All language subtitles for The Game 2025 S02E02 1080p MY5 WEB-DL AAC2 0 H 264-RAWR

We are in the middle of nowhere.

Hey, this place is decent.

All that stuff you did out there,
it's messed up, mate.

Leave Huw Miller alone.

I read all about the Ripton Stalker,
and I think he killed my Jonathan.

I've got plenty to say
about Jonathan Gower,

but I'm only saying it to Huw.

Go away!
'I loved how scared she looked.'

'Hi. Where are you?'

I was just down at the beach. Alice?

'Do you think it was deliberate?'

You're looking well, Huw.

Well, much better than I expected.

You must be very disappointed. No.

Quite the opposite.

I'll need you in rude health.

Tell me about Jonathan Gower.

What is wrong with me?

I'm so sorry about Alice.

Yeah, it's just terrible. What happened?

I was told you wanted to talk
about Jonathan Gower.

Yeah, yeah, we'll get to that. But...

Did you get my card?

Did you kill that man?

Yep. I don't believe you.

You don't hide bodies, do you?
You show them off.

No, I was going to hide Margot's body.

I was going to cut her up,
make her disappear.

All right. I'm done here.

He came to my shop.

Jonathan Gower.

Well, they all came to my shop.
You worked that out, right?

I could still see the little boy in him.

He was probably on the spectrum.

He had a teddy bear.

The seam had split,
and it was losing its shape.

A teddy bear? One of three, he said.

His little collection.

So I fixed it up, I took his photograph.

Then I started to visit.

Fine.

What? Right, what?

Are you gonna check this out?
See if I'm lying?

Goodbye, Patrick.

I've missed this.

I'm sorry about him.

Harbottle.

We tried to dampen his mood,
but he's a cocky little shit.

You're the one who caught him,
aren't you?

Yes, yes, I am, yeah.

Well, I'm glad someone
finally put him in his place.

He makes my skin crawl.

Huw Miller. Jackie Burdett.

Pleasure, sir.

Are you shitting me? Well, no...

You ripped into me.

You might as well have torn me
a new arsehole.

I know what I said.

And then you go and see him yourself?

Listen, he... he told us that he can
prove that he killed Jonathan Gower.

I mean, we've got to investigate.

No. There is absolutely no "we"
any more, all right?

There is clearly just one gigantic "me".

How long is this massive strop
gonna go on for?

You are not a cop. You don't get
to investigate anything.

Tell me what he said. I'll
let you know if it seems credible.

Or we can just go and see his widow.

Sorry, which bit of "there is no 'we'..."?

You know what? You should come along.

She's expecting us in half an hour.

I've read all about you,
Detective Inspector Miller.

Oh, er, no.
It's just plain old Mr Miller now.

Please call me Huw. Oh, please.

You're the man who caught
the Ripton Stalker.

Listen. Er...

Can we talk about your husband?

My sweet Jonathan, he...

I'm so sorry, but would you mind
using a coaster for that cup?

Yeah. Sorry.

That's much better.

You said you'd been to see him.

Yes, yes, I did. Yeah, we both have.

And he said he did it? He killed him?

Well, that's what he claims.
But I think he's not to be trusted.

He says that he met your husband
at his repair shop

and that he fixed...
he fixed a teddy bear for him.

Is that at all plausible? Yes.

This is Augustine.

Brother to Benedict and Copernicus.

He used to insist
they had pride of place on our bed.

If he told you about Augustine,

maybe you could get him
to tell you more.

Perhaps he could tell you
where my husband's body is buried.

Do you think
you could get him to do that?

I can try, yeah.

You'll do it. I know you will.

Wow. Look at you,
acting like a real detective again.

I'm amazed your head could still fit
through the front door.

Well, I'm glad you've got over your strop.

She's a bit odd.

Patrick was right about the teddy bear.

Yeah, and Jonathan Gower does fit
the victim profile, doesn't he?

Someone vulnerable that
he can exploit, terrorise. Yeah.

It's just weird that... he kept him
a secret all this time, though.

Hey. Hey, sweets.

I've been calling.

Yeah, sorry, I had this, er...
this thing, and, er...

Where were you?

Dad, you promised Mum.

And I've been in your study,
so don't start again with the lies.

