Ah...
Hello?
Who the fuck are you?
Whitey?
Have I come at a bad time?
- Who the hell are you? - I'm a friend of Anna's.
Never seen him before in my life.
She's joking.
Looks a bit dodgy to me.
Clean cut 'boy next door thing, ' I don't buy it.
What do you think, Mum?
The door was open.
Who is he?
His name's Whitey, he saved my life.
What?
Up at the darn, I told you.
I don't care who you are. You sneak into my house again
I'll fuckin' shoot you.
Where's Dad?
Could you give us a moment, please?
- Who is he? - Where's Dad?
Can you answer the question?
- He's a vac driver. - A what?
Where is he?
I have no idea where your father is.
- How did you meet him? - I told you.
- What were you doing up at the dam? - Just exploring.
I thought you'd taken him back.
No.
Then what happened last night?
I don't know yet.
- Stay where I can see you. - Yep.
- Do you want to see the river? - Yeah, I'd love to.
Whitey?
My family's going through a hard time right now.
I know.
Anna told me.
- I'm sorry for your loss. - You just be careful with her, that's all.
I'll take good care of her, Mrs Worth.
Watch out for bears.
Fuck.
Shut up!
Jesus!
- Do you know anything about snakes? - No.
Your mum did say to look out for bears though.
They hunt along the edge of the river, apparently.
Why do you care?
What?
Why do you care whether I get eaten by bears or not?
I like a girl in Wellies.
I mean it, why...?
Why do you care what happens to me? You barely know me.
Hike you.
I shouldn't have said that.
Say something, for fuck's sake.
Umm.
Better get back.
What do you want from me?
Nothing.
Wait.
Fucking hell.
- What the fuck happened to you? - I got shot.
Wasn't me, was it?
- Biker gang? - Biker gang.
- Robbed a North Stream Oil truck? - Oh, good for them.
I said this town was going to shit.
- How's the girls? They alright? - They're fine.
Think I should get over there.
Run out of toothpaste.
You got any toothpaste?
How about chewing gum? What about mouthwash?
Hey?
Smell me.
Right? Right.
- Should probably shower, right? - Yeah.
Right.
I should go.
No, you stay. All right?
You go, I'll drink. Tell 'em I'm on my way.
I don't think it's such a good idea to go back to your house right now.
- And why's that? - On account of what happened.
Which 'what happened'?
Still there?
Yeah, I'm still here, Chief.
Who asked him to chop wood?
He offered.
What's his real name?
I don't know, it's probably something embarrassing.
- Yeah, but why Whitey, for God's sakes? - Jesus, Mum, will you leave him alone?
Apparently he was the only white kid in the care home.
- He grew up in a care home? - His mum's a drunk.
No wonder you two get along.
- She's way worse than Dad. - Is she now?
Whitey spends all his money on a nursing home.
He hasn't given up on her.
You think I've given up on your father, is that it?
- You kicked him out. - Of course I kicked him out.
He slept with another woman. Do you think that's OK?
Your father kicked our front door in last night.
He was smashed, reeking of whiskey and covered in blood.
How did that make you feel?
I don't know, Mum. I don't know what to feel.
There are so many things you're not telling me.
Why are you carrying a gun around?
Why was there a fucking snake in the house?
- Whose blood was Dad covered in? - Anna...
I'm not a kid any more.
I held him.
Just after he'd been shot in the head.
My little brother, I held him.
Oh, my God.
Oh, what has Dad done'?
I honestly don't know.
Yes?
- May I speak with you? - Yes.
- Is this an inconvenient time? - Yes.
Well, I'm sorry, but I need to talk to you.
How can I help you?
You hunt.
A man of many hobbies, I see.
And most of them are private.
Excuse me.
Why is a multi-billion dollar corporation worried
about what a small town cop has to say?
Nobody else is.
He has zero credibility.
I checked with legal, they're not driving it.
And it's not coming from the top floor, so it must be you.
You're the head of security.
You're supposed to be running a zero tolerance policy
on drugs, gambling, prostitution.
You're not watching our employees, you're watching the Police Chief.
Why are you so worried about him?
What has he done
that you task me with destroying his career and his family?
