All language subtitles for The.Tourist.S01E05.1080p.WEB.H264-GLHF

- Yeah, it's-it's me.
I...

I need to report a murder.

- So, you're not gonna
tell me anything

about this Kosta guy, huh?

Like, maybe why he's so keen
to spend

some face time with me?

- No idea, but a guy like that
wants to talk to you,

chances are
you've done something.

- Thirsty.

Do you do this a lot?

You know,
as a law enforcement officer,

do you break
the law a lot, do you?

You don't feel bad at least?

- I deal with the job at hand.

- What if the job at hand
is to drown

an overweight five-year-old
Belgian kid in the bath?

- Why would that be
the job at hand?

- Dunno.

- Well, why would
you choose that?

- Well, it's hypothetical.
I'm just saying, morally--

- Belgian is very specific.

- You know what I'm asking.

- I don't like this
any more than you do.

- I'd say you enjoy it
a little bit more.

- When you got six months
to live, you start to see shit

a little more clearly,
all right?

What's important.

Yesterday, I got a call
out of the blue.

- Lachlan Rogers, welcome
to the worst day of your life.

- Who is this?
- Kosta Panigiris.

I think you would have heard
of me, a man of your position.

Look at your phone.
I sent you something.

- Shut it off.

- You are looking
for an Irishman.

Elliot Stanley is his name.
I want you to bring him to me.

- Or what?

- I thought you were supposed
to be a detective.

And don't bother
calling your police friends.

Not unless you really
hate your wife.

- Don't you fucking dare.

- Elliot Stanley means
nothing to you.

So, it's either him
or the woman you love.

It's not such a hard choice.

- Circumstances conspired
against the two of us, Elliot.

We're both victims in this.

- Right. Yeah, poor you.

- Kosta, how much longer?

She won't bloody shut up.

Did you know she's a cop too?

- Patience. Patience.

Stay calm. It's almost over.

- Are you serious?

- I've been taken here
at gunpoint.

I don't think having
some of the guy's water

is gonna make things worse.

- Aren't you gonna at least
wipe it first?

Listen--

- Start talking,
you little fuck.

- He said he doesn't
remember anything.

Since the accident.

Oh, fuck.

- I've done what you asked.

- Mr. Lachlan Rogers
in the flesh.

It's nice to meet you.

- Where's my wife?

- No, no, we are still hunting.

Play nice, and you'll
see her again, soon enough.

Here, give me your phone.

Tell me what I want to know,

or we'll see what else
can be done with this straw.

It's recyclable, you see?

Good for the planet.

Don't look at him.

Look at me.

It's hard to forget
what you did.

So, let's start with the bag.

Where is it?

Or maybe she took it,
in which case...

- Okay. Okay.

I'll show you where
the fucking bag is.

- Helen?
- Now's not a good time.

- I just-I just need
to talk to Elliot.

I figured you might know
where he is.

- Well, you can't.
- Please, okay?

I-I just want to tell him
that he can stop running.

- No, you don't get it.

- I'm gonna take care
of things.

- I just watched a cop
shoot another cop

right in front of me,
and then-and then

he took Elliot with him,
God knows where.

So, I'm-I'm sorry, Luci,

or Mel, or whatever
the hell your name is,

but you're too late.

Wait. Wait.
Take care of what things?

If you know something, you
have to come down here, okay?

We're-we're at the Dusty Moon
motel in Kalura Creek,

Honeymoon Suite.

Just come talk
to the detectives, okay?

- The Honeymoon Suite?
- Well, nothing happened.

- Yeah, I didn't assume
that it would have.

- Look, look,
Elliot is in trouble.

Like--like, big, fat trouble.

So, just--just tell me
what you know.

Anything that could help me.

- Yeah, look,
talking to the police

is pretty high up
on my shit list, so no can do.

- Ple--

- Oh, sorry.

- Hey!

- You must be Chambers.
Sergeant Pam Renton.

- What took you guys so long?
- Had to finish breakfast.

So, where'd it happen?

- I was right there.

- Peter, go talk
to the receptionist.

- Oh, I already did.

He didn't hear anything.
He had his headphones in.

- Why don't you let us do our
job and you not do yours, okay?

- I'm just trying to help.

- I've never met
Inspector Rogers,

but I know people who have.

And not a soul's got anything
but good to say of him.

- All I know is what
I saw him do.

- Are you talking to me?

Never mind.

It's roasting in here.

Can you not open a window
or something?

Oh, my God.

What the hell is that?

Oh, my God.

- What--what's with you? Hey.

