All language subtitles for Ordeal by Innocence (2018) - S01E01 - Episode 1 (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 MONOLITH)

♪ Anything I dream
is possible ♪

♪ But only you
can make it all come true ♪

Aren't you
a grubby little tyke, Jack?

MAN: Everybody ready?

-That's rather tight, Jack.
-Smile, Mother.

So everyone knows
we're happy.

Stop.

Kirsten.
Now, now, calm yourself.

-There.

There, there. Ssh.

Ssh.

There, there.

Ahh!

She was alive
when I left the house.

I hitched a lift.
It was a good car.

It was big.
It was practically brand new.

The driver
was in his thirties.

He was wearing a dark
overcoat and a striped shirt.

I saw the cuff. It was
striped, like pajamas.

I'm sorry.
Am I boring you, Father?

-If you had a name...
-I didn't ask his name.

I didn't know
I'd be needing it.

All your life
you've courted trouble

and never faced
any consequences.

But you have to face
the consequences now, Jack.

-You have to.
-I didn't kill her.

Please find that man.

Find that man.
He can prove it.

JACK: 'I didn't do it.'

Perfect match.

FATHER: 'And that's the last
twist of the knife, Jack.'

Your refusal to admit
what you've done.

It was you...

...your fingerprints mixed...
with your mother's blood.

No-one else's.

Yours, Jack.

Leo!

I'm off now!

Don't lose track of the time!

Bloody hell.

All the cuttings raked up!
All the cuttings!

-Sure, ma'am.
-I'll be checking.

MAN ON RADIO: 'There are,
of course, some concerns

about the high risk of fire

should there be an atomic
detonation in Britain.

But people must remember

that our homes
are built very differently

from the domestic
architecture in Japan.

There, the houses
are made from

light, highly-flammable
materials,

such as paper and card.

WOMAN: Kirsten!

'...paper and card
burn quickly and easily.

But here, in Britain,
our dwellings

are constructed of
stout brick and concrete...'

Kirsten!

Why doesn't anyone
in this house

answer when I call for them?

I didn't hear you.

My dress for this evening
is hanging in my room.

It needs a press.

And will you please
cover your legs?

Hosiery. No-one wants to see
your chunky calves.

Yes, Miss Vaughan.

And no creases -
in the tablecloths.

Nearest stop to Sunny Point,
please.

Hester.

Hester!

I don't know
what you're smiling at.

It's my house now.

Hester!

Hester!

Hester!

Honestly, Hester,
we're going to be late.

Right... in.

I do have to go to work
after this.

I think fitting
bridesmaids' dresses

is a teensy bit
more important

than stamping books
in a boring, bloody library,

actually, Tina.

-Oh.

Now look what you made me do.

You ready for me, darling?

Ah!

Oh, you need a shave.

Don't they sell razors
in London?

-I'll get it in a minute.

Well, well!
The prodigal returns.

Let's round up
the fatted calf,

slit its throat and sport
and play in its hot blood.

-Philip.
-Mickey.

Good. You're here. Finally.

Come. Sorry, darling.

It's only London, Mickey. You
could have got here sooner.

Mickey, this sham of
a wedding cannot go ahead

and I'm relying on you.

I'm the only one that cares
that Daddy's marrying

that bloody secretary.

Tina's like a ghost. Hester's
playing the innocent baby.

It's as if Mother
never existed.

Well, you're cutting it
a bit fine, aren't you?

I mean, they're getting married
the day after tomorrow.

Daddy isn't thinking clearly.
He's just blinded by S-E-X.

Which is all Gwenda's got.
But that works in our favor.

I've got a plan. You pay her
a lot of attention.

You flatter her.

Let her see you
looking at her...at her...

curves,
letting your eyes linger.

You make up to her...
and then, well... you know.

-You make a pass at her.

She responds - which she will,
because she's a tart -

and we arrange it
so that Daddy catches her.

And she's gone.
He throws her out and...

I mean, he'll be upset, of
course, but... he'll have us.

Well, if he catches me
up his fiancée,

he won't have me, will he?

Yes, but I'll convince him
it was all her.

And you'll be completely
forgiven because he'll realize

that you are
both just victims

of the same
gold-digging slut.

Mary, you need to lie down
in a nice dark room

for just about
the rest of your life.

