.

Stand by for further instructions.

POLICE

Yo boys,
that tape is there for a reason.

-We got to cross.
-I'm afraid not guys.

-We're working here.
-[man] Listen to this guy.

What?

You think I'm impressed by you or what?

Listen. You can make this difficult
or just walk around.

It's only a minute out of your way.

[suspenseful music]

[man spitting]

CENTRAL STATION

-[woman] Is there trouble?
-No, nothing.

[van door rolls open]

[electronic, suspenseful music]

[man] Pick up the pace, man.
The Railway is starting to complain.

[man laughing]

[detective sighs]

Are we doing a song today or what?

[man through radio] Sure.
If you want, dude.

We can select from a large repertoire.
What do you think of this one?

[humming]

-I hope that he explodes.
-Who? Patrick?

No, the bomb.

[Patrick] ♪ Itsy, bitsy station
So early in the morning ♪

Why?

I'm sick of getting woken up
for these false alarms.

I'm tired, I can barely function.

That would suck for Patrick though.

-He should have learned a trade.
-[laugh]

[Patrick continues humming]

-[Patrick] Hm…
-[man via radio] What's "hm?"

-You stay here, okay?
-Where are you going?

It's not quite what I thought it was.

Come on back.
We'll get tEODor from the van.

No. I'll do this myself.

-What are you doing?
-Look over your right shoulder.

That dude at the fence,
with the phone in his hand.

Walk towards him. He's probably
going to take off when he sees you coming.

Make sure he goes around
to the side of the station.

♪ Itsy bitsy station
So early in the morning ♪

♪ Soaking up the passengers
And taking them to work ♪

♪ And the top engineer ♪

♪ Turned the little engine wheels ♪

♪ Chug-a-chug, choof-choof ♪

♪ And off we go ♪

[music stops]

Police! Turn around!
Hands behind your back!

It's just a camera and a car stereo.

[sighing] Fuck…

-It was a joke.
-Shut your mouth.

[young man coughing]

Get up.

[young man coughing]

On the ground. Sit down, on the ground.

That's that?

The terrorist who put that thing there.

[Patrick] That's not good.

He'll remain silent.

You see him? You see that suit he wears?

Notice anything?

[muffled sounds]

-That fucking hurt.
-Shh! Don't swear. Don't swear.

What do you notice about his hands?

-He's not wearing gloves.
-Precisely.

With gloves you can't feel anything.

Hidden wires, or a millimeters difference
that you need when clearing a bomb.

This suit protects you a little
so that you don't tear apart

but you lose both your hands.

So how do you think he feels walking
up to that fucking backpack of yours? Hm?

-It was a prank for YouTube.
-A prank?

-Ah, yes.
-Just a prank?

-[Patrick] It was just a prank.
-Always for the fucking likes.

AUDEMEZ - BELGIUM

[French rap playing over stereo]

[singing in French]

[phone vibrating]

[music turned down]

-Hello.
-[man over phone] Where are you?

-Almost at the border.
-[man] That's good.

-Take the back road.
-Okay.

-[man] Don't do anything stupid.
-Okay.

-[man] See you soon.
-See you.

[radio volume increases]

[music fades]

Are we stopping?

Got to take a piss, what's up?

[suspenseful music]

Hey guys…

-What's going on?
-Stay calm, just chill.

It's alright, go on. It's an accident.

-Are you sure?
-A hundred percent.

Turning around now
would look too weird.

Come on, bro, let's go.

[car engine revving]

[dialogue in the background]

All right, chief, all good.
François will be here in 15 minutes.

-Did you see that car?
-Not really, I was on the phone.

When you pass by an accident,
what do you do?

Most people would slow down
and check it out. Right?

-Sure.
-Come on.

You see? No big deal.

[police siren]

-Fucking hell, the cops are following.
-What?

These guys all think they're so smart,
but they're all just so predictable.

People are like animals, Alain.
You have to know them.

But you'll catch on.
It's just a matter of time.

And here we are.

[siren stops]

[car engine stops]

[chief] Good evening, gentlemen.
What's going on?

Stay calm.

[chief] Put your hands
on the roof for me please?

-Why? What'd we do?
-Don't get smart with me, huh?

-What are you doing out here?
-We're going to Amsterdam.

Party, party.

Party, party. How about that?

-Hey, chief?
-What?

-[Alain] How many of them were in the car?
-I'm not sure.

How many people were in the car, chief?

Oh fuck…

-[man] Are you crazy? What are you doing?
-Why don't you shut it, asshole?

We need to avoid attention.

Now they'll look for drug runners
going to France.

-Why is he with us?
-Just trust me bro. Come on.

[dogs barking]

Alright, get in the car.
Let's go! Come on, get in the car!

[car slowing down]

[door closing]

[treadmill running]

Hey… How was it?

