All language subtitles for Blood.UK.S02E02.1080p.x265-PGW

JIM: I shouldn't have
stayed away for so long.

But I'm here now.

- Cheers.
- To new arrivals. Jim.

- You're welcome.
- Thank you, Tom.

Were you recognized?

You're the one killed his wife?

Dad should be in prison.

GILLIAN:
I'm worried about Fiona.

I don't think she's getting
all the support that she needs.

And what have the doctors
got you on?

Not everything can be fixed.

Tom and Gillian have
kindly offered

to take up
the children's school fees.

JIM: They were up to something
in here, and I'm gonna find out.

I thought I saw
something strange

going on there in the garage.

I just thought I'd mention it

because it's probably worth
a word.

Why don't you let Owen
and what happens in this house

to myself and Gillian?

- SHANE: [ Groans ] Stop!
- Close the door, Owen.

This is what happens
when you get careless!

- Oh!
- [ Tires screech ]

JIM:
She doesn't need the guards.

I'm actually
a detective now, Jim.

I'm afraid you won't be able
to go home just yet.

We found a body
in the boot of the car.

We believe it to be
your husband's.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

OFFICER: Mind your head.
Out of the car.

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Telephone ringing ]

I am authorizing your arrest
under suspicion of murder.

You have the right
to consult a solicitor.

You have the right to inform

a friend or relative
of your arrest.

If you do not exercise
these rights now,

it will not preclude you
from doing so later.

[ Speaking indistinctly ]

Your solicitor,
should you choose

to seek out
legal representation...

Do you understand
what I've said to you?

Yes.

Here you go.

How are you getting on?

Do you need anything?
Anything you want brought?

Medications or...?

I'm not answering any questions

until I have
legal representation.

These aren't questions.

I'm just trying to make sure
you're comfortable.

Where's my dad?

I asked to see my dad.

Unfortunately,
the member in charge

has refused to allow visitation
from your dad.

It would be inappropriate
given his relationship with...

...the victim.

I don't have an agenda here,
Fiona.

I'm just trying to do my job.

And just so you know --

and I say this as a friend...

...if you don't say anything
when the recording starts...

...I can use that
against you in court.

Eat your crisps.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

PAUL:
You think they saw us?

- No.
- How do you know?

You think they'd leave us
standing there if they did?

We shouldn't have done that.

We shouldn't have
broke the lock.

I shouldn't have let you.
Jesus.

Look, sip that.

Look, I need to go.
Fiona is still bloody waiting.

No.
Wait, Paul.

I don't want Fiona
seeing you like this.

I don't want her knowing
about this.

The stress would be too much
for her.

Not until we've spoken
to the guards.

Guards? Jim, we can't
talk to the guards.

What?

We weren't supposed to be there.

Paul, what are
you talking about?

This is your place of work.

I don't feel good about this.
I just...

I don't think this is
going to end well for us.

Paul, they battered
that young fella.

I know.
I know.

They are dealing drugs
from the place.

This could be terrible
for Tom and Gillian.

Can we just wait
until the morning?

Can we -- Can we
discuss it then? I just...

It's late.

We've had a few drinks,
and we maybe...

Maybe we just misunderstood.

We have not misunderstood
anything, Paul.

Can we just talk about this
in the morning

with clear heads, please?!

Yeah, okay.

Thank you.

Now, I need to get back
to Fiona.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Where have you been?

I've been sat here 20 minutes.

I'm sorry.

[ Engine starts ]

Christ, will you slow down?

- Do you want me to drive?
- No.

I was gonna tell you
about the school fees thing.

I -- I didn't know he was
gonna come out with it.

Just so you know,
Tom very much blindsided me

with the whole thing.

I don't think it's a good idea.

Can we just talk about it
tomorrow?

It's late.

We're meeting
with Michael tomorrow.

What?

In the evening,
when you're back from work.

I don't get
a say in that either?

I asked you to reach out to him,
but you won't.

So you just went behind my back?

I'm not having my brother
get pushed out of my life

so you can have the comfort
of forgetting your mistakes.

This is your last chance, Paul.

- You need to meet...
- Or what?!

- You'll do what?!
- Paul.

- What'll you do?!
- Paul!

[ Tires screech ]

[ Horn blares ]

[ Gasps ]

- I'll drive.
- Oh.

No.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.
Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.
That was...

That was so stupid.

Hello, Marjorie.

I thought you'd be in bed.

Poor Rose was a bit upset
this evening.

