All language subtitles for Saint-Pierre.S01E07.720p.WEB.H264-JFF

What is with your obsession
with Gallagher?

You had me look into him,
his people, his family,

And tail him for an entire day.

Why are you getting upset?

You know he owns the lease
to my bar.

Yet you expect me to take
risks and not explain why?

Tell me everything and start
at the beginning.

Owh.

From that point,
all the way over,

almost 80% of the private land
and warehouses are owned

by Sean Gallagher.

It's pretty industrial.

Plus, all the land he owns
over on the island.

Could it be as simple
as smuggling?

Like, he's building some
kind of mega-hub.

Got direct access to the EU,
North America from here.

You've just got Al Capone
on the brain.

I did do the Al Capone
walking tour three times.

That's adorable.

Or lame.

I don't know which.

Hate to say it, Arch.

I don't think anything
you've got on him is illegal.

Without some hard evidence.

I have zero case
against Sean Gallagher.

You haven't told me why.

Sure, we both know
Gallagher's a crook.

But...

why do you have
such an axe to grind?

Fitz, I think I can trust you.

I do.

But think is not know.

Baby steps.

Fair enough.

But for the record...

I know I can trust you.

Time to go to work.

Renuf, what's all this?

I was out for my run
and I came across this.

Is there a body?

No body, no driver.

You run the plates?

It's registered
to a Mary Murphy.

- I think she might be injured.
- Hmm.

The hospital?

Yeah, I checked.

No one came in or out
last night or this morning.

But I've only had a quick
look around.

I wanted to secure the scene.

Not bad Renuf.

Shell casing.

Looks like from a handgun,
maybe a 9mm.

Okay.

The cartridges eject
to the right of the weapon.

Which means if the shooter
was standing on the road,

they would have been firing
in this direction.

Hey.

Another one.

Renuf, we need a team here.
Now.

And uh, call an ambulance
just in case.

Look.

There.

Alive.

An ambulance is on its way.
Don't worry.

We found the third cartridge
by the rocks.

What the hell happened out here?

Check this out.

Broken glass from a side mirror.

Yeah, but both mirrors
are intact on Mary's car.

Another vehicle collided
with it.

Right.

So someone else runs Mary off
the road, leaves her for dead

after they pump a few rounds
in her.

Okay, check the cartridges
for possible prints,

have the car swept,

and get this moved
to an impound garage.

God knows when she'll be well
enough to answer any questions

if she makes it through at all.

What do we know
about the victim?

Uh, Mary moved here
15 years ago

from Burin, Newfoundland.

Uh, she lives
with her boyfriend, Luc.

They both work at Super U.

Yeah, I thought
she looked familiar.

Luc is a local, and he spent
some time at La Royale.

Uh, we have to do a year
of service in Saint-Pierre.

But we both chose the Navy,

but Luc would know
how to handle weapons.

This doesn't feel like
a typical domestic.

There's something bigger
at play here.

Agreed, but let's start
with Luc anyway.

Who knows what we get.

Renuf, text me
Luc's address, please.

Yep.

Here you go, babe.

You know,
if I didn't know better,

I'd say you were trying to
enter someplace you shouldn't.

I forgot the password
to this account

and I was curious if I can
find another way in.

I've been teaching myself
a few tricks.

Well, I clearly still got
a lot to learn.

Actually, it looks like you got
pretty far.

I could show you how
to get the rest of the way.

Yeah, okay.

All right.

You know, all systems
have a back door,

an access point,
for the builder.

Many also have windows.

Code, that lets you take
a peek inside.

If you know where to look.

Most new security can see you
coming from a mile away.

And many systems
get pretty cranky

when they think
they're under attack.

So, best thing is to let that
security feel like it's won,

so it lets it's guard down.

Then you just
put on a little disguise.

And walk through the front door.

Yeah.

You didn't learn it
from me, though.

Hmm.

Luc Tremblé.

He's got a registered
hunting rifle, but no 9mm.

Doesn't mean he doesn't own one.

Couple of parking tickets,
no real criminal record.

We'll see.

Both mirrors are intact.

I need to see Mary.
Is she okay?

She's in good hands.

The doctors are optimistic.

Once we're done,
you can go to her.

Do you know of anyone who
may have wanted to hurt Mary?

Anyone she's been arguing
with recently?

You clearly don't know her.

She's an actual angel.

Where were you last night?

I was home.

In and out of sleep on the sofa.

I had a few drinks.

That's why she took the call.

What call?

We run a little
ride-share service.

It's been great to help
make ends meet.

We got a last minute request.

An airport run.

Mary was headed to the
airport with a passenger.

