All language subtitles for Safe.Harbor.S01E03.1080p.ITV.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-KjM_track3_[eng]

MUSIC: 'If Im Dreaming'
by Tim Oliver

# Somewhere, sometime

# You'll find me around
If you're dreaming

# Someplace, someday

# I'll belong in your arms
In a vision

# Why... #

KEITHEN: All right, princess?

Well, you're looking lovely
this evening.

Of all places...

..this is where you ran off to.

Most of the girls who run off
in the middle of the night,

they do everything they can
to escape this life.

SHE EXHALES SHAKILY
But not you.

Out-of-the-box thinker...
SHE GASPS

..who decided to go to Amsterdam
and start working for yourself.

SHE BREATHES SHAKILY

I've repaid my debt.

Every single cent.

HE CHUCKLES SOFTLY

Your hands clean?

Germs...
KEITHEN: Here you go, ma'am.

Look at me.

The debt you repaid
was for your housing, clothes, food.

Not for your freedom.
- I don't care what you say.

I'm not going back.

Funny enough...

..those were the same words the
girlfriend you ran off with said.

KEITHEN: Verbatim.

- Where is she?
- Back in the job.

Well...

Most of her.

MUFFLED CRY

Don't judge your friend harshly
for saying where you were.

She's not a bad person.

She even insisted
we offer you our apologies.

SHE CRIES
Stop crying.

Let's get to the party already.
We have a long ride home.

PHONE BUZZES
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

HE SPEAKS DUTCH

It's your lucky night.

We've got business in Rotterdam.

MARCO: What do you think?
It's gonna work?

TOBIAS: Yeah.
I think we're good to go.

I'll check now.

The boosters are working.
- What about the pony?

Uh-huh.

Shit.

TOBIAS: Shit!
- What? What is it?

I forgot to feed Inez.

- The dog?
- She likes to eat every four hours.

I'm texting Rika.

Dude, that can wait,
don't you think?

I need you to focus
on the container and find it.

Relax. I'm on it.

Besides, I don't know
why we're out here.

We could have done this
from the house.

Yes, until something goes wrong,
and nothing can go wrong this time.

You worry too much.
We've got this covered.

MARCO SIGHS

COMPUTER BEEPS
Boom.

Boom what?

Got the container.

COMPUTER BEEPS

- We did it.
- Did what?

- We did it!
- Serious?

Yeah. Container's on the truck.
MARCO CHUCKLES

It's out of my hands now.
TOBIAS LAUGHS

MARCO: Yes! Come on.

RINGING TONE

- Is she not picking up?
- No.

OK. Well, is that a good sign
or a bad sign?

It's no sign.

Sloane's busy. She's not
waiting around for my call.

After the miracle
we just pulled off, she should be.

TYRES SQUEAL

Not really a fan of guns.
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Maybe we should get the f...

Count it.

It's fine.

Count it.

METAL CLATTERS
ON FLOOR

Don't...

Don't be telling me
"I told you so".

I won't.

Just as long as you don't tell me
I was right.

HE CHUCKLES

- Jolie?
- Ja.

Jolie. Ja.

# Jolie

# Jolie... #

SHE LAUGHS

Make a wish. Blow it out!
SHE INHALES

Oh, I think I know what I want
for your birthday.

SHE LAUGHS
What did you wish for?

No, I can't tell you.

If you can't tell me,
who can you tell?

SHE LAUGHS

Happy birthday.

Ah! Woohoo!
GIFT RATTLES

- Oh, no. Did I break it?
- Open it.

Ooh...

It's 10,000 euros.

I know it's...
it's not exactly romantic, but...

..I figure who needs romance
when you've got bills to pay?

Where did you get this?

I insisted on being paid up front
like I promised.

Hey...

This is just the beginning.

I intend to collect
all that is due to me.

Rika...
I don't wanna just contribute.

I wanna be able to support you.

Us.

To make sure that we can both
live happier lives.

Easier.

This is... the most romantic thing
you've ever said to me.

KIERAN: 'So...'

You're the fine
young entrepreneur

who's been making a name for himself
in the neighbourhood, huh?

MY neighbourhood.

- I didn't know.
- Didn't know?

You didn't know it was mine

or that I have a rule against
anybody selling that Fentanyl shite

on the island of Ireland?

I didn't know either.

Not knowing your competition is
not very good business sense, is it?

Hm?

MAN GRUNTS,
WHEEZES

PHONE RINGS

MAN BREATHES RAPIDLY

Consider this
your business school education.

MAN GRUNTS
How's my princess?

TYRES SQUEAL

Do you hear that?

'That wouldn't be you gloating,
by any chance, would it?'

