All language subtitles for Episode 040

Lost in a dream...

Was it a happy one?

We should get under sail...
before we lose the wind.

Or we could stay here.

Enjoy the quiet.

I'm not really a fan of the quiet.

Wind, spray, speed...

...quite a rush.

Apparently... persuasion
is your superpower.

Captain's privilege?

Of course not.

Here's to the rush.

'Hi, this is Niamh.

'Sorry I can't come to the phone
right now,

'but if you leave a message, I'll
get back to you as soon as I can.'

Niamh... it's me.

I'll keep trying.

None of us wants to think
mistakes were made

in the original investigation.

But if they were...

this is where
we get to put them right.

Let's be grateful
we've been given the chance.

DI Strangeways?
Ma'am.

Morning, everyone.

At the moment, all of the evidence

pointing towards George Rattery
is circumstantial,

but it's coming
from too many different places

for us to ignore,
so we're going after him.

Tomorrow morning, early,
we pick him up,

bring him in for interview,
and we search the place.

The day after the incident,
Rattery reported his Merc stolen,

then claimed it was found,
then registered it off road.

The gardener says
it's no longer on the premises,

so where is it?

We're looking for anything
that might help us -

vehicle documents, garage bills,
the name of his valeting service.

That car rules him in
or it rules him out.

Either way, we need to find it.

He'll have got it off the island,
wouldn't he?

So let's revisit all that.

Ferry records, the cameras
at the terminals, ANPR cameras.

Anything we can drop on
Rattery's toes in that interview,

let's have it ready, shall we?

Any more questions?

No? Well, my door's always open.

What about Martie's Mum?

Is she gonna be at the house?

Well, she's said
she'll leave it to us...

so let's not let her down, shall we?

I'll call the breakers yard.

I'll look at
that motor insurance bureau,

see if they've got anything.

There's a couple of body shops
down in the, erm...

The fella on the other side
of the island...

Asha?

DI Strangeways tells me
you did good work on all this.

Ma'am?

Did you tell your supervisor
what you were doing?

Did you tell anyone?

DI Strangeways asked me not to.

Asha, after 25 years
in the business,

"I didn't tell
because he asked me not to"

are not words I want to hear
from any woman.

Least of all one of my officers.

This is like breathing
to you, isn't it?

I've done a lot of it.

Becomes a reflex.

Like driving.
No, driving's mechanical.

This reminds me of Vi breastfeeding
Phil when he was a baby.

Instinctive. Effortless.

For you, maybe.

Ha! Wait, what would you know?
You don't have children.

I've got friends.

Have you? Somehow...

I can't picture it.

Your life before this.
What was it like?

Ordinary.

Are you gonna change your name now?

Sorry?

Oh, the stuff my sister reads.

Seems to be written by people
who only have initials.

Oh...

Er... I'm Frances Mary...
so I'd be FM Lane.

I'd sound like a radio station.

Uh-uh! Drinking and driving!

Hardly.

But then again...

...you like taking risks, don't you?

Least that's what you told me.

Apparently,
you told Phil something different,

which does make me wonder
who you've been telling fibs to.

Yeah, well... some risks are fun.

Losing a 13-year-old overboard
isn't one of them.

All that blubber?
He'd float like a cork.

Ah...

Poor old Phil.

He'll be wondering
where you've got to.

Speaking of which...

...are we there yet?

Almost.

I bet they've just...
gone out for a drive.

Dad probably wanted to
hear about her book.

Can't see why.

He's done perfectly well without
intellectual stimulation for years.

Why are you such a bitch?

I beg your pardon?

You're such a bitch.

Apologise.

You apologise. Bitch!

Ah!

Ah!

Come on, leave it. Leave it!

What do you expect him to do
when you talk to me like that?

He wouldn't have dared
if his father was here.

But he's not.
And whose fault is that?

Spineless. You always have been.

Turning a blind eye,
and look where it's got you.

Why does that make you angry?

I think it's sad.

I'll get Marta to clear up.

And leave Phil alone.

Oh...

Is he all right?
Yeah.

I wouldn't worry, you know.
About Frances.

She isn't like that.

Well, George can be very persuasive.

But you know that.

'Ah, come on now.

'She's got a lot to deal with
at the moment.'

'Not from where I'm standing.

'She literally has
the best of everything,

'and she's never grateful for it.'

'She hates these charity dos,
you know that.

'She can't make small talk.

'You know, it's not Vi's fault
your mother wasn't there for you.'

'It's not just about my mum.

'Vi's got talent.

'She's had opportunities.

'If I'd had what she had,
I wouldn't be depressed.

'I'd be bloody celebrating.'

You know... if truth be told...

...I think she's
a little envious of you.

Bollocks.
Well, why wouldn't she be?

