All language subtitles for The Collector - S02E09 - The Tour Guide

I want the power to help
them. To save their souls.

Don't tell me. Let me guess. Is
this Morgan Pym, my favorite employee?

If you were really on this
shit, you'd know you're not funny.

Want to go grab some brewskis?

Condemn a few souls to the pit?

I want to talk about that
name you gave me. Julia Mars?

All right.

Is there a problem?

Just one.

She's dead.

Really?

Your client is dead?

You sure she isn't just faking
it? When you gave me the name,

I figured there must have
been another Julia Mars.

But there's only one in Vancouver. The
one who got her head cut off ten years ago?

Not quite ten years ago.

She's still dead and buried.

Oh, then I guess you'll
have to dig a little deeper.

After all, you can't believe
everything you read in the papers.

Look, I'll be honest.

I don't think this works.

I've been coming here for three
months now. I still want to shoot up.

I mean, I am dying to stick a
needle in my arm right now,

and what's supposed to stop me? The 12
steps? I mean, what's that all about?

I mean, who decided that
12 was the right number?

I could boil them down to 10.

But, okay, the number isn't my problem.

My problem is God. And
I know it says God as

I understand God, but the thing is, God...

As I understand God is some
sadistic thing up there in the sky

that's been looking down on me
my whole life and letting sick,

I mean really sick things
Happen to me and not even care.

And why would I want to
hand my life over to that?

I...

I don't think I have
anything more I want to say.

Oh, I guess I'm
supposed to have a sponsor.

So if anybody out there, you know,
whatever. Anyways, thanks for letting me share.

So, you knew Julia?

No.

And what's your interest in her?

I'm interested in justice.

Her killer was never caught.

And you think you can find him?

You're some kind of
amateur detective, Biden.

Look, Mr. Myers, I've been talking to
people on the street about Julia's murder.

Nobody knows anything
that wasn't in the papers.

Who are the suspects?

Jesus Christ, there weren't any. I mean,

the cops dragged in a
couple of poor buggers,

but they didn't have a
clue who killed my sister.

And then when it turned
into a bloody media circus,

they put a blackout on the
investigation. The truth is, they gave up.

Then I guess you're the only one
that can answer my question. Which is?

Are you absolutely sure it
was Julia who was murdered?

Listen, Mr. Pym, whoever the hell you are,

I was the one who went down to the morgue.

I can assure you, the head and the
body, they both belong to my sister. Now,

does that satisfy your morbid curiosity?

Okay, Gabe, enough of this
sitting around the room already.

Let's go get some exercise
or some pizza or something.

We could go to a movie.

Got any money?

Hey, come on. I'm just
kidding about the movie.

You only have to pay your half.

Kidding.

Let's go.

Come on, Gabe, you can bring the freaking
box, but let's just get out of this house.

Okay, is it a game?

Guess what's in the box?

You know, it'd be a lot
easier to get me to play

if you'd just say
something once in a while.

All right.

I'll guess, is it, um, Elvis?

No?

Polarized cap?

Lunar landing module?

Come on, let me see. Okay.

You changed my mind.

You're not bringing the box.

So when I heard you're asking
around about the Julia Mars thing,

I thought to myself, I'm the
guy he should be talking to.

People didn't bring up my name, Pinky? No.

Well, if you ever want to know anything
about anything, you just ask for Pinky.

What I want to know about is Julia
Mars. You've been talking for ten minutes,

and so far you haven't told me anything.

It's not so much what I can tell
you as what I can show you. Show me.

What, a street?

Not just any street. This is the
street where Julia Mars bought the farm.

In fact, it was right on this very spot.

And why would I care about that?

Hey, he asked for
information. This is information.

What I want to know about is her murder.

What kind of clues am I
supposed to get from a

crime scene ten years
later? They do it on TV.

I'll give you my 50 bucks.

Buzz off.

Buzz off? Nobody talks to me like that!

You'll be sorry, pal.

Nobody stiffs a pink man.

You better watch your ass!

Ladies and gentlemen, this is
the final stop on our tour.

It is the site of one of
Vancouver's most infamous murders.

Although, unlike the Picton farm and
the Green River killer cases, this case,

the case of Julia Morris, has
never been solved. Come on around.

Up here, please.

Okay, Julia Mars is a native Australian.

She was walking with a
friend to her car when

an assailant stepped out of the shadows,

knocked her friend unconscious, And with
one stroke, severed Julia's head. Now,

Julia Mars was 22 years old when she died.

She had no enemies.

She never committed any crimes.

She never hurt anyone.

