All language subtitles for The.Old.Man.S02E07.HDR.2160p.WEB.H265-OLDMAN

He's dead, Dad.

Who's dead?

My father.

- Em, you can't stay here.
- I have to stay.

Why would you have to?

Because the person who made their
money dry up is Morgan Bote.

Who is she talking to?

Hamzad's lawyer.

She offered to continue the
conversation over lunch next week.

- Listen, Em. Morgan Bote is dead.
- Get down!

We were not able to get him
to concede on first contact.

About an hour later,
he was assassinated.

You've got to get out
of there, sweetheart.

They're breaching
through the tunnels.

I don't think they're far off.

Shit. Shit. No, wait!

When I opened it, I thought
maybe he sent it by mistake.

The man was really old.

This is Suleyman Pavlovich.

And that is my ex-wife.

Hamzad's lawyer's gone from
very late to extremely late.

She's definitely not coming.

We're gonna need to go find her.

The guy I found in there, he's got
an antidote, but it's destroyed.

- She's been poisoned.
- What?

Something airborne in the
house. I have to assume I'm hot.

My only chance is
to let 'em take me.

I'm glad you're here.

I knew you'd come.

We're so close to the end.

We're so close to being even.

I'll see you soon.

Johnny Kohler,

Dan Chase...

Henry Dixon,

and on and on and on.

Some of you I have known.

None of you belong here.

And all of you

must now end.

You know this.

So why did you come?

No place else to go.

Your poison,

your antidote.

What made you think I'd want
you to have an antidote?

Well, you know me.

Enough to know I wouldn't
come just to save myself.

I've got something to say.

All right then.

The nerve agent is slow-acting.

Though, I imagine it may already
be altering your brain function.

A few hours more, it
will become disabling.

By sunrise tomorrow,
it will be fatal.

But there is an antidote.

Here it is.

You may have it if whatever you
have to say means enough to me

to outweigh the
danger you represent.

The rare earths cartel, it
seems, are concerned, uh,

I may have allowed an
American spy into my business.

They told me

to be included in the cartel,

I must eliminate the concern.

They said I must eliminate you.

Both of you.

Henry and Marcia Dixon.

I never liked those names.

- In a few hours...
- I don't think Mom did either.

I'm to meet with the
principals to explain myself.

They always sounded like
someone else's names.

I would like to be able to say
Dixons are no longer an issue.

So I have you and a plan
to secure her imminently.

That's just the problem.

By the time you get her,

it's gonna be too late.

Who is she?

This woman who is not Belour,
masquerading as your wife.

This woman who was Morgan Bote's sole
confidant in the final weeks of his life,

who seems to be one of the only Americans
in the world to know about the cartel.

Who she is doesn't matter.

What she can do is
what matters right now.

She's in a position

to ruin you.

Or maybe she's in a position
to solve all your problems.

He has every reason to mistrust
you, and it doesn't matter.

Is that so?

You have him.

And he'll free your hands,

and let down his guard,

and you'll kill him.

And you'll have lost everything.

And I'll know that you loved me.

Excuse me.

I need to speak to
whoever is in charge here.

Can I help you with something?

I need to be taken into custody.

Have you done something?

I've witnessed a murder.

Th-The men who did it
may not be far behind me.

I need your protection.

- Where did you come from?
- Not far from here.

It just happened.

The victim's name
is Nina Kruger.

All right. Let me call the
senior constable on duty.

He can take a statement...

I need to speak to someone from
the Central Intelligence Agency.

Ma'am, let me summon
the senior constable...

Call the US embassy,

ask for the chief of station,
not the duty officer.

Tell them I won't
speak to anybody else.

I don't imagine this is the
purview of the CIA, ma'am.

Yes, it is.

Why do we imagine that might be?

Because the men who killed
Kruger also killed Morgan Bote.

I don't know who that is.

The chief of station will.

Tell him that I am an
eyewitness to both murders.

And tell him to hurry.

What's your name?

My name is Marcia Dixon.

No, no, no, put
that back please.

You haven't eaten dinner yet.

Your mother said no.

But you knew she'd say no,
so why did you ask her?

If she sees me pay for
it, then I'm in trouble.

Next time you want something

ask someone who wants
to give it to you first.

Okay?

Sweetie, you should go ahead.

A meeting I wasn't
expecting just popped up.

Bye-bye.

- Bye-bye, mama.
- Bye.

Bye.

