All language subtitles for Mr. & Mrs. Smith - S01E13 - The Sins of the Father Episode

Okay, so tell me this again. We're not
breaking in here to steal the Star of India.

No, we're breaking in to replace it.

Of course.

The real thing.

And the fake.

How'd they get switched again? Well, it's
a rather lengthy story about our client,

an authenticator of precious gems,

and a beautiful South
American woman who picked

his pockets while his pants were down.

The main thing is, the
factory got the real gem back.

Now all we have to do is
switch them again. Yep.

I'm going down.

And don't forget that the floor
is rigged with motion detectors.

Tight.

So funny. I'm ticklish, if you must know.
Oh my God, another fascinating revelation.

So what else do I need to know
about you, anatomically speaking?

I have a mole.

Where?

Where you'll never find it.

Hey, I didn't hear what you
said. Is it worth repeating?

Not so fast! Slow down!

I'm gonna hit the...

I'm Mr. Smith, but
that's not my real name.

I'm Mrs. Smith, but that's
not my real name either.

You see, we're spies. But
when space is this name thing,

couldn't it get a little confusing?

People might think we're married.

That's okay.

Do you want to do that?

So what else do I need to know
about you, anatomically speaking?

I have a mole.

Well, isn't it nice when an
agent can have fun on an assignment?

Harmless banter.

Besides, I didn't tell him where it was.

Oh, how reassuringly top secret of you.

Where?

Where you'll never find it.

That's when I lost contact with
him. But get rid of that static.

Mr. Smith. Sorry, you have the wrong
number. Submerge your famous wit and listen.

How did you get on this line?

We have your son.

His son.

So he does have a son.

We're getting into an area that
is not your concern, Mrs. Smith.

Obviously, someone has taken his child.

That's why he left in the
middle of our assignment.

You're well aware of
the rules, Mrs. Smith.

Agents are forbidden to know about each
other's lives. It's for your own safety.

I understand the rules, sir.

Then you understand, Mrs.
Smith, why I bid you good night.

He's obviously in trouble. He may
need our help. Good night, Mrs. Smith.

Welcome aboard,
Monsignor. You're in two seats.

Yeah, I need a trace on this line.

9.45 to 10 p.m. this evening.

Thanks.

Talk to me. Only one car
came in during that time.

Geneva?

Monseigneur, your
driver radioed the plane.

Your car will be waiting outside customs.

Hope you have a pleasant stay in Geneva.

Welcome to Geneva, Mr. Smith.

I'm Hassan Vassal.

Where's my son?

Oh, you Americans.

Always so abrupt. We tend
to get a little brusque

when our children are
kidnapped. He's well.

Such violence.

I want to see him.

Don't you wonder how we found him in
the first place? Taking time to gloat.

The photograph of the three of you.

Someone sympathetic to
our cause found it in your

son's room at the
boarding school he attends.

You're either careless or too
sentimental to allow him to keep it.

You know why I'm burning those, Sean?

Remember I told you there were
some bad people looking for us?

They wanted to hurt us. We can't leave
anything behind. That'll help them find you.

Is that all the
pictures? Yeah? Okay, listen.

You're not going to be
able to tell anybody your

real name for a while
until Daddy says it's okay.

And you're going to have
to go away for a while.

Maybe to a nice boarding
school, make some new friends,

and nobody will come there to hurt you.

And Daddy's...

Daddy's gonna have to go away, too.

We're gonna get through this. Okay, son?

Do you know this man?

I never met him, but
yes, I know who he is.

Pertik Cernak.

In exchange for your son's
life, we want you to kill him.

The men you're to kill will be
attending a small gathering here tomorrow.

A preliminary peace conference.

The delegates arrive
precisely at 3 o'clock.

You'll stand at the top of the steps.

Hidden inside your camera will be a
revolver, triggered by the shutter release.

We'll raise the camera as if
to take his picture, and...

In the confusion that follows...

You will run to this side, jump
over the railings to a waiting car,

and be taken to your son.

Before we go any
further, I want to see Sean.

I want to know he's alright.

Well, I've done it.

Don't tell me I can't. I
have. I used my own money.

Mrs. Smith, I've never known you
quite this emotional. I am not emotional.

Well, I'm glad we've clarified that.

And now that you are calm,
rational, unemotional, please hear me out.

You are merely exacerbating the situation.

Running off like some lock
and var and a mission of mercy.

You have no idea what you're up
against. Believe me, it's formidable.

You're jeopardizing not only yourself and
Mr. Smith, but the entire factory as well.

Okay, okay. You want to
hear my take on this?

Well, it's your dime, as they say.

Okay. The way I see it, you are
bailing out on one of your best salespeople.

Well, he's my partner, and
I'm not leaving him in a lurch.

Mrs. Smith, are you still sane
enough to comprehend an order?

Sir?

Because I'm ordering you
to return immediately.

Oh, I can't hear you,
sir. You're breaking up.

Hello?

Hello?

Golly darn, I've lost him.

Papa? Hello, son.

What are you sorry about?

Keeping that picture, I
just, I just want one thing.