Ladies and gentlemen, I know that
many of you are here from out of town,

but I hope that when you go
home, you will remember this spot.

Because a brutal killer
is out there somewhere,

and maybe they live
next door to you, or you.

Or maybe you could be
the one who uncovers his

identity and brings
this killer to justice.

And so on behalf of Julia Mars, I
hope that you'll try to help. Thank you.

Tragic, huh?

Yup, I've heard one thing
here about all these stiffs.

Get them before they get you.

I spent all day chasing dead ends.

Why didn't you just tell me
to sign up for your tour?

We were overbooked.

Yo, it's so ironic how people are so
afraid of dying. Oh, please don't take me.

I don't want to die. But they're so
fascinated when it happens to other people.

Time to show off.

This is pointless. Julia's dead. There's
no soul for us to fight over. Isn't there?

Aye, aye, Captain.

Check your phone.

Hey, did you find a sweater here earlier?

Oh, great. Thanks.

Maya, right?

Yeah.

You go to the 10.30 meeting?

I go to two meetings a day.

Some people are a little
thicker than others, you know?

Have you ever experienced a miracle?

But has anything ever happened to you,
you know, that you'd call a miracle?

Why?

Well, you practically dared
somebody to be your sponsor this morning.

I figure before I take the job,
I've got to decide if you're worth it.

So you only sponsor people
who've experienced miracles?

Nah.

Mostly I sponsor idiots. I mean,

smart people don't usually get
hooked on smack or crack or whatever.

But you're smart.

Might not work out.

Good night.

What are you doing here?

Nobody ever comes in here.

I'm looking for Julia Mars. I have
a feeling you can help me find her.

Your tour bus just disappeared.
You didn't find that unusual?

You saw that?

Nobody ever sees that.

Oh, God.

It's time.

You work for the devil.

How could you know that?

Because the devil gave me this body.

I am Julia Mars.

Miss Mars, I'm here to help.

But I don't understand. The devil
doesn't make deals with the dead.

Well, I wasn't quite dead.

So he tells me he's going to give me
a breathalyzer, and I say, not even,

I don't even have any blood in my alcohol.

And I was totally off my face.

So he tells me to get out of
the car, and... What was that?

And that's the last thing I remember.

Till I was...

I don't know. Just nowhere.

And then he came to me.

What'd he say?

He said I was about to die. And
did I want anything before I went?

I said, yeah, I want a chance to find out
who the bloody bastard was that killed me.

And when I woke up, I look like this.

He said I was going to be a tour
guide again, just like I was before.

Son of a bitch. You know, I
think that he knows who did this,

and he set the whole thing up.
He created the tour and the bus,

and he made that idiotic bus
driver out of that cardboard cutout.

Aye, aye, Captain.

And you know, two times a day,
and three times on the weekend,

I gotta drive around
in the same damn circle

and tell people about disgusting murders.

And I don't even get
to be the only victim.

And sure, at the end, I get to say, hey,

go out there and be Nancy
Drew and find my killer,

and I can't tell them anything else,

or the whole freaking bunch
of us goes straight to hell!

It's a weird body, huh?

I don't need to sleep or eat. I could cry.

Ten years.

Ten years I've been doing this. I
mean, I've only got two days left.

When is he going to deliver?

Miss Mars, if you didn't like the
way the Devil granted your wish,

why didn't you just leave here?

Try to find your killer someplace else.

Damn it, that hurts like hell.

That hurts a lot.

You're trapped here? Yeah.

Except for when I'm on
the tour, and even then,

the only place I can get off the
bus is the place where I died.

That's gonna make this difficult.

Quite difficult.

Trying to save your soul, which I'm
guessing is inside that body the devil gave you.

You mean like I can come back to life?

Your real body's dead.

There's nothing for you to go
back to. But if we succeed,

your soul won't go to hell.

What about finding my
killer? When does that happen?

I don't think it's going to.

Why?

You asked for the chance to try to
find your killer. He's given you that.

So you mean to tell me
that I can do all of this

and go to hell and
still not find this guy?

The person we need to find is the one
who suffered as a result of your deal.

I've already talked to your brother.

What? Brian?

Can I see him? Can you bring him here?

It's too dangerous. I mean, if
he found out who you really are,

you'd both end up going to hell.

And I don't think he's the
one you need to make amends to.

Why not?

Brian was hurt by your death.

But you would have died
with or without the deal.

We need to find someone
who was hurt by your deal.

Was there anyone else close to
you who could have been affected?

Yeah. Yeah, there's somebody. And
the person that was there that night.

And I was totally off my face.

So he tells me to get
out of the car, and...

What was that?

My best friend.

