Tin Star (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Kid - full transcript

Wracked with guilt, Jim attempts to bury his grief by continuing with the murder investigation of Dr Susan Bouchard. Instinctively believing it's connected to his own tragic loss.

Mrs Worth has sustained
a neurological injury

to the temporal lobe caused by the entry
of a foreign object into the brain.

How about in English, please.

A fragment of her skull came loose
when your son was shot.

His head, or a portion of it
may have collided with his mother's.

Is she gonna be OK?

Don't leave me, love.

I don't know what'II happen to us
if you leave me.

What the fuck do we do now?

Stop panicking.

- You said he never missed.
- He doesn't.



'The kid who never misses.'
- He never does.

- That's what you said.
- He never misses.

You said 'Whitey Brown. Sure shot.
Steady as steel.

Heat seeking dispenser of destiny.
The reaper!

Remember that? 'The killer. The kid.'

I did. And he doesn't. Miss.

- What, ever? Ever, Frank?
- Never.

He just did.

The fucker ducked. I warned you.
He's a slippery bastard.

Oh, right, well,
if the target won't stand still...

- He's a coward.
- Right, that explains it, then.

He's the one to blame.

And he is the one who killed
the fucking child.

Hey, we need to clear
out of Canada.



- We can“t.
- Well, we've got to.

- No, we gotta job to do.
- Listen, fuck the job.

- Fuck the job?
- Yeah.

Fuck you.

Now, we came here to kill him
and we're gonna bloody well do it

and if you don“t like it, tough tits.
I don't pay you to like it.

You don't pay me at all.

Yeah, well, cos you owe me, Johnny.

Frank is right.

We stay here and finish what we started.

Well, fuck me, it does talk.

Talks in clichés. But it does talk.

- We wait for another chance, innit.
- Innit. Innit. Innit.

Hey, no one's asking you.

Well, no one asked you, neither.

Hey, and he's the one
who fucked up the job!

I ain't fucked up nothing.

This is just the start.

Start of what, Whitey?

I need a shower.

- The guy's cracked.
- Shut up, will you, Johnny.

So what do we do now, hey?
What do we do?

We go back to Little Big Bear,
we lie low till we get... What?

Till we get another shot.

JOHNNY LAUGHS Us lot?

- Yeah.
- In that place?

Look at us, Frank.
How are we gonna blend in here, hmm?

We're gonna stick out
like cocks at a cunt-fest.

We go to work.

I love this country.
Lived here a!! my life.

It's my home.
And I'm proud to be a part of it.

My grandfather was from the old country

came over on a steamer
and setup near Big Bear,

Log shanty, horse and cart,
hand-dubbed water well.

He worked the woods
and his friends worked with him.

Making a home. Raising a family.
Building a future.

Guess you could can him a pioneer.

That was then. And times have changed.

I've got my own family now.

But I got a whole new bunch of friends.

And we 'd like you to join us
making a home.

Building a future,

North Stream Oil.
Welcome to the new frontier.

Can I get you anything?

What?

Xanax? Diazepam?

Oh, no, thanks.

If you change your mind.

Chief Worth?
Inspector Benoit Lehane, H.C.F.P.

How do you do.

I bring personal condolences
from the commissioner

and the assistant commissioner.

I bring the sympathy
of H section in Montreal

and of the entire
Royal Canadian Federal Police.

Right, and I bring some shitty coffee.

Thanks.

I want a constable parked
outside this door.

Done.

And your daughter?

No, she's with me.

I know that nothing I can say or do
is gonna bring your boy back.

To that extent I am useless
impingement on your grief.

But I can tell you this.

- Justice will be done.
- Right.

- What you doing here?
- Chief, we're so sorry.

Did you close the road?

First thing you should have done
was close the road.

No, Chief, we can't just close the road.

Not without the consent of the District.

Shouldn't the Feds be handling this?

- They are.
- They are?

Yeah, they are.

OK, so what should we be doing?

Closing the fucking road.

Why?

S0 no one gets in or out.

I'm not manning a roadb/ock

We got a homicide to work.

I'm getting auxiliary volunteers.

It'll take an army reserve uni!

To stop North Stream OH
bringing guys in.

Just don 't let anyone out.

Do they know who did this?

Local Police Service.

What?

They did not have the authority
to close a road.

No, I mean, do they know
who killed the boy?

No.

Now, I can bus in workers in
from this side of the road closure

but I cannot get equipment through.

Monsieur Gagnon.
A child has just been murdered.

I'm well aware of that.

But the fact remains

no truck, no equipment...

no refinery.

Tss.

From the moment you step off

of our courtesy shuffle
your every need is cared for.

Fuck me.

You'll lodge ln North Stream Oil 's
brand new Staff Village

where it's easy to
make yourself at home.

Award-winning cuisine
from every corner of the globe.

And best of all

you're doing a job you can be proud of.

I want to go home.

Home?

Yeah, to London.

Mum can't be moved yet, love,

I'm a parent, but I can't begin

to imagine what you are feeling.

