Splinter Cell: Deathwatch
Season 1
Original release date: October 14, 2025, on Netflix
Based on the Tom Clancy’s Splinter Cell video game franchise, the series is produced by Ubisoft Film & Television and animated by FOST Studio. Liev Schreiber stars as the voice of series protagonist Sam Fisher.
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Splinter Cell: Deathwatch – S01E01 – Up from the Grave | Transcript
[man] Contact. Cover’s blown.
[signal turns garbled] I need an evac…
[woman] Say again, Kersetz?
[Kersetz] Files secured. I’m burned.
Extract now.
[woman] Can you reach the rally?
[Kersetz] Negative!
I’m pinned in a corner.
[indistinct clatter] Shit. Someone’s coming.
Get me out, Grim!
[“Gatvės” by Domas.MOG playing]
[man] Hey, it’s not the time nor the place for a smoke.
Get back in position!
Sorry, I…
Jeez. Calm the hell down, man.
[grunts, strains]
[song continuing faintly over earbuds]
[Grim] Change of plan.
The asset has called for extraction.
[faint laughter]
The Shetland Files are nonnegotiable.
You’ve got to secure them, agent.
Uploading OPSAT inputs.
[Grim] Comms are gone.
Last GPS signal indicates he’s below ground.
Run silent, run deep.
Be fast, clock’s ticking.
[suspenseful music pulsing]
[radio squawks]
[speaking Lithuanian]
Hmm? [grunts]
[elevator dings]
[dings]
[men laughing] Huh?
Huh?
[music intensifies]
[elevator dings]
Huh? [grunts]
[disoriented groaning]
[music subsides]
[faint laughter in distance]
[multiple voices chattering in Lithuanian]
[surprised grunt]
[weapons powering up]
[scuffling, grunting]
[blows landing]
[Grim] What’s wrong?
Jo, what was that?
I’m on it.
[TV presenter]
He made it! This is amazing!
And now, De Bruyne!
De Bruyne! Unstoppable!
[murmuring] Astonishing goal from De Bruyne! Belgium…
[taut, suspenseful music continuing]
[clattering in distance]
[man] Heading out now.
Hmm.
No, nothing.
Did my best.
Send the cleaners.
What… [Grim gasps]
[Grim] Agent?
[agent breathing raggedly]
[monitor trilling shrilly]
Agent, do you copy?
Do you have eyes on the target?
[monitor beeping rapidly]
Could it be…
McKenna!
Agent?
Agent.
[music intensifies]
Splinter Agent, please respond!
[music trails off]
[suspenseful intro music playing]
[intro music trails off]
[cow moos]
[cow moos]
[door opening]
[door closing]
[man sighs heavily]
[phone ringing]
[in Polish] Hello, sir!
How soft is your mattress?
Did you know that Szczecin Mattress
[news program jingle playing]
It’s 8:00 p.m., and you’re watching World News Media.
Our biggest title of the day is Europe’s high point of the year.
Slated to serve as the keynote speaker at this year’s COP 31 event in Hamburg, Germany, Diana Shetland, CEO of Displace International, will be announcing major breakthroughs for the future of energy at this crucial climate summit.
While unable to ever fully escape the shadow of her infamous father and his private military company legacy, which still operates in more than a dozen countries, Ms. Shetland has nonetheless found ways to engage her time.
Now our focus goes to the small town of Maków Podhalański, where an incredible discovery has been made.
Archaeologists say they have found the largest and oldest network of underground tunnels…
[beeping rapidly]
[Grim] Shit.
It’s happening again. What is this?
[Jo] Goddammit!
[klaxon wailing]
What the hell is going on?
Something’s up. I can’t reconnect.
No, no, no, no, no!
We’re being hacked, Grim.
It’s pretty damn obvious. Solutions?
[Jo] Our CNDs are airtight.
The problem’s external.
They’re eating through the defenses.
We need to cut the power.
No. I got this.
[Grim] Jo!
I said, I got this.
No, you haven’t!
[Grim grunts]
[backup generators humming]
OPSAT is down.
They got us.
[Grim] Fuck!
[Grim panting]
[McKenna breathing shallowly]
[McKenna whimpers softly]
[resolute, subdued music playing]
[grunting]
[fleshy crunch]
[faint chatter in distance]
[in Lithuanian] Can’t we do this later?
We’re missing the whole game…
Shut up and help me. It’ll go faster.
[man] Blondie doesn’t look human anymore.
Chief took his time with him.
[clattering]
[fleshy squelch]
[groaning]
[cries out]
[groaning]
[phone buzzes]
[man struggling]
[silenced gunshots]
[crowd clamoring over TV]
[presenter in English]
That’s Witsel making a sacrifice.
[door opening]
Pow! And it’s a free kick for Poland.
[McKenna grunts]
Lewandowski places the ball after a final word with his captain.
It’s well within his range, but with the angle, he has no choice but to shoot directly at the goal.
The question is, can he get it over the wall?
Straight down the middle or top corner.
[taut, distressing music pulsing]
Lewandowski gets ready, and goal!
[rapid silenced gunshots]
Three-two. This is amazing!
[distressing music intensifies, subsides]
[Grim sighs]
Give me the damage.
System’s crippled till I can purge it.
You know, I really thought I could stop this.
Who can we get to McKenna?
We’re cut off.
Escape protocols are still in effect.
[sighs]
If she’s on her feet, she’ll know where to go.
There is one operative who could help her.
[Jo scoffs]
He’s been out of the game for years.
And last I checked, you two weren’t on the best of terms.
He’s not gonna get involved.
He’s not going to get a choice.
[in Polish] The spiderweb is designed to allow the spider to sense the presence of its trapped prey and quickly immobilize it by spinning around it.
[wind whistling]
[Kaiju murmuring sleepily]
[fire crackling]
[phone ringing]
[man grouses]
[in Polish] Hello, this is Piotr.
I have a question for you. I’d like to
[dial tone droning]
[McKenna grunts]
[panting]
Stupid.
Stupid.
It’s me.
I took a hit.
Anyone there?
[static buzzing]
[grunting]
Fuck’s sake.
[McKenna coughing]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[siren approaching]
[McKenna grunts] Fuck.
[phone ringing]
[Grim] McKenna. Are you okay?
[McKenna] I’m hurt.
Oh, shit. You have to go dark until we figure out who’s tampering with Echelon systems.
Comms are compromised.
Can you memorize coordinates?
Mmhmm.
[train horn blares] 54 degrees, 12 minutes, 38 north.
22 degrees, 49 minutes, 28 east.
Hang in there, Zinnia.
[train horn fading away]
[slow, steady ticking]
[bearded man grunts]
[man breathing raspily]
[ticking continues]
[phone touchpad beeping]
Rabbit in the field.
Get our people airborne.
[train rumbling]
[sighs softly]
[wind whistling]
[children giggling in distance]
[man] While the Russians toast with vodka, my friend, Americans do so with bourbon.
Cheers.
May our girls never have to see the things we have.
[animated, playful laughter]
[device beeping]
[man] Duty calls.
Come on, Sam.
[shrill grinding]
[train gears clanking]
[grimaces, panting]
[GPS beeps]
[taut, suspenseful music pulsing]
[soldier] Signal acquired.
Rabbit is in our sights. Moving in.
[engine roaring]
[klaxon wailing]
[vehicle approaches]
[tires skid] [crashing]
[Kaiju whimpers]
[wind whistling]
[windmill creaking loudly]
[suspenseful music pulsing]
[distant clatter]
[wind intensifying]
[soldier 1 panting]
What the hell?
[soldier 2 grunts]
[suspenseful music pounding]
[soldier panting]
[music subsides]
[wind whistling]
[phone disconnect tone droning]
[panting]
[thunk]
[floorboards creaking]
[grunting]
[coughing]
[bone crunches] [cries out]
[man breathing heavily]
[dial tone droning]
[phone ringing]
[Grim] You’re a hard man to reach, Sam Fisher.
That was a hell of a greeting card you sent me.
So, where am I taking her?
Ah.
[bearded man] Hmm.
Hmm.
Who’s the tooth fairy?
[engine turns over]
[“Alguém Me Disse” by Maysa playing]
[soulful bossa nova music playing]
[barks]
[“Alguém Me Disse” continuing]
[song ends]
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Splinter Cell: Deathwatch – S01E02 – Dinner First, Talk Later | Transcript
[faint, muffled crackling]
[moody, foreboding music playing]
[soldier 1] Alpha team to the left.
Bravo team to the right.
[soldier 2] Yes.
[soldier 3] Yes, sir.
[soldier 1] Stay alert.
Check the back of the building.
[soldier 3] Come on!
[soldier 2] North!
Clear.
[phone ringing]
[phone rings, beeps]
[soldiers continue chattering faintly]
Yes.
All of them.
No survivor, no trace.