Angie Shelton.

I'll do what I can.

I understand that, but Mrs. Shelton,

if you could just explain to
Angie that it's urgent I talk to her.

I tried calling her
directly. She wouldn't talk to me.

I just, I thought maybe you
could help me with something.

If I can?

Somebody today asked me if
I'd ever experienced a miracle,

and it got me to thinking about the
week we met when I was in the hospital.

Your remission.

Right. Spontaneous remission.

Remember the doctor said
that she'd never heard

of another adult just
getting well from AIDS?

I mean, I didn't think
about it a lot at the time.

I was still high most of the time.

You were there the night
it happened, weren't you?

I mean, how could it happen?

One minute I'm dying, and then the
next I'm just better? I feel much better.

Is it a miracle?

What else could it be?

There's nothing I can tell you.

Sorry.

Oh, sir, I get blamed
for everything. But then

when I do something
nice, do I get any credit?

You gave her AIDS to my
client and took him to hell.

It wasn't exactly an
act of humanitarianism.

I have to maintain a balance in the
universe? Yin and yang, life and death,

chocolate and peanut butter?

How about putting some balance
in your deal with Julia Mars?

You made her go through your
ridiculous little charade for ten years,

and you're not even going to
tell her who her killer was.

It's a good thing she doesn't know I have
her driver. She'd probably kick my ass.

Go away.

You could find out for her.

What?

You could find her killer.
You could thwart my evil plan.

Think how satisfying that would
be? I'll settle for saving her soul.

Then you should probably get that.

Hello. Hey, Mr. Pym. Brian Mars.

Look, I felt I should call and
apologize for the way I acted.

You're obviously trying to help,
but I didn't give you a fair go.

It's all right.

It's just, look, why I'm calling is...

If you want to look for
Julia's killer, I mean,

it's not like the police
are interested anymore.

You think you could get
Angie Shelton to talk to me?

How'd you know about Angie?

They kept her name out of the papers.

The truth is I have a
client who knew Julia

and is interested in
helping solve the case.

A client?

Who? I'm sorry, I have to keep that
confidential, but I could use your help.

I haven't talked to Angie
in years, but I'll try.

I'll call you back.

Julie and I actually met
before we got the job. We

were both new in town,
hooked up as roommates.

Then that tour bus place was
looking for people, and we both got in.

It was a crap job, but,
you know, we were desperate.

Julie made me laugh about it.

She was funny.

And what about that night?

Listen, Bryce, is this
going somewhere? I mean,

the police did their
job. You know, they tried.

Did Julie ever tell you that I
came here first to Vancouver?

I knocked her round for a
while after I left Melbourne.

Worked my way across the Pacific and
ended up working the chairlifts in Whistler.

I kept telling her how great it was here.

She only came here because of me.

If there's a chance to find out
who did this, I've got to take it.

We went out after work, had a few drinks.

Joy was telling me a story about
how she talked her way out of a DUI.

She could talk her way out of anything.

And I was totally off my face.

So he tells me to get out of
the car, and... What was that?

Boo!

It was the screams that woke me up, I
think. This lady found Julia's head.

A little way down the street.

Have the police contacted
you in the last few years?

Told you anything new that might help us?

You know, for years, 50 times a day,
I kept thinking, Why her and not me?

Why her and not me?

If you find the guy that did that to
Julia, don't turn him into the cops.

You just kill him.

Sir, what now?

Where have you been?
Did you talk to Angie?

So does she remember
anything about my killer?

Julie, you've got to forget about trying
to find your killer. What's done is done.

You have no right to say that.

You didn't spend the last ten years trying

to find the person that cut off your head.

Your anger's exactly what
the devil's counting on.

He wants you to spend every
last second you have worrying

about the past so you
never think about the future.

So you never think about saving your soul.

There's nothing that I can do about saving

my soul. Don't you get it? I'm stuck here.

Look, I know. That's why I'm
trying to bring redemption to you.

Tomorrow's I'd like to
meet Mary Barkley, my client.

Hi, Brian.

I, uh... This place.

My sister used to work here.

Ms. Barkley's employer took
it over several years ago.

Is that how you met my sister?

Yes. We worked together.

I apologize. I know I'm
acting a little weird.

It's...

Just the thought I knew
all of Julia's friends,

and now I find out there's
somebody I don't even know who's

willing to pay a
detective to help find a killer.

Well, I've been trying to
solve her case for a long

time, and I was hoping
that Mr. Pym could help me.

I don't know what to say.

I'd pay you back, but I work
construction. I don't make a lot of money.

Brian, I just want you to know that
Julie was thinking about you all the time.

