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From the outside,

this might look like
a conventional oil refinery.

But the fact is

that North Stream Oil's newest
facility is one of the greenest

and most efficient industrial
processors in the world.

Using the latest
scientific research

to transform oil sands bitumen

into synthetic crude oil,

our state of the art technology
both increases yield

and captures up to 90% of our
industrial carbon emissions.

Producing more end products
we rely on.

From gasoline, diesel,
jet fuel and propane

to medicines, plastics, paints,
textiles and cosmetics.

Making more of the essential
materials that a clean,

modern society depends on.

Abort. Abort.

Whitey, do you copy...

We cannot judge a biography
by its length,

nor by the number
of pages in it.

We must judge it by the richness
of its contents.

Sometimes those unfinished
are the most poignant.

We cannot judge a song
by its duration,

or by the number of its notes.

We must judge it

by how it touches
and lifts our souls.

Sometimes those unfinished

are the most beautiful.

And when something has
enriched our lives,

and its melody lingers
in our hearts,

is it unfinished?

Or is it endless?

Seems so quiet all of a sudden.

Fucking toys everywhere.

What?

His toys everywhere.

Don't you dare tidy up.

I wasn't gonna.

Nobody's going to tidy
our little boy away.

If you want to tidy up,

go inside and get rid
of some of those flowers.

I can't breathe in there
for the stink of the lilies.

Fucking ducked.

You know?

What?

I ducked.

Didn't mean to. I was...
Fucking just...

I saw the gunman, and I just...

I ducked.

Of course you ducked.

It's only natural.
Everyone would've ducked.

I got out of the car.

I was the one to make us stay

so that he could have
a fecking piss.

Don't you dare give out
to yourself for that.

Come here to me.

Come here.

Maybe I should tell Mum
about getting pissed.

Why?

So you don't
have to lie about it.

I'm not lying, Dad.
I'm just not saying anything.

Same thing, innit?

It's not a big deal.

As long as
it doesn't happen again.

Mm-hmm.

It's okay.

All right?

Hmm.

I'll be all right.

What the fuck is that?

It's North Stream.

- Bin it.
- Yeah.

He's got the feds here
keeping an eye on him.

What are we sticking around for?

We're gonna stay here
until the Chief say

it's okay for us to go.

Mm.

His family know yet?

Know what?

Well, you know...

Wasted Police Chief fucks
First Nations crack whore.

Only a matter of time
before they find out.

Would you shut up already?

She's not a crack whore.

Okay?

And they're not gonna find out

because no one is a big
enough asshole to tell them.

I'm not leaving, Anna.

We have to.

It's not safe, Mum.

Is it, Dad?

Petey's buried here.

Well, I'm going.

Well, maybe she's right.

Maybe we should leave.
We should go home.

This is our home.

We said goodbye to London.

Yeah, but we thought
it was safe here, didn't we?

You're a fucking coward, Jim.

Protect us.

The man I married
wasn't afraid of anything.

Well, the man you married
was a pisshead.

You don't need booze.

Find them.

Find them and kill them.

You mean that?

Yes.

No.

I don't know.

Come in, Chief.

Go ahead, Denise.

We've got a witness.

But why do we have to meet
on the reserve?

It's the only place
she feels safe.

She?

- Oh, fuck that.
- Okay, wait.

No. Why didn't you
tell me it was her?

'Cause you wouldn't have come.

You're fucking right
I wouldn't have come.

She said she was there the night
Suzy was murdered.

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- No.

- She said "murdered"?
- Yes.

- And you believe her?
- Yeah.

Nobody knows it was a homicide.
You need to speak to her.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

What, you finally remembered
my name?

You know, I asked you for help?

That night in the bar,
do you remember that?

I told you we both knew Suzy.

That she was my sponsor.
That's, that's...

That's how I got into
the house that night.

Tell him what night.

The night I stole the Oxycon...

I was there that night that guy
came from North Stream.

What guy?

What guy from North Stream?

What guy?

The Quebecois.

What happened?

If I tell you, then...

I'm gonna end up just like Suzy.

