All language subtitles for The Tourist (2022) - 01x01 - Episode 1.WEB.GLHF.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

Do you have a toilet that I could use?

You need to sign for it.

Need to what?

Sign for it.

No, it's hardly like I want to buy it.

Yeah, well, toilet's in
a building out the back.

So most people, they take
the key, they walk out,

and then they forget to bring it back.

And then they drive God
knows where with it, so...

Okay, so how does signing
for it actually help?

'Cause I could still sign for it

and then still take
the key away and forget.

Out the front, around the back.

♪ She got Bette Davis eyes ♪

♪ And she'll tease you,
she'll unease you ♪

♪ All the better just to please you ♪

♪ She's precocious, and
she knows just what it ♪

♪ Takes to make a pro blush ♪

♪ She got Greta Garbo standoff sighs ♪

♪ She's got Bette Davis eyes ♪

♪ She'll let you take her home ♪

♪ It whets her appetite ♪

♪ She'll lay you on... ♪

The fuck?

Yes!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!

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You're awake.

You're in Cooper Springs Hospital.

You were in a car crash. You're okay.

Is there anyone we can call?

Cops couldn't find any ID
or phone in the wreckage.

Parent, partner, friend?

Pet?

It's a lot to take in, I know.

Let's start with your name.

What's your name?

Sir, can you tell me your name?

The MRI takes about 15
minutes, and it's loud.

A lot of buzzing, lot of clicking.

Stay still as you can, okay?

- Yeah.
- You like some music on?

I got my phone hooked up here.

No, I'm fine.

Wait. "If I Didn't Care."

Play that.

Sorry. Is that an album or a song?

I... I don't know.

Okay, top hit, it's a song.

Band called The Ink Spots. That the one?

I, uh...

I don't know.

Want me to play it?

Sure.

Uh...

♪ If I didn't care ♪

♪ More than words can say ♪

Ooh!

Is this him?

Hey. How you goin'?

Hi.

I'm... I'm a probationary constable

with the Cooper Springs
Police Department.

Helen Chambers.
Here to take a statement.

Telling the truth,
it's my first proper investigation.

Although it's not
technically my investigation

'cause most of my experience
has been in traffic.

Uh, anyroad...

Can I get your name, date
of birth, and home address?

Yeah, um...

I have no idea.

- Huh?
- I don't remember anything.

- About... about the accident?
- About anything.

Oh. I... oh.

Um, so you wouldn't be able to tell me

- how you came off the road there?
- No.

No.

And I guess you wouldn't be able

to tell me where you were going.

So I suppose you... You couldn't tell me

if there are any friends
or family that I can...

- Nope.
- Yeah, right.

So just to clarify then, like, nothing?

Mm.

No, I keep telling myself

to just try and remember, you know?

But it's... it's like
trying to make yourself fly.

No... no matter... No matter
how much you think

you're gonna be able to do it,
you still just end up

a bloody bag of bones and
shit and fuckin' intestines.

Oh.

Tell you what, though, I mean,
you must be scared.

I'm sorry.

Well, okay, so what do we know?

Well... sorry, pen.

Okay, so what do we know?

Um, you know you were
in a car accident, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, so...

Sorry to interrupt. We
finally tracked these down.

They're the clothes you had
on when we picked you up.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

We don't know how your
car came off the road,

and local cops didn't
find anything at the scene,

but I've asked them to take
another look just in case.

And aside from that,

we know that your plates were
registered to a Jessica Smith.

She remembers you buying
it in cash a week or so ago.

It was in person, right off the street.

So, I mean, she's no use.

_

What is it?

You know this place?

Uh, yeah.

It's... it's a little town
about 50k north of here.

Is it ringing any bells?

No.

You know, it's tomorrow.

Well, 25th today, so
whoever you're meeting,

it's tomorrow.

Unless it's from last month.

Or could be next month, yeah.

Could be any month, come to think of it.

- Right.
- Most likely not, though,

'cause when I saw that just now,

I thought, "That is a meeting

that is most definitely tomorrow."

Probably.

You know what?

I can send someone up
there to check it out.

Go on.

You can just... you
know, you can say it.

What's that now?

Whatever it is you're thinking
but too scared to say.

