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Ost...

Hello?

Who the fuck are you?

Whitey?

Did I come at a bad time?

Who the hell are you?

I'm a friend of Anna's.

Never seen him before in my life.

She's joking.

Looks a bit dodgy to me.

That whole cleancut, boynextdoor thing,

I don't buy it.

What do you think, Mum?

The door was open.

Who is he?

His name's Whitey. He saved my life.

What?

Up at the dam. I told you.

I don't care who you are,

you sneak into my house again, I'll fucking shoot you.

Where's Dad?

Could you give us a moment, please?

Who is he?

Where's Dad?

Can you answer the question?

He's a vac driver.

A what?

Where is he?

I have no idea where your father is.

How'd you meet him?

Told you.

What were you doing up at the dam?

Just exploring.

I thought you'd taken him back.

No.

Then what happened last night?

I don't know yet.

- Stay where I can see you. - Yeah.

Do you wanna see the river?

Yeah, yeah, I'd love to.

Whitey.

My family's going through a hard time right now.

I know.

Anna told me.

I'm sorry for your loss.

You just be careful with her, that's all.

I'll take good care of her, Mrs. Worth.

And watch out for bears.

Fuck.

Shut up!

Jesus.

Do you know anything about snakes?

No.

Your mum did say to look out for bears, though.

They hunt along the edge of the river, apparently.

Why do you care?

What?

Why do you care whether I get eaten by bears or not?

I like a girl in wellies.

I mean it. Why...

Why do you care what happens to me? You barely know me.

I like you.

I shouldn't have said that.

Say something, for fuck's sake.

Um...

Better get back.

What do you want from me?

Nothing.

Wait.

Fucking hell.

What the fuck happened to you?

I got shot.

Wasn't me, was it?

- Biker gang? - Biker gang...

Robbed a North Stream Oil truck?

Good for them.

I said this town was going to shit.

How's the girls? They all right?

They're fine.

Yeah, I should get over there.

I've run out of toothpaste.

You got any toothpaste?

How about chewing gum?

How about mouthwash?

Smell me.

All right?

I should probably shower, right?

Yeah.

All right.

I should go.

No, you stay.

All right?

You go, I'll drink, so... Tell them I'm on the way.

I don't think it's such a good idea to go back

to your house right now.

Yeah? Why's that?

On account of what happened?

Which what happened?

Still there?

Yeah, I'm still here, Chief.

Who asked him to chop wood?

He offered.

What's his real name?

I don't know, probably something embarrassing.

Yeah, but why Whitey, for God's sakes?

Jesus, Mum, will you leave him alone?

Apparently...

he was the only white kid in the care home.

He grew up in a care home?

His mum's a drunk.

No wonder you two get along.

She's way worse than Dad.

Is she now?

Whitey spends all his money on a nursing home.

He hasn't given up on her.

You think I've given up on your father, is that it?

You kicked him out.

Of course I kicked him out.

He slept with another woman.

And do you think that's okay?

Your father kicked our front door in last night.

He was smashed, reeking of whiskey

and covered in blood.

And how did that make you feel?

I don't know, Mum. I don't know what to feel.

There are so many things you're not telling me.

Why are you carrying a gun around?

Why was there a fucking snake in the house?

Whose blood was Dad covered in?

- Anna... - I'm not a kid anymore!

I held him...

just after he'd been shot in the head.

My little brother, I held him.

My God.

What has Dad done?

I honestly don't know.

Yes?

May I speak with you?

Yes.

Is this an inconvenient time?

Yes.

Well, I'm sorry, but I need to talk to you.

How can I help you?

You hunt.

A man of many hobbies, I see.

And most of them are private.

Excuse me.

Why is a multi- billiondollar corporation

worried about what a smalltown cop has to say?

Nobody else is.

He has zero credibility.

I checked with legal, they're not driving it.

And it's not coming from the top floor, so it must be you.

You're the Head of Security,

you're supposed to be running a zerotolerance policy

on drugs, gambling, prostitution.

You're not watching our employees,

you're watching the Police Chief.

Why are you so worried about him?

What has he done that you task me

with destroying his career and his family?

My job is...

all I have.

