All language subtitles for The Protectors - S02E15 - Lena

Maybe the capitalists'
disease, they are all obscene.

Mussolini yesterday, and
today, Mauro Carpiano.

Carpiano is one of many.

Is that quite accurate?

He's rich enough to be able
to afford the public image.

Wouldn't you say Carpiano is
the most powerful political

influence to emerge in the last decade?

It's one point of view.

To say any less would be naive.

And you're not naive.

So I can only surmise you're cautious.

Where Carpiano is concerned,
it is necessary to be cautious.

He has a mind in every shadow.

Carpiano's father, he
was highly respected?

He was a capitalist, but
a man of some integrity.

Unlike his son.

The death of the father was convenient.

Look, I despise Carpiano
and everything he stands for.

Yes, I've read your articles.

You've been exposing men like
Carpiano all over the world.

You can help me.

How?

One name, one piece of information.

Morleiter.

Morleiter is dead.

He's alive.

He committed suicide two months after
the crash. It was in all the papers.

He's alive, and I intend to find him.

Trust me.

Trust me.

Please.

Maybe I can help you, but it's difficult.

I know.

Hello, darling. Hello.

I don't know what you must think of me.

I completely forgot.

I do apologize,
particularly as I invited you.

Lena Hayden.

Harry Rue.

Thank you.

I think Harry will give
you. He's an admirer.

I like your work.

And?

And I think you're a tough journalist.

Thank you.

You latch on to something,
you don't let go. I like that.

Articulate as well.

Could I have a brandy?

Here.

I was more than that. It was
an intellectual subjection,

a deliberate distortion of values.

Poseidon? Yes? Telephone
call for you. Thank you.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yes?

Yes, of course.

When?

I'll come right away.

I'm glad you like her. I
thought she'd be your cup of tea.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

Maybe we could lunch tomorrow.

Perhaps we could go to
Torcello. Fine. That'd be lovely. Good.

Goodbye.

That's odd.

I've never seen her so on edge before.

Maria, what's happened? My brother has
regained consciousness. Oh, thank God.

But there is permanent spine damage.

I'm sorry. His first words were
for you. He's decided to help you,

and you'll be contacted tomorrow.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Sorry about that. They're
friends of my husband's.

I haven't seen them
for a long time. Hello.

Hello, dear. Hi.

They're not worth the price.

Oh, he was so persistent.

Shall we go?

Would you mind if we stopped on
the way? I have to see someone.

Of course not.

Looks deserted.

Right. Carlo?

Carlo?

Carlo?

All right, get her back to the boat.

All right, Lena, what's this all about?

They beat him up and
dumped his body into a barge.

It was then that I realized it was
true, everything I'd heard about Carpiano.

And that's when you
thought we might be useful?

Yes.

Antonio Carpiano died 1965.

Yeah, I recall he was an industrialist,

killed in an air crash
on his way to Geneva.

It was on the front page
of all the Italian papers.

He was murdered.

The cause of the crash was
officially a fuel tank explosion.

Do you have any reason
to suggest anything else?

Certainly no apparent reasons.

But... But what?

They knew nothing of his son
Morrow's political ambitions.

To get what he wanted, he needed money.

Lots of money.

His share of the inheritance was
estimated at well over 50 million. The sole heir?

The wife was dead. He was an only child.

Didn't anybody put two and two together?

Not really. Not until
now. Why should they?

Morlaite was Antonio Carpiano's secreto.

Probably his closest friend and confidant.

He knew all about the sun and his
dreams. Didn't Morlaite commit suicide?

A body was found in the
lagoon, badly decomposed.

His sister Elaine identified him,
but you think Morlite is still alive.

I know he is, and I'm
very close to finding him.

He's here somewhere.

He knows the truth about Carpiano?

Yes.

He's the only one that could expose him.

And I intend to write the truth that
Carpiano arranged his own father's death.

I don't believe it.

Un attimo.

It is the Contessa di Contini?

Yes.

Forgive my forwardness.

I knew your husband.

We fenced together in Rome.

A fine swordsman.

I am Mauro Capiano.

And this is Miss Hayden and Mr. Rule.

Miss Hayden I have met.

Mr. Rule?

I found your last article stimulating,
though somewhat misinformed in places.

Really?

Yes.

Maybe we should meet and talk
together at length at some future date.

Perhaps you would
consider an in-depth interview.

That might be fascinating.

Why don't you contact my
press secretary and arrange it?

Are you in Venice long?

Long enough.

I thought you were in Rome.

Yes.

Are you a journalist also, Mr. Roo?

No.

You are American.

A perplexing country, America.

Yeah.

So many voices.

So many factions.

That's right.

That's what makes it interesting.

Please excuse me. I
must be going. Of course.

Miss Hayden, this is the room.

Ruthie is conscious.

I beg your pardon?

A young student.

He had an accident.

I'm sorry to hear that.

All right, tell us all
you know about Morlater.

If we're going to find him,
we've got to know everything we can.

We think we've found Marlater's sister.

Did you know Gabriel was in Venice?

Yes, and you must hurry.

If he finds the old man first,
everything will have been for nothing.

We are looking for Elaine Morlater.

Uh, there's no one of
that name here. You are

not? No, no. Please,
please, we're closing.

Your brother's in danger.

My brother is dead.

Who are you?

We are here to help.

Carpiano's in Venice.

He knows my brother's alive?

Yes, sir. We're looking
for a guy named Paolo.

I've got a letter from his sister.

See, I will take you to him.

Had Carpiano already tried to silence you?

No.

Up until then, all he tried
to do was to buy my silence.

But I knew it was only a matter of time.

When you've met it once,
the next time is not so hard.

Are you all right?

Would you like to rest?

No, no, no, no.

It's a relief to tell
someone after so long.

So, you arranged the suicide?

I was in hiding, every day waking, not
knowing that was the day they'd find me.

And the body was found in the lagoon.

It was Helen's idea to claim it.

The age and build were the same. It
had been in the water for months,

and the deception
worked, at least until now.

Another boat with many,
many is coming. We need a car.

Over there.

Yeah, just turn the key.

He painted it.

All right, get a boat, any boat.
I'll meet you at the landing stage.

Yes.

All right.

Telephone?

Over there.

Right.

Gracias.

I get this going.

Avanti, avanti.

Andate.

My dear Morlata,
you're supposed to be dead.

You must forgive my associates.

They are sometimes
overenthusiastic. Please accept my apologies.

Does that mean we can go?

But of course.

I still intend to write the whole story.

Based on the ramblings of an
old man who faked his own death.

You're looking very
old, Paolo, and very pale.

Oh, your sister.

How is she?

That will be the police.

You did call them, Mr. Rule?

He'll explain how it was all an
unfortunate misunderstanding.

A top priority call to Rome and the
whole thing will never have happened.

You will shortly be leaving Venice.

I may not see you again. So, goodbye.

You better write that article in.

In the avenues and
alleyways Where the soul of

a man is easy to buy Everybody's wheelin',