Of course not.

That wouldn't be very ladylike.

HE CHUCKLES

I'm just ringing to report
it's on schedule, as planned.

Well, almost makes up
for your lost shipments.

More importantly, it worked.

It worked. OK. Although
one swallow doesn't make it summer.

MAN GRUNTS
'I can tell you this, Da.

'It was no fluke.'

The system's up and running.
'Up and running, is it?'

Mm-hm.

Hey, cut the business tycoon lose,
will you?

So, this means we have to keep
those computer lads on, do we?

Yes. We still need them.
This is the first step.

We're gonna need them
all along the way.

Well, let's hope
they don't get greedy

and turn on us
like that little fucker Niels did.

'God rest his soul.'
- They're under control.

Plus, I have a plan to lock them in
long term.

"Long term" can mean anything
in this business.

Maybe you should start
by putting the fear of God in them.

I'm not Farrell.
I'll be offering them a fair deal.

Offer them whatever you want,

but don't offer
any percentages, OK?

Percentages are for blood only.

Walsh blood.

Night, Da.

GUN COCKS

HORSES NEIGH
AND WHINNY

KIERAN: Get rid of that.

ELECTRIC GUITAR SOLO

CORK POPS,
CLATTERS

Ja.

CUPBOARD DOOR SLAMS

CUPBOARD DOOR SLAMS

Ooh!

Don't worry,
Mama's not gonna be mad at you.

Me, on the other hand...

HE SIGHS
Did you have to pick red?

HE EXHALES DEEPLY

KNUCKLES CRACK
Oh...

PHONE BUZZES

I'm too busy to talk, mate.

How long do you think it would take
to get a team up and running?

- 'EyeSpy?'
- EyeSpy.

Team requires real money.

I'm close to finalising a deal
on additional capital.

'Enough to launch.'

Yeah, well,
I've heard that before, mate.

So, how long?

A week. Two at most.

But, look, I ain't got time
to talk about that right now.

I'll call you later.
- 'What are you doing?'

Sorting out some overdue accounting.

Is that some sort
of secret coding jargon?

No, it's exactly
what it sounds like.

I intend to collect every penny from
every cheap bastard who stiffed me.

You're a debt collector now?

'You need some help with that?'
- No, I need to do this by myself.

'All right.
Good for you, tough guy.'

But don't take too long, cos we need
to work out our next move on EyeSpy.

On that EyeSpy note, mate,
I need you to pay me 17,500 euros

for the last bit of work I did.

KISSES TEETH
Right. Um...

I can do that. I...

I can talk to Jolie
about making that a...

a condition
of closing the financing.

Oh, we're back there, are we?

'I've got to go.'

Call you back as soon
as I've sorted out my accounts.

MAN: 'You're too late, Mr Chapman.

'We closed our fiscal year
last month.'

DISCONNECT TONE

WOMAN: 'We decided not to use it.

'You can't expect us to pay
for an app we're not using.'

Course you can.

MAN: 'Tobias, are you there?'
- Yeah. If you could just...

'Sorry. You'll have to call
our head office in Dubai.'

MAN: 'Thomas, mate,
you disappoint me.

'I thought you did that
for a friend.'

It's Tobias, actually.

WOMAN: 'Thanks for waiting.'
- Yeah, I'm still here.

- 'All of our lines are busy.'
- Y...

- 'Please hold.'
- Yeah, I'll hold.

HOLD MUSIC PLAYS

DOOR CLOSES

RIKA CHUCKLES
Is it that bad?

I'm just getting warmed up.
SHE KISSES

How was the run?
- Yeah, great.

I'm not sure why I stopped.
Feels like a new me.

Hey...

This your idea or hers?
- Sorry.

No, don't be.
I kind of love the pattern.

Maybe I'll let her try a few more.

WOMAN: 'I'm sorry for the wait,
Mr Chapman.

'Are you still there?'
- I most certainly am.

'Mr Leenders is in a meeting
and has a very busy afternoon.

'I suggest calling back next week.'

SOFT ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

CUTLERY JOSTLES

CORK POPS

To success.

- It actually worked.
- Yes, it did.

Well... to the beginning and end
of our successful joint venture.

You're not a little bit curious?

- About?
- What we could achieve together.

HE CHUCKLES

We agreed to set up the pony...

..show it's operational,
and then that's it.

It's a one-off.

That was the deal.

HE CHUCKLES SOFTLY

Tickle your imagination
for a minute.

You and Tobias manage to hack

into one of the largest,
most secure ports in the world,

with relative ease, might I add?

What if we took those skills

and combined them
with our distribution capabilities?

