Section Zero (2016) s01e02 Episode Script

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Doctor Ziller, 94309.
I work in Block 4.
They’re waiting. Come on!
Sorry, you can’t come in.
The theater is off limits.
It’s my daughter’s life.
I’ll do my very best, Commander.
KINGDOM OF THE DEAD
Don’t worry.
She’ll be okay.
Leave me alone.
- What’s she saying?
- Nothing.
I got Lou’s bag. Found this.
Give it to the Doc
and ask him to compare it with
what we found on Sorensen.
You known my daughter long?
What daughter?
Lou.
How long have you known her?
Since yesterday evening.
Tobias?
Tobias!
My dad works for Prometheus
and when he finds out
In a few hours
my daughter may be dead.
Nothing worse can happen to me.
What’s your name?
- Rose Eden.
- Rose Eden what?
Jakubowski.
What’s Eden for you,
Rose Eden Jakubowski?
Some reckon it’s paradise,
others that it’s just a shitty garden
where God punishes kids.
Yours is called Tomza.
A female slave camp
in the North of the East Zone
where one in five dies each winter
and the rest stuff themselves on
their mates’ corpses, they’re so hungry.
Either you give me proper answers,
or I put you down
for drug dealing,
hostage taking, attempted homicide
of a federal police officer
with a minimum of 15 years.
I didn’t do anything.
I was just in the car.
Your two chums are dead.
No one is going
to contradict me over you.
Did Tobias give it to her?
The Yukov meeting? Is that it?
Tobias isn’t tough
enough for this deal.
Someone’s running it.
Give me a name, a contact,
and I swear I’ll forget everything.
There’s a guy who’s called C.K.
He hangs out with extremists
from Klan 88
in the Deviants quarters
and that’s all I know.
HIGH CITY
BLACK SQUAD HQ
On your feet!
Sorry about your daughter, Sirius.
I hope she makes it.
Can we talk?
The Directors called.
The guy you shot,
his old man wants you charged.
He reckons he could have been taken
a bit less violently.
The guy works for a gang
linked to Prometheus.
He’s got loads of lawyers.
They want your guts.
I hope you’re right
and that your pictures will back you up.
The car hit them during the chase,
the tracker wasn’t on.
And your camera?
Not connected. No time.
What do I give when Munro asks? Your word?
Whatever.
And lick his ass too. He loves that.
I don’t lick ass, Sirius.
I do my job
and obey orders.
And my job is to ensure
that others obey them, too.
Not that long ago,
your job was to serve and protect,
not to prostrate yourself before them.
It’s not me who’s changed, Charly.
What did he want?
Tobias’ old man has filed
a charge against me for murder.
The Directors need answers,
Munro above all.
It was legitimate defense,
we all saw it.
But we have no proof.
- Our word against their conviction.
- Their firm conviction.
What they want is to see you fall.
What about the other bastard?
I’ve looked everywhere.
Nothing on C.K.
You’re gonna work with Elie.
She’s in with them.
She’s gotta have some leads.
- How long’s she been with us?
- She’s a good cop.
Get me a name by tomorrow.
I’m going back to the hospital.
Hey, Elie,
does a Nazi who goes by the name C.K.
mean anything?
He hangs out with the Deviants in Klan 88.
- We need to find him fast.
- Why so fast?
- Sleep with me, and I’ll tell you.
- You can get it up, now?
Come on in, Commander.
I’m sorry for this little drama,
but I wanted this interview
to take place in a secure environment
with the utmost discretion.
As you know,
a charge has been lodged against you
by the father of
Tobias Josef Klinsman.
Following that,
the Directors of the Security Council
have asked me to chair an inquiry
to establish
who is responsible for all of this.
Our inquiries
have enabled us to discover that
Tobias Josef Klinsman
was having sexual relations
with your daughter,
for several months.
We know you were aware of it.
As a result,
given the background of the man
and your hotheaded way of working,
it’s not inconceivable that you
would want to get this individual
on your side
to help protect your family.
I shot this fucker
because it was the only thing to do.
He had a hunting knife
at Capt Elie Klein’s throat.
Good, well,
so let’s speak about Captain Klein.
Does your wife know
what’s going on between you two?
What’s your game, Munro?