I don't know why I ever
expected anything from you.

You never help.
You just swan off...

to Korea,
to your new life in London.

It's alright for you, but the
rest of us have to stay here.

Korea was a war,
not a bloody holiday.

Are you going to help
save Daddy from Gwenda?

No.

Jack would have done it.

Jack's not here.

LEO: Mickey?

Dear boy! My best man.

Mary, isn't this wonderful?
He's come home.

Wonderful.

This gathering tonight...

I absolutely will not mind
if you slope off.

There's so many people
to thank,

and since the wedding itself
is only going to be us...

Do you think it's...
too soon?

-Me marrying again.

Mary's not taking it
particularly well.

She didn't say
anything to me.

I'm... I'm happy for you.

Well, that means
a great deal, you know.

A very great deal.

Hester is giddy to see you.

Prepare yourself
for an onslaught.

Yes.

It wouldn't have been
the same without you, son.

I've missed you.

Very much.

Michael, Christina, these are
your new sisters and brother.

Mary, Hester and Jack.

They were all brought
to live here too.

A good bath, tea
and then straight to bed.

Ah...

And this is your new daddy.

Hello.

Come along.

I say, I do hope
that's not the dress.

No, that's going to the hotel
on the morning

so there's no danger
of Leo seeing it.

We saw it, though. It's white
and that's all I'm saying.

Look who's here.

-Door, Hester, please.
-But Mickey--

Will still be there when
you've answered the door.

Oh, Michael,
the tailor's coming tomorrow.

To make sure
your morning suit fits.

Hello, by the way. I'm so
glad that you could make it.

-Ah!

You're very early.
Where's your instrument?

My instrument?

Your cello.

And I do hope you have
something smarter to wear.

-No, I--
-Oh, for God's sake.

What is the matter
with people?

This is a formal occasion.

We can find something
for him to wear.

I'm not a musician.

I'm Arthur Calgary.

The man in the car.

I'm Jack Argyll's alibi.

My apologies
for keeping you waiting.

My family are very...
shocked.

Understandably so.

You're an Egyptologist?

-A gentleman amateur.
-Oh.

Most of them are,
aren't they

-Mr. Calgary--
-It's "Doctor", actually.

Not that I set
particular store by titles,

and not a doctor of medicine.

Science. Physics.

Does that have a bearing
on this situation?

It does, actually, yes.

I came across this
only very recently...

...and recognized him
straightaway.

It was Christmas Eve, 1954.

He flagged me down
and I gave him a lift

to the local town.

I dropped him off
outside the public house,

I asked him for the time...

I've never worn a watch
and I'm late for everything.

He told me
it was just before nine.

But it says here
that your wife was...

that she died
just before nine.

But that's when your son
was with me,

some distance away. So--

Where were you going
when Jack stopped you?

What were you late for?

A dinner party.
I'm afraid the cliché

about absent-minded
scientists is true.

It's been 18 months
since my wife was... killed.

Why have you not
come forward before?

I went away for my work.

Just after Christmas.

A research station
in the Arctic.

The Arctic?

That's why I didn't
see any papers,

hear any radio reports.

I only got back
in the last few days.

And if this hadn't been wrapped
around some equipment,

I wouldn't
have known anything.

You were going to
a dinner party,

so you were wearing
a dinner jacket?

That's right.

I just want to be
absolutely clear.

A dinner suit. Black tie,
black jacket, black trousers?

I wish I could have
got here sooner,

but I'm here now

and I'm willing to
go on oath in court.

So your son can be released.

Because this terrible crime,
Mr. Argyll, he didn't do it.

We've had a lot of people
coming here

claiming to be Jack's alibi,

to know something about him,
about our family.

All those claims
proved fraudulent.

Well, obviously...

Psychics. Tarot readers.

A water diviner
turned up once.

With rods.

Greedy, venal people.

Fame-seekers and charlatans.

You can imagine the hurt
and distress that caused us.

It must have been awful.

But I just want to do
what's right.

Jack was in my car.

He's innocent.

Well, once again,
you're... too late.

Jack died in prison

before the case
could come to trial.

He died?

He can't be dead. He...

He has to be alive. He...

He died

He got into a fight
with another inmate.

Jack was a difficult
young man.

We loved him
but he was difficult.

Disturbed.

We hope he's at peace now.

