Original subtitles

Mrs. Worth has sustained a neurological injury

to the temporal lobe,

caused by the entry of a foreign object into the brain.

Can I have that in English, please?

A fragment of her skull came loose

when your son was shot.

His head, or a portion of it,

may have collided with his mother's.

Is she gonna be okay?

(MACHINE BEEPING)

(SIGHING)

(SOFTLY) Don't leave me, love.

I don't know what'll happen to us if you leave me.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHAINS RATTLING)

JOHNNY: What the fuck do we do now?

Stop panicking.

-You said he never missed. -He doesn't.

"The kid who never misses,"

-that's what you said. -He never does. He never misses.

You said, "Whitey Brown. Sure shot. Steady as steel.

"Heat-seeking dispenser of destiny. The reaper."

Remember that? "The killer. The kid."

I did.

And he doesn't.

Miss.

What, ever? Ever, Frank?

Never.

He just did.

The fucker ducked.

I warned you. He's a slippery bastard.

Oh, right, well, if the target won't stand still...

-He's a coward. -That explains it, then.

-He's the one to blame. -He's the one

who killed a fucking child.

(VIDEO GAME BEEPING)

JOHNNY: Hey.

We need to clear out of Canada.

FRANK: We can't.

JOHNNY: Well, we've got to.

FRANK: No, we got a job to do.

JOHNNY: Listen, fuck the job,

FRANK: Fuck the job? JOHNNY: Yeah.

FRANK: Fuck you.

Now we came here to kill him,

and we're gonna bloody well do it,

and if you don't like it, tough tits.

I don't pay you to like it.

You don't pay me at all.

Yeah, well, that's 'cause you owe me, Johnny.

GODSWILL: Frank is right.

We stay here and finish what we started.

Well, fuck me,

it does talk.

Talks in clichés,

but it does talk.

We wait for another chance, innit?

(MOCKINGLY) Innit? Innit? Innit? Hey!

No one's asking you.

FRANK: Yeah, well, no one asked you, neither.

Hey, and he's the one who fucked up the job.

I ain't fucked up nothing.

This is just the start.

Start of what, Whitey?

I need a shower.

(DOOR CLOSES)

The guy's cracked.

Shut up, will you, Johnny?

So what do we do now, eh?

What do we do?

(SHOWER RUNNING)

We go back to Little Big Bear,

we lie low till we get... What? Till we get another shot.

(LAUGHS) Us lot?

Yeah.

In that place?

(LAUGHS)

Look at us, Frank.

I mean, how are we gonna blend in here? Hmm?

We're going to stick out like cocks at a cunt fest.

We go to work.

(UPBEAT GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN: I love this country.

Lived here all my life.

It's my home

and I'm proud to be a part of it.

My grandfather was from the old country.

Came over on a steamer and set up near Big Bear.

Log shanty, horse and cart.

Hand-dug water well.

He worked the woods and his friends worked with him.

Making a home.

Raising a family.

Building a future.

(CHUCKLING) Guess you could call him a pioneer.

(UPBEAT MODERN MUSIC PLAYING)

That was then,

and times have changed.

I've got my own family now.

But I've got a whole new bunch of friends.

And we'd like you to join us.

Making a home.

Building a future.

North Stream Oil.

Welcome to the new frontier.

(INAUDIBLE)

(ANNA CRYING)

Can I get you anything?

What?

Xanax? Diazepam?

Oh, no, thanks.

If you change your mind.

BENOIT: Chief Worth?

Inspector Benoit Lehane, RCFP.

How do you do?

I bring personal condolences

from the Commissioner and the Assistant Commissioner.

I bring the sympathies of H Section, Montreal,

and of the entire Royal Canadian Federal Police.

(SIGHS)

Right, and I bring some shitty coffee.

Thanks.

I want a constable parked outside this door.

Done.

BENOIT: And your daughter?

No, she's with me.

BENOIT: I know nothing I can say or do

is gonna bring your boy back.

To that extent I'm a useless impingement

on your grief, but... I can tell you this.

Justice will be done.

Right.

JIM: What are you doing here?

DENISE: Chief, we're so sorry.

JIM: You close the road?

It's the first thing you should have done was close the road.

No, Chief, we can't just close the road.

Not without the consent of the District.

DENISE: Shouldn't the Feds be handling this?

-Oh, they are. -DENISE: They are?

Yeah, they are.

