All language subtitles for The.Tourist.S01E03.720p.10bit.WEBRip.2CH.x265.HEVC-PSA

- I don't know, it was--

it was like, I don't know,

all of a sudden, there was
this factory reset option.

You know, I could just
press the big red button,

and we could just
start all over again.

How often do you get
to do that?

- Pretty much never.

- I, um--

I really thought that
maybe this time it'd work.

I don't know,
guess I was just, uh,

getting caught up
in some kind of fairy tale.

- Or the fifth circle of hell.

- Oh, okay.
[laughs]

What's in the fifth one?

- The angry fucks.

- How do you know that?

[both laugh]

- I have no idea.

So you and me didn't work?

- Like you wouldn't believe.

Except then, I mean,
sometimes we did.

- What was that like?
- Um...

we had our moments.

- But add those moments
together,

and they make a mistake.

Right?
- [breathing heavily]

- [grunts]

- Trust me.
You like it.

It's late.

- Yeah, we should get going.

- Mm-hmm.

It's actually a really bad idea
to drive in the dark.

Some kangaroos, they, um--

they come straight
for the headlights, so...

- Of course, yeah.
both: Yeah.

- Mm-hmm.

- So what do you suggest?

- What are you thinking about?

- The fact that we've
done this before,

and I have no idea.

- That's the real tragedy.

- We should get some sleep.

- Yeah, we should.

- [snoring]

- Hey.

Hey!

Welcome to Murray Waters.

- We're here?

- Come on,
let's get some sleep...

in addition
to the sleep you just had.

- Hey, did I snore?

- I don't want
to talk about it.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[peaceful piano music]

♪ ♪

[ominous music returns]

♪ ♪

[knocking on door]

- Just a minute.

- [sighs]
Sorry, I was, um--

I was just watching
the curling on--on telly.

It's a beautiful sport.
Do you ever watch it?

Ah, well, it's not
for everyone.

Had to record it.
It's on a mental o'clock

in Hungary.

Anywho, how can I do you for?

- Looking for Helen.
- She's not here.

Sorry, what did you say
your name was again?

- I didn't.

James Logan, Detective Logan.

I work with her.

[laughs]
Been working undercover.

- Oh.
Oh, okay.

Well, come in.
Ethan.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- Right.

So you were supposed
to meet Hel here, were you?

- Yeah, sure.

- Hm.

- So where is she?
- [sighs]

I am worried
about her, Detective.

I'm not gonna lie.

She is off the reservation
without a permit,

I don't mind saying.

Can I get you a coffee?

- Well, I really do need
to see her.

- Just delusions of grandeur.

That's all I can think,
you know?

It's like ideas
above her station.

I--
here, I'll get you a cuppa.

- I'm kind of in a hurry here.

- No, it's fine.
I'm making myself one anyway.

Ugh, James, Helen has gone
full Florence Nightingale

for this amnesia bloke.

You know, it's like--like he's
her responsibility somehow.

[sighs]
Turns out she's given money

to the guy to go
to Burnt Ridge.

Can you believe that?
- Burnt Ridge?

- Yeah.
Now she's gone down there too.

I'm like, come back
down to Earth, would ya?

The water's warm, love.

[both laugh]

So, um, Burnt Ridge
is where you'll find her,

Detective James, my friend.

- Okay.

Appreciate it.
- Cheers--listen,

when you see her, would you--

would you have a word with her?

You know, maybe just try
and talk her down,

try and get her to let
some of this stuff go a bit.

- Sure can do.

You know, Ethan...

I like you.

Helen's lucky to have you.

Real lucky.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[car horns honking distantly]

[whooshing]

- [groans softly]

[car engine turns over]

[suspenseful music]

- Get down.

- What?
- That's--

that's the fucking sergeant
from Burnt Ridge.

- You think they're here
for us?

- No, I think they came here

for the all-you-can-eat
buffet breakfast.

- Well,
why the hell are they here?

They can't know
about that body.

- Um, just a little hunch,

but maybe it's about
the bomb that exploded.

- The sarcastic thing
is really starting to grate.

- Oh, is it?
I'm fucking loving

the stupid question thing
that you're doing.