It’s been taken care of.
Of course.
We are on their trail.
[device beeping steadily]
[suspenseful intro music playing]
[intro music trails off]
[man 1] The board has voted, Ms. Shetland.
And while our industry booms, our company wanes.
We’re a private military company, not a charity organization.
And your father never would have tolerated this.
I removed this company from my father’s shadow.
I built it up to where it stands today.
While you just sat there filling your pockets.
And I will not leave my stead without a fight.
You greedy bunch of fossils.
This project of yours is simply unrealistic.
We do not have the means to indulge this… folly.
Green futures, renewable energy…
What is all this?
[man 2, faintly] Come on!
[man 1] Diana.
Please, reconsider your decision.
[man 2] I’m head of this fucking company!
[man 2] It will be fine.
You know what? Here’s the deal.
In that case, we have no other choice but to seek your replacement.
[man 2] All right. I gotta go in now.
Replacement?
That’s ironic.
[door opening] So, sis, what did I miss, huh?
This meeting is reserved exclusively for the members of the Displace board.
We can’t allow family members to just
[loud, shrill scraping]
Well, the board has seen fit to remove me from my post.
Board? What board?
You mean these guys?
The League of Senile Gentlemen?
Come again?
Right, yes.
So, last week was my birthday.
[device playing peppy birthday chip tune] The grand ol’ 21.
The Shetland Trust surprised me…
Oh, and believe you me, it will be a surprise to you as well.
…by granting me full access to the investment portfolio, which my father…
Sorry, that is to say, our father.
…left me in his will.
And if you add up the shares sis and I own, well, that would make us the majority holder.
So…
Get the fuck out of my company.
Wait, what?
Chop chop. Off you fuck now.
[board member] This is a disgrace to your father’s legacy!
[birthday tune trails off]
[helicopter blades slowing down]
[engine turning over]
[moody, menacing music playing]
Let’s go get this fucking old man.
[tracking monitor beeping]
[beeps trailing off]
[wind whistling] [Kaiju barking]
[device beeping steadily]
[exhales]
[Kaiju huffing]
[Grim] You’re a hard man to reach, Sam Fisher.
[Fisher] That was a hell of a greeting card you sent me.
Where am I taking her?
Head to the safe house in Gdańsk.
And keep the agent safe.
[Fisher] I guess I’ll lay low till you send the rescue team.
[Grim] We had to go offline.
Don’t count on the cavalry.
McKenna has intel we can’t afford to lose.
I sense it’s big, Sam.
[Fisher] Hm. Remind me why I should care?
[Grim] Old friends.
Displace International.
[Fisher] Huh. I’ve missed you, Grim.
[Grim] No. No, you haven’t.
[moody, mysterious music playing]
[machinery whirring]
[doorbell rings]
[thud] [man struggling]
[man breathing raggedly]
Jesus, Sam.
How you been, Douglas?
All right. There’s a first time for everything.
Good thing I aced premed back at Quantico, huh? [chuckles] This is gonna hurt like hell.
On the count of three. One, two…
[Fisher screams]
[scream echoing faintly]
[wind whistling]
[ominous music playing]
[grunts]
The old man. He’s fucking with us.
[door closes] He sure is.
[engines turn over]
It’s been taking too long.
They will show up.
[bearded man] Eventually.
[intriguing, suspenseful music playing]
[sighs]
[elevator gears grinding]
[McKenna grunts softly]
I’m heading to the grocery store, Kaiju.
Need anything?
[Kaiju whines faintly]
That’s what I thought.
[siren wailing in distance]
[door chime jingles]
[monitor trilling]
I’ve got a signal.
All units at the ready.
Town Hall Square. Now!
[pleasant, folksy tune playing in background]
[menacing music building]
[tires skidding]
[menacing music continues]
[chimes jingling]
[shushes]
[whimpers nervously]
Hey!
[fleshy squelch]
[in Polish] Where is he?
I… I don’t know… Who?
[distant clattering]
[music intensifies]
[gasps]
[in English] I got him.
He’s headed to the arcade.
[growls]
[engine revving]
Over there!
[woman] Two o’clock. Headed to the church.
[tense music continuing]
[wind whistling faintly]
[monitor beeping] [woman] Hmm.
[startled grunt]
[metallic clang echoes]
[bearded man grunts]
[distant creaking]
[tense music escalating]
[man in Polish] Sir, is everything okay?
Please describe the situation.
I can’t hear you, sir.
You said there are three armed men inside the church.
Could you confirm it?
I’m sending a patrol car to you, sir.
[silenced gunfire] [body thuds]
[bell tolling]
[in English] Victor’s dead.
We are being played by a fucking old man.
[man over comms] She’s not real. No, no!
[bearded man] Go find him!
[distressing music playing]
[sighs]
[floorboards creaking]
[straining]
[Fisher breathing heavily]
[bearded man] Freya!
Go get him!
[grunting]
[Fisher grunts]
[distressing music pulsing]
[music halts abruptly]
[Fisher panting]
[trigger clicking]
I’m so done with you.
[music halts]
[car alarm blaring]
[both groaning]
[tense music playing]
[Freya breathing heavily]
[music intensifies]
[crying out in pain]
[shrill tone ringing]
[gasps]
[sirens wailing in distance]
There you are. Let’s celebrate.
We’re partners now.
[man chuckles]
The look on their faces.
So, listen.
You know, I have a ton of ideas for the new company direction–
And I would love to hear them, Charlie, I absolutely would, but today’s been a hell of a day, and tomorrow’s not looking any better.
Look, I get it, sis.
I know what you think of me sometimes, but I can really contribute here.
And you have.
You were great in there, Charlie.
What a show.
And the candle thing? Perfect.
I… I just… I’m a little fried right now.
Another time. Soon.
[Charlie] Another time. Sure.
You know, we’re a team now, like it or not.
I’m not one of them. I’m your brother.
Half-brother.
[moody, intriguing music playing]
[music trails off]
[Kaiju whines]
[gun cocking]
What is this place? Where am I?
Identify yourself!
We’re in Poland. Gdańsk.
Wait… You’re American?
Who the fuck are you?
[Fisher sighs]
Dinner first. Talk later.
So you’re Fisher?
Yeah. You sound surprised.
You ain’t exactly what I expected.
That’s all.
Well, that’s me.
Always defying expectations.
So, why don’t you tell me why the entire Eastern Bloc wants a piece of you?
[McKenna panting]
[inhales, exhales]
It’s not me they want a piece of.
[intriguing music playing]
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Splinter Cell: Deathwatch – S01E03 – Welcome to the 4th Echelon | Transcript
[man breathing deeply]
[monitor trilling]
[keyboard clacking]
[jarring, menacing music playing]
[Freya] So, anything?
He’s not a ghost.
I saw him. So should you.
I’m on it, boss.
I’m waiting.
[McKenna grunting]
[frying pan sizzling]
Come on, come on, come on.
[Freya] Zoom in.
In!
MATCH I got them. Send the fucking squad.
[wind whistling]
[McKenna] Time to go.
You want some coffee? There’s one for you.
Coffee? Nah. Gives me the jitters.
Suit yourself.
[foreboding music playing]
Shit’s still warm.
We’ve missed them.
Fuck.
So, uh, you wanna tell me where we’re going?
Drive first. Questions later.
[Kaiju whines inquisitively]
[suspenseful intro music playing]
[music trails off]
[Grim] Jesus.
We’re flying blind here, Jo.
No comms, no OPSAT.
And agents in the field who need our help?
We need someone who can get our systems back up.
[Jo] Anyone on that list could be compromised.
Last thing we want to do is lead the hackers to Fort Meade.
I have an idea, but it’s a long shot.
How long?
Canada. Winnipeg, probably.
You’ll like him.
He hacked the NSA a while back.
Get me on a plane.
[crowd clamoring]
[“Concerto” from Vivaldi’s “The Four Seasons” playing]
[elegant, dynamic classical music playing]
[in German] All clear with number one.
[audience clapping rhythmically]
[emcee] Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to this year’s keynote speaker, Diana Shetland.
[audience member] Brava!
[Diana] Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
[classical music trails off]
[Diana] For too long, corporate attitudes have been focused on expanding the competitive environment in search of greater and greater profit.
But profit comes at a cost.
Climate change.
Mass migration.
Famine.
Societal collapse.
All-too-real challenges our world faces today.
At Displace International, we have worked tirelessly to make our planet a safer place.
And today, safety means finding a way to provide the energy the planet needs without ignoring the needs of the planet.
A time for change is upon us.
And with that, I give you Xanadu.
A wholly manmade, self-sufficient island.
Wind, solar, and hydroelectric power.
All clean energies working together toward a brighter, safer, better future.
For us, for our children, and our children’s children.
[audience cheering]
Get close on this one.