If there's anything
I can do, anything at all...

How is Mrs Worth?

In a coma.

I heard her chances of full recovery
were improved

by the new facilities
at Little Big Bear Hospital.

Come again?

I hear her chances for a full recovery

were improved by the new facilities
at Little Big Bear Hospital.

Oh, I get it.

Facilities your staff paid for by
North Stream Oil.

'Because we care, ' right?

- We do.
- But you got a job to do

and you're here to make a deal.

I'm here to offer you our full support
in the investigation of this...

You want the road open
so you can finish your refinery.

That's not my priority.

We got off to a bad start.
Heated words were exchanged.

I'm here to extend an olive branch.

Go on, then.

A reward. For information leading to the
capture of the killers of your son.

Fuck off.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

You should be.

No prints.

Hollow point bullet was shredded
so no match to a weapon.

No shells were found.

Striation on the sniper“s bullet in the
window frame came back insufficient.

Feds are taking a look at the briefcase.

What do you know about... Suzy Bouchard?

She did a lot for my community.

My father trusted her. I trusted her.

So is... do you think there
could be something

to this North Stream business, huh?

The woman I knew only spoke the truth.

You got anything for nerves?

Xanax. Top drawer, just the left side.

You two an item?

Us? No.

Really?

NO. Why?

So, this Conversation is...
this is between us? It stops with us?

I ducked.

When the gunman went
to pull the trigger.

I didn't even think about it,
I just... ducked.

And the bullet, it went over my head

and into my son.

Ducking was a natural reflex.

But, if I hadn't done it,
he'd still be alive, right?

From ten feet?

Chances are you would both be dead.

- Chief.
- Thanks.

If you wanna go to London you can
always stay with your Auntie Jean.

I'm not going on my own.
We all go or we all stay.

Well, then If you stay,
you stay within my sight 24/7.

Peas in a pod.

Peas in a pod.

You wait here, alright, love?
Won“t be long.

Keep an eye on her.
Don't let her out of your sight.

Copy that.

You've had enough.

- He's close.
- Who is?

I've had enough of this.

Where d'y0u think you're going? Huh?

We stay put. Finish what we started.

Stay put, yeah? Fuck you.

Keep calm.

Stop telling me to keep calm.

Because we're accessories...

- Will you please keep your voices down!
- ...to the murder

of a five year-old boy whose daddy
happens to be the fucking filth.

- Hey, shut him up, Frank.
- OK.

- Can I help you?
- Just wanna look around.

You got a warrant?

Place of work. Don't need one.

You need a reason.

Murder investigation?

Dr Susan Bouchard?

This an interview?

- Why, you want a Iawyer?
- Chief Worth.

We'd be more than happy to help.

So, just a couple of questions about
the suspected murder of Dr Bouchard.

- Dr Bouchard?
- Dr Susan Bouchard.

She compiled, er, some sort of
medical report

shortly before she was murdered.

Re North Stream.

Would you care to comment about that?

I have no knowledge of any report.

Your company ruined her life,
apparently.

Er, some sort of blacklist.

She was terrified
about what you might do next.

What?

- I wouldn't be able to comment on that.
- Why not?

There must be a tonne of Iawyers
in this place.

Oh, don't worry. I can wait.

Yeah, OK. You've had enough.

Just put it down.
You've had enough, mate.

Oy! _ Sorry,

Asshole!

I'II buy you another one, alright.

What was it, a shandy?
You big fucking poof!

- Hey, hey, hey!
- What d*y0u say?

Leave it.

Who the fuck are you?

Walk away.

Shit. Uh...

Uh, unit one,
we have a disturbance in progress.

Location Randy“s.
The girl's with me so I need backup.

Stay there.

Add'em at, cowboy.

Hey, fancy a slice of my Sheffield steel

you fucking Canadian cunt! Hey?

Think you're a match for
the best of British, do ya? D0 ya?

Ladies and gentlemen!

Hey!

The winner of tonight's
Killer Karaoke Contest is...

- Here's Johnny!
- Fuck! For God's sake!

No, shut up.

Whoa!

What's your name, son?
Come on don't be shy.

It's Tim.

And where you from, Tim?

- Blackpool.
- What?

- Blackpool.
- Blackpool!

England!

Hasn't escaped my notice
that you are carrying a guitar.

You wouldn't be a musician
by any chance, would you?

- Yeah. I do, actually.
- Yes, he is, folks!

Well, what more fitting way to
celebrate your victory this evening

than by singing us an encore!

I'm gonna sing a little Blackpool rock.

Hey!

♪ You can tell by the way I use my walk

♪ I'm a woman's man, no time to talk

Music loud and women warm

I've been kicked around
since I was born

That's alright, it's OK

You can look the other way

We can try to understand

New York Times' effect on man

tt Whether you're a mother
or whether you“re a brother

t

Stayin' alive, baby

Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me

Somebody help me, yeah

Life goin' nowhere

Somebody help me, yeah ♪

I need a little
black and white right now.

