All language subtitles for The Tourist s02e06.eng

DOOR UNLOCKS

You've got a visitor.

Helen! My God, what are you doing
out of the hospital?

I'm fine, really.

Doctors are OK with you being
up and about, I guess?

I said I'm fine.
But you got shot! I know.

Hey.

Helen...

...you don't honestly think that...

Christ, if I killed him,
don't you think I would have made

some half-decent effort
not to get caught?

They found a gun.

Your prints are all over it.

Look, I-I wanted to do it.

But I couldn't.

I didn't kill him.

That's not who I am.

You know, it turns out
that you can dream

in a coma.

You know, I dreamt that I woke up
and we went back to Australia.

We moved in together.

Sounds nice.
It was.

For a bit.

I was stuck in this apartment.

I couldn't stop looking into
that plane crash.

I was trying to figure out who
Elliot Stanley was, and...

...and I was digging into everything.

I just... I couldn't let it go.

You don't trust me.

I...

I don't know you.

I don't know who you really are,
and that...

God, I wish that I was different.

I wish that I could just be happy.

We still can be.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

SHE SOBS

I love you.

I love you too.

But it's not enough.

I wouldn't have been much older
than you when my dad passed.

It wasn't at the hands
of a damn Cassidy, mind.

Though I've seen my share of that.

A father's not supposed to live
to see the likes of this, Fergal.

It's not the order of things.

Did you hear who they have locked up
in a cell right now?

Whose prints were found on the gun
left by your father's body?

Eugene Cassidy.

Fucking Eugene motherfucking
Cassidy!

Now, I'll tell you something else

that's not in the natural
order of things, Fergal -

when your own father
kills your own father.

He's not my father.
Which one?

You'll get through this,
do you hear me?

Because you're a McDonnell.

Aren't you?!

Yeah, I am.
Well, say it then, boy!

I'm a McDonnell.

And you have this chance now, son...

...to live up to the name
that this family gave you...

...to live up to the kind of man
that your father knew you could be.

Are you ready for that?

Yeah.
Are you really, though?

I'm fucking ready.
Yeah, you fucking are!

Now, you do this for your dad -

for my boy.

You do this for him,
and he'll be clapping and cheering,

you know that?

So who are you?
I'm a McDonnell.

You're a McDonnell.

DOOR UNLOCKS

You can go.

Just like that?

I wouldn't go leaving the country, mind.

I don't think you'll get too far.

Right.

Right, OK. Noted.

There he is.

I guess you're the reason
they let me just walk out of there?

Actually, no.

I used to have a lot more gardai
I could pass a wink at.

But this -
this is Frank McDonnell's doing.

Getting someone killed while they're
behind bars can be complicated.

Simpler this way.

Christ.

Don't worry. Even they're not
daft enough to do it outside

a garda station.
I didn't kill Donal.

Somehow, I don't think Frank's
going to believe you.

But I didn't.

You're with me now, Eugene,

and I promise you I will not
let anything happen to you.

Come on.

Where are we going?
Cassidy's.

Family pub.
There's a meeting this evening

to knock this McDonnell shit
on the head once and for all.

Fuck's sake.

You've had a hell of a time of it.

Let's get you back.
Get you a drink.

This whole Cassidy-McDonnell thing,
it's...

It's not my fight.

I just keep getting dragged into it, but...

...it belongs to Eugene, not me.

We're family, son.

We're all each other's got.

I think I know why I ran away.

Donal killed my brother
because he thought it was me.

I get his wife pregnant,

he comes after me,

but my brother ends up with
a bullet in his back.

Do you still want me
to come with you?

This is your home, Eugene.

PHONE BUZZES

What?

I, er...

I need to borrow a car.

Why are you asking me
to borrow a car?

Because I need to borrow a car.

Oh, good shitting gracious,
you're exhausting.

It's true!
LAUGHTER

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I love it, yeah. Yeah.

OK, I have to ask - what the
flippers are you doing?

Helen!
Helen!

I heard you were out of hospital.
I'm so happy.

You were supposed to
turn yourself in.

I'm not sure what you're
talking about, shortbread, but, um,

me and my new buddy Ruairi here,
we were...