I went to visit him in prison.

It was to help someone.

It's important.

Did you know... he's been calling me?

He's what?

And he's got someone stalking me, too.

Fucking hell!

When did this start? Weeks ago.

Mum knew. Jenny knows.

Prison warden knows. Jenny knows?

We all agreed not to tell you

because we didn't want
to drag you back into this shit.

Jesus Christ!

For a year...

you've just been my dad.

And we've been happy and normal.
It's been brilliant.

And then I go in there,
and you... and you are at it again.

Look, let me help you.
I'm still here, aren't I?

You can rely on me.

Can you just do what you promised?
Just block him out.

Don't let him think
that he can touch us. OK.

I know, you're right. You're right,
you're right, you're right.

Just let me tie up these loose ends,
that's all. Dad...

Now, why don't you and Sam,

why don't you just move in here with me,

and you'll feel... you'll feel safer
if you're here. Dad!

Margot... Yeah.

So, I can't just drop him.

It's the same. It's the same again.

You caught him!

You caught him, and you're still
trying the same bullshit.

But, Margot, just one more time.

Let's just talk this through.

Margot!

It's all going off on E Wing.

There's a lad named Dusty, and he...

he's been... he's been bringing in spice.

Shh, shh, shh, shh!

And now someone
has-has grassed him up.

And it's gone mad down there,

because you-you-you look at
s-someone the wrong way, Patrick,

they'll stab you in the eye,
Patrick, they'd stab you in the eye.

So I have to swear...
What are you doing in here, Ian?

I'm just... just shooting
the breeze, Miss Burdett.

Yeah, I'm gonna go now and...

Yeah.

New one for you.
I'll collect it from you later.

They went to see the widow.

You should quit this shit
and go professional.

Private eye. Maybe I will.

But then I'd never see you again.

Well, we can't have that, can we?

Thank you for doing this. It's nothing.

I miss it. Let me do it all for you.

I'll tell you every last detail.

Would you? Of course.

What shall we do?

You name it. Anything.

I think Margot has had it
way too easy. Don't you?

Yes, all right, all right.

All right!

Yeah. Sorry, I just... I overslept.

Right, well, we got half an hour.
OK. Oh, good news, though.

The chief super has approved
a fixed-term contract for you

for this investigation.

He's back. God help us all.

Yeah, right, well, I'll just go
and get myself ready, then.

Oh, my God! God, haven't I got
a moment to myself?

No! I was knocking on the door
for 15 minutes.

And I need to talk to you about Alice.

We found the car that hit her
burnt out in a lay-by.

It was bought for cash three weeks ago.

No registered owner
and no insurance, so...

All the hallmarks of a drugs courier.

Yeah, what about the driver? No luck yet.

But we have had a good response
from our appeal for witnesses,

so I am hopeful.

Yeah, thanks for that.
I mean, it makes sense, doesn't it?

It was just some stupid kid in
a dodgy car just driving too fast,

and, you know, he was scared
to stop, so... Yeah, yeah.

Well, at least this way,

we can finally return
all her belongings to you.

It WAS an accident, wasn't it?

It looks that way.

And if he'd had anything to do with it,

he would have let me know, wouldn't he?

I just keep wondering.

I've... I've let him in, Jenny. I...

I... I can't stop myself. It's just...

Look, I could see him
on my own today. No.

No, I wanna come.

He's already sitting in there.

Actually, Jackie, will you do me a favour?

Will you just keep an eye on him?

And if you think
that he says anything useful,

will you just... just let me know?

Yeah, course. Right. Thank you.

Why did you hide the body?

So now you believe me.

Well, I wasn't sure if it was safe
not to. He was one of my first.

It took a while to work out

what your lot could decipher
from a crime scene.

And it turns out not much.

We worked out enough to get you
locked up for the rest of your life.

When I cut his throat, there was...
there was so much blood.

It was shocking.

But the more I did, the better
I got at making less mess.

Why did you kill him in the first place?

Because he was pathetic,
and I wanted to.

And where did you put the body?
Why should I tell you?

Well, because there's a woman
in agony who needs to know.

Yes, but if I tell you,
you're going to go home,

and I'm left in here
with the great unwashed.

Well, you'll be left in here,
whatever you do.

I know, but I like having you around.

