The Tourist

- Yeah, it's-it's me. I...

I need to report a murder.

- So, you're not gonna tell me anything

about this Kosta guy, huh?

Like, maybe why he's so keen to spend

some face time with me?

- No idea, but a guy like that wants to talk to you,

chances are you've done something.

Thirsty.

Do you do this a lot?

You know, as a law enforcement officer,

do you break the law a lot, do you?

You don't feel bad at least?

I deal with the job at hand.

- What if the job at hand is to drown

an overweight five-year-old Belgian kid in the bath?

- Why would that be the job at hand?

Dunno.

- Well, why would you choose that?

- Well, it's hypothetical. I'm just saying, morally--

Belgian is very specific.

You know what I'm asking.

- I don't like this any more than you do.

- I'd say you enjoy it a little bit more.

- When you got six months to live, you start to see shit

a little more clearly, all right?

What's important.

Yesterday, I got a call out of the blue.

- Lachlan Rogers, welcome to the worst day of your life.

- Who is this? - Kosta Panigiris.

I think you would have heard of me, a man of your position.

Look at your phone. I sent you something.

Shut it off.

- You are looking for an Irishman.

Elliot Stanley is his name. I want you to bring him to me.

Or what?

- I thought you were supposed to be a detective.

And don't bother calling your police friends.

Not unless you really hate your wife.

Don't you fucking dare.

- Elliot Stanley means nothing to you.

So, it's either him or the woman you love.

It's not such a hard choice.

- Circumstances conspired against the two of us, Elliot.

We're both victims in this.

Right. Yeah, poor you.

Kosta, how much longer?

She won't bloody shut up.

Did you know she's a cop too?

Patience. Patience.

Stay calm. It's almost over.

Are you serious?

- I've been taken here at gunpoint.

I don't think having some of the guy's water

is gonna make things worse.

- Aren't you gonna at least wipe it first?

Listen--

- Start talking, you little fuck.

- He said he doesn't remember anything.

Since the accident.

Oh, fuck.

I've done what you asked.

- Mr. Lachlan Rogers in the flesh.

It's nice to meet you.

Where's my wife?

No, no, we are still hunting.

Play nice, and you'll see her again, soon enough.

Here, give me your phone.

Tell me what I want to know,

or we'll see what else can be done with this straw.

It's recyclable, you see?

Good for the planet.

Don't look at him.

Look at me.

It's hard to forget what you did.

So, let's start with the bag.

Where is it?

Or maybe she took it, in which case...

Okay. Okay.

I'll show you where the fucking bag is.

- Helen? - Now's not a good time.

- I just-I just need to talk to Elliot.

I figured you might know where he is.

- Well, you can't. - Please, okay?

I-I just want to tell him that he can stop running.

No, you don't get it.

- I'm gonna take care of things.

- I just watched a cop shoot another cop

right in front of me, and then-and then

he took Elliot with him, God knows where.

So, I'm-I'm sorry, Luci,

or Mel, or whatever the hell your name is,

but you're too late.

Wait. Wait. Take care of what things?

If you know something, you have to come down here, okay?

We're-we're at the Dusty Moon motel in Kalura Creek,

Honeymoon Suite.

Just come talk to the detectives, okay?

- The Honeymoon Suite? - Well, nothing happened.

- Yeah, I didn't assume that it would have.

- Look, look, Elliot is in trouble.

Like--like, big, fat trouble.

So, just--just tell me what you know.

Anything that could help me.

- Yeah, look, talking to the police

is pretty high up on my shit list, so no can do.

Ple--

Oh, sorry.

Hey!

- You must be Chambers. Sergeant Pam Renton.

- What took you guys so long? - Had to finish breakfast.

So, where'd it happen?

I was right there.

- Peter, go talk to the receptionist.

Oh, I already did.

He didn't hear anything. He had his headphones in.

- Why don't you let us do our job and you not do yours, okay?

I'm just trying to help.

- I've never met Inspector Rogers,

but I know people who have.

And not a soul's got anything but good to say of him.

- All I know is what I saw him do.

Are you talking to me?

Never mind.

It's roasting in here.

Can you not open a window or something?

Oh, my God.

What the hell is that?

Oh, my God.

What--what's with you? Hey.

Nothing.

- You've definitely become more weird

since I saw you last.

Uncuff him.

Get the shovels.

What are you doing?

You see this, right?

See what?

- "And they waltzed, and they stepped arm in arm,

straight into the belly of the beast."

Huh?

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Can we get on with this?

Hey, come on, come on.

You forget where you put $1 million?

That's what this is about?

A million dollars? A man like you--

Hey!

There.

That's where the magic is.

Let's get to work.

And then we can talk about your girlfriend, huh?

Hello?

Hello?

Elliot?

Elliot.

Is that you?

Come in. Come in.

Elliot, is that you?

You came.

Dad?

I didn't think you'd make it.

I'm here. Of course I am.

- You never did like the piano, did you?

I don't remember.

12 years.

You went to piano lessons for

12 years.

And you remained horrible at it.

both:

Thanks.

- You only kept going to those lessons to make your mum happy.

'Cause she wanted you to.

'Cause it was easier.

Easier than saying no

and making your own choices.

That's your problem, son.

You never push yourself. You never fucking push.

Dad. Let go.

Hey, can we get a doctor in here?

Hello?

What the fuck?

- Could I please get a lemon drop martini

with Belvedere vodka, please?

- Sure. - Thanks.

Can I help you, Stares-A-Lot?

Have we met?

Wait, this-this is how we meet.

Oh, my God.

That's a really nice line.

Yeah. I mean, it's pretty good.

Does it--does it work for you often?

No, that's not what I mean.

- It's definitely what you meant.

You should probably put something on that sunburn.

It's pretty bad.

Irish blood.

- I don't think that you should blame the Irish

for your inability to put sunscreen on.

Seems a little bit unfair.