01x06 - Far From Home

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Tired of these conversations...

I'll wait for you here, with Pierre.

All right darling, we'll be
there in a couple of minutes.

Take your time, don't be jealous.

Pierre... you must be terribly
bored with all this... paperwork.

I'll be entrusted with
a real case, very soon.

- Oh.
- Mr. Horowitz promised me that.

Great... great.

- Gasps.
- Madam?

Madam? Madam, what's wrong?

Madam?

It's blood pressure.

Sometimes it gives me
troubles. Coffee helps.

I'll make some, sit down please.

Merci Pierre. Merci beaucoup.

Excuse me. Sorry. Let
me help you. Here you go.

So sorry. Excuse me.

- Your coffee.
- Oh, merci Pierre.

- Better?
- Much better.

So, Monsieur Horowitz.

My wife and I...

hope that you will not let us down.

Tell him recommendations from Count
Costello and Mata Hari can be trusted.

Well, the Count and his charming friend,
have been our clients for many years.

Unfortunately, their problems
hasn't been resolved yet.

But...

If you can't resolve
it... then no one can.

This is what the Count believes.
Good day Monsieur Horowitz.

- Good day.
- Good day.

Did you get it?

It's one of Costello's
letters to the Pinkertons.

And a couple of checks that he
signed. He's paying them to stall.

If Margaretha finds out
he'll be in big, big trouble.

So... is he ours now?

We'll see. We have
to be very careful, but...

he mentioned some
village in Vittel, in the letter.

I believe the MacLeods are there.

Interesting.

What's Costello up to?

Trying to foul betrayals.

He's sending fake
Cortes' across all borders

We've intercepted
one of these yesterday.

- We're managing just fine, as of now.
- What do you mean "as of now"?

Well, if you tempt the future

too much we might miss someone.

He'll never risk the real Cortes.

We'll find Miss Heaton soon,

but until then, no one
remotely resembling

Cortes can cross
the French border.

We will drive Costello crazy, that
will lead him to make a mistake.

Good.

- Wonderful.
- Thank you, thank you.

One more game... so me and
Gabriel will have our revenge.

- What do you say Elizabeth?
- Of course, let's play one more.

But I'm not about to lose.

Have you been nervous recently, Count?

What makes you say that? Oh,
that's never happened to me before.

Is there anything I can help you with?

Everything is under
control, I can assure you.

Take care of your wound.

What's the matter Count,
seriously, it's impossible.

Giggles.

So the women win, yet again.

Is something wrong
with you? Sweetheart?

Hmm? No.

Nothing at all darling,
except, my bad luck cards.

You've lost. Now you
have to grant us a wish.

I don't think you want to accept
giving away... national secrets.

Oh, I'm just a woman. Why would
I want to know national secrets.

So, what should we make them do?

Well, I could show you a card trick.

- Oh Gabriel, for God's sake.
- No, no. It's wonderful.

I've never seen it before.
Please do Monsieur Astruc.

So, do you need it?

Yes, actually I do.

- Ok, so pick a card, any card.
- Ok, this one.

Memorize it and put it back in the deck.

Choose a card, any card.

Torres is d*sfigured now.

Torres is who?

The Paglia from Catalonia.

They shaved his face
outside in the cold.

The hell with him.
What's with the others?

One is wounded, the other one is safe.
People in Marseille weren't as lucky.

One was k*lled and
one got wounded badly.

What's with Saez?

He was supposed to try
boarding a steamboat in Havre.

I've just received a telephone call.

He's dead... fell of the train,
or jumped off or got thrown off.

Dammit.

These pigs, they've
blocked all the way out.

Who? Why?

Can you explain to me what's going on?

Some stupid rumour has it that
France is flooded with German spies...

Are we hiding someone?

I've tried to get my
daughter back... legally.

Found a judge I thought was fair, but
my ex-husband's brother was a general

and helped him to take my daughter away
from me. That's when I lost all faith.