- Nothing.

- You've definitely become
more weird

since I saw you last.

Uncuff him.

Get the shovels.

- What are you doing?

- You see this, right?

- See what?

- "And they waltzed,
and they stepped arm in arm,

straight into
the belly of the beast."

- Huh?

- It's beautiful, isn't it?

- Can we get on with this?

- Hey, come on, come on.

You forget where
you put $1 million?

- That's what this is about?

A million dollars?
A man like you--

- Hey!

- There.

That's where
the magic is.

- Let's get to work.

And then we can talk
about your girlfriend, huh?

- Hello?

Hello?

- Elliot?

Elliot.

Is that you?

Come in. Come in.

Elliot, is that you?

You came.

- Dad?

- I didn't think you'd make it.

- I'm here. Of course I am.

- You never did like the piano,
did you?

- I don't remember.

- 12 years.

You went
to piano lessons for

12 years.

And you remained
horrible at it.

both:

- Thanks.

- You only kept going to those
lessons to make your mum happy.

'Cause she wanted you to.

'Cause it was easier.

Easier than saying no

and making your own choices.

That's your problem, son.

You never push yourself.
You never fucking push.

- Dad. Let go.

Hey, can we get
a doctor in here?

Hello?

What the fuck?

- Could I please get
a lemon drop martini

with Belvedere vodka, please?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

Can I help you,
Stares-A-Lot?

- Have we met?

Wait, this-this is how we meet.

- Oh, my God.

That's a really nice line.

Yeah. I mean, it's pretty good.

Does it--does it work
for you often?

- No, that's not what I mean.

- It's definitely
what you meant.

You should probably
put something on that sunburn.

It's pretty bad.

- Irish blood.

- I don't think that you should
blame the Irish

for your inability
to put sunscreen on.

Seems a little bit unfair.

- Name's Elliot.

- Victoria.

- That's a shame.
- Why is that?

- Well, the only two Victorias
I've ever known

are both toxic narcissists
with a foot fetish.

- Oh.

You met my mum
and my nan then.

You know, I'm-I'm pretty sure

I've got some aloe vera
back in my room.

- Ow, ow, ow!
Neck, neck, neck, neck.

- Ooh, sorry.
- Fuck.

- Sorry.

- When can I see you again?

- When do you want
to see me again?

- Well, I have dinner tonight.
So, after?

- Bit keen.

- Is that a yes?

- It's a maybe.

- What is this?

I mean, is this a memory of us?

Did this happen?

- How am I supposed to know?

We're in your subconscious.

- I'm so fucking confused.

- Mr. Panigiris. Good to
finally meet you in person.

- Yes. Yes.

I was starting to wonder
if this day would ever come.

Please.

- Good evening, gentlemen.
Are you ready to order?

- No,
we are waiting on someone.

- Ah.

- Ouch.

You should really put something
on that sunburn of yours.

Hi.

- My love.

This is my fiancée, Victoria.

This is Elliot.

He works for me.

- You're uh...

I work for-I work--
I work for you?

He drank my fucking LSD.

- Which you keep
in your water bottle.

- It's a micro dose.

Distilled water, some acid,
and some other stuff.

Special Kosta blend.
It helps my creativity.

It's taken my sculptures
to another level.

Here, you see this?
I did this in one night.

Ten hours straight.

- Very nice.
- I know.

He drank the whole thing.

- Yeah, well, he was thirsty.
- For me, it's nothing.

I do this shit all the time.

For him, it's like you give
a baby a bottle of vodka

and a fucking crackpipe.

Okay, you go where he was.
You dig.

What?

- Do you believe
in karma, Mr. Panigiris?

- No, I believe in digging.

My fiancée.

You don't know
when to stop, do you?

- I have something you want.

- You have no idea what I want.

- Don't hurt Elliot,

and I'll come and show you
what I mean.

It'll change everything.

- Change everything? Sure.

- Just tell me where you are.

- You find anything?
- Doesn't seem like it.

You can go home, you know.
We have your statement.

- What about Lachlan Rogers?
Has anyone found him yet?

- This isn't your case.

Go home.

- What?
- You don't have

to talk to the police.
Just talk to me.

- You are the police.
- No! I'm-I'm-I'm me.

I just happen
to be a policewoman.

- Okay.

- Please, you and I,
we want the same thing here.

We don't want
to see him get hurt.

And historically,

you've tended to know
more than you've let on.

So, just tell me
where he is, please.