No, we won't let that
happen to you.

I don't believe you.

I don't even trust you.
Why should I trust you, huh?

You're afraid.

We're gonna need
a sworn statement from you.

Oh, fuck this shit.

I'll die in my own time. Thanks.

- Mum?
- Anna.

I'm coming.
Coming, coming, coming.

You okay?

Yeah, I just got dizzy.

All right.

Shit.

You all right? Come here.

Yeah, thanks.

Sit here.

- Sure you're all right? Yeah?
- Yeah. Shit.

Stay there
I'll get you some water.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, I know
you don't want to be here.

Doesn't matter what I want.

Tsk. Anna.

Why are we staying?

Because your dad
and I don't run.

Not from this,
or from each other.

He won't let anything
happen to us.

Yeah.

Hello?

It's me.

All right?

Yeah, we're staying.

That's nice.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

You?

Yeah.
You already asked me that.

I didn't believe you
the first time.

I don't want to be here.

I don't blame you.

Your mum and dad
holding up okay?

Yeah, Dad's put
cameras everywhere.

That's very sensible.

Can I see you again?

Yeah, I'll see
if I can get some time off.

I better go.

All right.

They've opened up the road.

We get on with it,
then we clear out.

We can't.

There's police everywhere,

and he's got cameras
all over his house.

I'm running
out of money, Whitey.

I can't bankroll this forever.

Is that all you care about?

No, it's not just the money.

It's Johnny.

- What about him?
- He's scarpered.

- Has he now?
- Gone for days.

Well,
I told you he was unreliable.

What if he talks?

He won't talk.

What have you done?

Let's just say...

we didn't see eye to eye.

Christ!

The girl could identify him,
Frank.

It was either him or her,
and I chose him.

And if you got a problem
with that,

you can take it up
with my associate.

From here on in, I'm in charge.

Ahh.

Hi.

Dermot.

Elizabeth.

You miss the circus?

Journalists are scum.

Well, PR girls are
gold-digging home wreckers.

- "PR girl"?
- Oh, I'm sorry, what was it...

Vice President of...
What was it?

Stakeholder Relations.

Stakeholder Relations.
What is that?

You get people to sign over
their land access.

Is that really you? Mm-mm-mm.

The only way to change
the oil industry

is from the inside out.

How much are they paying you?

Don't worry, lunch is on me.

So what's your angle
on the Worth case?

Are you pumping me?

CTNN sets the tone.

Sleep with me.

No.

Pity.

You think I whored myself out?

Oh, you tell me.

You were a top reporter,

well-respected critic
of the energy sector,

and now you're working
for a fucking oil company?

I'm making a difference

by getting my hands dirty
on the front line.

Oh, my God, how much
are they paying you?

And protecting
an entire community.

And helping this country
reach its emissions targets.

Unlike you, who's sitting
in the bleachers,

sniping pointlessly

at an industry
that is just ignoring you.

You were always a self-righteous
do-gooder, Dermot.

Except when it came
to doing right by us.

Be careful.

You bugged
the fucking hotel now?

I don't like his politics.

Why? He's a little too left
of Pinochet for you?

I know for a fact
what his angle will be.

"Oil boom brings organized crime
to small town."

Oh, great. You're hacking
his editor's phone too?

You think they don't hack ours?

Negative publicity is bad
for share prices.

Maybe you should find
someone else

to pump.

Unless you think a good pumping
will change his mind.

What?

Stop the car.

- Keep driving.
- Stop the car.

Get in.

Fuck off.

You want me to apologize?

Sexist comments are one thing,

hacking journalists' phones
is quite another.

It is unethical, I don't want
anything to do with it.

What's unethical is a cop
who takes drugs

and sleeps with hookers.

What?

New Police Chief
is a walking scandal.

Why are you telling me this?

So you can pass it on
to your journalist friends.

In the good old days,
it was easy.

You see a guy wearing colors,
you kick the crap out of him.

Simple.

Cops versus bikers.

You know we're not allowed
to be tough cops anymore.

