All language subtitles for The.Burning.Girls.S01E03.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH_[eng]

I understand
that Reverend Fletcher

was interested
in the Chapel's history.

The Chapel Croft,

kindred to a martyr,
still counts for something.

The Harpers are
very well respected.

You're not
in Nottingham now

where you know families
originally slaughtered kids.

Well, was it
an exorcism?

Don't let the past suck you in.

You really are evil.
Fuck you, joy!

You need friends
'round here.

I'm Rosie Harper.

And that's Tom,
my cousin.

Give me your camera.
No.

Oh.

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Morning, Jack.
Clara!

You're up early.

I could say the same.

Brian thinks
I'm mad, but...

I enjoy the peace
at dawn.

Do you run?

Not even for a bus.

Ha, so, what are you
doing here this early?

Well, I came to have
a chat with the boss,

and I did a bit of
cleaning up.

There's a pub quiz this
evening, you should come along.

It'll be an opportunity
to get to know us all.

There's me, Brian, and a chap
called Mike Sudduth,

he's a journalist,
works for the local paper.

Yeah, I met him.

You know, maybe he
could do a piece on you.

No.
No, no, no, no.

No, like, he said
the same, but this...

You know, there's really
not much to write about.

I'm sure
that's not true.

I bet you've got some
stories to tell.

Hmm.

Anyway...

If you change your mind,
Mike's very nice.

Although he's had
a tough few years.

You know about
his daughter?

It was an accident.

She was playing
in a friend's garden.

They had a rope swing.

Somehow,

Izzy had managed
to get the rope

twisted around
her neck.

I had her in my class.

She was such a...

kind and intelligent
little girl.

It drove the
families apart.

The mothers were close,

but Fiona never spoke
to Emma again.

Emma as in Emma Harper?

It happened
at the farm.

Devastated all of them.

Poppy didn't utter a word
for over a year.

She still barely talks.

I can't imagine.

And, of course,
Fiona blamed Emma.

I mean, that's
understandable.

I mean, at that age,
you know,

you don't watch your children
every minute, do you?

Emma wasn't there.

Popped out to the shops,
only down the road, but--

She left them on their own?
No.

She left Rosie in charge.

She was the one
watching them when...

Izzie died.

Look.

Peppa Pig is back.

"Some villagers begged
for forgiveness,

"confessing their sins
and kneeling for the men,

they were branded with
hot irons but released."

"Branded then released."

"The protestants
were James Oswald Harper,

"Andrew John Harper,
Lucinda Harper,

"who, along with
two young girls,

"Abigail and Maddie Carfer,

were burned at the stake..."

"...in Chapel Croft in 1556

on the order of
the Bishop of London."

"Abigail and Maggie betrayed?"

"Betrayed by whom?"

Why do you call mum
Judith and not mum?

'Cause she's not
a mum to me.

A mum should protect you,
take care of you,

love you.

I love you.

And I'll protect you.

Will you protect me?

Of course I will.

Promise?

Promise.

So, why are you running away
with Joy, then?

We're not going
anywhere.

We're not friends anymore.

It isn't just
the lens.

The camera body's
also damaged.

I'd say it'd come to
around 200 pounds.

Probably cheaper
to buy a new one.

Yeah, it's not an option.

I removed the film,
it doesn't seem to be damaged.

Yeah, thanks.

You don't see many
cameras like this nowadays.

No.

No, it was my dad's.

Thanks.

Uh, wait.

Leave it with me.

I'll see what I can do.
Really?

Oh, thank you!

Bye.

Thanks.

Wrigley?

Wrigley!

Wrigley?

What are you
doing here?

Getting my nails done,
mum's paying.

Oh, lucky you.

Stupid cow will pay
for anything

if it gets me
out of the house.

What do you want?

Actually...

I want to apologize.
Seriously?

Let me pay to get
your camera fixed.

No, I don't want
anything from you.

There's no reason
we can't be friends.

Oh, there's plenty.

So you prefer to
hang out with Wrigley?

Does all that twitching
turn you on?

Just fuck off.
So you like him, then.

Do you want to see
a picture of his cock?

It sucked him off once,
for a bet.

Bullshit.

Quite big, actually.

Fuck off. Please.

I came here to give you
a friendly warning.

Has Wrigley told you
about his last school?

Yeah.

Yeah, he set fire to it
and he had to move.

Well, that's not
the whole story.

He locked a girl in a cupboard
before he started the fire.

That's why he was
forced to move.

No, you're full of shit.

Look it up.

Ferndown Academy
and Tunbridge Wells.

Still don't care.

Your funeral.

- There you go.
- Cheers.

Thanks.

...give us our daily bread.

You should
leave this girl alone.

You should change your ways.

You really are evil.

The devil is in me!

The devil is in me!

The devil is in me!

Get out.

Get out.

