All language subtitles for The Romeo Section s02e10 Final Measures.eng

Previously on The Romeo Section...

[Wolfgang]:
How much do you know about Michael Gary?

Michael Gary has been on the short list

to head the Intelligence Service.

A new godfather for a new world.

[Al]: Mr. Gary is one of the
authors of this, I take it.

He's a fucking gangster in a suit.

How much better off would we be

if men like that were eliminated
when the opportunity arose?

Honduras was a long time ago.

We don't do these things anymore.

Sonya Faye had traces of
scopolamine in her system.

Fucking scopolamine!

[Wolfgang]: The pathologist is
going to take the tox results

to her boss,

he'll take it to Homicide...

Nothing will happen,
you know this already.

This is how we're going
to get to Michael Gary.

It would be a perfectly easy thing

to drop a little poof of
this into his morning juice.

Then what?

[Norman]:
We get him talking about Sonya,

about Mustapha,

about his whole fucking game.

Before, you mentioned

you could get your hands on scopolamine.

- [snorts]
- Jesus Christ.

[snorts]

You know you just
snorted devil's breath.

Why are you fucking with me?

You wanted a test.

You got your test.

S02E10
Final Measures

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Are you fucking with me?

I honestly don't remember.

You don't remember going
to the golf course?

You went there packing a gun,

looking for Michael Gary.

Okay, that probably wasn't
the best course of action.

Neither was snorting
scopolamine up your nose.

Do you have any recollection of that?

Why would I do that?

You said you wanted

to test it and prove
to me that it was real.

And now you believe.

I don't believe it's the right approach.

I have another idea.

Let me try and convince you.

If you disagree, we'll do it your way.

It needs to be simple.

It's not without some challenges.

Put one in the woods on your right

and I'll show you the sweet spot.

That'll do.

It's got good cover.

Come in before sunrise...

and I lay in for two hours or so.

[Wolfgang]: There's no guarantee

that the weather's going to cooperate

or that he'll even be
out here every day.

In terms of making a good getaway,

we've got the service
road right behind us.

You're in the car,
we're off and away in seconds.

I don't love it.

Nice putt.

We could job it out.

Hire a man.

A freelancer?

Not for this one.

Your problem is

you don't trust anyone but
yourself to do it right.

You were always like that.

Hands on. Up close.

Solo.

That's so I know it's
done good and proper

and no one's the wiser.

I'd like to do it.

I'd like to be the one and
I don't care if I'm caught.

Don told me you have HIV.

I suspected he would.

We all gotta go sometime.

I think that in that
twisted heart of yours,

there's a glimmer of hope

that you're going to be
remembered for your sacrifices

when you do go.

Everybody wants to be
remembered when they go.

I'm no different.

The trouble is,

you take out Michael
Gary in broad daylight

in the middle of this golf course,

you're going to be spending the
rest of your days in prison.

Not if you make a last-minute appearance

and put a bullet in my
head after I shoot him.

Think about it.

Gary would no longer be a threat,

I'd die a martyr,

and you'd be celebrated

for your heroic attempt to prevent it.

Hell, you might even be able

to finally sell a few of your books

off all the publicity.

Any other ideas?

Accident.

A high-speed crash.

No collateral damage would be best.

There's always damage...

Copy that.

Check with me later.

Wolfgang McGee.

Wouldn't trust him an inch.

Slippery as an eel.

He's approached me.

He likes what I'm doing
with Global Standard.

I like his international experience.

I could use a good China hand.

He's been investigating you.

That's why he wants to join your firm.

Perhaps Professor McGee's
willing to play both sides.

He gave me that impression.

Sit.

My generation is on the
cusp of holding power.

Yours has another few years left,

but then it's step
aside or get run over.

The future does not get rosier.

Where you come from,

the toilet seats are heated

and water doesn't catch fire
when you turn on the tap.

"War is a racket," as the man once said.

Now the citizen watches
helpless and horrified

as their tax dollars get
pissed down the sewer,

the wars rage on,

the limousines just get longer.