In the laws of man and God

I sold myself, body
and soul, to get her back

but just as I was about to
reclaim her, she vanished.

Costello's men are
searching... but Rudolph

must have taken
her to the colonies.

If they were in Europe, they
would have found them by now.

What a terrible story.

This one is still
closed, shall I open it?

If you want to.

They send a report every week
and it's always the same letter.

"Not found... trace is lost,
however hope remains.

We shall accelerate our efforts."

Something like that, right?

In general, yes.

I want my daughter back.

And I want to punish
Rudolph for taking her away.

Vengeance planning must be exhausting.

You need some rest.

Rest for myself?

Let's go to Vittel.

Mountains, woods... wonderful air.

We'll walk, drink water...

just enjoy nature.

Maybe.

Thank you.

Can I get you something to drink?

How many times do you
have to drink this water?

Six... three times.

Before a meal and three after.

It's terrible. I would
never settle for that.

Well at least, this place is quiet.

I'm finally having a good rest.

Great. But we should have
some fun too. Let's go riding.

I talked to the landlord,
he'll lend us horses.

Oh, this is an amazing
idea. I haven't ridden in years.

Great, we'll go to the mountains, there
is a small village near the convent.

I heard the view is spectacular

and the food is simple and delicious.

- And you will not go with us.
- Don't worry.

Sounds perfect.

- What about Costello?
- We're watching him.

But he is too careful and
never goes to Cortes himself.

Though you can't keep
an eye on all of his people.

Elsa, we should decide
about her as soon as possible.

It's not that simple. She shouldn't
find out before the time is right.

And stop talking about money!

- Enough!
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry my darling.

Unfortunately, I have to go
now. My train leaves in an hour.

- Good bye.
- Good bye, good bye.

- Did something happen?
- No, no. It's ok, it's the same story.

If you need anything I would be
glad to help, I would be glad to.

Thank you, thank you Greta.

What a lovely place.

I'm so hungry.

Excuse me, do you
have any place to eat here?

- There's a house upstairs.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Are you getting enough exercise?

Hello Sir. We're looking
for a place... to have dinner.

At my tavern, madam.

My name is Walter.

This way please.

Rudy prepare the table
for these two ladies, please.

Aw, what a beautiful view
Margaretha. Look at this.

Rudy?

Rudolph?

I can't believe it.

Where's my... where's my baby?

What did you do to my daughter?

Answer me!

- You son of a b*tch!
- You destroyed my life!

- Hey lady!
- Don't! Let her.

Son of a b*tch!

What are you doing? Stop it!

This, this is your mother Non.

Oh, my baby... I've missed you so much.

I can't believe all this.
Doesn't make any sense.

You've found your
daughter, that is what matters.

You have to eat something.

So your married to Rudolph, then?

Yes, it's true. Otherwise we
couldn't live in the convent.

- I guess you're working here too?
- It's my job.

I'm going to take care of my daughter
from now on. Do you understand?

- Let me help you mother.
- Please.

- How long have you been here?
- Quite a few years.

After you came to my uncle's
house that day with the Count.

I received this letter... with
instructions and money... and we left.

A letter from who?

I still don't know.

I don't recognize the handwriting.

After we settled here I... was
very angry and I started... drinking.

And they put a stop to that
right away, and made me work.

And I did and I became
happy... and I like it here.

And Non likes it here.

Did she have any choice?

You're right.

She can go with you... if she wants to.

Margaretha, I'm sorry.

All right.

Non please... my love,
come to see mummy.

Please.

Would you like to come to Paris
with me? Huh? I have a lot of money.

I can give you a good education.
And everything you need, and you want.

And where really did you get
all of this? From your lovers?

I don't want a loose woman's money.

Why are you saying this?

- What, what did you tell her?
- Mother Superior reads the papers.

She knows I'm your daughter.

And she says I need to pray
for your soul, and for mine.