You can see how this looks, right?

A bloke driving through
the middle of the outback

with no phone, no wallet, no memory,

and all that remains
is a piece of paper.

So you're saying I'm lying?

No, no, no, no.

I... I'm sorry.

I can't imagine how that feels.

I... I find it hard when I forget
to take the bins out, so...

Okay. Um, can I take your photograph?

It... I can get it out
there to the ABF and the AFP,

and we'll figure it out.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Just get in.

Oh, well... Well, it's right up there.

- Yeah.
- That's close.

Yeah.

Look...

I don't know if you're
a glass-half-full kind of guy

or a glass-half-empty, but
something's gonna come up.

We'll find out who you are.

This page is gonna be full in no time.

Welcome to the delicious
world of Ronny's.

How can I help you?

Oh, can I get a chicken burger?

- Just a chicken burger?
- Uh, yeah, that'll do.

We've got a promotion on.

Add a dollar to try our cheese pockets?

- Your what?
- Cheese pockets.

Mixed cheese coated in breadcrumbs.

They're crispy, come
with barbecue sauce.

Um, no, I'm fine.

All right then, one chicken burger.

That'll be $4.50. Come
through to the window.

Actually, yeah, yeah.

I'll try 'em, the pockets.

Hey, chief. What you doing?

I just need to get some fresh air.

Walking isn't a good idea
with your ankle how it is.

What you need is rest.

Yeah, what I need is to not be
looking at that ceiling anymore.

So here we are.

Everything you hoped for?

Well, I'm not missing the ceiling,

if that's what you mean.

Oh, crap. I've got to go.

Will you be all right
getting back yourself?

No problem.

Congratulations.

- Here we go.
- Oh no, here's trouble.

Congratulations.

- What floor?
- Uh, two.

I mean, three. I think.

- Which one is it?
- Sorry.

Someone else brought me down.

Um, it's three.

Yeah. Three.

Hey, you all right there, mate?

I don't know where I am.

I don't know where the fuck I am.

Okay, okay, mate. Calm down.

Just take it easy. All right?

You'll be all right. Come on.

You'll be all right?

Yeah. Thanks.

Hey!

Hello, lady! You hungry?

Uh, yeah. I could eat.

I got us avocado and roast beetroot.

The king and queen of
the vegetable world.

- Sounds great.
- No, it doesn't.

But it's good. It'll be good for us.

- Yeah.
- Um, hey.

We got about 20 minutes till
she's ready for consumption.

We could, uh...

Oh, now? I just walked in.

Our wedding is in nine weeks,

and the first dance is not
gonna first dance itself.

Now... come to Swayze.

- Ooh, sorry.
- And...

- And...
- So how was your day?

Did that training officer
decide to finally show up?

No, I had to go to the hospital,

take a statement solo.

This guy was in a car crash,
and he woke up with, like,

no memory of who he is.

He can't remember anything.

Seriously?

This bloke doesn't even know if he's got

any family out there looking for him.

- Honey...
- Hmm?

If we both woke up tomorrow
with no memory of each other,

you reckon we'd still get together?

Of course I do.

Five years, though.

Five years ago, I was pretty.

Oh. And you will be again.

Now, come on, let's give
it another go from the top.

See if we can make it
to the lift this time.

_

_

Can anyone hear me?

Help me!

Help me!

Simple matter.

I'm just telling you I have to go.

If you leave now, you're going

- to injure yourself again.
- Yeah.

And if I do, I'll just go to
the nearest hospital and...

The doctor said he wanted to keep you.

I know what he said, but
I can't just sit here.

Hey. Is... is everything okay?

He wants to sign out
against medical advice.

Can you please talk some sense into him?

She's right. You can't just leave.

Or what? You're gonna stop me?

You've just been in a car accident.

I... I've been... I've been lying here,

waiting for what?

I have nothing.

I have no name, no home, no clothes.

The ones they've given me
probably belong to a dead guy.

You can't just go waltzing
into the limbo of the red earth

with nothing but a piece
of paper in your hand

and expect things to go well for you.

It's all I have.

The note said 2:30 today.

Whoever I'm meeting
can tell me who I am.

- Here.
- No, no, no.