- Mm, you're still doing it.

- Oh, am I?
Well, it brings me joy.

- And doing it again.
- Okay.

Shall we?

- I'm gonna level with you.

I'm not loving
this entire situation.

They're just gonna go
to reception,

and they're gonna ask
if there's anyone

matching our description,
and I don't really trust her.

- Well, the shift would've
changed since we checked in,

so that should buy us
a little bit of time.

Come on.

♪ ♪

- Hey.

- Let's go.

[indistinct conversation]

- Yeah, yeah,
just come around, yeah.

- [snoring]

- Uh--
[laughs]

- Hi.
- Oh, hi.

- You look so tired.
I made you a cuppa.

- Oh.
Thank you.

- It's okay.
You protect,

I'll serve... you a cuppa.

[laughs]

Just, um, pop it back
when you're done.

- Okay.
Actually, uh--

Sorry.
Oop, sorry.

Are you Sue?

- Yes.
- Oh.

I'm probationary constable
Helen Chambers,

with the department
over in Cooper Springs.

- Oh.
- There's--

there's a fella been
staying with you.

Lost his memory?
- Oh, yes.

Yes, I know who you mean.

Is--is he okay?

- Uh, you know, I'm not--

I'm not actually sure,
to be honest.

Is he in right now?

- No, I'm afraid not.
He, um--

he went off somewhere
yesterday.

I'm not sure
when he's coming back.

- Oh.

Would you mind if I come in?

- Oh, of course!
Come in!

[TV playing]

- Oh.

Ah, how you going?

- Oh, don't mind about him.
He's deaf as an adder

without his hearing aid in--
and rude.

- Right.

Wh--uh, deaf as a what now?

- Oh, it's a saying.
Well, it was.

Um, from the Bible--
supposedly, adders can't hear.

- Ah, that's why
they're so dangerous.

- Maybe.

Look, um, I was just about to
head off and do some groceries,

so if there's anything else
you want to ask me--

- Only if you had any idea
where this fella might've gone.

- 'Fraid not.

He set off with that waitress

that works at the diner--

or did before it explosed.

- Oh, um, any idea
when he might be back?

- No, I'm sorry.

I'm not being very helpful,
am I?

- Oh, that's okay.

I appreciate your time.

Ah, well, I might just, uh,

wait outside if--
if that's all right.

- No, no, no.
No, you wait in here.

Ralphie won't mind.
- Wh--are you sure?

- This fella...

Why do you want to talk
to him so bad?

Is he in some sort of trouble?

- Uh...

Well, honestly, I--

I don't know.

I mean,
pardon my language here,

but there are some folk,

folk who want to talk to him
which are dodgy AF.

I mean,
a lot of things have happened

since that guy showed up.

I think he might be
in trouble, and well,

I think things are gonna
catch up with him, I reckon.

I mean, it's like that game
that people used to play

on their mobile phones, Snake,

where the more
they move forward,

the longer their tails get,

and the more chance they have
of running into themselves.

- Ugh.

Hey, mate, have you, um--
have you seen this man?

He's travelling
with a young woman,

goes by the name of Luci
with an "I".

- [laughing]
Yeah.

Why?
- Oh, I don't know.

I think it's just
how she spells her name.

But you said
you had seen him, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Stay here, okay?

Don't move.

Hey, sir!

Detective Inspector Rogers,
hey, he's--

he's--he's seen him.

He's seen Luci.

- [chuckling]
Look at this guy.

- You've seen this man?
- Yeah.

He was, uh, in our office
yesterday with some girl.

- Luci Miller.
It has to be them.

- Why?

- I don't know.
I'm just--

I'm sorry, I'm just excited.

- Be less excited.

Okay, look, I'm gonna have
to get you to tell me--

Apologies,
I didn't realise the time.

Excuse me.
- What?

[laughs]
- Okay, um,

carry on.

- Uh, yes, it was Luci

and she signed with an "I,"

which I did not approve of.

I flew her and that feller
in the photo

to the middle of the bush.

- Did they say why?
- No.

No,
they were heaps keen though.