This is fun.

You see?

How can you even talk like this?

Like what?

All this boasting,
when you've been caught. I mean...

You must lie in your cell bed at night,

wrapped up in a little ball
of embarrassment.

But don't the other inmates,
don't they laugh at you?

I mean, they must do, mustn't they?

What is this?
This is a reality check, Patrick.

Tell us, don't tell us.
That's all the power you've got.

No-one laughs at me in here.

Oh, Patrick!
Don't you dare try and mock me.

I slipped on the blood after I'd done it.

I'd banged my head, so I wasn't
exactly thinking straight.

I wrapped him up in a rug,
and I dug a hole for him

in that little patch of wasteland
just behind the repair shop.

I spent the rest of the week just
waiting for the cops to turn up.

But I didn't realise
how clueless you all are.

And you're still clueless, you.

Despite all your front.

Yeah, as soon as we get down there,
let's get the area sealed off.

We'll need a team
with ground-penetrating radar,

and I'm gonna say at least four officers.

Hey, Gordo! I'm heading that way.
I'll take that one.

I've got something for you.

You'd better behave, Harbottle.

It's good?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

I don't think that's allowed, is it?

Oh, you should know better.

You get the hell out of here. No!

No, no, no, no.
You don't get to say nothing.

I think you should go for a walk

while me and my buddy Patrick
can have a nice little chat.

You think I should...?!
Jackie? You should go.

Ta-ta. Off you go. Off you go. Off you go.

Oh, Patrick. Do you know what?

I fucking KNEW that you must have
a PO in your pocket.

But do you know what?

I didn't think it was her.

You gonna tell me?
Have you been fucking?

What do you want?

I don't know yet.

The fuck? Oh, my God.

Oh, no, no, no.

He took my diary.

How did they get in?
I don't... I don't know.

You definitely double-locked
the door, right? I don't know.

You don't know?! Sam, I...

Look.

They've done it to all the photos.

So... he's after you, too?

He took your diary?

Well, screw him.

He won't win.

We won't let him.

You did it? Well, we may have.

It wasn't "we", it was you.

Well, we're going to start
searching tomorrow, so...

I do hope that
that will give you some peace.

It doesn't get easier, the grief.

You just get more used to it.

I read about your wife in the newspaper.

I'm so sorry.

Excuse me.

Radar's picked up something.

The ground has been recently disturbed.

OK.

Just careful, yeah? Careful with him.

It's a fucking mannequin.

Shit!

Boss?

What is it? What is that?

It's Alice's necklace.

The necklace was locked
in the evidence room

in a sealed bag after the accident.

Doesn't make any sense.

You have to log in and log out
to get in there.

I've got a list of every visitor
over the past two weeks.

Honestly, every one of them has
a legitimate reason for being there.

I'm setting up an official
investigation into this, Huw.

The idea that one of our own...

And how the hell did he get someone

to bury that bloody mannequin
in the first place?!

What's happened to him?

He's been stripped of all his privileges.

Is that it?

So...

Do we also now assume

that he doesn't know anything
about Jonathan Gower's body? Maybe.

Or that he does,
and he's just stringing it out,

milking it for all it's worth.

Huw, there's something else
I have to ask you.

Do you think Patrick
was behind the hit-and-run?

Did he kill Alice?

Well, as Jenny says, I mean,
he couldn't have, could he, Sir?

I need you to be honest with me

if you're going
to continue working with us.

Well, you see,
this is the way he tries to hurt me.

You know, he steals a necklace

and makes me think
that he can just do anything.

Drive a car, kill my wife.

And yet, all the time, he's...
he's still inside, he's locked up.

Then he'll give a widow, give her hope,

all the time knowing that
he's gonna break her, just for fun.

His sole purpose in life
is to find people to hurt.

Well, you know...

I'm OK, Sir. He's, er...

He won't get to me.

Let him play his games.

Hello.

'Sometimes, when I lie
in bed, I imagine Dad dying.

'He goes off one night after the stalker,

'and he never makes it home.'

I love Dad.

But I keep imagining.

Well, now, Margot.
Aren't you an interesting one?

You're a dirty little perv.

'Don't be like that.
We all have our secrets.

'I just happen to know yours now.'

No. No, you know nothing about me.