- You don't have to do that.
- Oh, well, how else

did you plan on getting to Burnt Ridge?

You gonna walk there?

Thank you, Helen.

You really don't have to do this.

Yeah, well, you won't take no,

and it's no skin off
to be decent, is it?

I put my calling card in there,
so you can call me whenever,

seeing as how I'm
the only person you know

in the whole wide world and all.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

_

Burnt Ridge.

- Come on in.
- You open?

Well, that's not good
for business, is it?

Take your pick, sweetheart.

I'd like to sit at table number five,

if that's okay.

I'm meant to be meeting someone here,

and they said table five.

Sure.

Over by the window
there, near the corner.

Love your accent.

What brings you all the way out here?

If I told you, I don't
think you'd believe me.

Mm-hmm. Oh, I've heard some things.

End up working in a place
like this, you hear all sorts.

Go on. Try me.

Bloke out there reckons
he's lost his memory.

- Like, completely.
- For real?

He bashed his melon in a car crash.

Now he doesn't know who
he is, where he's from.

Woke up with a note in his pocket

saying to come here today.

I mean, he's either two sausages
short of a breakfast

or he's having a laugh.

Either way, I would.

Afternoon.

Thanks, Pablo.

Stop it.

You're gonna creep the poor bugger out.

Go and take him his drink.

Hey, how you goin'?

I'll be your waitress today.

Name's Luci. With an "I."

Hey.

So I just heard the weirdest thing

I've heard in a long time.

Yeah, okay, your...
Your colleague told you, then?

Oh, my God.

You're actually being
serious, aren't you?

What about your name?

You don't remember your name?

- No.
- Whoa.

You know, this isn't
a... a joke, all right?

- Sorry, I didn't mean to...
- No, it's... doesn't matter.

I've never met anyone
with amnesia before.

Is there anything that I can do or...

Um, you could start by
giving me the lemonade.

Oh, yeah, sorry. Oh!

- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
- No, it's okay.

- Oh, fuck, I'm sorry.
- It was my fault.

No, no, here, let me... I'll go...

I'm just gonna go and clean up.

Yeah. Oh, no, sorry.

Our toilets, they're
screwed at the moment.

We're... we're actually
using the ones over the road.

I can... I can show you.

- No, it's fine.
- No, it's all right.

I'm so sorry.

The old couple across the road

are letting us use their
toilets whilst ours are down.

That's really going the extra mile

community-spirit-wise, isn't it?

Letting strangers
defecate on your property.

Oh, well, you know, they
get two free meals a day.

That's a fair trade.

Hey, um, I didn't mean to
laugh at you back there.

I've just got this awkward
thing I do when I'm nervous.

Fuck, Sandy. Sandy!

I'm here.

Hi.

I'm Helen, the one who really
doesn't want to do this bit.

I mean, it's hard, right?

Like, double hard these days
'cause people are saying,

"It's okay to be bigger.
It's time to own it.

"Love your lard."

But they don't mean it, do they?

No, that was a genuine question.

So now I feel this pressure
to, you know, be in love

with the fat bits on my body,
which I don't actually love,

and if I don't own it
and "love the lard,"

then, well, I'm not a real woman, am I?

It's, like, embarrassing
to lose the weight

'cause then I've given in.

I can't win.

It's like I'm on a highway going 80,

and that's the minimum speed limit,

but there are just
road bumps everywhere.

Or maybe it's just a hell
of a way to talk myself into

a big ol' plate of sausages.

- Thank you.
- Wasn't so hard, was it?, hey?

All right, so it's been a few weeks

since we all shared our
favourite low-cal recipe.

How was it?

I think, you know, first
go, you'll get used to it.

I'm especially keen to hear
how you've all been going

with our vegetable of the month.

How have you been cooking
the beautiful beetroot?

Sally, let's start with you.

If it's anything like your mint

and cottage cheese stuffed
zucchinis, I'm all ears.

Sorry.

- Um, Helen Chambers speaking.
- Hey.

This is Sergeant Lammon

from the Burnt Ridge Police Force.

I was told that you're
the detective I should call.

Oh, well, uh, I'm not
actually a... but, yeah,

I'm sort of running with this one.

