All language subtitles for The Blue Rose - 01x01 - There Is a Light That Never Goes Out.FiHTV.English.orig

She's such a skank! I cannot
believe he went for her.

He'll be sorry in the morning.
Imagine waking up to that.

Oh, you're such a good mate.

Hey! Stop!

Leave us alone.

Help me. Please heip me.

We haven't got any money.

She's in the water.

Who's in the water?

The nice lady. She's in the
water. I can't get her out.

He's nuts. Let's go.

Please.

Stacey, let's go.

Oh my God. Oh, freakin' hell.

We need to call the
ambulance, the cops.

Is she dead?

I don't know. How long
has she been there?

Hey!

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Oh.

Come on. It's sad, but it's
obvious, Sally. This girl was at
the Viaduct. She was pissed.

That is such a diche.

It says she was walking unsteadily.

Oh, and we've never seen
you do that, Rocky!

Not since the last staff party,
but I'm still here, aren't I?

Oh, and we're all
really grateful!

I'm out.

Oh, j...

Thank you.

No worries.

Can I help you?

I'm Jane, the temp legal PA.
There was no one at reception.

Yeah, things are a bit
weird at the moment.

Why are there cops here?

Pursuing enquiries.

- I'm Charlie, lawyer.
- Hi, Jane... again.

Are you the temp?

I'm meant to be working
for Simon Frost.

Well, you better get on with it,
then. File room and photocopying...

and that's Simon's office,
but he's not in yet.

Over here if you need me.

Huh. And this is you.

I'm not exactly sure what
Rose has outstanding.

Did she leave a list?

Before she went on holiday?

Rose isn't on holiday. Why the hell
would you think Rose was on holiday?

I don't know.

God, these agencies are
useless. Rose is dead.

She drowned, actually, and we're
all very very upset about it.

I'm so sorry.

If you need anything, you'll find
my DDI. It's Krystale... with a K.

Don't take it personally.
She's a bitch to everyone.

What happened to Rose?

They think she fell
off the wharf maybe.

That's why the cops are here?

Yeah.

Do you know her login?

Morrissey. It's M, O, double R...

Morrissey from The Smiths?

Rose was a fan... even liked the
solo albums. Yeah. She was kind like that.

Hello.

Excuse me. You can't
go through there.

Shit.

Are you all right?

I'm here to get Rose's things.

O... OK.

What do you think you're doing?

Getting Rose's stuff.

Who the hell are you?

Linda.

You can't just barge in here.

Piss off, you stupid cow.

Call security, I'm afraid I'm going
to have to ask you to stop right now.

You're gonna make me?

As a mater of fact, yes.

It's O... It's OK.

What is going on here?

What's it to you?

I work here. Simon Frost.

I am not talking to you, shithead.
Now after what you said about her...
in the radio, in the paper.

I haven't said anything.

You're a lawyer, so I don't
trust a single word you say.

She's taking Rose's property.

Rose is the subject of a police
investigation. We cannot release
her effects till that's concluded,

- then they'll go to her next of kin.
- Her husband.

You will not give a thing
to that low-life prick.

And it's time you left.

He's gonna make me?

Look, we are all really sorry
about Rose. I will box up her things and
make sure no one touches them.

Thank you.

Promise me you won't bin it
or give it to Grant, her ex?

Of course not.

And you are?

Jane. Jane Marsh.

She's a temp.

I'm quite reliable.

As long as you do it.

I will do it right now.

OK.

Wow. Feisty.

Mental.

Well done, Jane.

Fun times.

Uh, just...

put it over there.

I need some deal memos by the
end of day... Offshore Gold.

Derek Peterson's new company?

You know about that?

It was in the paper.

Oil exploration does
get people going.

It can.

You're not some fanatical greenie?

No, though I do try to recycle.

If you'd pull the memos off the
server, put in these changes.

- Sure.
- They should be in good shape.
Rose is very accurate.

I mean... she was.
I need eight copies.

I'll get on to it.

Have you had lunch?

I was about to go and get something.

Well, you can't. Simon's out for
a few hours until 3. We all are.

Rose's funeral. So it will just be
you here and someone on reception.

Fine.

Well, you are just a temp.
You didn't actually know her.

There's ginger nuts in the tea room.
There might be a banana.

Thanks.

Don't get up to any mischief.

I won't.

Simon Frost's office.

It's me, Linda. The mad bitch
who came in before. I'm Rose's best friend.

Right.

You did what you said with the
stuff. Frost didn't get to you.

Why would he?

Bacause he's a prick. And they're
making out like Rose is some kind of
piss-head, which she wasn't.

Why would they do that?

Because they're pricks. I just don't want
my god-daughter hearing that
kind of shit about her mum.

Fair enough.

I gotta go.

Hey, Margie.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- Jesus. Back off, Linda.

Hey, honey.

Hi, Dad.

We should go in.

It is very hard to come to terms
with loss like this, a sudden loss,

and Rose's loss will be felt
greatly by all who knew her,

her friends and her family.

Her mother, Margie,

has told me about Rose's warmth,

her intelligence,

her generosity, her kindness...

a woman with so many friends.

Who gave so much to so many.

What are you doing?

- What the heck are you doing here?
- I'm the temp.

What temp?

The temp for Rose.

And you are?

I'm from IT... and as
a matter of company security,

I need to uplift all flash drives, memory
sticks that were in Rose's possession.

- There was nothing like that.
- How do you know?

I packed up her stuff myself.
It was bithday cards, tampons...

Are you trying to be funny?

I'm just saying.

Well, if you do find anything which
contains privileged company information,

you must deliver it
to me with urgency.

I will.

Remember, if you
find anything which...

I haven't forgotten what
you said two seconds ago.

Good.

Shit.

Aren't you gonna write anything?

