All language subtitles for Irreverent s01e10.eng

[dramatic music]

* *

- Ah! Hot, hot, hot,
hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.

- [knocks on wall]
Reverend Boyd.

- Yeah, that's me.

Uh, I don't think we met.

- Call me Jag.
- Hey, Jag. Nice to meet you.

- Likewise.
Ah, it smells amazing in here.

Cooking up a feast, eh?

- You want some?
- I'm starving.

- Have a seat.

- Cheers for that.
- Yep.

- So you work with Piper?

Yeah, no, Help yourself.

- Tell me...

how is it all?

- All what?

- New house, new church,
new identity.

[chuckles]

- What's that?

- It's got to be a big change--

completely starting over again

in a job you know
nothing about.

* *

- I'm not sure I know
what you mean.

- Uh, a reverend taking a cut

from a small-town
tobacco syndicate,

knocking over a sugar mill.

It took quite a bit of
figuring out who you were, too.

I had to call immigration,
and I hate that--

you know, the red tape
and headaches and shit.

* *

If I wanted to arrest you,

I would have brought
some mates.

- So Andy and Ryan
have been talking to you, huh?

- They don't like you
very much,

and you cost me a fair
old chunk of change.

And now...

time to go.

* *

- No.
No, I'm not going anywhere.

- If I say you're going...

you're going...

because I don't want
a body count in my town.

I don't want
any American attention,

and I sure as shit

don't want Piper
lifting the lid.

- There is a second option.

- Not that I see.

- Yeah, I stay.

I stay, and I run it.

- You leave today.

And if you ever show your face
anywhere in my state again,

I'll have you executed.

- Hey, do you mind? I--
Yeah.

I'm going to try one, actually.

How did it feel?
- Excuse me?

- When you found out
that your guys got busted,

how did it feel?

You know,
your supply chain's broken.

There's going to be paperwork,
risky paperwork, too.

You know, was it stress?
Was it anger?

Were you worried
about your family?

- Hey, mention
my family again,

I'll end you right here.

- Oh, yeah.

Hey, your family--they're
better off without those guys.

They're just thugs, you know?

If you'd done your research,

which I'm guessing that
you have 'cause you found me,

you know that there is
no person on the planet

more capable of handling
this thing than me.

I mean, look what I did
to your operation.

So I stay.
I run it.

You and your family
don't have to stress

about something
like this ever again,

and bonus--
your cut gets bigger

'cause you don't have
all those mouths to feed.

I'll get the product
to the city contacts directly

so you get more,

Agnes and her farmers get more,

and your whole lot
is happy and settled.

So...

what do say, Sarge?

You got a hell of a mess here.

I go to work in a mess.

[crunches]

* *

- One month.

Anything other than
sparkling clean,

and I go back to option one.

- You're making
the right decision.

- This works
in the quietness...

in the shadows.

I don't want any attention.

- You're in luck there.

Nobody knows I'm here.

* *

[distant sirens wailing]

* *

[line trilling]

- Where are you?

- I'm almost there.

- I'm getting tired
of waiting.

I want updates on the hour.
- Yes, ma'am.

- I don't care how far back
you go with my husband, Farah.

My son is dead.

So, if Paulo isn't
in the ground today,

then you are taking his place.

* *

[cheery vocal music]

* *

[Vivaldi's
"Gloria" in D major]

* *

- [sighs deeply]

- Happy birthday, Vic.

- Happy birthday, Dad.

* *

- It's perfect.

* *

- * Gloria, gloria *

* Gloria, gloria *

- Oh, hi.

- I'm sorry.

- Can we help you?

- Yeah.
Yeah, you can.

I'm looking for...

Reverend Mackenzie Boyd.

- Oh, he'll probably be
next door.

Are you a friend?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I am a friend.

- Oh, well, then you can be
a friend of ours.

- So this reverend lets you
drink beers in church, huh?

- Oh, uh...

we, uh--we lost someone
recently.

- You did?

So did I.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

- I lost my wife.