Your husband saved Amsterdam
from destruction again.

Again…
Will your boss give you a sticker?

[laugh]

I'm proud of you, honey.

[sighing]

Pff.

The expected donation for Pip's school
is increasing again next year.

-Unbelievable.
-We could take her out.

-No, no, no…
-You know I don't care for that school.

-Now that you've got your bike.
-It was never about that.

No? What was it then?

The suggested donation of 3000 euros,
among other things.

-1500.
-You know what I mean.

All the kids are white.
It's expensive. Everyone's rich.

I want the best school for my daughter.
And if it's expensive…

Pip, let's go.

Dad, can we use the siren?

-No.
-Come on, please, Dad?

[laughs]

-[Pip] Please?
-Are you ready?

[siren]

Pip.

Forgetting something?

-Bye, Dad.
-Have a good day, honey.

-Salaam, Fardin.
-Salaam, Mardik.

-Good morning. You alright?
-Great weather, all these happy kids

and a full can of paint.
What else could I possibly need? [laughs]

-Have a good one.
-Have a good one.

[suspenseful music]

-[man] Hey.
-Hey.

[music stops]

Ah! Jesus… And I'm not allowed to smoke?

It's for your mental health.

Take a deep inhale…

Try it.

I'm working on the security screenings
for the national police.

Joelle, leave the screening
to the interns.

Just check off the questions.
You don't need me for that.

I'm about to go talk to a detective
from Afghanistan in a minute.

Excellent detective. Stubborn asshole.

Doesn't listen. Always scores top marks.

[laughs] The police force
are full of stubborn pricks, right?

If only they excelled at their job.

Prime example of integration.
"Culturally assimilated". Almost.

What do you think?
Anything in particular I need to ask him?

You're the resident Afghanistan expert.

AMSTERDAM REGIONAL UNIT

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

So I see you overslept.

-You want us to interrogate him?
-No, no, this one's mine.

-Where's Shannon?
-Haven't seen her.

No kids.

[man] Mardik…

-Someone's here to see you.
-Who?

The AIVD interview. Interrogation room 1.
She's on the way.

REAR EXIT

[phone vibrating]

1 NEW MESSAGE

WE'RE HERE

-[Mardik] Oh!
-[laugh]

Mardik.

-Uh.
-Joelle Walters, AIVD.

Have a seat.

You're aware we're conducting the security
screenings for the national police?

You guys determine whether
someone is at risk of corruption, right?

If someone's in debt,
if they're cheating or being cheated on…

Those are all the questions that are
very hard for some people to answer.

-No, no and no.
-[Joelle laughs]

Great, then we're done.
But we'll have to start at the beginning.

It's protocol.

So, this says you grew up in Afghanistan.

How old were you when you came here?

Mm… six or seven.

-And what do you remember?
-Not much.

There's not much left of my past.

You grew up in the Netherlands,
went to school here and you are married?

I see that you picked out a Dutch woman.

Picked out? I fell in love
with a Dutch woman, correct.

I'm sorry, why are you writing there?

Am I supposed to have gotten married
to a woman from Afghanistan or something?

No.

Statistically, it's much more common
to choose a partner from one's own region.

[Mardik sighing]

-I grew up in the Netherlands.
-Mm-hm.

If I could have chosen anyone from
anywhere, it would have been Michelle.

-And how did you two meet?
-Ah, how did we meet?

In the club. She was dancing alone.

I made the best decision of my life and
I pretended that I could actually dance.

Fortunately it worked.

So, you're married now,
with a daughter, a steady job.

Do you feel Dutch or Afghan?

If you're asking where my loyalty lies…

Here.

I'm asking you because
you travelled to Afghanistan recently.

Without your wife and kid.

Why?

Going back to your roots?

Who did you meet there?

-You want a list?
-Yes.

Listen.

Your colleagues tell us
you're an excellent detective.

But I see here over the past two years,
there have been a lot of write-ups.

Arguments.

Reprimands.

Violent incidents.

And then you flew all alone
to Afghanistan.

But your loyalties are still here,
aren't they?

Should I be worried?

-What's wrong?
-Nothing.

[Joelle] Mm…

-Did you meet with anyone?
-What do you mean?

From your childhood, your village.
Serkey, right?

You want to know why I would return?

Like I said, I was six or seven
years old when we came.

Maybe you have some fake memories
of being six years old?

That wasn't what I asked.

My question was:
"Did you meet with anyone?"

Now.

Here.

This man, for example.

Why him?

Because we know you know him.

What can you tell us about him?

I've known him a while.

He works at the sports club.
My daughter plays there.

He's about the friendliest man I know.

This man does his best to keep
the neighborhood kids on the right track.

So, why is this man so interesting?

Are you going to answer me?
Or is this really a one-way street?

-I'll continue with my checklist.
-Oh, yeah, of course. Standard procedure.

