All language subtitles for Messiah - S04E01 - The Harrowing - GR

No!

Rachel!

Please let me...
Rachel! Open the door.

Please, Rachel.

Sh-h, love. It's all right.

Rachel!

Please. Daniel. Let me in.

Open the door. Please.

Please.

Rachel.

I'm coming over.

No, no. No, you did the right thing.

OK. The only people who can sort
this out are Jack and Rachel.
I know that.

Izzy's dead, Jack.

This isn't going to bring her back.

Why would Izzy do it, Red?

You OK?

OK.

What time is he on duty?

I don't know.

Eight. He said he started at eight.

Ah. I'll see he gets some sleep.

You know, getting
through these things...

takes some time.

You know what this is?

It's a metaphor.

A metaphor for my life.

These are new shoes.

The walk'll break them in.

£300 on new boots, right?

Sat across the table
from a blind date.

Know what's going through my mind?
Not if you spend £300 on boots.

Most people who kill are men,
most people who get killed are men.

I work with men solving crimes
committed by men against men.

It's amazing what people throw away.

I laugh at his jokes, I...
I frown when he's serious,
I nod when he talks.

But inside I'm thinking,

"Is he one of them men?"

If some bloke took something of his,
would he grind a broken bottle
in his face? So, no more.

You're right, Duncan.

New shoes symbolise hope,

and I have no room for hope
in my life.

I'm getting a sinking feeling
myself.

What's-her-face never had
this problem, did she?

Kate? She had her moments.
Do you still hear from her?

She wanted a complete break
from the force. Jesus Christ.

Get Red. Vickie, get Red.

The guy from pest control said
there were ten hives in the back.

Anything between 20 to 40,000 bees.

They think they've
got rid of the threat

They think? They've never
seen anything like this.

Gibson! Come here with that crowbar.
Get this door open now.

Who could do that to another?

see beyond the victim.

See the killer. What about the van?

Anything unusual?
What, you mean apart from the bees,
the maggots and the dead girl?

The doors. They've been stripped.

Like a company logo
or banner's been removed.

And there's no registration plate.
Probably a leased vehicle.

Find out the name of the firm,
the person they leased it to.

Give me a glove.

"Save me." Save who?

The victim?

The killer?

Catherine McArdle.

Queensborough College.

Go to the college.

Talk to the tutors,
talk to fellow students, friends,

any room mates, boyfriends
she might have had trouble with.

Thank you.

Oh, Jesus.

Who's let...?

She can't do this one.

I'll deal with it.

Tim told me it was bad.

I'd say welcome back, but, um...
I'll see what I can get on the parents.

I don't want this to be
your first case back at work.

She's a student.

She's the same age as Isabel.

Look, once the inquest is...

I need to do this.

Thanks.

Isabel committed suicide, Vickie.

They're not connected.

What if I missed something
at her crime scene?

Look at the differences.
They're not connected.

Hiya. I'm looking
for a Professor Uhomi, please.

Thank you.

Catherine McArdle's medical records.

That the parents?

Catherine, five years old.

Bruising of the torso.

12, broken arm.

Social Services looked at the
father, talked to the mother.
She backed up his story.

Nobody charged?

When did you last speak
to your daughter, Mrs McArdle?

We talked to her on the phone a
couple of days ago, but we hadn't
seen her for a few months now.

Catherine was always studying
for one exam or another.

She was very focused on doing well.

When she decided to do something,
nothing would stop her.

Focused?

Well, she studied so much.

She believed that by working hard
now, it pays off later.

Nobody gives you nothing for free.

Not in this life.

Did she talk about her boyfriend?
Other friends?

You know what kids are like.

They get a bit of freedom,
they lose your phone number,

don't talk to you in the same way.

Neither of you feel
that she was unhappy?

Feeling threatened?

Trouble of any kind? Um...

I...
I don't think Cathy was unhappy.

I... I haven't... haven't seen that.

Thank you. Sorry for your loss.

He talks too much.

And not about the right things.

A bright student - in the top 5% for
the essays she actually submitted.

Her essay on the loss of feeling
was really quite perceptive.

And she got on well
with her fellow students?
No complaints, trouble with drugs?

Catherine and drugs?
No, I don't think so.

Well, at least not
while she was here, anyway.

While she was here?

Catherine McArdle dropped out
of university six weeks ago.

I've got the address of the student
house she was staying at. Forensics
will meet us there. OK, well done.

Catherine McArdle lost her focus.

Come in.

Mr Eccleshall?

DS Clarke.
- Oh, of course.

