All language subtitles for The Beast Must Die s01e06 Carol of the Bells.eng

It was you!You've got nothing!

Where's Frances?
Gone.

Why?

Because she wasn't
who she said she was.

To us.

Nigel: Can you call me
when she wakes up?

Violet: I think something's
wrong with George.

Why are you here?

To question George about
the death of a child

in a hit-and-run.

This didn't just happen!

[Hisses through teeth]
Somebody did this!

One of you did this!

[BELL TOLLING]

Are you afraid?

Don't be silly.

They're the ones
that should be scared.

You could thrash
every single one of them if you wanted to.

[KIDS CHATTERING]

KID: Please, no!

MAN: Arundel House.

Bodiam House.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Pevensey House.

Pevensey. That's you.

Pocket money.MAN: Dover House.

George!

[ROARS]

[SOBS]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR OPENS]

What happened yesterday?

You know
what happened yesterday.

I know what happened
after they pulled you out of the sea.

I'm talking about before.

I tried to kill George.

I thought you knew that.

I thought that's why
you were asking.

Kill George, how?

On the yacht.

I was going to let the boom
take him overboard

and watch him drown.

If he didn't tell you,
why are you here?

What stopped you?

He worked out who I was.

He had a photo of Martie
on his phone.

He showed me.

After that I couldn't...
Couldn't get close.

That's why you walked
into the sea?

What about today?

How do you feel today?

It's over.

[SNIFFLES] Not for you,
of course.

You want justice. Right?

Due process.

I just wanted him dead.

What happens now?

George Rattery is dead.

He took a nap in his office.

Didn't wake up.

They found him this morning.

Oh.

Oh.

[GULLS CAWING]

[METAL CLACKING]

FORENSIC OFFICER:
He, uh...

He hit here

and bounced onto the bonnet.

Onto the roof

and then onto the road.

NIGEL: What about the prints
and DNA we sent?

We got her prints all over
the passenger side door,

window, vanity mirror.

What about
the driver's side?

It's been cleaned.

But whoever did it
forgot to adjust the seat.

It's positioned for someone
around the six-foot mark.

Well, she could have
done that.

Got something else
on the passenger side, too.

Yeah?Blood on the dashboard.

I'll get it checked,

but I'll bet you a pound
to a penny it's your girl's.

She wasn't driving.
He was.

All right. Thanks.

I spoke to the nurse.

She thinks they're gonna
discharge you tomorrow.

What about the car?

It'll be gone by then.

We have testimony
that George was driving.

And the forensics
back that up.

Can I see it?

The car didn't kill him,
the driver did.

The car's just a thing.

The last thing.

The last thing
that touched him.

Sometimes
he's very close to me.

Certain places.

Certain moments.

Certain things.

He's actually there.

It's like I live
in two worlds at once.

Mine, where he's still here.

And I can feel him.

And yours, where he isn't.

NIGEL: I don't suppose
you get to choose

where you put yourself in that.

Which world did wanting
to kill George belong to?

I don't know.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Uh, Lena, is it?

Hi.Nicky the gardener.

Yeah.

I thought you were
supposed to be locked up.

No. Not... Not yet.

My solicitor got
the case adjourned, um,

for reports
into my background.

So how...
How are you doing?

[LENA LAUGHING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Where's your room?I've got somewhere better.

[YELLS]

[WHOOPING]

[NICKY BREATHING HEAVILY]

NIGEL: Twelve minutes
after Martie Cairnes was knocked down and killed,

a call was made

from your brother's mobile
to this number.

Is that yours?

George and I
spoke all the time.

Yes. But on this
particular occasion,

do you happen to
remember what he wanted?

A favor, maybe.

A key to
a construction site.

I'm not answering any more
questions without a solicitor.

You knew, didn't you?

I'm not answering
these questions.

You knew exactly...I'm not answering

because you are not asking
the right questions.

Ask why a man who never knew
a day's weakness in his life

would go to sleep one night
and never wake up.

Ask where he's gone.

Ask me what I do now.

A woman lost her son.

Did you just choose
not to think about it?

Every man
is some woman's son.

George might as well
have been mine.