My job is all I have.
And...
in my all-consuming pursuit of high standards
sometimes I overstep the mark.
And I have made you feel...
uncomfortable.
I apologise.
You apologise to me?
Yes.
Don't try and do my job, Monsieur Gagnon.
Your job?
Intimidation, you are good at. Making friends, you are not.
You could have levelled with me, but you didn't.
Remember that.
If you don't lay off the booze they're gonna take your gun and your star.
Fuck 'em.
I mean, seriously, fuck 'em.
You know what?
They can't suspend me if I chuck it in, right?
I like the gun, but I don't much care for the star. Here, you have it.
You'd make a much better Chief than me, Chief.
Why are you doing this?
My family's not safe. Whoever tried to kill me's going to have another go.
So I'm gonna round up the girls and get out of here.
- You're quitting? - Yep.
- Could we at least talk about this? - We did.
- I can't fucking believe this. - Just drive on.
I'm gonna get you to fill this out?
Thank you.
Back in your box.
You can't be too careful.
Might have to shoot my way out.
- What's his name again? - McGillen.
McGillen!
- Yes? - Book me three one-way tickets to London.
Sorry?
Make it Florida.
Hang on, I've got a warrant out in Florida.
Just get us to London. Alright? We'll work it out when I get there.
First I'm a pharmacist, now I'm a travel agent.
Shouldn't you be looking for a witness?
Jaclyn Letendre's still missing.
You walk out that door I might not be here when you get back.
Grow up.
First I'm a pharmacist, now I'm a travel agent.
- Shouldn't you be looking for a witness? - Jaclyn Letendre's still missing,.
You walk out that door I might not be here when you get back.
Jaclyn Letendre's still missing.
Leave it.
I can't leave it.
You may have given up on this town, but I haven't.
Well, you've got one arm and I'm in no fit state to.
Is that the fella that shot you?
I can't believe you're gonna leave me here with this shit!
McGillen'll be off monitor duty soon,
- you can use him as a human shield. - This isn't a joke, OK?
- There's only two of us, we need you. - You'll be fine.
You're a good cop.
Drive on.
Ooh, that's one less to worry about.
Looks like the Chief's not up for it.
- There goes the neighbourhood. - Um-hm.
Have you done it yet?
There's too many cameras.
Then for fuck's sake get out of there while you still can.
Stop telling me what to do, Frank. I'm in charge.
In charge of what?
If you'd wanted them dead they'd be dead by now.
What's your point?
- The girl. - What about the girl?
You're smitten, Whitey. I'm not a fool.
You've been hanging around her like a bad smell for 10 days.
That girl is a frigid bitch, Frank.
Pussy.
You fucking pussy.
Come on.
OK.
Ah, fuck!
Whitey!
Mum, are you OK?
Mum, look at me.
Whitey!
Whitey, quick!
Mum!
What do I do?
I don't know what's wrong.
- Pills. Does she take any? - Yes, she takes loads.
Get them, I'll stay with her.
It's OK. It's OK.
I'm sorry for what happened, Mrs Worth.
No mum should have to lose their little boy.
It'll be alright.
Thanks, Whitey.
Oh, thank you.
I'm sorry for...
freaking out before.
You've been really kind.
Has...
I just think it's sad, that's all.
That you've both...
gotta go through all this...
alone.
Frank?
- Sweetheart. - Where the fuck are you?
Taking care of business.
What business?
Just at a little family matter I was telling you about.
Debt of honour. Won't be long now.
Well, you best not be because there's a bunch of strippers here
waiting to audition, OK? I need a man's opinion on this.
I'll call you back, love.
Fuck!
Fuck, fuck!
He's coming.
- Se'? - He's minutes away, Whitey,.
Get the fuck out of there now!
No, I'm not finished yet.
I'm considering filing a complaint against one of our employees.
What sort?
- Sexist comments. - Surely not, in this business?
What chauvinist redneck pig
do I have the pleasure of assisting you in taking down?
I'd need some background, first.
If he'd done it before it'd make a big difference.
You got it.
Hello, love.
- Mum's cooking. - Oh fuck me, really?