[tinny classical music playing]
[elegant classical music building]
[plane PA chimes]
[music halts]
[dogs barking]
[“Keep Hustlin” playing]
[forceful hip-hop music playing]
[song continues over headphones]
[door chime jingles]
[door opens, closes]
[Grim clears throat]
Here for a pickup?
Yes.
Name?
[Grim] Thunder.
Who’s asking?
[somber music playing]
[Fisher] I’ll be back soon, Kaiju.
[Kaiju whimpering] Be nice, will you?
You’re okay.
[Kaiju whining softly]
Bye.
Shall we?
Sorry about the canine.
She’ll be fine.
Unfortunately, she’s used to it.
What about you?
Me?
[engine sputtering]
[engine turns over]
I’m always up for a road trip.
[Thunder] So.
You’re NSA?
[Diana] Uh, no.
We work under direct orders of the president of the United States.
We’re 4th Echelon.
[Thunder] Thought that didn’t exist.
It was just a rumor.
And that’s how we like it.
Our job is to support the field operatives tasked with the most demanding and dangerous intelligenc-egathering missions our nation has to offer.
Our nation?
I’m Canadian.
You do realize this is Ojibwe territory, right?
[Grim] Full scholarship to MIT, dual majors in computer science and electrical engineering, magna cum laude…
We need you.
You singlehandedly broke down three governments with the Copenhagen cable leaks, right?
You do know Canada and the US signed a treaty on extradition?
You gonna arrest me?
That’s what I thought.
Look, lady, I’m flattered, but all of that’s behind me.
You have a safe journey back, though, eh?
No, you listen to me.
The situation is dire.
I will not take no for an answer.
I’ve got two agents stranded on the field in the dark.
We suspect shadow ops dealing in chaos algorithms, Masse kernels, or…
Chaos algorithms?
[Grim continuing faintly] Hold on. Did you say chaos algorithms?
Give me your phone.
Excuse me?
Your phone. Now.
[intriguing music pulses]
Аnd please pick up that cig butt, would you?
[Grim] What are you doing?
Oh, there it is.
Wow. What a mess.
You’re in deep.
That was careless.
Lucky I’ve got this place monitored.
[car door closes]
Are we doing this, or what?
[engine turns over]
[McKenna] Since you don’t seem in any hurry to finish eating those things, I have to ask.
What’s an ex-Splinter agent doing living in Poland?
[Fisher sighs]
There are no ex-Splinter agents.
The countryside here is quiet.
I like it.
Look, can I ask why we’re driving halfway across Poland?
Lukas Kersetz, CIA.
We’re headed to his old apartment.
He was a plant in Displace International.
Rings a bell.
CIA doesn’t go after corporate espionage.
Times have changed.
I went out to help him with his investigation.
We thought Displace were gonna sell their green energy patents to China, or Russia.
If you can create cheap, renewable power from the ocean, you can power a navy.
[clerk] Can I see your ID?
[McKenna] Base missiles and aircraft off the coast of any country at any time.
What’s their endgame?
Don’t know yet.
We were collecting intel, but… things didn’t go as planned.
[introspective music playing]
[Fisher] You two get close?
[McKenna sighs]
A bit more than that.
[Fisher] Mmm.
Well, that’s against the rules.
But we’ve all been there.
Where is he now?
He’s dead.
Hm.
[engines whooshing]
[aggressive metal music pounding]
[song continuing faintly over headphones]
[“Ce matinlà (Vegyn remix)” by Air playing]
[door chimes]
[tranquil electronic music continues]
Anna, you made it. I’m glad.
And you must be Thunder.
Welcome to 4th…
Echelon.
How did you manage to–
I’m good.
[Thunder] All right, baby.
Show me what you got.
[tranquil music intensifies]
[music trails off]
We could get this to Grim if we could contact her.
She has the tools to extract–
It’s not enough.
For security, we split the files between two places.
The other half is in his watch, at our apartment here in Szczecin.
[McKenna grunts]
I need to go get it.
[sighs]
[Fisher] You’re not ready.
Step away, man.
And my old bones could use some exercise.
I said, move your ass.
Now is not the time for revenge, agent.
You’ve got to rest.
Believe me, your time will come.
But it’s not now.
[moody, introspective music playing]
[inhales, exhales softly]
Fine.
[McKenna] I’ve lived in dozens of places, but this was the only one that felt like a home.
Apartment 404.
[man grunts]
[in Polish] Somewhere in the hallway.
Haven’t you heard anything?
[tense music playing]
No, that’s not it.
[McKenna in English]
It’s a nice, large, cozy loft.
As you enter, you’ll see a narrow hallway.
Walk down it and head to the bedroom.
Last door on the right.
[man in Polish] Let go!
Huh?
[grunting, wheezing]
[low, menacing music playing]
[clattering]
[menacing music building]
[struggling faintly]
[menacing music intensifies]
[silenced gunfire]
[tense music pulsing]
[Fisher breathing steadily]
[in English] What?
I’m sorry.
[haltingly] Ms. Shetland asked for you to call back ASAP.
[Freya] Bedroom. Now.
[McKenna] There were a few places he’d hide things.
If I had to guess, I’d try the dresser.
There’s a compartment behind the middle drawer.
[gun cocks] [sputters] [Fisher] Shh.
[whispering] Thank you.
Yes. Yes, ma’am. I understand.
[man cries out] What… You two, with me.
Didn’t you say the room was cleared?
Fuck!
Come on, hurry the fuck up.
We need to find the son of a bitch.
[holding breath silently]
[inhales deeply, exhales]
Getting sloppy, Fisher.
[“Beast Mode” by Olivier Bibeau playing]
♪ Ready for war, ready for action
Ain’t no report, gripping the traction ♪
Do you need something?
[driving, forceful hip-hop playing]
♪ I’ll never come down
I’m making hits by doing these sounds ♪
[Grim] Sorry. Did you need something?
Wait, what?
[song continuing faintly]
Do you need anything?
Coffee, I guess.
How’s your mission going?
It’s done.
What do you mean?
Mission accomplished.
All connections are back.
It’s done.
[phone buzzes]
Fisher.
Ready?
[Fisher sighs] Been too long, Sam.
Not long enough, Grim. Jo.
Sam. McKenna.
Glad to see you’re in better shape.
You got lucky.
Thunder here reestablished the comms in record time.
Wow. Good to meet you, Thunder.
You can call me Zinnia.
And this rattled old coffin-dodger is Sam Fisher.
Nice to meet you.
We’ve been busy.
You sure your name ain’t Bolesław Miłosz?
[moody, suspenseful music playing]
[McKenna] What’s going on?
Fisher?
[Fisher] If he knows that name…
[vehicle approaching] …so do they.
[man in Polish] Come on.
[in English] Come on.
Welcome to the 4th Echelon, Thunder.
Okay, hold up.
Can someone tell me what just happened?
[moody, suspenseful music intensifying]
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Splinter Cell: Deathwatch – S01E04 – Scars of Bagram | Transcript
[vehicle accelerating]
[tense, frenetic music pulsing]
[tires skidding]
[bursts of gunfire]
How you holding up back there?
Holding up.
[growls] Shit.
Fuck.
[McKenna grunts]
Two left.
Make ’em count.
[breathing steadily]
Watch out!
[horn blares]
[horn continues blaring]
[panting]
Damn it.
[jet engine revving in distance]
[winces]
One left.
Make it count.
Get ready.
Now!
[forceful, driving music playing]
Get inside!
[cries out]
[sirens wailing, drawing nearer]
[suspenseful intro music playing]
[music trails off]
[Fisher sighs]
You want to tell me about him?
[scoffs] What for?
Because you and I are soldiers, and if we don’t talk, we rot from the inside out.
Which is neither good for us, or the job.
Yeah.
I’m fine with rotting.
Okay.
Here’s to rotting.
And to making them pay.
[taut, suspenseful music playing]
[breathing silently]
[reporter] World leaders flock to Europe, eager to get a firsthand glimpse at the groundbreaking technology.
[automated voice] …not available.
At the tone, please record your message.
So, how did Xanadu come to be?
Thanks. Well, I’m just doing my part.
We all have a voice…
I don’t need excuses, Hans.
I told you I needed the report yesterday.
[photographers clamoring]
Thank you.
[applause]
[Diana speaking indistinctly]
[operator] …not available.
The one event this brat needs to attend, and he can’t even show up.
Yes. He didn’t reply to any of my calls.
I don’t know–
I didn’t know ignorance was part of your job description.
If I say my brother is needed, I expect him to be there.
Phone.
Fully charged.
As you requested.
[distraught music playing]
[heart beating]
[knock at door]
[Grim] Keep an eye on her.
Can’t afford to let things get out of hand again.
I like her style.
She reminds me of you.
And that worries me.
She disobeyed direct orders, jeopardizing my whole operation and my team.