But men like George
don't count anymore, do they?

They're too successful.

Too privileged.

Wrong side of history.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

NIGEL: I'm gonna need you
to stay on the island

and stay contactable.

Just until things
settle down.

George threw my phone
in the sea.

I don't have
a purse, either.

Okay, well,

we can contact your bank
from the station.

Before the station,
there's something I'd like to do.

My friend Saima from school.

That woman would
laminate anything.

Is Martie here?

No.

But I wanted to see all this,

so that's good.

Your husband used
to sail, didn't he?

Frances Lane.
I looked you up.

That must have been hard,

such a public death.

"Hero yachtsman
loses lifesaving transatlantic rival."

I was still pregnant.

The press couldn't
get enough of it.

Have you ever lost anyone?

Not that mattered to me.

There aren't that many
people that do.

Your niece?

Yeah.

And her mum,
my sister, Kate.

That's it?

It must be strange,

living life
just for yourself.

You must wonder
what you're for.

Public service.

[SCOFFS]

After I've given
my statement,

I like to go
and collect my things

from the house.

Well, we can send someone
round to do that.

No.

I'd like to go myself.

What if he isn't there,
either?

Then at least I'll have
a change of clothes.

Okay. We'll get someone
to drop you off.

Your purse,

the one you said
you don't have anymore,

was it in your rucksack?

I read the witness statements,

said you walked into the sea
with a rucksack on your back.

When the Coastguard
pulled you out,

you didn't have it on anymore.

Yeah. I wanted it
to weigh me down.

But it got too heavy
too quickly.

I panicked,
so I let it go.

Maybe tell the bank
that you left your purse on the beach.

Fewer questions.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Marta? I've made an appointment
with the undertaker...

Ah.

That's better.

Where's Vi?

I don't know what else
you've had in your mouth.

Yes, you do.

[GLASS BREAKING]

[LAUGHS]

You mad freaking bitch!

[LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY]

Get out.

Get out. Get out.
Get out. Get out!

Get her out of my sight
and get her out of this house.

It's not even your house.
It's her house now.

She can do what
she bloody wants.

Maybe she'll throw you out.

Maybe it'll just
be me and her

and you can
go fuck yourself!

The two of you here
raising George's son?

I don't think so.

He's my son, too.

And you have never in your life
known how to look after him.

Leave her alone!

Oh, sisterly loyalty
from you?

God almighty.

I am not leaving
George's legacy

in the hands of
a hysteric and a slut.

And I will not yield you
this house.

Fucking bitch.And I will not let
you have Phil.

All you do is damage.
I hate you, do you know that?

[GUTTURAL SCREAM] No! No!

Just go.

Just... Just go.

Just get out.
You're making things worse.

...off me.

[SIGHS]

[SOBS]

[FRANCES EXCLAIMS]Frances! Stop!

Stop! Frances!

FRANCES: Stop!

Stop! [CRIES]

No!

[SOBS]Stop, stop.

Stop! Stop!

Please stop!

[SOBBING]

You're okay.
You're okay.

[DOOR OPENS]

Oh, hello, darling.

How can I help?

I need to speak to
Detective Strangeways.

Can I say what it's about?

I killed my dad.

I'll just get someone.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

MARTA: Mrs. Violet?

You want to eat?

No.

I'm fine. Thank you.

I made garlic soup.

It's good for your health.

Good for everything.

[GRUNTS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

My laptop's missing.

There was a house search,

they might have
picked it up then.

There's a photo on it.

I'll find out
what happened to it.

Just grab what you need.

We'll pick you up a phone
and get you set up in a hotel.

Okay?

[SOBS]

Come on.

Come on.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Be with you in a minute.

JOY:
You made this happen, didn't you?

You stirred this up.

Look at you.

You're barely even a person.

You're just a husk.

I don't know why
I didn't see it before.

I hope he haunts you
for the rest of your days.

But he won't.

The dead never come back.

They're gone.

They are so completely gone.

[DOOR SLAMS]

Violet?

[SIGHS]

Oh, God.

Look at the place.

What were you thinking?

Are you even
listening to me?

Yes, I'm listening.

