Tin Star (2017) s02e08 Episode Script

Subterranean Fire

1 Please It was an accident.
I didn't mean to hurt Jaclyn.
It was self-defence, I promise.
You think the Chief's gonna believe that? You and Angela left me no choice.
Can I ask you a question? What are we going to do with those drugs? I would have figured something out.
You ever do cocaine? I like speed, myself.
Then, the heroin got me.
Now, it's just the booze.
So, I'm clean.
- We moved in different circles.
- Yes, we fucking did.
You're what? You're PR, right? - PR? - Yes.
I used to murder people.
If I tell you where the drugs are, will you let me go? I'm done.
I'm fucking done! I've tried everything.
I got nothing left.
[SNIFFLES] [DOOR OPENS] [CAR TRUNK CLOSES] [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING] Here.
Caught me on a good day.
- Mum? - Yep? What are we doing? - We're improvising.
- What for? - 'Cause we have to do something.
- In case the cartel comes? - Can I ask you something? - Yeah, sure.
Were you another Helen? What? No.
Why would you say that? Did you know about her? Yeah.
Yeah.
And that was very painful.
But it wasn't her fault.
I'm asking if Dad got you pregnant with me as part of a job? No.
No.
In here.
[DOOR CREAKS] All right.
[SIGHS] - Thank you.
- My pleasure.
[LINE RINGING] [SPEAKING SPANISH] [CHUCKLES SOFTLY] this is over, don't you? [LAUGHING] Really you do.
Really? You lost their drugs.
- You lost their drugs.
- Whatever.
- You got one of their men killed.
- You killed that man.
You killed him.
They are not going to let this go.
You are so fucked.
Look at you.
You're pathetic.
Where is your fucking God, now? You're a godless fucking savage! I've had enough! Enough! Are you done? Right.
So, this is what's going to happen.
You're going to give them their drugs back, then you're gonna get back to your family before they get fucking killed, the whole fucking village And you're going to let them know what's coming.
Right? And I'll show you what to do.
Why don't you just go, now? I will fix this for you.
And then I'll get my family away from here.
[DOOR OPENS] [DOOR CLOSES] Hi.
You're making me self-conscious, now.
- Is this goodbye? - No.
It's thank you for letting me be part of this for a while.
- You'll always be welcome here.
- Thank you.
Are you sure you want to go back to them? Yeah, yeah, they're family.
And my dad will sort this.
I know he will.
That's a great act of faith, Anna.
[EXHALES] [DOOR OPENS] [CHUCKLING] - How long have we got? - Not long.
- When do you think we should tell her? - I don't know, Jack.
Can we just all have a day together? Just a day? Sarah.
I'm looking for a book for Thomas.
I'm leaving, now.
The Hans Christian Andersen? The Nightingale.
I have to make the delivery.
Have you nothing to say? What do you like me to say to you, Johan? One of their men is dead.
- Do you understand what that means for us? - Understand? Why would I understand anything about this world you've dragged me into? Do you understand what I'm about to do? You understand that.
Yes.
I love you.
Stay there, stay there.
- Hey.
What are you doing? - Come here to me.
- What are you doing, Mum? - Right.
Just stay there.
- You look gorgeous.
- Okay.
[JIM] There she is.
Thank you.
Thanks, Dad.
[THUNDER CLAPS] [SNIFFLES] Who gave you that? Take it.
I have spoken to your cousin, Samuel, in Nelson.
You can stay with them for a while, just until things settle here.
- Don't send me away, Mama.
- It's for your own good.
I don't want to go.
I understand, Rosa, but it's not safe here.
What about Thomas, do I take him, too? It's too much to ask of you.
You're too young.
Will Papa come home? Of course, he will.
[TRAIN HOOTING] [BREATHING HEAVILY] [MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES] [BREATHING HEAVILY] [WIND HOWLING] [DOOR SLAMS SHUT] [WINGS FLUTTERING] [BREATHING HEAVILY] [KNOCK AT DOOR] Good evening, sir.