Mm-hmm.

We need the details.

It'd be on Mary's phone.

She has the app.

I can't make sense
of those things.

If Luc's telling the truth,
the attack on Mary could be--

Someone targeting a passenger.

Her phone wasn't found
at the scene.

We don't know who that call
came from.

Well, we know
where they were headed.

Let's see who might have
missed their flight today.

Three flights out
since Mary's taxi request.

All passengers
are accounted for.

What about airline employees?

Airport employees?

AéroSoleil had
an early flight this morning.

One of their attendants
didn't show.

They haven't been able
to reach her.

Stephanie Jung, single,
been working for AéroSoleil

for the past eight months.

Missing from approximately
4:30 a.m.,

while being driven
to the airport.

From what we can tell,
Mary Murphy was likely forced

off the road then shot
fleeing the assailant.

She's currently in surgery.

Until we confirm otherwise,
we're presuming Miss Jung

is alive and still on
this island somewhere.

Usual points of entry
and exits, roadblocks.

Coast Guard is on high alert.

Time is not on our side.

Let's get out there
and find her.

Now what about
Stephanie's cellphone?

We can't get a location.

It was likely disabled
by whoever grabbed her.

An abduction this violent,
I can't help but think

they were missing something.

Flight attendants come
and go from the island

without much oversight.

Could she be caught up
in something illegal?

Maybe, but her schedule
is pretty inconsistent,

as is every flight that comes
to this place.

So she wouldn't make
a very reliable drug mule.

Either way, she's been
to Saint-Pierre before,

so we need to figure out
who she'd had contact with here.

I found something.

Things I might have stepped
outside of the protocol

to get it.

Since we don't have
Miss Jung's mobile.

I figured out her carrier
and requisitioned

her phone records.

Going through official
channels can take days.

Oh, so you went off book.

There's a local number here that
Stephanie called over and over.

Have a look.

I know it well.

Steph's been taken?

By who? Why?

We're trying to figure that out.

Maybe you can start by
telling us how you know her.

Okay, I mean,
we met six months ago.

She came into the bar,
we started chatting,

and we just hit it off.

She stayed after close,
and next thing we knew,

the sun was coming up.

You never mentioned her.

It was supposed to be
a little bit of fun.

I mean, neither of us
wanted a relationship.

Then we started FaceTiming
and we connected every time

she was on a layover.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Last night.

I wanted her to stay,
but her flight got moved up.

So...

Any family wealth?

Could this be like
a ransom thing?

I don't think so.

I mean, her parents
were civil servants.

They passed years ago.

No brothers or sisters.

We both have that in common.

Someone went to extreme
lengths to grab her.

As a flight attendant,
would she be mixed up in...

No.

I mean,
whatever you're implying,

honestly, I think you're wrong.

Okay.

You two, you seem to
be getting real serious.

You think anyone could have
showed up from her past,

a jealous ex?

Not that she mentioned.

Wait, there-- there was a guy
at the airport, she said,

kept popping up
wherever she was.

But she just brushed it off
like it was a small-town thing.

Did she mention a name?

Hugo.

Um, something.

Hugo.

Hugo Dupont, airport security?

I told her to report him,
but she said it was probably

just an innocent crush.

I'll find his address.

Oh my God.

So, uh, you and Veda
patched things up yet?

Nothing to patch up.

Arch, she's your best friend.

Maybe you went too far
with the whole Gallagher thing.

Too much asking,
not enough giving.

Fitz, let's stay on task here.

Police! Hugo?

Nothin'.

Look at these.

I will shoot you
if you take another step.

Easy.

Not the first gun that's
been pointed at me, Hugo.

Not even this month.

You work for them?

We're the police.

See, we came to talk.

Hey.

Not to have a shootout.

I don't think
you want to shoot anyone.

And you definitely
don't want me to shoot you.

So put the gun down now.

There you go.

I didn't know you were police.

Sit.

Who did you think we were?

Hey, those pictures, they're--
they're not what it looks like.

I think it's exactly
what it looks like.

Where's Stephanie Jung?

I don't know.

Well, you seem to have been
keeping serious tabs on her.

Dozens.

Dated over the past few months.

All taken without her knowledge,
I'm guessing.

Taking pictures is illegal?

No.

But stalking is.

It's my hobby.

You know, I-- I take pictures
of landscapes, people.

So what?

Buddy, you need a new pastime.

You're terrible.

Do you even know
how to hold a camera?

I think my photos
are good enough for...

Good enough for who?

Who are you taking
these photos for?

No one.
No, look, you got me.

I'm the stalker. It's me.
I've been stalking her.