[Fisher] Well, that’s what happens when you let two agents get friendly in the field.
Becomes personal.
[Grim chuckles wryly]
Look who’s talking, lecturing about getting personal.
Diana.
I heard her name.
She’s directly involved in this mess.
I worry you might get too involved as well.
You’ve got unfinished business.
[faint, distant wailing]
[wailing continues]
No one beyond this point.
Orders from the C-Get out of my way.
[man] I suggest you think long and hard about your next answer.
Douglas.
And it better not be “I don’t know.”
I’m to escort the prisoner to airstrip 12.
Imminent extradition.
[prisoner coughing, gagging]
[prisoner gasps, falls silent]
He walked in here on his own two feet.
And we walked into his trap.
I lost four of my men today.
Four. We need answers.
Instead, you’ve only got a body.
I have to report this to command.
You’ll report nothing.
They drop us into this hellhole like flies, and you expect what?
Strict protocol? Don’t be naive.
Easy, Sam.
Terrorists are better off being handled right here in the field by the likes of us.
Camp Delta.
It’s being built as we speak, off the coast of Cuba.
That’s where your friend would have ended up.
Rotting away in some cell 8,000 miles from here, while we serve as glorified cannon fodder.
And… And for what?
So that politicians and lobbyists can pat each other’s back on a job well done?
This war is the trap, and you’re falling right into it.
All yours.
You’re my brother, Sam, but at the end of the day, you’ve got to choose.
Them or us.
[Jo] Displace International.
[Grim] All these years, Shetland has been hard at work to bury any links to private military companies.
[Jo] According to my data, Displace’s subsidiary PMC, Black Arrow, was disbanded.
Well, I can assure you, it’s still very much alive and kicking.
[Grim] Whatever intel Lukas had, it must have been big for Shetland to risk their cover blown over it.
[Thunder thumps wall]
[Thunder] I love puzzles, but that is next level. I love it!
I’ll spare you the details.
I can tell you the watch and this tooth are connected somehow. But how?
There’s no plug, no visible drive…
Unless…
A clue.
Water.
What’s with the spit?
[Thunder] Nature’s prime conductor.
Bio encryption requires salinity differentials to create a current.
[intriguing music playing]
[Fisher] Hmm.
[Thunder] And… there.
[Thunder chuckles wryly]
Genius.
Is it unblocked?
[Thunder] No. Still need some sort of key.
A waveform.
Ah, seriously?
Lukas clearly built this so no one but him could access it.
Or someone close to him.
[grunting rhythmically]
Hey.
Got a minute?
[exhales]
[McKenna] So, Thunder found a code, split between the tooth and the watch, and now he needs a what?
A key. A waveform.
Something to bridge the two sets of data.
Any clues?
McKenna, you’re the only one who knew him.
I just scored IDs for Shetland’s men.
We should go after them instead of wasting time.
We need the intel before we move.
Proof, motives, probable cause.
Look… I know what it’s like.
To lose someone.
And it’s even harder to focus when the wounds are fresh.
I can’t believe it.
You’re my therapist now?
Spare me. I need a beat.
[door opens]
[sighs]
[door closes]
[ship’s horn blaring]
[tense, suspenseful music playing]
Hey! First time crewing up?
Yep. Hope I don’t break anything.
[shrill whistling]
[ship’s horn blaring]
♪ Stay here with me ♪
[“Sos” by Timothy Fleet playing]
♪ Tonight ♪
[upbeat, energetic pop-rock playing]
♪ I’m sending out an SOS ♪
♪ It’s the real thing, not a test ♪
♪ I’m sending out an SOS ♪
♪ It’s the real thing, not a test ♪
[song warps, slows]
[McKenna shudders]
[distressing music playing]
[distressing music trails off]
[“Sos” continuing faintly through earbuds]
[panting evenly]
[“Eternal Flame” by the Bangles playing]
[gentle, lilting pop song playing]
♪ Close your eyes ♪
♪ Give me a hand, darling ♪
[Thunder]
With all due respect to your boyfriend, the Bangles’ greatest hits? Really?
[McKenna] That was our song.
Could it work?
Well, I guess a song is a waveform.
[song halts]
Lukas wanted to make sure only Zinnia would access the files.
Let’s see what it means.
They’re financial ledgers.
May I?
Okay.
Oh, there. The real ones.
Diana’s got two sets.
Our old friend isn’t the billionaire she wants the world to think she is.
Xanadu is deep in the red, drowning in it, for lack of a better word.
But what does that get us?
[Grim] It gets her delisted and a white-collar sentence to be levied long after she’s taken up comfortable residence in a country lacking any discernible extradition measures.
So, not enough.
What’s in the other files?
[Thunder] They’re all encrypted, and not by Lukas.
It seems they’re a blueprint of a personal device, like a phone.
Code’s locked tighter than Fort fucking Knox.
Yeah? Well, even Fort Knox has a door.
Let’s find it.
Stop there. That one. Green Gables.
What’s in that?
It’s just an audiobook.
Wait…
[Fisher] This one’s different.
How did you know? This file’s striped.
Meaning?
Meaning we need the original device and this file to access the data within it.
A phone which can only belong to one person.
Diana Shetland.
Wait, what?
Jo, can you give us an update on Diana’s next public appearances?
Tomorrow. The Grand Hotel, Hamburg.
She’s holding a gala event, a private fundraiser.
[Fisher] You ready, Cinderella?
Sounds like we’re going to the ball.
[McKenna] Anyone want to tell me what the hell this is all about?
Sam Fisher and the Shetlands… is a long story.
[delicate, intriguing music playing]
[doorbell rings]
[woman] Di, can you get that?
[mysterious music playing]
[mysterious music continuing]
[music trails off]
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Splinter Cell: Deathwatch – S01E05 – Simple As That | Transcript
[woman in Russian]
Have a good meal, everybody. There you go.
Yeah, there’s brown bread with butter.
Well, guys, let’s dig in.
That’s tasty!
[“Spiele mich an die Wand” by Alain Bashung playing]
[funky synthpop music playing]
[song trails off]
[suspenseful intro music playing]
[music trails off]
[siren wailing faintly in distance]
[McKenna] Comm check one.
[Jo] Clear.
What you’ve got in your hands is a perfect replica of Diana’s phone.
Custommade, state-of-the-art decoy.
[McKenna] Operation Dreamcatcher?
Is that[Jo] Thunder’s idea.
Shetland likes to stay off the grid.
Head-of-state-level security.
[Thunder] Making it was no small feat.
I loaded the decoy with retina and fingerprint scanners, IMSI catchers…
[McKenna] Hence the name. Dreamcatcher.
See? She gets it.
The decoy is linked to a decoder.
You find hers, swap it, connect the real phone to an OPSAT, and all you have to do is–
Wait for Diana to activate the decoy.
[Grim] Letting her fall for the bait.
In and out. Simple as that.
You should head out soon. Where’s Fisher?
Ugh.
The old man’s taking his sweet time.
[shaver buzzing]
[man 1] Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya.
You’ve served with Lieutenant Commander Douglas Shetland in over 18 high-profile missions abroad.
Is that right?
[Fisher] That is correct.
[man] On 12th April, 2002, did you or did you not report major oversights in the handling of mission protocol, which in turn led to the death of four Navy SEALs at Bagram, as well as the capture and untimely death of inmate number 2453?
[storm rumbling]
[judge] Commander Fisher, answer the question, please.
Yes, I did.
[agitated murmuring]
[judge banging gavel]
[judge] Despite over 12 years of unfaltering service and commitment to the nation, the jury has found substantive evidence on the counts of insubordination, misbehavior before the enemy, and neglect of duty.
On all the aforementioned counts, the jury has found the defendant guilty, therefore sentencing you to immediate dishonorable discharge.
[thunder rumbles] [car door slams]
[somber, distressing music playing]
[judge] Douglas Shetland, you have failed in your mission to this country and its people.
My father spoke highly of you too.
Absolutely.
You can count on me, Mr. Morata.
We are humbled by your kind contribution.
Indeed, strong family bonds are of the utmost importance.
Naturally, he will be here tonight.
Thank you.
[somber classical cello music playing]
Make sure he’s on time.
[haltingly] Mr. Morata?
Don’t be dimwitted. Charlie.
What should we do about her?
People are supposed to mingle, not mourn.
Get me a pianist. Something jazzy.
And let’s get rid of the cello, shall we?
We had her fly in this morning from St. Petersburg.
We can’t just–
You’re right.
Let’s send her back in a train.
[man] Diana!
Bertrand! Mon cher! Welcome!
[whispers] Charlie. Hurry!
[Bertrand in French] This is marvelous!
[dynamic, engaging music playing]
[Grim] Shetland will be looking to make an impression on potential investors.
McKenna, you are Grace Palmer, a journalist for Fame magazine.
Got you.