- Pack your bags, we're going to London. - What?
- It's what you wanted, innit? - I'm cooking dinner.
Jesus Christ, all the more reason to leave, innit?
Shite. Anna, could you give me a hand here.
Connected up the new gas cylinder.
- No! - Who the fuck are you?
- He was with me at the dam. - This is Whitey.
He's been helping us out today.
Jim.
- Is there anything else I can help with? - No, shit, this is nearly ready.
- Boyfriend material? - Ah, Jesus, Jim!
- Get upstairs. - Oi, teen sex, don't you fucking move.
You, stay where you are.
Well, that went well.
So you're staying for dinner, then?
Really? Do I have to?
College, military school, Navy,
Special Forces, CSIS
and then Operations and Security for North Stream.
Nothing out of the ordinary. Spotless, in fact.
- Except for one thing. - What?
There's not much on it in HR, but apparently Mr Gagnon had a run-in
with a small First Nations police service up in...
Reverie.
- Reverie? - Yeah, it's like 700 klicks north of here,
- way up in the Bundocks. - Bundocks? You mean Boondocks?
Technically, it's Bundocks.
Point is, there's absolutely nothing up there.
What is that?
Duck... in burnt orange sauce.
Careful of the lead pellets.
- You shot it? - Yes I did.
I'm not eating it.
- Why not'? - It's probably contaminated.
Well, it was perfectly healthy when I shot it.
- How do you know? You're not a vet. - Well, neither are you.
Mmm. It's delicious, Mrs Worth.
- Thank you. - Your mum's an amazing cook.
Really?
Yeah.
Here you are, then.
I don't mean to be rude, but this is a family dinner.
And we have private matters to discuss
so if you wouldn't mind?
- Mind what? - Fucking off.
- Whitey, he didn't mean it. - Of course he did.
- I don't blame him, I don't belong here. - Wait.
You had no right to behave like that.
I don't like the look of him.
You lost the right to dictate who does or who doesn't sit at this table
when you fucked another woman while I was in a coma.
Do you know that boy has been more help to Anna since Petey's death
than either you or I have?
So if anyone's gonna fuck off, it's you. Back to your hotel.
- What did you do that for? - Do I have to have a reason?
Hello, Jack.
I want you to kill the men who murdered my son.
Ah...
Right?
How about that?
- Armadillo! Need a rest? - Fuck off.
Get up.
Get up!
Here.
Whatever.
You alright?
Here you are.
Did you hire him?
If I'd hired him, you'd be dead.
Maybe he took a job with North Stream as a cover story.
Why?
It seems to me, a man like you would know exactly why.
A man like me?
A man like you, you find it difficult to reintegrate back into normal duty.
A man like you is used to working his own hours, being his own boss and...
ignoring the rules.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Resettling back into normal police work requires the shedding of old habits.
A man like you, he...
he may feel uncomfortable, so he takes a cynical, suspicious
or even paranoiac worldview.
A man like you... he feels constantly on guard.
You lost me.
Cochon.
Pig in a blanket.
Mr... Devlin.
- So, I did a bit of plainclothes work. - A bit?
You did 10 years working undercover with an SO10
and another six with the Specialist Crime Directorate.
You're an undercover cop.
Men like you, they make enemies.
You get careless.
You fucked a lot of people.
- How do you find out? - I read your file.
Bollocks.
No one below a senior DCI can get their hands on that file.
Not even me. It's classified.
It made for... for some good reading, you know.
Couldn't put it down.
But then you'd know that, huh?
I mean, a man like you must know what is in his own file.
You lived it.
Unless, of course
you were too busy screwing around with drugs and alcohol to remember.
Who.
You.
Fucked.
Sniffing around the girl.
- What the fuck for? - I don't give a shit
about the fucking girlfriend.
- I just need her to think I do. - Why?
So that I can do to Jack Devlin what he did to my mum.
I want no part of it.
Do you think you can walk out on me?
Oh, I should've walked out on you two weeks ago
when you shot that little boy.
I'm loyal to you, Whitey.
And your mum. I loved her.
But I can't go on like this.
I'm finished.
It's over, Whitey.
You're on your own.