I know there's a darkness there,
and you're scared of it.

'That's bullshit.'

'Now, most people shut it down.
They're so eager to be dull.'

But you, you could be special.

You fancy yourself a bit
of a cult leader, do you, Patrick?

'Well, doing what you want
without guilt, without fear

'is the best thing in the world, Margot.

'That's why your dreams are so dark.'

I see you, Margot.

'I'm watching you right now.'

Hey, Patrick.

Why don't you go and fuck yourself?

'That's it.'

Just keep stoking the anger.

Just fuck off. Fuck off, fuck off!

Hello, buddy.

I've been thinking, Patrick.

I think it's time we had our little chat.

Nice little chat.

Hello, Jackie.

Y-Y-You two owe me.

That story you told me about the guy

who had all that spice confiscated...

Yeah, yeah. What about it?

Well, it turns out
they now know who the grass is.

OK.

It's you, Ian.

No, no, it bloody isn't. Yeah.

It is. It is.

See, they were talking about it,

and I helped nudge them
to the right conclusion.

Yeah, but no-one'll believe that.

No, no, no, mate, they believe it.
I'll just tell them about you two.

It's too late, Ian. No-one will listen.

No, but-but-but you don't understand.

These-These-These lot are vicious,
and they'll fucking kill me.

You can't just say shit like that.
You can't do that!

Look. Look, look, look. I'm begging you.

Please, please?

See what you've become?

Please. I'll do anything.

I'll do, I'll do... I'll do anything you want.

There's a knife in your cell,
underneath your bed. Yeah.

I-I can't, I can't, I can't fight.

Ian, it's not to fight with.
Ian, you fucking rat!

Oh! Listen to 'em.
They're coming for you.

Hey, boss. Are you near your computer?

It's just I wanna send you some pictures.

'So, what have you got?'

'It's about Alice's case.'

Yeah. All right, just, er, send them over.

'So, we've used
dashcam footage to collate images

'of anyone who was in the area
at the time of the incident.

'Won't help us with the driver,
but if it was planned,

'there's a tiny chance
that maybe someone who knew them,

'an associate, maybe...'

All right, all right, all right. Just, er...

'Er, are you looking?'

Yeah. I mean,
it's all a bit random, isn't it?

'Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry.
Worth a shot, though.'

'You always said that. You know,
keep going, don't discount anything.

'You never know what you'll...
what you'll uncover.'

Did I?

'All right, well...
Look, I'm sorry to bother you.'

Er, no, no. No, no bother.

'Well, just... you know, take a look
and give me a call back.'

Been a while, Huw.

Sorry about Alice. Are you?

What were you doing
following my wife? Whoa, whoa.

Were you stalking her? What?

Why were you the last person
to see her alive?

What... What did you do to her?
I didn't do anything.

I was there because she called me
and asked for me.

Because of what you two had concocted.

What are you talking about?

She told me you knew. Shit.

What? What is it? You know what?

Let's just forget this.
No, no, no, you're gonna tell me.

I know the kind of work you do now.

I know what you've fallen into
since you left the force.

Yeah? Well, I'm not proud.

I'm not like you.

But then not many coppers are.

Alice knew what you did.
She'd never have got involved.

She met me with the money, Huw.

She was gonna pay you to kill Patrick?

Half up front, half when it's done.

Oh, Alice.

You see, this is what he does to us.

This is what he does!
Yeah, she said the same.

I can still arrange it, if you want.

Why so silent, Patrick?

'What, are-are you scared?

'Do you know what else I dream about?'

I dream about hurting you.

Making you cry, making you beg.

I'm not scared.

I'm calling YOU, you bastard!
I'm calling you!

'Fuck!'

Fuck!

'Hey, it's Margot.

'You know what to do.'

Hi. Er, hi, Margot. Er...

Can you just, give me a call?

I really need to talk to you.
Just give me a call, please.

Margot.

Sam.

Where have you been?
I was... I was late with work.

So why did you come home
two hours ago and then go off?

Where is it? What?

The knife, Margot.
The bloody great kitchen knife.

This is insane. You think stabbing
someone's gonna fix anything?

It might. He's in prison.
You can't get to him.

So I'm just meant to wait for him
to get to me?