Hello, Marion.

I was wondering how long it
would take you to spot me.

Spotted you almost an hour ago.

You that clumsy on purpose
so that I'd see you?

Or did you just get
old quicker than I did?

Well, maybe a bit of both.

He's fine.

But don't go far.

- I need to talk to you.
- Well, isn't that what we're doing?

What I have to talk to you about,
I don't think you wanna do here.

And time is a factor.

So, please.

Follow me.

A car from the
embassy just arrived.

Something is happening here.

I don't know.

Stand by until you
hear from me again.

Mrs. Dixon?

Hi.

I'm Pete. Nice to meet you.

Are you the chief of station
at the US Embassy, Pete?

No, but I'm the guy you want.

I promise.

What-What guy is that?

The guy who heard a woman
whisper from a hundred miles away

"I know the name of Morgan
Bote's killer" and came running.

Coffee?

Before I say anything, I
would like some assurances.

Assurances?

What kind of assurances
would you like?

Immunity.

Immunity? For who?

For me.

For what?

For anything

that I may have done in
learning what I now know.

Anything I may have done in
becoming the person I now am.

Who were you before?

No one that matters to you.

I want everything that comes next to
be disconnected from what came before.

I have my own reasons.

Can you do that?

Did you know him?

Morgan Bote.

Yes, I did.

So you can imagine how news of
his murder hit the community.

A lot of very dangerous
people are awake

all over the world,
listening close for a name.

You say it to me,

I recede back into the dark.

And all those monsters come
looking for their revenge.

And they won't stop
till they get it.

Do you understand what
I'm saying, Marcia?

I think I do, Pete.

There are two kinds of
people who witness a murder.

The innocent kind
and the other kind.

All these monsters
I'm talking about,

they may get curious
about which kind you are.

Immunity from prosecution is
a matter of a few phone calls.

But from people like me,
there's no such thing.

I guess what I'm saying is,

whatever it is you think
you're gonna gain from this,

whoever it is that you think you're
doing this for, you better be sure.

Because there's no going back.

Yeah.

That thought has occurred to me.

Make whatever calls
you need to, please.

And then I will
tell you everything.

She says your name,
that's the end.

You'll sleep with one eye open
for the rest of your life.

Which won't be long.

Or?

Or...

she says a different name,

one that solves
all your problems.

What name?

Mine.

She'll tell a story...

that an estranged
former protégé of Bote's

came back from the dead because
someone took his daughter away.

Baba Ghor Ghori.

This monster of Bote's making.

And he came looking for revenge against
any man who had anything to do with it.

He got Bote.

He got Faraz Hamzad.

He came looking for
you, and you got him.

Why would she do this?

Because in exchange,
I get the antidote,

a bag of cash and she
and I both go free.

Is that all?

No, that is not all, is it?

The men who took her away,
they told her a secret.

That she was not
his daughter at all.

- What does this mean?
- What are you doing?

She was there...

with Faraz Hamzad, when
your men came in shooting.

What does this mean, she was
not your daughter at all?

Belour's daughter.

She was Faraz Hamzad's daughter?

She was looking for answers...

about where she came from.

Who she was.

Answers to questions I told
her she was not allowed to ask.

She was finding them,
and you killed her.

- What are you doing?
- Why are you telling me this?

I want the body.

I wanna say goodbye to her.

To put her to rest
someplace she belongs.

- Why would you tell me this?
- What is that supposed to mean?

- That I'm responsible for such a thing...
- A place where I belong?

And then ask me to believe you
harbor no anger towards me?

You had him! What the
fuck is wrong with you?

No anger?

All there is in me is anger.

You wanna play the
game against me,

and all that prevents me
from snapping your neck

is a lie good enough
to get my hands free.

Any other day, you play that game
with me, you'd never see it coming.

But not today.

No.

No, not today.

Why?

I made a promise...

to make it out of here alive.

I have to.

I wanna keep it.

Cowards want, Dad.

Men owe.

Isn't that what you told me?

I kill you,

your men kill me,

I've broken the promise.

A promise made to whom?

You made promises to me.

To my wife.

Your wife is dead.

- You made promises to Mom.
- Marcia Dixon.

I thought she was someone
who did not matter.

She matters to me.

You would call yourself the
murderer of your mentor,

you would forgo vengeance against the man
you believe murdered your own child...

for life with this woman?

I would.

Get me a phone.