- Where'd you like me to set up? - Anywhere there.
- Just here good for you? - That's fine.
That's great.
- It's a fucking tip.
- It's a lot.
Listen, if anyone asks, I'm in room 341.
e You send them up.
Then you call me.
Understood? Don't forget to call.
Certainly, sir.
Will there be anything else? - No, no.
- Have a great day.
- Remember, call me.
- Yes, sir.
You all right? Do you think of her? My mum.
Yeah, I do.
- Do you still love her? - I love you both.
You owe us, Jack.
Yeah, I know.
[SIGHS] [PHONE RINGING] Hello? - Mr.
Jackson? - Yeah.
You have a visitor.
Send him up.
[LIFT BELL DINGS] [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING] [KNOCK AT DOOR] Hello, Jack.
[INSECT CHIRPING] [MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES] Glad you came, Jack.
It's been long overdue.
I'm here because of the boy.
The boy.
Your son.
If it's Simon you're talking about, he's not my son, Jack.
- He's my nephew.
- Yeah.
He's that, too.
I'm here because of him.
Well, I don't know where you get your information from, Jack, but you're horribly mistaken, mate.
Horribly, disgustingly mistaken.
Hurtfully, I might add.
And I deeply resent the implication you're making, mate That you raped your sister? - That you had sex with your sister.
- Stop this filth, now.
- That you had sex with your own sister.
- Liar.
You.
Liar.
Can she hear me? She can hear me.
- Hello, Helen.
- [GASPS] Christ.
It's me, love.
Jack.
I'm sitting here with Frank.
Your brother.
Frank.
- You want to talk to her? - No.
zTalk to her.
I don't know what you're trying to achieve here, mate.
I've no idea.
You talk to her.
- Tell her you're sorry.
- Why don't you? - I am.
- Fuck you.
Talk to her.
Fucking talk to her.
Hello, sweetheart.
It's Frank here, love.
Frank.
I don't really know what to say, love.
Only I'm I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I know what I did, love.
And I shouldn't have.
I shouldn't have.
[CRYING] Please, forgive me.
Forgive me.
[CRYING] Yeah, it's not enough, is it? Oh, God.
- Up you get, Frank.
- Please don't.
- No.
- Get up, Frank.
Oh, don't be daft, don't be fucking daft.
[DOOR CLOSES] It's not over, Sarah.
I don't know how to solve this according to God's laws.
We'll not survive this without a fight.
If we abandon everything we believe in, what do we have left to fight for.
Our lives.
I have some money.
I can go anywhere.
I can be anything.
- You don't look happy about it.
- I am.
- You're not.
- I am.
- Liar.
You're shitting yourself.
- [CHUCKLES] [SNIFFLES] - You're going to be okay.
- Am I? Yeah.
I reckon.
You, too.
You're going to do well, don't forget your chores.
Okay? Don't let Papa get too down.
- I wish you'd let me drive you.
- I'll be fine.
Tell the Elders to call me when you arrive? We'll see you soon, yeah? Be good, Thomas.
[ENGINE STARTS] Go home, Anna.
Go home, and be with your family.
- She gone, then? - Yeah.
Probably, for the best.
She'll probably go off and win a rodeo or something.
- Can you even win a rodeo? - Dad, what are you doing? - You trying to cheer me up? - Yeah.
How am I doing? [CHUCKLES] - How old is she? - Sixteen.
- How old are you? - Dad, I'm nearly 18.
- When's your birthday? - Not for another three weeks.
Oh! Right.
[ANGELA SINGING] Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday to you Oh, my God.
Happy Birthday, Dear Anna Happy Birthday to you [WHOOPING] I love it.
Hmm Thank you.
Cheers to you, Dad, for shooting me in the chest.
Cheers to you, Mum, for teaching me how to shoot back, and for having as shit a singing voice as me.
Cheers.
And cheers to you, our bright and brilliant girl.
[HORSE WHINNYING] [HORSE NEIGHING]