This isn't gonna work.

What do you mean?This. You.

Well, it's just...
It's just furniture, Joy.

Furniture?

There's a house to keep,

there's a business to run,

there's a child to raise.

You could barely cope
when George was alive.

What are you gonna do
now he's gone?

Learn.Learn how?

Oh. [SCOFFS] Look at you!

I mean, you're like a child
with a box of matches.

You'd burn the house down
if you were left alone.

Well, I know what George would
say if he were here.

Same thing he said
when Phil was born.

"Step in, will you, Joy?

"Just for a while,

"just while she gets
herself together."

[SIGHS]

I'll call the lawyer
in the morning.

We'll sort something out.

No. No, no. You don't need
to do that. I'll be fine.

No, Violet, you won't.

You really, really won't.

[SIGHS] Help me
clear up this mess.

Marta!

[WHIRRING]

This is DI Strangeways.

I will be conducting
the interview.

If we could all state our name
for the record, please.

Corinne West,
Deepwood Solicitors.

Keith Whelan,
Social Services.

Acting Appropriate Adult.

Phillip Rattery.

As it's not usual
for a DI to be present at an interview like this,

I need to clarify
for the record that I'm here at your request, Phil,

and with the agreement
of your solicitor.

Ms. West and Mr. Whelan.
Is that correct?

ALL: Yes.

So, Phil,

tell me about your dad.

I killed him.

Yesterday.

Well, I didn't
kill him yesterday.

I killed him the day before,
but he died yesterday.

And was that
your intention?

To kill your dad?

Yes. He was being shitty
to my mom.

In what way shitty?

Telling lies. Having sex
with other people.

Having sex
with her sister.

Is that even legal?

I used to think
about killing my dad.

I wouldn't have
known how, though.

How did you do it?

Painkillers.

I like to steal stuff.

I stole the knife because
I wanted to stab him.

But after I did some research
for Frances' crime book,

I thought that, um,
poison might be easier,

so I stole some
of his tramadol.

NIGEL: Okay,
we can talk about that.

Before we do, tell me more
about you and Frances.

You mentioned a crime book.

PHIL: Well, Frances was
gonna be my summer tutor

and I thought
I could use that time by helping her research.

It's written from
the perspective of the murderer.

You've just got to think ahead.

You've always
got to have a plan.

Wha...[KNOCK AT DOOR]

For the purposes of the tape,

PCSO Asha James entered
the room and handed me a note.

Uh, I'd like to take
a break there.

And interview paused
at 18:03.

[CLICKS]

NIGEL:
What a waste of time.

Overdose of tramadol, though.

It's what the kid was saying.

It's what anybody
who'd been in the house would be saying.

There's tramadol
in every bloody drawer.

"Whether intentional
or accidental

"is impossible to infer

"given the deceased's
blood alcohol levels

"and reports that
he routinely exceeded the prescribed dose."

Well, they're certainly
sitting on the fence.

What makes you so sure
that the kid's not telling the truth?

What...

What is Rattery's
prescribed dose?

PHIL: I put them
in a gin and tonic.

NIGEL: What, all of them?

What time is this?

PHIL:
3:00. Maybe 4:00.

What happened then?

Nothing.

Until he went into his office
after supper.

Right.

[BUTTON CLICKS]

Phil, did you kill your dad?

You know, before making
a false confession,

you should have checked
how much tramadol

someone can take
without just collapsing.

Did you kill your dad?

Phil?

I need you to speak up
for the tape, please.

No.

Why did you tell us
that you did?

So you wouldn't believe
Aunty Joy about mom.

Phil, I don't think you need
to worry about your mom, okay?

Someone'll take you home
after we've done the paperwork, all right?

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

[SOBBING]

The police just called.

Phil's at the station.

They're bringing
him home now.

Well, that does rather
prove my point.

Oh, what...I think you'd be happier
somewhere else, Joy.

I think we'd be happier,

me and Phil,

if you didn't live here anymore.

But I...It's my house.

You will be happier.

[BELL TOLLING]

[SOBBING]

[EXHALES]

Frances was here earlier.

I hid.

I just...