Meanwhile, these animals
have evolved into

a nationwide network
of organized criminals.

What's this got to do
with our son?

Danny Lyle.

Do me a favor.

He's a drug addict

with a history of mental illness
and violent crime.

He's a fucking mess.

He's Fallen, a hangaround.

Punks like Danny spend years
trying to earn their patch.

And then you come along.

You cost the Lyles $25,000
in an oil company negotiation,

and you humiliate him in public.

He's never even going to
make half-patch

unless he makes you pay.

Danny Lyle is fucking harmless.

How do you know?

Seven dead cops in the last four
years in this province alone.

Every one of them
a biker-cop slaying.

One of them was my mentor.

You might want to avert
your eyes, Mrs. Worth.

You didn't tell me that you cost
the Lyles 20 grand.

It was 25 actually.

And I was doing them a favor.

You seriously think
an oil company killed Petey?

Yeah.

- A Canadian oil company?
- Yeah, I do.

Yeah. Killed Suzy too.

How do you know?

Are you drinking?

No.

If you drink again,
you're on your own.

Now the Cheyenne,

he's the Indian's Indian.

They were played by
Navajo extras in the movie.

They weren't even Cheyenne.

Huh.

This whole noble savage fantasy
is such patronizing bullshit.

Are you okay?

I mean, ancestry aside.

Yeah, if you ever suggest...

a Pocahontas role-play
during sex,

I'm gonna cut
your fucking balls off.

Copy that.

Feet.

Who's up at the house?

Federal squad car, Chief.

I need to talk to you.

Right, my office.

You leave your post
for one fucking second,

Denise will hunt you down
and kill you.

Won't you, Denise?

Yes, sir.

You shit in a bag
if you need to.

Copy that, Chief. Shit in a bag.

Shut the door.

Son of a bitch.

So...

In Canada, right?

Can you compel
a witness to testify?

We can't find her.

Eh?

She's gone missing.

Oh, fuck.

Well, since the last time we saw
her at the casino. I mean,

should I put together
a missing persons report?

No.

You just... You keep looking
for her, all right?

But quietly.

Okay.

Sitting on a gold mine here.

Got big plans for this place
have you?

Guess if I didn't like
your accent so much,

I might tell you to mind
your own fucking business.

Cheers.

Seems like everyone around here
is making money

except for us, bud.

The feds have eyes on Danny.

If we make a move
on a North Stream truck,

then we're looking at four years
to life for armed robbery.

You're gonna let
a 100 grand's worth of laptop

slip through your fingers?

Heat's on Danny.
That means the heat's on us too.

We call off the robbery.

Looks like the feds
are fingering those bikers

for the dead kid.

That's good, isn't it?

If the heat's on those lot,

that explains why they're
calling off the robbery.

What robbery?

Oh, shut up, Frank!

I got a plan.

It's fucking horrible
here, innit?

If I asked you to tell me
the truth, would you?

Yeah.

That night you drank,
what happened?

Got pissed.

What else?

The rest is a bit
of a blur, really.

You know?

You must remember something.

Not much.

Dad.

What?

The truth.

Woke up on the reserve.

Who with?

No one.

You wouldn't lie to me,
would you?

No.

What?

Get out, get out, get out.
No. No, no, no.

Jim.

No!

Four of the country's
top-selling papers

as well as CBC, CTV and TVA,

are taking O'Hanrahan's

"Oil refinery brings organized
crime to small town" lead.

Not if you leak
the Police Chief's

"drug-fueled sex
with hooker" story.

Details are in there.
Plus a list of witnesses.

A Tribal Elder,

a couple of constables,

though they are strictly
off the record.

You're asking me to destroy
this man's family.

We go online

in 16 hours with an 8.5 billion
dollar refinery that is

specifically designed
to clean up dirty oil

and you're going to let
the press shit all over it?

This is your moment.

This is what we hired you to do,

to win

by any means necessary.

Take it.

Tire tread forensics
put Danny Lyle's pickup

at the gas station.

So he stopped for gas.

Black poncho in the back
of the cab

matches Anna's description
of the gunman,

so do Danny's height and build.