Is this a joke to you?

Stephanie Jung is missing.

Tell us what's going on.

Who were you gonna
send the photos to?

We'll find out once we look
through your emails, Hugo.

I got paid to keep track of her.

My airport job, it's just--

It's not enough, so I--

I got my real estate license.

Extra cash.

He said he found me
through my website.

He?

Who hired you?

Some guy.

I got a phone call
a few months ago

from some number
that I didn't recognize.

He didn't mention his name.

He offered me some
serious cash to follow Steph.

Taking pictures.

And then I would upload them
to a--

what-- what do you call it?

A FTP server.

And then he would wire me
the money.

And you didn't ask why?

I-- I figured it was some
jealous boyfriend.

Somethin'.

But he scared me.

That's why I got the gun.

Okay, tell us about this guy.

All I know is that
he had an accent.

Maybe Russian.

Let's say we believe you.

When was the last time
you spoke to this

maybe Russian man?

Just now.

I got a message saying somebody
was outside my house

coming for me.

You.

You believe him?

We searched the whole property.

No sign of Stephanie anywhere.

But his camera and laptop
are filled with pictures of her.

He got a text minutes
before you apprehended him.

Looks like it came
from an international cell.

Likely a burner phone.

FTPs, wire transfers.

Someone's trying to cover
their tracks.

What about the accent?

Patty, get a list
of all the foreign nationals

who arrived on the island
the past weeks.

It's a long shot, I know.

But we can cross reference
names with anything

we find out about Stephanie.

And see what else you
can find on Hugo's laptop.

Mm, Mary's out of surgery.

Take your time, honey.

Just tell them what happened.

Anything you can remember
will help us figure out

who did this to you.

I'd driven Steph
a few times before.

She was always nice.

It was an early flight,
so the road was quiet.

And then these bright lights
came up behind me fast

until he was right on my tail.

Did you happen
to recognize the vehicle?

It was black.

An SUV.

I tried to let it pass, but it
swerved and it hit us hard.

Everything was in slow motion.

We started spinning, and then...

Then I saw a man dragging
Steph towards his truck.

Did you see what he looked like?

He was white.

He had like,
a hat pulled down low.

There was someone in the truck
with him, a woman, I think.

I tried to help.

I got myself free, but--

but he shot at me, so I ran.

You did the right thing.

Hmm. You stayed alive.

Is there anything else
that you remember?

Did you hear them talking?

What language
were they speaking?

French?

Her French is um, progressing.

It wasn't French.

Or English.

Like thick accents.

Like Eastern European.

So our boy Hugo might
have been telling the truth.

His mystery man
had a female accomplice.

Thick European accents.

Forcing a car off the road
seems like a stupid plan.

Why not grab Stephanie
from the hotel?

Stephanie's flight
got pulled up.

Oh, so the earlier flight
accelerated their plan.

Grabbing Stephanie on the road
was their only chance.

Also, we need to get a word out

that we're looking
for a black SUV.

That would be a 2019 Tahoe.

Newfoundland plate number
J-2-E-5-N-2.

And the vehicle came over
on a ferry a week ago.

It's been reported stolen.

And an Eastern European
couple said

they were here on a vacation.

Their IDs were fake, obviously.

But I ran their photos

through international
criminal databases.

And Janos Barta from Budapest.

Multiple charges
for violent assault,

robbery, attempted murder.

What do we know about the woman?

I'm still working on an ID
for her.

You said they stole a car
in St. John's, Newfoundland?

Mm-hmm.

I know someone I might be
able to reach out to,

get some more info.

Nice work here, Patty.

Can you send me everything
you have on those two?

Yeah, of course.

Don't tell me
I just lost a bet.

Depends. What is it?

It'll take you at least a year
to piss off enough

Saint-Pierre locals
to get sent home.

No, your money is safe for now,
but I can't make any promises.

I hear you've been getting
some heat

from our favourite arsehole.

Premier O'Brien seems to think
that you had help

with your little off-the-books
investigation.

So, we've all been wearing it,
one way or the other.

Rachelle, listen, I'm sorry.

It is what it is, Fitz.

You paid the bigger price.

I'd ask you
how you were holding up,

but I know this call is probably
not just a simple catch-up.

The only time you call
is when you need info.

Right.

Well, I'm just emailing you
a photo of a woman

and some information on
a stolen vehicle.

Just hoping maybe this gal
has popped up on your radar.

She's a prime suspect

in an abduction case
I'm working.

I'll check in
with our undercover pals

and see what they may
have on her.

Great.

Thank you.

Do you speak English?

- Uh.
- Yeah.

Uh, public safety check.