Oh?

[ Bottle pops open ]

You let him drink?

What, am I supposed to
restrain him?

He's not my child.

[ Sighs ]

Hello, chicken.

Come here to me.

Now...

What's the matter?
What's going on?

Have you been having
scary dreams?

Do you think
there's football in heaven?

I should think so.

There will probably be a lot
of footballers in heaven

already now.

All the old ones.

They probably have
a whole league.

Does that mean
Jesus is a referee?

Um...

You know, I think he's probably
busy being the son of God

and doing nice things
for people on Earth,

so he might just delegate
to a real referee.

But you don't need to be
worrying about heaven yet.

[ Door closes ]

PAUL:
[ Shouts indistinctly ]

Should I leave
the light on again?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Gagging softly ]

[ Inhales sharply ]

[ Snoring ]

Look, I'm just gonna speak
to Gillian, you know?

I think she'll be a lot more
amenable than her husband.

And we just tell them
what we saw,

and then they can decide.

I'm just not comfortable
telling nobody.

Well, neither am I.

But Owen was there.

And after the way Tom reacted
to what you said last night,

I just...

I'm worried, you know?

Tom and Gillian.

They didn't
just give you a house.

Yeah? They gave us ours.
They gave me this job.

If Owen says one thing
and you say another, Jim...

Paul, they are dealing drugs
out of the farm.

We witnessed a crime.

You don't know these lads.

This is serious.

They could implicate us
or worse.

You think you're just
gonna say something,

and that's gonna be
the end of it?

- What is wrong with you?
- Jesus Christ, Jim!

This isn't
gonna make up for anything!

If you want to make things right

with Fiona and the family,

we can't put them at risk.

And that's what we'd be doing
with people like this.

I can't do that.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Knock on door ]

Door's unlocked.

[ Door opens ]

Has it gone cold?

Ah, you have a few minutes.
If you're quick.

GILLIAN:
I was such a little slut.

[ Both laugh ]

When I was 14, I tried to kiss
Margaret Louise O'Toole

in a bush by the hockey pitch.

Oh, my God, she was filthy.

[ Chuckles ]

The gayest woman I ever met.

I was totally, totally in love.

She spurned me for Liam Tracy
from the boys' school.

Cow.

He told her that he liked
her tits in Mass,

so I think she thought that
meant she had to marry him.

[ Both laugh ]

He got her pregnant.

She left school.

I never saw her again.

Shit!

That's not where I thought
that story would go.

She was the only gay girl
I knew.

Ah, come on. Half the nuns
were probably lesbians.

Having a whale of a time.

[ Both laugh ]

Did you really never like
any girls?

No.

You transcend sexual preference.

[ Laughs ]

I think about
starting over sometimes.

Moving away.

I have a house
in the south of France.

We've hardly used it
since Owen was small.

It's just going to waste.

We could take the kids.

They have great schools there.

International.

- Are you serious?
- Why not?

What, after you've gone and paid
for next term's school fees?

You wish Tom hadn't done that,
don't you?

No.

No, I'm grateful.
I-I am grateful.

It's just...

I don't know.

I just thought for a second
maybe we could...

You still can.

You don't know
what I was thinking.

[ Both chuckle ]

BREEN:
Interview commenced.

9:15, June 23rd,
South Street Station.

Present, myself,
Detective Sergeant Breen,

interviewing Fiona Crowley.

Present also
solicitor Louisa Short.

For the record, Mrs. Crowley,

also in pursuant
with regulation 5.2,

I am to remind you that you're
not obliged to say anything

unless you wish to do so,

but anything you say
will be taken down in writing

and may be given in evidence.

As you're aware, this interview
is being recorded,

and the recording may be
given in evidence, okay?

Right.

So why don't we start

with you telling me about
the night of the crash?

What you remember.
In your own time.

Um...

I was at the house,

and Paul
hadn't come home from work.

I started to worry
when it got late.

He wasn't answering his phone.

Paul's mam, Marjorie,
was away with the kids,

so I couldn't ask her for help,

so I went out to look for him.

And I was driving, looking,

and I don't know.

I-I must have hit something
or skidded.

That's all I can remember
till the hospital.

It sounds like you were very
worried about your husband.

Were you afraid
he'd been hurt somewhere?

Stuck under a tractor or...?

He'd not been well recently.

He's tried to hurt himself.

I was worried
he might have done something.

I'm sorry for being insensitive.

Ah.
It must have been difficult.