Get out!

Before I fucking
kill you!

So...

Merry and Joy.

What would you
like to know?

So, you used to write
for the local newspaper.

I did, yes.

I mean...

Girls' disappearance, it must've
been a big story at the time.

Oh, not as big
as one might think.

No one was surprised,
really.

The girls weren't
exactly angels.

That was why the church
was asked to step in.

Step in how?

Well, Bible studies,
regular home visits.

Just keeping an eye
on the girls, really.

So 30 years ago,
that would've been...

Reverend Marsh.

Oh, we had a Curate
here back then.

Benjamin Grady.

Very young.

Very ambitious.

Handsome man.

Outwardly charming,
we all liked him.

And many of the village girls
had a crush on him.

Including Merry and Joy?

All of them.

He had quite a fan club.

But there certainly
were rumors about Joy.

It's been a long time.

I've missed you.

What is it?

I haven't had my period.

Was Grady ever considered a
suspect in Joy's disappearance?

He had an alibi...

for when Joy was
last seen by a witness

at the Henfield
bus stop.

And this witness
couldn't be wrong?

Well, she was, as you say,
an upstanding citizen,

and her description tallied

with what Joy's mother said
she was wearing that day.

And do you know
who the witness was?

Clara Rushton.

Reverend Rushton's wife?

Oh, but back then she
was still Clara Wilson.

She grew up
in Warbler's Green,

as did Grady.

And I know,
from a reliable source...

...she was infatuated
with him.

Shall we continue inside?

It's starting to get
rather chilly.

I'll take this in.
Thank you.

Here's some rom the time
we're talking about.

It's hard to believe
that's Clara.

She's changed through the years.
Who hasn't?

That's Grady.

Sancte Michael Archangele,

defende nos in proelio.

That ring, "Saint Michael
protect us in battle".

It's a prayer
of protection,

against the forces
of darkness.

Said he doesn't want
to see me anymore.

And if...

What?

If I tell anyone,

he said he's gonna tell my mum
that I've been sleeping around,

and she'll believe him
because he's a man of God.

Breathe.

We need to leave
this place.

Pack your stuff tonight,

meet me here tomorrow night
at nine and we'll go.

We can't stay here
any longer.

How late are you?

I don't know.

Five, six weeks?

Okay, we can
get rid of it.

Everything is
gonna be fine, Joy.

Okay.
We'll fix this together, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Meet here tomorrow night
at nine, okay?

Yeah?

Okay.

Thanks.

So what did Merry say about
Joy's disappearance?

The police went over
to talk to her,

but her mother
said she was ill.

They didn't
contact her again.

And a few days later,

Merry disappeared
as well.

Joy had left
a note which read,

"I am sorry.

We had to get away."

And the word "we"
convinced everybody

that they'd run away together,
but at different times.

But perhaps she ran away
with Benjamin Grady

because she was underage.

It would've been
scandalous here!

But elsewhere,
they could've started afresh.

Reverend Marsh said Grady
had left the village

because of
a family matter.

But there's no record of him
ever working as a priest again.

No trace of him at all,
actually.

Then a year after
the girls ran away,

Merry's mother and brother,
Jacob, disappeared.

So five people

vanish from the same village,
in the same year,

and nobody thought
that was suspicious?

The investigation
left much to be desired.

Joan, you're tired,
I should go.

I'm 85, I'm always tired.

Yeah.
I should go anyway.

God bless you, Joan.

Right, you ready?

You look amazing.

I'm not sure
I want to go.

Why not?

Poppy's had
a difficult week.

Well, Rosie can
look after her.

She was supposed to
look after her

when she ended up
in the slaughterhouse.

You're not blaming
her for that, are you?

No, but--

Poppy can be difficult,
you know that.

So maybe we shouldn't
leave them on their own.

You can go
and I'll stay here.

No.

We're both going,

and we're both
going to enjoy it.

Aren't we?

Yes?

Hey.

Good.

You do look amazing.

You sure you don't want
to come tonight?

To a pub quiz?
No, thanks.

You gonna be all right
here on your own?

Hmm, I'll be fine.

Look, I'll work out a way to get
your camera fixed, okay?

It's not about
the camera.

Well, what is it, then?
Nothing, okay?

I'm just gonna
go upstairs.

Well, what about your dinner?
I'll just make something later.

Flo...
Mum, will you just leave it?

If you really want
to know what's wrong,

just take a look around.

All right?

Oh, I'm so glad
you could make it.

Uh, I believe you've
met Mike before,

so no need
for introductions.

No.

Hi.
Hi, again.

What can I get you?

Oh, a pinot noir
or Malbec, please.

Coming up.

So, how's your day been?

Fine.
Um, interesting.

So glad you decided to come--
she doesn't like quizzes.

Oh, she's not a fan of
journalists, either,

but here she is,
quizzing with a hack.

