All language subtitles for 120 - The Scars of War

At least 75 German aircraft were shot
down last night and raided across the

country. Tonight, the nation's cities
are one... I think it could be

Bristol's turn tonight.

And our boys in Bristol will shoot them
all down.

Won't they, Eddie?

But what if they fly back over
Camberford and... What will be, will be,

Right. Happy Valentine's Day. Take care.

Stand at ease.

Oh, wow.

Captain Hatton always loved his cars.

Great. Great shot.

We'll be right back.

Ladies and gentlemen, Hitler's lot never
made it to Campbellford,

which is lucky for them.

My boys had quite a welcome plan.

But my platoon did, however, make safe
dozens

of deadly butterfly bombs jettisoned
from the Luftwaffe.

Those infernal things were devastating.

And in this regard, we must never forget
the brave contribution made by

our late friend from the Home Guard Bomb
Disposal Unit,

Ronald Devine.

Was it a butterfly bomb that injured
Ronald?

It went off as Mr Devine approached it.

You've got a nerve, Treadwell.

Come to pay my respects like everyone
else, Captain?

Respect from a coward is an insult.

Now go.

Before I... I stuff that flower down

your throat.

I shall not.

Captain Houghton, you may not share.

Mr Treadwell's pacifist views.

He has as much right to be here as
anyone.

A metal detector?

Hm.

Ronald Devine would have used one of
these to locate bombs buried in the

So Mr Devine was in charge of bomb
disposal in Kembleford?

No, dear Eddie, I was.

I'd been called away to deal with
another device. It was a rough night.

What would you have done if you'd found
a Nazi spy?

shot them and buried them in the woods.

Good to see you back in Kebelford,
Captain Haddon, although I understand

declined the original invitation.

Trouble in Shropshire, Father.

My wife has asked me to leave the
premises.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

So am I. Her family had all the cash.

Military pension won't keep my three
jaguars in the round.

In the Great War, that yellow belly
would have been shot.

To defend a moral position takes a
certain bravery, too, Captain.

I've gone to the bar before I
accidentally...

Still as committed as ever, Mr.
Treadwell.

Well, until someone could persuade me
that you can defeat evil with evil.

I heard you were working at a farm at
the Assyrian cester.

I prefer to stay in Kembleford.

The treatment you received from this
village after the war was far from

commendable.

I'm afraid it continues, Father.

This morning, my employer, Mr. Morris,
told me to pack my bags.

He'd found out about my background.

I will find you some shelter locally,
Mr. Treadwell.

Thank you, Father.

You've always understood.

Oh, yeah, not bad.

Eddie won a shooting competition during
his national service.

No, Mum, I entered a shooting
competition.

I came fourth.

Mrs. Watterson's an excellent shot, too.

Her father was a gamekeeper.

Isn't she the one whose son disappeared?

Adam. Rode off on his bike in 41.

Never seen again.

The poor mite was deaf.

Then six months later, her husband got
shot down over Germany. How awful. I

honestly don't know how she copes.

Good job, Mrs. Waterston.

Thank you, John.

Poor John Carlton.

Still smitten.

Isn't he a bit young to be in the
Hermgard?

Refused conscription.

Flat feet.

Never been the same boy since.

Yes, perfect.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Gloria.

Isabel. Did you want a cup of tea?

I'm fine, thank you.

Who's that?

Someone in London.

Isabel, I'm... Tomorrow's lunch with
Eddie.

I'm afraid someone's come up for work.
I'm sorry.

Oh.

Yes, I... I'd better.

What a strange day.

Lots of memories, eh?

Yes.

Yes, there are.

Here he is.

Don Juan in action.

As useless with women as he was a drill.

Surprisingly, Good shot now, eh?

Sorry to hear about your mother's
parking cover.

Thank you.

Must be tough with both of them gone.

Lonely.

Don't blame you for trying your luck
with this one, though.

Still the most beautiful creature in the
world.

Excuse me.

Should have been you.

Not my dad.

What? You saw that bomb in a different
fuse.

You got scared and ordered my dad to go
outside and saw it.

Who told you this? Someone who saw you
hiding around the corner before it went

off.

Don't believe everything you hear, Mr
Divine.

They gave your father that medal, didn't
they?

Watch it, man. That's enough.

Get your hands off me! Eddie, please!

Did you hear what he did, Mum?

Mr Divine, I think perhaps it's time you
went home.

Do as Father Brown says, Eddie.

You'll pay for this, Holland!

And that salad is how you spot a Nazi

in a bakery.

Who's there?

Show yourself.

64.

64 yards.

And the marks and calibre of the
cartridge are consistent with an Enfield

Single bullet to the back of the head,
at range.