One thing that all three of us together.

Don't worry about it, okay?

We're gonna be a family again.

You remember when you
were four years old and

I told you I'd never let anybody hurt you?

Nothing's changed.

Thank you.

Don't get cute announcing your arrival.

Kill her.

Not anymore.

My car.

He's saying that apparently you parked
in a space that was reserved for him.

And I cost him a million francs
in the love of a good woman. Fine,

I'll handle the American way, okay?

Never mind, never mind, never mind.

There's no way we're
gonna catch him now anyway.

Did I foul up?

You spooked him, I don't know how badly.

I'm sorry, I was just trying to help.

I have to find a way to make it
impossible for them to harm my son.

Any suggestions on how we do that?

Yeah, with 15 pounds of
plastic and a four-door Fiat.

I beg your pardon?

Yeah, you know, and throw
in a pair of handcuffs, too.

Excuse me.

What kind of operation are you
running here? I requisition some material,

and all I get is double talk.

Sir.

What are you doing in Geneva?

I have come to corral my two rogue agents.

He needs our help.

I understand your concern.

It's more than that, sir.

Sit down, would you please?

You have feelings for
him, right, Mr. Smith?

Is it that obvious?

Well, not to the casual observer.

But then you have a great
talent for sheltering your emotions.

It's one of the things that
makes you such a wonderful spy.

But you've noticed.

I'm not such a bad spy myself.

Do you think he knows?

What I think is, now
is not the right time.

We're not out of the woods yet.

Mr. Smith needs to be brought in.

Why?

Why not just let him... Mr. Smith,

you're allowing your
personal feelings to cloud

your understanding of
a delicate situation.

Look, I'm as fond of Mr. Smith as you are.

That makes him dangerous.

Dangerous to who?

Supposing the situation was reverse.

Supposing it was your
son these people had.

What would you give to
save your child's life?

Everything I had.

He won't come in until
he knows his son is safe.

That's why I'm here. He needs
certain things to ensure that safety.

Get whatever you need.

But understand this.

The factory and the lives of my
operatives are my paramount concern.

I cannot afford to have two renegade
agents running around with their own agenda.

It's too risky.

I understand, sir.

Know that our loyalties
are still with the factory.

Good.

See that they are.

Oh, and Mr. Smith, please be careful.

Damn it.

Who is she?

Pain in the ass from the factory.

Why is she here?

Unfinished business, I assume. I kind
of left her hanging when you called.

And what do you suggest we do with her?

If she gets in your way, kill her.

Hey, Tchaikovsky.

Do you know Symphony No. 6 in B minor?

Come with me, Boris.

I think it goes something like this.

How's it going, big guy?

Okay, I guess.

It's gonna get better. Yeah?

Do you trust me? Yeah.

Because I want you to do something for me.

In a little while, I'm
going to say the word now.

When I say it, I want you to
stick your left arm straight out.

Just stick it straight out. Okay.

Yeah, boy.

This is my son, Sean.

He's playing hooky from boarding school.

I'm glad I just wanted to be here.

You'll be back hating it in no time.

Let's go.

I need to talk to you privately.

Just the three of us.

First of all, let's
get something straight.

While neither one of us isn't what you
might call a gentlemanly profession,

I want your word that once I
complete my mission, you'll release my son.

You have it?

Now!

Are you insane?

My men will blow your head off.

And the boys... Listen to me carefully.

There are 15 pounds of
plastic under the rear seat.

You even attempt to get out of the car,

the pressure switch sends a
signal to the radio detonator.

They'll be scraping you off
every mountaintop in Geneva.

You are insane. Just trying to give
you incentive to keep my son alive.

So that after I've done my part,
you don't decide he's expendable,

some nuisance you'd best get rid of.

You wouldn't risk your son's life.

Talk to me.

I have to be somewhere. I can't be late.

And the pressure
switch under the car seat?

It's not connected to anything.

I figured as much.

Don't you think Saddam Hussein out there
is going to come to the same conclusion?

No.

Because in his world...

Life is not so precious.

Winfield, excuse me.

Hey, neither of us is
leaving here until you tell

me exactly what world I've stumbled into.

I can go around you, or
I can go through you.

You're clever, I'll give you that.

But don't be so strong that
you'll break before you bend.

There might not be anybody around to
pick up the pieces, least of all Sean.

I was married once.

I was teaching a 13-week course in
archaeology at the American University in Athens.

My wife and a busload of students
were on a field trip to a dig I was at.

If I hadn't found that urn...

I'm haggled with the guy over the price.
I would have been there. Without warning,

they were taken hostage
by a group of terrorists.

I was late.

Five minutes late.

That made all the difference.

One of the students wanted to play
hero at the most cost of his life.

I have no reason to
believe that she's still alive.

But you do.

The terrorist I killed was
the son of Pertik Cernik.

And Pertik Cernik, about revenge.

Eye for an eye, son for a son.

These people want me
to assassinate Cernik.

Apparently he's deserted their cause.
He's gone over to the side of peace.

And you're gonna kill him?