- Oh, God.

When?

- Tuesday.

- Mm.
- Oh, wow.

That--that's fresh.

- Sorry, brother.

- [crying] Thank you.

Thank you.

You're so kind.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Uh, hey, um, pull up a pew?

- [sighs]

- Got your radio, Amy.
- Oh, thanks, Daisy.

- Hey, Daise.
- Hey.

- Hey, Daise.

* *

She seems nice.

[footsteps approaching]

- [huffs] He's here.

- Who?
- You.

- More words.

- Um, t-t-the guy
from the photos...

the real you...

he's here.

* *

- Morning, Rev.

* *

- Hey, buddy.

- Hey, buddy.

- You good?

- Are you?

- Oh, yeah.

- Ah, well, you guys probably
have some catching up to do.

- Uh, yeah, we do.

I mean, you came
all this way, right?

- I did.

- Come here.
- Oh, a little kiss.

A kiss to my head.
- Love that, truly.

- Yep.
[chuckles awkwardly]

- Bye, guys.

* *

Bye-bye.

They're such good people.

[Mack shouts]

Ow.

What? Wait. Wait.

Just wait.

* *

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Just wait, wait.

Paulo, wait. Wait.

For the love of God, just wait.

Open it.

Open it.

* *

It's yours.

- Seriously?
- I don't want it.

It's cursed.

That money has brought me
nothing but death...

and Zumba classes.

- Who knows you're here?

- Nobody.

- You sure?

Because the people that
are looking for this money,

they are sending
somebody after--

- [crying]
I killed him.

- Who?

- The man who was looking
for you.

- Farah?

- Yes.

- You--

you killed Farah,

the most dangerous hit man
in Chicago?

- [stammers]
- You killed him?

- With a garden shovel.
- Bullshit.

- I put him in the ground
and buried him in dirt,

same shovel...

right after.

[cries]

- Right after what?

- She's gone, Paolo.

- Who?

Who's gone?

- Charmaine.

He killed Charmaine.

[sighs]

- Shit.
[exhales sharply]

I'm...

I'm sorry.

- It's my fault.

- I mean, yeah.

- But I can't help
but thinking, Paolo,

maybe this was meant to be.

Paolo, maybe--maybe I needed
a wake-up call,

and the Almighty knew,
oh, He knew.

You knew just how to deliver it
to me, didn't You?

- In--in a bag of stolen cash?

- Exactly, yes.
- No.

- And what God is telling me
right now, it is...

it is so clear.

- No, that's fine.
Don't touch me.

He's not the one you need
to be listening to, okay?

It's me, and I am telling you

that you need to leave
right now.

- No.

No, Paolo, I can stay.

Paolo, I can stay.

I can do this.
[breathing heavily]

I can do...

this.

- But this whole idea
that you've got,

it's not going to work.

First, there's the local cop.

She's going to figure it out
right away.

I'm talking
FBI-level brain here, okay?

And then--
- I don't care.

- Then you have the people
that sent Farah.

They are gonna send
another Farah,

and I don't like your chances
a second time.

- No, just--
- Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

The biggest problem is me...

Because if you don't leave
right now,

I'm going to have to change
my mind and kill you myself.

* *

- Fine.

[sighs]

* *

Flights.

* *

- For Christ's sake.

Mackenzie, get in the car now.

- It really is pretty,
isn't it?

- Yeah, well,

there's plenty of pretty places
in the world, Reverend.

You need to find your own.

- Congratulations, Paulo.

- On what?

- You can be
whoever you want to be now.

You're finally out of here.

[soft music]

* *

[line trilling]

- Fitness 24.
This is Amanda speaking.

How may I help?

- Hi, um...

Wait. Who is this?

- Amanda.
How can I help you?

- Lewis, is he there?
Can you go get him?

- Lewis?

- Lewis, the guy who owns
the gym--is he there?

Can you go get him?

- Oh, right.
You mean the guy who--

- Who what?

- The guy who run the place?

- Yeah.

- The guy who died?

