02x03 - Terri

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Previously on "Cardinal".

Ray: Surprised that the cops didn't find her.

Buried her deep.

How's her memory coming?

Memories are stored in many traces in the brain.

Some more accessible than others.

Lacey: Are you getting your memory back?

Red: No.

Musgrave: You put National Intelligence Service on the resume the sky's the limit.

You gonna t*nk your career for Cardinal?

Dyson: NIS. Delorme didn't get it.

I don't know who she pissed off at the RCMP.

(Grunting)

Kevin: He's a full patch biker.

They'll k*ll us!

Take him to the shed and hang him up.

Rachel: I gotta go.

I'll call ya tonight.

Cardinal: Who's blood was on that floor?

Was it Wombat's?

Does somebody out there have a beef with the Northern Raiders?

I want to talk to Alan Clegg.

Cardinal: She's Clegg's C.I.

Delorme: I wanna help you.

Rachel: You can't.

Ray: You'll never have to worry about money again if you follow my rules.

Keep your mouth shut about our plans.

No one at this table uses our product.

Break any of my rules I k*ll ya.

(Screaming)

(Rain Pattering)

Kevin (Breathless): Okay.

Okay, what am I going to do?

Toof: You fixed it.

You wanna try?

Did you hear the screaming last night?

Ah, no, man, I was‐ I was so launched.

Dude, the screaming went on for hours.

What was Ray doing to the guy?

Kev, you gotta relax, man.

Kev, that biker dude he woulda k*lled us.

Ray's protecting us.

Look, you said you wanted to go back to B. C., right?

What're you gonna do, show up broke again?

(Sighs)

(Foreboding Instrumental)

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(Chanting)

(Shamanistic Instrumental)

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(Chanting)

(Crescendoing Instrumental)

("Familiar"‐Agnes Obel)

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♪ Took a walk to the summit at night, ♪

♪ you and I ♪

♪ To burn a hole in the old grip of the familiar, ♪

♪ you and I ♪

♪ And the dark was opening wide, ♪

♪ do or die ♪

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I've asked Alan to join us because we have a m*rder, an attempted m*rder, and a disappearance all potentially linked to the Northern Raiders.

Clegg: All due respect, John, I'm just not seeing it.

What's your theory?

Cardinal: Ah, a new player in town.

Somebody targeting Lasalle's associates.

Clegg: I've been all over these guys for three years.

You've got nothing to indicate that someone is moving in on their turf.

Cardinal: The bikers' money launderer Dave Elhurst, a person of interest in Red's sh**ting until we found his remains on Beaufort Hill.

Delorme: And now another associate is missing.

Well, maybe Wombat took off with cash and dr*gs from the stash house.

According to Rachel, he and Lasalle are like brothers.

Clegg: Oh, there's no loyalty with these guys.

The only code they live by is greed.

They turn on each other in a heartbeat.

Delorme: Well, then if Rachel's intel is no good, let her go.

She's only nineteen.

Barely out of rehab.

Do you know how hard it is to get somebody in there?

It doesn't have to be her.

If I pull her, we lose our eyes and ears on the inside.

You have them under surveillance.

Lasalle knows we're watching him.

Girls like Rachel are the best sh*t we've got.

So it's okay when they abuse her?

What about all the Fentanyl deaths, hm?

That's Lasalle.

Cutting his product to maximize profits.

I'm not saying that you don't have to go after‐ Or the three girls from Algonquin High who overdosed last month.

What do I tell their parents?

I'm sorry, we can't get the guys who k*lled your kids because‐ But Rachel's expendable?

I'm sorry, she made her own bed.

It sounds harsh, I know, but in order to bring a guy down like Lasalle, we use every tool we've got.

(Bar Chatter)

Lasalle: This guy knew Wombat would be alone.

He knew where the deal was going down.

How would he know that?

You've been hanging around a lot lately.

Who's texting you? ‐My dad.

Nice trust.

Hey. Hey.

You better not be running around on me, hm?

Hm.

(Bar Chatter) (Rock Music)

(Office Chatter)

Cardinal: Look at this.

What? ‐It's Red.

Where?

Where is this?

Cardinal: Gas station.

About an hour south of here off the 11.

Time stamp is the same day Commanda found her at the Tavern.

Yeah. She's wearing the same clothes.

And she used a card.

(Pulsating Suspenseful Music)

♪ Store Clerk: There's no record of a credit card purchase at 10:43.

Only cash.

But she‐she handed over a card.

She paid cash.

Thank you. ‐You're welcome.

Okay, so no footage from the pumps.