And then when they left,
it was--

it was a little weird.

Actually, it was very weird.

- Can you take us
to where you took them?

- Sure.
Uh, my brother has

the keys to the chopper
though, and God knows

what pub he's hunkered up in.

- Oh, that's all right.
I mean, we can wait.

- All right.

Back in a sec--

hopefully.

- Well, usually I just
roast it for 50 minutes.

Well,
'cause it's all flattened--

it's all flattened out

'cause you've spatchcocked it,
so it'll--

it'll cook more evenly.

Yeah.

[insects chirping]

- They don't sell a charger
for a phone this old.

Sue should have one
at Burnt Lodge.

She's a hoarder.

Oh, I forgot that you did this.

- Did what?
- Passive-aggressive shit--

- Oh you--
you knew.

This whole time, you--
you knew that I was a killer.

What the fuck am I even doing?

- That you killed someone,
not that you're a killer.

- What's the difference?

- Uh, well, you killed someone
in self-defence.

What's gotten into you anyway?
I mean, you seemed all right

with it all last night.

- Last night was--

- A mistake?

- Well, okay.
- Yeah.

Well, old habits, I guess.

I should know better,
to be honest, you and me--

- Right, yeah, yeah,
um, Simon and Garfunkel.

- Exactly.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I don't even know
who the fuck they are.

I just nodded along
when you were talking about it,

but I don't know.

And I don't know if I ever knew
and I forgot,

or I--I do still know and I--
I don't fuckin--

I don't fucking know anything!

- Okay, I get it.

No worries.

Look, let's just--
we'll go back and...

when we get there, we'll
just go our separate ways.

It's easier.

- Wow.

Yeah.
Okay, yeah.

Yeah, just like that, fine.
- Here we go.

- What do you mean,
"Here we go"?

- Well, this shit again.

- No, just this shit.

To me,
all of this shit is brand new.

- Trust me, it's for the best.

- Trust you?

Are you fucking joking?

Who the hell even are you?

- Let's not.
Come on.

- Great.

Fine by me.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- So that call
you took earlier...

I've got a buddy who did
a stint in Major Crimes.

Talk is that every day,

you make a phone call at 10:00,
no matter what.

No matter what you're
in the middle of--

- I didn't know I was
such a hot topic

of conversation
in police circles.

It's good to know
that burning sensation

wasn't an ear infection.

- I'm sorry.
It's just...

well, you made
that call earlier and--

- You make priorities
in life, Lemon.

That's a decision you make.

I didn't use to.
I just worked,

every hour God gave.

And then I got sick.

Surgery, chemo,

spent a lot of time
in hospitals.

Got to thinking
about what's important.

I didn't want
my other half with me,

and I'd call her
every day at 10:00.

Even when the chemo
had finished, I--

I'd started getting used
to it, and I--I just...

I thought about
how much I'd wasted time

with my head in the sand,

chasing bitter-flies...

Never taking time
for what matters.

- So are you better now or?

- I still call, don't I?

- Hey!
I told you he'd come back.

- Here you go.
- [sighs]

- Success.
Let me take you to the chopper.

Oh,
gonna have to get you to sign

the insurance waiver
before we go.

The, um,
not-my-fault-if-I-kill-us-all-

'cause-I'm-still-drunk-from-
the-night-before kind of thing.

- Is that supposed
to be a joke, mate?

- Yeah--yeah, no.
Uh, sorry.

- I flew Apaches for ten years,

so I'll be flying.

You just tell me where.

- Well, I don't think--

we don't let anybody fly it.

[sweeping, dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Fuck me dead.
She handles like shit!

How old is this thing?
- A lady never tells.

[chuckling]
Oh, here, here.

You can put her down
right here.

- So that's it then?

- [sighs]

[TV droning]
[knock on door]

- How much milk
do they drink in a day?

- Do you mind if I--
- Makes my nipples sore

just watching them.

- Seeing the danger, he brings

the 57th Turkish regiment--

- I'll just get it.

Hi.

- Hi.
- [laughs]

Uh, come in, I guess.

How are you?
- How am I?

Uh,

people are just meant to say,
"I'm fine, thanks.