- Wait, excuse--excuse me.

What?
No. No.

Look, I-I-I am looking
for Lewis Johnson.

He owns the gym.
I know that he's there.

Just--just go get him and put
him on the phone, will you?

- Yeah, I think--

I'm really sorry.

I think he was involved
with some people.

It was in the paper.

They found him
in the river--so sad.

I'm sorry.

Did you know him well?

Hello?

[somber music]

* *

[light music]

* *

- What's going on?

Where is he?

- Got rid of him.

- Did you whack him?

- Did I whack him?

- It means--
- No, I know what it means.

No, I-I did not whack him.

Jesus.

[scoffs]

- You're leaving.

- Look, I'm sorry, but I told
you this was going to happen.

It's time for me to go.

- It's fine.

- Look, this has been--

- That's gross,
so just stop that.

- No, I mean, you,
you--you're--

- I-I'm coming.

- Sorry?

- I'm coming with you.
- No, you're not.

Look, Daisy, you're amazing,

and I would--I would like
to take you with me,

I really would,
but it's not safe.

The people that are after me,
they're bad.

So the--the best place
for you to be

is as far away from me
as possible.

- Bad people have been coming
for you this whole time,

and I've stuck by you.

Now I'm just asking
for you to stick by me.

- How quickly can you pack?

- Quickly.

- Have you said goodbye?

- Have you said goodbye?

- In case you hadn't noticed,
I'm kind of a loner.

- So am I.

- No, you're not.

- Give--give me one hour.

[soft music]

[door opens, closes]

* *

- [sniffs]

* *

- Uh, Peter,
now is not a good time.

- I'm not staying, Reverend.

I'm meeting Helen
for a beach walk.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- [chuckles]
That's great, man.

What's this?
- Shiraz, I think.

- For Sunday?

- No, for you.

It's for you.

- Peter, you--are you--
are you giving me a gift?

- Shiraz is best paired
with hard cheeses and red meat.

- Thank you.

- Welcome.

- [chuckles]

Hey, Helen.

- Hey, Rev.

Are you okay?

- Me?
Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Of course.

- Okay.

See you around.

- Yeah.

Yep.

* *

- Hey, dickhead.
- Hey.

Hey, dickhead.
[chuckles]

Hey, I reckon
I've got it sorted.

- Um, Cam, I just--
- Just wait.

Just--just give me
two minutes, yeah?

- Okay.

[soft music]

* *

- Here we are.

- Thank you.

- All right, you ready?

Cam's Cabs.

Basically,
as long as my bike holds up,

200 trips, 5 bucks a trip.

That's 10 grand, Daise.

I do one or--or--
or two trips a day,

and that's under a year.

Also, don't fill up on these
because we got--

got fish and chips
tonight, yeah?

- 5 times 200 is 1,000.

- What?

- You need to do
2,000 trips, Cam.

- Really?

- You'll be fine.

You don't need to worry
about it.

- Of course I do.
That's...

It's all-- [grumbles]
It's all I do worry about.

- I'm--I'm going to be fine.

- Well, maybe, but...

what if you're--
you're in and out of hospital?

Then what?

Then what happens to me,

and--and what happens
to the calamari?

Because I'm not going
to eat it.

I might. I could.

But it's ten grand.

Daisy, I can get ten grand.

- You never had one grand
in your life.

- Because I've never needed it.

- It's unrealistic.

- [sighs] Okay, then--
then not just Cam's Cabs.

I'll do Cam's Dog Wash,
too, right?

I'll do five bucks per dog--
or five bucks per animal.

I'll do any animal.
I'll do four bucks a cat and--

Oh, no, you can't wash a cat.
Kind of wash themselves, right?

- You can't pet-wash
your way to ten grand.

- But I can--
I can at least try.

- I don't want you to.

- Don't exactly have
too much going--

going on elsewhere.

- Worry about your shit.

- I don't have any shit.

- You live in a caravan,
Cameron.

* *

S-sorry.

* *

- That's fine.