Um, Vickie, isn't it?

Is this about Isabel's inquest?

Do you have any psychology
students in your literature classes?

I don't think so. Why? I...

Well, it's probably a coincidence.

Catherine McArdle wasn't in any
of Isabel Price's classes was she?

I don't think so.

Let me check for you.

C. I'd be lost without this thing.

She's not in any trouble, is she?

OK, here we go.

Er, no.

Sorry. No, that's fine.

Thanks.

The press are looking
for a statement.

Nothing about the signature...

or the manner of death.
What about the students?

Kept herself to herself,
stayed in her room. They didn't know
she'd dropped out.

Not as industrious as Daddy thought.
We're different people with
our parents, though.

Which is Catherine's room?
Straight to the top of the stairs.

Her mobile was charging.
She got a call, 3.45 yesterday.

No caller ID. We're doing a
reverse billing to trace the number.

Can you bag this later?

I only caught the tail end. She was
arguing with someone. A woman.

I guess they heard the door close
and decided to tone it down.

I don't make a habit of listening
to other people's business.

Don't suppose
you got anything useful -
description, car registration?

I don't respond well to negativity.

And you have a very negative aura.

She looked... She dressed
more expensive than Catherine.

When you say smarter,
do you mean she dressed older?

I mean she didn't live around here.
Catherine left about
10, 15 minutes after her.

Did she have any boyfriends?
Didn't see the recent one.

I heard him plenty, though,
if you know what I mean. Is there
going to be a reward for this?

Because, believe it or not, this
lap of wanton luxury don't come free.

They're here. Who's here?

Get him back!

Mrs McArdle.

Mr McArdle, could you wait
inside the car, please?

Oh...

..Cathy.

Mrs McArdle...

..you saw that she was lost,

How long had you known that
she'd dropped out of university?

Well, it was only for this year.

She came to see me.
She needed money to pay for...

She was going to go back next year.
Did she say why wanted
to take a year out?

No, she wouldn't say.

She was worried if her father
found out she'd dropped out.

She thought she was protecting me.

Where's McArdle?

Can you think of anyone
who might want to harm her? Uh,
I can't think who that might be.

You can't think?

Or you're too scared to think?

Was she afraid of her father?

She was scared she'd let me down.

She was trapped!

I didn't protect her and
now she's dead and there's
nothing I can do for her!

You can still free her.

What is it? Did you hurt her?

Did you kill her? What?

How could you think...?

What have you said to her?
Let's step outside.
I should have saved my girl!

What did you do?

You're not fit to be her father!

I loved her!
You? You tore her in two!

You tore her apart.

He tore her inside
and I did nothing.

He was always there
and I did nothing.

I should rot in hell with h...

Evelyn. It's all right.
Cathy's not suffering now.

She's in heaven.

Oh, she's...

Oh, she's in h...

My wife's very upset.

..focus on that, sir.

Do you recognise that address?

It's a street near our house.

Your daughter got a call from
a phone box in that street.

Where were you yesterday at 3.45?
What?

I was out walking the dog.

Just before work.

Enjoy your work, do you?

Broken arm.

Bruising to the torso.
You recognise them?

Catherine always had her nose
in a book. She tripped.

You told Social Services she fell
off her bike. A book, a bike,
what difference does it make?

Yeah, you know what kids are like.
Broken arm, a bruise or two.
Bet that focused her!

I need to speak to my wife.
Did you meet Catherine yesterday?

No, of course not.
When's the last time you hit her?

You have no right...!
Did she decide to go to the police?

I loved my daughter.
She decided to confront you.

She decided to tell you
what she thought of you.

She decided she wasn't going
to take it any more, and you
couldn't stand that, could you?

Murdered by some...

And you just sit there
and you think that...

Please, I just want
to speak to my wife.

Did you know Catherine
had a boyfriend?

Where were you last night?

I was at home.

Where you left me. You don't know.

Know? Know what?

Catherine McArdle is dead.

Right, um,
if we can get cracking, please.

We've got a lot to get through.
Everybody, listen up. DC Clarke...

Catherine McArdle, former student
at Queensborough College.

3.30 yesterday afternoon,
an unidentified woman left
Catherine's room after an argument.

3.45, Catherine gets a phone call
from a phone box
near her parents' house.

No prints, no witnesses.

Mr McArdle was out of the house
at the time.

3.55, Catherine leaves her room.

She's never seen again.
We don't know where she was going,
we don't know who she met.

Mr McArdle denies meeting her.

So far, no sign of the boyfriend.

Did the woman she was arguing
with wait outside and follow her?