Because I've been
dirty since I was born.

I'm so sorry my baby.
Come with me. I can help you.

I won't go anywhere with you.

Jesus, our saviour, says
it's better to die without sin,

than to live in sin and
be cast down to hell.

Non, that's your mother. You
cannot talk to your mother like that.

God would not approve.

- Non?
- No!

I'll talk to her.

You're not taking
care of yourself, Elsa.

I will get better soon. Too
much travelling, that's all.

Why don't you tell her
everything you know?

I want her to be desperate.

Now all she wants, is
to get her daughter back.

When she realizes it's too
late... she will want revenge.

Isn't too complicated?
She's just a dancer after all.

Oh but she's not that
simple at all, trust me.

It's better to take things slowly.

Our agents in America reported

that Spain now has copies
of portraits of the navy officers.

We believe those portraits
were made by Cortes.

Damned Cuban.

A lot will now depend on you, Elsa.

If they find those
people and the witness.

Why do the nun gets
to say when I can see...

I'm afraid it's been that
way all along with me.

Now, Non is used to spending most of
her time there, and she really likes it.

I stayed here for her and she
won't even talk to me. She's changed.

- You have too.
- You've grown a lot older.

And I hope a little wiser.

I'm sorry for all the
pain I've caused you.

I know the drink
had a lot to do with it.

- I'm nervous.
- You should be.

What do you want madam?

I want to speak to my
daughter about her future.

And how do you see her future?

She'll get a good education.
Appropriate for a young woman.

She'll get married.

And who will walk her
down the aisle? You?

Or one of your benefactors?

The papers lie. I'm an actress.

All the rumours are
invented to sell papers

and keep the public
interested in me...

Enough!

- Non.
- I have nothing to say to her.

What could darkness and light have in
common. That is what our saviour says.

How much money do you
get? To keep my daughter here?

- It doesn't matter.
- I'll give you twice as much.

Twice! Think about it!

Please, think about it. My
money is not dirtier than theirs.

I can't believe you were
married to such a woman.

I can hardly believe it
myself. The things I used to do.

Such a woman makes us
do bad things, I suppose.

That's why they say that a
woman is a vessel filled with sin.

Maybe. But it is you who decides

whether to drink from the
vessel. That's what I believe.

Costello's papers.

I don't need them. She's
not my daughter anymore.

As much as it hurts to admit.

I've never stopped
thinking about her... never.

But I had to learn to live without her.

Guess now it's time for me
to learn to live without hope.

Greta?

Greta my dear.

I received the letter you sent
from the village, it's terrible.

No, it's not.

Yesterday, I suddenly
realized... that all this time...

I hadn't been fighting for Non.

And all I wanted was to...
to get the better of Rudolph.

And to prove to him... that I'm a woman
just as smart as he or any of the men.

You know what I mean... and
I think I've succeeded in that.

Yes, you did.

And as for Non...

if I had her with me... I wouldn't
have become the person I am now.

- Coffee?
- No. After La Roseanne.

I'm addicted to malt wine.

I'll have some too, I think.
Two glasses of malt wine please.

I want to find out who wrote
the letter and helped Rudolph escape.

It's unnecessary.

- You believe I shouldn't try...
- I know who wrote it.

It was the secretary of the
Spanish Embassy in Paris.

Macheda, you must know him.

I do.

But it seems to me that
I don't know you at all.

Have you found Rudolph...
and arranged for us to meet.

Not me.

My people.

Who are they?

And most importantly, who are you?

My name is Elizabeth Shragmuller.

I work for the Chief
of German Intelligence.

That's insane. Why... would German
Intelligence help someone like me?

Huh?

Answer my question.

Sit down Greta.

We need Costello. He is the one
who asked Macheda to write that letter.

He was sending money
to the convent all this time.

And he paid Pinkerton too.

For their silence and their idleness.

- Can you prove it?
- I have all the documents in my room.

- I want to look at them.
- Sure.