[knocks on wall]

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Whoa.

Have you slept, like, at all?
- Sure.

- I mean, not that
you look tired.

I mean, you look
fresh, great, um...

but have you thought about
sleeping in...

you know, an actual house?

- Hey, you were at the--

you were putting up
the phone thing last night,

right, on the church?

- Yeah.
- Who was there?

- A lot of people.

I mean, must have been
half the town.

- No. [sighs]
Okay, um, who wasn't there?

- The other 6.4 billion
people on the planet.

- Someone saved me last night.

I don't know who it was.

They just disappeared,
but I got a print.

- You got a print
to try to find

the person that helped you?

- Yeah.

I mean, you don't hide
if you're not guilty, right?

- Hey, Piper--

- I mean, I don't have prints
for everyone in town,

of course, but everyone's
phones went live last night,

so I could cross-check that
with a residents list.

- Piper.

- What?

* *

- Nothing.

- Really?

- No.

Uh, never mind.

Um...

* *

Hey, look, I got to go.
[chuckles]

Uh...

I'll see you around, yeah?

- Okay.

- Okay.

* *

[brakes squeal]

* *

[car door closes]

* *

[classical music playing
on car stereo]

- Hello? Hello?

- Hello.

- How can I help you?
[volume decreases]

- Yeah, I need a ticket
out of here.

- Certainly, sir.

Where is here,
and where are you headed?

- Brisbane to Chicago.

- Certainly, sir.

Is that a return?

- One way.

- Can you turn the music down
a little there, sir?

I'm having some trouble
hearing you.

- Do you like your job?

- Yes, sir.

- You go home, you go to bed,
you see your family?

- Some--something like that.
- Never change, pilgrim.

What's your name?

- It's Amari.

- Amari.

- When were you hoping
to travel?

Sir, do you have a date?

Would you like to travel soon?

- Yes.

Yes. Yes.

- Hey.

- What are you doing here?

- I live here.

- Could have fooled me.

- Do you think I'm obsessed
with this chop-chop stuff?

- Do I think you're obsessed
with it?

- I'm not.

- It's me, Piper.

- Boss sent me home.

- Yeah?
Good for him.

- I'm going to take
the day off.

- Sure.

- I am.

- And do what?

- Do relaxing.

Got any more of those?

- Books?

- Hmm.

[sighs]

Aidan.

[sighs]

- You know what
your problem is, Piper?

It's not that you've got
your priorities wrong.

It's that you don't have
any priorities at all.

It's just work
and nothing else.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm talking about your mood,
all the time.

I'm talking about the fact
that we're engaged

and we live together,

and I've seen you, what,
13 minutes this week?

I'm talking about us.

You need to make
some decisions, Pipes.

- Decisions about what?

- You actually want to be here?

You actually want to marry me?

- Obviously.

- No, Pipes.

No, it's not obvious.

[somber music]

* *

3:00 p.m.

- What?

- 3:00 p.m.,
church this afternoon,

we get married.

- [scoffs]
Are you serious?

- At some point,

you're going to have to make
a choice, Piper.

Marry me today,
or don't marry me at all.

Ball's in your court, Officer.

* *

[upbeat tropical music playing]

* *

- You know, Lester,

racking up a tab
at your own place

isn't actually free beer.

- I'll go easy.

* *

- Good day.

What can we do for you?

- I'm looking for the church.

- Down the road a
couple minutes,

down the beach a little longer.

Daisy or Mack should be there.

* *

Lovely chap.
- Hmm.

Very chatty.

[cell phone ringing]

- Hello?

- Hey, uh, Rev.

- Aidan?

- I need a favor.

- Uh, can we talk later, man?

- Look, I-I need you
to marry me and Piper.

- Yeah.
No, you're all good.

It's on the books.

- T-today.
- [chuckles] What?

- Look, it's important, mate.
It's got to be today.

- Look, Aidan, these--

these things
need to be planned, okay?

It's not like it's a barbecue.

- Why not?

- Why not what?

