02x04 - The Sword and the Hand

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02x04 - The Sword and the Hand

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CLERK: Is that it? Just Tall Boys?

EDWARD: That'll do. I like my Tall Boys,

which is weird because,
uh, I'm a short man.

What's your name?

I'm Chris.

I'm Rick.

CHRIS: What're you up to today, Rick?

Uh, you know, taking five.

Busted my ass all week
on the job, you get it.

So, um, wh... what do you do?

I, uh, I find buried treasure, Chris.

(CHUCKLES)

(WHISPERING): f*ck it, run.

("SURE sh*t" BY BEASTIE BOYS PLAYING)

♪ 'Cause you can't, you
won't, and you don't stop ♪

♪ Well, you can't, you
won't, and you don't stop ♪

♪ Mike D, come and
rock the sure sh*t ♪

♪ I've got the brand-new doo-doo ♪

♪ Guaranteed like Yoo-hoo ♪

♪ I'm on like Dr.
John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu ♪

♪ I'm a newlywed, I'm
not a divorcée, yeah ♪

♪ And everything I do is
funky like Lee Dorsey ♪

♪ Well, it's The Taking of
the Pelham One Two Three ♪

♪ If you want a doo-doo
rhyme, then come see me ♪

♪ I've got the savoir faire
with the unique rhymin' ♪

♪ I keep it on and on, it's
never quittin' time and ♪

♪ Strictly handheld
is the style I go ♪

♪ Never rock the mic
with the pantyhose ♪

♪ I strap on my ear goggles
and I'm ready to go ♪

♪ 'Cause at the boards is
the man they call the Mario ♪

♪ Pull up at the function
and you know I Kojak ♪

♪ To all the party people
that are on my bozack ♪

♪ I've got more action
than my man John Woo ♪

♪ And I've got mad hits
like I was Rod Carew, yeah ♪

♪ Because you can't, you
won't, and you don't stop ♪

♪ Because you can't, you
won't, and you don't stop ♪

♪ Oh, well, you can't, you
won't, and you don't stop ♪

♪ I keep my underwear up
with a piece of elastic ♪

♪ Use a bullshit mic
that's made out of plastic ♪

♪ To send my rhymes
out to all the nations ♪

♪ Like Ma Bell, I got
the ill communication ♪

♪ 'Cause you can't, you
won't, and you don't stop ♪

♪ 'Cause you can't, you
won't, and you don't stop ♪

♪ Well, you can't, you
won't, and you don't stop ♪

♪ Keep on and rockin' the sure sh*t. ♪

WOMAN: Could you specifically say

what you learned during
this first period,

during these first moments
you crossed this line

you continue to mention?

Uh, that...

I guess that a man may
need to strike another man

times in the face to
render him unconscious,

which is contrary to the
way I formerly imagined it.

I cartoonishly imagined that
a man would accomplish that...

incorrectly imagined as
being brief if not instant.

And I learned that,
for better or worse...

(SIGHS)

... in those moments, in that place,

it turns out that I am
the sort of person who...

counts those blows...

... and whose stomach is turned by them.

(g*nsh*t)

Hold him.

(GRUNTING)

JOHN: Keep going.

♪ ♪

JOHN: You okay?

My God.

Son.

JOHN: You gonna be okay?

Can you make it to the train?

Go. Go.

- Careful, stay in his blind spot until...
- Yeah.

Are you going to be able
to stay in a straight line?

(PANTING)

TOM: Another thing about being
on the far side of this line?

You're consigned to side streets,

figuratively, literally.

And the dangerous thing about this,

well, there you cross paths

certainly, necessarily

with others consigned to side streets.

Are you sure that's mine?

- What?
- (GRUNTS)

Are you sure that's my finger
that you're putting on my hand

- and not John's?
- Y... you got to stop talking, man.

(GROANS) Will it take or, I mean...

is that the term? If it's John's?

- No.
- Even if you're best friends?

Yes. Stop f*cking talking.

(GROANING): I'm sorry.
I'm in incredible pain.

Shut the f*ck up.

If you want a veterinarian to
put your fingers on your hand,

don't talk because my
patients don't f*cking talk

because they're cats.

Oh, my God. I can't, I can't do this.

Go to the f*cking hospital.

(DENNIS GROANING)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

- PADDOCKS (OVER PHONE): Mr. Tavner?
- Yeah?

This is Brent Paddocks from
the General Accounting Office.

I've been awaiting your return call

to address an overage on a case file.

We still need to address that.

Also, there's the new matter
of an expense, a chair.

- A chair?
- Yes.

- A chair.
- Yes.

- Brent, is it?
- Yes. Paddocks.

- f*ck you, Brent.
- I'm sorry?

This call is being recorded,
I was about to mention that.

Mr. Tavner, who's John Lakeman?

John Lakeman?

He's received, possibly in one
case, apparently in another,

governmental funds in
excess of any authorization.

And our... our cross-reference
processes have indicated

- governmental billing for a travel billet for a...
- (PHONE BEEPS)

- Did they see you?
- Yeah.

- With the g*n?
- Yeah.

f*ck!