Good shot.

Yes, indeed.

Sir, confirmed that Captain Houghton was
staying at a guesthouse just up the

road. And I checked the inventory at the
hall.

One of those Enfield rifles is missing,
sir.

Well, Sergeant, you always need to find
that rifle.

Unfortunately, I think we know where we
need to start.

Don't we, sir?

Eddie?

Eddie?

Eddie?

What's going on?

Mr Devine, Captain Haven has been shot
dead.

What?

Eddie, we just need to establish a
couple of things, given your altercation

the captain yesterday.

Your mother says you weren't home by the
time she went to bed around ten o

'clock. Yeah, I was in the Red Lion.

I don't know when I left.

Did you come straight home?

I think so.

I've checked the rest of the house,
though.

Nothing.

Good. So for what?

Eddie?

Have you been out to the shed this
morning?

As I said, I've not been out here all
week.

What? Oh, no.

I did not put that there.

Eddie!

Lars. What's going on?

Did you see where Eddie went?

Eddie? No.

What's happened?

He didn't do this, Edgar.

If he tries to make contact, promise me
you'll tell me.

Promise.

We need this to be someone else, Father.

Could you possibly find out Captain
Houghton's movements yesterday?

Sergeant.

This can't be happening.

What can't?

Captain Houghton's been shot.

Chief Inspector Sullivan thinks it's
Eddie.

Is one of these a key to your shed? Yes.

How did you know that was there?

Lucky guess.

Oh!

Someone could have found my secret
hiding place and planted the gun.

Wearing the boots, Eddie left outside
the front door.

I know who to talk to.

Captain Halton was just an acquaintance.

But still, what a terrible thing.

I couldn't help noticing how...

Familiar he was with you yesterday.

He was drunk.

Captain Houghton and I had a
relationship during the war.

I paid a terrible price for my betrayal,
losing the two people most

important to me in this life.

Those were personal tragedies, Mrs.
Watterson.

They were not punishments.

Well, that's how it felt to me.

Father, last night, Captain Houghton
told me he wanted to resume our

relationship. When I told him I was not
interested, he threatened to tell the

entire village of our affair.

That must have been terribly
intimidating. How did you respond?

I stood firm.

I did not kill him, Father.

My soul is weighed down with quite
enough guilt already.

Did you notice any tension between
Captain Houghton and anyone else last

Only John Colton.

He's always had it in for John.

It's... I mean, it's amazing.

It's wonderful.

You're wonderful.

Really.

Come on, son.

I don't think I've ever seen anything
like this.

Captain Houghton was always a bit
overbearing.

He was just worse when he was drunk.

Mrs. Watterson felt there was something
malicious in the way Captain Houghton

mocked you.

Vindictive, Ian.

And yesterday it struck me that the
entire Kembleford Home Guard platoon

wearing defence medals.

Except you.

Captain Houghton decided my wartime
performance did not merit it.

You, I sense, did not concur.

So when Captain Hatton goaded you in
front of Mrs.

Watterson, you must have struck a nerve.

That's why I told Eddie Devine what I
did.

About Captain Hatton's role in his
father's injury.

People treated the captain like he was a
hero.

I say he was a bigger coward than Oscar
Treadwell.

Were you provoked into anything else?

I wonder.

That was revenge enough for me, Father.

window is open. Thank goodness, you're
all right.

Do you think I should?

Of course not.

Why did you run away? Because your
boyfriend clearly reckons I'm guilty.

Well, frankly, I'm not sure I'll ever be
able to trust Chief Inspector Sullivan

again. Why?

He's been distracted by a shinier model.

What? I'll throttle him. Eddie, please,
don't do anything rash.

I need some water.

Of course.

I found a spot in the woods where that
swing used to be.

Right.

Good.

You are.

Isabel?

Dave, Dave.

I thought you knew it.

Um, Isabel?

What?

What's happened?

I came to tell you that whoever put that
gun in the shed must have taken my

secret set of keys, which it turns out
are not quite as secret as I believed.

That's helpful.

Has Eddie been in contact?

No.

Isabel, you gave me your word.

You accused me of deception.

I saw you with that woman in your
office.

That was work -related.

Oh, really?

What aspect of your work requires you to
hold a woman's hand and tell her she's

wonderful?

you to go, please?

It's a moment.

So, Captain Houghton bullied John during
the war?

It would appear so.

The question is, what moved Private John
Carlton to take his revenge now?

What do you think, Mrs Devine?

I think Chief Inspector Sullivan is
seeing someone else.

Her name is Gloria.

He was talking to her on the telephone.

Then I saw him with her at the station.