- Are you at the crash site?
- Yeah.

There's... there's not
a whole lot here, I'm afraid.

So no wallet, or phone?

- Nothing at all?
- No.

Just one thing away from
where the crash happened.

We reckon it must've rolled out the car.

Well, what is it?

Something that shoots but never kills.

What? Like a potato gun?

What are you thinking about?

Either I have the worst luck
in the world

or someone's trying to kill me.

To be fair, I think having
the worst luck in the world

would be someone trying to kill you.

That's a good point.

I'm already wearing
a dead man's clothes,

so I've come prepared.

- Here you go, guys.
- Cheers.

Thank you.

Why would somebody want me dead?

Oh, fuck me, that's lovely.

Hope I didn't used to be an alcoholic.

Hey.

Sorry. Is this it?

There's only two places
to stay in this town,

and the other one's best
avoided for hygiene reasons.

Plus, it's... It's pretty low odds

these two are trying to kill you.

- Cheers.
- No worries.

Hi. Um...

I'm looking for a... a place to stay.

Hi, come in. Come in.

I was just saying to your man there

that I'm looking for a room.

I'm afraid I don't have much.

Oh, don't worry about
Ralphie. He can't hear a thing.

Could do, mind, if he
actually had half a brain cell

- and put his hearing aid in!
- I'm sorry.

- I... I don't mean to...
- Don't you worry about a thing.

He's just being a disappointment.

Um, smallest room's $30, if that suits?

Yeah.

Hey, why don't we just call it 20?

Thank you.

Not like we're busy anyway.

I'll get you a key so
you can come and go.

We want you to feel at
home here, all right?

That's how we do things out here.

There you go, Ralph.

Ah, we could have a cuppa and
watch "Australian Survivor"

if you like; they're in Tribal Council.

I reckon Pete's gonna
get the heave-ho tonight

for being a big ol' shit,

but they like to mix it
up sometimes, don't they?

You all right?

I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

You look like you could use a hug.

Oh, no. Don't worry. I'm really...

I've been around long enough to know

when someone's going
through the wringer.

You'll be okay.

You're safe here.

Sorry. It's been a long day.

Jesus, so embarrassing.

You don't need to explain.

Fuck! Shit!

_

Ugh!

Sorry. Someone's on the phone for you.

Cheers.

Oh, there, phone.

- Hello?
- Found you!

Not that it was hard.

Only two places to stay in Burnt Ridge.

It's me, by the way.

Your, uh, only friend
in the whole world.

Helen.

- You remembered my name!
- Course.

I bet you can't remember
mine, though, huh?

Sorry, that... that was...

- Weird.
- No, right, 'cause you don't...

have one.

Hey, how was your meeting? The note?

Uh, yeah. They... they didn't show up.

Ah, crackers. Sorry.

Not a pork sausage on this end either

in terms of identifying you,

but I did have the locals
re-check the crash site,

and they did find something.

Something that, uh,

"shoots but never kills,"
is what the fella said.

Like a potato gun?

That is so weird, because that's what...

Uh, never mind.

Uh, no, a camera. Disposable one.

And they think it's mine?

Gotta be, out on the
back of beyond like that.

Listen, we had the photos
developed and scanned.

I can email them over if you'd like.

I don't have an email address.

Well, not that I can remember anyway.

I mean, I can... Hey, here you go, love.

Thank you. Um, actually,
you know, hold on.

If you could send them
to Sue@BLodge.com.au,

that would be great.

Okay, yeah.

Take a look and see if it
knocks something loose for you.

And no worries if not.

I will find out what your name is.

Anyway, um, I'll email the pictures now.

You take care.

What are you doing at my desk?

Oh, well, I don't have a desk yet,
so I just thought...

But I can leave.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Right.

Sorry about that.
Ralph's a bit of a magpie.

Okay, there it is. There you go.

The Nala Stone Men.

Maybe that's why you're here.

- Excuse me?
- The Nala Stone Men.

They are beautiful. Better in person.

What is this? Is this close?

Uh, 10k from here, love.

- I need to go.
- Be closed now.

I just need to get there.

I can take you in
the morning, if you like.

Thanks.

Meantime, how about that cuppa?

