All language subtitles for Reef Break - S01E06.WEB.H264-Insidious

Previously on "Reef Break"...

The Governor would like
to put you on a retainer.

I hear you're some kind of fancy fixer

for the Governor now.

Doing for him
like you used to do for me.

Maybe this is not as casual
as we keep saying it is?

I nearly told Cat.

Still waiting on those divorce papers.

And you're the mercenary

who does a bunch of shady stuff
for Carter Eastland.

Mr. Eastland has suffered

a traumatic attempt on his life.

Are you ready to die today?

Bomb and a knife.

I know a bluff when I see one.

She was bluffing.

5...

4...

3...

2...

1.

Okay.

Done.

Enjoy your new passports, fellas.

So where are we headed?

Reef Island.

Thirsty work out there.
Even for Cat Chambers.

What are you? A good Samaritan?

Compliments of Doug O'Casey.

He needs a word with you.

No, thanks.

I see you got my message.

Twice in one month.

What game are you playing this time?

So, you're not interested

in what I know about Jakinda,
"the mad bomber"?

You know nothing.

I know she wanted
to make Carter Eastland go boom

and that your boy Wyatt Cole shot her

before she got the chance.

Yeah, well, that was all over the news.

You could have read it on Twitter.

I'm not impressed.

I like it when you make me try harder.

What are you doing getting yourself

all twisted up in this?

What I always do.
Make things happen for money.

Alright. I'll play. What things?

I was asked to get Jakinda
clean entry into the Reef.

I handled it, but I had no idea
what she was doing here.

Who asked?

Stuyler...

but you already knew that.

Alright, then.

Talk to me. What don't I know?

There are more coming
to finish the job on Eastland.

- How many?
- Four.

Land this afternoon

on the 2:00 flight from Honolulu...

and they are stone cold killers.

You would rather die
than take immunity,

so why are you telling me this?

So you can let Eastland know
that Stuyler set him up,

but I'm the one saving his ass.

Why do you care
what Carter Eastland thinks?

You own this dump.
He can't touch you in here.

He touches everything on the Reef, Cat.

You and I both know

I'll never get out of here
through normal channels,

thanks to you.

You know you're dreaming, right?

What else do I have to live for, Cat?

Except these little chats.

Yeah.

It's me.

You've been burned.

_

He's got a gun.

Sir, you can't go in there.

Hey!

Change of plans... head North. Now.

I can't!

You land this plane
on Reef Island, you die.

Do you understand?

We've got less than
a hundred gallons of fuel left.

I don't land and we all die.

You beat me here.

Eh, you call, I jump.

Though I must admit,

this is kind of a weird place
to sign divorce papers,

even by your standards.

Unless, of course, you're heading off

for a shotgun wedding...

...but you have no luggage.

And no ticket and no divorce papers.

I just saw Doug O'Casey.

- Really?
- And he knew all about Jakinda.

- So what?
- So...

he told me that Richard Stuyler

had him arrange clean entry
for Jakinda onto the Reef.

Oh, what? You don't believe me?

I do believe you.

I also care about your safety,

which Doug definitely does not...

and we've both got the scars
to prove it.

You have to start
trusting my judgement.

Doug O'Casey told me

that Richard Stuyler asked him
to organize clean entry

for a group of hit men
to get on this island

and whack Carter Eastland,

and they are about to land here
any moment.

You got names?

No, but I do have a motive
as to why Doug would tip me off.

He realizes he backed the wrong
horse with Richard Stuyler,

and now he wants to get
on Carter Eastland's good side

before he ends up in the prison morgue.

You've still got a thing for him,

don't you?

I can't believe
you're gonna let Doug do this

and play you all over again.

Doug O'Casey is sitting in prison

because I put him there.

Meanwhile, I'm arguing with

the most pig-headed man on the Reef.

Look, you have to believe me, okay?

Something bad is about to go down.

Please?

10 minutes.

Just to prove you wrong.