Honestly, I'm at a loss here,

'cause I think that maybe
it could be connected

to those weird stonemen
that I found on his camera,

or, I don't know.

Just, Luci, Victoria, Geri,
whatever your name is,

let me help.

Let me be the cavalry.

- Okay.
I'll tell you what I know.

- Hey. Hey!

I know where they are.

- Come on, then.

- Is it here?

Am I even digging
in the right place?

Just focus, will you?
Where is it?

Where's the bag?

- Bag.

- People love
trophies, don't they?

- Right, the fucking bag.

- Like this. This is my trophy.

Inside this bag is $1 million,
the first money I make.

From nothing.

A magic trick.

A formation of dust,
from the slums.

I carried drugs
for dangerous men.

I stole. I lied.

Every night, every night, I was
passed around like a novelty

for when they got bored
of their putanas.

But I kept everything I made.

Anyone who says money
is the root of all evil

has not seen the tree,

or the leaves and flowers
that grow from those roots.

Mr. Stanley, am I boring you?

- Sorry. I was um...
No, not at all.

- Money is important to me.

- Well, I'm an accountant,
Mr. Panigiris.

I understand.

- He give you the money speech?

- Yeah.

- Gave me the same
when I started working for him.

- It's kind of intense.

Fancy a beer?
- Sure.

- Mr. Stanley.

You can go through now.
They're ready for you.

- Who's-who's ready for me?

- Hello, young man.

Please, sit down, sit down.

Can I get you a cup
of tea or coffee or--?

- No, I'm--

I'm fine.

What are you doing here?

- I work here.

No, no, you work as
a tour guide with that other--

- No, I think you got me
confused with somebody else.

- No--

It's you, but with glasses
and a fake beard.

- Yeah.
Yeah, I see the confusion.

See, I'm actually someone
from your past.

An Englishman.
I'm just not doing the accent.

Yeah. It's Colin Callend,

an accountant,
partner in your dad's firm.

This conversation happened
15 years ago.

- Okay.

- See,
memory's a strange thing.

We don't remember things
as they happened,

word-for-word,
moment-for-moment.

We capture, like an impression.
Like a--like a thumbnail.

And when it's time to bring
those memories back,

our brain just fills
in the gaps.

If it helps,
back when this happened,

you looked like this.

- So, is this an interview?
- No. Absolutely not. No.

This is an informal discussion.
Okay?

I mean, come on,
we're an accountancy firm.

We're not the Third Reich.

- Okay.

- Let's begin the interview,
shall we?

- You said--
- Okay, young man, tell me,

when I eventually
offer you this job,

why do you turn it down,
just so that years later

you can be found working with
an international drug dealer?

- Excuse me?
- Kosta Panigiris.

He made a small fortune
with a business

that ships narcotics
around the globe.

This can't be news
to you, surely.

- I don't need this shit.

- We are what we do,
Mr. Stanley.

Where's the bag?

- I have to wake up.

Where's my bag?

- I have to fucking
wake up from this.

Where's my fucking bag?

- So. You and me.
You in or out?

- What are you--

What are you
doing with that?

- If you want to give us
a shot, we've gotta go.

Right now.
They're on their way upstairs.

- Why are we running?

Why am I holding a shovel?

I think I'm supposed
to be digging.

- No, you're supposed
to be running. Come on.

]

- You forget
where you put $1 million?

- I'm really sorry
about all this.

You have questions.

- Jesus Christ.

Uh, yeah, let's start with um,
why you just stole

Kosta's very special
bag of money?

- Fuck, I really don't know
how to put this.

- Well, succinctly
would be great.

- You ever why I'd get engaged
to a guy like Kosta?

- Yeah. Crossed my mind.

- Okay, so he thinks
that we met by chance, right?

But we didn't.

Technically, I found him.

I met someone close to him,

and that's what gave me
the idea in the first place.

- Why?
- Well, it's kind of what I do.

I, um...

I encourage people
to separate from their money.

- So, you're a thief.
- Well.

I prefer con woman.

Or confidence woman.

- What's the difference.
- You know, "fidence."

- Bollocks.

- Who told you to stop?

- There's nothing there.
The guy's out of it.

He doesn't have a clue
what he's saying.

- I don't know.
This life, it's--

it's not who I am.

It's just-it's just what I do.

- Well, aren't they kind
of the same--?

- Where is it?

- Fuck's sake.

- I was in this for more
than a million dollars.

But then I met you.

And I don't know. I--

I woke up this morning, and

I saw the bag
in Kosta's house,

and I thought,

fuck it.

Let's go. Let's do this.