People know that won't ever change.

But they also know

their hard-earned money

can be better managed

by experienced me from
the school of hard knocks,

who know how to play the game

when all rules have been set aside

and it's a global free for all

that has no signs of abating.

That chaos presents my shareholders

with a unique opportunity
that I cannot pass up,

or my competitors will eat my lunch.

Mr. McGee may wear

his righteous sentiments on
his sleeve for the moment,

but there will come a time

when he tucks them in his wallet.

Power tempts every man.

You've tasted it yourself,

and now you can feel it slipping away.

You no longer light up a room,

or strike fear in men,

but still, you cling

to what little influence you have left.

Let's use some of that

to make sure we get what we want.

Please set up an
appointment with Mr. McGee.

He's a useful man I think
we should be recruiting.

Right, then.

I'll check with your secretary
regarding your availability.

You've been a great help so far.

I won't forget that

when it comes time to settle accounts.

Excuse me for a second.

You don't look too pleased.

No, well, I just woke up

to realize the Devil's

sleeping on the other side of the bed.

He wants to hire McGee.

No doubt so the inquiry issue goes away.

I suppose that's the idea.

It's time for us

to leave those details in Gary's hands.

I'm going to go back to Ottawa

and start selling Al Crenshaw

all over town, okay?

It could probably use some fixing up.

It's a little neglected.

It's got a kitchen.

Fully equipped.

You could open up again.

People don't come here to eat.

They come here to score dope

and pick up hookers.

It's a good spot.

You could step it up a notch.

Get the fuck out

and stop bleeding all
over the fucking place.

Good morning.

You need something?

Frank wanted to see me.

And I thought I'd show Lana

what it looks like in daylight.

How's it lookin'?

Better with the lights down low.

Like everything else.

Frank's not here.

Frank!

Please forgive me, I was being squeezed.

Come on. You were stealing from us.

Don't come crying to me about it.

Get the fuck out. Go.

[door closes]

Look who's here finally.

I was expecting you last night.

I was caught up in a couple of things.

It's Lana, right.

Frank.

We should get you together
with the bookkeeper

to show you how we do things.

Can I borrow your man

for a few minutes?

I don't own him. He's a rental.

That's good to know.

I'll check out the place.

Yeah.

I'm getting a little anxious

about our deal coming through or not.

It's back and forth
like fucking ping pong

and I still haven't scored.

It's the fisherman.

I'm trying to bring him
down to the price you want,

but he's skittish.

I don't like being played chump

in somebody's negotiations
with another party.

That's not happening.

You're sure about that?
You're not being played?

He's not playing me and
I'm not playing you.

If I find out this fisherman is a ghost

and doesn't exist

and you're just playing with yourself,

I'm going to be pretty upset.

He's real.

He's a nervous fucking guy,
what can I tell you?

Lana!

Let me show you the kitchen.

The deal is this far from
falling off the table,

so think about how ugly it's gonna get

with Mei Mei and fucking Jimmy Wuah

when you gotta go out
there on the street

and start selling
flaps for a dime a pop.

Did you think about
what to do with Jimmy?

It's not my fucking problem.
You're my problem.

Just give me the 10 ki's.

Take care of Jimmy Wuah.

My whole game is gonna fall apart.

I can relate.

Where's my fucking cast?

Where the fuck is the cast?

The drivers got lost
coming from the hotel.

It's 10 fucking blocks away...

How do you get lost?

This is the third day in a fucking row

I'm losing three hours of shooting.

You gotta help me with this fucking guy.

Front me five ki's.

I gotta keep my man at the table.

First you deal with fucking Jimmy.

Get him out of my hair.

[Mei Mei muttering]

[Mei Mei]: I was kidnapped

and was driven around in the park

for the past two hours

by my own fucking driver!

Don't act like

you don't know who the
fuck you're dealing with.

Stop and talk to me.

I'm trying to save your fucking movie.

I'm here to help, okay?

I'm still here after
all the bullshit so far.

I'm here because you're here.

Because I believe in you.

Tell me what I have to do.