[Grim] Get up close, gather intel, avoid blowback.
Do I need a cover?
You’re the driver.
No one cares.
Hmm.
[crowd clamoring]
Good luck, kid. And don’t make a mess.
Who, me? I would never.
[dramatic music booms]
[photographer] Charlie, over here!
Mr. Shetland! Mr. Shetland!
Hi, how are you?
Charlie, here. Charlie.
Judy Grant, Fame magazine.
Can you tell us more about your charming new girlfriend we saw on your boat in Porto Cervo?
Oh. [chuckles wryly] Which one?
[photographer]
Charlie, over here, this way.
[crowd clamoring]
[playing graceful, jazzy music]
Nice to see you here.
What a gorgeous event.
Yes, we can definitely talk more–
[Charlie] Sis!
[in German] I’m here.
[in English] Oh, thank you for gracing us with the privilege of an appearance.
You know I hate these fucking things.
What, fundraisers?
The people.
You and I both.
Right now, it’s crucial we appear strong.
Together.
Well, then. To us?
No. To…
To Xanadu.
[playing kicky flourish]
I’d feel more comfortable infiltrating the Kremlin in my pajamas.
I stand out a mile in this dress.
[Grim] In these kinds of events, standing out is the point.
[Fisher] Soccer’s a nice distraction.
Great game. Never could wrap my head around the rules though.
[man in German]
…he covers the right corner pretty well.
I’d rather bet on the bottom left.
What an exciting moment for both teams!
[Grim in English] FYI, they call it football around here.
[Fisher] Potato, potahto.
Do we have an eye on the target?
Both eyes.
Ready to move.
Phone.
It’s right…
Oh.
Oh, you have got to be kidding.
I left it back in the room. Charging.
I… I’m sorry. I’ll be right back.
Did you get that?
So much for “in and out,” huh?
Okay, team, change of plans.
Thunder, skim through the hotel’s database.
We need a room number.
Sam, get to that phone before they do.
[Fisher] On it.
[drivers chatting indistinctly]
[car alarm blaring]
[in German] What is happening here?
Shit.
What’s happening?
Fucking shit.
[taut, suspenseful music playing]
[in English] So, where am I headed?
[Thunder] One moment.
[grunts]
[Thunder] There. Room 1667.
[Jo] Top floor. Exit to the right.
[Grim] You find the phone, in and out.
Let me guess.
Simple as that. Copy.
[elevator music playing]
[elevator dings]
[Grim] Seems we’ve got company.
Good night.
[Grim] Diana’s assistant.
You better hurry then, Sam.
No worries. I got it.
[suspenseful music intensifying]
[Thunder] Sam. At the third floor, exit and take the elevator on your right.
Now.
[tinny elevator music playing]
Come on, come on, come on!
[Thunder] Let’s not give this young guy any reason to panic.
We’ll just take him on a slow tour of every single floor.
[intriguing music building]
[elevator music playing]
Come on, Thomas.
Pull your shit together.
Problem solved.
You’ve got two minutes, Sam.
Don’t waste time.
That would be wonderful.
Let me know when it’s done.
[elegant music playing]
[Charlie] Have we met before?
Don’t think so. I would remember.
Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shetland.
Grace Palmer.
I’m writing a profile of your sister Diana for Fame magazine.
I was interviewed by Fame on the red carpet.
That would be Judy, my assistant.
If you say so.
And who invited you to my event?
Why–
I would know.
I know everything.
I own this company with my sister, you know.
This night means a lot to us, and I have been through the guest list over and over, and I don’t recall a Grace Palmer.
Of course not.
But Patricia, your publicist, would.
Because you don’t think I make the calls here?
[tense music building]
[chuckles]
Relax! I’m just fucking with you.
Besides, I have a much better topic for your article.
Me, Charlie Shetland.
Care for a drink?
Oh, tell her hello from me.
I haven’t seen her in so long!
Absolutely.
[Thunder] That was close.
[Grim] Too close.
[tinny elevator music playing]
[man in German] All security personnel, report immediately to the basement.
[Jo in English] Okay, Sam.
Here’s your chance. Your cover is safe.
Security has reported a burglary in the parking lot.
[Thunder] Hold till I say.
Roger that.
[football game continuing on TV]
And… go.
End of hall. Last room on the right.
You sure we got the right room?
[Thunder] Good question.
Shitty answer.
[Thunder] We don’t have a visual in the room itself.
Just be careful. There could be someone.
Hmm.
You gotta be shitting me.
[Charlie] What makes a journalist from Fame, such as yourself, take interest in our endeavors?
[McKenna] I’ve always had an interest in women CEOs, and your sister…
Well, she’s formidable.
Do you think you could…
Ah, sorry, I shouldn’t ask.
No, no, no. Ask away.
Well, I would love to get a chance to meet her in private.
[chuckles] I’m sure you would.
Perhaps do a double profile feature with you?
I guess I could arrange that.
[suspenseful music playing]
Where is that stupid phone?
[Thunder] We’re out of floors to hold him back. You’ve got 30 seconds.
Give me a sec.
[Thunder] You don’t have a sec, man.
Hurry up!
Bingo.
[door opening]
[keypad lock beeps]
[Thomas] Jesus!
You scared me. Where is it?
[security] Sorry, sir, I don’t understand. Where’s what?
[Thomas] The boss’s phone, bonehead!
[Fisher] I’m out.
Okay.
Part one achieved.
We can plug the phone into the decoder.
[Fisher] Got it.
[Thunder] System’s operational.
Ready for data transfer.
[Grim] All right, McKenna.
Time to get Diana’s finger on that phone.
But please…
Would you like to come with me?
…do not cut off her finger.
I would love nothing more.
[Diana] We look forward to that very much.
[suspenseful music intensifying]
Ah. Finally here when I need you.
I want you to meet Grace Palmer. Fame mag.
It’s a real honor to meet you, Ms. Shetland.
Wait. Bourbon.
[sighs] I’m so sorry.
Long day.
Well, I guess it comes with being an inspiring leader of our time.
Amen to that.
We need to stick together as women.
Charlie, so how did you meet?
Well, you know, sis, I’ve asked Mrs. Palmer–
Ms.
Ms. Palmer to do a profile on us two.
For the title, I was thinking, “In the name of the Father, the Daughter, and the Holy Spirit.”
I would be the Holy Spirit, of course.
Ah, I see.
Sure, why not.
Let’s arrange that ASAP.
[uneasy stinger]
Apologies. I’ll be right back.
[Grim] McKenna?
[tense, fraught music playing]
[whispers] What are you doing here?
You look like shit.
[ominous, distressing music playing]
[Grim] McKenna?
What the fuck?
Do you see him?
[Grim] We do. Stay focused.
You are on a mission here.
Yes, I am.
Any news from our friend on the boat?
Everything as planned.
I tried calling, but…
You need to see this.
[gasps]
Him.
Let’s not make a fuss.
The last thing we want is a commotion.
Check every room, every hallway.
I want confirmation.
Consider it done.
And Gunther, change that thing.
It’s…
Just change it.
Let’s go.
Okay, McKenna. Situation’s changed.
We need you to move fast.
McKenna?
You want simple, right?
I’ll give you simple then.
[clears throat] So, uh, Ms. Shetland?
About your phone… I swear to God, I left it right on the side–
Thunder, make the call. Now.
[Thunder] At your service.
[tense music playing]
[door closes]
[haltingly] Ms. Shetland, as I was saying, your phone…
I’m sorry, I didn’t… I mean, I couldn’t…
You didn’t, you couldn’t, what?
[phone buzzes] Is this some sort of joke?
Good job, kid.
[static crackles] Hello?
Hello? Mr. Morata?
[disconnect tone drones]
Care to explain?
I…
Don’t bother. You’re fired.
Please follow me, sir.
[Grim] Time to get out of there.
McKenna?
[suspenseful music playing]
[Grim] Zinnia!
[McKenna] Taking care of something.
Meet you in two minutes. Service exit.
Wait a minute, wait a mi… Ah, shit.
[engine starts]
[suspenseful music continuing]
[inhales, exhales steadily]
What the hell are you doing?
[distressing music escalating]
[McKenna grunting]
[tense music playing]
[tires skid]
Fuck!
[frenetic outro music playing]
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Splinter Cell: Deathwatch – S01E06 – The Man is the Mission | Transcript
[rain pattering]
[blow landing]
[woman grunts]
[indistinct clattering]
[gravel crunching]
[metallic clang]
[Grim] McKenna was compromised.
You were not.
But if you continue down this path, you will be.
Fuck!
[Grim] Threatening to derail everything we have accomplished thus far.
Either you do this with me, or I do it alone.
How much longer on the files from Shetland’s phone?
I’ve sequenced the datasets.
Running data decryption… now.
Fuck! Like a needle in a motherfucking haystack.
We’ve got a visual. They’re heading north.