She must have parked in a space outside of camera range.

Two drinks.

Could have been travelling with someone.

Air Miles number.

That's the card she gave the cashier.

Air Miles?

Yeah. I use mine all the time.

I have thirty thousand miles.

But you never go anywhere.

Delorme: I'll track the number.

(Ethereal Instrumental)

(Scraping)

(Door Clicks Open)

Leon.

Come have a seat.

(Door Clicks Shut)

Okay.

I read the shells again this morning.

Yeah.

Ray: Give me your hand.

That's it.

Now close your eyes.

She hasn't crossed over.

I told you, the bitch is dead.

You're sure.

Yeah.

I buried her myself.

(Grunting)

Shhhh.

Don't lie to me, Leon.

You made a mistake.

I'm not gonna k*ll ya for it.

Important thing is, you don't lose control.

She's still out there, isn't she?

Mhm.

Find her.

Bring her back to me.

I need her alive.

But I thought you said that she‐ Ray: I didn't recognize her power before.

You see?

We all make mistakes.

(Gasping)

(Dreamlike Instrumental)

Can I give you a hand?

Catherine: Ah, I can handle it.

Oh, my laptop.

You going to be okay?

I'll be fine.

I hate to leave you, actually.

You can't wait to get out of here.

(Giggles)

Alright.

Bye.

(Phone Buzzing)

Delorme: Hey, Air Miles got back to us.

I've identified Red.

(Suspenseful Instrumental)

Cardinal: Terri Tait.

Twenty‐seven. Vancouver address.

No criminal record.

Take a look at this.

Single. Born in Winnipeg.

Student at Vancouver Community College in Business Administration.

Cardinal: So what brings her out here gets her mixed up with bikers?

Terri: Terri Tait.

It's me.

Delorme: Mhm.

It says you live in Vancouver.

Does the Vine Street Café sound familiar?

We called them today.

You've been working there over a year.

You took a week off to come here.

You didn't tell them why.

Do you remember?

Sorry.

You were supposed to return to work on Monday, and you never showed.

We found some footage of you at a gas station on your way to Algonquin Bay.

Was someone with you?

I think, I remember, being in a motel?

It's coming back to you?

It's foggy. Just‐just images.

The motel, what did it look like?

It might've been by a lake.

And you were alone?

I don't know.

Cardinal: It's okay, Terri.

What else do you remember?

That's it. I'm sorry.

(Pulsing Dramatic Music)

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♪ Not one motel has recognized her picture.

Terri was lying.

She's just getting her memory back.

Every time we asked her a question, she refused to make eye contact.

You saw it, too.

She took a b*llet to the brain.

We can't apply the same criteria.

No, you're right.

We don't know what's normal for her.

So why are we so sure she's innocent?

Let's canvass the motels on the service road off eleven.

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(Banging)

Leon: Hey Kev, let's go!

Kevin: Yeah.

Coming!

(Leon Grunts)

What happened?

A Kn*fe slipped.

Hey, you ah, you saw Terri get on the bus, right?

Leon: I dropped her at the station.

Have you heard from her?

She's not returning any of my calls.

So she's still pissed, then.

She'll come around, dude.

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'Kay boys, stick to the spots that I gave you.

Won't be any trouble then.

Drop the boys off.

Get to work.

(Crescendoing Disquieting Music)

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Um, where you heading, there?

To Lacey's.

To Lacey's?

Unless of course, that's not all right with you?

Do you have to follow me?

I think you know the drill.

(Pulsing Suspenseful Music)

Fox: Hey!

Who are you here to see?

I need the cops' permission to see my mother?

(Chuckling) You got the wrong room, okay?

No. She told me 207.

Well let's go find out where she is, huh?

Okay.

Fox: Excuse me.

Can you help this man find his mother's room, please?

Man: Yeah. Lena Sartori.

Fox: Thank you.

(Pulsing Suspenseful Music)

Where'd she go?

I don't know.

(Pulsing Dramatic Music)

Are you kidding me?

Dispatch, this is Constable Fox.

We lost eyes on Red.

(Pulsing Suspenseful Music)

(Dramatic Instrumental)

She was down the hall at Lacey's room.

And you let her go?

Fox: She was three doors down.

I‐I took at look at her one minute.

Next minute she was gone.

Yeah, she was here.

Did she say she was going somewhere?

No. But she was freaked out.

About what?

Probably the guy who sh*t her.

He's still out there, right?

Yeah. So help us find her before he does.

She borrowed my phone.

She remembered a phone number?

Unlock it.

She pulled a runner.