I'll tell her to do what I offered,
so long as you do what I asked.

You told me there was nothing
that you wouldn't give up for me.

I'm sorry.

You fucking coward.

You fucking coward.

I'm sorry.

Call your wife.

There you are.

I was deputized to find you.

You found me.

Okay if I sit?

It's your bench.

Suppose it is.

Listen, Zoe,

the moment I start trying to
talk you into marrying my son,

I feel like we've crossed
some kind of a line

you probably want to keep a good
distance from, so I'm not gonna...

I'm gonna marry your son.

I just...

I don't know. I just
needed a minute.

I prepared a whole thing though.

What if I'm not made for this?

You're worried you
don't love him enough?

Don't ask me that. That
isn't fair. I just...

I'm not even sure I know
what that word means.

Of course you don't.

It doesn't mean anything.

It is a fiction
without substance,

used to sell greeting cards
and facilitate musical theater

and to mitigate the terror

of making yourself vulnerable
before another human being.

Life is hard.

Comfort has value,
trust has value.

If you are waiting for some
kind of magical light to turn on

before you let yourself
commit to a partner...

you could be waiting for a very,

very, very long time.

Hello?

I'm here. Did
you find the guy?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's just outside.

You okay?

I'm here.

Uh, yeah, I...

I have the guy making phone
calls to buy time, like you said.

Li-Listen.

I think we have a deal here.

Okay.

When the guy gets back, you
know what to say, right?

I do.

And this thing I'm gonna say to him,
you know what that means, right?

I do.

This guy, he threatened me with
a... with a lifetime of trouble.

He had no idea that I came in here
knowing that was the price to pay,

being more than ready to pay it.

Hold on, Zoe.

The deal is off.

Someone has moved against me.

I have not the time to determine
whether you are part of it.

So I will assume it and
proceed accordingly.

Let's go.

He is all yours.

You don't know me...

but I have always known you.

From the moment I began.

Did you give the order?

Yes, we'll eliminate
the Dixon woman

but there will be severe
collateral damage.

We've lost touch with
the Meshbahar facility.

I was asked to appear before the
cartel principals to explain.

Today collateral damage
is not a concern.

A long time ago,

Captain Pavlovich's entire unit was
massacred in a place called Meshbahar.

When he came home, he went to the
families of the murdered men...

and he told them that he
would see to their needs.

And to the futures of their
now fatherless children.

I was just a boy when I was
first told about an American

who had murdered my father.

Gutted him like an animal

from his belly...

all the way to his throat.

I'm so glad that you are here.

That isn't terribly flattering.

My issue isn't with
your appearance.

- I meant him.
- This isn't a fucking joke.

This is serious.

- Why are you here, Harold?
- I know about the cartel, Marion.

I know about the
Meshbahar Deposit.

I know that you are involved with all
of it, somehow, and I need some answers.

What kind of answers
are you in need of?

I believe Suleyman Pavlovich
just sent mercs into Afghanistan

and slaughtered a village
full of women and children.

What is the nature of your
relationship with him?

This cartel was conceived
to terrorize the US economy.

What's your
relationship with it?

That's not why you're here.

For fuck's sake.

Please, tell me why I'm here.

I'm very sorry about what
happened to Morgan Bote.

I know he meant a
great deal to you.

I think you're here because you
believe you owe it to him to be here.

Are you saying what I
think you're saying?

I'm trying to offer you my condolences.
What do you think I'm saying?

I know that Pavlovich
had a hand in that hit.

What is the nature of your
relationship to all this?

I didn't have anything to do with
killing Bote, and you know it.

- How do I know that?
- Because I am telling you.

That's why.

We had our differences.

I thought his worldview misguided,
his tactics shortsighted, and his...

his values twisted.

And for what it's worth, I never
thought he was particularly nice to you.

And if I had decided to eliminate
him for any of those reasons,

decency would demand
that I tell you so.

But I didn't.

And you don't owe him this.

Finishing his projects for him?

It won't bring him back, and it won't
change the way he felt about you either.

Thirty years ago, I'd have fallen
for that hook, line and sinker,

and let you charge up the hill and take
the high ground without firing a shot.

A few days ago, I would've
played dumb for a while

and waited for you
to make a mistake.

But, honestly,
I'm fucking tired.

My friends are in trouble.

The world is hanging by a thread, and I
don't have time for this shit right now.

Are we gonna talk, or do you
wanna keep fucking around?