See you've got your gun back.

Seven days, not bad to be cleared

- by an OIS board.
- Yeah, well,

they knew it was a good shooting.

Didn't say it wasn't.

Just that you're being put
back in the lineup kind of fast.

Well, you fall off the bike,

you get back on. Right?

Are you sure that you're okay?

I'm good.

Thanks.

FBI. She's with me.

I'm with him.

I'll check it out. Be right back.

Run!

Go! Run!

This is Special Agent Jake Elliot, FBI.

I want all incoming flights rerouted...

all outgoing flights grounded.

If you want to live,
listen very carefully.

My associate, Mr. Whitney,
will be coming down the aisle.

Place all cell phones in the bag!

I'm establishing
a mobile command center

East side of the airfield.

We have a hijacking,
flight 0215 out of Honolulu,

currently on the tarmac, activate SWAT.

And for those of you
who have visions of valor,

this Glock is a rapid fire weapon.

There's a bullet for each one of you.

You'll never make it out of your seat.

ATC.

Get me radio contact
with that pilot now.

Tower to flight 0215,
tower to flight 0215,

come in, please...

This is flight 0215.

Who am I speaking with?

Special Agent Jake Elliot, FBI.

A fed?

Just my luck.

From the people who brought you
Waco, Ruby Ridge.

Is that why you guys shot at me?

Don't flatter yourself.

I got a smorgasbord

of alphabet soup agencies chasing me.

FBI just happens to be
my least favorite.

Well, if you were to surrender
right now,

I'd be happy to give whomever you want

the credit, Mister...

Just call me Mr. Pink.

Now, in the interest of time,
let's dispense of all the BS.

Tell me something...
how many hijackings

have you successfully negotiated?

I'll tell you at your arraignment.

Let me help you out,

the lives of all these passengers

depend on how quickly you can handle

one simple demand...

And what's that?

How quickly you can fill up
this plane with gasoline.

You have 30 minutes. Tick tock.

Jake Elliot, lone FBI agent,
meet Kristy Ellis,

Reef PD's one-woman intel department.

Hijackers' intent
was not to take the plane.

They were walking off,

spotted me, and opened fire.

What were you doing here
in the first place?

I was meeting Cat.
Doug O'Casey tipped her off.

I've got the manifest.

Geyer family of four.

Honolulu PD put something
out on the wire

half an hour ago
about them being killed.

Well, that confirms we're
dealing with four hijackers.

And they're prepared to kill
to get what they want.

This guy make any demands?

Yeah, 800 gallons of fuel,
in the next 25 minutes.

Well, they didn't come here
just to gas up.

No, according to Doug,

they came here to finish
what Jakinda started...

kill Carter Eastland.

Well, you got any proof
besides the word of a hardcore felon?

No,

but Stuyler may be our best chance

to get those passengers off alive.

We have to find him.

He's been MIA since last week...

If he's behind this,

there's no way he stays hidden today.

Alright. I'm on it.

Sergeant.

I need you to get me
that fuel truck right now.

And get me a second one. An empty one.

- An empty one?
- Just do it.

Attention, please.

The airport runway will be
closed until further notice.

Please contact your airline
for further assistance.

Where's my tanker?

Take it easy... I still got, uh,

24 minutes.

It's a small island.

We only have a limited fuel allotment.

Well, maybe when I shoot
my first passenger,

you'll know I'm not bluffing.

No!

- Pink?
- That was a stupid thing to do!

Pink, what the hell's going on?

It seems the co-pilot has
suffered a terrible accident.

Wait! Please!

What the hell did you do?!

The Captain broke the rules...

...and the co-pilot paid the price.

You killed her?! You sick bastard.

No... I didn't kill her.

Not yet.

Now, you know I'm a man of my word,

but I'm done speaking to you.

Get me the Governor.

You bring the Governor in now,

and I'll give you the injured co-pilot.

That's not possible.

The Governor isn't
on the island right now.

