All language subtitles for Tin.Star.S01E05.BDRip.x264-HAGGiS

Nick, copy, please.
I'm approaching the location.

Right behind you, D.

Where's the Chief?

He's responding. He's en route.

- I'll lead us in.
- Copy that.

Well, here she is.

Do you see anything?

Looks clear from here.

Which car's he in?

Trailblazer.

He drives a Prius.

Trailblazer.

Fuck.

What the fuck are you doing?

Well, he's not here.

Yet.

Payload's gone. Looks like computers.

Driver's out cold.

Steady pulse but he doesn't look good.

What if he's not coming?

He'll come if it's man down.

It's gonna be quicker if we
transport him out of here ourselves.

Can at least get him somewhere
they can send the chopper.

One of us has to stay here
to hold the scene.

Yeah, right, so where the fuck
is the Chief at?

- He's responding.
- Fuck's sakes, Denise.

Would you stop covering for the guy?

- He's progress impaired.
- Oh, yeah, no, he's impaired.

I'll give you that.
By a bottle of whiskey or three.

- He'll be here. I...
- GUNSHOT

Chief, come in.

God damn it,
I know you can hear me.

There was an incident at the call-out.

Involving Denise.

So where the fuck are you?

Daddy's gonna buy you
a looking glass.

Have you used one of these before?

I grew up in the country.

With a mam who hated the British.

She never liked your dad.

You and I...

We're going to look after
ourselves from now on.

That woman was an easy target
and you shoved me!

- Hey!
- I saved our arses!

You kill a cop around here
ifs the same as anywhere.

- They go fucking mental.
- We came here to kill a cop, Frank!

Shut it!

When have you ever once finished
your fucking job right, huh?

Pissing and whining
about your fucked luck. It's you.

You're the reason you're a fucking loser.

Take care of this lot.
Try not to fuck that up, eh?

Hey!

Hey!

Get back behind that line.

Did you hear me?

Ste?

Any description of the perpetrators?

What is your business here?

I see motorcycle tracks, so I was
wondering if bikers had a hand in this.

When we make the arrests, I'm sure
your company will be informed.

Absolutely.

If you wouldn't mind,
do you have a manifest for the payload?

It was probably in the driver's cab.

It would be a big help
to know what was... stolen.

Mm-hmm.

Asshole.

I was sorry to hear about your colleague.

Idiot!

I never barred a police chief before,
but after last night, maybe I should.

You know, bikers might be trouble.
At least they're trouble I can handle.

- Put something in it.
- Go home, Chief. Sleep it off.

What if I don't?

You gonna call the cops'?

Oi, whiskey.

What are you, a cowboy now?

You gonna tell me which one?

You choose.

Leave the bottle.

- This is your new station house, eh?
- Mm-hmm.

You know she led the response?

Covering for your sorry ass
all the way?

- She alright?
- She was fucking shot.

Where?

- Highway 40.
- No, you fucking idiot. Where?

In the shoulder.

- Was it through and through?
- What?

Did it nick the artery?

There any bone damage?

- She gonna live?
- Yeah, she's gonna...

- Ah.
- Hey, fuck you!

You left us on our own out there.

Go home, Nick.

You are beyond unfit for duty.

I'm going to have to ask you
to turn over your weapon.

Go home, put your feet up.
You've had a shock.

Chief.

Someone tried to kill me
and they're gonna try again

and when they do I'm gonna burn
this shithole to the fucking ground.

Can I help?

Don't normally allow
customers back here.

So what are you clearing
a week here, then?

Two things I never discuss
with strangers.

- The first is money.
- Alright, let me guess.

Take off wages, utilities, stock,
taxes, license, mortgage...

I'd say, what, two grand a week tops?

I mean, look at you.

A woman of your grace and stature
shouldn't be lugging crates around.

You know you'd make ten times
what you're making now with a late license

and a bit of adult entertainment.

- What?

What? What kind of adult entertainment
did you have in mind?

Cold beer, warm women.
Nothing too tasteful.