Okay, so what should we be doing?

Be closing the fucking road.

DENISE: But why?

So no one gets in or out.

NICK: (ON RADIO) I'm not manning the roadblock,

we got a homicide to work.

DENISE: (ON RADIO) I'm getting auxiliary volunteers.

NICK: It'll take an army reserve unit

to stop North Stream Oil bringing guys in.

DENISE: Just don't let anyone out.

Do they know who did this?

Local Police Service.

What?

They did not have the authority to close a road.

No, I mean, do they know who killed the boy?

No.

Now I can bus in workers from our side of the road closure,

but I cannot get equipment through.

Monsieur Gagnon, a child has just been murdered.

GAGNON: I'm well aware of that.

But the fact remains,

no truck,

no equipment,

no refinery.

(QUIETLY) Osti.

Okay, guys.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN: From the moment you step off of our courtesy shuttle,

your every need is cared for.

(SIGHS) Fuck me.

You'll lodge in North Stream Oil's

brand new staff village

where it's easy to make yourself at home.

Award-winning cuisine from every corner of the globe.

And best of all,

you're doing a job you can be proud of.

I want to go home.

Home?

Yeah, to London.

JIM: Mum can't be moved yet, love.

ELIZABETH: I'm a parent, but I can't begin

to imagine what you are feeling.

If there's anything I can do.

Anything at all.

How is Mrs. Worth?

In a coma.

I heard her chances of full recovery were improved

by the new facilities at Little Big Bear Hospital.

Come again?

I hear her chances for a full recovery

were improved by the new facilities

at Little Big Bear hospital.

JIM: Oh, I get it.

Facilities and staff paid for by North Stream Oil,

"because we care," right?

We do.

But you got a job to do and you're here to make a deal.

I am here to offer our full support

in the investigation--

You want the road open so you can finish your refinery.

That's not my priority.

ELIZABETH: We got off to a bad start.

Heated words were exchanged.

I'm here to extend an olive branch.

Go on, then.

A reward.

For information leading to the capture of

the killers of your son.

Fuck off.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

JIM: You should be.

DENISE: No prints.

Hollow point bullet was shredded,

so no match to a weapon.

No shells were found.

Striation on the sniper's bullet

in the window frame came back insufficient.

Feds are taking a look at the briefcase.

What do you know about...

uh, Suzy Bouchard?

DENISE: She did a lot for my community.

My father trusted her.

I trusted her.

So, you think there could be something

to this North Stream business, huh?

The woman I knew only spoke the truth.

You got anything for nerves?

-DENISE: Xanax? -Mm.

Uh, top drawer, just to the left side.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(DOOR CLOSING)

You two an item?

DENISE: Us? No.

Really?

No.

Why?

So, this conversation, this is between us.

It stops with us.

(CREAKING)

(CREAKING)

(THUD)

(CREAKING CONTINUES)

(CREAKING)

I ducked.

When the gunman went to pull the trigger,

I didn't even think about it, I just...

ducked, and the bullet...

it went over my head

and into my son.

DENISE: Ducking is a natural reflex.

But, if I hadn't done it,

he'd still be alive.

-Right? -From 10 feet?

Chances are you would both be dead.

(DOOR OPENING)

NICK: Chief.

Thanks.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

(CREAKING CONTINUES)

(WHITEY BREATHING HARD)

JIM: If you want to go to London,

you could stay with your Auntie Jean.

I'm not going on my own.

We all go or we all stay.

Right, then, if you stay, you stay within my sight 24/7.

Peas in a pod.

You wait here, all right, love?

Won't be long.

Keep an eye on her. Don't let her out of your sight.

NICK: Copy that.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING, FAINT)

(OIL WORKER SINGING ALL RIGHT NOW)

You've had enough.

He's close.

Who is?

I've had enough of this.

Where do you think you're going?

No.

We stay put, finish what we started.

S-stay put, yeah? Fuck you.

Keep calm.

Stop telling me to keep calm.

Because we're accessories...

-Keep your voices down! -...to the murder

of a 5-year-old boy whose daddy

happens to be the fucking filth.

-Shut him up, Frank. -Okay.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Can I help you?

We just want to look around.

GAGNON: You got a warrant?

Place of work. Don't need one.

You need a reason.

Murder investigation?

JIM: Dr. Susan Bouchard.

This an interview?

Why, you want a lawyer?