-Any more questions?
-Yeah, there are.

You'll find your answers there.

[door slamming]

[woman] Will you give me a good price?

Yeah?

Hey, where did the little marrowbones go?

We're out, but I do have a special on some
beef treats knuckle for this pit bull.

-I'll take one of those.
-There you go.

-Thank you. I'll use my card.
-[car engine revving]

Lay off the pedal, honey.

-Kenza will ring this up for you.
-[woman] Thank you.

-Honey, could you ring this customer up?
-Sure thing. Hey.

[car engine continues revving]

Jolanda, hold up now.

Remember what I said, foot off the gas.
And now calmly.

Ease it in.

Then you release the clutch.

-You feel 'em?
-[Jolanda laughing]

Thank you, Willem.
I'll remember that for tomorrow.

[suspenseful music]

There.

How did it go? Can you still work?

-It was fine.
-Apparently, higher risk cases go first.

-Here.
-Oh, thanks.

[cleaning throat]

She also came to me.
She asked me all about you.

How long I had known you.
What I thought of you.

Routine questions, she said.

Bullshit. They're obviously not routine.
Why the hell would they ask them?

No idea.

-She asked what you thought?
-Yeah. Crazy, right?

She asked what I thought of you too.
I told her that you aren't my type.

I'm everyone's type.

[laugh]

-[man] Good afternoon.
-[Shannon] Morning.

That guy's lawyer is here.

You coming? Let's go.

[suspenseful music]

[Mardik] Do you know
what terrorism is, Rudy?

Uhm…

Killing people? Carrying out an attack?

Uh, I don't see how this little
prank has anything to do with terrorism.

Terrorists carry out their attacks
or merely threaten to do so

just to spread fear
and destabilize society.

To bring about social change,

to provoke panic among the population
or try to influence political decisions.

And that is the definition of terrorism.

And that is precisely what you did, Rudy.

Everyone who takes the train tomorrow will
think about what they saw on the news.

Your fake bomb.

With police around it.

A closed train station.

And a growing distrust.

Cause that's how people
see each other these days.

[Mardik] No one trusts each other
anymore, Rudy.

Anyone can be a terrorist.

Someone from the Middle East.

A redheaded guy from Ireland.

Or some blonde dickhead from Amsterdam.

A spoiled fucking child playing
a shit prank.

Have you had contact with the prosecutor?

Is your client prepared to pay
for the damage?

Of course.

-Is it a lot?
-[Shannon laughs]

Get him out of here.

Do you know what happens now?

His rich daddy will pay up and
he'll think he can get away with anything.

Well, I guess he's right.
He just walked out.

Excuse me? Can I help you?

Just waiting for you, Michelle.

Joelle Walters, AIVD.

Can I see some ID?

Would you recognize a fake one?

Have a seat.

[suspenseful music]

[phone vibrating]

[woman] The number you are trying
to reach is not answering at this time.

[Michelle typing]

A JOELLE FROM AIVD IS HERE

[background noise from TV]

-You know how to cook?
-Pasta Bolognese.

-[man] We have to talk about Amir.
-What for?

He's a risk.

-There's a first time for everyone.
-First time?

What did I tell you about first-timers?

-Don't worry.
-I don't pay for amateurs.

He doesn't have any confidence.

He has an AK.

Who guarantees he'll pull the trigger?
You?

If he fucks up, I'll take him out.
Is that guarantee enough?

Huh?

[door opening and closing]

Hey! Are you just going to stand there
or bring us something to eat?

[Amir] Sorry.

Here, that's for you.

-[Michelle] Here you go.
-[Joelle] Thank you.

It's all pretty routine.
Just a bunch of questions we have to ask.

-I heard about that, yeah.
-Oh, yeah?

Did Mardik tell you all about it?

I knew there would be
some sort of investigation.

For everyone, right?

For everyone. Yeah.

[Joelle] Uhm…

So, how did you guys meet?

-Are those the questions?
-Mm-hm.

It's just to give us
an idea about your background.

So, how did you guys meet?

Uhm, around.

Where around?

-That's not a complicated question.
-Through friends.

Which friends?

It's been over 15 years.

-Are they Dutch friends?
-Or?

-Afghans?
-Is there a difference?

Maybe. It really depends on who they are.

-Where are you going?
-They showed up at my house.

[TV playing in the background]

-So, where did Faysal go?
-He just went to the ATM.

-Cause we cost a lot.
-That's right.

That's disgusting.

Another drink?

Coffee is great, yeah.

[Michelle] Cops live on coffee.

We are not really cops.

-Sort of though, right?
-Not at all.

So, you two get along alright.

[Michelle] Mm-hm.

You don't mind
if I take a little look around, do you?

[suspenseful music]

What the fuck are you doing here?

It's a standard part of the security
screenings to speak with the partner.