[Grim] Sam, you copy that?
Cut right. Now.
[engine revving]
[truck horn blares]
[horn honks]
Ah!
No!
[Grim] Where the hell is he going?
The tunnel’s over a mile long.
Satellite’s useless.
Can we link up with CCTV? Speed cams?
No CCTV.
And it’s the German autobahn, Anna.
No speed limits.
There you are.
Wait a minute.
Fuck’s sake. Which one?
[jarring, menacing music playing]
We’ve lost her.
[menacing music trails off]
[suspenseful intro music playing]
[music trails off]
[Diana] Yes.
We proceed. Leave no stone unturned.
The last thing we need is for a decrepit ghost to derail our plans.
[man] What about the agent?
Deal with her as you see fit.
[hesitating] Ms. Shetland?
Remind me. Your name?
Milena.
Your new assistant?
Ah. Of course.
[haltingly] I, uh…
Your schedule, for this evening.
Decline it all. And scrap my calendar.
I’ve got far more pressing matters to attend to.
[restrained, introspective music playing]
[Grim] Let’s get you back to HQ. Debrief.
Sam?
Listen to me.
Zinnia chose her path.
The man is not the mission.
[Fisher] The man is always the mission.
Fisher! Don’t you dare go…
And… he’s offline.
Guess that means no debrief, then.
How will he even find her if he’s off-grid?
Sam’s a lone wolf.
He has his ways.
[McKenna grunts]
[Karimi] No identification.
No known family members.
No civilian or military records.
Not even a viable DNA sample.
I know. I’ve never been a trip-down-memory-lane type of person.
[Karimi] Right. Let’s get to it, then.
We’re seasoned professionals, after all.
Among the personal belongings of a mutual acquaintance of ours, Mr. Lukas Kersetz, we happened upon this photograph.
What is in the tooth, Zinnia?
It must be something important for you to butcher your lover like that.
I’ve always hated going to the dentist.
You will die. Screaming.
Not a talker.
Can’t say I’m surprised.
[McKenna grunts, seethes]
That tooth, Zinnia…
What’s in it?
Green Gables is an encrypted audiobook hiding over 3,000 scanned documents.
[Jo] Most of them, if not all, are heavily redacted.
Isn’t that standard procedure for a company like Xanadu?
It would be if this were the CIA.
Any clues as to what they could contain?
We’re still mining the datasets, but from what we’ve gathered so far, there are scientific documents, articles, peer reviews…
Most documents seem to be tests for generators for solar, wind, and wave energy.
Xanadu’s proprietary patent.
What is Shetland hiding?
[Charlie] Everything.
I did everything, just as you asked.
And now all is ready for your big parade, but…
[Diana] But?
[Charlie] The whole thing feels so… dull.
And formal. We’re missing the fireworks.
Fireworks are not exactly environmentally friendly, are they?
Finally, the eyes of the whole world are upon us, and all you can do is talk windmills, solar farms, Mother Nature.
Boring!
[Diana] Charlie, patience.
At the fundraiser, you showed restraint and class.
A true Shetland.
Dad would have been proud of you.
[frenetic party music playing]
[music continuing faintly below]
[Charlie] “Those who want the world to change know that they must break it.”
You know who wrote that?
A true Shetland.
What are you implying?
[Charlie] Don’t you see it?
By focusing on Europe, you appear desperate and weak.
China, India, Russia…
They would die for our tech!
Let’s make them beg for it.
[Diana] You’ve had too much to drink.
[Charlie] If Dad were alive, he would agree with…
Don’t you dare speak on behalf of my father.
What would you know of him anyway?
A handful of vague memories?
A few lines from a memoir he probably didn’t even write?
I know the legacy. I am its future.
Did you get the memo?
[Charlie] I did.
I’ve spoken to someone about the Green-X situation.
[Diana] Good. A chopper will be waiting for you at dawn.
Be there.
And Charlie…
You know I care about you, brother.
Half-brother.
[tense, menacing music playing]
[flames roaring]
[Karimi] You know we are nearing the breaking point.
Time to say something.
Diana Shetland really thinks she and her henchmen can torture and kill their way to success.
Because you think you’re better?
All you agents are the same.
Emboldened by your air of moral superiority.
All that ego.
It seeps…
[emphatically] …out of every single pore.
[grunting in pain]
Don’t fool yourself.
You did all of this for nothing.
Lukas died for nothing.
And you will die for a tooth.
I’m not done with you yet.
I already told you.
I’m not telling you shit.
[Karimi] You see this?
The Turks have a popular saying.
Nazar değmesin.
A curse. “Don’t tempt the evil eye.”
As soon as I saw you, I knew your death will serve to pay for the sins of Sam Fisher.
[menacing music droning]
[McKenna cries out]
[pained cry echoing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[in German] All in order, Berzins?
It’s chilly, isn’t it?
As always.
[staticky bursts]
What’s going on?
[Berzins] How should I know?
I’ll have a look.
Understood.
Everything all right, Berzins?
[gasps]
Shit!
[silence]
[Fisher tuts]
[in English] I’m looking for her.
What floor?
[Jo] I think I’ve got something.
Seems like Shetland cherrypicked young researchers to write reviews of the wave generators built into Xanadu.
You think the tech is faulty?
[Jo] Hard to tell.
Xanadu’s wave generators would be the first fully functioning tech of its kind.
A groundbreaking feat, to be sure.
If Shetland wants to get her product to market before the new year, any dysfunction would be a secret worth dying for.
The authors of said reports have all gone AWOL.
No online activity in the past two weeks.
Could be coincidental. It’s the holidays.
Either that or, poof, scientists gone.
Let’s not make conjectures at this stage.
What else have we got?
[Jo] This one. Hans Klimt, CEO of Green-X, a tech firm based in Hamburg.
A longtime collaborator of the Shetlands and a friend of the family.
Seems like Green-X was the main testing facility for some of Xanadu’s major technologies.
Right after Diana took over, he questioned her strategy and Xanadu’s efficiency in an interview.
He wasn’t present at the Xanadu unveiling, or at the fundraiser.
[Thunder] Guys?
I think you want to see this.
The building affected is a renowned tech laboratory known as Green-X.
The cause of the incident is still unknown, as firefighters attempt to reach over 30 employees, including the company’s CEO, who are believed to be trapped inside.
Still think it’s coincidental?
Burning laboratories, dead partners, disappearing reviewers?
Not a chance in hot hell.
[in German] Of course I saw the game.
Did you? You lost again.
Come on.
It’s not gonna happen this year.
Unbelievable.
Trust me on this.
[man 1] It’s not going to work out.
[man 1] Yeah. We’ll see how this goes.
[man 2] Well.
Hey! Why don’t I have something like this at home?
Come on, I dare you.
[peppy tune playing]
[silenced gunshot]
What’s happening?
Go!
Go.
[rapid gunfire]
[peppy tune continuing over phone]
[bursts of gunfire]
[Fisher grunting, panting]
[peppy tune continuing over phone]
[peppy tune halts]
[phone ringing]
You should take that. Mommy’s calling.
[Karimi] Yes?
Y… Yes, of course.
As agreed, I…
Yes, she’s on board.
The Lazarev.
Yes.
[taut, suspenseful music playing]
No. She has proved useless.
[both grunting]
Understood. I’ll be there shortly.
Shame. We’ve got to cut this short.
Mommy sends her regards.
[man grunting]
[Karimi] I’m impressed, you know.
The way you’ve held out?
By this point, your boyfriend was already asking me to be set free.
[muffled grunting, struggling]
Begging for a bullet to the head.
[muffled gunshot, high-pitched ringing]
[panting shallowly]
[Diana] Nice of you to finally pay me a visit.
What has it been now?
Fifteen years?
[Karimi] Last words?
[faint clink]
Huh?
[clink]
[steely, resolute music playing]
[trigger clicks]
[Karimi laughs]
[trigger clicking]
[Karimi crying out]
[guttural gurgling]
[struggling subsides]
[gurgling, moaning]
[man 1 in Russian] Yes.
I just got up and revealed everything.
[woman] Wow.
You’re just like Yan.
[man] Yeah, like I just showed you everything.
I mean, say what you want about the guy, he does have a drinking problem.
[woman] I heard he caught his wife cheating on him… on the phone!
So the guy decided to swim all the way back to Moscow!
[man] Don’t be mean, boys.
[phone buzzing]
[phone beeps]
[in English] Hey, rookie!
Ahooh! New girl.
Me?
No, the Pope at the back of the ship.
Care to join us for some bad vodka and even worse game of cards?