He was an impossible target already.

Now they're alerted.

I sh*t at someone
else, across the street.

- Who?
- I didn't get her.

The car was just down the street,

they might think that's
what I meant to do.

We may be okay. We should separate.

Go.

No, no. You go, you're hurt.

I can wait, I'll take
the next one. Go, son.

Go.

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, my heavy ♪

♪ Motivator ♪

♪ I can't ease your labor ♪

♪ Blessed with faith
and cursed with sons ♪

♪ Oh, my lovely ♪

♪ Resonator ♪

♪ Hear your voice trembling ♪

♪ Let your notes come tumbling down ♪

♪ To sing our song ♪

♪ Blessed with faith
and cursed with sons ♪

♪ Oh, my sleepless ♪

♪ Dreamless singer ♪

♪ All the weightless gather ♪

♪ Calling mother to her ♪

♪ Oh, my pale ♪

♪ Defender ♪

♪ When will we protect her? ♪

♪ When will we ever see her home? ♪

♪ To sing our song ♪

♪ Blessed with faith
and cursed with sons ♪

♪ To sing our song ♪

♪ Blessed with faith
and cursed with sons. ♪

- Okay.
- Okay.

BERNICE: I guess I don't have to know

what happened to you exactly,

but I want you to go
to the hospital, John.

Whatever else is happening.

I can't.

I have to do something else now.

- Mom?
- Yeah.

- Icabod?
- Yup?

You should leave the area.

I'll see you sometime later.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Mom?

What, honey?

I'm sorry.

I need help.

What?

I've been trying to do this alone,

but I can't.

I don't want to bring you into... but...

f*ck, I need help.

- It's okay.
- What do you need to do?

sh**t someone.

DENNIS: How much time's left

on the "finger back on" clock thing?

One and a half hours.

Ah, f*ck.

(GRUNTS) That's not a lot.

- What?
- That's not a lot of time.

In terms of getting my fingers back on.

- F... f*ck. Come on!
- Don't yell at me, man.

I didn't tell you to
grab a g*n with your hand.

I saved the day!

Now it's a new day.

And I want to spend it getting
my f*cking fingers put back on!

Come on! Where's John?

He said he was coming right back.

I... I need guidance.

I don't know if I'm allowed
to go to the hospital

or if these fingers are mine
or his, or what the f*ck!

Come on! I need guidance! g*dd*mn it!

g*dd*mn it, guidance.

You know, at this stage of this thing,

I feel like I need to remind you

of the context of these decisions.

WOMAN: Which is?

That a hostile regime
was perilously close

to acquiring devastating power,

and that these decisions
were made in a context...

Well, that simply couldn't happen.

JOHN: I can't see,

can't see very much right now.

I'm supposed to sh**t
somebody this morning.

I don't want to sh**t the wrong person.

BERNICE: Who are you trying to sh**t?

JOHN: No one in particular.

BERNICE: You're trying to
sh**t no one in particular?

Is that, um, that's a plan?

JOHN: Yeah.

BERNICE: You know, I know
I'm not supposed to ask

about the plan, I guess,

but now I have to ask about it
because that's a shitty plan.

And I'm mad at whoever
gave it to you, and...

JOHN: Well, it's not the
plan. It's the new plan.

After other plans got f*cked up.

But I've been involved
in some events here,

some events in Paris that tell a story

if you string them together.

You can guess the ending if you
stringed them together, so...

I need to make it look
like the story is over.

- By sh**ting a random person?
- Yeah.

BERNICE: Well... and that's
going to allow you to what?

JOHN: sh**t another person later.

But I can't really
see anybody right now,

so I can't really pick anybody to sh**t.

I'm saying, I kind of
want to pick someone

who sort of deserves it a little.

I thought some guy might
be scolding his wife

in a not cool way,

or some dude might kick
his dog, I was hoping.

But I can't f*cking see anything.

BERNICE: I'm not going... you
can't just sh**t someone, John.

- JOHN: Yeah, but I am.
- BERNICE: Well, you're not.

JOHN: Well, I am.

I'm just gonna wing
them, but I'm gonna do it.

BERNICE: There's no one doing
anything like what you said.

I don't see anyone
doing anything like that.

JOHN: sh*t.

BERNICE: There's just two old ladies,

and a guy, like, walking to work.

A kid playing the accordion

beside his father for spare change.

JOHN: Man, I really need
to sh**t somebody. f*ck.

PETER: So... okay, so
possibly, I can help.

JOHN: Cool.

PETER: We travel to Europe plenty.

- McMillan.
- JOHN: Okay.

PETER: These dark-haired boys
who play accordion in the Metro,

in the parks, right here,
they're not regular little boys.

They're accordion slaves.

BERNICE: Accordion slaves?

PETER: They're Romanian
slaves, these accordion boys.

They're abducted from
Romania, from Gypsy clans,

by older Gypsies, in order
to play accordion music here

for tourists, for spare change.

They sleep in crowded shitholes,

and they're paid monthly pennies.


They'll play these
melodies for ten years,

and never earn enough money

to buy, say, uh, an ordinary belt.

The accordion slaves of Paris.