Did the, er, verbal argument
turn physical?

Well, that narrows it down -
an angry woman!

Could a woman have done this?

I don't see why not.
There were bruises
to the back of the victim's head.

So she was knocked unconscious
to get her in the van.

Or she knew the killer and she was
knocked unconscious IN the van.

You think her father's responsible?
I know, no matter how much he denies
it, he physically abused her.

Was she sexually assaulted? We'll
know more after the post mortem.
What else do we know?

Nothing out of the ordinary.
A string of jobs.

Um, secretary, till assistant,
shelf-stacker, cashier.

She walked out
or was fired from them all.

Didn't connect, fit in or care,
was her employers' feeling.

Sounds like a student to me!

An ordinary person.

An extraordinary death.

Why bees?

Why was she locked
in a van with bees?

This takes preparation.

The method means
something to the killer.

Territorial and aggressive.

If a hive is threatened, the
swarm marshal forces to attack.

Killing a single bee releases a scent
causing the workers to retaliate.

The bee dies after it stings.

She had extensive stinging on her
face, her arms, her legs, eyelids.

Her throat
and tongue were covered with stings.

I couldn't count how many.

She would have felt
every single sting

until she either passed out with
the pain or was unable to breathe.

She was conscious? Well...

Bruises on her arm suggest
a struggle to escape.

She was stung to death.

Why remove the gaffer
tape from her mouth?

The killer wanted
to hear her scream.

Or...to allow the bees
into the mouth.

A swollen tongue guarantees blocked
airways, that guarantees death.

"Save me."

The blood on the window was hers?

The same blood type.
These pictures suggest the killer
cut her and then used her blood.

If the killer uses her blood to
write "Save me", is he taunting us?

She was alone.

Screaming for help.

She was breathing them in.

Screaming for...

someone, anyone to save her.

"Save me."

From who? The killer?

Or from what?

The father - dig deeper.

Talk to neighbours, other relatives,
friends, get back to the college.

Maybe the ex-boyfriend knows
the current boyfriend.

We have got to find out who
Catherine McArdle was arguing with

and why.

Talk to her.

Talking is not going
to bring Izzy back, Red.

I'm sorry. For everything.

You don't have
to apologise for anything.

You lost a daughter.

Just do me a favour...

talk to her.

Sober. I know. I'm going to.

Thanks.

I'll be out of your hair as soon as
I can. You stay as long as you need.

Oh, that's smart, Jack,
really smart. Queensborough College.

Izzy's college.
They were even in the same year.

What part of "pull yourself
together" did you hear as
"start drinking on duty"?

First Izzy and now this.
That is not a coincidence, Duncan.

We've got to get out of here.
No, think about it.

What if the cases are linked?

Jack, Isabel wasn't murdered.

Maybe Izzy didn't commit suicide.

Whoever killed McArdle killed Izzy
first. What if Izzy was first? Jack.

Maybe... Maybe they pushed her off
the building. They made her jump.

The crime scenes are totally
different. She missed something.

Vickie may be green, but she's
smart. She knows nothing about life.

Suffering to her is only being able
to afford one pair of shoes a week.

Jack, she's not stupid. Red screwed
up, giving her a case too soon.

Maybe if it was Sam dead in the
ground, you'd think differently.

Maybe if she was
assigned to your son...

would you want her to speak
for him, Duncan? Would you?

Would you want his
death in her hands?

That's what I thought.
She can't speak for the dead.

She can't see what she needs to see.

And you know what the sad thing is?

Look her in the eyes.
She knows it herself.

No, you're wrong, Jack.
He's not supposed to be in here.

Yeah, I know, and I'm just
giving him a lift back to Red's.

Come on then, Jack. Let's get going.

I'll see you in the morning, OK?

Tape one. 7.15am. Present in the
room are myself, chief pathologist

Rachel Price assisted by Tim Evans,
and the police photographer.

Doing post mortem of
Catherine McArdle,
aged 20, psychology student.

Student at the college.

I'm about to cut into...

I'm about...

Excuse me.

Rachel? Rachel, are you OK?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm... Tim, I'm fine.
I'll be fine. Just give me a minute.

Look, I can tell them we have
to delay the examination. No.

I'll be fine, Tim. Just give me
a minute.

Rachel? OK? Sorry.

Picking up where we left off.

Post mortem of Catherine McArdle,
aged 20, psychology student,
Queensborough College.

The throat is,
as suspected, lined with...

..stings. Oh, my God!

Hundreds of them.