Not just in shipping...
but the entire pipeline?

Done right,
it could be pretty potent.

"Potent".

Strong word, I like it.
Would be very fucking potent.

I can't do it.

I'm on the precipice
of something big with my company.

Software's almost done, and
I have game-changing plans for it.

Sorry.

I understand.

So, what's your price?

I don't have a price.

Hm.

Do you gamble?

Only if I wanna lose.

Tech start-up...
or fifth-generation organisation.

Which do you bet on?

- Fifth-gen, of course.
- Precisely.

Let me at least show you
what the operation looks like today.

And maybe brainstorm,

see what it could be in the future
if we were to work together.

Drop by my office.
Can't hurt, can it?

HE SCOFFS

SOFTLY: You know what I mean.

HE SIGHS

DOORBELL RINGS

INTERCOM BUZZES

Oh! OK...

HE CHUCKLES

Hm...

SHE CHUCKLES SOFTLY

No.

No way.

What is wrong with people?
DOOR OPENS

You, my friend,
should not be procreating.

DOOR CLOSES

What the fuck are you up to?

Reading a book on proper etiquette.

There's a whole chapter
on knocking before entering.

Oh, yeah? What does it say
about going behind your kin's back?

It says know the facts
before throwing stones.

What's the issue?

You meeting up
with that little shitebag Marco,

at your fucking place, no less!

Will I be replacing my doorman
or my bodyguard?

Listen, if there's a conversation
with them worth having,

I need to know about it.

What you need to know
is I do my job and you do yours.

You and I both know
we don't need them, Sloane!

Don't kid yourself.
The ports aren't getting any easier.

Police are making more arrests
than ever before.

If we stick to the old ways,
our free days are numbered.

Maybe I should be having a little
word with Marco and Tobias myself.

Genius doesn't work well staring
down the barrel of a loaded gun.

That's why I like guns.

They don't give a shit
about your IQ.

Just do us both a favour
and let me handle them?

If there's any issues,
you'll be the first to know.

I promise.
HE SLAMS TABLE

HE SIGHS
He's still here?

RECEPTIONIST:
For the last five hours.

Tobias.

I only have a minute.
- This won't take half that.

My invoice? It's past due.

I can see that. Uh...

I'll be straight.
- Fine by me.

As long as it ends up
with you writing a cheque.

Payment of this invoice
is gonna be a problem.

I did the work.
What's the problem?

And you did very well.
But that's the problem.

Your software not only tracked
every invoice, credit card charge

and payment that was made
by all the employees at the company.

It also cross-referenced them.

Wasn't that the goal?

In theory, yes.
Keeping everyone accountable.

But unfortunately, you made it track

every location of each employee
while they were travelling,

which created a fairly...
obvious pattern.

It seemed like a good way
to identify and reduce redundancy.

Maybe, but because
of your tracking program,

it became obvious that our CEO,
my boss,

had a very similar travel itinerary
to our marketing manager.

Lovely lady, even though there's
really no rational reason to this...

..sticky situation.
- Yeah. I noticed that.

But what you may not have noticed
is our CFO is the wife of our CEO.

And if she got wind
of any of this, well...

bad day at the office for everyone.

Therefore,
your program does not exist.

Neither does this,
which she would have to sign off on.

That's bullshit. I did solid work.

Sorry. It's out of my hands.

You know, this is interesting -
I've often wondered what I might do

if I had intimate knowledge of a...
sticky situation.

Hm.

Am I above blackmail?

Blackmail?

Jolie?

You fucking cock balls.

- Who the fuck are you?
- Jolie, my woman.

You're Babydoll?

Exactly what I imagined,
minus the brain cells.

You... stay... way.

Why don't you keep her away from me?

You stay way.

With pleasure.

Next time,
I pull face through asshole.

BABYDOLL
ASCENDS STAIRS

Hey, that's my dinner.
BABYDOLL GRUNTS

DOOR CLOSES,
MARCO SIGHS

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

WRENCH CLICKS

ENGINE REVS,
BRAKES SQUEAK

ENGINE POWERS OFF,
DOOR OPENS

Any of youse expecting someone?
DOOR CLOSES

GUN COCKS

ALARM BUZZES

You lost?

I'm looking for your sister.

Is that so?

I'm here. Come on in.

Hey.

What happened to you?

- Er, nothing.
- Doesn't look like nothin'.

Let me see.

It's fine.

It's not fine. Who did that to you?

Leave it.

She asked you a question,
so fucking answer it.

HE SIGHS

It's... my ex.

She's dating
this pea-brained Neanderthal,

which is fine.

He struggles with jealousy.

Or "roid rage".
- OK. Does he have a name?