They have pimps. See?

Right there.

BERNICE: That man is not his father?

PETER: No.

BERNICE: He's an accordion pimp.

PETER: Yep. He likely oversees

a clan of a hundred accordion boys.

I first took notice
a... a few years ago,

when these children's faces, I noticed,

even as they played their joyful tunes,

were bereft and soulless.

They have sl*ve faces.

Because they're forced
to panhandle forever.

For accordion pimps.

JOHN: Mom?

BERNICE: Yes.

JOHN: Can I sh**t the accordion pimp?

BERNICE: Yes.

What?

BERNICE: Well, I kind
of want to see that.

PETER: Me, too.

Well, just... watch from here, I guess.

Or just... leave would be best.

What do you do, Bernice?

BERNICE: Secretary of Transportation.

PETER: Of America?

BERNICE: Yeah.

PETER: You're a cabinet member?

BERNICE: Yeah.

PETER: You really shouldn't be here.

(ACCORDION PLAYING)

BERNICE: Is he doing this left-handed?

PETER: Uh, due... yeah... I
think, to... to the fingers.

BERNICE: Well... (STAMMERS)

Is that gonna affect his aim?

(ACCORDION STOPS)

Oh, no.

Oh, gosh.

What just happened? f*ck.

Yeah.

BERNICE: Did he sh**t the accordion boy?

PETER: He did, yeah. He did.

Yeah.

We should leave now.

Leave.

Yeah.

(SIREN WAILING)

f*ck!

Damn it.

I'm gonna take a nap.

Shut it down.

(EXHALES)

Shut it down.

Yeah, right.

f*ck!

(SIREN WAILING)

(PANTING)

(SIREN WAILING)

Sure sh*t?

JOHN: Yeah.

PETER: Maybe you're
not Sure sh*t anymore.

Maybe you should stop taking sh*ts, eh?

I'm not quite sure how this works,

but I imagine, John, if you
sh**t at someone and miss,

possibly, that someone
turns and sh**t back.

At you... no bueno.

So maybe it's time for
you to stop taking sh*ts...

... is what I'm saying,

John.

JOHN: I had to sh**t someone today, man.

It's just what I had to do.

And I didn't do it.

I just grazed that accordion boy.

He's not gonna go to the hospital.

- Big whoop.
- No, it is, Peter.

It's a whole thing.

It's not Milwaukee, it's a whole thing.

Someone had to go to the hospital.

ALICE: I don't understand.

If you know all this about my husband,

why don't you just arrest him?

AGATHE: He's been instructed

to commit a m*rder in Luxembourg.

Which is considered a crime in
Luxembourg, the instructions.

And I am obligated to learn

who his instructor is and arrest him.

For conspiracy to commit
a homicide in Luxembourg.

And I know who his instructor is.

I won't talk about that.

- Alice.
- What?

I need help organizing his arrest.

Alice, if you help me
arrest John's father,

I won't arrest John.

ALICE: What would happen to John?

Myna asked me why your husband is so sad

and I didn't know the
answer to that then,

but when I learned who
his instructor was, I knew.

Your husband brutalizes
anyone who interferes

with the execution of his instructions

and he can't stop doing this

because of the identity
of his instructor,

despite all the harm it causes him.

But you can make it stop if
you help me with this arrest.

Je veux la main.

What does that mean?

- I want the hand.
- The hand?

Not the sword.

I need two things, Alice,
to make this arrest.

I need proof Thomas
Tavner was in Luxembourg.

- You'll never get that.
- I have that.

Now I need to apprehend him
in the presence of the money,

the money that motivated these murders.

To seize him with this money,

over which two men d*ed,
I cannot do this alone.

Alice.

Your husband is crying
mercy, but he has no voice.

Please make sure Myna
attends to her math homework

as she's not a natural math student

and once you fall behind
in that discipline,

it is hard to catch up.

Agathe.

Why'd you take the money?

The answer will disturb you.

I don't care.

Your husband has physically
assaulted multiple men and women

who have come between
him and this money.

He would ravage the women I work with.

I took the money from them
because of your husband's

extraordinary brutality and aggression.

I want the women with whom I work

uninvolved in the final matters

of his and his instructor's
arrest and capture.

My colleagues aren't aware that
I continue to make this case.

They believe another
party's responsible.

That's safer for them.

So I'm alone.

So I need your help.

What the f*ck is wrong with you?

You're afraid of him but you
leave your daughter with him.

He wouldn't hurt Myna.

Am I wrong?

He's not yet, um...

I don't know the word.

Une goule.

It is almost like a monster.

But it's worse than a monster.

A ghoul?

A ghoul.

He's not yet a ghoul.

Please help me apprehend
the man who's changing him.

(PHONE CHIMES)

_

- I'm sorry.
- What?

I'm sorry, I just
forgot what's going on.

Everything's going on.

It's okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

John.

It's all right.

I'll be all right.

Let's get to the others.

♪ ♪

(PHONE CHIMES)

_

- (PHONE CHIMES)
- What did he say?

He said that he would only
listen to me when I'll be .

(GROANS)

♪ ♪
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