I'll start the Y-incision. No sign
of recent sexual activity. No semen.
MOBILE RINGS

Saved by the bell.
No localised bruising.

Yeah? I'll send these
swabs off to the labs,

but I doubt you're going
to get a DNA hit.

Thank you.

Get uniform to raid the place.

The van was leased to a wholesale
florist, Fullerton's Flowers,

based in New Covent Garden.

And it seems Mr Fullerton
hasn't reported the van missing.

Uh-um, for the benefit of the tape,
I'm feeling inside the body.

To feel... Rachel, something wrong?
There's something in here.

What do you mean?
What's going on? Scalpel.

What is it?

It's a foetus. She was pregnant.

Can I speak to Mr Fullerton? McArdle
could have found out his daughter
was pregnant and lost his temper.

If Catherine was pregnant, who's
the first person she'd want to tell?
The father of the baby.

Thanks. Fullerton isn't there.

He visits his wife every
morning at St Sebastian's.
St Sebastian's? That's a hospice.

You've got a patient, Mrs Claire
Fullerton. You couldn't tell us if
her husband's with her?

She looks like she's sleeping.

What time was
Mrs Fullerton last checked?

What time was she last checked?

What about medication?

She was self-medicating.

There should be a full day's
dosage there.

It's empty.

Mr Fullerton?

You forgot your anniversary.
Wife's birthday.

Technically I'm off duty, but if
it's an emergency I can get the girl
in the shop to bring in some...

flowers.

Do you have family? Mr Fullerton,
anyone we should contact?

No.

Have you seen this woman before?

Customer?

Did she work for you? Who is this?

I don't... What's going on?

Mr Fullerton,

we think your wife was murdered.

Murdered? No.

No, she was ill.

She had motor neurone disease.

You had a van stolen.

Didn't you notice?
You never reported it missing.

Well, I'm with Claire
most of the day. I forgot.

It was leased. Er...

about a month ago.

Claire rang up in the middle of
the night. She should be resting,
but she says she's got the answer.

Always had to have
the answers, Claire.

Erm, she says it's cheaper if we
lease the vans. I said, "Cheaper?"
You know, what are we saving it for?

We haven't got a family.

We...we...

I told her to rest.

All the time
she's not resting she,

um.. I told her...

I told her to go to sleep.

The woman in the photograph
was found dead in your van.

No! There must be some mistake. You
said that it was my wife who...

Is this because
I didn't report the van?

It's all my fault?

Dad, Mum said...
Tell your mother I still live here.

What are you doing?!

Stop it. Stop it!
You're wrecking everything!

OK. It's OK.

Calm down. Calm down.

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to frighten you.
I promise.

Everything's going to be all right.
I'm going to find out
what happened to Izzy.

We're still living, Dad.

Do we have to die
before you listen to us?

You're more interested in the dead
than the living. Daniel...

Danny!

Two women dead.

Same time of day.

Same gashes.

Same signature.

"Save Me".

Written in the victim's blood
by the killer.

Totally different methods of death.

Catherine McArdle,

stung by bees.

Died in agony.

Claire Fullerton,
overdosed with morphine.

Passed away peacefully in her sleep.

Why?

the woman she had the argument with,
why would they kill Claire Fullerton?
Are they trying to throw us off?

Fullerton?

Claire Fullerton?

Can I access my computer from here?

You know her? I don't know.

I think so.

I did a post-mortem about ten years
ago on a Mary Fullerton.

Type in your password.

I was a path assistant at the time.

She was found strangled. Her
mother was a gardener or something.
She ran a flower shop.

Parents. Harry and Claire Fullerton.

My daughter went out to a disco
one night.

And she never came back.

You never recover
after losing a child.

The best you do is
learn to get on with life.

Claire...

Well, she stopped living that day.
It was like she was stuck in limbo.

The man who killed your daughter
died in prison. Never said why.
That's what upset Claire.

We never got an answer.

We laid flowers at the place
where he killed her, every week.

Did you wife come to work in your
business after your daughter died?

Claire joined me after six month...
well, a year now.

I thought nothing keeping us
in London now, after, er...

Claire couldn't let go.

We did more for Mary after her death
than ever we did when
she was living. Excuse me.

What did Claire do before she came
to work with you? Er, she was a
gardener at the university.

We know the university is now a link
between Catherine McArdle
and Claire Fullerton. Yes? Yes.

Could they have known each other?

Ask the university to send
staff files to the incident room.

Maybe there's something
we're not seeing.

You OK?
Yeah. Yeah, of course.