So what time would you
usually expect him home?

Around 6:00.

Okay, and what time did you
decide something was wrong?

Once he missed dinner.

Maybe half-7:00, 8:00.

My wife would worry too
if I'd miss dinner.

It'd be a very bad sign indeed.

You wouldn't like me
when I'm hungry.

[ Laughs ]

So you get in the car,
and where do you go?

Um, I -- I don't really, uh...

I was just driving around,

looking for places he could be,

that he could have gone to,
to...

Right, you were worried
that maybe he'd

done something
to hurt himself again.

My client has already
explained this.

I'm just trying to make sure
that I have everything right.

Yes.

And you didn't think
to call your dad?

I mean, he's staying at the farm
where Paul works,

and you weren't meant
to be driving.

Well, I was panicking.

I understand.

You know, I'd probably have done
the same thing myself

if it were my wife.

I might have probably checked
in the place she worked first.

If I knew that's where
she was last.

You know,
instead of driving around,

looking in other places.

Why didn't you stop at the farm
if he'd been at work?

I don't -- I don't know why.

I was...

Could it have been because
you knew he wasn't?

That actually he hadn't been
at work at all that day?

He was at home...

...with you...

- ...all day.
- No.

SHORT:
What evidence is there for this?

Tom Mooney visited Paul

in your house...

...that afternoon.

Why are you lying to me?

Jim.

You all right, lads?

Yeah.
Yeah, just, uh, finishing up.

Looks good, looks good.

Can I help you at all?

No.

Just wanted to tell you
me pal Owen's let me know

you've had a problem
with the car.

I'll sort that for you
if you want.

Drop by the garage some time.

Absolutely.

KIAN:
Listen, while I'm here, uh...

...thought I'd just warn you.

There's some funny shite
going on around the yard, like.

You know, bits and bobs
gone missing about the place.

My barn was broken into.

I wondered
if you seen anything, Jim,

seeing as you're living
in the yard these days, like.

No, nothing.

PAUL:
Sorry to hear that.

No, I hope it's nothing
too valuable.

Nothing that can't be replaced.

I've raised it
with Tom and Gillian.

And obviously they're worried,

what with that lovely horse
of theirs

and all their valuables
and things.

Just keep an eye out for me,
lads, will you?

PAUL: Yeah, yeah.
C-Course.

Maybe Tom and Gillian
should call the guards.

Theft, you know, is serious.

You trust the guards?

If I were you, I wouldn't be
giving them another chance

to have a pop at me.

Because they'll be looking
for one, I promise you that.

Sounds like you know
more about it than I do.

Your man here does,
that's for sure.

Anyway, I just thought
I'd give you the heads-up.

You lads take care now.

[ Engine starts ]

He knows we were there.

What did he mean?

We're fucked.

What did mean,
you know the guards?

I don't know.

I think he just meant, like,

what our family
has been through.

Paul, you know what he meant.

Now, what's going on?

What hold has that bollocks
got over you?

What have you done?

I'm on a suspended sentence.

For what?

Assault.

It was just a stupid fight.

A year ago.

The sentence was only suspended
because of Fiona and the kids,

but if I do anything,
if I so much as look wrong...

- Christ.
- And, Jim, they know.

You heard them.

They know,

and if I come at them,
if I say anything,

they're gonna come at me,
and the very best thing

I'm gonna be able to hope for
is prison.

Jesus Christ.
He knows we were there.

He's fucking with us.

No, you don't know that, Paul.
You don't know that.

What are we gonna do?
[ Breathing heavily ]

Calm down, Paul.
Everything's gonna be okay.

- Breathe, Paul.
- I can't.

Take a deep breath.

Would you like something
to drink?

I really shouldn't.

No, I meant like coffee.

Oh, uh, yeah, sure.

I think Fiona wants to leave me.

She looks at me
with so much scorn, I mean...

I don't know.
If I was her, I'd leave me.

Wouldn't you?

You want her to.
You can say it.

You always thought
she married a tit.

Here.

Look, Fiona loves you, Paul.

But think about all the stuff
that she's going through.

She's having a hard time.
You both are.

You won't tell her
about what I told you?

- She didn't want you to know.
- No.

There's times, you know, when...

...I thought maybe it'd be
just better if I just,

I don't know, disappeared...

...down into the woods near
the church there and just...

I don't have the balls.

Paul, have you spoken to
your doctor about any of this?

What good will that do?
Will that fix any of this now?