And...

in my...

allconsuming pursuit of high standards,

sometimes I overstep the mark.

And I have made you feel...

uncomfortable.

I apologize.

You apologize to me?

Yes.

Don't try and do my job, Monsieur Gagnon.

Your job?

Intimidation, you are good at.

Making friends, you are not.

You could've leveled with me, but you didn't.

Remember that.

If you don't lay off the booze

they're gonna take your gun and your star.

Fuck 'em.

I mean, seriously, fuck 'em.

You know what?

They can't suspend me if I chuck it in, right?

I liked the gun, but I didn't much care for the star.

Here you are. You have it.

You'd make a much better chief than me, Chief.

Why are you doing this?

My family's not safe.

Whoever tried to kill me is gonna have another go, so...

I'm gonna round up the girls and get out of here.

- You're quitting? - Yep.

Can we at least talk about this?

We did.

I can't fucking believe this.

Just drive on.

So, gonna get you to fill the rest of this out.

Thank you.

Back in your box.

You can't be too careful,

so...

Might have to shoot my way out.

- What's his name again? - McGillen.

Yeah.

McGillen!

Yes?

Book me three oneway tickets to London.

Sorry?

Make it Florida.

Hang on, I've got a warrant out in Florida.

Just get us to London.

Right? We'll work it out when we get there.

First I'm a pharmacist, now I'm a travel agent.

Shouldn't you be looking for a witness?

Jaclyn Letendre is still missing.

If you walk out that door,

I might not be here when you get back.

Grow up.

First I'm a pharmacist,

now I'm a travel agent.

Shouldn't you be looking for a witness?

Jaclyn Letendre is still missing.

You walk out that door,

I might not be here when you get back.

Jaclyn Letendre is still missing.

Leave it.

I can't leave it, okay?

You may have given up on this town, but I haven't.

Well, you've got one arm and I'm in no fit state, so...

Is that the fellow that shot you?

I can't believe you're gonna leave me here with this shit!

Yeah, well, McGillen will be off monitor duty soon,

so you'll be using him as a human shield.

This isn't a joke, okay?

There's only two of us. We need you.

You'll be fine.

You're a good cop.

Drive on.

That's one less to worry about.

Looks like the Chief's not up for it.

There goes the neighborhood.

Have you done it yet?

There's too many cameras.

Then, for fuck's sake, get out of there while you still can.

Stop telling me what to do, Frank.

I'm in charge.

In charge of what?

If you wanted them dead, they'd be dead by now.

What's your point?

The girl.

What about the girl?

You're smitten, Whitey.

I'm not a fool.

You've been hanging around her

like a bad smell for 10 days.

That girl is a frigid bitch, Frank.

Pussy.

You fucking pussy.

Come on.

Okay.

Fuck.

Whitey!

Mum, you okay?

Mum, look at me.

Whitey!

Whitey, come here!

Mum.

What do I do? What do...

I don't know what's wrong.

- Pills, does she take any? - Yes, she takes loads.

Go get them, I'll stay with her.

It's okay, it's okay.

I'm sorry for what happened, Mrs. Worth.

No mum should have to lose her little boy.

It'll be all right.

It'll be all right.

Thanks, Whitey.

Thank you.

I'm sorry for...

freaking out before.

You've been really kind.

I just...

I just think it's sad, that's all.

That you both

gotta go through all this

alone.

Frank.

- Sweetheart. - Where the fuck are you?

Taking care of business.

What business?

Just that little family matter I was telling you about.

A debt of honor.

I won't be long now.

Well, you best not be

because there's a bunch of strippers here

waiting to audition.

Okay? I need a man's opinion on this.

I'll call you back, love.

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck!

He's coming.

So?

He's minutes away, Whitey.

Get the fuck out of there now!

No, I'm not finished yet.

I'm considering filing a complaint

against one of our employees.

What sort?

Sexist comments.

Surely not. In this business?

Which chauvinist, redneck pig do I have the pleasure

of assisting you in taking down?

I need some background first.

If he'd done it before, it would make a big difference.

You got it.

All right, love?

Mum's cooking.

Fuck me, really?

Pack your bags, we're going to London.