DI Price.
Despite what the prospectus likes
to say about pastoral care,

I don't even know all my
own first-year students. Catherine
wasn't in any of my classes.

Izzy was in your class. You would
have seen her about the college.

Well, yes, but I don't know if
Catherine knew Isabel. Did you ever
see her talking to Catherine?

Did they sit together in the canteen?
Did they hang out with the same group
of people? I don't know, Mr Price.

Julia.

Mary, Claire.

OK, people, where were we? Did you
all read The Road To Wigan Pier?

Er, her brain shows signs
of degeneration and atrophy.

You do know she had
motor neurone disease?

Great. Well, that's... That's great.

Like we don't have enough to do here.
Why kill someone who's going
to be dead in what, a few weeks?

Days?

Why have we come back?
Forensics said the room was clear.

The van led us to the Fullertons.

The killer led us here. Why stop?

What are we looking for?

The TV was on.

There's fingerprint dust all over
the place. The forensics guys have
pulled the aerial out by accident.

There was static on
the TV when we came in.

The killer left a trail.

OK, listen up.
Tech have looked at the video.

They tell us we're looking
for a Mercedes van series 208.

We know what we're looking
for, let's get looking.

Car parks, lay-bys.
Come on! You know the drill.

Any abductions or attempted
abductions in the past few days?

Nothing matching the description
of the women in the video.

I want you to go through
all the records that we have.

This won't be the first
time that our man has
tried something like this.

The killer has abducted four
women successfully that we know of.

But the first time, the real first
time, he probably screwed it up.
They always do.

Any connection between Catherine
McArdle and Claire Fullerton?

Catherine McArdle's
last known boyfriend,

got himself dumped three
months ago, doesn't know who for.

It seems whoever she was having
a new relationship with, they
were trying to keep it a secret.

Somebody found out.

Catherine McArdle yesterday,
Claire Fullerton today.

And if these two aren't dead
already, they will be by morning.

Vickie, you've got an urgent call
from somebody called Joyce.
On line three.

Hi, Joyce.

Tell my dad I'll be
back as soon as I can.

Yeah, you might have to remind him.

You know how he is.

I really appreciate this, Joyce.
Thanks.

Everything all right?
Yeah, nothing I can't manage.

I'm just going through Isabel's
stuff for the inquest tomorrow.

Hello.

Mum...

So sorry for your loss.

The area was cordoned off
when I arrived.

At that stage Isabel's injuries and
the position of her body indicated
she had fallen from a height.

Was a suicide note ever found?

She didn't leave a note, no.

However, it is our...

it is my contention
that she left a trail indicating
clear and reasoned thought.

To gain access to the roof, Isabel...

Miss Price...climbed two flights
of steps where she broke through a
fire door onto the roof before...

before she jumped.

When I searched the roof,
I found her bracelet on the ledge.

How did she break the door?

She broke the glass
and released the catch.

And there were no other
injuries to indicate
the involvement of a third party?

No, Ma'am, there was no sign
of a struggle of any kind.
Thank you, DS Clarke.

No, on the contrary, I'd have
said that she was full of life.

Looking for answers,
asking questions.

I remember
just a week or two before,

I noticed a student crying in
the canteen, and I saw Isabel

get up from her friends
and go over and comfort this girl.

I don't think she even knew
who she was. But that's the type of
person that Isabel was.

Whatever happened that day,

the reason we're here,

I think it's only fair
that something like that
should be remembered.

The manner of her death
can't be allowed to
reflect on how she lived her life.

Just came in. The van was stolen
three days ago. We're on our way
there now to interview the owner.

We've checked female friends,
relatives, neighbours of Catherine
McArdle and Claire Fullerton.

Anybody with a link to the college.
Nobody's missing.

Isabel was not distressed
in the run-up to her death.

The family liaison officer has noted
that there was nothing in the life

of the family to warrant
such extreme action.

This was a family doing
what any loving family does.

Getting on with life.

Given the extreme action and steps
that Isabel took to end her life,

it is incumbent on me
to find a verdict of suicide.

No.

Officer!

She was murdered!

Someone with a grudge against
students. Against the university!

For Christ sakes, Rachel,
you must see that she was the first
victim! She missed something.

She missed something.

What did you miss?!

Got what you wanted?

What I wanted?

Do you think I wanted to be there?
Do you think I wanted to sit there

hearing them talk about her,
listening to what might have been
wrong with her? What I wanted...

She didn't kill herself.
She committed suicide, Jack.
She killed herself.

Get this door open now!

Cordon the area.
No-one leaves, no-one gets in.

Names and addresses, number plates.
Come on!