Nothing to worry about.

Uh, do you mind if I look
in your backseat?

Not at all.

You're just uh, visiting
Saint-Pierre?

It's near my wife.

It's a short trip.

It's so pretty here.

Um...

I'll be just a minute.

Just wait here, please.

It's Renuf.

He's wounded.

Hey.

His phone.

We won't be able
to track him with this.

His dash-cam
is probably working.

Let's see what's on there.

Come on, let's go.

That was Barta.

They're headed west.

How do I look?

You can't leave him like this.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

What do you want?

Please, I have a medical kit
in my bag.

Let me help him.

Make it quick.

What the hell were you thinking,
bringing him here?

He'd already stopped me.

It was either that or kill him.

Well, once this is done...

we're gonna need
an insurance policy

to get out of here.

Then we figure out
what to do with them.

Hanna Csokis, German national.

She's been travelling in and out
of town here sporadically.

What does her sheet say?

She's a suspect in a major wire
fraud investigation by Interpol.

But nothing could stick.

It looks like they'd tracked her
in the Balkans,

the Middle East.

Cyprus, Oman.

What about Bahrain?

Oh, Rachelle, meet Arch.

Arch, meet Rachelle.

Bahrain?

Yeah, Bahrain's there.

Was that just a wild guess,
or...

That's where Veda's from.

Can't be a coincidence.

Listen, Rachelle,
I owe you for this.

I owe you for quite a lot,
actually.

Hope to see you soon.

Not too soon.
I've got big money on you.

Please let me know
when your officer's found.

Cheers.

Sorry.

The bleeding stopped,

but you're gonna have
quite a headache.

I can handle it.

Do you speak French?

I don't know what to do.

This is all my fault.

Just take a breath.

And start at the beginning.

Tell us everything you know
about these two.

I don't know him.

But years ago,
Hanna and I worked together.

If you could call it that.

You were both hackers.

At first we wanted
the same thing.

You know, level
the playing field.

Help people
who were being screwed.

You broke into computer systems
to steal information.

Money?

From the corrupt.

Corporations.

Oligarchs.

And then we would funnel
that money back to the people

they'd stolen from.

But not all of it, I'm guessing.

I discovered that Hanna
was rerouting money to herself.

And working with some
seriously bad people.

Then I was out.

I disappeared.

Here to Saint-Pierre?

Okay.

So what do they want?

Hanna and I used a program
that I designed.

It can access some pretty
complex systems.

I mean, there are limitations,
obviously.

But it's fairly untraceable.

And when I left,
it left with me.

Now she wants it back.

They could use it to access
less sophisticated bank systems

and corporations.

Serious stuff.

And worth a lot of money.

Yeah.

I'm supposed to contact her
and upload it by 6:00 p.m.

Or Steph dies.

Wait.

I don't understand.

She had it hand-delivered.

So I wouldn't be able
to trace her.

You should have come to us.

I wanted to, Arch.

But this is insane.

I don't know what's up or down.

I panicked.

So if you transfer this program,

will you be able to pinpoint
their location?

Hanna's too smart.

She'll have planned this
down to the last detail.

She'll use a rotating IP,
so I won't be able to find her.

You are a master hacker, Veda.

You outsmarted her before.

Hugo's laptop has got a bunch
of real estate listings.

Look.

Houses for sale, for rent.

Yeah.

One of these could be
where they are holding

Renuf and Stephanie, but Fitz,
some of his properties

are the neighbouring islands.

We don't have time to search
them all.

Hang on.

Come on.
What are you doing with me?

Hugo, you're gonna help us.

Okay?

Go sit down in there.

And you, you're gonna
make up with your friend.

Give Veda access
to everything on there.

The FTP, any emails from the guy
that hired you

and all the real estate listings
that he wanted you to look into.

Now, please.

There.

That's all I have.

The emails, they disappeared
after 24 hours and I received

e-transfers directly
to my account.

Okay.

Tell me more about the rentals.

I don't know.
He had me find 10 or so.

And then I sent them to
an encrypted email address.

That was it.

We think they're holding
Stephanie and Renuf

in one of those locations
and there's too many to search

and not enough time.

Hey.

I think we have a problem.

Take him to holding.

Out you go.

So?

More problems?

Look at this.

I've been going over
the dash-cam footage

and something feels off.

I mean, when Renuf returned
to his squad car,

Barta followed him right away.

Almost like maybe--

He knew he'd been identified.

Hugo got a text when
we were outside his house.

Now we assumed
they were following him,

but you called for backup
on the walkie

right before we went inside.

They've got access
to your comms.