You're younger than she is,
wilder than she is.

Freer than she is.

Free to do what?
Whatever you want.

Free to be happy.

Miss Lena?
You need something?

If anyone asks,
I've gone for a walk.

This is a nice spot.

The wind's picking up.

Why don't you come back here
and help me?

Oh, I like it here. Great view.

Better back here.

The view?
Everything.

Come on... I'll show you!

It's not difficult.
Phil managed it.

You worried I'll compare you?

Are you trying
to pick a fight with me?

Someone's ego's more fragile
than it looks.

Come here.

As in, "Come here and say that"?

As in, come here...
I've got something for you.

Here...

...have it anyway.

You shouldn't have this.
Oh, it was on the internet.

You told lies. Lies leave trails.
You shouldn't have it.

15 minutes, that's all it took,
once the thought occurred.

You're not clever.
I just wasn't looking.

I mean...
what were you thinking?

That you were gonna
fuck a confession out of me?

Hit me over the head,
tip me overboard?

No...

No...

You fucking bitch!

You did it. I know you did it.

Where's your phone?

Phone!

Arms up.

It was you! I know it was you.

Did I say that?

Obviously, you want it to be -
I fit the bill, right?

You know, the funny thing is,
if the shoe was on the other foot,

you'd be accusing me
of profiling you.

I don't want it to be you!

I don't want it to be anybody!

But since it was someone,
why not me?

So, what now?

I mean, what are you after?

It's not justice. Remorse?

Answers?

Ah, OK.

What's the question?

The reports said your son was six.

I remember Phil when he was six.

Too young to be crossing the road
on his own.

He was on the grass.
He was on the grass!

How would you know?

Shit happens,
and the world doesn't stop!

It should... but it doesn't.

Ask your question.

Go on.

Did he see you?

Did he see you... coming?

Did he know what was happening?

Was he scared?

Please!

Not scared.

Surprised.

But only for a second.

Or maybe I'm just saying that.

Maybe I wasn't there.

Maybe it was someone else
and all this is because you,

perhaps understandably,
are fucking insane!

You've got nothing!
The police have nothing!

And believe me,
if they ever do decide

to knock the scabs off this thing,

it'll be Lena, mm, not me,
who pays the price.

Now take us back.

If you think a dodgy shoulder
means that I can't hurt you...

I could beat you
so you'd crawl off this yacht

in a trail of
your own fucking slime.

I'm angry enough.

Now take us back.

No, I... I didn't hear you.

Yes.
Good.

We might have something.

But don't hold out too much hope
for the owner's recordkeeping.

He bought a ton of lead
that still stinks of incense

and forgot to take
the seller's name.

He keeps the posh car parts
in there.

Up there.

George! Good day's sailing?

Unmissable!
Told you she could handle a boat!

Oh, she's a treasure, all right.

Thank you.

If you think
you've got nothing left to lose,

I promise you, you have.

Pick a vulnerable kid,
woo the parents,

worm your way into the family -
classic sexual grooming.

My lawyers could have a field day
with you and Phil.

If you ever come near me
and my family again, they will.

Yeah.

Are they getting these?
They're looking at 'em now, sir.

Sir? It's not it.
The VIN number's wrong.

It was well hidden,
so it might be something,

but... it's not the car
we're looking for.

You said something interesting
yesterday.

If Geraghty was involved in this,

he didn't know
what he was getting into.

That he'd, er... put his foot
down a rabbit hole and slipped?

So that got me wondering...
what's the rabbit hole?

Was it gambling? Sex? Money?

He wasn't like that.

So, what was he like?
What mattered to him?

People.

He used to like
being part of things.

Loved it when you asked him
for advice.

He used to like to help.

He used to like to help his friends.

Rattery's a friend, eh? His?

Say... Rattery calls him up...

...says, "I got into a bit of bother.
I need to get a car off the island."

Maybe he lies to him about why,
maybe he doesn't.

What's Geraghty say to him?
What's... What's his advice?

"Don't even try.

"Stay off the roads.
Stay away from ferries.

"And whatever you do,
don't report it stolen,

"because there's been
a fatal accident,

"so we're checking
all the stolen-vehicle reports.

"Oh, what - you already have?

"Don't worry,
I'll put O'Brien on it."

"Gullible twat'll do anything
I tell him."

Well, minus the last bit...
I think you're right.

Thing is...

...wherever Rattery dumps the car,
he has to have left it there.

So, where's he put it?

Hold on, he's in property, right?
Rattery?

Yeah. Developments.

Most of them are construction sites
at the minute.

Good hiding places.

Asha.
'Sir. I'm on Sandhard Beach.

'The coastguard just pulled someone
out of the water.

'It's Frances Cairnes.'

Fuck. On my way. We've got to go.