I always hide when
things are difficult.

I hid from you and George.

If I'd known about Frances'
little boy, I...

I might have hidden
from that, too, but I...

I hope not.

I'm so sorry.

[SOBS]

I'm so sorry.

I should have stopped him.

I should have stopped you.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to move it.

George bought it.
I've always hated it.

I don't know what
I'm gonna do on my own.

[GRUNTS]

Sorry.

Sorry.It's all right,
sweetheart.

It's going to be all right.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Hello.

SAIMA:
Uh, this is Saima Majani.

Um, we met at
Frances Cairnes' flat.

Yeah, hi.

I'm sorry to be calling
so early in the morning,

but Frances just called me
and basically,

she's asked me
to go to the flat

to check and see
if Martie was there.

She wasn't making any sense,
but she was so distressed,

and I'm really worried.

[SIGHS] Okay, um...

What number did
she call you from?

Can you text
it to this phone?

I didn't recognize it.
It's not her number

but it's on my phone.
I can send it to you.

Okay. Yeah, text it to me.
Okay. All right.

Okay, I'll do it now.Try not to worry.
Okay, bye. Bye.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Ah.[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

[LINE RINGING]

Frances?

[BIRDS HONKING]

Is he here?

He isn't anywhere anymore.

I was thinking
about how beautiful it'll be out there now,

with the sun coming up.

And the wind.

If you could sail
anywhere right now,

where would you go?

I can't sail at all.

If someone else
was taking you.

If I was taking you.

Phil talked to me yesterday.

He mentioned you two
sailing together.

It seemed to make
him very happy.

Is he all right?

He told us
he'd murdered his father.

We didn't believe him.

So come on.

If you could sail anywhere?

I don't know.

You?

Back.

But I'd settle for out there.

[BEEPS]

[ENGINE STARTS]

FRANCES: Look at it.

That's why I kept bringing
Martie back here.

You know, half that island
runs a rust bucket car

so they can keep
a boat on the water.

That's how good it feels.

What if we'd never come?

What if we'd been
a minute later?

What if I'd never
learned to sail... What if?

You can unpick
a whole life that way.

I'm sorry

that you've lost Martie.

That you can't
feel him anymore.

I think it's just he doesn't
want to be near me anymore.

Because of what you've done?

I got your bloods
from the hospital.

Couldn't see how you'd
get him to take it

without taking it yourself.

That's what was
in the rucksack.

That's why you wanted
to get rid of it.

I put it in the brandy.

In a hip flask.

I knew he'd take more
when he got home. He always did.

I checked the dosages online.

NIGEL: What did you think was
gonna happen afterwards?

I thought things
would be different.

I thought I'd
feel different.

You know,

the first time I met you,

I couldn't... [SIGHS]

I couldn't figure out what was
keeping you on your feet.

I thought, "She's got all
the answers I need."

I wish I'd thought
a bit harder.

Was it always
gonna be tramadol?

Phil's gonna need help
making sense of this, you know?

They all are.

I was gonna drown him.

And make it
look like an accident.

But when you found out
who I was...

I'm sorry.

But I don't think
that's gonna help Phil understand anything.

That thing you said about

Martie not wanting
to be near you,

I don't think that's how
it works with your parents.

In fact, I know it's not.

[GROANS]

When you thought
I had all the answers...

Why were you looking?

Someone got shot.

[RECORDER CLICKS AND BEEPS]

Someone important?

Not to me.

[SIGHS]
They were to someone who could be.

I don't really know
how to do that.

[LAUGHS]

That's not really
a skill you acquire.

That's a decision you take.

Seriously.

If you're not gonna risk

having people in your life
that you can't bear to lose,

what's the point?

I'm not the one you
should be feeling sorry for.

I have had so much
love in my life.

So much love.

[GRUNTS]

FRANCES:
[SHOUTING] Swim!

Please!

You don't have
to say anything.

I've got three months off work.

Really?

That's what I asked for.

Perhaps I should have
asked for six.

What would you like to do?

I don't know.

Sleep, maybe.

I seem to be tired all the time
at the moment.

That sounds like grief.

[SHUDDERS]

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