Then you bring me the next best thing.

I need time.

Time is something you don't have.

Okay! Let me make a call.

- Hey.
- It's me.

I need you, now.

Okay.

I have an idea.

This is as good as it gets.

I just spoke with the Governor.

His second in command is on her way.

She's the ranking authority on the Reef.

What's her name?

I'm Lieutenant Governor Ana Dumont.

Now... are you ready
to get down to business?

Pleasure to meet you, Miss Dumont.

Mr. Cher, see what you can find out

about the Lieutenant Governor, hmm?

Sure thing, boss.

He's on the government website!

If Cat's cover's blown,
they'll kill her.

Don't worry, I got this.

Greater than, I-M-G equals,

quote, CatChambers.jpg, end quote...

Hurry up!

Boom!

Oh, crap.

Nice photo.

Ah.

Well, I'm in charge
of the tourism bureau.

Last year was a little slow.

I'm sure they don't have
that problem anymore.

Check the lady's handbag.

By all means.

There's, uh, scotch and cigars.

I always find negotiations work better

when both parties are relaxed.

But that...

Damned if I can get on a plane

and not be seated
next to a screaming baby.

Not even a hijacker
wants that as a hostage.

Why don't you let the baby go
so I can think?

Mr. Cher, remove the baby...

and... and its mother.

Oh, and, uh, the co-pilot, too.

She's bleeding.

- Thank you.
- Let's go.

Please, take a seat.

Sure.

Look, I need you to find a way

to get me a live video feed
from inside that plane.

Sergeant, can you contact Wyatt

and see if he's found Stuyler yet?

Go!

Come on.

Mr. Eastland...

Detective.

I'm sorry,
I never got a chance to thank you

for your heroics at the hotel.

You saved my life.

Eh, just doing my job.

Boy!

I can't believe how badly
I misjudged Jakinda.

She was with me for over three years.

You think you know someone...

Oh, well, I got some new business

to talk to you about now.

- What would that be?
- Your man,

Richard Stuyler, I need to find him.

Well, Richard Stuyler is
no longer at Eastland Empire.

- He quit?
- No.

Unfortunately,
I was forced to make a change

when it became clear
that we had different visions

for the direction of the company.

The company that bears my name.

Well, do you have an address,
contact information?

No, I don't.

Perhaps somebody at my office
could help.

Good boy.

Ah.

What's this about, Detective?

Richard Stuyler allowed Jakinda
close enough to kill you.

And now I've got
an airplane full of people

on the tarmac at the airport,

held hostage by four gunmen.

I'm afraid I don't follow.

Richard Stuyler.

He organized passage
for them to come over here.

To finish the job.

Are you saying he's responsible

for a second,
failed attempt on my life?

He really isn't much
of an assassin, is he?

Did you even hear anything I just said?

You're here playing fetch with Fido...

- Jupiter.
- Whatever.

There are lives at stake.

I like you, Detective. I do.

And I really do want to help you.

But I can't.

Jupiter, come on.

There's your fuel truck.

And here is to negotiating
in good faith.

You don't strike me as a politician.

Really?

Well, it was kind of
a last-minute career choice.

You know,

when that tanker is finished
fueling up this plane,

I'm gone

and I'm taking
all these passengers with me.

So maybe, you don't know me
as well as you think you do.

I think you're a man
who understands risk.

That bullet wound... it's in front.

That means you got it
going into battle...

not running away.

And judging by your age,

I'd say you were fighting
in the Second Congo War.

That's also where you got
that scar on your face...

because you were hunting
the great five on foot.

Like I said,
I think you understand risk,

which tells me
you also understand reward.

Cigars, scotch, and a deck of cards.

Want to play?

Are you in yet?

DC-3 has a closed system.

I'm having trouble finding a way
to bypass the encryption.

Wait...

Got it.

Jake.

Good news...

Oh, tell me you've
hacked somebody's phone?

No. They've been confiscated.

I could tell because
the signal on the plane...