You're back.

Did I miss lunch?
We ate early.

We didn't know where you were.
I was sailing.

Was it fun?
Hungry work.

I'll get something from the kitchen.

Marta?

Where's...? Oh...

Where's Frances?

Gone.

Why?

Because she wasn't
who she said she was.

And I found out.

Who...? Who was she?

Among other things, a con artist.

She was after money.
You don't need the details.

I should talk to Phil. Where is he?

Outside.

OK.

What about Lena?
What about her?

Frances is her friend.

We should call her,
tell her what's happened.

Lena can wait!

Do you know what a fraudster is?

Yeah.

Well, it turns out
that's what Frances was. Is.

She won't be coming back.

She's a teacher. She can't...

Hm? Maybe.

The closer you stick to the truth,

the harder it is
for people to see the lies.

But all that... about the writing
and the book...

...that was all just part of a sham.

I'm sorry, Phil.

I know you liked her.

She knew it, too.

What do you mean?

Well, it's what they do,
these people.

They make you feel special.

They make you feel wanted.

And all they're really after
is what they can get out of you.

But I haven't got anything.

No.

But I have.

Phil, whatever you're feeling
right now, it's OK.

It's all right to be angry.

It's all right to hate her -
anyone would.

All those things you did together...

...all those moments alone...

...all those intimacies...

...those things can feel
very special, can't they?

Even if they shouldn't be happening.

What do you mean?

Oh, nothing.
Nothing I blame you for.

We'll leave it alone for now, huh?

Come back to it later...
if we have to.

Can you call me when she wakes up?

How is she?

She's alive.

I called the planning office.

Right?
Branstone Lodge.

It's a conversion project.

Local consortium,
but planning tells me

that George Rattery
is the prime mover.

It was supposed to be converted
into a luxury resort -

golf course, cafe, the works -

but they found a colony of bats
living in the roof,

so the whole thing
was shut down six months ago.

That's not all. I called the office,

asked them to check
the ANPR records.

20 minutes after Martie Cairnes
was killed,

they picked up
George Rattery's number plate

half a mile
outside Branstone Lodge.

And then it was never seen again.

It disappears.

When's the warrant coming through?

We'll have a team in there
by the time we're talking to him.

It's him, isn't it?

Yeah.
He really did it.

Yeah. I really think he did.

'What are we supposed to do
with her things?'

What a very practical turn of mind
you have.

Unlike the rest of you,
I'm not reeling from shock.

Frances, a fake,
who could have guessed it

I'll ask Marta to clear out
the summer house tomorrow.

We could have a garage sale.
Recoup our losses.

There aren't any.
I told you - I flushed her out.

And Lena, you must be devastated.
Your special friend...

We should go to the police.

Tell them about her.
Yes.

We probably should.

And if you want me to... I will.

But, Phil, understand
that the police aren't...

They're not special.
They're not even clever.

They'll stick you in a room
and ask you all sorts of questions,

make you go through every
conversation you had with her -

everything that she tricked you
into telling her about us.

About me.

They'll make you feel as though...

you've done something wrong,
which you haven't.

And your mother and I
don't want that for you, Phil.

I mean, it isn't as if
she was very good at what she did.

She got nothing. We won!

I think that's worth
raising a glass to.

To us.

To us.
And bugger that woman.

And bugger that woman.

Dinner's ready.

Marvellous. Thank you, Marta.

See you in the morning.
Are you nervous?

I just don't want us to fuck it up.

You know, someone forgets to wear
gloves or seal an evidence bag

or log the time of the interview...

There's a million ways
to make evidence inadmissible.

Is something going on
between you and Asha?

What?

No.
Yeah. That's what I told Trish.

She thinks you're a predator
cos you don't like her dog.

Well, her dog's blind,
and it stinks.

Seriously?

You've got nothing better to do
than to...

...gossip with the receptionist?
Well, you know...

...it's a small place.

Parochial.

You know, you were right,
what you said about us.

"Not fit for purpose."

You know, maybe,
when Rattery called,

the boss didn't realise
what he was getting into,

but he would have known
within half an hour.

He made me part of it.

Feels good to be part of...

...putting it right.

Atonement, I guess.

It is weird, that thing you have
about the dog, though.

It only stinks
cos it's got a bad thyroid!

Hey, munchkin.

'Hi, this is Niamh.

'Sorry I can't come to the phone
right now,

'but if you leave a message, I'll
get back to you as soon as I can.'

Erm... I think I'll head up to bed.

I think I will as well.

Sleep well.

I've got some work to do.

No!

What have you done?
What have you done with Frances?

Oh, that's funny. I was gonna
ask you exactly the same question.

What, she wouldn't put out,

so you tell everyone
she's a con artist?

