All language subtitles for The.Stolen.Girl.S01E03.480p.x264-mSD[EZTVx.to]

It's essential that we keep
Lucia in people's minds.

Right. She's all over social
media for the past eight years,

but before that,
there's nothing.

I think she's maybe
changed her identity.

Did they get to you?

Did they take her?

Oh, my God, that's her.

Sweetheart, you're here.

Au
revoir, bonne journée.

Merci, au revoir.

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.

A pound
of pillows, please.

We don't have pillows,
but we do have oreillettes.

Ugh. Okay, give me some
oreillettes if you prefer.

- Merci.
- Oui.

500 grams? Is that okay?

Yes, that's good.

- Merci.
- Et merci.

- Au revoir.
- Have a good day.

Nina?

Nina?

It's Delphine.

I went to school with Nicolas.

We met a lifetime ago at
Alberto's wedding, remember?

Delphine! Of course.

How are you?

Is Nicolas around?

Nicolas passed away.

In an accident. Four years ago.

He died?

Oh, my God. That's
terrible news.

- I'm so sorry.
- Oui.

And, uh, are you back for long?

I bought Nicolas's
parents' farmhouse.

And your girls are here with
you? They must be grown now.

Yes.

They're nine now. They're
in boarding school.

Hmm. I teach now at
the local school.

Send them to us.

Okay.

Maybe see you later.

Goodbye, Nina.

Goodbye, Delphine.

Good morning.

Hello.

Are you Laure? Laure Claes?

Yes.

I was told you could introduce
me to Milan Matkovic?

No.

I have a job. I
think he can help me.

He's not here.

I'd pay him well.

You could never pay enough.

It's not what you think.

My daughter was taken from me.

I can't help you.

Please. My husband is dead.

My little girl was
taken away from me.

I did everything the authorities
asked, but they won't give her back.

We have a life now.

We can't go back to that.

This is about my daughter.

She's
growing up without me.

I've tried everything. I have to get
her back and this is the only way.

Please.

I'm not
that late today, am I?

- Did you come through town?
- Yes.

- Yeah, those roadworks are a nightmare.
- Oh, my God, yes.

The traffic is awful. I'm…

But I'm sorry, Miss Thompson. It
will not happen again, I promise.

Well, I hope you have a
splendid rest of your evening.

You too, and thank you
so much for waiting.

- Oh, my God.
- I'm Rebecca.

- Hi.
- I'm Josephine's mum. She's new this term.

Sweetheart, have you
been there all night?

Did you have a nightmare?

Oh, you must be cold.

Why don't you get dressed
and come downstairs?

Are you hungry?

I know that all of
this…

…must have been really scary.

And what I'm about to say

might feel really strange.

But you need to know.

Lulu-Rose…

I'm your mother.

I know this must be
difficult to take in.

That other family,

they were only supposed to look
after you for a little while I was…

…I was sick.

And I couldn't take care of you.

But they…

they wouldn't give you back.

I need to phone my mummy.

I am your mummy, sweetheart.

And we don't have a phone.

There's no Internet or
mobile signal either.

You remember Bunny?

You used to carry him around
everywhere by the ears.

I was gonna mend them but…

I thought you'd like him
better how you remember him.

Remember?

I have missed you so much.

My name is Fred Blix.

Yeah, you're probably
looking for me.

Can you turn
to your left, please?

Can you tell me if anything's
happened about my daughter?

It's just that I left
my phone at the office.

They arrested the
hoaxer who sent the ransom letter.

Hoaxer? What?

Tell me what the
fuck's going on!

Elisa, hi. It's
Sinclair. We've got Fred.

He handed himself
in for assault.

Fucking idiot!

Fuck you, Fred.

Selma.

Can I talk to you?

Yeah, sure. What's up?

The guys upstairs, very
impressed by your hoaxer scoop.

Traffic was up 250% overnight.

I glossed over the details of exactly how
you got there, but this is your story now.

Keep digging.

Thank you.

Surprise! Happy birthday!

Hi, Kaleb.

Selma, you driving?
Where are you?

Yeah, you
won't believe this.

I knew there was
something off about Elisa.

- What?
- So, okay.

Her birthday's 10th March.

She does birthday
posts every year.

So I searched for every Elisa in the
country born between '80 and '85,

which was, yes, very tedious, but
I did find her birth certificate.