We're five days from
finishing the movie.

Five days.

If we can finish shooting.

We can hide out somewhere

while you cut the movie in peace
and show it to distributors.

You know Jimmy.

He's not gonna let you finish

if you don't cave in to his wishes.

Fuck him.

Exactly.

You like this condominium?

It's all right.

Little overpriced for me.

I have three of them.

This one and the one behind

and the one over there.

This one is for my mother.

That one is for my second wife.

That one is for my first.

They must feel lucky.

Lucky.

Yes.

You know much about the movie business?

I would say nope.

Tough business.

Too many crooks.

But it's a good business.

Interesting.

Lots of pretty girls.

Mei Mei was one of them
when I first met her.

Sixteen.

She is no longer 16.

She has a very short shelf life now.

Is that why you're
interested in her movie?

Because she's got a short shelf life?

Or because she's got a name
and people like her movies?

My movies.

They like my movies,

the ones with Mei Mei,

the ones without Mei Mei.

I think she doesn't understand that.

Maybe she thinks people come to see her.

I think they do.

But you don't know much
about the business.

I got a hunch.

You and everybody else got a hunch.

How did you make your money?

I guess I got lucky.

Right place, right time.

That's about it.

You invest in Mei Mei's movie?

Yeah.

Your own money or you
front for somebody else?

Why do you need to know?

Because I know how to make movies.

Movies that make money for people.

Movies that make people laugh and cry.

I want to make some of them here.

Why here?

Because I am in a
financial situation at home

that will take some
time to straighten out.

And I think maybe you can help me.

Me?

You think Mei Mei can make money.

You believe in her.

I do.

Do you?

I do.

I think she's got a
good movie she's making.

I think it could be a
big comeback for her...

Huge if it's handled the right way,

but she's not going to finish it

without another four or five million.

I've seen the footage.

It needs action.

It has no action.

It needs sex.

Nobody gives a shit about the Opium Wars

and how it fucked China.

They want more sex,

more action.

Maybe a joke or two.

Then I can sell it.

Can you raise four or five million?

You're asking me to invest
more money in her movie?

It's technically my movie.

You know her husband might have
something to say about that.

Wing Lei is my brother.

You mean that in like
you have the same mother?

No.

I mean like this.

You know I sold Mei Mei to him.

Uh, no.

Now he is selling her back.

Does she know that?

She knows it.

But she has the foolish idea
that she can be independent.

Maybe you and I together
can convince her

that's not in her best interest.

If you tell the drivers

to go back to work on Mei Mei's movie,

then we'll have something to talk about.

Okay.

[battle raging]

[horses whinnying]

Fan Fan!

Why are you still here?

The British are coming ashore.

They are burning the docks.

I cannot leave.

Fan Fan.

You must come.

You must come.

We will go together,

you and I.

I have no will to live.

[battle raging]

No will to live?

What would your mother say

if she heard you say such a thing?

After all she went through...

Her only child.

She sold me into misery.

Come,

before we end our lives
on this bloody bed.

We have already wasted so many years.

[battle raging]

Fan Fan. Come.

[battle raging]

Fan Fan. Come.

Cut.

All right, moving on.

Very nice, Mei Mei.

Xishi, fantastic.

Boss, there's a guy named
Rufus looking for you.

I don't know what you did,
but we got our drivers back.

What'd you do?

I told him

if he wanted to make
movies here in Vancouver,

he'd better start making
some Vancouver friends.

He might be able to stop

some of the drivers on this movie,

but his sets could catch fire
the same as anybody else's.

He said he was going to make movies

here in Vancouver?

Yeah.

Huh.

That's interesting.

He likes the crews.

He likes the tax credit.

He likes the fact

there's nobody chasing him
down the street with machetes,

trying to collect his gambling debts.

He's broke?

I made a few calls.

He's broke.

He doesn't have the
money he says he has.

He couldn't make Mei Mei's movie

if he wanted to,

but he can still scare a few people.

He's probably hustling around town,

trying to sucker some fools

into financing his movies.