Oh, no, she wasn't.
That's just what I told the others.

But I don't need to lie to you,
do I, Lena?

We both know who Frances really is,
don't we?

Why are you looking at me like that?

You knew.
Knew what?

This was something the two of you
cooked up together, wasn't it?

Stop it. Stop acting
like I've done something!

"Frances, please,
I'll get you through the door,"

"and then
we'll take him down together!"

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Frances was writing a book.
It was nothing to do with you!

Oh, come off it.

Tell me where she is!

I know there's no book.
Of course there's a book!

There's no book!

No special friend who wants
to write a story about you!

You're not gonna get your face
on the cover of a magazine!

She played you.

That's not true.

It's either that, or you knew
all along what she was really up to,

so which story
do you wanna go with, Lena? Huh?

I don't know what kind of person
you think I am, George...

The kind of person who would
fuck her sister's husband...

You were the one
who did the chasing!

Come on, I was there, remember?
I didn't even have to break a sweat!

So, you're saying that Frances
just walked into your life!

And you went with her as easily
as you went with me.

Without a thought in your head.
Is that it?

Well, if there's no book,
then what was Frances doing here?

Why was she here?

She was the boy's mother.

I don't understand.

She was his... mother.

But you said...
I know what I said.

We both know what really happened.

OK. OK. OK, OK, OK. Shh...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

There's no need to push yourself,
OK? I'm sorry.

Everything's
gonna be all right. OK?

OK?

Lena, you... you didn't...

say anything inadvertently to her,
did you?

OK. OK. Sorry.

Hey, Tone! Hey. Listen,
I'm sorry to... call you at home.

Erm... I have, er, something
that requires a lawyer's take.

Er... It's, er...

It's regarding my sister-in-law.

I don't wanna speak to you.
I don't wanna see you.

I... I don't wanna hear your voice.

Look, I-I'm sorry about
what I said about Shannon.

It was vile.

Yes.
Was it true?

Is that what the person
who was with her when she was dying

thought of her?

Needy?

You know how many people
I've seen die?

You know how many times I would have
used the word "needy" to a relative?

You're a fucking monster.

I-I was drunk, and I was
looking for someone to blame.

It wasn't about her.
It was about me...

You were looking
for someone to blame? For what?

For messing up your plans
for the day?

For... bleeding to death
on your shoes?

For the fact that you had to pick
bits of her out of your hair?

Yeah, must have been
a real bother, that

No wonder
you're feeling hard done by.

No wonder you were looking
for someone to...

Breathe. Breathe.

Look at me. Look at me.

Breathe in. Breathe in.

And out. And in...

Oh... Thanks.

With sugar. It's good for you.

So, I, er...

...haven't been completely honest
with you.

I mean... hand on heart,
I don't think you have a case,

but that isn't why
I wouldn't help you.

I was fine after Shannon.

Or I seemed to be. Erm...

But, er... I'm not. I'm not.

And I did... I just didn't
wanna get dragged back there.

What happened outside,
does it happen often?

Often enough.
You shouldn't be at work.

Work's what keeps me going.

Keeps me together, you know?

Having stuff to think about.

Problems to solve.

I've never been great.

I'm getting help. Well...

...was.

My fucking... therapist dumped me.

And work don't know about it.

About any of it.

But you've told me.

Yeah.

And I'm... sitting here,
thinking that...

any employer that doesn't notice one
of its officers is unfit for duty

might be negligent in other ways.

I'm thinking
you're handing me ammunition.

Certainly not... trying to do that,
but, er...

...if that's how you wanna use it,
then...

On my first day, erm, on the island,
I met... I met this woman...

...whose son had been...

...knocked down in a...
in a hit-and-run.

Driver didn't stop, and
we hadn't been able to find them.

Erm, and I just remember
looking at her...

...and I... I couldn't see...

how she was able to keep putting
one foot in front of the other.

Er... You know,
maybe she had answers...

...that I could learn from her.

How to keep going.

And then, this morning, she just...
Pff... walked out into the sea.

And I realised she...
didn't have any answers.

That she needed answers,
and they weren't there.

And you don't want that
to happen to me?

Oh, I don't want it to happen
to anyone.

But you don't want it
to happen to me.

No.

I really don't want it
to happen to you.

George?

Morning.

You want tea?

I'll put the kettle on.

I can do it.

No! No, no, no, no, no! Stop! Stop!

I-I'll get some ice.
Oh, those poor feet!

Mrs Rattery?

I think something's wrong
with George.

S... Stay here.

May I?

Mrs Rattery?

Is George in?
We need to speak to him.

She... says there's something wrong
with him.

Mrs Rattery, where's your husband?

What the bloody hell
do you think you're doing?

He's in his office.

Get out! Get out of my house!