- Well, it's not
the royal wedding.

It could literally actually be
a barbecue.

You know the lines, right?

- I mean, yeah.
I--

- Look, 3:00 p.m., Rev.

- Look I-I can't.
I'm sorry. I--

- I'll round up the bride
and a few people.

It's got to be today.

- Okay, bud.
[line clicks]

[cell phone beeps]

[dramatic music]

* *

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

- Hey, there.

* *

- Who are you?

- Is the reverend home?

- You're American.
- Yeah.

- Friend of Mack's?
- Old friend.

- I didn't know Mack
was expecting a visitor.

- Well, it's a surprise.

Shh.

* *

[cell phone ringing]

- Look, Aidan,
there's a lot of things

you need to consider, man.

- Hello, Paolo.

[brakes grinding]

* *

- How did you get this number?

- I got it
from your little friend.

She's very obliging, good kid.

Smart.

* *

- What do you want?

- You, of course.

You know how this works.

Iona Beach, 2:00 p.m.,
come alone.

Don't try anything,
and she should be fine.

* *

[no audio]

* *

[bird crying]

- You got another warrant?

- Why didn't you just tell me

you were out
on your dad's boat?

- What?

- During the mill robbery.
Why didn't you just tell me?

- Because
if you actually knew me,

you know I'd never do
anything like that.

- That's fair.

- [sighs]

- Aim, something happened
to me in Brisbane.

[groans softly]

I screwed up at work.

I didn't have anyone,
and so I came back here...

and something's happened today.

- You're not giving me a ton
of information here, Piper.

- When we were teenagers,
we had problems all the time,

but it didn't matter to me
that much....

because I had you.

We'd sit under the cabbage tree

and drink a box of stolen wine
and sort out each other's shit.

Then I left town, and I said
I would call and check in,

and I didn't.

I just didn't.

You needed me,
and I wasn't there.

I left.

Now I need you again.

I need you.

And I need to say I'm sorry.

[serious music]

* *

- [sighs]

* *

Come with me.

* *

Take you back?

- All that's missing
is the cheap red.

[both chuckle]

* *

When did--
- The day you got back.

* *

All right.

Lay it on me.

[water stops]

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
[engine turning over]

- 5, 10--oh, 15...

25,

27.

[scoffs] 10 grand.

[light music]

* *

[birds cawing]

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Send her over, Farah.

* *

Did he hurt you?

- I'm fine.

- The keys are in the hearse.

Go find Piper
and tell her everything.

- Mack, I--
- Shut up.

Do it, now.

* *

- You're a hard man
to find, Paulo.

- I know. I didn't want
to make it too easy on you.

[groans, breathing heavily]

Hey, hey, listen.

Hey, Farah, I got the money,
all right?

So you can kill me now, or you
can kill me in ten minutes

when you walk away with over a
million dollars in your pocket.

How does that sound?

* *

- I'll kill you now.

- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

That idiot reverend--
he came back.

I got him.

I got his money, all right?

It's yours.

Farah, in a couple of days,

you're going to be back
on a plane to Chicago, okay?

You're going to have
to report on your trip.

I've been in front of Lorenzo.

I know how scary that is,

but he's not
your real issue, is he?

I've only met Antoinette once.

That was enough for me.

And that was only about
a little territory squabble.

I would imagine
that avenging her son's death

just carries
a little bit more weight.

My point is that you and I--
we're basically the same.

We both trade
on our reputation.

And me--
I'm just trying to imagine

what your reputation
is going to be like

when people realize

that you not only lost
Antoinette's money...

[chuckles] But you got
your ass kicked by a reverend.

Farah, there is a middle-aged
theologian out there

who will tell anyone
who listens

about how he buried you.

So...

I give you him,
I give you the money,

and I'm gone forever...

because you killed me.

Nobody has to know.

- Swimming pool.

- We live on the beach, mate,
and you can't even swim.

- Helicopter.

We buy a helicopter--
investment.

- You know what the rev did

only gets us an extra few
hundred bucks a week, right?