I'd like to think of it as self-defense.

You see, with Cernic dead, Sean and
I can come out of the shadows. See,

we can lead a normal life.

No, no, no, it's not
self-defense. It's murder.

Let's compromise and call
it justifiable homicide.

Hey, kiddo.

Are you part of this insanity?

This whole thing is crazy,
starting with his kidnapping.

I just threw in my two cents.

Yes, Lizzie, bye.

Stop that woman!

How could you do this to me and with
her? Cernak might not even be in Geneva.

You and the Israeli ambassador are the
real targets. What are you talking about?

Don't play innocent with me.

They're setting up for the kill
across the street in the hotel top floor.

Can't you forgive and
forget? Forgive this.

One of them's dressed like a policeman.

You haven't heard the last of me!

Careful!

We don't know what will
set this off so gently.

I'm just trying to protect you.

Must move the party inside.

Then maybe we should crash it.

You're a man of great
resilience, Mr. Smith.

Yeah, I'm kind of like a cat that way.

A cat who's just used his last life.

I'm not so sure about that.

I must admit, I would have been a little
disappointed if you had died as planned.

You would have missed the whole show.

Come here.

Come, see what I'm watching.

Relax, put the gun down.

He won't hurt me.

Not as long as I have his son.

He looks quite comfortable, but
underneath his chair, you're plastic.

I just hated to see it go to waste.

Oh, also, you're a radio detonator.

So, you see, Mr. Smith,
you do have a choice.

You can kill me if you like, but
it will cost you your son's life,

because if my thumb slips...

Whatever you say.

Just let my son go.

Please.

You got me.

You don't need him.

It's not that simple.
Then tell me what you want.

How you doing?

Okay. My dad will never
let anything happen to me.

You know it. Now let's get
you out of this chair, okay?

I should have known.

How'd I look?

Is it true the camera adds 10 pounds?

That will be enough.

You know, I wanted to congratulate
you on your plan. It was ingenious.

Kidnapping Mr. Smith's
son and then forcing

him to kill the man
that was stalking them?

Only was a setup.

Pertik Cernak isn't
the target. He never...

Is someone going to tell
me what's going on here?

Go bring the car around.

We're just about ready.

Don't worry about them.

I've got plenty of insurance.

Your friend here killed
my son four years ago.

The bus in Greece.

My compliments to your plastic surgeon.

He made you look much
younger, very different.

He's the one you've been hiding from?

My wife?

My condolences.

Let me get this straight.

His wife's dead, but that's not enough?

You still want to kill his
son, the only thing he has left?

He owes me.

Owes?

How sick are you?

My son's life must be avenged.

Yeah?

Avenge that.

I think you're forgetting something.

I hold the boy's life in my hand.

Now back off!

If you're gonna use that thing, use
it. If not, get it out of my face.

Are you deaf?

I said use it or get it out of my face!

Very well.

Have it your way.

No!

This has nothing to do with
her. This is between you and me.

I think everyone's forgetting something.

I'm the one who brought the detonator
here in the first place. Consequently,

I know which frequency it runs on. The
detonator's useless. I jammed the signal.

Sean's waiting. I'll keep an eye on him.

Nobody said we'd get you untied.

I'll be right back.

Hey, what happened? They have guns.

I guess this battle
gets finished another day.

No, it gets finished today.

Give me the detonator.

It has to be stopped.

Sorry about your wife.

I think I knew it all along.

I can only imagine what
it's like a little bit.

My parents were killed,
but I was very young.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Your wife, the memory of
your wife is very strong.

I felt it in you.

How do you mean?

Remember when we first met?

When we were in the train in
Seattle, in the dining car?

Yeah.

And you asked me if I'd ever been in
love before, and I said, of course.

Yeah, I remember.

Well, I lied.

But I had the distinct feeling that
you had, you know, been in love before,

and now I know I was
right. Kind of explains a lot.

What do you mean?

Our relationship.

I felt so close to you sometimes,

and then I felt like there was
something standing between us.

The rules.

More than the rules.

I felt like you didn't
even like me sometimes,

like you weren't even attracted
to me, and I thought it was me.

Now I realize it was your wife.

Well, you know, that was a few years ago.

And even though
everything kept telling me that I

would never see her
again, I kept the hope alive.

But now I know, and now
it's time to get on with it.

And for yours.

For Sean's sake.

Although I can never be official,

I think it's safe to say that
Pertek Cernik no longer exists.

Which means that Sean
and I can stop hiding.

What do you propose to do
with your newfound freedom?

We haven't decided yet.

Whatever you decide.

It's been a great privilege.

It hasn't been too
shabby on my end either, sir.

Can you spare us for a while?

Well, I don't see why not.

What's your idea?

I think we've all learned a little R&R,

and we're practically around the corner
from your old Disney. What do you say?

You want to ride roller coasters and
eat cotton candy? Yeah, can we, Dad?

It's a great idea, Mrs. Smith.

Are you asking me to
play hooky for a while?

Well, we have been
working pretty hard, you know.

Well, I tell you, I used
to love playing hooky.