I'm guessing your new buddy Ruairi
didn't tell you

that he kidnapped me.

Come again?

He locked me in his basement.

Wait, so, the thing you told me
about in the bar -

the bad thing...?
I was going through a lot,

and I let her go - no harm.
Are you going on holiday together?

Well, now, what happened was,
we, um...

I met Ruairi at a bar, and he
was at something of a low point,

as was I. We've decided just to get
a bit of perspective,

to see the world.
So I got a carer in for my mam,

and now we're actually off to
Budapest to see the famous...

Say, what is it we wanted to see
in Budapest again, Ethan?

Tickets were cheap, Ruairi,
is the actual reason.

They were astonishingly cheap.

You have responsibilities.

Not just as a police officer,
but also as a human being.

I'm really not going to do that
sort of thing ever again, though.

I haven't known him that long,
but I really believe him.

Is your man not with you?

Actually, Elliot's been arrested.

Not that it's
any of your business.

No, but they let him go.
Didn't you hear?

The way I understand it is Frank
McDonnell wants him free so that...

...he's an easier target and all.

Well, that's not...

He's a grown man, and he's not...

Look, the point is
you need to do the right thing.

No, I know.

It's not my responsibility.
It's... It's not.

What will happen to Elliot now?

I don't know. Nothing good.

Well, I'm not getting involved.
SHE SIGHS

OK, look, I really hate
myself for asking this but, um...

...Ruairi, I need your help.

Hey.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

Well, I said in the message
that I'd be here, didn't I?

It's just, given everything that
happened at the hotel and that...

Why do you think I picked somewhere
where there'd be lots of people?

Right. Smart.

I thought you chose it cos there's
a really good sandwich shop here.

They do, like, a chicken baguette
with hot sauce. It's unbelievable.

Yeah, no, I, er,

I didn't choose it because of
the baguette with the hot sauce.

Right.

Look, er...

...I didn't kill your dad.

And you've... You've no reason
to believe me, but...

...I wanted you to hear it from me.

I don't care.

He wanted me to bring you to 'em.

Him and Frank.

Said that you'd be soft with me
and all I had to do was call you.

Right.

Yeah, your mum told me that
they had something planned for you.

That they did.

Look, whatever your mam
took from Frank,

he wants it back really fucking bad.

Yeah.

Look!

That's the chicken baguette
with the hot sauce.

I mean, look at your man.
He's like...

He's like the cat that got
the chicken baguette, he is.

Your message said
you wanted my help.

I'm not going to do
what Frank wants.

Which means I can't stay at home, cos...

You know, you cross Frank...

You think your own grandfather
would hurt you?

I know he would.

So what do you want?
A safe place to stay.

I don't have any money to leave
the country, but,

you know, I thought I could try
that thing where you hide

in the last place anyone would ever
think to find you.

My mother?

How do I know I can trust you?

Well, I helped you
get off the island, didn't I?

And...

...if you don't...

...then...

...then I'm dead.

Come on.

No worries, I got it.

We've got it from here,
you Cassidy fuck!

TYRES SCREECH

Hey, Kieron! Listen, I'm
looking for the last-known address

of Elliot Stanley's widow.
Would that be...?

No, I know, long time ago. I know.

All right, Kieron.
Appreciate that.

Thanks. Thank you. Bye.

Bye-bye-bye. Bye.
Bye, bye, bye.

So he's not at his desk right now,

but he's going to call back
when he gets the address.

Great.

Look, I appreciate the help,
but you didn't have to,

you know, come with me.

Ah, but you know, what if
I get this lady's address

and you go there and she won't
answer your questions?

Different story if an officer
of the law is stood beside you.

And I know that you didn't ask,
but, er,

I'm here because I want to show you
that I have changed.

This is a chance for me
to do something truly good

and selfless by helping you.

That and I didn't want
to go to Budapest on my own.

Apparently, they don't let you
wear shorts in the baths.

You know, and it's not that
I'm embarrassed,

it's just that I don't want them
to feel embarrassed. You know?

We all should have just left
while we could.

I mean, this whole thing's probably
just a waste of time anyway.