Maybe even CCTV,
data terminals, body cams.

Well, that's one way to stay
ahead of an investigation.

I can try to shut it down.

No, don't.

We need you to find any signal,
anything to indicate

which house
they're holding them in.

Yeah.

We have one shot.

Hanna will know
that I'm searching.

I-- I'll spread some breadcrumbs
so she thinks

I'm looking in the wrong place.

We think we'll know soon,
where the suspects are keeping

Renuf and Stephanie.

We've got a plan to bring 'em
back alive.

I've got them.

Well, I'm all ears.

Okay.

Veda!

Honestly, wasn't convinced
you'd call.

Thought you'd might grab
our program and run like before.

It's not our program, Hanna.

Sure.

And don't bother tracing this.

You won't find me.

I figured as much.

Enough pleasantries.

Send it.

No.

I'm not giving you anything
until I talk to Steph

and know that she's okay.

Steph.

Veda.

Veda, I'm so scared.

Who are these people?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Was everything
you told me a lie?

No. Of course not.

I-- I care about you.

More than I thought
I ever could.

Okay, you got what you wanted.

My turn.

Why are you doing this?

This is desperate even for you.

I'm exploring new opportunities.

But you didn't have to come
all the way to Saint-Pierre.

Kidnap my--

It's messed up, Hanna.

I knew I had to keep
a very close eye on you.

You're not here to keep
an eye on me.

You're on the run.

There's no way this ends well.

Send it
or your girlfriend dies.

I'm running out of patience!

Oh, my God.

Police!

Plan B?

The marina.

The boat.

Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk, Veda.

I told you not to contact
law enforcement.

Though it was amusing
seeing the little local police

take the bait and go
to the wrong address.

Too bad they don't
have a helicopter.

You set a trap.

I knew you'd be looking for us.

I had to give you
something to find.

We always have a way out.

You should know that
better than anyone.

Okay, time is up.

Send it now or things
will get very ugly.

No, please.

Hanna, I'll send it.

I'll know if you install
the kill switch or tracking bug.

There's nothing on it, I swear.

Mm.

Just in case I'll hang on
to your girlfriend and the cop.

Until I'm off this damn island.

No, no, wait!

Oh, my God.

Time to go.

What about them?

We'll bring them, too.

We're clear, then you
can do whatever you want.

They're not coming.

It's over.

My colleagues know it's too
dangerous to enter the house.

I'm sure they have a plan.

Time to go!

Move!

Let's go.

- Come on!
- Come on!

Hurry!

All clear.

- Let's go.
- Ah!

Come on.

You. Move.

Move it.

Let's go.

Walk.

I-- I don't feel so good.

Hey.

Just keep moving.

Do you hear that?

Drop it.

Now, or I will shoot.

Come on, buddy.
Hey, come on.

Come on.

Whoa!

I knew you had a plan.

Well, I remembered that
you said you were in La Royale,

so I hoped you'd see
the diver down flag.

Not bad, Fitz.

Actually, it wasn't my idea.

It was hers.

We're getting good at this.

Pretty sure Steph dumped Veda.

Well, a near-death experience

due to your girlfriend's
hacking program

could be a deal-breaker.

How did I not know that
about Veda?

Or that she had a girlfriend?

What?

Just maybe...

you've been so focused
on taking down Sean Gallagher

that you haven't left much room
for anything else

in your life.

That is not true.

Okay, but from where I sit,
you barely see your boyfriend,

I've never witnessed you eat
a meal sitting down,

and you don't know
your best friend

as well as you thought you did.

Arch, I am in no position
to tell anyone

how to live their life.

But I do know what it's like
to get lost in an investigation

and how you can lose sight
of the important things in life.

And sometimes, um...

You never get those things back.

Fitz.

I'm just saying.

Trust your instincts.

Yeah, but there's a fine line
between perception and madness.

Bye.

I got your text.

I come in peace.

Thank you.

I take it things are not going
to work out with Stephanie.

Man.

Just add that
to the list of things

I've completely screwed up
in my life.

Speaking of screwing up...

My obsession with Gallagher?

It's a long story, and some
day I'll explain it to you.

But I know it has clouded
my judgment.

And I'm sorry to have
put you in the middle of it.

Just wait.

I have something I think
would cheer us both up.

Um, I destroyed it.

The ghost program.

Probably for the best.

But I used it one last time.

You don't have to tell me
why you're after Gallagher.

He's a scumbag, I know.

You're my best friend.

And I trust you.

Now.

What's all this?

Private financial records.

Going back decades.

If there's a magic bullet to
bring Sean Gallagher down,

it's in here.

Okay.

Let's go.