Uh, stay on topic.

I sent some malware
to the DC-3's cabin monitor

and voilà...

Good.

Yes, Governor,

I understand that we don't negotiate

with hijackers,
but given their demands,

I don't believe these are fanatics...

They're requesting fuel, sir.

Rest assured,
I'll do whatever it takes.

If I can get them to negotiate
face to face, I will...

Well done, Miss Dumont.

Miss Dumont, that's funny.

I'm glad you think so.

So Cat... who has zero
experience negotiating

with hijackers, is doing exactly that,

in addition to impersonating me,
a government official.

More or less.

And you allowed this to happen?

Believe it or not, right,

I've actually trained
for situations like this.

Special Agent for the FBI...
is still my job.

That's really great, Jake,

but my job's gonna be calling
all the widows and orphans

of the people on that plane!

What happens when they Google
my name, by the way?

All taken care of.

We replaced your photograph
on the official Reef website.

I know you don't care
about your career anymore, Jake,

but I take the lives of
my constituents very seriously.

I'm asking the Governor
to authorize a tactical assault

before your ex gets everyone killed.

The Governor trusts Cat and so do you.

That's why you hired her.

- Not for this.
- Precisely for this.

Trust your instincts. Cat knows people.

She knows exactly how to get
what she wants from them.

So what's, uh... what's the risk?

The risk is every time you lose,
a hostage goes free.

And the reward?

Well, since I am currently

the reigning sovereign on the Reef,

every time you win,
I grant you clemency.

Not as exciting as I pictured.

But you know what? I'll take it.

Okay, every hand you win,

another regional crime is pardoned.

Deal.

If she was shooting dice,

she'd have the whole plane
cleared by now.

No one's that good, not even her.

Ah!

Alright. That's one for me.

You. Go.

Come here, ma'am.

She's literally gambling
with these people's lives.

You've never really seen Cat
play cards, have you?

This isn't gambling, it's cheating.

You know, back in the ancient times,

when a negotiator cheated,

they'd cut out their tongue

before beating them to death.

You think I'm cheating?

I know you're cheating.

But the fun part
is gonna be catching you.

Any luck?

Checked bars, informants,
even his local whore house.

Eastland doesn't know anything either.

Let's track his vehicle through VAS.

Okay, what do we got?

There's three Richard Stuylers
in the database.

Let's start with these.

Black SUV. That's him.

Follow that vehicle.
Let's see where he goes.

Once he's outside the city,
we lose him.

Go back to his last stop.

That's the downtown CyberC@fe. Thanks.

Is the breach team ready?

Airplane assaults are risky.

So is waiting too long.

4B, head on out.

Five minutes.
And we're good to go, Boss.

Bad news,

we're gonna have to finish up
some other time.

Hey, let's just keep playing.

If it wasn't for the fact

that there were two dozen
heavily armed officers

willing to end my life
with the pull of a trigger,

I'd be thinking differently.

So please, don't take this personally.

Well, you know.

Did you think I was gonna let you

cheat me out of 18 straight hands?

I would have let you win a few.

Now what?

Now I want an objective assessment.

We hit the plane, how many
people are gonna get hurt?

Jake! I asked you a question.

It's a steel tube with zero cover.

Your Boss should be
very, very proud of you.

I wasn't willing
to let any of them walk.

My Boss is not gonna be
proud of me at all, okay?

Okay, if I don't get all of
these hostages off the plane,

my boss is gonna fire me.

Help a girl out, alright?

Alright. Time to go.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

You know, it must suck...

you know, having that feeling
all the time.

And what feeling might that be?

I don't know. The feeling that...

maybe today's the day
it all catches up with you.

I mean, is this really what you wanted

for your life at 45, hmm?

50, and you can stop
polishing my rocks.

Fine, 53... if I'm really being honest.

Well, there ain't really
much opportunity for a 401(k)

in this line of work.

But you could change that.

I can help you. Let's double down.