And I want to know... what
the Kaiser wants from me.

We are looking for one man.

Costello has been
trying to find a way of

getting him to Spain for
a couple of months now.

We need you to find out
where Costello is hiding him.

So, what's going on with Pinkerton?

They have some concerns,
nothing for you to worry about.

An agent thinks one of his
men stole some documents.

And also... some copies of the letters,
may be among the missing papers.

Including letters about the McCleod's.

At least it appears that way.

- After the Kramers were there...
- What do you mean by "appear"?

Are they missing or not?

Nobody really knows how
many documents are missing, Sir.

Right. Look into it.

The Germans might try
to get closer to Margaretha.

What I did to her was
low and if she'll found out...

I will check, Sir.

Although, if you allow me. I
think you may be overestimating...

This is none of your
concern, Señor Macheda.

Check the Kramers. Who are they?

As you say.

The Ambassador wants to
talk to me. Do what I told you.

- It's very cold in your room.
- But it has a separate exit.

So? Are you going to do something?

Costello is looking for a
way... to get this man to Spain.

We should let him do it. I'll
go to Madrid and do a show.

I doubt he would miss such a chance.

I wouldn't if I were him.

Just one question. This
failure... will it be his last?

- You mean, will it discredit him?
- No!

I mean, will he lose
everything he has?

Are you so thirsty for blood?

He deceived me and I
want him to pay... so?

Well, Costello is too big of a
player. This failure will hurt him.

But, it will not destroy him.

Then, I may have to change the plan.

I will let you know...
if it comes to that

I have to go to Paris tomorrow.
Costello knows that already.

- I hope you'll be patient enough.
- Don't worry.

You'll get what you want and so will I.

An Italian was m*rder*d. A
state official from the Vatican.

Do you realize what a scandal this is?

When is this going to end?
And turn around God damn you.

Why do I have to talk
and protect your back.

The Germans m*rder*d that Italian.
What can I do Señor Ambassador?

They were looking for someone,
again. Who are they after?

Sorry, I can't tell you this.

The Italian Government is outraged. They
don't have the guts to yap at Germany.

But he won't leave us be.

- I'm truly sorry.
- If I get a chance to get rid of you,

I will do so without any hesitation.

So do not make any mistakes. Count.

- You've started a serious mess.
- It will make Costello hurry.

The Italians will not
move until we tell them.

Look! So beautiful.

I think that young man in
the grey suit is following us.

Yes he is.

He's been walking behind
us at least half an hour now.

If it's not a secret
admirer of mine well,

it means Costello
is getting nervous.

Such bad timing, let's split up.

If he follows me, then
he's just a little thing in love.

But if he goes after the note.

- Whom do I give it to?
- To the grocer. It's an old bill.

Please don't walk for too long, darling.
You never know, it might rain again.

- I'll see you for dinner.
- Of course, darling.

I'll talk to him today.
We need to meet to

discuss all the details,
if the count agrees.

Perfect. He's coming. We'll speak later.

Hello love.

I've missed you so much.

- Missed you too.
- Let's go upstairs.

Not now... I need a drink.

Excuse me darling... I have
things in my mind that doesn't let go.

And here I come... piling
on with my love. Hmm?

- Forgive me darling.
- I forgive you

What's the matter? Where's Ana?
Why doesn't she open the door?

Sorry, I forgot... I let her go.

It's Gabriel. He's
proposing a show in Madrid.

I just don't want to leave you.
We've been apart for so long.

I think you should go.
They love you in Spain.

And it's warmer there.

- Will you come with me?
- I'm afraid I can't.

Why not?

Moretto, the Prime
Minister, and I are enemies.

He k*lled my brother in a duel.

Our gracious King just sent me
to Paris... so I wouldn't revenge.

Then I will ask Gabriel to
make the arrangements.

I'll do anything I can to help.

Thank you my love, thank you.

And here, the lights should go out.