- Why? What's the difference?
- Name.

I don't know. He goes by "Babydoll".

Wouldn't surprise me if
that was on his birth certificate.

She was... obviously looking
for something polar opposite of me.

- Thanks for sharing that, man (!)
- OK.

Now for the more pressing question.

What the fuck is he doing here?

We're having a conversation
about a potential partnership.

We are, are we?

What does that entail?

- Just a conversation.
- I wasn't asking you.

Well, you're more than welcome
to join us if you'd like to discuss

revolutionising our transportation
and distribution systems,

using encrypted data networks,
AI-generated digital interference

and multi-port transfers
using mesh-enhanced ponies.

Don't forget
the real-time electronic tracking.

And that.

You know what,
I don't understand a fuck

what you guys are going on about,
but nothing happens

without me signing off on it,
is that understood?

We hear you, Farrell.
So does everyone else.

Ha-ha-ha (!)

While you two
have your fucking nerd conversation,

I'll be here tuning me engine.

ALARM BUZZES

We fuckin' running a knocking
shop now?

Who the fuck are you?

Irish, huh?

I'd like to have a word
with the owner of that Volkswagen.

Hey, Marco.

Do you know these people?

NATHALIE: Judicial police.

Just have a few more questions
for you.

What the fuck about?

I'm in charge here.
How can I help you?

Uh... What is this?

What it looks like.
An auto repair shop.

Anything else happen here?

Like...?

Like... running drugs?

- I'm sorry, do you have a warrant?
- Do we need a warrant?

Because you can either cooperate
with us and answer a few questions,

or we can have a warrant
in 15 minutes.

And in 16 minutes,
we'll have a team of investigators

crawling in every crevice
of this shop.

On what grounds?

For starters,
what are those bricks over there?

- Oh!
- Oh!

Easy now, please.
Just asking a few questions.

They were
the wrong fucking questions.

You, get over there.
- I didn't do anything.

- Get the fuck over there!
- Please, tell them, it wasn't me.

I have nothing to do with this.

You'll all be feeding
the fucking frogs tonight.

Let's not do anything you'll regret.

The only thing I regret
is letting this little prick live.

So, lucky for me,
I'm getting a second chance.

Close the door.

I swear, you can trust me.
I... I don't know them.

DOOR SLIDES SHUT

GUNSHOT

METAL RATTLING

MUFFLED: No, fuck!

Fuck!

Motherfucker!

You two,
check the fucking perimeter!

- Fucking hell, man.
- Any idea who they were?

Not a fucking clue.

Someone who doesn't want us playing
in their backyard.

What about these two?

They're gone.
But there's a cop car outside.

Right... We'll have to make it
into a piece of art.

HE PANTS SOFTLY

FARRELL: Get up.

MARCO BREATHES
SHAKILY

Get the fuck up!

These two your little friends?

Huh?
- Huh? No.

No. No, I-I... I didn't tell them
anything abou...

about you or y-your operation
or this place.

I don't believe a word that comes
out of your little fuckin' snout.

Think about it.

Why am I here if they showed up
and I'm helping them? Why?

SLOANE: He's right.

He's smarter than that.

- I gotta go.
- You're not going anywhere.

Too many unanswered questions,
some of which involve you.

How does this involve me?

Can you please ask him not
to point this fucking thing at me?

Farrell. Please.

We need level heads.

And the same goes for you.

The police followed you here,
which means you're involved somehow.

So let's just deal with this,
and we'll figure the rest out later.

FARRELL: Hey.

So sweet, isn't it?

ENGINE REVS

I need to know who they were.

Can you help?

Please.

That'd be a job for Tobias.

I know.

TOBIAS: 5K each just to ID some guy?

Yeah, I know,
it's ridiculous, right?

- Any hints of who he is?
- No. I just sent you the photos.

Someone they're considering
doing business with.

What, and they don't even know
his name?

Just an alias.

TOBIAS: Is that blood?

Has he got a criminal record?

I believe it is.
Has he got a criminal record?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe.

Probably, but do we care?

Not from where I'm sitting.
Money is money.

I must admit,
I'm starting to like our new mates.

They pay well,
and they pay up front.

Yeah, they're all right.
MARCO GRUNTS

Where's Rika?

At one of her buildings,
dealing with more headaches.

I swear, she's got more patience
than anyone I know.

But one of these days,
I think her head might just pop off.

If it were me,
I'd lose my shit every day.

MARCO: Yeah, me too.

It's funny,
I never saw this working out.

- What? Me and you?
- No.

You and Rika.

Why not?

Don't take it the wrong way,
but... you...

Relationships are complicated.