I did my bit.

I got your drivers back to work.

I got the dope in the trunk of my car.

You think Jimmy Wuah makes good movies?

Good sometimes,

successful always.

You'd make a movie with him?

Any day of the week.

Here's the thing with him.

He's made a billion dollars

and lost it,

and made it back again.

Right now he's down on his luck,

but he's like the fucking stock market,

you wanna get in at the bottom.

One good thing about Jimmy,

when he's riding high

he's got a hit movie or two out there,

he throws money around

like he's campaigning for office.

Now go get me some cash.

I overheard somebody saying

Gary was leaving town tomorrow night.

That's a pretty short window.

We're going to get away clean
or we're not going to do it.

Get away clean?

We don't want a couple
of fucking ratcatchers

like ourselves

hunting us down after the fact.

You, indeed, may be dead by that point

and won't give a shit,

but I intend to be under a palm tree

sipping a whiskey and
wishing not to be disturbed.

Jesus.

Gentlemen. How's things?

Good.

You're staying at the hotel?

Yeah, for another day or so.

It's a busy time for me.

We should have a drink sometime.

You still have my number?

I do.

I'll chase her down.

I've got a meeting,

so we should talk about
the getaway for a moment.

The wrap-up and the spin.

I'll introduce you briefly,

then I'll leave you two alone.

He's predisposed towards you

so don't fuck it up.

He's knows I'm investigating
the stadium bombing?

He does,
but he doesn't hold it against you.

He knows it's your job
that pays you money.

Mr. Crenshaw.

Mr. Gary is ready for you now.
Please come in.

[door closes]

Mr. McGee, good to see you.

It's my pleasure.

I understand you and Mr. Crenshaw

go back a ways.

We do.

I met Wolfgang on one of
his original assignments.

A little mop-up operation in Nicaragua.

Then you hopped off to Panama?

Honduras.

Honduras.

Then he spent the next
decade in the East.

China mostly.

I bounced around.

Well,
I just wanted to make the introduction.

I'll leave you to it.

Thank you, Al.

Please, sit.

So, let's get down to it.

You've been investigating
the Quiller Inquiry.

I have.

On behalf of whom?

I don't get full
disclosure on these jobs.

I hand off my briefings
to an anonymous gentleman.

But we can assume it's someone

in an upper-management
government position.

I'm guessing you're correct.

What have you discovered?

It's a wandering trail.

Easy to get lost.

What sort of situation
would you be looking for

if you came to work for us?

Clandestine activities management.

You're also an academic?

Yes. I've always found

that field research
provides me a good cover.

Developing and recruiting assets.

Right.

I need a China hand.

We're making inroads there
quicker than anywhere else.

You've got the background there.

Fifteen years on the ground.

And before that,

Honduras, I heard Mr. Crenshaw say.

That's right.

We would have been there
about the same time, I think.

We might have even crossed paths.

I'd have remembered.

If we were to hire you on,

would you be available immediately?

No other obligations?

Nothing I couldn't get out of.

That's good to hear.

Well, I know I want to hire you.

Maybe you can tell me...

why would you like to work for us?

Busy down here.

Grand Central Station.

You here for the conference?

Not officially, no.

I don't know if anybody's
here officially.

It's Norman, right?

Good memory.

Al Crenshaw.

I know.

So,
how's the professor been treating you?

We're keeping busy.

So I hear.

Candy.

Hello again.

Can I buy you a drink?

Absolutely.

Vodka...

tequila...

Moving up fast.

Just doing business.

Maybe this is too small a town for you.

Maybe it is.

Who's got the money?

Frank.

He's in the office. Go on up.

Watch the bag.

You gonna count the whole thing?

I think I might.

What are you gonna do
with all this cash,

after you finish counting?

Put it to use.

How you gonna clean it?

Maybe pump some of it through the club.

No can do.

We're already maxing out.

That's my biggest fucking problem...

Getting the cash washed
so I can spend some of it.

Nothing more painful

than having a few million
under the mattress

and you can't spend it.

Good problem to have.