It might fix
how you respond to it.

It might fix how
you're feeling about it.

I don't know.

What good am I happier
to anyone anyway?

And why should I be happy?
I caused all this.

You know, you never really
responded to my proposition.

What proposition?

Come on.

I thought you were messing.

I'm tired of pretending.

I'm tired of protecting
everyone else except me.

I want to be myself.
[ Chuckles ]

I -- I'm...

I mean, yeah,
I understand totally.

And that's just not where I am.

That's not...

I can't do that with you.

[ Sighs ]

But, look, I -- I love this.

I adore you.

But my kids are babies,

and I'm dying,

and I have to make sure
they're okay.

I can't just run away with them.

I have to be responsible.

You know
I'll look after the kids.

You know how much I love them.

It's different for you, Gillian.

You've got the rest
of your life.

- You can put yourself first.
- You think I'm being selfish?

No.

I'm just not ready.

I'm sorry.

[ Sighs ]

MARJORIE: Fiona?

Oh, shit.

- [ Door closes ]
- Are you awake?

Yeah, I'm ju--
I'm just changing.

Hello.

Oh.

Gillian was just in
fixing the...

- Blocked sink.
- Blocked sink.

Oh.
We have a blocked sink?

Upstairs.
But it's all sorted now.

I'm sure Paul
could have done that.

Sure, I was nearby.

Anyway, give me another call
if there's any more trouble.

Sure.

She's an odd woman, isn't she?

And so in need of a good hobby.

KIAN:
Come on, lads.

We know when we're not wanted.

That's one problem solved.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Horn honking ]

What is your problem?

Why did they have to leave?
They didn't do anything wrong.

That remains to be seen.

I don't like the way they act,

and I don't like the man you are
when you're around them.

I know, they're your friends,

and your mum
thinks they're good for you

and they've been a great help.

Is this because of Jim?

What is your problem with Jim?

Owen, there's nothing
to stop you

running your little garage
somewhere else.

He's a killer, Dad.
Everyone's talking about it.

But you're fine having him here.

Oh.

What have I interrupted?

He's kicked them out.
Kian. All of them.

You did what?

Well, you were worried
about them too.

Do you not think it would have
been appropriate to discuss it?

Look, I just think, given
the way things are changing,

it was time for them
to find somewhere else,

and it's time for Owen
to look out for himself.

You don't even know
what you've done.

You haven't a fucking clue
about anything.

You might not see it
right this minute, son,

but everything I have done,

everything I ever do,
is to protect you.

GILLIAN: Owen.

Owen.

Fucking dickhead.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

Hello, Jim.

Frank.

[ Water stops running ]

- JIM: Oh!
- There you go.

Thanks, Frank.

[ Exhales sharply ]

- Good luck.
- Cheers.

So how are things generally,
Frank?

I mean, what are they saying?

What are the doctors
telling you?

You know,
improvements here and there.

They said that my memory

m-may come back,
but I-I-I don't know.

Well, maybe, you know, some
things are best left forgotten.

I sure would like to see
the face of the bastard

that hit me
and left me for dead.

We'd have some words,
I can tell you.

We'd have some strong words.

Are you staying with the family?

Ah, yeah, yeah.
Close by.

And how is everyone?

[ Chuckles ] Not great.

Not great.

You know, I thought
I was coming home

to make things better, but...

...it seems like I'm just
making things worse sometimes.

I don't know.
I don't know.

I -- I don't know
what I can tell you.

I think -- I think it's
important that you're here,

you know, and I...

Things will come right for you.
You know, they always do.

You never let me down.

[ Keypad beeping ]

[ Whispering ] Oh,
that's a good boy.

Ohh.
You're a good boy, huh?

Beautiful boy.
Let me get this off you now.

Good boy, good boy.

That's a good boy, huh?

Hey.

There's a tree come down
in the back paddock, and, um,

Dad wants us to go down
and take a look.

I'll go in the morning.

He wants us to check it now.

I can't.

I got to be home tonight.
I've got a guest.

He's worried about the sheep.
He's worried there's one stuck.

I can tell him
if you don't want to...

All right!

All right, just...

It'll have to be quick, though.

I'll drive us down.

Just let me lock up.

Shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

[ Knock on door ]

- Hiya.
- Hi.

- You all right?
- Yeah. You?

Yeah, I'm fine.

He's not home yet.

Come and have a cup of tea.

No, wait.
Now, hang on.

You're overshooting the paddock.