My partner, my wife, Michelle,
isn't here, she's upstairs.

-I was just…
-Get the fuck out.

Out of my house.

Now!

Sure thing.

Will you visit me some time?

[door closing]

[Michelle] I feel so filthy right now.

All those questions…

What did she ask?

Well, about you. Me.
Our relationship. All of our friends.

Is this normal?

Cause if it is, I want you
to ditch those idiots.

I don't get
why you're so fucking calm about this.

[steps moving away,
door opening and slamming shut]

[man] Salaam.

Salaam.

Do we know each other?

It's been a while. I was very young.

But you don't really live
anywhere nearby, do you?

Do you have a minute?

How about we go inside?

What would you like to drink?

Faysal.

Faysal?

Little Faysal?

My goodness.

How have you been? That was
like another life. It's been so long.

[calming music]

[Faysal] Thank you.

-I looked for you.
-Yes, I know, Malik Fardin.

Yeah.

[crying]

-[gunfire]
-[screams]

Where are you living these days?

Brussels, Paris.

Sometimes Marseille.

South of France. Everywhere.

Are you doing okay? Do you have a job?

Sure, I do alright.

I'm so glad
that you paid me a visit, Faysal.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Thank you, Malik Fardin, but I have to go
now. I'm only in town for a few days.

Is there anyone
that you would like to see?

Anyone from the village, I mean. Mardik?

I can give him a call.
We can go get something to eat.

Mardik?

[eastern music playing]

[children speaking in Dari]

[man in Dari] Hey, go away!

No.

We've gone our separate ways.

[man in Dari] Get in.

[in Dari] Dad, stop!
We have to take Mardik with us!

Faysal.

[in English] Let's just say…

He doesn't need to know I'm around.

I don't need to see anyone.
Least of all Mardik.

I really only came so that I could see you
and say thank you.

It's such a pity that I couldn't find you.

If I had, then perhaps things
would have been different.

It's not your fault.

-It was good to see you again.
-I'm glad that you came, Faysal.

-Come and see me again.
-God willing.

Don't go, Faysal.
Let me talk to you some more.

-Or we can get some food together.
-Thank you, Malik Fardin.

But I'm here with a couple of friends
and we're leaving tomorrow.

[dramatic music]

[in Dari] What have they done?

[Malik Fardin crying]

Faysal?

Faysal?

[Joelle] My question was:
"Did you meet with anyone?"

This man, for example.

[Mardik] Why him?

[Joelle] What can you tell me about him?

[Mardik] He works at the sports club.
My daughter plays there.

He's about the friendliest man I know.

[Joelle]
Do you feel Dutch or Afghan?

[Mardik] If you're asking
where my loyalty lies…

Here.

[Joelle] I'm asking this because
you've travelled to Afghanistan recently.

Going back to your roots?

Did you meet with anyone?

[woman pleading in Dari]

-[Mardik] Do you want a list?
-[Joelle] Yeah.

-Listen, your colleagues…
-What did he say?

He didn't say a word.
Yeah. Literally not a word.

He didn't want to.

So he's a stubborn asshole.

Or he's hiding something. Your choice.

[suspenseful music]

[men speaking nearby]

[car engine starts]

[phone vibrating]

[Malik Fardin snoring]

[Mardik] Malik Fardin.

-Malik Fardin.
-Huh?

-Salaam.
-Salaam, Mardik.

-Everything alright?
-[Mardik laughs]

How's your lovely daughter?

-Did you teach Pip Dari yet?
-Uh, she's doing fine.

So is Michelle.

But I don't dare teach Pip to speak Dari.

-[Malik Fardin laughs]
-I'm just lucky if she listens to me.

You had something important?

Faysal was here.

Mm.

And how was he?

Thank God he was well.
He and some friends are in town.

He said that he's living in France now.

Paris, Marseille, Brussels.

I'm honestly worried, Mardik.

Why is he in town?

I have no idea.

Bonjour.

[woman choking]

There was something in his eyes…

His eyes.

Go get the key.

Let's go.

Maybe you should go
and try to talk to him.

As a childhood friend.
Find out why he's here.

And perhaps you could try and keep
your eye on him.

We were kids.
We're in two different worlds now.

I followed him to that address.

I can't help but think that maybe
we were meant to run into him.

Well, I'll give it some thought.

-Good to see you, Fardin.
-Good to see you, Mardik.

-Is something going on?
-What?

I don't know if we're right,
but we have some doubts.

Maybe you should go to the house.
For safety.

[screaming]

Sumatraplantsoen.
A bunch of people were hit by a vehicle.

[woman] 10.17, you cannot move into the
market. I repeat, don't enter the market.

A firearm?

[man] Heavy firearms.
Shooter possible on north-east side.

All traffic in this area
needs to be blocked.

Stay in the house, Mich.

Oh, shit.