It looks like she was born in some
sort of religious commune in Eyton.

Anyway, I'm on my way there now
to see if I can find her family.

I said do some digging, I didn't
know you were planning a road trip.

It's only a few
hours away. Don't worry.

Okay, but I need you back
in the morning. Tomorrow.

First thing, 9:00 a.m.

Mm-hmm. Thank you, yes,
I know when morning is.

Great, see you then.

Hello, are you lost?

Oh, yeah.
No, um, I just…

Uh… Sorry, um, yeah. Do
you know, um, Elisa Blix?

Uh, Elisa Stanton
was her maiden name.

A little. She was a
bit older than me.

But yeah, we grew up together.

You, uh, here
about her daughter?

Yeah, yeah, I'm
a journalist, um…

So you're aware
that she's missing.

Yeah, the police came a few days
ago to talk to Elisa's mother.

- Elisa's mother's still here?
- Yeah.

That's her over there.

Oh, do you think she'll
mind if I talk to her?

Would it stop you?

Hi, are you Deborah Stanton?

- I am. You are?
- Uh, I'm Selma Desai. I'm a journalist.

I'm writing a story at the
moment to get the word out

about your granddaughter,
Lucia Blix.

I wondered when you
lot would turn up.

Well, you're quite hard to find.

Do you mind if I ask
you a few questions?

I understand this must
be a very difficult time for you.

I can't bear to think what
they all must be going through.

But to be honest, I didn't
spend much time with the child.

When was the last
time you saw her?

- Pass me that wool there, will you?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Must have been…

…five years ago.

Lucia had just turned four.

That's a long time.

Elisa and I do not
see eye to eye.

Can I ask why?

This place isn't for everyone.

We share everything,
do everything together.

Raise the children, grow
the food, everything.

We do it for the
good of the community

so we don't fall into the
traps of modern living.

Yeah, and I'm guessing
Elisa struggled with that.

From a very young age.

She wanted to see the world, she wanted
to have a normal life, so she left.

And then what, you cut her out?

That wasn't my choice.

It was her who made the decision
to have nothing to do with me.

With us.

Quite frankly, I find it easiest just to
tell myself I no longer have a daughter.

- Here you go.
- Hi, thank you. Thanks.

Look, I'm…

I'm sorry.

You've arrived, good. I
need a word with both of you now.

What's going on? Has
something happened?

We've identified the man from
the CCTV image, grabbing Lucia.

His name is Milan Matkovic.
He's Croatian, living in France.

French police believe he's
involved in people trafficking.

- What?
- Do you recognise him?

No, I don't. Do you?

Uh, no, no, no. I've
never seen him before.

We have another photo
we'd like to show you.

This is Matkovic's
partner, Laure Claes.

- Could this be Rebecca?
- No, it's not.

Or Sarah Banks?

Uh, no, no, I don't…
I don't think so.

- Oh, for God's sake. Okay?
- I'm not gonna say I'm sure when I'm not.

She's the
right age for Rebecca.

I mean, could she
have been coached?

It is definitely not Rebecca.

Can I get a copy of the
picture of him with Lucia?

We'll be circulating the image,
launching our own appeal.

Yes, well, I want to share it too. It
will be better if it comes from me.

That way it will get more
coverage, more shares.

I know what I'm talking about.

Okay, Elisa.

Fred, it has come
to our attention

that you've been having
some financial difficulties.

I went to the bank, I
know about the loan.

Wait, no, no, no, no, no, no.

That has nothing to do
with Lucia being taken.

It could be really helpful to explain
what happened to the money from the loan.

All right, um… I've… I
spent it. I mean, we spent it.

On what?

School fees. Night trips.

Uh, new windows for the kitchen,
constant redecorating, clothes, holidays.

Yeah, you have business
class upgrades on flights.

I mean, trust me, it doesn't
last long.

Hi. Thank you.

Hiya.

- Oh, it's you.
- Hi.

Um, I'll just take
one of these, please.

You don't have to pretend to
buy something if you wanna talk.

Oh, thank God. Yeah,
no, red's not really my colour.

Um, I actually just wanted to ask
you, um, about your memories of Elisa.

Where'd you get those shoes?

Uh, my girlfriend
got them for me.