You want to talk?

Talk.

Partnership, that has value.

Provides things. It
could teach you things.

There's all sorts of things
this family can teach you.

What kind of things?

Let's get you married first. There'll
be plenty of time for all that.

Zoe?

Yeah?

Harold Harper sent me to
make sure you're okay.

Seems like you're okay.

Yeah.

Great.

Now, the next part
is gonna happen fast.

Harold tells me you're
fully up to speed.

Are you coming?

I just told you.

I don't have a relationship
with Suleyman Pavlovich...

- Then what is happening in this picture?
- Anymore.

- Why? What happened?
- Because... He doesn't need me.

That's why.

He has control of the
Meshbahar Deposit.

- You were helping him...
- Helping?

I brought him into it.

He seemed to fit as a partner
for muscle and infrastructure.

But Faraz Hamzad would not
entertain any of our offers.

It seemed preordained that the
Meshbahar Deposit would be developed

with American partners
for American interests.

And I didn't understand
why until you called me

and said, "Help me
rescue Angela Adams."

And it all became
painfully clear.

He needed the Americans
to find his daughter.

Ah.

So, you figured maybe
Johnny and I weaken Hamzad.

Scare him.

Then he reconsiders his position
and decides to partner with Beijing?

You say that like it
would've been a bad plan.

I know it's been a long time since
you decided to side with these people,

but I'm still trying to
get my head around it.

I was born here. I know
the flag may have changed.

A hell of a lot more than the
flag has changed in Hong Kong.

- I'm sure you know that.
- This is my home.

I have roots here, and that matters
to me more than the rest of it.

I know what Chinese intelligence
would demand of a former British spook

before they would trust her.

This place was paid for with the lives
of British spies whose covers you burned.

The more you rationalize, the
more I know you're holding back.

Answer the goddamn question.

What is your role
in all of this?

I wanted to weaken Hamzad, but I
didn't only want to weaken Hamzad.

Well, what else did you want?

I told you what I wanted.

You told me? When
did you tell me?

When you called me from Afghanistan,
what did I tell you I wanted?

You told me you wanted
dinner. Stop bullshitting me.

I wanted dinner, but I didn't
only want dinner with you.

What does that mean?

Pavlovich was a good partner,
for muscle and infrastructure.

But to exploit the Meshbahar
Deposit for years, decades,

and to keep it stable,

you need another
kind of partner.

You need a person connected
to the people there.

You need a Hamzad.

I was helping you
rescue Parwana Hamzad,

because I wanted you to
introduce me to Parwana Hamzad.

What?

A woman with American
ties. Panjshir tribal ties.

Counterintelligence training from
one of the very best in the world.

And how many languages
does she speak?

Is it really so hard to
imagine how valuable a partner

somebody like that
could've been?

You thought I would help you
cultivate Angela as a Chinese asset?

Harold, the government that you
devoted your life to turned on you.

Called you a monster.

It's so unthinkable you might
be open to some new ideas?

No one in the
history of the world

has ever been more grateful for
a divorce than I am right now.

Now who's deflecting?

Angela was my daughter in
every way that matters.

I don't know what the fuck
you are at this point,

but I wouldn't have let you
within 1,000 miles of her.

Yes?

Hello?

Hello?

Do you know why I'm calling you?

Did you miss me?

What was that?

That was Suleyman Pavlovich.

I thought you said you didn't
have a relationship with him

- anymore.
- I don't.

So I'm forced to wonder how terrified
he must be to have made that call,

and what's he so terrified of.

It will end like I
always hoped it would.

That I will look into your face as
you experience what he experienced.

My father's name
was Leonid Fedotov.

I barely knew him except for
as a ghost in my nightmares,

pleading with me to
get to this moment.

To slay the monster who
took him from his family.

There is no problem
at Meshbahar.

Yet we are all hearing
reports to the contrary...

The details vary, but there was
intense fighting at the site.

Are you saying all these
reports are in error?

As I said, there is no
problem at Meshbahar.

A local militia with no warning
and superior firepower...

These reports too are untrue?

Skirmishes with local
bandits are not uncommon...

my men are trained
for exactly this.

I assure you...

the situation will be
stabilized quickly...

if not already.

Sir, I have credible
intelligence

suggesting that you have lost
control of the facility entirely.

If this is true, whomever
has taken it from you

can cause all manner of disruption
and damage to this body.

Do you have any idea
who's behind this attack?