I play at looking and trying to understand.
If you didn’t kill Tobias
to protect your family,
maybe you killed him
for other reasons?
In either case, legitimate defense
would seem a futile argument.
Me and her are old history.
Old history or not,
I’m obliged to refer it
to the disciplinary council.
Sex only leads to violence
or sadness.
You should have realized, Commander,
before screwing your partner.
It’s possible
that certain things will come together
and allow us to cooperate.
The result, if convincing,
will help us resolve all this.
Let’s talk about
your daughter’s dealers.
How?
Nothing that goes on
in your venerable
and fusty institution
is lost on me.
You belong to a race of cops
that I despise,
that’s becoming extinct,
but that I unfortunately need.
That’s why we’re here.
I need these guys, Becker.
I need them now.
You’re the only one
who can find them.
Either you accept my deal
and I’ll get your file closed,
or you refuse
and I send those photos to the press,
who’ll have a field day
putting them on the front page tomorrow.
What’s it worth to Prometheus,
cleaning toilets?
You’ve got three days
to find them and bring them in.
But after that time,
you’ll just be a memory
for your bosses
and obviously for all those
who love you.
Interview over.
Why do you want these guys,
Munro?
You just find them
and leave the questions
to those who need to ask them.
I’ve come for news of my daughter.
Lou Becker.
Admitted this morning to Casualty.
- For what reason?
- Gunshot wounds.
- You’re the lawyer?
- I’m the father.
I’ll need your identity papers.
Sirius Becker,
born in Zone West
the 14th of November ’91.
Citizen’s register
14 11 01 528675.
Sorry, but I can’t give you
any info about your daughter.
It’s confidential and
only Directors can have access.
My wife is a researcher
and member of the SNO.
She works for a Prometheus
subsidiary – you can check.
In that case, if she came--
I wanna know
if my daughter’s alive!
Calm down, sir.
What do you want?! Huh?!
What do you want?!
- I’ll take care of it.
- My daughter might die, asshole!
I’ll see to it.
Follow me.
She’s in a critical state.
But she’s alive.
Wounds to the thorax
causing serious abdominal lesions
and an emphysema
that’s required a lung transplant.
Thanks to the post
occupied by your wife,
we were able to have
priority access to a transplant organ.
But the operation put her in shock,
causing a brain hemorrhage
and she’s now in a coma.
The hemorrhage may get worse
over the next two days,
which could lead
to neurological damage.
Stop talking to me like a doctor.
Is she going to make it?
If the bleeding gets better,
one chance in five.
And if not?
She’ll be brain dead.
C.K. should be in a club
at the Deviants.
- What club?
- 311, 23rd and 4th.
On my way.
Christian Kaltz, alias C.K.,
ex-member of Satan’s Commandos.
Now leader of Column 18.
“1” for the “A” of Adolf,
“8” for the “H” of Hitler.
Already condemned for
kidnapping, torture,
racist crime and dealing.
- Sure he’s there?
- He’s in there every night.
Blacks suffocate in their waste
They don’t unite
when threatened
or attracted
by a common prey.
This mixed race
becomes a rats nest
slitting their throats,
entering our stinking city sewers
defiled by blood and puke.
History.
History proves
that when our white brothers
mixed their blood
with inferior races
Civilization was led
into wreck and ruin.
Police! Drop your weapons!
- Drop your weapons!
- On your knees!
On the ground!
- On the ground!
- Head down!
Drop the gun!
Drop it.
Every breath you take
is an offense to humanity, Kaltz.
An insult to the memory
of all our mates
who fell in the street
fighting for our lives.
I know you’re dealing with the Russians
in a hefty Chimera deal.
I just need you to tell me
where, when and with who
this transaction’s taking place.
I’d rather toss off
on my mother’s body
than tell a shithead like you.
Stop, I beg you, stop.
Two pierced eardrums, head trauma,
how can you justify this?
I did what I had to.
What shocks you?
A foul Nazi
killing Black people point blank,
or a cop puking his soul into the toilet
to do his job?
Good triumphs over evil, Sirius.
Our job needs doing well.
I chose violence
because it’s necessary.
So, when’s the deal?
Day after tomorrow, 6 p.m.,
at an old armament factory.