What size are they? My
daughter would love them.

Six and a half, I think.
But I… I need to get home.

Yeah, well, you can have
mine. They're a big six.

We trade stuff here in the
community. That's what we do.

Okay.

So, what do you wanna know?

When did Elisa leave?

Um… She would have been
about 16 when she left,

but it was obvious she was planning
on going for ages before that.

She changed her accent
and her hair and...

Why did she want
to leave so badly?

I'm sure Deborah's told you.

But I wanna know what you think.

Elisa never fitted in here.

Always putting herself
before the community.

And yeah, Deborah punished
her quite harshly for it.

Probably pushed her away.

That's interesting.

Deborah made it sound like
Elisa was the difficult one.

Well, Deborah has her own
way of seeing the world.

She doesn't like
to be challenged.

Did you see Elisa when she
was last here with Lucia?

You mean when her dad died?

Oh. Oh, Deborah didn't mention that
was the reason that she came back.

Yeah, well, I don't think anyone
really saw her when she was last here.

We hadn't heard a
word since she left.

I…

…didn't even know she
was married with kids.

Right.

- Hiya.
- Hi.

- Is that everything?
- Yeah. Yeah, uh, thank you.

Uh, don't forget your
shoes before you leave.

Right.

What would you like
for breakfast, girls?

Lulu-Rose? Cereal or eggs? Or…

Oh, I can make pancakes.
Oh, we've got oreillettes.

Mmm.

They were your dad's
favourite when he was a kid.

Mmm.

Oh, gosh, they're so delicious.
They smell like orange blossom.

Here. Try one.

You'll love them,
Lulu.

Tasty, right?

Let me show you some
photos of us when we were babies.

Is this me or Lulu-Rose?

That's Lulu-Rose.

Hmm.

My birthmark.

Who's that?

That's your daddy.

Nicolas.

Where is he?

He died in an accident,
sweetheart. I'm so sorry.

It was five years ago.

Can I
have a coffee please?

Merci.

Et un café.

Thank you.

There is a
photograph of you and Lucia

from a camera at
a service station.

I took every precaution.

They have your name. It's on
Elisa's social media. It's everywhere.

I brought her
to you. I did the job.

Where's the car? Where's the car?
'Cause if they find the car...

They won't find the car.
It's in the place we agreed.

Don't call again.

Selma?

Yeah?

Come here please.

- Yeah?
- Have you seen this?

It's Elisa.
Everyone's sharing it.

Please, someone
knows Milan Matkovic.

Someone knows where he is.

I just need one person
to help me. Please.

God, can you imagine
what she's going through?

You would not believe
how weird this place is, right?

I mean, it's all, like, weird,
religious, anarcho-communist vibes.

They all dress in clothes
dyed red and pink.

They divide the work up
for the good of the commune

and they care for the
children communally as well.

Wild. So, all this jet-set
mum-fluencer stuff,

she's just totally
reinvented herself.

Yeah, exactly.

So, I want to write
a piece about Elisa

and what it must have been like
to grow up in a place like that.

How she reinvented herself,
basically built a new life.

But a childhood like that, it's got to
mess with your sense of the world, right?

What's normal. What's safe.

I mean, Elisa left Lucia with an
absolute stranger after spending, what,

an hour at the most
talking to her?

I just think growing up in Eyton
must have made that seem okay.

But that's the tragedy.

You can run from your past,
but you can't escape it.

Oh, come on, she's making
herself a public figure

with this campaign,
with this video.

- Nah.
- It's legitimate.

It's a great story.

You'll have it in an hour.

Elisa?

- Elisa?
- Yeah, I'm here.

There's a journalist outside.
He's asking about a story.

Yeah, she's… she's
saying it's my fault.

She's saying that I left Lucia with
Rebecca because of how I grew up.

She's saying I'm
not who I say I am.

Yeah, well,
they can't do that.

Yeah, we'll make a complaint.

But they're…
But they're not…

She's not saying it
directly. She's implying it.

It… It's horrible. Look.

They talked
to your mother.

And other people at Eyton.

No, I'm calling Peter.

No, this… this is harassment, it is.
Yeah. It's potentially defamatory.

I know.

Yeah, no, she knows
exactly what she's doing.

Elisa, um, is there anything
I should be worried about?

What do you mean?