You'll have it soon enough,
you keep this up.

Seriously,

it's gonna be past my bedtime
before you finish counting.

Just take it.

If it comes up short, let me know,

I'll top it up.

I got other shit to do.

So how did your meeting
with Mr. Gary go?

Not what I expected.

I was surprised

how often I found myself
agreeing with him.

A very capable salesman.

He laid out a pretty cushy offer.

Cushy enough to knock you off of

whatever it is we're getting a whiff of?

Well, that's the idea.

Well, is it working?

We're meeting for
drinks later to discuss.

Good.

You can get in close.

I'm beginning to think

the long approach might be the way.

How long?

Let's just see where things go.

I already know where it goes.

You do, do you?

Yeah.

Any minute now,

you're gonna start making excuses...

We play it out

and we play it out,

and it goes on and on,

until finally, you cash a cheque.

Oh, fuck off.

It's a big revolving door.

Big enough for all of us.

Poor Norman.

We're all just here to disappoint you,

isn't that right?

That's been my experience.

I don't know if I can
count on you anymore.

What are you talking about?

The other day at the golf course,

you had your moment... Plenty of them...

But you waited,

and you thought about it
and you thought about it...

You fucking dithered.

You had your chance
to take out Mr. Gary,

and you didn't.

You know why?

You've lost your nerve.

You blinked, and he slipped away.

And that's the real reason

that the service blackballed you...

You'd lost your nerve.

For all your huff and puff,

you've lost it.

You're erratic.

You're all talk and no action.

I have a key to his room.

Where'd you get that?

I've got a few regulars.

That simple enough for you?

You got the money?

I got it.

You got a half a ton

of the best heroin
anybody's seen in years

locked down not too far from here.

I know you do,

because I'm the guy

who lifted it off the docks for you.

Your point is?

We're gonna have a problem

a lot bigger than this
movie pretty quick.

We're gonna have a shitload
of cash we can't invest.

We gotta launder it.

I'll take care of that
when the time comes.

Jimmy Wuah can help us with that

right now.

If that's what we want to do.

You wanna make movies with him?

Depends on the deal.

[loud crash]

[buzzer sounds]

People want to make movies with you.

All the time. They're begging me.

Why?

Because I make good movies,

and I give them a return
on their investment.

You launder their money?

What's your question?

If I got too much cash on my hands,

how can you help me?

You invest your cash
in one of my movies,

or I package a few of them.

Your money comes back at
70 cents to the dollar

direct to you

as a legitimate share of the box office.

And my movies do very well.

Because you inflate the numbers
of people in your theatres,

and pump dirty cash down the pipe

through the box office?

Have I got that right?

More or less.

You bought Mei Mei from Wing Lei.

That's right.

I could buy her from you.

You are an ambitious man.

[Rufus]:
You've made some successful movies

with Jimmy Wuah.

Yes.

You could work for him again.

No.

If you owned a big
piece of the box office?

If I owned a big piece of the back end,

first dollar out...

[Rufus]:
I finance the first couple of movies,

whatever Mei Mei wants to do...

Not this period movie,
something contemporary.

Okay,
so you back away from this picture,

these guys get to finish it

without any more of your interference.

My man, Tony,
produces her next two flicks.

It's got to be whatever
I decide to make.

Whatever she decides to make.

And you tear up all future rights

you own on Mei Mei.

Okay.

We have a deal.

As long as you can
deliver on your promises.

[Eunuch]: The seed of the nightshade.

You must be cautious.

Use only one seed.

One seed,
and he will sleep through the night.

Two, you will sleep day and night.

Three, you will never wake again.

Norman Rothman.

What of him?

I didn't realize he
was part of the team.

I didn't realize you were so interested

in the details of my operation.

I'm not.

I'm just remembering

some of the anecdotes
I've heard over the years.

Like what?

Well, like the one

about him getting himself
arrested in a crack motel

with two young men and
a diplomatic pouch.

We've all had our zipper trouble,
haven't we?

His problems

go far beyond the zipper, my friend.

