The Serpent (2021) s01e06 Episode Script

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Gems in Bangkok, money in Paris.
More gems. More money.
If it's a fake,
it's a damn good one.
Redland has found the real
David Alan Gore.
It's everything we need.
You two can go home.
Thank you so much.
Alain
Nothing.
We saw the map that you drew.
For your new Dutch friend?
Someone just left the doors open
and they walked out.
That's where it belongs.
Here comes the future.
My report has gone to every
embassy in the city.
Your damn report isn't going to
help you now, Herman.
But this might.
Jesus Christ, Paul.
Just in case - understand?
Are you crazy?!
Are you?
We knew exactly where Gautier was.
Now he could be anywhere.
Not anywhere. France.
To see his mother, Nadine thinks.
His mother?! Jesus Christ.
What about Ajay? He's still here.
And we know he knows all about you.
No.
I'm not taking it. I'm not
like you.
You're right.
You're not like me.
I know how to stay alive.
What have they done?
Long gone, Ajay said.
But to France. Yes?
Angela, the pond?
He can just vanish.
The pond is empty.
Where have the water lilies gone?
Angela, what the
hell has happened to the pond?
I-I asked the gardener to
I thought I asked him to tidy
the plants,
but it turns out my Thai isn't
He thought I wanted it
cleared. I Herman
Is that gardener mad?
What have they done?
Who would do that to water lilies?
I'm worried.
Where do we sleep?
I know a place.
How long?
A few days.
Once I've confirmed the most
suitable client for the gems.
And we need to wait for Ajay.
Ajay
..how could I forget?
He's our friend.
Doesn't mean we want him living
with us for the rest of our lives.
It's here.
You go up there, check in.
I need to make some calls.
Alain Gautier.
Hello again, Monsieur Gautier.
I believe you may be
interested in certain merchandise.
You know, we've already told you, we
are well served for T4Xs.
This was one month ago,
Madame Boeder.
Before Max Ayga was arrested
in Colombia for embezzlement.
It is true, Max is
indisposed, but
Gautier, listen to me.
We worked with Ayga for 15 years,
and now you expect us to replace him
with someone we've never met and
whose goods are uncertified?
Well, I intend to remedy
both those things.
My associates and I will be
in Paris.
Associates?
My secretary and my fiance.
And the rest, the goods?
Did you not receive a package?
Has there been a delivery?
John, has a parcel arrived
this morning?
Yes.
I thought I might trust you
with a sample.
Quite a trick, Monsieur Gautier.
Is there somewhere we can reach you?
My hotel in Karachi.
42262
..1659.
Excellent, Madame Boeder.
Hey, you.
Sit here.
If the phone rings, you answer it.
You do it well
..I'll give you another.
You know you are allowed to
congratulate me,
Mama.
What would you like me to
congratulate you for?
Your wedding or your release
from prison?
You know what the greatest
joy of this day is for me?
I will have a real family.
My family.
A different future.
Different how, Charles?
Herman!
What the hell are you doing sneaking
up on me, you stupid woman?!
..today they were double-booked with
a different kind
of narcotics liaison along the
Cambodian border.
Thank you, Mr Redland.
Thank you, gentlemen.
Jesus, Knippenberg, I
didn't think I was that dull.
You've got a hell of a nerve,
Knippenberg.
Shoving this garbage through
the mailbox
of every embassy in the city,
bawling about a Canadian citizen
being in some goddamn Bangkok
murder gang!
Well, she is.
She's an accomplice. Whether you
like it or not,
she's Quebecois and you're a
Canadian attache.
I thought you might want to do
something about that,
not come blundering in here as
though it's none of your business.
My God, Knippenberg,
what is the matter with you?
Have you actually even read this?
Ah, Ambassador, your, er, Third
Secretary has jungle fever.
My Third Secretary has been
my First Lieutenant
in our investigation
into the violent crimes
committed against two nationals
of the Kingdom of the Netherlands.
A young couple, both now lying on
mortuary slabs.
Nasty and upsetting business,
Mr Bastien.
Yotin, stop the car.
Mr Knippenberg? Stop! STOP!
Sir, what are you?
They've got plenty and we've
got none.
Can I help you, sir?
Yes.
Suspended?!
It isn't a suspension.
What kind of euphemism would you
prefer for compulsory leave?
I thought I could rely on you to
To what, Herman?
To be your typist, then
your chauffeur?
And now to tolerate this lunacy?
To believe in me.
When you got your internship
in the Foreign Service,
I put bread on the table
while you took classes.
I believed in you enough for that,
and enough to follow you to the
other side of the world
so you could build your career.
Your career.
So forgive me if I take exception in
watching you fling that career
in the dustbin one with one hand
while you wilfully put my life in
danger with the other.
Van Dongen's right.
You need a holiday.
Or at least I do.
Get out of this pond, for God's
sake.
Where's MY glass?
And I'm starving. Ajay.
We're pleased to see you,
aren't we, Monique?