I'm not really big on planning.

Fuck you.

- I can see that.

- But how's this for a plan?

Australia.
Lots of places to hide.

Plenty of money to hide with.
Happily ever after.

- Fuck you.

Happily ever after.

- I told you, I'm leaving,
and I'm not coming back

this time.
- Great. Great.

- Fuck you. Fuck you.

- What happened?

- You lasted on the run
for six weeks.

And it was one argument
too many.

Simon and Garfunkel
parted ways.

- No. With us.

Did we... that night?

- How should I know? I'm you.

- I'm so confused.

- Hey.

You're gonna be okay.

- Why are you here?

- Because I'm the only person
you know

in the whole wide world.

- Where's my fucking bag?

I need you to think, malaka!

- I just--can you just let me
lie down for a second?

Please, I can't think.

- You can sleep later, huh?

Part of me don't want you
to tell me,

because this is just--

this is so present.

Can't you feel it?
Don't you feel alive? Huh?

- Hey.

- Okay.

Who's that?

Who the hell knows we're here?

- Approaching location.

- Move! Move!

- All right, everyone,
listen up!

Let's check around the back.

- You expecting someone?

- They're driving past.
Why are you so paranoid?

- Yeah, clearly
you're enjoying yourself.

You think this
is all fucking funny.

- Calm down.

The stress
is no good for you.

Or maybe you're upset

because you had
to kill your policeman friend.

- I had no choice.
- Oh, you had a choice.

You chose for your wife
not to become sausage meat.

It was a good choice.

- Nothing here.
The place is empty.

Just, she lied.

But she knows where they are.
I'll try her again.

- You've wasted enough
of everyone's time.

Don't you think?

Come on, everyone.
Let's wrap this up.

- Good.

Now even if there is no money,
they can go

in that nice big hole
you are digging.

Hey, at least your wife
isn't going in there.

- I'm sorry.

- Are you now?

- Yeah, I-I am. I--

I thought I was--

I thought I could do it.

Make a difference, you know?
Be that person.

But instead,
I just embarrassed myself.

- You disappeared. For days.

I'm on my second
sharing platter

of halloumi cheese here.
My second sharing platter.

Beside myself with worry,
I've been.

- It's more complicated
than that.

I was--

I was kidnapped,

by the guy
who forgot who he was.

- Kidnapped.

Are you actually serious?

Of all the cock and ball
stories--

- It's true. Ethan, I swear.

- Promise
on your granny's life?

- Promise on your
granny's life.

- Then why am I just now
hearing about it?

- I haven't told anyone.

I haven't even filed
a police report.

It's complicated.

- Having your mother bathe you
until the age of 16

is complicated.
Trust me.

- He was confused, okay?

He's scared.
He was never gonna hurt me.

- All right.

We're gonna go
down to the station right now,

and you're gonna file a report.

- I don't know.
It's beyond that now.

There's this detective
inspector in Major Crimes

who's just gone
totally bonkers.

- No. No. Enough!

Okay, this bloke and his
dodgy memory have been

nothing but a thorn
in our sides.

So, we go, right now,
and put it behind us.

- Okay.
Okay.

- You don't need the money.

What's this really about?

- Sometimes,
a job's worth doing,

it's worth doing yourself.

What?

- Nothing.

- Back to work.

- Hello?

Tell me, are you alone?

Marko, are you alone?
Tell me you're alone.

How did Kosta know
we were in Australia?

- Your girl Victoria
slipped up.

Used a credit card.
So we started looking into it.

- We?
- Me and Billy Nixon,

Kosta's distribution guy.

I did some digging of my own
off the back of that.

It took me to some place
called Burnt Ridge.

So, I went there this morning
to take a look.

- And?
- I knocked on a lot of doors.

I said,
"I'm looking for this girl,

and if you see her,
say I just want to talk.

Find a way to work things out.
Put this behind us."

- And did you find her or not?

- You know,

me and Victoria,
we never exactly...

but you and me,
that's different.

That's why
I didn't show Billy this.

She must have left it
on my windscreen.

Seems like she was willing
to hear what I had to say.

You have to talk to her, man.
Sort it out.

I'll do what I can
to keep Billy off the track

and away from Burnt Ridge.

- I appreciate this.

- Hey, you could have
ratted me out to Kosta.

All the money I was skimming
from that crazy asshole.

But you were standup, so

now we're even.

Oh, also...

There's one number
on that phone: me.

We talk only if we need to.

- You never fucking push,
Elliot.

- Hey.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Walk with me.

Talk with me.