It could be,
but your man's in danger,

and you don't seem like the type to
just walk away when you could help.

He's not my man any more.

Hmm! Not your man, eh?

The plot thickens!
PHONE BUZZES

Maybe I'm just looking for excuses.

Holy cow! Well, that's something.

What?

Kieron just sent the address.

You're never going to believe
where she lives.

DOORBELL TINKLES

SHE CHUCKLES
Ah.

Ruairi Slater!
Who knew you had so many friends?

Who knew you had any friends,
come to think of it?

Ah. All right, Deirdre?

Well, look, listen,
this is Helen Chambers,

and she's some questions
I'd love you to answer.

Oh!
Am I in some sort of trouble now?

Should I lawyer up?

No, no, no, it's nothing like that.
You're not in any trouble.

Um, I was just hoping
to talk to you about...

Did you used to be married to a man
named Elliot Stanley?

This is you and Elliot?

It is. Hard to believe
I used to look like that, isn't it?

Not at all.
Oh! You're a good liar you are.

So I understand that your husband
went looking for a drowned plane,

along with a woman
named Niamh Cassidy?

Right. She's the cunt
that killed him!

That word is really not OK
to say any more, Deirdre, all right?

That kind of talk
will get you cancelled

faster than a no-pants TikTok.

Ethan.

My Elliot was a diver.

He got a bit of fame
back in the day,

finding sunken wreck,

so Frank hired him to find a plane.

And they got to be good friends.

Peas in a pod.

So where does Niamh Cassidy
come into all of this?

I never knew he had anything to do
with Niamh Cassidy.

Not until after he was gone.

That's when people started to talk.

They said they saw my Elliot getting
into a taxi with Niamh Cassidy.

And then she came back
that afternoon,

covered in mud.

My Elliot was never seen again.

You think Niamh killed him?

Oh, she killed him all right.

Whatever they found
in that plane together,

she buried it out there
in the dirt.

Out where? I mean, do you remember
where they went together?

I'm afraid I don't.

It's all second-hand to me.

Gossip and such.

All I know is that they were
picked up in a taxi together,

and then she was dropped off
in the middle of town...

...on her own.

A taxi?

Diamond Express Cars.

Yeah, I remember that,
because people used to say,

if you get covered in mud,
they're the ones to call.

Thank you so much for your time.

Appreciate it, Deirdre.

Hey, I don't suppose
you know of Eugene Cassidy?

Oh.

Niamh Cassidy's boy?

Oh. How is he?

Er, he's OK. Ish.

He put it about a bit, my Elliot.

Let's just leave it at that.

Small towns like this...

...a lot happens.

Oh. OK.

Thanks again.

Put your seat belt on there,
would you?

RADIO GOES IN AND OUT OF STATION

What do you think she's
going to say? Who?

Your ma.

ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS
Ooh!

No.

Put your seat belt on,
would you, please?

Hocus Pocus
by Focus

What about this one? Come on,
this one's, like, a classic.

I think we're being followed.

What the fuck? You might want to
put your seat belt on now.

Oh! You know that's a red light?

CAR HORN BEEPS

I think we lost them.

Whoa, bikes!

Watch out!

Are they following us too?
Looks like it.

Hang on.

The yellow one's back.
There's two of them!

Yeah, I fucking know.

Tractor!

Fuck. Where did you learn
to drive like this? No idea.

Hold on.

Can you see anything?
Well, obviously fucking not.

Take your seat belt off.
Why?

Just do it!

Wait, is that a fucking cliff?!

Hey, it's Ned.

Ned Tooley.

OK.
Tell Frank we found Eugene.

Me and the boys,
we took out his little bodyguard.

Put the fear of God right up him

so hard he's after driving himself
off a fucking cliff.

Make sure you tell Frank, now, yeah?
The Tooley boys -

we took care of business.

Put in a good word,

because we're looking to move up
in the organisation, like.

Frank specifically ordered
that Eugene Cassidy not be hurt

or approached by anyone.

Nah, I heard that, er, that...

Ned Tooley, was it?

I'll make sure Frank knows
your name, Mr Tooley.

He'll want to put the bullet in
your stupid fucking head personally.

Fuck.