I ain't looking for a partner.

What about a backer, then?

A backer?

Yeah.

You know, you out front.

Me right behind you.

- What exactly do you bring to the table?
- Hundred grand.

Once I liquidize my assets.

A strip bar, eh?

One stage, two poles,
six girls in a rota.

$20 on the door
and a premium on all drinks.

You put the boom back in boom town.

I'm telling you, love.
You'd make a killing off these oil boys.

All those paychecks and nowhere
else 'to spend them but your bar.

What kind of a girl do you take me for?

I take you for a very capable woman.

"Won't You Come Home,
Bill Bailey" by Patsy Cline

it Remember that rainy eve that
I drove you out

I'm sorry to intrude
while you're grieving.

And yet you're here.

So you've come to talk about my husband.

- I came here to talk to you.
- About my husband.

- About you.
- What, about my hopes and dreams?

- This isn't a sales pitch.
- Of course it is.

Look. I came here to make the best
life possible for my children.

With an alcoholic husband...

- Who I'm not here to talk about.
- ...who you're not here to talk about.

- That life, it's...
- Is over.

I have nothing left to lose.

You have a daughter.

And a home.
And bills to pay.

I have a son in the ground.

The Municipal Council is reviewing your
husband's position as Chief of Police.

Jesus, you're so transparent.

This isn't about him,
ifs about you and Anna.

- Oh.
- And getting his police pension

and healthcare benefits.

If North Stream takes that
to the federal courts, it all goes away.

You will have nothing.

Well, I'll get a job.

It's an official retraction of the
allegations that he made against North Stream.

Why? Why does a
multi-billion-dollar company

care what a drunken,
disgraced police chief says about it?

What are they so worried about?

I don't know.

What's she doing here?

She doesn't know.

I came to talk to your mother.

Really? What about?

Sometimes it helps to talk.

All he needs to do is sign.

Sign what?

No, Dad won't sign this.

Well, if he won't sign it

North Stream will send in
their lawyers.

And they won't be bringing flowers.

So this is why you're here'?

Yes.

OK. Well, in that case

I am glad you came.

I feel much better now.

One.

Two.

Looks like we got a problem here,
Chiefo.

You put our friend in hospital last night.

The record is... 132.

Just getting warmed up.

Three.

Did you know that...
bollocks.

...that, a really, really
fast punch travels

at 45 feet and
11 inches per second?

That's... 32 miles an hour.

Four.

But it's not about speed, is it?

The heft.

Five.

It's the timing.
Six.

And... and knowing
when it's your moment.

This is not your moment.

I'm bait.

You're small fry.

Now fuck off.

Seven.

OK. Find your target.

Yep.

And pull the trigger gently.

You're scared of him, aren't you'?

No, I'm scared of the
trouble he brings.

I'm not.

- Well done.

Yes.

How did you acquire this'?

I want to get dressed.

Please don't waste my time.

- Some guy in the bar.
- Ah, what guy?

Oh, you know. Big guy.
Canadian. Checked shirt.

What, you're saying he stole it?
Is that why you're here?

North Stream,
they don't trust their employees.

They got tracking, monitoring
software installed.

Activates on start-up.

You know, he never said he nicked it.
What a bastard, eh?

Hijacking

kidnap with violence, theft

attempted murder
of a police officer.

I want those laptops.

Call me when you can make
that happen.

Oi!
You can”: take my fucking passport!

Perfect.

I wouldn't ask
if I didn't know it was gonna work.

You've done things for me.

Things only a brother does.

End of the day,
it means everything.

I know why you need this.

It's blood law.

To free your soul from the pain.

I got this, brother.

Mm-hmm.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me, Jim.

Look at me.

There we go.

What the fuck are you?

My name is Elijah.

I'm an interventionist from the
NewHope Clinic in Calgary.

Your wife called us.

She's worried about you, Jim.

Is she?

That's nice.

I'm here to take you
to a better place.

Well, that shouldn't be hard.

There are two ways we can do this.