Look, I'm freaking out, too, but we
agreed that we'd face it together.

We wouldn't let him into our lives.
That's what we said, wasn't it?

Oh, and your dad calls, like,
a thousand times. Yeah, I know.

What does he want?
He's struggling. I'll go round.

He leans on you too much.

Yeah, well, with Mum gone,
don't you think...?

You can say no to him.
Have your own life.

Stop letting all these men
screw around with you.

God, sometimes,
I feel like I'm the only person

who actually cares about you,
including you!

Jackie.

Sorry, I... I don't mean to intrude,
and I won't be long.

I don't wanna get into any trouble,
you know?

You said I should let you know
if I heard anything.

Yeah, yeah. Well, please.

Well, he's...

He's just really bragging at the moment.

Something about a stolen necklace.

Did he say where he got it from? Yeah.

He said he's got a friendly cop
on the inside, a detective.

I'm sorry, I haven't got a name for her.

Sorry, "her"?

He said she worked on the case.

Apparently, that's why
you didn't catch him for so long,

cos she kept losing evidence and stuff.

And if I hear anything else,
I'll be right back.

I just thought you should know, though.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

Are you sure you want to see him again?

He's just gonna come up with more crap.

God, imagine if we just went in there

and just, like, beat the shit out of him.

I mean, I know I'd... lose my job.
God, it'd be worth it.

Are you all right?
Let's just get in there, shall we?

Who pissed in your cornflakes?

It's your fault. How's that?

You tried to mock me.

You don't know
where the body is, do you?

My wife's necklace? No.

How did you get hold
of my wife's necklace?

No, I'm not a toy.

You can't just put me back
in the box when it suits you.

I don't think
you've ever met Jonathan Gower.

Say you're sorry, I'll tell you where he is.

No-one's apologising. Say it, Huw.

No, this is our last visit here.
You didn't kill him.

No, I did. No. No.

Everything I said before
about the blood, that was true.

I just had to get him
as far away as I could.

So I drove him out to the coast.

I took a turn inland for a few miles.

And I buried him in a wood.

Whereabouts?

It was dark.

I was new to this and a bit stressed.

Are you saying you don't know?
I'm saying it's hard to remember.

But if you took me there...

Are you kidding?

I would only need a few hours. No.

We'll find him, Huw.

Do you want justice for his poor wife,

or is this all about you?

Us?

OK.

OK.

Yeah, OK.

Huw...

What are you doing?

Just talk to the chief super,
see what he says.

It's gonna be a big operation. No!

No, you don't get to make these calls.

He's lying. Don't even know that.

Of course we do.

Just talk to the chief super,
and just put your ego to one side.

What is going on with you?

So, there's no way Harbottle
is telling the truth,

but Huw Miller thinks otherwise.

That's ex-Detective Inspector Miller -

decorated officer, local hero.

Why don't you trust his judgement?
Look, I do. It's j...

Look, Sir, I'm not even sure

that this story
about the teddy bear is real.

I haven't found any evidence that
proves that Harbottle even met him.

But what we do know

is that Patrick has got someone
working with him on the outside.

Right. And?

What if someone
broke into Natalie's home,

discovered the teddy bears
and told Patrick about them?

Cos then he could concoct a story

that made it look as though
he knew Gower, when all along...

The story was actually nonsense.

What does Huw think about this?

He doesn't, as far as I know.

Maybe he considered it and dismissed it.

That man knows Patrick Harbottle
inside out.

So, you... you went ahead,
and you saw him again?

Well, I had to. Even when I told you...?

Just listen, Margot. There's
a reason that I've been calling you.

You know that I've been
going crazy with this.

I'm not sleeping.
I'm being a total bitch to Sam.

Well, I mean, I would have done the
same thing, but... So do what I ask.

No. Ignore him!

Margot, I'm gonna get rid of him.
Oh, OK, how?

Margot, listen to me, please!

Listen to me.

I've been playing along...

because it means I can get him
out of prison for a few hours.

Then we're gonna go down to the coast,

off to a place where no-one can find us.

And when I get there, I'm gonna find
a way to lose the others.

So there's just the two of us.

And I'm going to kill him.

I'm gonna kill him, Margot.

You? Me.

He's never gonna hurt you again.

You...

Do it.