Two hostages every time I win.

$50,000 in untraceable bearer bonds

every time you win.

How's that for a 401(k)?

You travel with bearer bonds?

No, but I can make a phone call
and have them here...

...like that.

50 grand a hand.

What is she doing in there?

You have to call
Royal Bank Pacifica immediately.

You're kidding me, right?

You have to trust me
when I say "trust her."

Anyway, your brother should be back

with some answers soon.

Hey.

I'm Detective Cole, Reef Island Police.

This is Richard Stuyler.
He was here three hours ago.

I need you to tell me anything
you may know about him.

I'm not trying to be difficult, but,

I do need to see a warrant.

It's not the first time
you guys have been in here.

Two-striper came in a few weeks back

looking for some evidence.

Two-striper, you know your lingo.

You got a family member on the job?

No, but I was thinking
of joining the force.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Just got to finish my GED
and get those felonies

expunged from my record first...

Well, I'm sure that won't be
much of a problem.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- You'd do that?
- Yeah.

Now, can you show me
which computer he was on?

Your dude spent all of his time

on some kinda aviation website.

ReefIslandFlightTracker.com.

Lets you follow any airplane
in the world, live.

What flight did he track?

Uh...

0215, nonstop from Honolulu.

Yeah, what is that?

Uh... looks like he pinned
another location

in the North of the island.

I'm gonna need a copy of this.

Stuyler!

Stuyler!

Anything on Stuyler?

He ate his gun.

But not before texting the hijackers

you were onto them.

How'd Stuyler know?

Doug O'Casey's playing both sides.

Should have seen that coming.

Is that Cat?

She's impersonating your sister.

I'll sweeten the deal for you.

I'll throw in another fuel truck

to fill up the auxiliary tank.

Let's move. Got to go now.

Mr. Adele, a fresh deck of cards
from the galley, please.

You've got it.

- Sit down, sit down, sit down.
- Ah, let's play.

- It's your lucky day, honey.
- Yes.

I know your kind too.

You're tough, a flippant exterior.

You know what your real weakness is?

You're desperate to give a damn
about something or someone.

Like maybe you once did.

Are you in network?

Because we should do this once a week.

You know, a little therapy.

Or maybe you still do...

which is the real reason
you're doing what you're doing.

Ah, thank you, Mr. Adele.

No problem.

You know, truth be known,

all I need is one hostage,

and I can go wherever the hell I want.

Shall we play? After you.

I win.

Oh, and... and... and... and
where is the other fuel tank?

It's coming. Relax. Let's play.

And I don't need to tell you
what will happen

if those bearer bonds don't arrive

before we're ready to leave.

They'll show.

I win again.

We're not getting off this plane.

- Oh, oh, oh.
- We're all going to die.

- Hey, shut up.
- I can't.

- No.
- I can't. It's not fair.

- She's a liar.
- Hey! Shut up!

Please. That woman is lying.

- There are no bearer bonds.
- What?

She does not work for the government.

Her real name is Cat Chambers.

It's... She's a liar.

Okay? She's a thief

and a convicted criminal
on three continents!

Okay, you know what?
That is absolutely untrue.

I paid that magistrate
a lot of money in London

to get those charges dropped.

Two continents.

Whoa. And I cannot believe that
is my Wikipedia picture.

Just saying.

Listen, Pink, Beyoncé,
whatever your name is,

you of all people,

as a hunter and a warrior,
understand...

- Shut up.
- You understand

- the art of deception.
- Shut up. No, listen.

Open the door and throw her out.

Mr. Cher, open the door.

Sure, Boss.

- Get off. Open the door.
- Let's go.

Stay with the plan.

- Nope. Plan B.
- Wyatt.

I know. I know.

Are you gonna help me or not?

- Go, go, go, go, go, go.
- You know, I'm just...

I'm just surprised is all.

Surprised at what?

That you of all people didn't know.

Know?

This DC-3 doesn't have
an auxiliary tank.

