Tin Star

I am probably gonna kill you.

But there's a chance you can talk your way out of it.

What do you want?

Just the basics, really.

Who are you? And why did you kill my son?

Chuck your gun down. We're gonna have a little chat.

Yeah, I know you too well, Jack.

I've been screwed by you once before.

Why don't you put your gun down and kick it to me?

No, I never give up my gun.

Yeah, well, no deal then.

All right.

I tell you what.

- I'm gonna kill your girlfriend. - Oh...

Go on, take a look.

Whoa!

Last chance.

What the...

Hey, Chief.

That's your wife's car, asshole.

You think you can knock down a row of bikes

and get away without a shit kicking?

Anna.

Hi, this is Anna leave a message.

Anna, it's your mum. Where are you?

I'm worried about you.

I love you.

Call me right now, okay?

Bye.

Where are we going?

Calgary.

Why?

You're going to give a deposition.

Shit.

You know, I told you, I'm not testifying.

Don't you want justice?

Are you for reals?

Yeah, I'm for reals.

So, how old are your kids?

Four and six.

Where are they?

Toronto, with their father.

And you're here.

My ex-husband's out of work.

Someone has to earn the money.

That's ironic.

You leave your kids so that

you can come work for the same people who killed mine.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Yes.

Just how sorry are you?

What?

How fucking sorry are you?

Very!

Very.

That's a little vague.

What exactly are you sorry for?

Are you sorry that your partner murdered a doctor?

Or are you sorry

that your company built a leaky pipeline on our land?

All of it.

I'm sorry for all of it.

Let's not stop there.

Your people wouldn't even have oil

if your ancestors didn't steal all our land.

Or are you sorry that we signed a treaty

that was impossible to understand?

Are you talking about Treaty 6?

Because that was 150 years ago.

So fucking what?

Are you sorry that

you sold whiskey to us that was laced with strychnine?

What?

Or that your people almost wiped out all the buffalo?

Or are you sorry that you gave us smallpox?

Okay, I'm not responsible for smallpox.

Wake me up when we get to Little Big Bear.

We're not going to Little Big Bear.

Gagnon's in Little Big Bear.

We're going to Calgary.

Yeah, but I'm out of Apache.

What?

Fentanyl pills. I'm all out.

Are you going through withdrawal?

Well, not yet.

Okay.

I'll figure something out.

- Just... - Oh, fuck, don't.

"Trust me"?

Fuck, well, I guess I got no choice, do I?

Hey, hey.

Sorry.

You want a ride?

No, I didn't mean to flag you down. I was just...

Sorry.

Hello, love.

Jesus.

My fault, right?

With Pete, my fault.

Supposed to keep my family safe.

Fucked that right up.

You want a drink?

No.

Where are you headed?

Airport.

All alone?

It's me.

Why the hell are you calling

from my husband's cell phone?

Just routed the call.

It's easy when you know how.

You know, I know a lot about your family.

I know your ex-husband, Richard.

He's a very talented, but, sadly, unemployed journalist.

And I know your two kids, Katie and Tom.

They live with him at 172 Arndale Drive, Toronto.

It's easy.

I also know that 4:00 tomorrow,

Richard will collect Katie

from her school on Bellamy Road.

On the way home,

they'll park in that lot at the corner of 14th and 3rd,

they'll cross that road

and get Tom from his swimming lesson.

That's a nasty intersection.

So...

If you want to see your ex-husband

and your daughter again,

you'll bring that fucking woman to me.

It's me.

I'm gonna kill him.

Just like I promised.

But I love her.

That wasn't supposed to happen, but...

I need her to forgive me.

I just don't know how.

Are you there?

Anna?

Mrs. Worth!

Is Anna with you?

No.

Do you know where she is?

No. What's happened?

She's gone.

Shit.

I can help you find her.

Okay, thanks.

Dad.

Be right there, buddy.

Ah.

- Dad? - Elizabeth.

Are the kids okay?

You know, they waited all weekend for you to call.

I need you to do exactly what I say.

What's wrong?

Remember where we spent Thanksgiving?

What?

- 2012 family reunion? - Yeah.

- Don't say where. - What?

Tom, stop that.

Don't take the kids to school tomorrow.

Go straight to where we're talking about.

Uh, I have a job interview tomorrow, so what is this?

I can't say.

You just have to trust me.

And I'm gonna have to call you back

because your son is flooding the toilet.

Don't hang up on...

Fuck!

Did you check the local cab company?

And the buses.

- Nothing? - Nothing.

Christ.

She couldn't have been stupid enough

to hitchhike, could she?

She's not stupid.

No.

So what's she playing at?

She's upset.

What happened between you two?

Nothing.

Having sex is not nothing.

Not for Anna.

It's not me she's upset with.

It's her dad.

Jesus.

Don't worry.

I took the turnoff.

What?

I took the turnoff to Little Big Bear.

But you said that Gagnon would be waiting there for us.

You said you wouldn't make it.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Airport's the other way.

You...

You know, my dad's Chief of Police.

I wouldn't worry about Daddy.

What?