I mean, she talked about you all the time.

I mean, you were all
that she had in the world,

you know, and she just,
she loved you so much.

You were her best friend.

You weren't just her brother, you were
her best friend. She always brought that.

God, I miss her. It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm sorry, I gotta get
ready for my next tour.

Sure, of course.

Yeah, I gotta go too.

I wanted to tell him. I
wanted to tell him so bad.

I know, I know.

I'm still here, so I
guess that didn't work.

Did Brian tell you that
he's been all over the world?

He told me he traveled.

He didn't tell you why?

No.

Our parents, they trucked
wildlife for the government,

and they were going
into the outback and...

I don't know, something went wrong
with their Jeep, and they were killed.

When I was 12 years old, and he was dead.

I mean, we both took it
hard, but he just was broken.

And as soon as he
turned 18, he just took off.

I used to get these postcards.

But then I'd never know if he was
still alive until I get another one.

It just made me so
happy when he called me and

asked me to come here and join him and...

And then this happened, and I
just... I've just been so angry,

I never thought about
what it was like for him.

Julie, I think I was
wrong about your amends.

I've been fighting the idea
of looking for your killer,

but I wonder if the amends
weren't contained in your deal somehow.

You know, finding out who
killed you won't bring you back,

but it might help the people
who love you let go of you.

I don't want them to let go of me. I know.

I'll be back tonight, okay?

I went to the hospital today,
and I got a copy of my file.

There's a lot of things in
here I don't understand,

and I know you have some medical books,

and I thought maybe you
could give me a hand.

It's a bad time.

Oh.

So, basically, you'll help
strangers on the street,

but once you get to know
them, they're on their own?

Maya.

It's not easy for me to ask for help, you
know, especially from you, but it's late,

and I don't know why I'm still
alive when I should be dead,

and I really need a friend right now, and
it's a bad time for me, too, all right?

That's why I'm here.

Hey, I thought you wanted to go to the
museum. Hey, it's the other way. What,

you smell ice cream or something?

Gabe, come on.

Boo!

Probably some wanker with a wine
bottle. Give us a sip then! Gabe.

Officers have reported a 10-59, repeat
10-59, and have requested a coroner.

Gabe, come on.

Oh, my God.

Where did she get this?

It's evidence from a murder investigation.

It's a cold case. I'm trying to solve it.

You're trying to solve a murder?

And this fits into your job at
an export company exactly how?

It doesn't.

I knew the woman who was murdered.

You all right?

When I was on the street,
women disappeared all the time.

Friends of mine.

We all felt like we could be
next, and nobody would care.

Nobody would ever try to solve our murder.

Just when I think I know you, I
realize I don't know anything.

Yeah. It's Brian. He was in
my house. I saw your client.

I went out. I got a
piece. I came home. God.

Here's the key to my apartment.

I'll give you the address.

Christ, how did he know?

Is he all right?

Just a little shaken up.

This is a break for us.

A break? Someone almost killed my brother.

Whoever tried to kill you
knew what he was doing.

This is a warning. If he wanted to
kill your brother, Brian would be dead.

I...

I started all of this. This is
all happening because of me.

No, enough to yourself. You
couldn't have affected anything.

This is happening because of me.

You?

The devil knew I would try to help you.

He knew I wouldn't be able to resist
trying to find your killer just to spite him.

When I started to ask questions, the
news got back to the killer, and frankly,

it's not Brian I'm
worried about, it's Angie.

Angie didn't see the killer's face that
night, but the killer can't be sure of that.

If he starts to think that we're
getting too close, then he'll go after her,

and we can't waste any time.

Then what, what can I do?

What is this?

Human hair.

It was in the police files on your case.

According to the report,
it was found on your body.

They assumed it was the killer's,

but the DNA didn't match any
of the suspects they pulled in,

so they dropped it as a lead.

I don't remember.

Julia, the devil must have frozen you
in time just before you were killed.

He had to make a deal with
you when you were alive.

You mean that he could have stopped it?

I think that could give us an advantage.

In that frozen moment,
you would have been able to

get a clear look at
everything in front of you,

much more than you would have
been able to see in other ways.

I told you, I just, I don't
remember anything like that.

That's because of the trauma.

Being lucid for a moment
just before your death

was so terrifying that
you blocked it all out.

Now you've got to push past that.

I need you to bring it back.

I need you to tell me what you saw.

Give us a sip, Ben!

I remembered the noise.

I think it must have been when he
hit Angie, and I... I turned...

It's just black. It's black.

She's never going to remember.

Do you really think...

That I would let her tell Taurus
about her murder for ten years?