How are you?" when asked
that question, right?

- Usually.
- Mm.

Well, I'm fine, thanks, Helen.

How are you?
- Yeah--

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Helen, this is Luci.

Um, Helen drove down
from Cooper Springs to see me.

- Oh, right.
So you guys know each other?

- Yeah.
Yeah, Helen's my only friend

in the whole wide world.

- [laughing]
Yeah, well,

something like that.

- Okay.

- I thought you were leaving.

- Yeah, well,
I just wanted to come back

to see what's on that phone.

- Why?
- Because, whether you like it

or not, I'm involved
in this shit as well,

so I think I deserve to know.

- Better get it charged.

- [clears throat]

- So why'd you, uh,
drive all the way down here?

- Oh, uh, right.

Yeah, I--I actually
just wanted to let you know

that there's a guy
that's looking f--for you.

- What guy?

Helen, what did he want?
What guy?

- [laughs]

That guy.

[gun cocks]

[glass shatters, screams]

[suspenseful music]

- Ralph!
- [screams]

♪ ♪

- Ralph!
[high-pitched ringing]

- Ralph!
Get down, please!

Ralph, please!
[high-pitched ringing]

[high-pitched ringing]
- [sniffles]

- [panting]

- Boo.
[laughs]

Come out, come out,

wherever you are.

- [whispering]
Come here; we can get out.

There's a door.
Come here.

Hurry, we can get out.

Come here.

- Police!

- Yes?
- Put your weapon down.

- [sighs]

What are you gonna do
with that?

- I'm gonna shoot you.

- [laughs]

Have you ever actually
fired a gun before,

outside of the range?

- Put your weapon down.

- You couldn't
if you wanted to.

[tense music]

[laughs]

Well, would you look at that?

- [grunts]

- [panting]

Thank you.
- Come here.

- You know what you are,
Elliot?

You're a fucking cockroach.

[chuckles]

You're a big, bad,
pain-in-the-ass cockroach.

- Wait a minute, just--

just tell me why.

What--what is it I've done?

- Nah.
- [grunts]

- [grunts, groans]

Ah!

[exciting Western music]

♪ ♪

- [panting]
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

Okay, okay.

Oh.
Oh, God.

Oh, God.
Oh.

Oh, God.

[intense Western music]

♪ ♪

- [whistling]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Ah!
Ah!

- [grunts]
[metal clatters]

- [groaning]

[distant thump]

- Well, well, well.

Sorry.

- Are you--
- Oh, I'm--I'm fine.

It's fine.
- So you say.

But are you a doctor?

'Cause you don't look
like a doctor.

I know I'm not a doctor,
so you don't know you're fine.

Do you?

- [sighs]
- I'll get Sweeney

to drive you to the clinic.

- Just give me one minute.

I, um...

Well, I just wanted to say
that I'm really,

really sorry.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[cry-laughs]

[mellow Western bass line]

♪ ♪

- Is he--is he dead?

- Well, people don't turn that
colour if they're alive, mate.

- I mean, I didn't--
shit, I didn't see this.

I was--I was in the chopper
playing "Dawn of the Vikings."

I was all the way over there.
- What, when you took off,

you didn't notice a dead body
on the ground?

- I was playing "Dawn of
the Vikings" when I took off.

I didn't--
- Would you two shut up?

And when they came back to the
chopper, did they say anything?

- Nothing.
No.

- They didn't mention
calling the police?

- Yes--yes.
Yeah.

Yeah, no, the bloke said
he wanted me to call the cops,

and then he changed his mind.

He said,
"Don't worry about it."

- You didn't think
that was strange?

- I was just thinking
about "Dawn"--

- Say "Dawn of the Vikings,"

I will put your head
through a wall.

It's me.
That bloke we've been after,

I want you to put everyone
and everything on him.

What?

There's been a shootout
at Burnt Ridge.

Right, well,
add this to the list.

It looks like that fella
just killed someone.

- [sighs]

- Mate, if you want to rest,
do it later.

- That didn't need to happen.

Ralph didn't need to--

- It wasn't your fault.

- Yeah, it is.