Should anything go awry
for Norman or myself,

I'm expecting your hand to be there

to help guide things after the fact.

You're expecting things to go awry?

No, but if they do,

there will be another inquiry,

and this time, I think we
should be sitting at the table.

I'm in a better position
now to make that happen.

Good.

Who's this?

Homicide.

Detective Tanaka.

He's been helpful to us.

He might continue to
make an excellent asset.

Good.

Let me guess.

Alienated young man.
Military background.

Meets some new friends online.

Gets himself radicalized.

Warning signs ignored.

Gets his hands on a gun.

Next thing you know,

a liberal state senator is dead

on the front steps of the statehouse.

And all the buzzards get to come on TV

for another feeding.

It's becoming predictable.

It's more than predictable.

Look around.

Everyone's in a trance.

It's normal.

I have a few questions.

Fire away.

What's the long-term plan?

Prepare for the worst.

We've both seen what happens
when things collapse.

It's those at the
bottom who get crushed.

Trust in the government has evaporated.

I want to be...

Global Standard wants to be...

Where people can put their trust.

This things a mess.

[text alert sounds]

Shooter's dead.

Turned the gun on himself.

You've got boots on the ground there?

Of course. We're everywhere.

That's why I'm recruiting you.

Exactly how do I fit in in all this?

That would depend.

Are you dropping your investigation

into the Quiller Inquiry?

Why don't we finish our drinks

and then we can continue
this discussion,

somewhere in private?

Hold that.

What floor?

Nine, thank you.

- Here for the conference?
- Just a guest.

[elevator bell dings]

Before we talk numbers,

I want to hear more about you.

I've seen the showman.

Who's the man behind that?

That's the trick.

What you see is what you get.

I'm just a farm boy,
telling it like it is.

Telling it like it is. That's great.

I'm going to give you an opportunity

to do that.

Can you tell me what happened
on the 15th of August,

two years ago?

That was a case of very poor judgment.

What happened?

Why did it go wrong?

It did go wrong, didn't it?

It went wrong.

It was the boy.

Mustapha.

He lost his nerve at the last minute.

Refused to take the backpack,

didn't want to go through with it.

How did he die?

One of my operatives shot him.

That probably wasn't necessary.

It's a pity.

If that operation had been successful,

it might have changed

the outcome of the election that fall.

I don't know why I'm
suddenly so thirsty.

What was I saying?

We were talking about

the bombing at the baseball stadium.

How if that operation
had been successful,

it might have changed the
outcome of the election.

How do you know about that?

Did you put something in my drink?

Ready?

Go.

You can handle this alone?

Go downstairs.

Mingle.

Start the spin.

[crowd screaming]

I think somebody fell.

I saw it.

He jumped.

He jumped?

Oh, my.

Is Mr. Gary here?

I was supposed to meet him at the bar.

I thought you already did.

Not yet, no.

Excuse me.

It looks like something
going on outside.

[sirens wailing]

Go back upstairs and pack your bag.

You're leaving.

What happened?

Michael Gary. He's dead.

[police detective]: Back into the lobby.

Everyone inside. Everyone inside.

Let's go. Back up.

[man]: Did you see it?

I did.

It was on the top floor.

He stood there for a minute

and he just stepped off.

Oh, my God.

[Tanaka]: Let's get this whole area

taped off right away.

Find out which balcony he came off of,

on which floor.

[Tanaka]: Clear the area. Police.

I saw him drinking in the
bar earlier this afternoon

with a young woman in a blue dress.

[Tanaka]: Constables, come with me.

Excuse me.

He was on the top floor.

I saw him standing there,

and he... He just stepped right off.

This one's priority.

Excuse me.

Al Crenshaw,

acting Director of the
Intelligence Service.

Are you the only pathologist on duty?

I am. How can I help you?

The Service

is going to be bringing
in our own pathologist

for the Michael Gary post-mortem.

Yes, I just flagged the body.

Is your boss aware of this?

Yes, I've just spoken to him.

I've been expecting you.

May I have a look?

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