You OK?
Yeah, I'm OK.

That was crazy.
Fucking hell.

Right, we can't hang around.
Come on.

Are you sure you want to lug
that thing about?

It's a long way on foot.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure.

Right, come on.

Hello?

Hello!

Er, hi.

Forgive me.
These are uncertain times.

You never know who might
be at your door.

Er, look, you don't by any chance
keep records, do you,

of the trips you make -

drop-offs, pick-ups,
that sort of thing?

We do file our jobs on the system, yes.

What date are you looking at?

Well, it's 42 years ago.

42 years?!

Look, I know it's
kind of a long shot.

HE LAUGHS

Come in.

My dad was a meticulous man.

He never had a hair out of place.

The kind of person who would
lock the door three times.

And he wrote down, in his neat
handwriting, every little thing.

Yeah? Well, that's amazing.

Yes.

He loved order, my father,
but loving something is not enough.

This way.

Wow.

I saw my dad on weekends and
holidays and I thought I knew him.

And then he died and I moved here
and I found this room.

Why did you keep it all?

Because they remind me
of who he really was.

My memory is of the man
without a hair out of place,

but the reality, well,
you're looking at it.

So you think there's a record
of what we're looking for in here?

I have no idea, but if it's
anywhere, it's certainly in here.

OK, thanks.

SHE EXHALES HEAVILY

OK.

You're very quiet.

I was just thinking a lot of
bad shit's happened lately.

Like an owl flying over a house,
you are.

It's bad luck.

Thanks.

You know the worst part about
my dad dying is, um,

I kind of feel like
it's my fault.

No, really, it's not.

It's just, like, I wanted him dead
so many times,

and I'd see my ma missing some
teeth, or have a black eye,

and all I could think was,

"I hope that fucker gets
what's coming to him."

But, um...

...it doesn't really feel that great
to think like that any more.

You didn't do anything.

I know I said I don't care about him
being dead and all that, but...

...but I do.

Um...

Look, why are you doing this?

Why are you risking your bollocks
to help me?

Yeah, I spent a lot of time
worrying about who I am.

You know, I can't change the past, but...

...I can keep my eyes wide
fucking open and...

...and think about the next step
I take.

Try to do the right thing.

How do you know
if it's the right thing?

Well, that's the shitter.

You don't.

Oh!

Ooh!

So are you trying to get
back together with him, or what?

Is that what this is?
You what now?

You said that you
and Elliot Nicearms had broken up,

yet, here we are.

He's in trouble, I...

Look, maybe this is all some stupid
long shot, but maybe I can help.

Well, I'd do the same
for either of you.

Well, actually maybe not you.

Oh, no, I respect that. Ha.

You left your whole life behind to
travel the world with this fella.

Sure as my name is
Ethan Ignatius Krum,

you've still got all the feels
for him.

It doesn't matter how I feel, OK?

Because when the person
that you love tells you that

they didn't kill someone,
you're supposed to believe them,

aren't you?
What? Wait, who's he killed now?

No-one!

I mean...

I don't know! I...

Maybe he did, maybe he didn't,

but, either way, it just keeps
making me think

about everything he's done before.

And, I mean, what kind of future
can we have

if we're just always
running from the past?

Is that from a song?

Look, I am going to do my best
to help,

and then...

...then I am going home.

Alone.

Can we just get back to work?

We're running out of time.

John Denver.
It's John Denver, isn't it?

OK, then, Mr Tooley.

Sounds like it's your lucky day.

Frank, no-one was in the car.

What? Are they sure?

100%.

Which means your grandson
is still with him.

Good.

That's it up there.

Cassidy's Pub.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Don't worry. You're with me.

I don't think
this is your best idea.

Believe me, I'd rather be anywhere
doing anything else right now.

Come.

I thought they were fucking joking

when they told me you were
walking in here with a McDonnell.

What're you playing at, Eugene?
I'm not playing at anything.

The boy needs help.
Help, is it?

Have you lost your mind?!
He was scared.

He had nowhere else to go.
Sit him there.

Come on, lads.

What's in the bag?

What's in the bag,
you McDonnell fuck?

This is bollocks.
Come on, Fergal, let's go.

