The Tourist

I don't remember anything.

Here to take a statement.

- Helen. - You remembered my name?

I bet you can't remember mine, though, huh?

I keep wondering if anyone's out there missing me,

parents waiting for me to call, or...?

Helen has gone full Florence Nightingale

for this amnesia bloke.

Next time you're down, think of that.

I'll just send you an emoji of a burrito,

and from that moment on, you'll know that everything will be OK.

I'm a bad guy, Helen. That's why people want me dead.

You're Lena? Christ! I've been looking for you!

I'm so sorry.

We don't know why I was working for Kostas.

We don't know why I met Lena...

You do something like that,

there is no reason on Earth that ever makes that OK.

You're my only friend in the whole wide world, right?

I just don't understand how the same guy

who could do something so awful could also save my life.

You don't know me.

I am not the same person that I was before I met Elliot Stanley.

- Hello. - Hello.

Who that?

Uh, yeah. That's, um... That's my girlfriend.

That's Helen. Say hi, Helen.

Hello.

You smoke marijuana, huh?

We don't even know what that is, it's...

God, no. What...? What is it?

- What this, then? - That's, um...

That's a lighter, that's what that is.

"Vietnamese and gay."

You know how offensive this is?

- We do. - I not Vietnamese. I not gay.

This... really offensive.

Maybe it's like...

It's like owning it. You know, like...

Like the lighter is excited...

..that it's Vietnamese and gay.

- Thanks. - No smoking.

- OK? - No, absolutely not.

No, totally.

Why you got such long... beard?

I'm going to go now.

- Where were we? - Where were we?

What?

Just, what if he comes back in?

Fine.

Er...

Yeah.

He really didn't like my beard. You like it though, right?

- Mm-hm. - OK.

- Mm-hm. - OK.

I'll shave it off when we get to Cambodia, how about that?

Oh.

This is nice.

You know, just the here and now.

You know, like...

Like nothing can touch us.

Are you... like really...

really 100% sure about that?

Why are you being weird?

I've been waiting for the right moment and, I don't know,

I think this might be it.

The right moment for what?

I've been wanting to give you this.

It was mailed to the police station

while you were in hospital, recovering from... you know.

That's why I've held onto it for so long.

- You were in a bad place and... - That's me.

Yeah.

And this... This Tommy, he knows me?

Yeah, from Ireland.

Maybe it's time you find out who you really are.

Ah!

Mm.

You OK, babe?

- Maybe we should just go. - We can't.

It's been an hour already.

- What? - There's someone coming,

Hello.

- Morning. - Oh, OK.

- Oh, God! - What?

- You thought it was him? - Tommy?

Yeah, well, it could have been him.

Hey.

Whatever happens...

It's probably worth getting rid of the beard

because whoever shows up, you want them to recognise you,

right?

- What, now? - Oh, right now.

- OK. I'll get rid of it. - Really?

- Mm-hm. - Oh, at last! Thank you.

Oh. Hello.

I like your bat and your ball.

Are you...? Are your parents around?

Shit!

Who are you? What do you want?

You! Come here, you little shithole.

You staring at feckin' women again, are you?

Elliot?

OK, I'm coming in.

What the...?

Agh! Fuck!

For fuck's sake!

Fuck's sake! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Bollocks!

Shit!

Shit!

Jesus, fuck!

Detective Slater?

Yeah?

This is he. Him, me.

An Australian lady arrived into the country

talking about a possible abduction, Scláta Café.

OK, sure. I'll be right out.

Okey-doke.

What? Come on.

I don't fucking believe this.

Fuck!

Who are you? Did you work for Kosta?

Why would we work for Costa?

He's the only person I knew who'd want me dead.

Why would a coffee shop want you dead?

Tell me what I've done to you.

Never fear, the Garda are here!

- Madam. - G'day.

Ah, yes. You've just arrived from down underneath.

We are the Garda.

The guards of the... Guardians of the peace, really,

but police you'd call us in Australian, I suppose.

Detective Sergeant Ruairi Slater at your service.

Helen Chambers.

So, who are we looking for?

I hear somebody's gone missing, is it?

Yeah.

- It's my boyfriend, Elliot. - Boyfriend. Right.

Yeah, um...

We were supposed to be meeting someone.

Right. Who were you meeting?

We... We don't really know him, is the thing.

My boyfriend, Elliot, he lost his memory.

Then a while back,

we received a message from a fella called Tommy

who said that he was his best friend from back in the day.

- We rolled the dice, you know. - Right.

It seems to me that maybe this Tommy wasn't who he said he was.

A setup, in that it wasn't Tommy that sent you that message.

No, I know. That's... That's why I'm telling you.

Crackers! Look, back in Australia there were some...

bad people who were after him.

Wherever he is, I just think that he's in trouble.

Listen, I understand...

You should really come and take a look at the scene, OK? It's...

It's right here.

So, he came in here to shave.

Jesus! Must have been some beard, eh?

And his bag is still here and the mirror smashed.

And the people who took him

must have come through this back door here.

So, the car would have been parked here.

A van, maybe, if you look at the tyre marks.

And they must have gone this way.

Come on!

The longer we take, the less chance we have of finding them.

Yeah.

Let me out!

Whatever it is I've done to you, I, um...

I probably deserve it.

I've done some fucking bad things, so...

Just tell me what you want!

Ugh.

'Are you having fun yet?'

Are you fucking...? Who is this?

Who are you?

'I'm the last voice you'll ever hear.'

So, these fellas who were after your boyfriend in Australia.

Why? What'd he do?

Like I said, it's a long story.

We'd been fine travelling around wherever the wind took us,

but no, I had to go and stick my big nose in it.

Your nose is just fine there, Helen. You've a great nose.

It's my fault we came here.

And now he's gone.

- Hey, listen, I'm sure... - Over there.

- Don't touch anything, that... - It's blood.

- Crackers. - Hey, listen to me.

We will find your man, OK?

We'll find him.

Guardians of the peace, right?

Right you are.

Yeah.

Hi, it's Detective Sergeant Slater...

Hello?

- Hello? - 'Helen.'

- 'It's me. It's...' - Ethan?

It's been a minute. Right, shortbread?