[crew laughing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[laughter continuing in background]
[exhales steadily]
[suspenseful music intensifying]
[music trails off]
[somber, foreboding outro music playing]
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Splinter Cell: Deathwatch – S01E07 – Chaos Theory: Part 1 | Transcript
[thunder rumbling]
[heavy rainfall]
BATHHOUSE SWALLOW MEN’S BATH
[door slides open]
[tense, imposing music playing]
[sighs]
BATHHOUSE SWALLOW
[gasps]
[cloth rustling]
[silenced gunshot]
[in Japanese] Wait…
[silenced gunshot]
[menacing music playing]
[beeping]
[in English]
It doesn’t have to end like this, Sam.
But it does have to end.
On that, we agree.
It seems pretty pedestrian for a billionaire arms dealer, don’t you think?
What can I say? I’m a soldier at heart.
I’m most at home in the trenches.
[thunder rumbling]
And I prefer “tactical facilitator.”
“Warmonger” seems more like it.
To some.
“Peacemaker,” though, to others.
Says the man responsible for turning the world into a powder keg of proxy wars for profit.
You sold us out, Douglas. And for what?
[thunder booms]
[Douglas] For the same reason you’re here now.
We just play the cards we’re dealt.
You, Echelon, the NSA, sabotage the world, day in, day out.
All for the so
called greater good.
The rest of us, we’re just trying to scrape by.
Time to wake up, Sam.
Your hands and mine, they’re stained with the same blood.
[train rumbling]
Nothing has changed, Sam, and it won’t change by degrees.
We have to tear it down and start over.
It’s the only way.
But the things you have done.
You’re a murderer, Doug.
A traitor. A war criminal.
Those are the only words the state has for the revolutionaries, Sam.
You only become a hero after the war is over.
You know the truth.
The world is built from the bottom up, not the other way around.
Honor, courage, fidelity…
We don’t inherit these values from the world, Sam.
So we build the world from them.
I know you.
You believe in these things more than any government.
And I know because of it…
[thunder breaking]
…you wouldn’t shoot an old friend.
[train rumbling]
[thunder booming]
[thunder rumbling]
[gunshots drowned out by thunder]
[high-pitched ringing]
[rain pattering]
[gasps]
[somber, distraught music playing]
[gagging]
[train rumbling]
[muffled thunderclap]
[rainfall trailing off]
[suspenseful intro music playing]
[music trails off]
[Diana] What has it been now?
Fifteen years?
[Fisher] Diana.
Sam.
You won’t find your friend here.
She’ll be all right. I’m here for you.
And you want to kill me?
As you did my father?
I didn’t kill your father.
His choices did.
You just happened to be the one who pulled the trigger.
I always figured as much.
Listen to me. Whatever you’re doing–
My godfather murdered my father.
Doesn’t get any more Shakespearean than that, now, does it?
At first, I refused to believe it.
Years wasted searching for an explanation, a sign, anything, really.
All I got in return was silence.
In time, I came to terms with the simple truth.
I was well and truly alone.
So, whatever I am doing, Sam Fisher, is my own to do.
Then do what’s right, not what you’ve convinced yourself is right for you.
Isn’t that the way of it?
The human condition?
Hiding behind some semblance of noble aims so we can each propagate our agenda.
Be they ever so selfish.
You, Sam, are no different than my father.
You hide behind a patriot’s mantle, while my father had the audacity to step out from it.
You pretend–
Enough.
I’m here to give you a chance to end this.
To come clean. Before it’s too late.
So tell me the truth.
What is Xanadu?
The culmination of my own desperation.
A Hail Mary to preserve my father’s legacy.
Do what is right?
[chuckles mirthlessly] Please.
I do what I do to survive.
That’s all any of us can do.
To lean into salvation is to court damnation.
[somber music playing]
There is still–
Time?
Another way?
A solution?
No, Sam, I’m afraid there is not.
Shit, Sam, all those lives you’ve taken?
But hey, your ends justify your means, do they not?
You’re no hero, Sam.
Just a junkyard dog on someone else’s chain.
Born and bred to sow war in the name of peace.
Just like the old man.
Then be better than us.
How could I?
I knew neither of you.
Now, if you will excuse me, as much as I would love to reminisce…
I have my life to live.
Go live what’s left of yours.
[elevator door clanking]
[shudders, exhales shakily]
[inhales sharply]
[keypad beeping]
[exhales steadily]
[phone buzzing]
Take me to the marina.
Of course, Mr. Shetland.
[dogs barking]
[siren wails in distance]
[groaning]
[McKenna breathing shakily]
[trilling]
Come on, come on.
[microwave humming]
[chair scrapes] [Jo] No news.
From either of them.
Say the word, and I’ll initiate alert protocols.
Not yet.
Washington’s on the line.
Senator Paulson’s requesting a mission status update for POTUS.
I can hold him off for now, but you know he’ll–
Let’s give Sam and McKenna an hour, tops.
Not a word to anyone until then.
You got it.
Hey. You okay?
I’m fine. It’s just–
A growing sense of dread, is all.
[Thunder] This is some wild shit.
I thought I’d combed through all of Green Gables, but then I went back in and…
[Grim] What am I looking at?
[Thunder] The files are layered.
Gift that keeps on giving.
Blueprints of some sort.
Greifswald?
That’s Germany’s biggest terminal.
Russian gas.
Aren’t these kinds of files usually kept in a high-security vault, under lock and key, a thousand miles underground?
You’re wondering how Shetland got her hands on them?
Not how.
[tense, cryptic music playing]
[McKenna grunts]
Just drive.
[Grim] I considered discharging you both for disobeying direct orders.
Again.
[McKenna panting]
[Grim] Then I thought of flying over there to kick your sorry asses myself.
But I’m tired.
[Fisher] We’re happy we made it out too, Grim.
Delivery guy’s here.
[Grim] Hope you’re hungry.
[Fisher] Starving.
So, tell me.
What’s for dinner?
[Jo] The Green Gables contains a library of schematics of the Trans-European Natural Gas Terminal in Greifswald, Germany.
A strategic partnership between Europe and Russia, providing all of Western Europe with its needs in cheap energy.
We suspect Diana either wants to buy them out–
Or blow them up.
[Grim] Precisely.
[Thunder] Control the supply.
Drive the demand.
Simple, good old cowboy economics.
Smart.
[Jo] We’re talking sabotage here.
[Fisher] Diana’s delusional, sure, but she’s not stupid.
How would she pull off that without getting caught red-handed?
She’s on board. The Lazarev.
[McKenna gasps] She’s on board.
It’s a fucking ship!
Gunther mentioned a name, that she’s on board.
Freya must be on a ship. The Lazarev.
SS Lazarev, 2012.
Russian transporter, LH2.
Fluid hydrogen transporter ship.
Fuck. The ship’s a ticking time bomb.
[Thunder] Last sighted leaving St. Petersburg…
36 hours ago, but it’s gone dark since.
Can we get an ETA?
At an average speed of 24 knots?
Three hours, give or take.
Thunder here should be able to identify its relative position.
Yes, ma’am.
Can everyone stop for a second and tell us what the fuck is going on?
[menacing music building]
[Grim] Greifswald is the sole reason Europe doesn’t freeze over in the dead of winter.
[Jo] She’s weaponizing the gas terminal.
[Grim] Exactly. Destroying it would cause the price of energy to soar.
[Jo] The livelihoods of millions would be at risk.
[Grim] Thus creating a crisis which only she will be uniquely positioned to rescue Europe from.
[Fisher] That’s Xanadu.
Diana’s attempt to complete her arc of messianic redemption.
[Thunder] All while she plays tour guide to the world’s elite just down the way.
I mean, the audacity of her timing is just ballsy as fuck.
[wood creaking]
Okay, well, what are our options?
[Grim] To answer you, there are a number of options.
To answer you, there are none we can take.
[Fisher] Has NATO responded to a request to strike?
[Jo] There’s just not enough time to approve military action of that scale.
[dynamic, suspenseful music playing]
[weapons cocking, clicking]
[McKenna] So what’s the plan?
Simple.
Go stop that fucking ship.
[steely, resolute music playing]
[night vision goggles powering up]
[resolute outro music playing]
[music trailing off]
* * *
Splinter Cell: Deathwatch – S01E08 – Chaos Theory: Part 2 | Transcript
[mysterious music playing]
[water gurgling]
[rhythmic whooshing]
[suspenseful music intensifies]
[McKenna] Bang on target, HQ.
[Jo] All right, agents.
Let’s lock the perimeter.
[Grim] How’s it looking out there?
[Fisher] Deader than disco.
[Grim] The engine control room will be below deck at the far end of the ship.
All clear. Heading in.
[Grim] Be careful in there.
We’re here.
[helicopter blades whirring]
[mysterious music intensifies]
[music trails off]
[suspenseful intro music playing]
[music trails off]
[alarm klaxon drones]
[tense music playing]
[panting]
[ship creaking]
[McKenna] Oh my God.
This place is a bloody graveyard.