Well, you
know, you… you…

you never wanted to talk
about what it was like there.

'Cause there's nothing to say.

Okay. All right, well, yeah,
we'll, uh… we'll get it sorted.

Well, I'm gonna lodge a formal
complaint about that fucking journalist.

Oh, my God, these
comments. Fuck.

Please just let me past.

Took these from your
cell. What's your problem?

You like her, do you?

Is she your type?

Hi.

I'm Anton, uh, neighbour.

I wanted to introduce myself.

Sorry.

It seemed like a good idea at
the time, but maybe…

I didn't think
anyone lived nearby.

I'm not too close. I have
a place further downhill.

I heard an English family moved in.
I thought I should just welcome you.

So, that's for you.

If you need anything…

My daughters.

Sorry, we're not used
to visitors.

Like I said, if you
ever need anything.

I don't think we
will.

Okay. Have a great evening.

Thank you for the wine.

You're welcome.

Who was that man?

He lives down the hill.
He came to say hello.

Will he come again?

I don't think so.

But can we talk to him
if we see him again?

We can
talk to people.

We will go out and make friends.

I just need you both to
remember that it's important

not to tell people too
much about our family.

Lulu-Rose was
taken from us once.

And we can't let
that happen again.

Stop!

Please.

Stop.

Stop please. Stop!

Please. Stop.

It's just a dream.

It's just
a dream, sweetie.

Was it a nightmare?

Yeah, I get them a lot.

That's why I used to sleep
with the Minky Mouse.

To stay awake to make sure
the nightmares don't come.

I'm so sorry we lost Minky.

I know he's important to you.

Hmm. Maybe Bunny
could take over.

I think he'd be good at the job.

Do you still have a
lot of nightmares?

Yeah.

You started having them just
after your daddy's accident.

I think that's what
you're dreaming about…

but I'm here now, and I'll
never let you go again.

So maybe…

just maybe you won't have
to dream about it anymore.

Felix, hi, what's happening?

Hey, Selma. I've got some
information you might be interested in.

Yeah, just ask Amin to come up with
different options for the photos.

- This series is too dark.
- The whole thing too dark?

Yeah. Literally, I mean.

Hey. I just took a call
from the Paris office.

French police search a
house north of Lille,

where they believe
Lucia was being held,

and a source at the lab
says they found her blood.

It's not public yet.

No, and there's not enough blood,
apparently, to be conclusive,

so it might have been a cleanup.

- Lucia can't be dead.
- Yeah, I mean, let's hope not.

Yeah, I mean, why go through all
that trouble and then kill her?

I'll write the leader.

I want to do it.

No, it's not a good idea, not while IPSO
is still considering the Blix's complaint.

Oh, come on, you've had
me on filler for a week

and you were across
that article as well.

Well, then bring me something
substantial, but stay away from Elisa.

French police have
been in touch with us,

and they believe that they have found
the apartment that Milan took Lucia to.

They're no longer there, but they
have found traces of Lucia's DNA.

It has been tested.

It was a trace of blood.

Uh…

At the moment, we cannot
establish how that was obtained,

uh, whether it was
injury or accident or...

We are doing our
absolute best to find…

Ooh, is that a jellyfish?

It's nice.

Kind of nice.

Just go straight in.

I've got my shoulders
under! Whee!

It's freezing!

Hello, Nina.

Hello.

- How are you?
- I'm good. You?

Are your girls here?

Yes, they're over there.

We were just
about to leave actually.

I thought I'd run
into you before now…

…or see the girls at school.

Oh, I've decided to homeschool.

You could never pay me
enough to homeschool my kids.

And you'll need to get
permission from the Mayor.

I've heard he takes
a lot of persuading.

Bonjour.

Hello.

Sophie, these are
Nina's daughters.

This is Josephine and…

…I'm so sorry. I've
forgotten your name…

Uh…

My name is Lulu-Rose.

Lulu-Rose, that's right.

And this is Sophie.

We met a long time ago,
but you were much younger.

We met already before,
but you are a very, very little girl.

Hmm.

Let's go.

See you later?

- See you.
- Au revoir.

Papa.

You like looking at those.

Did Papa live in this
house when he was little?

Yeah, he loved it here.

He'd be so happy to
know you're here.

I'll see if I can find
some more somewhere.