Why don't you just take a look?

I've got a better idea.
Why don't you show us?

Just in case
it's of the exploding variety.

There's nothing in the bag.

Right, Fergal?

Tell them there's...
there's nothing in the bag.

Over there!

Socks.

Snacks.

It's a load of...

...snacks and clothes and bollocks.

You can lay off him now.

He's not going to
cause you any trouble.

Is that so now?

So?

Every fucker in here's
carrying at least two.

I'm a McDonnell.
Of course I have a gun on me.

You walk into my house
carrying a weapon.

You think that's not an act of war?

OK, OK, it's not like he came here
to... To what?!

Can you put the gun down?!

What is it you did come here for, boy?

Needed some place safe.

Liar!

You've nothing in your pockets
but ash and lipstick

for your fucking Judas kiss!

Back off.

You've done enough, Eugene.

Walk away.
Just put the gun down.

Frank sent him here to kill me,

so he needs to be put down.

Same way I did his father.

You?

You stood by while I got arrested?

And let go.

Only so Frank could get there easier.

Helen left here thinking I did it!

Call Frank.

Tell him his grandson's about to
get his feckin' head blown off,

and does he want front row seats?

You can leave whenever you want to,
boy. What about him?

I'm not going to hurt
your precious bastard.

I get Frank here,
I take care of what I need to,

and this idiot can go on with
his lifetime pursuit

of masturbation and ignorance.

Hey!

You don't believe I won't hurt him?

I think I'm going to stick around
just to make sure,

if that's all right.

Grand.

That's grand.

HELEN SIGHS

Oh.

Hey!

Where did you get that from?
A delicatessen.

Or deli, as it's often referred to
by lazy people

who can't say whole words.

Oh. But, like,

when did you get it?

15 mins ago.

You were ensconced.
It's very delish.

I, um, I could've gone for the,
er, chicken with hot sauce,

but I plumped for the rabbit bap.
Rabbit?

Yeah, rabbit.
It's, um, it's nature's, er...

...well, rabbit I suppose.

Oh, sweet Jesus!
I know. It's unusual.

No, it's...

I found it.

I actually flipping found it.

Ah!

Let's go.

No-one fires until I say so.

He's on his way.

Well, then, now we've got ourselves
a fucking party.

This must be the place.

The payphone's still here.

Yeah, around these parts,
we don't get rid of anything. Ha-ha!

It's like we don't want to
forget the past, you know.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse us, that's the station.

Oh!

Elliot Stanley's widow heard
that Niamh got dropped off

and then walked through town
with mud all over her.

So I think that
whatever she took from Frank,

she must have buried it.

Somewhere near here.
Look, I don't want to be the, er,

Dennis Downer of this
long-awaited barbecue,

but it was 42 years ago.

I know. I asked her about it,
at the hospital

and the way she answered...
I know she didn't throw it away.

I... It's got to be around here.

We just have to find something, anything.

There's a situation developing
outside Mama Cassidy's place.

A potential all-out-war situation.

Is he there?

Whatever we find here -
if we find anything -

you can't be going there.

Well, I may have to.

You'd be going on your own.

A garda on the scene
would only make things worse.

OK, just one thing at a time.
I mean, we found the needle

in the haystack at the taxi firm.
Now we just...

We just have to find the haystack
in this... endless row of fields.

The old team is back together.

OK, you go that way.

Hey.

Hey!

Someone's been digging here.

What are you thinking?

Probably the same thing
Niamh thought 42 years ago...

...wish we'd brought a shovel.

All right, stop right there.

You think I'm going to stand here
and let you search me?

You want to shoot and start World
War III out here on the street,

you go ahead.

That's close enough.

I see this place hasn't changed.

Still selling that old piss.

It'll be a cold day in hell

the day I sell a bottle
of McDonnell's whiskey.

Hmm. So I'm here. What happens now?

Now? You send your men home.

Then I let your grandson
walk out of here.

And then what?

You put me down, is it?

Something like that.

Your boy has inherited
your weakness, I see.

My grandson betrayed me...

...and turned to you for mercy.

The same man that killed his father.