Malbec.

Thanks.

So, what's your
specialist subject?

Um, first impressions,
obviously.

Obviously.

Um, followed by making
new friends a close second.

Those are
good things to know

when you're new
on a quiz team.

Cheers.

Good evening, Chapel Croft,

and welcome to quiz night
at the Barley Mow.

Hello.
Hi.

Didn't expect to see you
at our pub quiz.

Oh, Clara invited me.

Did you enjoy it?

Oh, I did, yeah, I mean, I don't
usually go to quizzes.

Something of a village
tradition.

Simon's big
into tradition.

They all are around here.

Are you not from
around here originally?

No, I met someone when
I was at uni in Brighton.

We lived there for a while,
moved here when his father

wanted him to
take over the farm.

Nice!
Maybe.

I didn't have
much choice.

I was pregnant
with Rosie and...

what Simon wants,
Simon gets.

Do you smoke?

I do.

You seem to be
getting on well with Mike.

Yeah, nice guy.

I suppose you've heard
about what happened,

with his daughter.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Tragedy for
everyone involved.

I wasn't even supposed to be
watching Izzy that afternoon.

I was doing Mike
a favor.

He called and begged me
to pick her up from school.

Begged?

Because he was drunk--

too drunk to drive,
and not for the first time.

He was an alcoholic.

Fiona gave him
one last chance.

If he blew it,
she'd be gone.

I was just trying to help.

I knew I shouldn't have left
the girls with Rosie,

but she was 13 and it
was only for a few minutes.

Most parents would've
done the same.

Do you believe in evil,
Reverend?

I believe in evil acts.

You don't believe that
someone can be born evil?

I believe that we all have
the capacity for good and evil,

but in some,
it's more prevalent than others.

Emma...

if you ever need
anyone to talk to...

you can always come
and visit me at the chapel.

Emma!

Emma?

Thanks for the chat,
Reverend.

Emma, where the fuck are you?

We really must get the girls
together sometime.

Ah...

There you are.
I was worried you'd run away.

Are you leaving?

I'm afraid so.

I'm so happy you came, Jack.

Fresh blood.

Well, we'll see you soon.
Yeah.

Bye-bye.
Bye.

Bye.

Night night.
Good night.

Good night.

There you go.
Thank you.

Would you like
another drink?

Uh, yeah,
I'll have a...

lemonade, please.

Coming right up.

Hello, can I help you?

Who are you?
I'm Reverend Bradley,

and I'm happy to welcome
you to our church.

No, its...

Where's the other vicar?

The other vicar?

The woman that
used to be here.

Do you mean Reverend Brooks?
I'm afraid she left.

Yeah, but where is she?
I don't know.

You're lying to me,
aren't you?

You just don't
want to tell me.

Go to bed!

What are you doing here?

Your mum is very
worried about you.

I had a bad trip,
so what?

Well, let's see
what God can do.

Look, I have to
tell you something.

That sounds ominous.

I found this stuffed through
my letterbox this morning.

"Whoever conceals his
transgressions will not prosper.

"But he who confesses
and forsakes them

will attain mercy."

Proverbs 28 to 13.

Something terrible happened
in my old church.

Saint Anne's
in Nottingham.

A little girl
was murdered.

Should we go to the police?
No, no, no, no.

I don't want it all
dragged up again.

Listen, can we just go
somewhere more private?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Hello?

It's you.

A Reverend Brooks, Jack?

I need to know
where she went.

As I said inside,
I can't help you.

You can.

You just don't want to.

There you go.

Thanks.

So Ruby's mother died
of a drug overdose,

and she was fostered by
her aunt and her aunt's partner.

They didn't treat her well,
they were abusive.

In what way?
Oh, well,

Ruby would show up at church
with cuts and bruises

and scrapes, and then
one day, a broken arm.

That sounds like something
for social services.

Yeah, of course.

I contacted them,
but they always had

a plausible explanation,
you know,

Ruby had fallen off
a swing

or she fell off
her bike.

Every time she
came into church,

I noticed that she was
quieter, she was thinner.

So I confronted
her guardians.

And they were
furious with me.

They accused me of being
a religious homophobe.

You know.

The church and homosexuality,
all of that,

it's very,
very complicated.

So even though I knew
they were wrong,

I knew they were wrong,

I didn't want them to go public
with their accusations.

So I took a step back.

And then one day
I came into church...

...and they'd
murdered her on my altar.

They thought
she was possessed.

Jack, it wasn't your fault.

It wasn't.

I should've pushed
the authorities further.

I should've done that.

Which is why when
the local community

blamed me, and the local
press blamed me...

I believed them.

Poppy?

Poppy, are you all right?
What--?

Are you okay?

Oh, shit.

Okay.

Ow! Oh!

No, no!

Mum!

♪♪