Mrs Devine, whilst it is impossible to
truly understand another's heart,

The chief inspector appears, dare I say,
to be besotted with you. He was holding

her hand, Father.

He told her she was wonderful.

Sergeant. Father, ladies, forgive the
intrusion.

You asked for Captain Houghton's
movements yesterday, Father.

Yes. He was seen entering a post office
in Siren Sector where he sent a

telegram, and afterwards he visited a
local farm.

What was the name of the farm?

Uh, Morris Farm, Father.

That was where Oscar Treadwell was
working.

Until yesterday.

When he was fired.

Mr. Treadwell.

Father.

Ladies. Here for the rosary, I presume?

You know me well, Father.

Have you heard about Captain Houghton? I
overheard the men at the hostel talking

about it. Shocking news.

Oh, violence is so senseless.

I gather Captain Houghton paid a visit
to your ex -employer, Mr Morris, at his

farm yesterday.

Hmm. It seems Captain Houghton found out
last week that Mr Morris was employing

me and decided to combine his return to
the area with a little sabotage.

Oh.

I'd be livid if I were you.

Was that part of the reason you came to
yesterday's event?

I needed to look that man in the eye,
Mrs Devine, to show him that nothing he

could do to me would ever shake me from
my beliefs.

Which begs the question, Mr Treadwell,
was that enough for you?

Yes, Father.

You got the message.

Oscar Treadwell may be a pacifist now,
but that man fought in the Great War. He

knows how to fire a gun.

I agree, but I am not persuaded that
Oscar Treadwell would compromise his

principles of non -violence, even for
his bête noire, Captain Houghton.

Hmm. At least we know where he is.

Which is more than what we can say for
Eddie.

Mrs Devine, forgive my presumption.

You wouldn't happen to know where your
son is, would you?

Eddie! You gave me a word.

I had to tell them.

Where's Sullivan? We've said nothing to
Chief Inspector Sullivan.

Why? Because we don't think you did it,
Eddie.

You're looking for your father's George
medal?

It's missing.

I think it came off as I was making that
dent.

Oh, no.

Fear not.

I may have a solution.

Meanwhile, you are not helping your
case, Mr Divine, by remaining on the

Well, with all the roads and stations
covered, it's only a matter of time.

Mr Devine.

I didn't do it.

Eddie.

Oh, it's like one of those aliens you
see in the films.

Those things have saved thousands of
lives.

Um, can I have a go?

In a minute.

Must be buried in the ground.

Whatever it is, it's considerably bigger
than a medal.

Oh.

Smile there.

You don't think it could be it?

Oh.

Perhaps as a precaution you should stand
well back.

Why would you bury a bike?

What's that in the handlebar?

I believe it is a bullet.

He was just a boy.

Why would someone fire a gun at him?

Mrs. Waterston, what time of day did
Adam ride off on his bicycle?

It was.

17 minutes past three in the morning.

One minute after he had walked in on
myself and Captain Houghton.

Adam ran downstairs and by the time I
got outside, he and his bicycle were

I sent Captain Houghton to look for him.

Poor boy.

It was my sin.

That drove him away, Father.

What ever happened to him?

It's my fault.

Father, a word?

The bullet in that handlebar is from a
.303 calibre. Just like the one that

killed Captain Houghton, Father.

So potentially also fired from a Lee
-Enfield rifle.

Adam Waters. and disappeared in 1941,
didn't he?

13th of October, Father.

Excuse me.

Where it's quiet, no suspicious
activity.

Oh, dear.

Mr. Palden, how fortuitous.

I was just coming to see you.

Well, Father, I'm very pleased to bump
into you.

I fear the villagers misunderstood you.

Your feelings for Mrs. Watterson were
not born out of infatuation, but out of

guilt.

I'm full of sympathy for you.

It was obviously a tragic accident.

In 1941, the entire country was on high
alert for Nazi spies.

You were on point duty.

The captain hadn't, but he abandoned
you.

To be with Mrs. Waterson.

It wasn't the first time he'd left me
alone, Father, but... That night I was

seeing Nazis in every shadow.

All I could think of was Captain
Houghton's warning.

Houghton, I have to shoot!

Don't be the traitor that lets the Nazi
pass.

Adam was deaf, he couldn't hear me.

In that moment, a part of me died too.

You're right about Rachel.

The guilt is there every time I see her
stabbing me.

He was on his bike.

He didn't stop.

I thought he was a Nazi.

No one else need know about this,
private.

Bury the bike in another part of the
woods.

Yes, sir.

Captain Allen stayed quiet for over ten
years until his

marriage collapsed and his finances with
it. He sent you a telegram yesterday,

didn't he?

What was he demanding for his continued
silence?