Chief Worth.

We'd be more than happy to help.

So... just a couple of questions

about the suspected murder of Dr. Bouchard.

Dr. Bouchard?

Yeah, Dr. Susan Bouchard.

She compiled, uh,

some sort of medical report shortly before she was murdered.

Re: North Stream.

Would you care to comment about that?

I have no knowledge of any report.

Your company ruined her life, apparently.

Uh, some sort of blacklist.

JIM: She was terrified about what you might do next.

(LAUGHS) What?

I wouldn't be able to comment on that.

JIM: Why not?

There must be a ton of lawyers in this place.

Oh, don't worry. I can wait.

Yeah, okay. You've had enough. Just put it down.

You've had enough, mate.

-Ah! -Oh, fuck.

Sorry, pal.

Asshole.

I'll buy you another one, all right? What was it,

a shandy, you big fucking poof?

-Hey! Hey! -What did you say?

Leave it.

Who the fuck are you?

Walk away.

(EXCLAIMING IN PAIN)

Shit.

Uh...

Unit One, we have a disturbance in progress. Location...

(ON RADIO) Randy's. The girl's with me, so I need backup.

Stay there.

Ride 'em high, cowboy.

Hey.

Fancy a slice of my Sheffield steel,

you fucking Canadian cunt?

Hey!

JOHNNY: Think you're a match for the best of British, do ya?

(CROWD CHATTERING)

Ladies and gentlemen!

JOHNNY: Eh?

WHITEY: The winner

of tonight's Killer Karaoke Contest is...

Here's Johnny!

(CROWD CHEERING)

JOHNNY: No, no. Not going on.

Get off. Whoa! Take it easy. Whoa!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WHITEY: What's your name, son?

Come on, don't be shy.

It's Tim.

(CROWD CHEERING)

And where are you from, Tim?

Blackpool.

What?

Blackpool.

Blackpool!

England!

WHITEY: It hasn't escaped my notice that you

are carrying a guitar.

You wouldn't happen to be a musician

by any chance, would you?

JOHNNY: Yes, I do, as a matter of fact.

WHITEY: Yes, he is, folks!

Well...

What more fitting way

to celebrate your victory this evening

than by singing us...

an encore!

(CROWD CHEERING)

JOHNNY: I'm gonna sing a little Blackpool rock.

(GRUNTS)

(PLAYING GUITAR)

(CROWD CHEERING)

JOHNNY: Hey!

(SINGING) You can tell by the way I use my walk

I'm a woman's man No time to talk

Music loud and women warm Kicked around since I was born

That's all right It's okay

You may look the other way

We can try to understand

The New York Times' effect on man

Whether you're a mother or whether you're a brother

You're staying alive

(MUSIC MUFFLES)

Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'

You're staying alive

Ah, ha, ha, ha

(MUSIC CLEAR AGAIN)

JOHNNY: Staying alive, brother!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Life goin' nowhere Somebody help me

Somebody help me Yeah!

Life goin' nowhere

Somebody help me Yeah!

JOHNNY: I need a little Blackpool rock right there.

(CROWD CHEERING)

It says, "For anxiety."

GREGOIRE: (ON PHONE) There's no difference between

a pill and a drink, Jim.

They both numb the pain, but at what cost?

Once you start, you won't be able to stop,

and then you won't be present for Anna.

I'll take that as a no, then.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(DOOR KNOB RATTLING)

(CREAKING)

(GASPS)

(SNIFFS)

(EXHALES)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(FLUTE WHISTLING)

JIM: You know the real reason we came out here, right?

ANNA: Why?

'Cause I'm an alcoholic

and your mum thought putting 6,000 miles between

me and London was a good idea.

Although, there are a ton of pubs out here.

I'm not an idiot, Dad. We've had the conversation.

There was a conversation, was there?

About your disease.

Booze wasn't your problem, it was your solution.

You wanted life to be beautiful, but it wasn't,

till you took a drink, then everything clicked.

And the drugs.

Don't forget the drugs, love. There's loads of drugs.

For 25 years,

it made the bad times okay and the good times better.

Till it stopped working.

You started doing things, things you couldn't remember.

One sip of this and you'd change.

Become someone else.

Someone horrible.

So, promise me.

I promise.

Say it.

Say, "I promise you, Anna,

"I promise on your life I won't drink again."

-I promise. -On your life.

On your life.