You haven't really had
a lot of experience

in the dating world, which is cool.

Being a savant takes time and focus.

She's the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

I can't lose her.
- You won't.

PHONE BUZZES

How far, wide and deep
do you want me to go on this?

To the end of the fucking internet.

BUZZING CONTINUES,
HE SIGHS

I gotta take this.

MARCO: Jolie.

HE CHUCKLES

TOOLS WHIRRING

Excuse me!

RAISES VOICE: Hello?

WHIRRING CONTINUES

CASING CLATTERS

SCREAMS: Oi!
TOOLS POWER DOWN

There is blood
and bullets everywhere.

In other words, evidence.

I want it cleared up,
every last bit of it.

Now!

PHONE BUZZES

Yes?
- 'Hi, is this Sloane?'

- Who is this?
- 'Steven.

'We have an appointment
to discuss my sperm.'

Not a good time, pal.

SHE BREATHES SHAKILY

- Any luck?
- Not yet.

But plenty more places left to dig.

DOOR CLOSES

We lost him about an hour ago.

I was starting to think this guy
must be MI5 or CIA or some shit.

He's a proper ghost.

I couldn't find a trace of him
anywhere, but...

..I decided I needed to think
outside of the usual.

So I breezed through Insta.

TYPING ON KEYBOARD
What, like, Instagram?

- You can't be serious.
- Well, I didn't find him.

I just saw a load of weird people
doing strange things.

Then I tried TikTok.
- Toby, serious?

I know. Even weirder people
doing even stranger things.

Including...

VIDEO PLAYS
..this guy.

WOMAN SPEAKS
ON VIDEO

That him?

That's the same guy.

VIDEO PAUSES
The woman is Austrian.

She's got
a few hundred thousand followers.

He's in a handful of her videos.

She calls him Oncko,

or her "Dutch Gen Z Warrior"
when he's a good boy.

THEY CHUCKLE

Cross-referenced that
with every database

in the Netherlands
I could hack into...

..and landed on this school photo.

- You're a fucking wonder.
- I know.

Mm...
SHE KISSES

Are you OK?

Fine.

Who does this fuck work for?

Not on Linkedln.

We don't know yet.

Whoever they are,
they obviously lack

a certain amount
of competitive civility.

Respect for the competition.

Did anything seem off in Vienna?
- No.

I think we should hold off
on the next drop

till we get a better handle on this.

We can't let these fucking...
wannabe gangsters

riding their kiddie motorcycles
scare us.

We do that, and they'll run us
off the continent.

We need to fucking let them know
we're here to stay.

OK. I think you're right.

So what are you suggesting?

I don't wanna interrupt, but I
should be excusing myself right now.

FARRELL: Yeah, yeah, yeah,
not so fast.

With all your...
whiz-bang technology,

can we get in touch
with this arsehole?

We haven't been lucky so far.

Although Tobias did manage
to track down

the girlfriend's phone number,
email and home address.

He was, was he?

DOORBELL RINGS

IN OWN LANGUAGE:

SHE CHUCKLES

DOOR OPENS
Closed.

DOOR CLOSES
I said "closed".

SLOANE: Are you Babydoll?

- Who are you?
- Shut your mouth.

Jesus, Marco wasn't lying.
He is a Neanderthal.

I'm Marco de Bont's guardian angel.

And if you touch him again, well...

BABYDOLL GRUNTS

Are we clear?
BABYDOLL WHEEZES

WHISPERS: I think we're clear.

BEER FIZZES

Everything all right?

What do you mean?

Well, your mouth's usually moving
and words are coming out.

Lots of words.
- Fuck off.

TOBIAS CHUCKLES

We're making decent money for the
first time since I don't know when.

There's no reason to be down.

Trying to figure some things out.

- EyeSpy?
- Maybe.

The Irish?

Maybe.

There's no reason
we can't do it all.

MARCO SCOFFS

What?

It's fucking complicated.

TOBIAS CHUCKLES

The fuck are you giggling about?

There's nothing
that Marco de Bont touches

that isn't anything
less than complicated.

Yeah, right.

BEER SPLASHES
Oi!

Fuck off.

- Oh, God!
- Fuck off!

# Fucking up these racks
Just to make it back in one night

# She do it for the set
So I set her up a good life... #

Hm.

RAP MUSIC CONTINUES
IN BACKGROUND

So, Boss is a bit perturbed.

Thinks we can do better.
- The Irish are stubborn.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

All men are stubborn.
Even the good ones.

Not that I know any.

What now?

We turn up the volume...

..so it becomes loud and clear
to these Irish fucks

they need to swim back
to their own shithole of an island.

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