Half my parents' inheritance.

By this morning, or everyone would know
what I did to Adam.

I felt... trapped.

Scared that I'd always be his slave.

A new sort of violence is the only way
to free yourself from him.

I made sure I left before him and hid
outside with a rifle.

Captain Atwin taught me to shoot.

He was a good teacher.

You seem remarkably calm, Mr. Cartman.

But I do not detect any remorse.

No, Father.

You see, I'm making my escape.

Rachel, here's in the wood.

I'm afraid they broke me.

Everyone had their war souvenirs, didn't
they?

I've attached a timer to the charge.

In, uh, 25 minutes, this will all be
over.

You do have a choice, John.

You can unchain yourself, walk away, and
ask for God's forgiveness. My faith is

long gone, Father.

The war's all for that.

It's our man for a murderer, and I never
even set eyes on a Nazi.

Look at us, with our, um, tea and cake.

We polish our medals and fire our guns
like it's all something to celebrate.

I'm taking it all up with me, Father.
The old ATQ as well.

Why the timer, John?

Because I don't want anyone else hurt.

That's why I'm so pleased you're here.

I need you to clear the area for me.

Please say sorry to Rachel for me.

And also to Eddie.

There you are, Father.

Is that right? Ladies, I might have a
word with you.

Outside.

Mrs Devine, please relay the news to the
Chief Inspector. We will need his

urgent assistance in making the bombs
safe.

Miss Palmer, you and I shall move
everyone away from the hall.

Isabel? John Carlton has a butterfly
bomb in the Great Hall.

It's set to explode at five o 'clock.
Good Lord.

He's also confessed to the murder of
Captain Houghton. If he's confessed,

let me go.

Hold on, Eddie, please.

No, you need me.

We did control explosions during the
National Service.

How much bomb training have you had?

Sergeant, key, please.

Please don't get involved in this.

What would that do?

We need sandbags.

Right. Where are we going to find those?

She suits the conker.

The Kembleford play is last production.
We used them to secure the wobbly

scenery.

The immediate

area has been evacuated.

Thank you, Father.

Now I just need you to leave.

You say seeing Rachel Waterston's grief
drove you to this?

Yes.

But you have the power to ease that
pain.

To allow her to grieve properly.

By confessing to her yourself.

And showing her where her son's body is
buried.

Or I'll kick this and take you all up
with me.

Sergeant, would you accompany Mrs.
Devine outside and oversee the others

please? It's all right, Mum.

Please.

You said your faith is gone, but not
your compassion.

Which is what is stopping you detonating
that bomb.

Why is John doing this?

Let's go.

Father, I'll see you outside.

The sandbags might not hold. No.

You've got 30 seconds. I implore you to
go.

It's still not too late to return.

I can't face her, Father.

You're braver than you think, John.

Where's Father Brown?

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I was in trouble.

I think

you

both showed commendable bravery.

I just did as I was told, Father.

Your dad would have been proud of you,
Eddie.

And you've got a bit more spine than I
thought.

Eddie,

look what we found in the woods.

Oh, thank you.

I think this calls for a celebratory cup
of tea at the presbytery.

Good idea, Father.

Eddie? Sure.

Do the decent thing.

Put her out of her misery.

Scaring anyone?

Wasn't you terrified, Father?

I was.

But I always felt like I was in safe
hands.

Training kicks in, doesn't it?

I'll get some more glasses.

Fingers. Oh, Mr Johnson mentioned he was
looking for help at the foundry, so I

persuaded him to take Oscar Treadwell
on.

Oh, let's hope Oscar can finally stop
being punished for his principles.

Isabel, might I have a word in private?

Whatever you have to tell me, I'd like
my friends to hear it too.

I'd really rather... Who is Gloria?

Well, she's not a colleague.

She's a jeweller.

Her last name is Hazelbrook.

A jeweller?

Well, how lovely for her.

How lovely for Miss Hazelbrook.

It's Mrs Hazelbrook, actually.

And she's married.

Would that be the Hazelbrooks of
Cheltenham, perhaps?

Yes, Father.

Next, I suppose you're going to tell me
Gloria Hazelbrook came to your office to

show you some jewellery.

Well, yes, she did.

She was bringing me this.

What are you going to do with that
thing?

Isabel Divine, will you marry me?

If, er... You don't need to decide right
now.

Oh, yes,

I do, yes.

Really? Bravo, Chief Inspector.

Well done. Thank you, Father.

I don't believe it.

Mum?

Congratulations.

You don't mind?

Yes, my permission.

I know it's early days, but have you
considered where you'd like to get

I was thinking of a registry office,
actually, Father.

That's it.

Thank you.