Cardinal: Did you hear the conversation?

I had my headphones in.

There's a number in here.

Hey, bitch stole my hoodie!

(Foreboding Instrumental)

♪ Operator Recording: The number dialed is not in service.

Please check the number and try the call again.

I just saw the BOLO. What happened?

Delorme: Red bolted.

Commanda: She jumped out of protective custody?

Her memory's coming back.

There's something she doesn't want us to know.

(Suspenseful Instrumental)

♪ Terri: Hey, I'm looking for a guy.

He's twenty‐five, skinny.

Light brown hair.

His name's Kevin.

Have you seen him?

Is he a buyer or a seller?

Maybe both?

Thanks.

Charlie: Hey.

Hey, where're you going, baby?

(Guitar Riff Ring Tone)

Leon: Yeah, Leon.

You know that red head chick you were talking about?

Well she was just here, looking for Kevin.

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(Engine Rev)

(Echoing Engine Revving)

(Gasps)

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That 'not in service number' you called was to a phone purchased here in Algonquin Bay.

She knows someone here.

Maybe she grew up here.

Where are you going?

Cardinal: School records.

If she's from here, her name will be in the local registry.

At this hour and no warrant?

We've got every uniform in town looking for her right now.

You were right.

Terri was lying.

You knew it.

You didn't want to see it.

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(Crickets Chirping)

Ray: Problem with most people is they don't understand to survive

you have to find meaning in suffering.

There's power in pain.

Toof: Yeah. That's right.

So you, uh, you grew up on the Moose Bay Reserve?

Yeah, I did.

I didn't have money to see the world, so I read.

Studied, watched.

Like you do.

Then the more I honoured them, the more they listened to me.

Who?

Ray: The spirits of the dead.

Now, they give me anything I want.

Well, uh‐ I think I'm going to head to bed, guys.

Whoa. Kevin.

Told you my story.

Let's hear yours. Right Toof?

Toof: Yeah. Damn straight.

You know I‐ I'm just I'm b*at.

I'm going to read your shells.

Kevin: Ah, no thanks.

It's‐it's no trouble. Thanks.

C'mon, Kev.

What you afraid of? (Chuckles)

Ray: Have a seat.

Choose four, Kevin, put them in my hand.

I didn't know shell‐reading was an Objiwe thing.

(Blowing)

(Sighs)

Why are you thinking of leaving?

I'm just reading what the shells are telling me.

Uh, yeah, I was thinking about leaving, but‐ We had a deal, Kevin.

It's okay.

You wanted to make money.

You didn't want anyone to get hurt.

And now you're scared.

(Eerie Instrumental)

Ray: Tell you what, you stick with me 'til the end of the week,

I'll buy you a ticket out.

Deal?

Yeah, thanks, Ray.

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We could do Ethiopian.

Ethiopian sounds great.

Living on your own in the big city.

I'm so proud of you.

Mom, it's been five years.

Boarding school's not the same.

Nothing has changed.

Still sharing a house with a bunch of girls.

Except for the uniforms, I guess.

I'm sorry you feel you've been all alone down here.

What? No that's‐ that's not what I meant.

I just did not want to go to high school up there.

If things had been different‐ Mom. Please, stop.

You didn't abandon me, okay?

School Board Clerk: Are you expecting me to give you that information without a warrant?

I know it's a big ask.

But right now Terri is out on the streets with a k*ller, and a look at those records could save her life.

Delorme: Thank you.

Looks like she was a student at Algonquin High from grades ten to eleven.

Anything about her parents?

Cardinal: We'd like to notify them.

Maybe ask for their help.

(Keyboard Tapping)

Her father was Wing Commander Kenneth Tait.

Cardinal: Air Force.

Quite a few of them were out here before the base closed.

Her mother's name was Marilyn.

What happened to her parents?

You said "was".

d*ed in a crash, 2007.

She and her brother were sent to live with relatives in Vancouver.

Thank you.

Cardinal: Kevin Tait.

Twenty‐five years of age.

Did a year in Collins Bay for possession with intent to sell.

That puts in Ontario up to six months ago.

That number she called‐ the phone was purchased here.

She came out here to see her brother.

That's why she lied to us.

She's trying to protect him.

(Country Rock Music)

♪ You've got proof linking John Cardinal and Kyle Corbett.

What difference does it make now?

Kyle's in jail.

An officer d*ed during an undercover operation against your boyfriend.

My ex.

Your ex.

Um, I didn't buy you a bus ticket and a motel room to talk about the breakup.

Now give me what I want on Cardinal.

Why are you so obsessed with John?