And they shall see me
naked only for a second.

You're marvellous.

Amazing, you are amazing.

I'm so sorry I can't
come to the premiere.

Aw, what a pity.

Why don't you come to my dressing room?

Come in.

When are you going?

The day after tomorrow. I'm so tired.

- Can you please help me? I let Ana go.
- Sure.

Please, come. Do my back.

- So, you need to give us...
- No, wait a minute.

I'll tell you what you need to do first.

I'll find a way to distract Costello,
and to help you at the same time.

Since Costello will not be
able to support me any longer.

I want a more important benefactor.

- Who?
- The Kaiser

Can I have a towel please?

Tell me about your plan and I'll send
the report to my chief immediately.

You can take them
all out. Madam has not

yet decided what
she'll perform in Madrid.

Sorry.

We need to talk... privately.

You can go. I'll call you back later.

- Has she chosen her wardrobe?
- Not yet.

We know definitely that she's
going to be performing a Flamenco,

but apart from that we don't know.

Would you do me a favor?

Yes.

I have a friend... was a
big admirer of Mata Hari.

And he wants to go on
tour with her... incognito.

Well, why doesn't he
just come on tour with us?

Well the key word is incognito...
and he is ready to pay for that.

Right well, if he can afford it.

He will come to the railway station.

He will have documents in
the name of... Enrique Suarez.

- You cannot tell Margaretha about this?
- She knows.

- She knows as little as I do...
- She knows enough.

Enrique Suarez. Remember the name.

Messier Astruc, Señor Prime
Minister would like to meet

with the man who was sent
by Count Costello.

Please, let me take you to him.

Señor Prime Minister,
this is Monsieur

Astruc. He will take
you to Costello's man.

I hope that there is no confusion that
this is the man we've been waiting for.

Who are you? I will talk only to
the Prime Minister or to the King.

You will talk to the Prime Minister, if
you are Ramon Cortez from Havana.

I am Moliere.

I know. The Señor Count
showed me photo of you.

You have a lot of medals Colonel.

This is absurd. I
didn't order that m*rder.

I'm just a clerk.

I received instructions to arrest
you and send you to Spain.

- Yeah, but you know that.
- I knew nothing.

You were the one who
kept me out of the loop, so.

For Count Costello.

"My dear Count... You are a smart man.

So by now you've probably
figured it out, what happened.

You will soon be ex*cuted for

assassinating the
Prime Minister of Spain.

The authorities are certain
you ordered the m*rder,

because they know you
sent Cortes to travel with me.

My German friends have been
looking for Cortes, and thanks to you

I could help them arrange a meeting...
so, another person took his place."

You better be.

"Of course this fake Cortes was
shot after he k*lled the Prime Minister.

Apparently, on your orders."

- Yeah?
- Is everything all right?

- Yeah. Everything is fine. Yeah.
- Mr. Suarez?

Uh, bring me some champagne, ok?

"So nobody knows the
real story but you and me.

Goodbye, my dear Count."

It seems he understood everything
and accepted it as a punishment.

Isn't touching? You
just picture the office.

- My boss is impressed by your success.
- Oh, that's very nice to know.

Now we'll take Costello's money
away. And he will be ex*cuted.

Ramiro told me that. He's temporarily
replacing Morreta as Prime Minister.

How did you get him to open up to you?

I showed him a
couple of tricks at night.

Same tricks our nearly
deceased Costello was so fond of.

So, Elizabeth.

Now that I will have
to get by without

Costello's help, how
about some conversation?

- What do you want?
- Don't you have any idea?

You enjoy manipulating
people. It might be your calling.

Elizabeth, enough with hypocrisy.

Of course I do love money and fame.

And I don't give a damn
about morality and principles.

I'm willing to sell myself
to the highest bidder...

and if it's not you...
some other will want me.

While you will regret not taking
advantage of this amazing opportunity

- Shall we seal this deal with blood?
- I prefer a bank check.