I ain't as dumb as I look, see.

Kosta told me you
and Marko was tight.

Said to keep an eye
on you both.

And, boy, was he right.

Picture this.

Crack of dawn this morning,

we're like Thelma and Louise,
me and the Greek.

He asks me...

- Where are we going, Billy?

- And I says,
I got this information.

Possible whereabouts
type of thing.

- Good. Let's find
these bitches and go home.

I miss my cat.

- See, I'm a dog man.

Cats, they were as big as dogs,
they'd rip you to pieces.

But dogs, they're loyal
till the day they die.

- What's with the cowboy hat?

- My mother used to wear one.

God rest her soul.

I drive us way out
into the middle of nowhere.

Your man's got no idea
what's coming.

- So, what are we doing here?

- Pretty fucking pleased
with yourself for a dead guy.

- Well, when we have
this conversation,

I don't know I'm dead, do I?

Anyways, he comes to.

Where is he?

- What the fuck, Billy?
Let me out.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Just let me the fuck out!

- Where?

He didn't want to give you up,
but, um,

I'm persuasive.

- Silver Eye Motel. Room 6.

Now let me go!

- Shh.

When I was a kid,

when I messed up, my momma...

well, my momma would
lock me in her coal scuttle.

Just keep me in there
till I promised to be better,

and my tongue was black,

and my eyes could see no more.

Yeah, my momma could be
a real cunt that way.

May God rest her soul.

- Don't do this--
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I ain't mean
like my momma was.

There's a hole there.

I've got this hose.

My mom could make sure that
this stays above the ground,

so you'll have
some air in there.

Not a lot.

It will not be pleasant.

But you'll live.

And if you ain't lying,

if I find him
where you say he is,

then I'm coming
right back here,

and I'm gonna let you out.

- Please.

- You know what's funny?

That's exactly
what my momma said...

Right before I buried her ass.

- No--

- Your boy broke like
blown glass

on a freight train.

It's why I'm a dog man, see?

- A dog man who ends up
leaving Marko's phone

in there with him?

Yeah. You know he ends up
calling me from underground?

How fucked is that?
- Hey, nobody's perfect.

- I got there too late.

Did you know the poor bastard
was allergic to scorpions?

That's bad fucking luck
right there.

- I-I-I will not film you
in the toilet, okay?

That's the last time.

Yeah, you guys should
talk to him.

I saw him chasing
some kids earlier.

He's not well.

I know I was here
before the accident.

I'm hoping there's something
on that camera

that can help me
to understand why.

Anyone I was with,
anyone I was talking to.

- I can tell you
what you said.

- We're giving away
a disposable camera

with every purchase over $10.

- I'm fine. Thanks.

- But they're free.

- Fine.

- You're asking where
the nearest servo is.

- Where's the nearest
service station?

- She's giving directions.

- Down the road there.
The Saddlepack Roadhouse.

- Saddlepack Roadhouse. Got it.

Focus, will you?

Where is it?
Where's the bag?

- Hey, this is Marko.

I can't answer
the phone right now,

'cause I'm buried underground.

- Marko, listen.

Wherever you are,
if you're still alive,

and somehow able to get this,
no hard feelings

about telling Billy
where to find me.

You did what you had to do.

The money's safe.

If something happens to me,

I need you
to get it to Victoria.

I've written the location
into that phone you gave me.

I'll text you where to find it.

- Out the front,
round the back.

- You never push yourself.

You never fucking push.

- Ahh!

- Why do I keep seeing you?

- I--

- I don't remember.

- Shh.

- Help me to understand.

- You know me?

- Greenlanes. Adelaide.

- She knows me.

I'm so fucking thirsty.

- He back with us?

- I think he's on his way.

You are thirsty, huh?

You want me
to drown you some more?

- No. No, no, no, no.
I remember.

I remember
where I hid the money.

Really, this time.

- Your timing was always
so impeccable.

- Who you expecting, Kosta?

- Who?

- No one. Show me where it is.

- Who's in the car?

- Stay focused.

- More than I expected.

Nice of you to join us.

- You okay?
- What are you doing here?

- Trying to stop you
from getting fucking killed.

- Okay, everyone
back together again, huh?

The people who fucked me over.

You have something I want?

- Yep. I do.

You remember the day
we first met.

My car hadn't actually
broken down.

I knew
that you were gonna be there.

I was waiting for you.

- You lied about
how you two met?

Is that just, like,
something that you do?

- A while back,
I got talking to someone

who told me all about you.

Your brother.

- What the fu--