John. So you're on a first name basis.

Oh that's cute.

What're you after, Tammy?

What is it, money?

A clean start. ‐A clean start.

Years ago Kyle got me to deliver some dr*gs up here to one of his dealers.

Dealer got busted.

I didn't.

But my prints are all over that kilo of coke.

So you weren't in the system then.

A few months ago I got busted.

In Toronto.

Minor possession, first time offence.

I mean, I'll get off‐ But, not if they decide to dig up those old prints.

They're gonna charge me with trafficking.

What, you don't want to do time?

Hm.

That's, uh‐

that's‐that's some fresh start, Tammy.

I'm sorry, how does that‐ help me?

Make the fingerprints disappear, and I'll tell ya what I've got on Cardinal.

(Menacing Instrumental)

♪ I haven't found her.

Ray: You will.

Leon: What if he finds out?

It won't matter after tonight.

Delorme: They've looked everywhere for Terri motels, bus station, airport.

No sign of her.

Cardinal: Tell them to keep looking.

You know why I didn't get NIS.

I can't ask you to keep quiet.

Kevin Tait.

He's Terri's brother.

We think she came here for him and yesterday, she went missing.

Is Kevin linked to the Northern Raiders that you know of?

Ah, he's not on my radar, but it doesn't mean he's not a dealer.

Or a customer.

Clegg: Buying and selling heroin.

We've got dozens of guys like that around here.

Okay, got him.

This was taken before his arrest.

Cardinal: Who's the other guy?

Clegg: It's Gordie Katyuk.

He's one of Lasalle's guys.

Low level.

Do you have an address for him?

Any leads on Bryan Giblin?

Wombat.

No, nothing yet.

But when Lasalle finds him I feel sorry for him.

But you'll keep Rachel out of the crossfire.

Gordie Katyuk.

56 Crescent Street.

Landlady: Gordie's no trouble.

Always pays his rent.

Should I be worried?

Why don't we have a look around and we'll let you know.

I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

No, I just saw him this morning‐ Shhh.

Delorme: Please.

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♪ Delorme: AH!

Wombat.

That reads like a message.

But is it for us?

For Gordie?

Cardinal: No.

Lasalle.

First his money launderer, then his enforcer.

Whoever ripped off the stash house is trying to put him out of business.

Delorme: Yeah, scaring off his dealers would help.

But how does Terri fit into this?

Delorme: Clegg has had Gordie under surveillance.

That means he's got the wiretap authorization.

We can track Gordie's phone through GPS.

I'll track him down.

Terri's father was an Air Force Commander.

She might've lived on the base.

Call this in.

Then follow up with Clegg.

Rachel: You couldn't have found somewhere closer?

Do you want the bikers to see you talking to me?

You owe me for the cab.

(Chuckles)

What've ya got?

Lasalle's freaking out.

Someone cut off one of his dealer's hands and sent it to him in a box.

Okay. I want you to back off.

You stay away from the bikers.

I can't go to jail.

My parents‐ Clegg: Look, you did good work.

You're off the hook.

Seriously?

You mean it?

Yeah. You can thank Detective Delorme.

She stuck her neck out for ya.

What about Zack?

You made me hook up with him again.

(Under his breath) Oh god, jesus.

He's never going to let me go.

I'm sure you can figure it out.

(Sighs)

Rachel (Angrily): Thanks a lot.

(Thunder Rumbling)

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(Crescendoing Instrumental)

♪ Terri: No, no, no, no.

Please, please, please.

Cardinal: Shh shh shh shh shh.

Terri. It's me.

It's Detective Cardinal.

It's okay.

(Gasping)

Ah.

(Chuckling)

I don't think that I smoke.

(Sombre Piano Chords) (Sobbing)

(Sombre Piano Chords) (Sobbing)

(Crickets Chirping) (Loon Calling)

(Deep Inhale and Exhale)

You get used to it.

The smell.

Don't want to know what's inside?

Go on.

Open it.

It's okay.

Ray. This isn't me, I uh, no I don't um‐ It's okay.

(Eerie Instrumental)

(Gagging)

This is‐ what are you doing?

You mean what are we doing, Kevin.

Kevin: No ‐We.

No, no, no, I‐ Ray: This thing of ours‐ You don't think we could do it without him.

Please don't‐please don't tell me, I don't need to know.

I don't need to know.

Ray: His eyes, they see for us.

His feet. they travel.

Kevin: No!

(Grunting)

Ray: Where do you think you're going.

You're part of this now.

Get up.

Come on.

That's it.

Come on.

Grab that side.

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