Section Zero (2016) s01e04 Episode Script

1
I love you.
SOLDIERS OF THE SHADOWS
So?
So, nothing. We have to wait.
She say anything?
A Black Squad team came across
something it never should have found.
They took the two corpses on the carpet.
Saber, of the Regulators,
surprised ’em and chased ’em off.
Why was he there?
Dunno.
Anything useable?
Elie will tell us, if she lives.
And Saber?
Leave Saber alone,
he’s someone else’s target.
You know that those who betray the clan
pay dearly, Eva.
No, no!
No place for beauty in the shadows.
Yukov will kill you for this!
He doesn’t even know I’m here.
You’re gonna call your pal Yukov,
arrange to meet tomorrow
at the Kremtoski hotel.
Try to be persuasive,
or he won’t see you alive again.
We’ll split into two teams.
One to look for Baby Gun,
the other for the fuckers
who beat the shit out of Elie.
The little ’un won’t be hard to find.
For the other bastards,
the only usable thing we’ve got
is that.
One had it tattooed on his neck.
What is it, what does it mean?
Your mother’s killer had one.
One of our local kids told us.
Stir up the assholes
in this sodding town
and find them.
Diane, this is Mila Egerton,
she’s the head of Téo’s new school.
I’m pleased to meet you, Diane.
Hello, Téo.
Hello, Madame.
You can call me Mila,
here pupils call teachers
by their first names.
Okay?
Good.
Say bye-bye to your Mum.
Bye, my love.
Any problems, phone, and I’ll come, okay?
This school has
a top-notch psychology unit,
for children having trouble adapting.
Luckily that hasn’t happened yet.
Come on, young man, or we’ll be late.
Madame
Don’t worry, Diane, he’ll be fine.
Teaching here’s first class,
and most pupils
are in the same situation.
Which is what?
Coerced and forced?
It’s all for your benefit,
only for your own good.
What’s next?
CONNECTED
I’m Lt. Col. Brandt,
the psychologist who evaluates
the MEKAs in this establishment.
For this,
I’m going to start a series of tests.
The results will indicate
whether you rejoin a combat unit.
Your mother’s first name is?
Irina.
Your father’s?
Don’t know.
Your best memory?
The day I killed for the first time.
Your worst?
The same day.
- How many men have you killed?
- A lot.
Women? Children?
- I don’t know.
- Why?
- I’ve forgotten.
- No, Sgt. Sorensen, one never forgets.
Have you killed women and children?
- All I did was follow orders!
- You haven’t answered me.
Fuck off!
Don’t forget,
lack of respect for a superior
is a category 3 offense.
I could kill you right now,
you and that whore of an assistant
Don’t make me.
Sgt. Sorensen is a typical example
of the current problems with our MEKAs.
Despite all the treatment
designed to regulate their emotions,
most suffer from
the same divergences and problems,
due to a neuronal dysfunction
which we can’t fix.
As if their brains are rejecting the
artificial elements grafted into them.
What do you mean by
“control and regulation of emotions”?
MEKAS were built to follow orders,
not the dictates of conscience.
An army of soulless soldiers,
dedicated to total obedience,
capable of killing
without shame
or regret.
These images are from this morning’s
training.
Test terminated.
All targets eliminated.
MK5, return to quarters.
MK5, you’re ordered to leave the firing zone.
MK5, come in!
MK5, come in!
As you’ll understand,
such behavior
isn’t acceptable in this type of army.
What exactly do you expect of me?
To make them
into the dogs of war we need.
We’re aware of the progress of your work
in neurosurgery and nanotechnology.
Your skills will be very useful.
Don’t count on
my accepting such a proposition.
You don’t know my work,
or you wouldn’t ask
such a horrible thing of me.
I don’t think
you entirely understand, my dear.
You don’t have a choice.
The equation’s simple:
you look after our MEKAs,
we look after Lou.
If you say no,
she dies.
You’re still too weak to move.
I’m thirsty.
Food and drink tomorrow,
now’s too soon.
Where am I?
My place.
Remember what happened?
You took a fully calibrated bullet
in the head
in a police operation against
someone called Yukov.
Serious lesions near the occipital,
fortunately, your brain stem was spared,
or you wouldn’t be hearing me now.
FYI, you were posted dead
by your unit 13 days ago,
and your funeral was yesterday.
Wanna go to hospital.
You’ll get no better care than here,
where your life was saved.
The shock’s caused major amnesia.
Although initial tests on your brain
indicate that
80% of your memory is intact,
we know nothing about the other 20%.
Only our treatment
will allow you to regain your entire memory.
Trust me, Sirius, you’re in good hands
and perfectly safe.
My wife, my children?
You made it, Elie,
I’m proud of you.
I swear we’ll find the fuckers.
Could you identify them?
Did they find what they came for?
Have you still got it?
It has something to do with Nadia Rosen?
Is it here with you?
Where? Can you tell me?
Why?
You’ve never
liked sifting through
other peoples’ shit.
There were 5,
led by a little pockmarked thug.
Shit, I couldn’t do anything.
Black Squad?
Seems so, yes.
No uniforms?
- No.
- Looking for what?
Autopsy report for the
two dead guys in the car on the lake road,
near Elie’s place.
Did they find it?
What did it say?
Not a lot,
except the passenger
had a barcode tattoo,
and underneath
a 3-digit number and the letters “MK”.
Guess it piqued the curiosity
of whoever blew them away,
’cause our driver, the one
with half his brains on the dash,
had an ugly wound on his neck,
as if he’d had a tattoo
the size of his friend’s cut out,
in the exact same place.
