All language subtitles for Whitstable.Pearl.S03E06.WEB.x264-TORRENTGALAXY_Track3

Where you going,
back to your mom and dad's?

My mom and dad's?

How old do you think I am?

Come on, jump in.
You'll be my last fare.

Heavy night?

It's half 3:00
in the morning.

What do you think?
- Yeah.

Have one of these.
Rehydrate.

You'll feel a lot better.

♪ There once was a place
with mudlands a-lonely ♪

♪ Way, hey, ho

♪ And I'll seek,
and I'll search ♪

♪ And I know
that I'll find it ♪

♪ Way, hey, ho

♪ I know the wind, she blows

♪ I know the tides are low

♪ But you'll find me
at the white post ♪

♪ You'll find me
at the white post ♪

Is it pronounced
"edel-weiss" or "eedel-vise"?

I really don't see you
as a Captain von Trapp.

Eh, nor can Dolly.

I'm the last resort.

No.

Think about it.

They asked Mike
before they asked me.

You're not doing
this to try and get

back with Ruby, are you?

No.

Nah, we're, uh--
we're just friends.

But they don't
have anyone else,

and it's important to her,
so...

You're saving the day.

Yeah.

And they're still
making me audition.

You never know.
You might like it, acting.

Might be something
to think about after uni.

Oh, I don't know.

I was actually thinking about
following in your footsteps.

What, running the restaurant?

As if.

Nah, the investigating stuff.

Maybe I'll join
the police force.

Well, it was your dream,
wasn't it,

when you were about my age?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Well, I'm thinking about it.

Well, you're
going to uni first.

You are, Charlie.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I'll go.

There she is.
Pass me the camera.

She's the hit-and-run driver?

Yeah.

Evie Blake.

She killed Mike's wife.

Well, she hit the car,
but Mike jumped the light.

Single mom?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Seem like a nice family.

They do.

You haven't told Mike yet?

No, not yet.

What are you waiting for?

A good reason
to ruin her life.

Ryan Sharp.

Cabbie with a string
of violent convictions.

Common assault, GBH.

10 years ago,
beat a rape charge in court.

Is that so?

You know how these cases go.

His word against
the victim's.

Maybe she had the last word.

Dad!

Dad! Aah!

Suspects?

Victims.

There was a second trial,
collective action.

Strength in numbers.

How'd he get away with it?

A slick lawyer.

A real animal.

He sounds like a scumbag.

She.

Ryan's lawyer was a woman.

Rhea Collis.

I don't know how she
lives with herself.

Maybe we should
pay her a visit,

see if she can
narrow down our suspects.

PC Charlie Nolan.

I think he'd look good
in a uniform.

What do you reckon, Ruby?

He'd be chasing shoplifters,
not strolling down a catwalk.

Nah, no uniform for me.

Fast track to detective--

murders, armed robberies,
serious crime.

Decaf latte with oat milk
and a caramel drizzle.

Ew, talking about
serious crimes.

Uh, the snog.
Chop-chop.

A gunshot?
You're sure?

Thanks, Charlie.

I found a bullet.

I gave it to my solicitor.

Not the police?

No.

Well, why would anyone
want to shoot you?

I was an investment banker.

Got in over my head,

ended up working
with some, uh, dodgy types.

Uh, I mean, it was
exciting for a while.

We were rebellious,
antiestablishment,

playing the system, you know.

You were crooks.

A lot of people
lost a lot of money.

After I was arrested,
I decided to help the police.

I-I turned whistleblower.

And you got off free.

My solicitor cut a deal, yes.

The really bad people,
they went to prison.

And the guys
that they swindled--

Got their money back?

They got justice.

Rhea Collis?

You're Ryan Sharp's
solicitor.

Not anymore.

I'm retired.

Oh, I know what this is about.

I heard about it on the news.

Is he really dead?

Mm.

Well, there's no shortage
of people who'd want Ryan dead.

Like his victims.

Like his accusers.

According to the law,
he's innocent.

Thanks to you.

Wasn't my job
to like Ryan.

I was hired to give him
the best defense.

Justice won't work without
a commitment to that ideal.

You think Ryan
going free was justice?

Ryan being murdered...

is that more like it?

So we're clear, I have
an alibi for the other night.

I was at a dinner party
and it went late,

so I stayed over with friends.

This conversation's over.

Thank you.

Appreciate it.
Thanks.

That's great. Thanks.

What you got?

No priors.

She's squeaky-clean.

How about you?

Her alibi stands up.

But something's not right.

Yeah, it's the way
she just told us.

Without us even asking,
just blurts it out.

Mm.

Yeah, she's hiding something.

Here we go.

Yeah.

Ah, Whitstable's
very own Sherlock Holmes.

Mm.

What's that make you,
Perry Mason?