It says for anxiety.

There's no difference
between a pill and a drink, Jim.

They both numb the pain,
but at what cost?

Once you start,
you won't be able to stop

and then you won't be present for Anna.

I'II take that as a no, then.

You know the real reason
we came out here, right?

Why?

Because I'm an alcoholic
and your mum and I thought

putting 6,000 miles between
me and London was a good idea.

Although, there are
a tonne of pubs out here.

I'm not an idiot, Dad.
We've had the Conversation.

- It was a Conversation, was it?
- About your disease.

Booze wasn't your problem,
it was your solution.

You wanted life to be beautiful,
but it wasn't.

Till you took a drink.
Then everything... clicked.

And the drugs.
Don't forget the drugs, love.

There was loads of drugs.

For 25 years it made the bad times OK
and the good times better.

Till it stopped working.

You started doing things,
things you couldn't remember.

One sip of this and you“d change.

You'd become someone else.

Someone horrible.

S0 promise me.

I promise.

Say it. Say, 'I promise you, Anna.

I promise on your life,
I won“t drink again!

- I promise.
- 'On your life.'

On your life.

Let's make this quick, alright?

Dad?

Yep?

What's ice called?

Ice is called ice, Pete.

- Stand up.
- Ice!

Yeah.

It's what happens when
water gets really cold.

- Dad?
- Yep?

What's water called?

Water“s called water, Pete.

Dad?

Get rid of that.

You OK?

Feels weird.

Like I'm not her anymore.

Come here.

You're still my little girl.

And no one's gonna hurt you, alright?

You okay, Chief?

I'm with Anna. We're fine.

What if the shooter tries again?

He won't, he...
he missed me from ten feet

and then he ran away, Denise.

He's crap at his job.

He's probably still in town.

Shitting himself,
wondering whether he should fuck off

or wait around and take another pop.

That's why we keep the roads closed.

If he runs for it, kill him.

- Quick as you can love.
- Yep.

I was inches from fame

t HE CHUCKLES

Ah, fuck fame.

Integrity would have done.

♪ But a poker game dealt me a blow

♪ Lost my riches

Now Trini Lopez

♪ Is all that I have left to bet

But it wouldn't have settled

♪ My gambling debt anyway

You cunt!

What the fuck have I done?

You dropped one of these,
you fucking nonce!

- Up at the cabin!
- What are you talking...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I couldn't have.

You lie to me and I'II fucking kill you.

What is it, Whitey?

That girl has found one of
J0hnny's snouts.

God knows why.

Now she“s got his DNA
all over the end of a fag butt.

- Johnny?
- He's a fucking Iiability, Frank.

Me?! What about him?

Shut up, Johnny.

He was smoking.
When he went to the house.

- It was an accident!
- You...

Fuck!

This is bad.

We gotta get hold of that fag butt.

The girl. She's taken it with her.

Christ.

Right. One of you let's
gotta get it off her.

I'll do it.

How?

I will fucking kill her if I have to.

You won“t touch her.

If that girl is onto us,
we need to clear out, Whitey.

- We can't.
- Now. While we still can.

- We can't.
- Why not?

- Cos the fucking road“s still closed.
- What?

And I'm telling you
we have to fucking kill her!

Don't you fucking touch her.

I'll do it.

Have you started smoking again?

What? Don't be daft.

The last time you got pissed
you started smoking first.

I have not started smoking again.

- Anna.
- Hi.

Thank you.

Oh, fuck.

I'm unable to take your all right now.

Just leave a message after the tone and
I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

Call me.

So Nick“s right outside the door.

You don't answer it to anyone
but me or him. Alright?

And whatever you do
don't go near the peep hole.

Why not?

Just don't.

Where are you going?

Work, love.

Why aren't you taking me?
You said peas in a pod.

Sooner or later I've got to about this

and I can't do it
with you glued to my side, can I?

I'II be back soon.

- Alright? I promise.
- Hm.

Fifth floor, room 504.

Northeast side of the building
nearest the fire escape.

He's leaving now. The girl's on her own.

And you will never pull this off,
you know.

Watch me.

Chief?

Whiskey.

- Glass, shot or highball?
- Shot.

Coming UP'

Thanks.

Yeah?

Where are the kids?

Anna's in the hotel.

And... she's fine.

And Petey?

He's... he... Pete...

He's dead, love.

He's dead. Pete's dead.

He's dead, love.

No.

Hey!

Drive.

Where to?

“17 Horses” by Crooked Brothers

♪ It“s a big old load

♪ Take 17 horses just to build a road

♪ It“s a big old load

♪ Take 17 horses just to build a road

♪ It“s a big old load

♪ Take 17 horses just to build a road

♪ It“s a big old load

♪ Take 17 horses just to build a road

♪ Now something ain't right,
the horses know

There's something in the wind,
there's something in the soil

♪ The wax goes tip,
the flare of their nose

There's something in the wind,
there“s something in the soil ♪

Corrected & Synced by Bakugan