Not a thing.
Just strolled through.
These things are gold, Alain.
And the Dutch man,
Knippenberg? What word?
Oh, my brother, you can sleep easy.
It's all over Bangkok, he's been
sent away.
You got a buyer set up?
Yes, they are Tier 3 buyers.
Boutiques in Bern, Zurich and Paris.
I only need to agree terms with them
and, erm
And then we can leave.
Paris. Wow.
I'm going to need some
new threads, man.
New clothes, Ajay?
A new character, too.
Fucking hell.
Nice to see you, too, Monique.
What chopped her onions?
The sight of you, mon frere.
You remember when we came through
here in '71?
Of course. I made more in those four
days than my father made
in all his life. Thanks to you.
What's in your bag?
Well
Couldn't leave her behind,
could you?
And who could blame you?
Juliette, man, she was like
Monique, not even in the same class.
What?
Delhi's most celebrated
hotel, the Ashoka,
has been robbed in the most daring
and spectacular fashion.
From the suite above,
a thief drilled into the
jewellery concession,
then escaped with a haul
worth over a million rupees.
New Delhi Crime Branch, under
the authority of Police Sergeant
Narandra Nath Tuli, have reassured
the media
that they have the
suspect's identity
and will leave no stone unturned
until he is apprehended.
Hello?
Please disconnect the phone, sir.
Turn around slowly.
I said turn around.
You're under arrest.
Yes?
Telephone for you, sir.
Yeah?
I'm sorry to disturb you, Herman.
Tell me what?
Nadine, what's happened?
Herman?
Nadine just phoned.
It's Gautier's apartment.
The landlady wants to rent
it out again,
so she's clearing it.
When?
Any day now.
Call the airline.
I'll pack.
This bed must be very
uncomfortable to make love on.
Has Alain made love to you
on it yet?
Ajay, did you bring what I asked?
Yeah, sure.
And the other thing?
Oh, there wasn't time.
It was important! I told you!
I was worried about police,
and Nadine found me
I'm sorry I forgot your
notebook, Monique.
Why are you even coming to Paris?
Huh? The disgusting things
he keeps you around to do for him.
There'll be no more of that,
do you understand?
That's history. Paris is our
future - mine and Alain's.
You seem very upset about your
notebook, Monique.
Makes me wonder what was in it.
It's personal.
It's personal?
Personal makes it sound more like a
diary to me.
Have you been writing down your
and Alain's little sex secrets?
You want to forget the past?
That Dutch girl screamed for you,
and here you are still wearing
the ring that you sold her.
Vile! You're vile!
You're a fucking monster.
Then what does that make you?
We're just the same.
We both know his name isn't Alain,
but we still call him
what he wants to be called.
You play a role for him,
just like I do.
Why do you think he keeps you
around, Monique?
You were only ever here for
one reason.
To take the place of Juliette.
His wife from Paris.
Didn't he ever tell you?
I was always taught
love is a gift from God.
Whoever lives in love, lives in God.
I love this man. I do.
But I am afraid.
What do you fear?
Sometimes I dream that
I have his child inside me.
But then I feel his hands
around my throat
..and I wake up.
I do not recognise myself
any more, Father.
Then it is not love that you feel.
If it is not, I
What is it?
I do not know what it is.
Will you make your confession?
Open your heart and
unburden yourself.
She kept a diary,
everything written down,
and now this.
Alain, they even call it
a confession.
You need a white girl for the white
clients, I get that.
But we're going to Europe, they grow
on trees, and Monique is
We can't trust her.
You have to get rid of her.
I've brought Bloem and Dekker's
photographs
to help identify anything
that's theirs.
We need to collect everything
of interest - get it out of here,
look through it piece by piece.
Everything.
CLOCK TICKS
Paul.
Dutch!
Yeah?
This was loose.
Jesus Christ.
Sedatives, disassociates.
Christ knows what else.
I've seen drug stores with less.
Hell of a narcotics raid.
Hey, what's that?
Kaopectate.
I know this drug.
You get a bad stomach,
it blocks you up.
Whatever's in here
is not kaopectate.
Here.
He poisons the kids, makes them
believe they're sick.
Says, "Take this,
makes you all better."
But it doesn't.
It makes you sicker than
you already were.
Fuck knows what he gives them
to keep them under.
Here.
Wait.
What?
Christ, how many more are there?
Herman. My God!
Herman!
Yeah?
The woman. Monique.
I think this is her diary.
Can you translate it?
Of course. But I noticed
something already.
What?
There's no mention of the
name Alain,
but on every page
she talks about Char.
Char?
Maybe for Charles?
So his name isn't even Alain.
Is it even Gautier?
It's all just fucking smoke.
No, no. Paul, no, it isn't
just smoke.
All of this, it's his life.
We look hard enough,
we'll find him in it.
Everything we are doing, everything,
it will help us to shackle him.
OK.
OK.