The people are trying
to kill me, that's--

- Now look, that, uh--

that phone you found must
be charged up by now.

Maybe there's something
on there that can tell you.

- You're not coming?

Not meaning to sound
needy again or anything.

- We've been down
this road before.

We don't work.

I let myself forget that
last night, and it was stupid.

I'm sorry.

Just see it as a fresh start.

Everything you've done
doesn't matter.

It's what you do now
that counts.

- [laughs]

Where'd you get that,
a fortune cookie?

- No, I got it from my dad

just before he died
of colon cancer.

- Ah.

Okay, I'm sorry.

- Ah, that's all right.

I think he got it
from a fortune cookie.

- [laughs]

- Where's my fiancée,
Helen Chambers?

Where is she?
- Hey, you.

- [sighs]
- I appreciate it, Eth,

but you didn't have
to come all the way here.

- Of--of course I did.

You almost died, babe.
- No, no.

I--I just scraped my leg.

- I could have lost you.
- Seriously.

I'm okay.
Really.

- Someone shot at you.

- No, they--they weren't
shooting at--at me.

They--they were shooting at
someone else who I was near to.

- Look, whatever it was,

I don't care, I'm just--

I'm glad you're alive.

- Thank you.

- I love you, shortbread.

- I love you too.

- Come on.

Let's get out of here,
shall we?

No.
No, no, no, come on, you--

You can't be serious.
- I just have a few things

that I need to clear up
here first before--

Hey.

- You came all the way up here
when no one asked you to,

and you nearly
got yourself killed

for some guy who doesn't
even know his own name.

- He saved my life.

- There are other people,
more important people,

people who are qualified,
whose actual job this is.

This is ridiculous.

Come on, let's get in the car.

If we get going now,
we can still beat the traffic.

- No.

I'm--I'm not coming.

Look,
I've spent a really long time

saying that I'm not this
or I'm not that, but--

but what if I'm wrong?

What if I am?

And--and what
if I can help this person

in this moment in time
when no one else can?

- We've got dance practice
at 4:00 with Diego.

[somber music]

- Look, I just need
to ask a few questions, okay?

Hour max.
I'll be back.

- You could lose me, Hel.

You know that, don't you?

And do you think anyone else
would want you?

♪ ♪

- That--that's--

that's really mean, Ethan--

- Stop whimpering.
Diego is coming at 4:00.

If you're not home
for practice,

don't bother coming home
at all.

- Ethan.

Wait.

[car horn blares]

- Um...

Burnt Lodge is just up there.

I'm--I'm this way, so...

The, uh--
the cops should be gone by now.

- What would you do?

- [exhales deeply] Just...

pack my shit
and get the hell out of here.

- Anything else I should, um--

I should know?
- Um...

No, I think I've pretty much

told you everything
that I know, so...

- You have?
- Yeah.

- I'm, uh--

I'm sorry about all this,

about dragging you
into all this shit.

How am I with goodbyes?

- Terrible.

Yeah, you always left things
on a bad note.

- Fuck you.
- [laughs]

- I suppose--
- Yeah.

Right.

Uh, fuck you too.

[soft, melancholy music]

♪ ♪

- [grunting, groaning]

[intense Western music]

♪ ♪

[ringtone playing]

- Kosta.

- Billy, speak to me.

- [panting]
I was close.

Yeah, they got the drop on me.

Won't happen again.

- You promised.

You haven't been
getting overzealous again,

have you, Billy?

- He'll be breathing.

Don't worry.

Just might not have
any legs, is all.

- Where are you?

- Place called Burnt Ridge.

Kosta, serious, I got this.

- Okay, I'm coming there.

- Hey, I can handle it, bro.

- Great.

I'll see you soon, bro.

[speaking Greek]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Hi.
- Hi.

I was just getting myself
a glass of water here.

How you doing?
- Oh, fine.

Bit shook up.
- Sure.

- I--I just wanted to take
a poke around if that's okay.

- Sure, sure.
Hey,

mind keeping watch for a bit?

Got a text
from my bonehead kid.

Run out of petrol
on Woorung highway.

- Yeah, sure.