- Can we look at the tattoos?
- No.
The pockmarked guy’s people
took the bodies.
Have we identified the two corpses?
I haven’t done their prints.
When I said this reeked of shit
We could get rich, man
Sorry, Wim, I got my orders.
It looked like that?
Yeah
Where did you get these images?
A shit playing the journalist in the Steps
was carrying them.
Gunman’s named Sorensen.
We had him for something else,
but Munro & co. swooped in and got him.
I researched his neck tattoo,
came up with nothing.
Because matey-boy was posted dead 7 years ago.
- Which means what?
- Dunno.
But if the dead walk,
it’s for bloody awful reasons.
Like killing a cop
and trying for another within 10 days?
No, I can’t believe Munro would
risk hiding that, it’s impossible.
According to what
Elie told Papa Charly in hospital,
the bullet that got Sirius
wasn’t fired by Yukov.
It came from a weapon
like those used by Black Squad snipers.
Nadia Rosen’s report proves it,
that’s why she’s dead,
why they tried to kill Elie.
But why Sirius?
Because he meddled in their business.
He was sure
Black Squad was involved in drug trafficking.
So where is this report?
In a safe place.
We should get it tomorrow.
If Elie stays stable.
I suggest you sit down,
and give up the weapon under your jacket.
At the Hotel Kremtoski,
we don’t meet to shed blood.
Whose blood?
Mine?
Or yours?
You should fix things, Yukov,
not avenge them.
Revenge takes too much time,
it’s neither great nor noble.
I’ve invited you to make a deal.
I need someone like you
to lead operations in the Steps.
Undercover operations
for an ambitious science project
our Directory has been running
for several months now,
but is no longer allowed
to show Black Squad’s involvement.
What do you mean by “undercover operations”?
You’ll know more when you’ve given me
your word and your commitment.
In return, I’ll ask you
to return the bag of Chimera,
which you annoyingly took with you
when you fled,
after that appalling shootout
which took the life of our dear
and much-missed leader, Becker.
I’ll let you off the money.
You’re nothing now, Yukov,
you know it.
The police are after you,
old friends
are no longer friends,
enemies have become worst enemies.
If you accept, I guarantee you
safety in the Steps,
a High City residence permit
and a payoff every bit as good
as you had in your former life.
Why should I accept?
Because you have no choice.
A man
always has the choice
of eating with the Devil,
even with a long spoon.
The Devil only appears
to those who fear him.
Believe me,
if you say no,
you’ll have reasons to fear me.
How much?
How much what?
How much if I accept?
A lot of money.
And an opportunity to rebuild
an empire in the Low City.
How can I trust it’s not a trap?
You’re still alive.
Why not, then.
Excellent!
A car will take you
to your new accommodation.
From now on,
there’s no reason to hide,
and I’ll leave you
in pleasant company.
Some advice, Yukov:
don’t try to screw with me.
Those who have
aren’t around to boast about it.
And: today’s special’s
a bit greasy.
Why the hell are you here?
Give me that, Elie.
She’s breathing.
Let’s take her to ICU.
- Know where Balestra is?
- Why?
The fucker got into Elie’s room,
tried to kill her.
What?
Go and join the patrols
Find that son of a bitch,
drag him back by the balls before dawn.
- Okay.
- Go!
And her?
I didn’t do it.
What do you mean, you didn’t?
- Medics arrived just as--
- No shame in failure
or being less than the enemy,
Lieutenant Balestra.
Shame’s in being less than yourself.
Know the difference
between good and bad soldiers?
Good soldiers
stay alive.
How are you?
Where’s my family?
In a highly protected zone
called “The Village”.
A gilded cage for the rich
and those whose work
is valued by Prometheus.
Your wife is one of those they need
to establish a
unique army.
So they took her and your son.
As for Lou, we still don’t know where she is,
but we think she’s still alive.
Where is this “Village”?
First things first, Commandant.
They think you’re dead.
If you surface, you’ll be a problem.
- Dead, you aren’t.
- That’s all fancy words,
I want to find my family.
And risk reprisals on them
by those who took you out?
You’ll be most effective in the shadows.
Your famous phony section, huh?
That’s right.
Removing your body discreetly
cost me a lot,
and so did the fake autopsy report.
As for what we had to do
to revive you:
medical kit, the best surgeons
It all costs.
We did all that
because only you can stop Munro.
We need men like you,
to try to halt this machine.
Whatever it takes
to persuade you.
So?
I’ve already said no.
Something you need to know:
your escape was anticipated.
We were sure that first-off
you’d go and see your family.
We daren’t risk losing you.
That’s why,
with the help of our nanotechnologists,
we put an implant in your brain,
a micro-chip
grafted onto your brain stem,
which allows us to
track and locate you
and also makes your brain work properly.
Which means what?
That, sadly, you have no choice.
You accept, or you leave feet first.
On two conditions:
I want my family to know I’m alive,
and I pick the men myself.
Already picked.
ELIAS JANKOVSKI
Codename: JANKO
No. 123 457 692.
Federal Police Officer.
Ex-member: Cobra Group
Former Mercenary.
Sniper, San Giorgio company
AMOS BAUER
Codename: FOETUS
No. 429 876 332.
Federal Police Officer
Ex-member: Cobra Group.
Explosives Specialist
FLEUR ANDERSON
Codename: Lucy Lee
No. 799 413 2856.
Federal Police Officer
Ex-member: Cobra Group.
Degree: Religious Sciences
Follower of Taoism.
Martial Arts Specialist
Why them?
Why do you think?