Doesn't prove he killed our boy.

No, but it makes him
our most probable suspect.

Or it would, if Wallace Lyle
hadn't come forward as an alibi

after having said
in his deposition that he was

flat-out drunk at the time.

So he's lying?

If you made a public appeal
for help,

it might make Wallace
change his mind.

- Fuck off.
- It's not your decision.

Can we have
a moment alone, please?

Of course.

Jim, this man is
an experienced police...

With an ancient fucking grudge

against a bunch of
bullshit bikers.

Danny's not
a hangaround, anyway.

He's a full patch.

Okay.

But I don't understand.
I mean, why not do it?

What have we got to lose?

'Cause he's talking out
of his fucking ass!

How do you know?

No, what? Is there
something you're not telling me?

Well, what?

Like what?

Like why you're being
such an arsehole.

Stop it.

Stop what?
I'm not doing anything.

No, you never
do anything, do you?

Jesus, it's never your fault.

I'll do it. I'll talk.

What?

Maybe I should tell the police

you and Mum are planning
to murder whoever did it.

This was a savage,
premeditated attack

that resulted in the tragic
death of a 5-year-old child.

We're appealing to
anyone with information

to come forward
and assist us in our inquiries.

Mrs. Worth.

You, uh...

look for somewhere safe

to bring up your children.

That's one of the reasons
why we came here.

And Petey...

Petey loved it here.

He loved...

the river, and

the woods, and

the mountains.

And now he's...

He's buried

in the graveyard,

and I just want to know why.

Oil.

You are a PR girl

sitting in the eye
of a PR shitstorm.

And downtown,
they won't just fire you,

they will put an asterisk
by your name.

North Stream's
share price took a tumble today

amidst further delays
and increasing controversy

for their flagship
tar sands refinery.

Dermot O'Hanrahan reports
from Little Big Bear.

Well, local police services
in Canada

carry a huge amount
of public popularity.

And support for this
ex-British policeman

who moved here with his family
looking for a better life...

but instead met
with tragedy, is growing.

How serious
are the Police Chief's

allegations being taken?

Yeah, yeah.

Ah!

You're having a heart attack.

Help?

All you gotta do...

is sign.

Elizabeth.

Dermot.

I have some information for you
regarding the Police Chief.

It has to be his disease.

'Cause if it's not,
he's just an...

arrogant, deluded arsehole,
and he's not.

He's a good man.

He just can't help himself.

You know I love him, right?

God knows I love him.

It's taken me 20 years
to realize that he just...

might never change.

Is he drinking?

Anna.

Is he? Drinking?

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Stay here.

ANGELA Shit.

- Hello.
- Mrs. Worth?

Who are you?

What do you say
to the allegations

that your husband is using drugs
and sleeping with prostitutes?

Why don't you fuck off?

I don't know...
I don't know what shape God is.

Whether He's power
or energy or whatever.

Uh...

But...

He's the only one
on a dark night

who can see a black insect
inside a black dog.

'Cause He sees everything.

And He knows.

He knows I'd never hurt a kid.

Stay calm, please.

Hold him.

Stay still!

What you do to him?

Depends. To whom?

Danny's brother.

How'd you get him to withdraw
his alibi?

What are you saying, Chief?

Oh, don't fuck about.

Was it like
the good old days, was it?

Cops versus bikers.

Only this time,
you had to beat up an old man.

Are you accusing me
of assaulting a witness?

Get the fuck out of my office.

Get the fuck out of my town.

- What's going on?
- Get out.

- What?
- Get the fuck out.

Anna?

Don't you dare
bring her into this.

It's armored glass, asshole.

Better get out of the way!

Don't say I didn't warn you.

What the f...

Whiskey.

North Stream's reporting
a distress signal.

Fuck 'em.

Possible robbery in progress.

Chief.

Calling all units.

What am I supposed to do?

Have a drink?

Am I on my own here?

Distress signal from
North Stream supply vehicle.

Location, 12 clicks east
of Maple on Highway 40.

I'm on my way.

Same again.