Bye.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[cellphone chimes]

- Hey.

Uh...

How's your leg?

- Oh, uh, you know, painful,

but I'm still alive,
so swings and roundabouts.

- Yeah.
[laughs]

- What happened
to the guy in the hat?

- Well, he, uh--
we lost him.

We lost him.
He's, um--

yeah, he's gone.

Did you--

you find anything on that?

- Oh, uh, you know,

it seemed really important
earlier and--

and I wasn't sure if you were--

- No, it's fine.

It's fine.
- Yeah.

Um, looks like it took
a real beating

in all the mess back there.

Collateral damage.

Listen, thanks again for,

you know,
saving my life and all.

You're a real lifesaver,
literally.

- It's grand.
[mutters]

- That--that bloke who, um--

who came after you--
he called you Elliot.

- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Um,

he did, I for--
I forgot.

[laughs]
Elliot Stanley.

- Helen Chambers.

- Yeah.
- Right.

You know, I--I didn't have you
pegged for an Elliot.

- No, what did you--
what'd you think?

- I don't know.
Maybe a Steve.

Or, like, a Ryan.

- Ryan, really?
Jesus, no.

- Hey, listen,
you could be a Ryan.

- All units, KLO4
Northern Irish male,

mid- to late 30s, tall,
dark brown hair, name unknown.

Suspect says he's
lost his memory.

It's in connection to a murder
out in Murray Waters,

so be careful.

[tense music]

- I'm just gonna go.
- I, uh--

I can't--
I can't let you do that.

- That's not me

who they're talking about
on your wee radio.

That's--that--
that's not--

- You can explain that...
- That's not me.

- At--at the station.

- I didn't kill anyone, um,

I don't think.

- Like I say, it's not my job.

Just come down to the station,

explain to the bigwigs, and--

and they'll clear this all up.

♪ ♪

- Okay.
Sure.

- Okay then.
Um...

look, sorry about this, but I'm
gonna have to cuff you.

- Ah, you don't--
there's no need--

- I--it's procedure.

- [scoffs]

Okay.
[laughs]

Here we go.

[laughs]
- Sorry.

- Hey!

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Please.

- I'm sorry.

Open the car.

Keys.
Give me the keys.

Fuck!
- Go.

Just--just take it.
Go.

Just--just don't hurt me.

- I'm gonna need you to drive.

- Why?

- Don't think I can--

don't think I can drive
a stick.

- Please.
- Just get in the fucking car.

- You wouldn't hurt me.

This--this is not who you are.
You saved my life.

- See,
that's where you're wrong.

I'm--

I'm a bad guy, Helen.

That's why people want me dead.

- What--whatever you may have
done in the past

doesn't matter, right?

You have another chance now.

- We are who we are, all right?

Just--just get
the fuck in, okay?

- Where are we going?
- Just drive.

- I have to be home by 4:00.

Tomorrow your face is going
to be on every newspaper

in the country.

You can't run forever.

- No,

but today I can.

Drive.

♪ ♪

- She'll be here.

She will.

- Um, we can practice
till she gets back if you like.

Don't worry, I'll be the lady.

Grab my waist.

Squeezing me a bit tight there.

- Sorry, Diego.
- Okay, yeah.

Ready?
And one, two, three.

Good.
Now we do the dip.

- It's broken.

- I see a number,

I think.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- That thing's screwed.

I know a dud when I see one.

[phone chimes]
- Told you, it's a dud.

[phone ringing]
- Just drive, all right?

[ringtone playing]

- [grunts]

- They tell me Elliot
don't remember anything.

That's bullshit, right?

- No.
- [laughs]

Well, lucky him.

[Gordon Lightfoot's
"If You Could Read My Mind"]

- How the fuck
are you not dead yet?

- Funny,

I was gonna ask you
the same thing, Victoria.

- ♪ If you could read my mind,
love ♪

♪ What a tale
my thoughts could tell ♪

♪ Just like
an old-time movie ♪

♪ 'Bout a ghost
from a wishing well ♪

♪ In a castle dark
or a fortress strong ♪

♪ With chains upon my feet ♪

♪ You know that ghost is me ♪