(CREAKING)

Let's make this quick, all right?

PETEY: Dad?

JIM: Yep?

What's ice called?

Ice is called ice, Pete.

-Stand up. -Ice.

Come here.

It's what happens when

water gets really cold.

-Dad? -Yep?

What's water called?

(GROANING)

Water's called water, Pete.

Dad?

Get rid of that, huh?

You okay?

(SNIFFLES)

-Feels weird. -Mm.

Like I'm not her anymore.

Come here.

(SOBBING)

You're still my little girl.

No one's gonna hurt you, all right?

(CAR APPROACHING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

DENISE: (ON PHONE) You okay, Chief?

I'm with Anna.

We're fine.

DENISE: What if the shooter tries again?

He... He won't. He...

missed me from 10 feet

and then he ran away, Denise.

JIM: He's crap at his job.

JIM: He's probably still in town,

shitting himself, wondering whether he should fuck off or

wait around and take another pop.

That's why we keep the roads closed.

JIM: And if he runs for it, kill him.

-Quick as you can, love. -Yep.

(JOHNNY PLAYING GUITAR)

JOHNNY: (SINGING) I was

Inches from fame

Fun and bitches

(LAUGHS)

Ah, fuck fame.

Integrity would have done.

(SINGING) But a poker game dealt me a blow

Lost my riches

Now Trini Lopez

Is all that I have left

To bet

But it wouldn't have settled my gambling debts

Anyway

You cunt!

What the fuck have I done?

You dropped one of these, you fucking nonce.

Up at the cabin!

What are you talking-- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I couldn't have.

You lie to me

and I'll fucking kill you.

What is it, Whitey?

(GRUNTS)

That girl has found one of Johnny's snouts.

God knows why.

Now, she's got his DNA

all over the end of a fag butt.

FRANK: Johnny?

WHITEY: He's a fucking liability, Frank.

(SHOUTS) Me?

What about him?

Shut up, Johnny.

He was smoking when he went to the house.

-JOHNNY: It was an accident. -You.

Fuck!

GODSWILL: This is bad.

We gotta get a hold of that fag butt.

The girl.

She's taken it with her.

Christ!

Right.

One of you lot's got to get it off her.

I'll do it.

How?

JOHNNY: I will fucking kill her if I have to.

You won't touch her.

If that girl is onto us, we got to clear out, Whitey.

We can't.

Now, while we still can.

We can't!

Why not?

Because the fucking road's still closed.

What?

Now, I'm telling you

that we have to fucking kill her!

Don't you fucking touch her.

I'll do it.

Have you started smoking again?

What? Don't be daft.

The last time you got pissed, you started smoking first.

I have not started smoking again.

Anna.

Hi.

Thank you.

(DOOR CLOSING)

GREGOIRE: You've reached Reverend Gregoire.

I'm unable to take your call right now.

Just leave a message at the tone

and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

-(VOICE MAIL BEEPS) -Call me.

So, Nick's right outside the door.

(TV PLAYING)

Don't answer it to anyone but me or him, all right?

And whatever you do, don't go near the peephole.

Why not?

Just don't.

Where are you going?

Work, love.

Why aren't you taking me? You said, "Peas in a pod."

Sooner or later, I've got to do something about this,

and I can't do it with you glued to my side, can I?

I'll be back soon.

All right? I promise.

Mmm.

FRANK: Fifth floor.

Room 504. Northeast side of the building,

nearest the fire escape.

FRANK: Yeah, leaving now.

The girl's on her own.

And you will never...

pull this off, you know.

Watch me.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

Chief.

Whiskey.

Glass, shot or highball?

Shot.

Coming up.

(MUSIC MUFFLED)

Thanks.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

(MACHINE BEEPING)

Where are the kids?

Anna's in the hotel,

and, uh,

she's fine.

And Petey?

He's... He... Pete...

He's dead, love.

He's dead. Pete's dead.

Huh?

He's dead, love.

(BEEPING)

(BOTTLES CLINKING)

(MOANING)

No.

No.

(MOANS)

(COUGHS)

(FLUTE WHISTLING)

(FLUTE WHISTLING)

(FLUTE WHISTLING)

(FLUTE WHISTLING)

(RUSTLING)

(GASPS)

(CAR APPROACHING)

Hey!

(OPENS BOTTLE)

Drive.

Where to?

(17 HORSES PLAYING)