I got one more demand!

Everybody off this plane or she dies!

I told you I only need one hostage.

Will somebody shoot this guy already?

Nobody's getting shot today.

Thank you.

Nice.

How the hell did you know?

Oh, well, I looked
at the manifest earlier,

and there was a name
I recognized... Loren Diaz.

Jake needed the door open
to let the SWAT team in,

and it turns out
she had a grudge against me.

Pretty confident she would rat you out.

It was a pretty big grudge.

The lives of all those passengers

rested on one woman's vendetta
against you?

Yeah. Well, what can I say...

I have a way of really
pissing people off.

You want to play Russian
Roulette with your own life

in the service of
benefiting the Governor,

more power to you...

but pull a stunt like this again, Cat,

and I swear I will cut you off
at the knees.

Okay. Alright.

I'll take that onboard
and think about it...

while you're taking credit
for what I did today

as Ana Dumont.

Mm.

Mm.

Thank you for saving my life today.

It was really very... sexy.

Yeah, well, after what you did
on that plane today,

I figured I owe you
the next couple of rounds.

Okay.

Case closed.

Case closed.

I'm sorry.

Is that your way of telling me

that you actually believe that BS

about Richard Stuyler killing himself?

Because he didn't.

Doug tipped off Stuyler.

Stuyler tips off the killers.

That leads to the hijacking
today, right?

Right. But then who killed Stuyler?

- I did some actual police work.
- Oh.

Self-inflicted gunshot wound.

One set of footprints in the sand.

And he left a suicide note.

A less-biased police department

would be looking at Carter Eastland.

He has a motive to want
Richard Stuyler dead.

And because Jakinda's gone,

all the answers now lie in that prison

with Doug O'Casey.

Well, how about
I just go to prison right now

and beat a confession out of him?

You know, if you hadn't been
so quick to shoot Jakinda,

we wouldn't have to get
Doug O'Casey to confess,

now would we?

I'm sorry. Was I too quick today

when I saved your ass on that plane?

- Oh, wow.
- Hmm?

I noticed Jake was looking
a little slow on the trigger...

or maybe he was just scared.

You know what?
I don't even know why I'm here.

You're welcome for the shots.

You seemed like you were
in your element today.

Hmm?

Despite having me whispering...

Yelling.

...in your ear.

Yeah.

- Still, you don't get a pass.
- Hey.

Not yet, anyway.

You were just protecting
your position. I get it.

Those people were just
as much my responsibility

as they were yours.

Maybe even more.

More?

Oh, oh, oh, you mean that if...
if some of them had died,

then your career would be done
like you think mine is?

I don't think your career is done.

And as far as mine goes,
it's not just a job

that I go and do every day, Jake.

And it's not a position
that I'm trying to protect.

It's a responsibility
that I feel all the time.

Out of everyone,
I thought you understood that.

I'm so... I'm sorry.

I do. I do. I'm sorry.

It's just... today,
for the first time in forever,

I remembered why the hell

I joined the Bureau in the first place.

And I'm really happy for you.

Hey, don't go.

No, let's open another bottle.

Huh?

There's still a lot of unwinding to do.

We just did that.

Yeah, but how about an encore?

Hmm?

Look, all the good guys
got to go home alive,

all the bad guys went down.

Doesn't get better than that.

It doesn't change what she did.

This is about Cat?

She made me look
like a fool today, Jake.

Well, take it up with her.

I can't...

...so it seems
I'm taking it out on you.

I should never
have come back to this island.

No, you know what? I should
never have started surfing,

is what I should never have done.

Then I wouldn't even be
on this stupid island.

I should never have fallen in love,

especially not with a cop,

and now maybe two cops, which is...

You know what? That's it. No more men.

Mnh-mnh-mnh.

Except maybe tonight.

Except maybe, you know, I can...

just make one tiny... exception.

Oh, my God.

Shh.

Shh.

No.

Run away.

Run away. Run away.

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