And I hope you'll leave us
to our own hard-won peace.

I'd hoped... that one day
he might understand

what he'd done to us.

I'd hoped your brother might
one day be sorry.

FATHER: He wasn't.

-Jack!
-Jack!

Wait for us!

But we forgive him
because we loved him.

And now...

...we have to
look after each other...

and keep on living.

CALGARY: I'm so sorry.

Really. So dreadfully sorry.

Actually,
we're all rather busy,

so if you wouldn't mind...

Yes, of course.

I don't suppose
you know of any hotels

or boarding houses nearby.

There's a hotel in town.
Good day, Dr. Calgary.

Don't come back.
There's nothing for you here.

No more information than
he'd read in the newspaper.

Like all the others, he said he
was wearing a dinner jacket.

So we know he was lying.

I thought this had stopped.

Why won't these ghouls
just leave us alone?

He told me he's a physicist
who's only just returned

from an expedition
to the Arctic.

Which has got to be
one of the best ones yet.

Forget about him. This is
not going to shake us.

Hester,
take those boxes upstairs.

Kirsten, we'll have tea
on the lawn.

I'll take mine in my room.

As you wish,
Lieutenant Durrant.

Strange...
turning up like that,

out of the blue,
all this time later.

Very strange.

Like my dad said,
forget about it.

Well, I'm sure
we'll all give it a try,

but it brings it all back,
doesn't it?

Like it was yesterday.

Your poor, dear mother.

"Butter."
There are two T's, Michael.

Two of them.

-Christina can do it.
-Butter.

Why can't you?

Butter.

Bu'er.

Stand up.

Look me in the eye
and say it.

Bu'er.

Give me that.

Kirsten, Michael has had
a little... mishap.

A dab of disinfectant
and a plaster, I think.

Mary, your
French composition.

-Don't.

Jack always said
he was innocent.

I'd say the same if I'd been
charged with murder.

When we were standing
round his coffin,

and they'd had to cover
most of his face

so we couldn't see...

...what had been done to him,
how he'd been hurt...

you didn't once think,

"What if Jack
was telling the truth?"

-No.
-Well, I did.

I do. I think about it
all the time.

What if Jack
was telling the truth?

What if he was innocent?
What if he had an alibi?

-What if Dr. Calgary--
-Was lying.

Leave it. You going on

won't change anything
or bring anyone back.

Tina, it's about time.
I'm beside myself.

I need help with the tables.

Can you make sure they all
have little lamps on them?

Poor Tina.

That's why I hide up here.

So they can't make me help.

-Get some cigarettes.

There's cigarettes
in the store cupboard.

Not the ones I like.

I'm not cross, Hester.

-It's Christmas Eve.

How can I be cross?

Well, of course, I saw
through him immediately.

If you're going to
pretend to be a doctor,

don't dress as
a caricature of one.

A Tweed suit
and winter brogues in July?

It's ridiculous.

What did he say?

Oh, the usual.
Daddy dealt with him.

Look at her.

Pointing at flowers
as if she's the Queen.

You know, I thought Mickey
might help for once,

but he only cares
about himself.

Is her dress really white?

-Ivory.
-Ivory is the same as white.

This is unbearable!
How can you go along with it,

bending over backwards
to be her new best friend?

Why doesn't it kill you
like it kills me?

Because it doesn't.

Well... I was the first.

I loved Mother longest.

-Mother--
-Always pulling at me!

It's intolerable!

It's different for you.

It's not different for me.

You think you were
the favorite.

But you weren't.

Mother just felt sorry
for you.

Filth! Filth! Filth!

RADIO: '...against fire
and radioactive fallout.

And if you don't have
one of those,

then simply place a door
against a wall

inside your house
as an extra precaution

for yourself and your family,

until the police or Civil
Defense Corps arrive

to tell you
the danger is past.

If you are outside,
then simply lie down.

It isn't advisable to smoke,

so keep your cigarettes
in your pocket

until you hear
the all-clear siren.

I want to remind everyone

that although Great Britain
does face a threat

from unscrupulous
foreign powers...'

Ssh.

No, no, no.

Who are you?

Arthur Calgary.
Dr. Arthur Calgary.

Well, you don't have
anything that proves it.

No.

-Um...

I got brambles caught
in my trousers.

The thorns, they...