- What? - It's what you wanted, isn't it?

I'm cooking dinner.

Jesus Christ, all the more reason to leave, isn't it?

Shite. Anna, could you give me a hand here?

I've connected up the new gas cylinder...

- Dad! - No!

Who the fuck are you?

He was with me at the dam.

This is Whitey, he's been helping us out today.

Jim.

Is there anything else I can help with?

No, shit, this is nearly ready.

Boyfriend material?

- Jesus, Jim. - Dad.

Get upstairs.

Oi, teen sex, don't you fucking move.

You, stay where you are.

Well, that went well.

So you're staying for dinner, then.

Really? Do I have to?

College, military school, navy,

special forces, CSIS,

and then Operations and Security for North Stream.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Spotless, in fact.

Except for one thing.

What?

There's not much on it in HR,

but apparently Mr. Gagnon had some sort of run in

with a small First Nations police service up in...

Reverie.

Reverie?

Yeah, it's like 700 clicks north of here,

way up in the bundocks.

Bundocks? You mean boondocks?

Technically, it's bundocks.

Point is, there's absolutely nothing up there.

What is that?

Duck...

in burned orange sauce.

Careful of the lead pellets.

You shot it?

Yes, I did.

Well, I'm not eating it.

Why not?

It's probably contaminated.

Well, it was perfectly healthy when I shot it.

How do you know? You're not a vet.

Well, neither are you.

It's delicious, Mrs. Worth.

Thank you.

Your mum's an amazing cook.

Really?

Yeah.

Here you are then.

I don't mean to be rude, but this is a family dinner,

and we have private matters to discuss,

so if you wouldn't mind...

Mind what?

Fucking off.

- Whitey, he didn't mean it. - Of course he did.

I don't blame him, I don't belong here.

Wait.

You had no right to behave like that.

- I don't like the look of him. - Tsk.

You lost the right to dictate who does

or who doesn't sit at this table

when you fucked another woman while I was in a coma.

You know...

that boy has been more help to Anna since Petey's death

than either you or I have,

so if anyone's gonna fuck off, it's you.

Back to your hotel.

What did you do that for?

Do I have to have a reason?

Hello, Jack.

I want you to kill the men who murdered my son.

Ost...

Get off me.

Fuck.

Get off!

All right?

And what's that?

- Armadillo, need a rest? - Fuck off!

Hey, old man?

Get up, osti.

Get up.

Osti.

Here you are.

Whatever.

You all right?

Here you are.

Did you hire him?

If I hired him, you'd be dead.

Maybe he took a job with North Stream as a cover story.

Why?

Seem to me a man like you

would know exactly why.

A man like me?

A man like you, you find it difficult to reintegrate

back into normal duty.

A man like you is used to working his own hours,

being his own boss and...

ignoring the rules.

The fuck you talking about?

Are you settling back into normal police work?

The required shedding of old habits?

A man like you,

he may feel uncomfortable, so he takes a...

cynical, suspicious, or even paranoiac world view.

A man like you,

he feels constantly on guard.

You lost me.

Cochon.

Pig in a blanket,

Mr, Devlin?

So I did a bit of plain clothes work.

A bit?

You did 10 years working undercover with an SO10

and another six with the Specialist Crime Directorate.

You're an undercover cop.

Men like you, they make enemies.

You got careless.

Fucked a lot of people.

How'd you find out?

I read your file.

Bollocks.

No one below a senior DCI can get their hands on that file.

Not even me. It's classified.

It made for...

for some good reading, you know.

Couldn't put it down.

But then you'd know that?

I mean, a man like you,

he must know what is in his own file.

You lived it.

Unless, of course,

you were too busy screwing around

with drug and alcohol to remember

who...

you...

fucked.

Sniffing around the girl.

What the fuck for?

I don't give a shit about the fucking girl, Frank!

I just need her to think I do.

Why?

So that I can do to Jack Devlin what he did to my mum.

I want no part of it.

You think you can walk out on me?

I should've walked out on you two weeks ago

when you shot that little boy.

I'm loyal to you, Whitey,

and your mum.

I loved her.

But I can't go on like this.

I'm finished.

It's over, Whitey.

You're on your own.