Yukov and his pack of hounds
against the rest of the world.
Need reinforcements?
You should stop drinking
and return to your wife.
She needs you.
Sure, you’re right.
- You’ll regret this.
- Why?
Do you?
Hey! To the good old days!
Fuck it all!
Charly, Charly, Charly!
Téo’s going to my sister’s
and I’m staying at the hospital.
Will give you time to pack your bags
and leave.
I never want to see you again.
I did what you asked
took huge risks.
Up to you to keep your promises.
If not?
If not,
I’ll have to make all this public
and refer it on to Prometheus.
A place in my team
has to be earned, you little slut.
Not by knocking off
sixteen year-old girls
or sliding porno pics
under doors.
I still need you for now.
You listening?
My little whore.
You’re going to do me one last favour.
Then we’ll talk about your career!
No one who gives me their ass
regrets it. Ask anyone.
She’s not so young now,
your “Mum”.
What’s she drink at her age?
She takes whatever’s going.
Got your ration card?
- Are eggs and a coffee possible?
- Go sit down.
I fill up Mummy
and I’ll be with you.
May I?
Put that away,
I’m here as a friend.
- Frank Varnove.
- I know who you are.
Every cop knows you.
I didn’t know I’d left such a mark.
Since your departure
we’ve had no one so big, trust me.
That’s exactly why I’m here.
How long have you been following me?
I understand your irritation,
but I had no choice.
Nobody can know we’ve met.
What I need to say is delicate.
I represent a group of people
who I think
share some of our values.
A kind of fraternity for high-ranking
old policemen, politicians and thinkers
who, like us, no longer support
the deterioration of democratic values.
My task is to find
experienced people on its behalf,
men who know neither fear
nor the boundaries imposed by unjust laws.
Wouldn’t you agree
it’s time for an alternative to Prometheus?
What are you asking me?
To take part in a conspiracy?
No.
Let’s call it a
resistance movement.
I often think of this quote
by Romain Rolland
“When order is injustice,
disorder is the beginning of justice.”
Why me?
Because I’ve got a lot of respect for you.
I know your commitment.
You’re angry
and we need your anger.
And why now?
They’re about to drop you,
it’s time to jump ship.
I invite you to lend your talents
to an organization
worthy of the name “Section Zero”,
an ultrasecret super-elite we want you to lead.
You would be in charge of
recruiting and training members
with autonomy
and freedom to make decisions,
whatever missions you undertake.
Why zero?
Because it doesn’t officially exist,
and in extremis there’s no back-up.
So you want someone
to do your dirty work.
No, the dirty work we’ll do together.
Listen, I no longer belong in this same world.
I belong elsewhere.
If you agree, my contacts and talents
are unique plusses for a great partnership.
What’s in it for me?
A better world.
Thanks for your confidence,
Mr. Varnove, but I have to refuse.
I have a battle to win
and a family to protect.
“Section Zero” is also
a plus for your family and inquiry.
Take your time.
- Hi, Doc.
- Hi.
I’ve had the test results
you wanted from the lab.
Yep, it’s the same stuff
we found on Sorensen.
Pure Chimera.
Analysis of the genetic samples
taken from the dead bodies in the Steps
are positive.
So?
Can’t access the victim’s files.
They’re classified.
What authority level do we need?
Forget it, my friend.
It’s stratosphere level.
Senior Director.
Okay, I’ve got it.
Thanks.
LOW CITY
OLD ARMAMENT FACTORY
Sirius.
Our friend has just entered the site.
Reading you, Commander.
Nothing on your side,
Cheyenne?
Nope, not a thing.
All personnel:
The Russians have entered the zone.
Wait for my cue.
Squad 3 in place.
They’ve stopped.
They’re waiting.
Okay, over.
Cheyenne to Sirius: Client 2’s arrived.
A pick-up.
Four men inside.
Okay, over.
They’re out.
We’ll go over when the deal’s done.
Received.
Over to you.
Where’s Kaltz?
Warming his fat ass somewhere.
Who gives a shit?
Where’s the cash?
Cover me!
Sirius, we’re fucked.
We’re locked in.
Come on, get this door open!
Visual on officer Becker,
approaching
priority targets.
Require instructions.
Confirm order to fire.