Tell me the story.

The one you told my dad.

-It's not a story.
-Tell it, anyway.

-I was driving.

I don't really know
about cars.

-Describe it.
-I don't--

Big

Big, I suppose.

You suppose?

Where is it now?

'Cause you didn't drive here.

I don't have it anymore.

Go on.

-I was driving--
-In the car

that you don't know
whether it was big or small?

-Yes.
-That you don't have anymore.

Driving on the road
that goes past your house.

How fast were you going?

Quite slowly.

Go on.

I was driving on the road
that goes past your house

and this man stepped out
into the road

and put his hands up
to ask for a lift.

I stopped and gave him
a lift. Your brother - Jack.

And we drove on and I dropped
him off outside a pub.

I asked him for the time
and I went on my way.

How come
you don't have anything

that proves who you are?

You're a driver.
Where's your license?

I don't know.

Did you lose it?

In the Arctic?

I might have done.

Did it get eaten
by a penguin?

Penguins don't live
in the Arctic.

They live in
the southern hemisphere.

Don't take the piss
out of me.

I'm not.
I'm just pointing out--

I need you to do something.

I need you to go.

Because we've had enough
of people like you.

We've really had enough.

It's important you get that.

Don't be here tomorrow.

And don't go talking
to anyone else round here.

Remember...

...I can get in.

You can't go out.

Darling...

...an evening spent...

in the company of
your father's friends

and their bloated pig wives,

braying over my head
while my face is at...

crotch level...

...not my idea of fun.

I'm just going to go out
and have a quiet supper

in town, alright?

Oh...

Ah, yes.

Now, you won't drink
too much, will you?

You look very pretty.

Don't let any of the men
flirt with you, will you?

I'll see you later.

Mm.

Mm, mm-hm.

Oh.

I'm honestly not trying

to take your mother's place,
Mary.

I'd like us to be friends.

We could have shopping trips
and lunches.

Just us girls.

I don't want to be
your friend.

And as for taking
my poor mother's place,

with your
elocution lessons and...

your padded brassieres...

...you don't have a chance.

Well, look at you.

Playing the adoring,
heartbroken daughter.

"My poor mother."

The thing is...

no-one hated her
more than you.

-It looks like real gold.
-Shut up.

JACK: Oh, here she comes.

Mother Superior.

Thank you.

MOTHER: What are you doing?

You've got guests.

Well, it's just that it's
my last evening here.

So I thought I'd just...

Change into your going-away
outfit while your husband

is still sober enough
to walk you out of the house.

What's the rush?

Why can't she just sit here
with us if she wants to?

Because it doesn't
look right.

Oh, and that's what matters,
is it? Looking right.

Look, it won't take me
a moment to change.

You are happy for me, Mother,
aren't you?

Always such hot little hands.

You'll mark my suit.
Come on.

Don't.

One day.

One day.
Just to crack the shell.

See if there's
anything inside.

Don't!

We can't avoid each other.

So we should probably
make an effort.

Don't come back.

I suppose we should.

One tiny little push.

Go ahead.

Ah... Dr. Calgary.
I apologize

for not coming
to find you myself,

but I'm not as good
at the stairs as I once was.

We weren't
introduced earlier.

I'm Flight Lieutenant Durrant
but please call me Philip.

-Arthur.
-Arthur.

I'd like to buy you dinner.

I thought that at least
one person in the family

should be hospitable.
What do you say?

-Thank you.
-Thank you, sir.

It's funny, isn't it?

How some murders fly
right under the radar,

and no-one really cares and...

and others...
make a lot of noise.

Although, let's face it,

perfect mother beaten to
death by her adopted son

is a newspaperman's dream.

Really makes you sit up over
your toast and marmalade.

Especially when the perfect
mother is an heiress.

Jack was adopted?

Yes. God knows, they all are.

Even the maid is from
some dismal foundling home.

You see, they couldn't have
children of their own,

so they... filled the house
with little unwanteds.

Landed with their bums
in the butter

with all that Argyll money.

Not that I see any of it.

They keep me
on very short commons.

I mean, every man gets
himself into a bit of debt.

You'd think they'd be only
too happy to help a chap out.

Flying ace. Decorated.

I'm a bloody hero.

Whole world
tilted on my wing. I was...

I was a god.

Now...