Reports indicate that the
jewel thief faked
the symptoms of appendicitis
so perfectly that he even convinced
the surgeons who removed the organ
at the prison infirmary,
from where, only days later,
he drugged his guards,
jumped over the wall
and fled into the city.
It is thought even the army have now
been brought in
to aid the police in their pursuit.
We will have more updates on
the hour.
But here now, a round-up
of Charles.
Putain!
Police!
Police!
What did you tell the priest?
Ajay thinks we should leave
you behind.
All I said to the priest was all
I wrote in the diary.
That it tortures me
..but I love you.
It's true.
I do.
Even though I know you have not
been honest with me.
You had a wife before
and you never told me.
Juliette.
Ajay told me.
I was I was angry.
Come on, man, you've known her for
what, a couple of months?
I left my family behind for you.
And so? Haven't I done the same?
I never needed diaries or priests,
did I?
Everything that I have done for you,
everything that I have done,
I have never questioned it,
and I have done it with a fucking
song in my heart,
because we're brothers.
You cannot trust him
to be what you need.
Not now.
Maybe then, not now.
Charles, not in Paris.
You want to stand beside him
as you walk into the restaurant,
to the George V,
and you go shopping at Cartier.
What will people think of you
when they see you beside a little
brown thug?
A little brown thug?
Then what am I, Marie?
Alain, please.
Mr Alain, Mr Alain! For you.
You are nothing like him.
You know that is not what I meant.
Hello.
Monsieur Gautier?
We were wondering - might you,
and your associates, of course,
see your way to joining us
here is Paris?
You, your associates
and the merchandise?
Madame Boeder, we haven't agreed
either purchase price or fee.
We'll have a little dance I'm sure.
But we're in the same
ballroom, Gautier.
How many of you ought we to expect?
Just the two of us.
"I know he made love again
with Suda."
Suda? Who is Suda?
His Thai girlfriend
I told you about.
"Char tells me if I become
Monique, I will understand.
"These people are just
drug traffickers.
"Should Monique care about the
things she fears he does?
"Marie is terrified,
but Monique has to stay calm."
Go on, Angela. "Can I play this role
forever, knowing all that I know?
"'Don't live as Marie-Andree
Leclerc,' Char says,
"'that girl was lost and alone'".
Leclerc. We've got her name.
"If only Char keeps his promise,
takes me to meet his mother,
"takes me out of this ditch.
"Live instead as Monique,
and be free."
Wait, yes, yes, the mother.
Err, she must say where, no?
No, Herman, she she doesn't.
What? This woman, she barely knows
any more than we do.
He seduces, he betrays, he destroys,
and yet she yearns for him.
Paul, help me with this.
Look. These must be his parents.
Then who's that? Did she re-marry?
Upgraded to a French Naval Officer.
From the war-torn streets
of Saigon
..to a comfortable home in France.
Hello?
It's me, Mama.
Charles where are you?
It doesn't matter where I am,
but where I will be soon.
I haven't been home for a while.
There are reasons for that, Charles.
Nonetheless, I wanted to give you
some warning.
Warning of?
I'd like to see you.
I wondered if you might help me
with something.
I want to see my child again.
I don't know why you imagine
I can help you with that.
Her family hate me.
Tell them how you long to see her
and to know her.
And what if I don't? What if I
regret her birth
when I think of all the damage
you've done?
You're not that heartless.
You're not that sentimental.
Nonetheless, I will see my child
whether you help me or not.
We're coming.
Make room on the table
..Mama.
14 days, Karachi to Paris.
Monique?
You will never need to speak to
Monique again.
I promise you this.
You and me, Alain.
Right?
You and me.
Why are we stopping here?
We need to have a
conversation, Ajay.
I've come to understand something.
I can't rely on you any more.
Because this is all you're good for.
Pocket change.
Gutter work.
You're not my partner, Ajay.
You were my errand boy,
and now
..you are nothing.
Alain
..this isn't fucking funny.
You are worthless, little man.
Monique was right.
Paris is no place for a
little brown thug.
So now I want you gone.
Ajay..
..mon ami
..it's time for you to
make your own way in the world.
Juliette.
Juliette!
Herman.
Come to bed.
Please. You can't keep looking
at it.
But it's in here somewhere.
Gautier's mother, Paris,
Leclerc's parents in Quebec.
She calls her parents
every week, she says.
Stop it.
Stop this.
How the hell do you expect me
just to stop it?
Angela, please.
Bastien, it's Knippenberg.
Knippenberg, you don't know how to
give up, do you?
Did you read the report yet?
I might have.
I have the woman's full name,
and the town in Quebec where her
family still live.
Do you, now?
Excuse me, Master.
Yes?
Hello, Bastien.
I didn't think
Well, that's gratitude, for you.
No, I Of course, it's just
I had the Mounties pay a visit on
your behalf.
What is it?
A forwarding address for Leclerc.
The address of Gautier's mother.
We know where they're heading.
Bastien, thank you.
Arretez.