Hardly.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Please.

There it is.

I think you should
go to the police.

The police dragged Anthony
out of his house at dawn.

They cuffed him
in front of his child.

Someone tried to shoot him
in front of his child.

Or scare him.

Well, I wouldn't
take the risk.

Well, maybe Anthony
doesn't want the police

rooting around his house.

Why, is he still
scarred from the arrest?

Or he's worried about
what they'll find.

Another scam?

Leopards don't change
their spots, hmm?

Think about that
before you take the case.

Well, why did you
defend him, then?

Oh, it's my life's work.

What's all this?

You having a clear-out
or retiring?

Something like that.

What's that mean?

I've defended worse
people than Anthony--

murderers, gangsters,
career criminals.

How do I look myself
in the mirror?

I never ask my clients
if they committed the crime.

The law of averages suggests

I must have stopped innocent
people going to prison.

But by the same token,
I must have

helped guilty people go free.

The only way to live
with myself is not to know.

But you did know.

You knew Anthony was guilty,
and you helped him cut a deal.

You fancy a quick, uh,
cigarette break?

Uh, they got rid of those.

But I can take five minutes
for my mental health.

So he's retiring, then?

More time at the golf club.

Yeah, and the rest.

He goes to South Africa
on his holidays,

shoots warthogs with AK-47s,
and calls himself a hunter.

Ah.

Why did you leave the door open
when I was in his office?

Um, I shouldn't gossip.

He's handsy.

But that's just
another word for--

Creep.

Gabriel is not retiring.

He's being pushed.

His wife's kicked him out too.

It's over for men like him.

5, 4, 3, 2...

- I'll check this way.
- I'll go this way.

Mike.

Mike.

Mike!

Huh?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You see her?

No, she's not here.

Sorry.
Sorry.

You need to be
more careful, Pearl.

You take too many risks.
- I kept my distance.

I knew what I was doing.
- No, you don't know

what you're doing.
- So what have we got?

We've got one murder...
- That's the point.

You're reckless.
- One attempted murder.

I was one step ahead,
as usual.

Think about it:
you got two defense lawyers

with guilty consciences.
- You should have called

the police;
there's proper procedures.

They can both
handle firearms.

Why are you always coming
to me for answers, then, Mike?

What if they planned
the perfect crime?

You can't take the law
into your own hands.

Hold that thought.

Gabriel and Rhea, they're both
retiring with regrets, right?

That's what I'm saying.

And they hate themselves

for helping guilty people
go free.

So they've taken the law
into their own hands.

And avenged each other's
worst mistakes.

Yeah, I just said that.

No one would suspect Rhea
of killing Anthony.

And Gabriel has
no connection to Ryan.

both:
It's the perfect crime.

Is it?

Ryan's cab was found
half a mile from here.

The CCTV cameras nearby
were all disabled.

Maybe Gabriel sabotaged them.

Probably.

But he missed
this speed camera.

This car drives past
five minutes

after the predicted
time of death.

Got him.

Come on, pick up.

This is Anthony Corella.

Please leave a message.

Anthony, call me back
when you get this.

Those things
will be the end of you.

Gabriel Slade,
I'm arresting you

for the murder of Ryan Sharp.

You do not have
to say anything,

but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned

something which you later
rely on in court.

And anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

Hello!

Anthony?

Hello?

Please.

I don't deserve this.

What do you deserve?

This big house?

The flash car out there?

The chance to make
all the same mistakes again?

What about the people
you conned?

Did they deserve
to lose everything?

I helped the police.

Their savings?
Their homes?

Their health?
- I gave names.

All because of your greed!

The ringleaders
went to prison.

And you went free.

No!

Please, I'm--I'm a dad.

Don't do this to my son.

Who are you?

I'm a private detective.

The police are on their way.

Rhea, please.

You know this isn't right.

Rhea.

Please.

Hey, love.
It's me. It's Mom.

Yeah, I'm okay.

Listen, um, forget about
joining the police, yeah?

Promise me you'll go to uni.

You shot Ryan Sharp.

I did.

And you conspired
with Rhea Collis

to kill Anthony Corella.

Retirement brings about a
large dose of self-reflection.

I looked myself in the mirror,
and I didn't like what I saw.

You'll get there.

A lifetime spent with bad
people corrupts the soul.

We find ways to escape.

I drank too much.

I made terrible choices.

My career cost me my marriage,
my family, my home.

Why Anthony?

Of all the rogues
I defended...

I didn't buy his conversion.

Crook to whistleblower,
it was naked self-interest,

another con job.

People think he's a hero
for ratting out his colleagues.

Why does he get
a second chance?

Why does he get to be
the good guy?

Well, now it's my turn
to be the hero.

You're going down, mate.

Well, Rhea might.