[cough]
[McKenna gasps]
[groaning feebly]
[gasping]
[strained gurgling]
[gurgling stops]
I’ll find the engine room.
You secure the bridge.
If I can’t prevent collision here, you’ll have to stop it there.
How hard can it be?
[night vision powering up]
[music crescendos, trails off]
[monitor bleeping]
[Diana] We should be fine, so long as you hold the ship on course.
[Milena] Uh, Ms. Shetland, they are ready for you.
Let’s get to it then.
And lighten up, will you?
Let’s not allow a bit of weather to ruin our big day.
[Diana] It is a great privilege to introduce to you Xanadu, the apex of our clean energy initiative.
A true marvel of modern engineering.
Every single island can generate enough electricity to power a city of over two million people.
Xanadu is a synthetic and fully customizable platform, generating energy from wind, water and the sun on a scale which up until now has only been imagined.
My father’s work to forge strong and lasting bonds with you, your governments, and military institutions have not been in vain.
Xanadu will lead your nations to total energy independence, and allow you to navigate this world in constant crisis.
Best news of all?
The model is fully scalable.
[man] Wow.
Can you believe it?
[indistinct clattering]
[taut, suspenseful music playing]
Propulsion control is locked.
Time to go old-school.
[lever clanks] [alarm blares]
[hydraulic hissing]
Nothing like good old Russian hydraulics to test my resolve.
Shit. It’s locked.
[Thunder] Try from the outside.
There’s another entrance via the funnel.
Two levels up.
[windstorm rushing]
[McKenna grunting, struggling]
I’ve reconnected with the Lazarev’s GPS.
How long have we got?
Fifteen minutes until the boat reaches the gas terminal.
[Grim sighs] That’s cutting it close.
Sam, status, please.
[Fisher grunts]
[Grim] Sam?
Shit.
Booby trap.
Engine room is fucked.
[Grim] Fucked how?
Well and truly fucked.
We’re heading forward at full throttle.
If McKenna can’t take the bridge, this boat’s a bullet in the water.
[McKenna panting]
[wind whistling]
[ship creaking, groaning]
[cries out]
Okay, I’m in the funnel.
[Thunder] In the side pocket of your vest, you’ll find a bug.
Got it.
Once inside, plant the bug there so I can take command of the ship.
Copy.
[Thunder] You need to locate the autopilot next to the ECDIS.
Looks like a black box next to the steering unit.
ECDIS. Black box. Steering unit. Gotcha.
Place the bug underneath.
[harsh metallic creaking]
[wind whistling]
[foreboding music playing]
Shit.
[Freya snarls]
[gunfire in distance]
[panting]
Fuck.
[restrained, foreboding music playing]
[panting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Freya in German] Shit!
[Freya grunting]
[taut, suspenseful music building]
[harsh, ragged panting]
[cries out]
[Freya groaning]
[taut, suspenseful music continuing]
[music crescendoing]
[music trailing off]
[breathing shakily]
[McKenna whimpering]
[distressing music playing]
No.
Yes.
[explosion booming]
[explosion fading away]
She did it. She fucking did it. We’re in.
Sam, have you made it to the bridge?
Do you have eyes on McKenna?
[low, distraught music playing]
[Fisher coughing]
McKenna!
McKenna!
Do we have command of the ship?
Yeah.
[Grim] Let’s pull the brakes on it. Sam?
Sam. Have you made it to the bridge?
I have.
This ship ain’t no cruise.
I’ll tell you that much.
[Grim] Never thought I’d be saying this, but good work out there, agents.
[McKenna] Don’t you get all teary-eyed on us, boss.
[computer bleeps, squawks]
All the navigation systems are unresponsive.
I… I don’t get it.
[man 1] If this island could solve poor weather, I’d be willing to double my country’s bet on this technology.
[man 2] Only price I’d be willing to pay is the price of my ticket home.
I understand your skepticism, Congressman, but we need to trust change.
Embrace it.
And with the future on fast approach, who wouldn’t want to be amongst the very first on board?
[phone buzzing]
Uh, excuse me.
I need to take this.
[man 2] Let’s hope it’s over quickly.
Hello, Charlie.
[Charlie] Hey, sis.
You know, you really are missing one hell of an event.
Think it’ll save the company?
Most certainly.
But only if the gas terminal falls, right?
What did you say?
[computer trilling rapidly]
Coordinates are now 23 degrees to the northeast?
[Charlie] What can I say?
Like you, I am my father’s blood.
And like you both, sowing the seeds of chaos more often than not brings peace to harvest.
But you, sis, you garden like a hobbyist, and I like a true agrarian.
[ominous music playing]
[exhales steadily]
[keyboard clacking swiftly]
[bleeping, squawking]
Oh, shit.
[Diana] Charlie.
What have you done?
[Charlie] I’ve altered your designs, dear sister.
The ship’s servers were hacked some 20 minutes ago.
That’s around the same time the agents boarded the Lazarev.
Some sort of Trojan hacked the system before they could even get to the bridge.
We were outplayed from the beginning.
[Charlie] What you set in motion, the big picture, it’s perfection.
Except for one thing.
[shuddering] The ship has veered far off Greifswald.
[Charlie] I mean, come now.
Why strike at the body, when one best strikes at the head?
[Diana gasps] With Europe’s leaders on their knees, a vast and hungry vacuum of power will form, into which I am poised to enter.
[Thunder] Shit.
No way.
[Charlie] I consider you my phoenix, from whose ashes I, Father’s true legacy, shall rise.
[alarm blaring]
[Thunder] Fuck!
I can’t override it.
The boat’s too close.
There’s no way we can avoid it.
[Thunder] It’s Xanadu they’re targeting.
What? That doesn’t make sense.
[Jo] We’ve got a hundred souls on board.
Heads of state, civilians, engineers, and Diana Shetland herself.
[Fisher] Why would she do that?
[Grim] I don’t know, Sam, and we don’t have time for this. Get out!
Please.
[Charlie] You know there’s nothing to do, Diana.
Ah, as for me missing the event, sis…
I rather prefer my view from here.
Take a deep breath. It’ll be over soon.
[softly] Charlie.
[Diana shuddering]
[somber, distraught music playing]
Let’s have the fireworks, then.
[Grim] Jesus, Sam, get out!
[Charlie gasps]
Sam! There’s nothing you can do!
It’s over!
You have to let go.
Come on.
[alarm blaring]
[Fisher] Heading out now.
[wind whistling]
[ship creaking ominously]
[distraught music continuing]
[ominous music building]
[breathing shakily]
[inhales, exhales deeply]
[low rumbling]
We need to get on this.
Do you hear that?
The ground’s shaking.
[rumbling intensifies]
[thunderous collision booming]
[metallic groaning]
[panicked screaming]
Where’s the exit?
[panicked screaming, clamoring]
[alarm klaxon blaring]
[water trickling, surging]
[water gurgling]
[muffled collisions]
[Fisher] So what’s the endgame?
[Douglas] How do you mean?
[Fisher] In the grand scheme of what we do.
To what end?
This is mankind we’re talking, Sammy boy.
Ain’t no end. Just history repeating.
Then why do it?
Because it’s right.
You stray from it, only just slightly, and you’ll become the bad guy.
You stay with it… you’ll have your soul.
But you’ll end up alone.
Feels like both paths lead to damnation.
[thunder rumbling]
[Douglas] Nah, just the one.
[somber, melancholy music playing]
[Douglas] The other just feels like it.
[McKenna gasping]
[Fisher inhales sharply]
You all right?
For a minute back there, I thought I was gone.
Thank you.
For fuck’s sake, Sam.
What did we miss? How many people dead?
Diana, she[Fisher] Now is not the time to untangle those knots.
[McKenna] But I started this mess.
I could have–
[Fisher] You started nothing.
I failed long before you had anything to do with all this.
The truth is, this job makes you question everything you thought you knew about the world.
But we have a responsibility to keep trying.
Well, right now it just sucks.
[Fisher] Yeah, that it does.
I know, Mr. President.
There’s honestly nothing more I can say, sir.
Yes, Mr. President.
What’d he say?
Nothing.
Everything.
I’m sorry.
I should have–
We played it right, Thunder.
Or at least, as right as we could.
It, though, has done us wrong.
But ain’t that the game?
[Kaiju whines]
[“Golden Apples, Pt. II” by Galt MacDermot playing]
[elegant, lively jazz music playing]
[phone buzzes]
[lighter clinks]
[sinister music rises]
[phone buzzes]
[chuckles wryly]
[music slows, halts]
Jenny? Jenny, what the fuck is going on?
Jenny, for fuck’s sake.
[sinister music intensifying]
Come on, come on.
[lighter clicking] Fuck.
Is someone there?
[music trails off]
[night vision powering up]
[Charlie] Wait. No. Please don’t!
[silenced gunfire]
[somber, brooding outro music playing]
[music trails off]