If I thought that she
would remember anything

that would actually help solve
her case? Hi, Captain. It's me!

You son of a bitch!

You have been mocking me for ten
years, and you could have saved me!

Oh, no, no, because I can't
interfere with free will and all that.

It's very complicated,
tons of scheduling problems.

But you could have told her who it was.

I could have, but it
wouldn't save her soul.

The only thing that could do
that is making up for what you did.

So it's true.

Bad luck from her deal
was my investigation.

It's made her killer very, very
nervous. Could cause an ulcer.

Are you telling me that to
get out of going to hell,

I have to make amends for my own killer?

Yeah.

You know what, though? We both know
that you can't forgive your killer.

So why don't you just relax?

Enjoy your last 19 hours here on Earth.

Maybe you could even get laid.

After 10 years of sleepless
nights in this warehouse,

I'm sure you thought about it, girlfriend.

What's holding you back?

The fact that she's sort of
dead? Is that kind of a turnoff?

Oh, come on. I made her a really
nice body. Be a sin to waste it.

I'm sorry. You're still being
faithful to Katrina, is that it?

He already has a dead
girlfriend back in Nuremberg.

Oh, I imagine her body's
getting quite moldy by now.

I'm just trying to tell you it's too late.

It doesn't matter what you do now.

Good evening, I'm Darren Maharaj
with the City Pulse Newsbreak.

Horror tonight in the downtown streets.

A woman identified by police as
Angela Shelton has been found murdered.

Shelton's body was found just over an
hour ago, and in a gruesome turn of events,

eyewitnesses report that Shelton's head
was completely severed from her body.

that Shelton's body was
apparently moved after

the murder for reasons
that are still unclear.

Brian, you've got to stay calm. Stay
calm? This is your fault. You started this.

Now everyone's going to die. No,
I'm going to put an end to this.

Just stay where you are.
Don't leave my apartment.

Why did I have to try
to save myself? Julia.

You just find him! You find that
bastard before he finds my brother!

You know what?

I'm... What the hell's wrong with you?

Tell me who he is. I don't
know what you're talking about.

You told Julian Mars'
killer I was looking for him.

No! No, no, no!

Oh, wow.

Bravo, bravo. The healing power of
love always makes me teary-eyed.

You just couldn't resist helping
the damsel in distress, could you?

If you'd just let well enough alone,

I wouldn't have been
able to balance your deal,

and then she might have gone to heaven.

If there is a heaven.

110, watch your hands!

I do, but I don't want to pull my
skirt down, so he'll be looking for me.

Please, I need a phone. Somebody?

Yeah.

I saw it. I saw the moment.

Did you see the killer's face?

No, no, but I saw the hair, the
hair in the evidence bag. It's not,

it wasn't from the
killer. It's from the knife.

It's sticking out of the knife handle.

Wait for me at the warehouse. Okay.

Horse black hair.

You think you figured out
something the cops missed?

I think so.

What is it?

It's called a Mondau.

A Malaysian knife. A sword, actually.

Headhunters decorate the handle with
shanks of hair from their victims.

Headhunters.

It's a vicious weapon by any
standard, but in the hands of an expert,

it can decapitate a person in one stroke.

You mean like this?

I'm sorry, but I have to follow the rules.

Get them before they get you.

He said there's just one more to
go, and this will all be over.

Get them before they get you.

No thanks to you. What?

Julia was dead.

It was over.

Why couldn't you leave it alone? I
already had to live with it. It was bad enough.

Why couldn't you just leave it alone?

No.

No, it wasn't you.

I have to do what he tells me.

I have to follow the rules.

Get them before they get you?

There's a voice inside your
head, isn't there, Brian?

You're dead!

It tells you to kill people.

How could you know that?

Because I'm the one that's
been talking to you, Brian.

I'm the voice inside your head.

Why?

Why did I have to?

Why, Angie?

Why, Julia?

Why did I have to do that
to the jeep, to mom and dad?

You did what you had to do.

Now I'm telling you it's time to stop.

You're safe now.

You're gonna hand the knife
to me, Brian. It's over now.

There's so much that I don't understand.

Someone gave me a kind of
assignment, I guess, and I failed.

I actually ended up knowing less than
I thought I did when I started out.

Maybe that's the point. Maybe
there are things that I can't know.

Maybe there are some things I
just need to take on faith.

And it really sucks.

Taking credit for my work, huh?

I am the voices in your head, Brian.

Makes you gonna want my job.

Good thing I could fall
back on driving the bus.

Huh?

I guess it's time to shove off.

Bye-bye, Captain!