Attempted murder
of a banker,

depends which way
the wind blows.

Oh, I see.
You wanted to get caught.

I killed a multiple rapist,
a vicious criminal.

His victims
will cheer me into court.

The tabloids will lionize me.

My family will take me back.

Doesn't matter
what the courts decide.

This is my redemption.

I'm not sorry.

Ryan Sharp was an evil man.

His case plagued me.

He drove me into retirement.

He made me reassess
my whole career,

the mistakes I've made,

the things I wish I'd done.

I denied these victims justice.

And now I'm giving it to them.

Revenge.

So his victims can move on.

This isn't about
Ryan's victims.

This is about you.

You couldn't live
with the guilt.

And now I can.

I'm finally at peace.

Guv.

I staked out
the scene of the crash

on the anniversary
of the accident.

She put some flowers
by the side of the road,

and I followed her home.

I spoke to Mike's old partner.

He showed me a bit of CCTV
footage of the accident.

The reg plates,
you can't make them out,

but that's the same car.

What if I tell Mike?

She could go to prison.
Her kids could go into care.

And if you don't?

Nothing changes.

She lives her life.

And Mike?

He's working on it, right?

The grief therapy
and the bucket list.

Mike needs the truth.

The therapy, the list,

they're just painting
over the cracks.

- Hey.
- Hi.

We've been here before.

- Dolly's secret beach hut.
- Mm.

Yeah. Flash's letter.

Did I ever thank you
for that?

You didn't have to.

I've got a letter for you.

I've been doing
some detective work.

And I found the person
that was driving the other car.

Her name's Evie Blake.

Truth is all in there, Mike.

Right, you just couldn't
help yourself, could you?

I'm not sure
how I feel about this.

Think I might need
your help reading it.

Okay.

"Dear Mike,

"I started to write
so many letters to you,

"and I'm sorry that this is
the first one that I've sent.

"I know a bit about you,

"that you're a detective
and from London.

"And I know about your wife.

"I've replayed the day
of the accident so many times

"in my head, going over choices
I wish I could change.

"At that time, I was exhausted.

"I was on my own
with my twin baby girls.

"I'd lost all sense of day
and night with sleeplessness.

"I had no one to ask for help.

"I remember Ella
was asleep in her cot

"and Nina was crying
and crying.

"I knew that I could
get her to sleep

"if I took her
for a short drive in the car.

"So I left Ella in her cot

just while I drove
Nina round the block."

"I remember waiting
at the light, singing to Nina.

"Just as she closed her eyes,
the lights went green.

"I put my foot down.

"Then everything
happened so fast.

"I know that you jumped
the lights

"to do the right thing.

"I read that you were chasing
a dangerous criminal.

"I've questioned
if I did the right thing

"by not staying at the scene.

"If I'd waited in the car
after the accident,

"then you would have
known the truth.

"But my baby would have been
home alone.

"And what if she'd woken up
and I wasn't there?

"What if social services
had found out?

What if they'd taken
my kids away?"

"Split-second decisions.

Wrong choices
for the right reasons."

"Decisions that will haunt us
for the rest of our lives."

"I've enclosed my address,
but I wouldn't blame you

if you inform the police."

"But maybe you'll walk up
to my front door

"so that I can
invite you inside

"and you can meet my girls

"and we can talk.

"And maybe together,

we can find some peace."

"Evie."

Mike?

Do you, um--

do you want to come in?

- Oh, good.
- Lovely.

- Here we are.
- Thank you.

I'm starving.

Oh.

Tom would have loved this.

- Mom.
- I'm just saying.

You lost a good one there.

- What?
- I was always saying,

wasn't, I, Ruby, that you two
were so good together.

Mm-hmm.

What was that thing
he always used to say,

that French phrase?

Oh, uh, "A nos amours."

So pretentious.

"To those we love."

That's the one.

To those we love.

- To those we love.
- To those we love.

To those we love.

And to Maria,
to Captain von Trapp,

and to the Mother Superior!

Pearl, are you coming?

I'll catch you up.

I went to see her.

Evie.

And?

You know, I always
imagined that...

the other driver
was someone...

Careless,

someone who just didn't care.

And what did you find?

Someone like me.

I think I'm starting
to realize that...

I'm always gonna have to live

with what happened that day.

But that doesn't mean
that I can't still have a life.

You know?

Yeah.

Thank you.

I don't know if I said that,
but--

You don't have to thank me.

Suppose there's just
one more thing left to do now

on that list.

What's that?

I'm dreading it.

What?

Skydiving.

It's not funny.
I hate heights.

Me too.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I could offer
to do it with you.

- Face our fears together.
- Mm.

Really?

Maybe.

Right.

No.

I am here for you, though.

Just not 8,000 feet
in the air.

Anywhere else.