Should we not turn back, no?

Owen.

Where are we going?

Just shut up.

PAUL: Hi.
You've reached Paul.

Sorry I'm not around
to take your call.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

[ Beep ]

Listen, Paul,
I've just been thinking about

what you said earlier, you know,
and I just wanted to say,

if there's anything
you want to say to me,

anything at all, I'm here.

I'm here.

And, look,
whatever happened in the barn,

we can put that to bed.

Don't worry about it.

We can keep that to ourselves.

I just thought I'd call
and say that.

Okay, bye.
Bye.

Get out.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Go get in the car, Owen.

Look, I don't know
what you want or what...

I know you were in my barn
last night.

- No, Kian...
- You and Jim Hogan.

Listen, Kian,
I'm not gonna say nothing.

You saw what happened to Shane,
didn't you, yeah?

The hiding he got.

So you want to take me
seriously, then, don't you?

Yeah.

There is something you can take
real fucking seriously.

He's dead.

Jesus Christ.

One of you two
stole from me last night.

You broke into my barn,
and you stole.

Is that how you got the old man
to turf me off his property?

You show him the stuff?

We didn't take anything, Kian.
I swear to God.

Shut up!

I've lost my place of business.

I'm gonna have to sell the lot

because I've got
no fucking place to keep it!

I'm gonna make a loss.

So as you can see,

I'm currently
in a wee spot of bother.

You're gonna help me
make up the shortfall.

What is it you think I can do?

Our friend Gillian,
she keeps a good-looking horse.

Say he's worth
at least 200 grand.

No. No way. I cannot
steal you a fucking horse.

I'm not asking you to get on it
and ride it to me, dickhead!

I just need you
to get me into the yard

so I can take it myself.

I wouldn't trust you
to break into your own car.

You won't get 200 grand
for a stolen horse, Kian.

Maybe I'll get four!
Four grand, maybe five.

Be enough.

Owen tells me you're going on

one of your little golfing
day trips in a couple days.

- Sounds like a good time.
- I can't.

Oh, sure you can.
Sure you can.

Nothing you haven't done before,
is it?

I just need you to forget
a few things

when you head off on your
nice day out, that's all.

Forget to lock those big gates,
set those loud alarms.

And I can slip into the yard,
no noise, no drama, myself,

and then I can make back
what I've lost.

You just need to
look the other way.

Like you always have.

Just be a bit useless, huh?

I can't.
I can't.

You don't understand what
you are asking me to --

I'm not asking anything, Paul!

Okay, okay.

You fuck this for me,

you say anything,
it's the end for you.

Tell me you understand.

You don't want to
get this wrong, Paul.

Your family don't want you
to get this wrong.

Good.

We have an agreement.

BREEN: Did you kill
your husband, Fiona?

SHORT:
That is a leading question,

and you should not answer.

Then we will use that
against you.

We'd had a fight.

Paul walked out.

- Fiona...
- No, I-I just want to explain.

I thought he was trying to use
the threat of hurting himself

to scare me into backing down,

into going after him.

So I didn't.

But then an hour went by,
then two.

I know I shouldn't have
tried to skirt around it,

but I know how it looks.

BREEN:
Lying looks worse.

That's what it's called,
by the way, you know?

Lying.

Maybe there was a fight.

But the only thing I believe

you were out there
looking for last night

was a place to bury
your husband's body.

SHORT: That is
your personal view, Detective.

No. I didn't.
I didn't do any of this.

I don't know what the hell
is going on.

I loved my husband.

Do you recognize this?

I don't know
what I'm looking at.

My client is not a mechanic.

That car's brakes
have been tampered with.

It's hardly the work
of a mechanic.

That the original plan, was it?

SHORT: That is a wild and
baseless accusation, Detective.

Was it supposed to look like
an accident?

Why would I drive his bloody car

if I knew it would crash?

You tell me.

I wouldn't even know
how to do this.

- So this all just coincidence?
- Well, you tell me.

Someone else
chanced upon your husband

as he stalked off in a sulk,

killed him...

...hid him in the boot
of his own car

while you just were sat inside
none the wiser?

Someone had to.

Because it wasn't me.

I didn't do this.

Maybe it is my fault.

Maybe if I'd just
gone after him.

Maybe if I just said sorry,

then none of this
would have happened,

but I didn't, and now he's gone,

and I have to live with that.

But I didn't kill him.

I swear on my mother's grave,
that is the truth.

[ Woman vocalizing ]