Mate?

- Secondhand helicopter--
investment.

- You can't just say
the word "investment"

and it makes it an investment.

- Things are looking up
for you two, huh?

You guys want to get paid,

you better help me
keep the rev alive.

- Killing Lewis was a mistake.

I'm going to make
you regret it.

- No, I enjoyed it.

[dramatic music]

* *

- He was out of the game.

He ran a gym.

He took care of people.
He kept kids off the street.

And you, you twisted, sick...

You brought a kid into play.

There used to be rules
against that.

There used to be a code.

- Tell yourself whatever lies
you like, Paulo,

but don't lie to me.

You put her in play,

just like you put that
stupid friend of hers in play

the moment you called him.

You know it, and I know it.

- Good day, fellas.
[sniffs]

I'd drop that if I was you.

Hey. Down.

* *

- Want to jump
out of the car, Rev?

- Welcome to the family.

I'll take those.

- Have a good one.

[van door closes,
engine turning over]

[upbeat funky music]

- Get in the car!

* *

- Where to, Rev?

* *

- This is up there, bro.

- What's that?

- Some of the crazier things
you've done,

and this includes us
swimming a keg of beer

across to the island.

- [chuckles] Yeah.

[Amy clears throat]

[soft music]

* *

- Hey.
- Hey.

- When did you get a suit?

- When I found out
you were moving back to Clump.

When did you get
the dress suit?

- [chuckles]
- What do you call it?

- Five minutes ago from Amy.

- Thank you.

You ready?

- Terrified.
- Yeah, me too.

- Good. Good.

Where's the rev?

- He's never
where you want him to be.

- What do you mean?

- Oh, he disappeared yesterday
just when we needed him.

He should have said
a few words.

Still, Ron and I managed
to launch the satellite

without a hitch,
safe and secure.

- Mm, depends on your
definition of safe and secure.

[laughter]
- Thanks.

Biggest cross in far
North Queensland, iconic.

He really should
have been there.

- Do you remember
what time he left?

[dramatic music]

- Hey, it's all good, Pipes.
He'll show.

* *

- Oh, my God.

No, he won't.

Sorry.

* *

- Daisy!

Daisy!

Daisy!

- Don't you move.

- Piper, I need--
I need you to trust me, okay?

- I need to trust you?
I did trust you!

- [shouts]
Okay. I know you did.

Yeah, I know you did,
and I am so grateful for that,

but I need us to go right now.
- I talked to you.

I told you things.

I don't even know your name!
- Okay.

Okay, Piper, I'm going
to turn around.

I need you to look
me in the eyes.

All right.

[panting] I will tell you
everything, I promise you.

I'm going to tell
you everything,

but right now, there is
a very dangerous man coming,

and he will kill us both
if we don't leave--

- Stop.

You lying piece of shit.

- I am.
No, you're right, I am.

I'm all of that,
but we need to go.

Please, Piper.

- All of this, the chop-chop,
the bikies, the mill.

The mill was you, wasn't it?
- It was me, all right?

It was all me, but I will
explain it later, okay?

Right now we just need to go.
- You were going to marry us.

- Piper, listen to me.
Listen to me.

You're not going to shoot me.

Just listen to me, okay?
We need to go.

We need to go right now.
Please.

Come on, Piper, come on!

- I'm arresting you
on suspicion of--

Who the hell are you?

- Piper, shoot him.

Shoot him.
- Stop.

- Piper, shoot him.
Shoot him now.

- Stop.
- Piper, shoot him!

- [yelps]

[gunshot]

* *

[car horn honking]

[gunshots]

* *

[yells]

* *

- Who are you?

- I have no idea.

- Thank you.

- Don't thank me.

[laughs]

Whoo!
[laughs]

[quirky music]

* *

- What am I supposed to do now?

* *

- You tell me.

* *

[phone chimes, line trills]

- Farah, you've
had long enough.

We are moving to plan B.

I will deal with this myself.

[dial tone drones]

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