Now I piss in a bottle.

Cheers.

I tip them extra.

Don't I

Yes, I'd only
got out of hospital

the night before
Rachel's sad demise.

I... wrote the car off on
the way back from the races.

Broke my back.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Wonderful spread, Kirsten.

Thank you, Chief Constable.

You always feed us so well.

Things are bound to change
under the new Mrs. Argyll.

If it gets difficult,
you just let me know.

I have Leo's ear.

Difficult?

I wouldn't like
to see you get sidelined -

when you were so devoted
to Rachel.

So, what were you doing
in the Arctic, then?

I'm... not able
to discuss my work.

You're a military man.
You'll understand.

Official secrets?

Hm?

Well, you're right
to keep quiet.

You never know
who's listening these days.

And all after the same thing.

(MIMICS BOMB EXPLODING,
THEN HE CHUCKLES)

Jack's brother
came to see me.

Mickey
Now, what did he want, eh?

He suggested that I...
leave and not come back.

How typically charming
of him!

And?

Are you going to go away
and never come back?

I don't see
what else I can do.

Jack's dead.

I can't do any good here.

There's an awful lot of good
that you can do here.

What do you mean?

You're going to stick around,
Arthur,

tell your version of events

and let the rumor mill
do the rest.

Place like this,
suspicions run riot.

The whole bloody family
are suspects.

Which one of them's
got blood on their hands?

So deliciously squalid.

You're leaving, Jack.

God Almighty Mother.

Jack killed Rachel, alright.

He was a nasty
little bastard.

A demon seed.

-But he... he didn't.
-Yes, he did.

Of course he did.
His fingerprints

were all over the murder
weapon - a whiskey decanter,

which weighed a ton,
I can assure you.

No, no, no, he got
what was coming to him.

But people starting to think
it might not have been him...

works very well for us.

What do you mean?

Well, if a newspaper
picks it up,

lawyers get interested.

I feed you all the
information that I have

and together we stir the pot,

and if Leo Argyll
wants you gone -

and he bloody well will -

he'll have to pay,
and pay big.

Fifty-fifty split.

That's... That's extortion.

I... I won't do that.

I can't believe you'd
suggest such a thing.

Your own family,
when they're grieving.

If I tell a newspaper
or a lawyer anything,

it'll be about you.

-Sit--
-Let go of me!

Sit down.

If you're a scientist doing
secret research

in the Arctic, then I'm
a baboon's ballsack.

-That's where I've been.
-The sun

doesn't set far north
in the midsummer.

You'd have color
in your face,

but you look like you've been
living under a rotting log

and to me that says
one thing.

You've been in prison.
Yes, I'm right, aren't I?

-I gave him a lift.

My arse! You're a conman.
You've been inside.

One word from me will have
you sent straight back.

Oh, Christ,
you look terrified.

What are you so scared of,
Arthur?

Oh! Help! He's attacking me!

A war hero in a wheelchair!
He's attacking me!

LEO: Dear friends,

I would like to say thank you

to Gwenda...

for agreeing to be my wife.

No.

Which I think is happening
quite soon.

-Stop it.

And I would like to
say thank you...

...to my children...

...all grown up now...

...for giving us
their blessing.

Smile.

LEO: Thank you
for being here.

You have been steadfast

during the most
appalling ordeal

any family could endure.

And you have the gratitude
of myself and my children...

...forever.

Can I get a lift?

Well?

The toast I would like
to make is to Rachel -

wife, mother,
a force of nature,

a crusader for good.

Let me go!

Don't!

Do you have the time?

I'm supposed to be there
by nine.

Yeah. Well, it's nearly
that now, so you're late.

There, there, there, there.
Ssh, ssh.

There, there...

Rachel.

ALL: Rachel.

We've been through hell. You
don't know what that's like.

I know what hell is like.

Leave me alone!

Why don't you believe me?

-I'm telling the truth.
-Shut up!

I could have killed her
that night for what she did.

Why are you so cruel to me?

PHILIP: It's like kicking
a whipped dog. It's easy.

Jack was innocent,

and your wife's killer
is still free.

Do you really not know
what you've done?

The bomb you've just dropped.

Bit too old for you, though,
aren't I?

You won't break me, Jack.

They're all in on it.

If Jack didn't kill Mother...
then who did?

Of course it's you.