In the passenger seat or in the trunk.

But either way,
you're coming with me, Jim.

I'll tell you what, Elaine.

I'll let you drive me home.

And I can talk to my wife.
Straighten this out.

And then, I'll let you drive me
back here and buy me a drink.

You never know, you might get lucky.

Well.

- After you.
- No, after you.

Oh.
Your mum brought you up nice.

Mr Worth, we'll take my car.

Well, I can't drive, can I,
I'm totally fucking pissed.

- Mr Worth.
- Just give me a sec!

Elaine, do you want to touch me?

Huh?

Here, hold that.

I've done this before.

That's mine.

When did you come to realise

that a power greater than you

could restore your sanity?

Turn your life over..

To... to the care of a power
greater than you?

Play the game.

Give me step four, step four,
step four, step four.

Step four!

A searching and thorough
moral stock-taking.

Play the game.

What's next?

Step five. Go on then.

Step five, Elaine.

Whoa, whoa!

Don't distract Daddy when he's driving.

Fuck.

Oh, wahey!

That thing chafing?

You alright?

You alright, mate?

I'll be right there.

You alright, mate?
Roger?

JIM LAUGHS

That's gonna hurt.
Fucking terrible that is.

Turn over.

Here you are, hold on, there we go.

Ooh, look.

Now, I know that...

you're only doing the dog work

and that you don't know much

but what you do know
you are going to tell me.

Alright?

So.

Who sent you'?

How many are you'?

Who pulled the trigger'?

Speak to me, Rodge.

Talk to me.

Ah!

Remember step five.

Oi.

Admit to another person, to ourselves,
and to a Higher Power

the true nature of our failings.

Step six...

We are ready and willing
to have God

remove all our weaknesses
of character.

I think.

Step seven's boring. Step eight.

Make a list of all the people we've harmed

and be ready
to make amends to them all.

Who's trying to kill me and why?

Who killed my son?

I see you, Jack Devlin.

I see all of you.

What did you call me?

Any child of yours is better off dead.

I did your boy a favour
when I blew his brains out.

HE GASPS

Gin and tonic.

Straight to a man's heart.

There's something you need to know.

Full disclosure.

Right before my ex cutout,
he re-mortgaged the bar.

Took off with the money.

Now I run a good ship, OK

but the fucker has left me
short with the bank month to month.

However, I have spreadsheets.

Now, if you factor in debt solution
and your investment

well, you...
you can follow the projection.

I have a feeling for a future here.

Mmm.

- Wonderful workmanship.
- Thank you.

- Frank.
- Yeah?

Something took over there.

- Something bigger than both of us.

I felt it.

Look. I don't trifle. I don't lie.

I give my heart, it stays given.

But there's this.

My husband, he belonged
to the bike club.

He was beholden.

I'm not doing that again.

So I need to know.
Are you beholden, Frank Kane?

- To who?
- The kid. Whitey.

There's an unholy alliance
between you two.

Is there something
I need to know, Frank?

It's a family thing.

A debt of honour.

When it's been repaid,
I'm beholden to no one.

Promise.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word.

Daddy's gonna buy you
a mocking bird.

And if that mocking bird don't sing,.

Daddy's gonna buy you
a diamond ring.

And if that diamond ring is brass,

Daddy's gonna get you a looking glass.

You asleep, love?

You missed a verse.

Where are you?

In the woods.

Lost in the woods.

But I'm getting there, darlin',.

Dad?

When are you coming home?

Soon, love. Soon.

Shit.

Dad, are you hurt?

Nah, I'm alright.

Nice shooting, Irish.

Jack!

It's not your blood.

Whose is it?

Whose is it?

Christ almighty.

He saved my life.

Godswill?

He's dead.

I'm... I'm so sorry, mate.

I know how much he meant to you.

You won't leave me, will you, Frank?

No, mate, I'm not going anywhere.

Cos I don't think I can
do this on my own.

Do what, Whitey?

Jack dies.

But first

his family for my friend.