Can watch the end of "Survivor."

I'll bring you up to
scratch, 'cause Nathan just...

Yeah, I'm really tired,
but I... you know what?

Um, yeah, sure.

Why don't we watch the "Survivor"?

So tonight, as you all know,

you have to vote someone out.

_

_

Excuse me, miss.

You couldn't help me
with something, could you?

Sure.

I heard there was a man brought in

in an accident out near Burnt Ridge.

Um, the guy who didn't know his name?

You know which room he's in?

I called before, and they
said he was around here, but...

Oh, he discharged himself yesterday.

He's gone, but now you're here.

Maybe you can help tell us who he is.

- Guy's lost his memory.
- Where'd he go?

If you'd like to leave
your name and number,

I could pass on your details.

He didn't say where he was going?

- Sir, if you just...
- Never mind.

You've been a great help.

You know, my mother was a nurse.

It's fine work you people do.

It's fine work.

Hey. Swallowed my ticket.

Oh, it's playing silly
buggers at the mo.

I'll have to lift it up.

- Appreciate it.
- No, it's no bother.

You know, my mother
worked in a parking lot.

It's fine work you people do.

It's fine work.

Hot, dry, and gusty conditions

are likely to lead to
elevated fire dangers...

Oof.

I'm sorry. It's a habit, I guess.

Remember to stay up to date

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or by tuning into our daily updates.

That's it from the weather then.

Back to you, Miranda.

Thanks, Jim. Here's
the headlines again.

Major Crimes investigators
have been sent

to the small town of Burnt Ridge

after an explosion there

turned out to have
been caused by a bomb.

There were no causalities.

We'll bring you more on
that story as it develops.

A 67-year-old man
from Georgetown...

A bomb?

Jeez, that's a turn-up.

Yeah. That's one way of looking at it.

This bringing anything back?

No, I kind of thought
that maybe I would...

I don't know.

There'd be something that
would help me remember.

What now?

Now...

now I have no idea.

Hey, does that thing work?

Uh, sure.

And you still have the recordings?

- Mate, who are you?
- Yeah.

I need to... I need to see the footage.

Anything you have from
before three days ago.

Why?

We don't just give that to anyone.

Just show the man what he needs to see.

This fella here was
in a major car crash.

Doesn't remember a bloody thing.

Doesn't even know who he is from Adam.

I know I was in here
before the accident.

I'm hoping there's
something on that camera

that can help me to explain why.

Anyone I was with, anyone
I was seen talking to.

You?

- You've got, like, amnesia?
- Yeah.

Mate!

That is awesome!

- Yeah, it's really not.
- It's all on a hard drive.

Should still be on here.

Oh, yeah. When am I looking at?

Um, let's go back to
the date of the crash, so 24th.

This is so exciting.

Right, okay.

Here we go.

There.

Uh, what the hell am I...

What happened to my shirt?

I look terrible.

Why am I buying a fluffy koala?

I can tell you what you're saying.

Ralphie will lip-read it for you.

Uh, right. Yeah, okay.

You're asking where
the nearest servo is.

She's giving directions...

To the Saddlepack Roadhouse.

Well, thanks.

Saddlepack's just down
the road from here.

Yeah, here he is.

Mr. Comedian.

- You know me?
- No, don't know you, mate.

No, but I mean, we've met?

Sorry, I... I have
trouble with my memory.

You were in here a few days ago.

You got some petrol,

then you signed for the toilet key.

Why would you... why would you
have to sign for the toilet key?

- Are you serious?
- I don't know, it's just like...

It's not like people
are trying to buy it.

Hold on, you... you...
So you're saying that...

You're saying I signed for it?

I signed my name? Can I see that?

Like I said, Mr. Comedian.

- _
- Comedian, right.

Hold on, so, um...

So I signed my name and then what?

Tell me.

You went to the toilet.

Jesus.

Can I?

- You'll bring it back, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Out front, around the back.

♪ If I didn't care ♪

♪ More than words can say ♪

♪ If I didn't care ♪

_

- Hello?
- Oh, oh, oh! Oh!

- Hello?
- Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man.

Thank fucking God! Thank fucking God!

You have to help me. Please, help me.

Who is this?

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