No, that wasn't me.
You wanted me dead, Frank McDonnell,

you should've had the fortitude
and gonads to do it yourself,

instead of sending a boy
to do a man's job.

I can't argue with that.

I'll show you what
he was supposed to bring.

MURMURING

Jesus Christ!

Too much fucking Cassidy
in the bones, I guess.

Please don't be kicking
a bomb at me.

You want to end this?

We can bring
the fucking roof down, Niamh.

You know they came up with a term
for it back in the Cold War.

Fucking history lesson again?
Mutually assured destruction.

Everyone dies and no-one wins.

Is that what you want
to happen here?

How about this?

I walk out of here right now
with my grandson,

and we all go back
to minding our own business.

It's time, Frank.

Time to bring this to an end.

Everyone you love is here.

You're willing to risk
everyone's lives?

Maybe I am.
For the record, I'm not.

Not your choice, Eugene.
Would you just fucking stop?

This is insane.
You're willing to die

and for everyone else in here
to die for what?

Somewhere in that head of yours,
you know exactly for what.

Call your people off,

or I kill him.

No.

Please! You don't have to do this.

DOOR BURSTS OPEN

Excuse me. Sorry.
She said it was important.

She's not armed.

Er, here.

I found what your father sent you.
What?

What was in that plane.
No. No!

No! Where the hell did you...?
No, don't you fucking dare.

Out of my way.
What are these?

Love letters.

These are what Niamh buried
way back when.

These are what she found
with Elliot Stanley

and left him for dead -

all so that
he couldn't give them to you.

Love letters.

Very beautiful, heartfelt...

...honest...

...and, at times,
really quite raunchy, love letters.

From your father to her mother.

They couldn't be together,
because of the family rivalry,

so they kept it quiet...

...even after he got her pregnant.

Look at the date on that,
would you, Frank?

Why don't you say hello
to your sister?

We're not blood.

We've spilt too much of each other's
to be anywhere fucking near that.

Why?

Why didn't you show them to me?

Get out of my way.
This is enough. Enough of this shit!

Move!
You're going to have to shoot me.

By yourself. You don't get your man
to do it like you did with Donal.

You stand there,
you look me in the eye,

and you shoot me.

Lot of, um,
potential for incest here,

what with the, er,
the two families and...

I'll... I'll just wait outside.

Sorry, sorry.

Why did you keep them? Why
didn't you just fucking burn them?

I tried.

But they were my mother's.

And you can't just
burn your history

and pretend it never happened.

If you can't forget the past,
then what hope is there?

I can't forget.

I won't!
DOOR SLAMS

You came back.

I thought you couldn't forget
about the things I did.

Then... Then what hope is there?

Honey!
DOOR CLOSES

I'm home.

Got to tell you, Dutch people,
as well as inventing Dutch courage

and splitting the bill by going
Dutch, are very nice people.

I kept trying to think of other
sayings with Dutch in them,

on the way home, but nada.

Hey, look.

New business card.

"Helen Chambers,
private investigator."

Kind of like how that sounds.

Yeah. It's great.

Are you OK?

What is that?

Er, that, my love, is the life
and times of Eugene Cassidy.

The what now?

It's a file on me.

Someone saw the article in the paper
and tracked me down and sent it.

Why would someone have a file
on you?

I don't know.

I haven't read it.

Serious?

Look, I never asked what you found
out about the real Elliot Stanley,

in Ireland, did I?

Look, I don't care about who I was.

But...

...I can't make that choice for you.

SHE SIGHS

I don't need a file
to tell me who you are.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Great.

Dutch oven.

What? You were asking about
other Dutch things.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Um, I have a surprise for you.

Nils said that we can use
the Concertgebouw.

The what now?
Come on! Come on.

Couldn't find anywhere smaller, huh?

Nils did say if we break anything,
he's never talking to us again.

This is stupid.

Like, I can't dance, Helen.

Your mother was very clear
about this.

You CAN dance. You fly through
the air, apparently,

like a little woodpecker.

Woodpeckers don't fucking dance.
Elliots dance.

Swan Theme from Swan Lake
by Tchaikovsky

What am I supposed to do?

Just... whatever comes naturally.

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