I should be going.

Profits to make.

What's going on?

I am having a discussion
with my mother-in-law.

Ex-mother-in-law.

Nina is still my daughter.

Shame you forgot about that
when you were off doing P.

I am clean now, and I have
rights. She's my daughter.

Not what you said 10 years ago.

You bitch.

What? It's true, isn't it?

And you are a bitch who's done
nothing but get between me and Rose.

Oh my God. She is mental.

It's OK. It's O... We're fine, thanks.

Screw you, Linda.

Screw you.

Come on. Oh, some on.

Oh, thank God.

Hey. How's it going?

Fine.

How was the funeral?

Think we need a fair
few drinks later.

- Good to go?
- Eight copies.

We're in the conference room,
and I need you to take notes.

- Need a hand?
- We're fine.

- What about the short black?
- Christ.

Petereson has to have a short black
with water. The water must be filtered.

Right.

Sorry. He insisted.

Simon.

Grant.

- Rose's will... I guess you'll have it?
- It's not a great time.

You're telling me.

There is probate, and we'll
notify you if it concerns you.

Don't bugger me around here.
I still want to see it.

Get Jane on to it.

I want it by tomorrow, lunchtime.

Do we have your address?

You should.

Well, I'm new, so...

Simon Frost's office.

Yes, absolutely.

We'll see you soon.

Peterson. He's on his way up.

We need a clear penalty
for non-compliance.

We have covered that...
I think in 34c.

Well, cover it better.

OK.

I need another coffee. A real one.
Double strength.

Jesus. Snails move faster.

Is that everything?

For now.

Who's this?

Jane is my temporary assistant,
given the circumstances.

Right.

One more thing about the
incident the other night...

I thought we were meant to be
taking a combined PR approach.

What about it?

I thought the position was
to do nothing and say nothing.

You think I want to be
in the sodding papers?

Someone got on to them.

Well, it wasn't me. I don't
need any heat right now,

and certainly I don't need some
dead woman causing me grief.

I'm sorry for your loss.

If you could note that. Forward it.

Sure.

But don't put in the
thing about Rose.

It was in the meeting.

Did you not get that it was
sensitive? How hard is it, really?

It's not.

Rose's will.

What about it?

You said you'd send a copy.

I don't know. It'll be on the server
or in the bloody file room.

Sorry.

Not in the best space at the moment.
Peterson can be an arse.

So, who did talk to the paper?

Well, if it wasn't Peterson's PR, it must
have been someone here. Is this important?

It's not.

Well... thank you for stepping
in at a difficult time.

No problem.

When you've found the will,
you can finish up for the day.

Thanks.

Yo, Jane.

O... Oh. Hi.

What's going on?

I'm just going home.

Come for a drink.

Here's your plonk.

Thank you. Can I give
you some money?

Don't be a dumb-arse.

How was the funeral?

Terrible. Not helped by
that arsehole showing up.

Simon?

Grant. He gives Rose the
run around, hardly sees Nina,
and now he wants her back.

He came into the office
this afternoon.

Grant did?

He was looking for Rose's will.

Jesus, that prick.

Were they divorced?

Separated, but she bought that house before
she met him, and all his money went on P,

and that's why she kicked
him out in the end.

She might have changed her will.

Well, did she?

Oh, I didn't read it.

Why not?

Oh, it's confidential.

Shit, you sound like her.

Rose wouldn't talk about her work,
not that it mattered. Lawyer shit
bores me witless.

Did Rose have much to
do with Derek Peterson?

Who?

He was the guy behind Lancaster
Finance. Simon is his lawyer.

Lancaster went bust and a lot
of people lost their money.

They're lawyers. Of course
they work for scumbags.

Yeah.

She was in touch with me
the night she died.

Rose was?

She was at this client do. Sent me a text...
'I need to get out of here.'
I thought she was joking.

You think she wasn't?

Rose liked a laugh, but she never
did dumb shit or got trolleyed.

Accidents happen.

Rose was real careful,
and Nina had netball early on Saturday.
She would never miss that.

You think it wasn't an accident.

I don't believe it.

You do know what you're saying.

Yeah.

Who would do something like that?

You work there.
I thought you might know.

For one day.

You think that it was
someone from Mosley's?

I don't know.

I did find something. It was hidden,
and some IT guy from Mosley's
was looking fot it, and it's locked.

Got a computer?

Is that you?

Yes.

I had such an awesome day.

Hi.

This is Linda. This
is my boyfriend, Ben.

Hi.

You live here?

It's cheap, and we're saving
so Ben can make his short film.

Why can't he save for it?

Ben is really talented.

I managed to get a really good
lead on a free camera today.

That's great.

We need this.

If that's all right...
something we need to look up.

Anything I can do?

Get us something to eat.

Any special requests?

Food.

I do a spectacular
blue cheese on toast.

There's only budget cheedar.

Rat traps it is, then.

OK, so the password has to be
something that was important to Rose,

and it could be words or numbers.

Right.

So which would she do?
Words or numbers?

Words. Try 'Nina'.

Shit.

The World Won't Listen.

Too long.

Mm... 'Mr Raffles'...
her dog when she was a kid.

What's wrong with Mr Raffles?

I'm not sure if it's one
that gives you limited tries.
It could delete everything.

Really?

'Johnny Marr'... the only one
in The Smiths with any talent,

She liked Morrissey.

What, the solo albums? Was she deaf?

Look, shithead, this is my friend
we're talking about... my friend who's dead.

Wow. Really?

I'll tell you about it later.

For sure. And I'm sorry
about your friend.

We should try...

2, 2, 5, 1, 9, 5, 9.

Why?

Oh my God, what was that?

Morrissey's birthday.

What have we got?

Mostly documents.

Some photos.

That was our trip to Noosa.

What is it?

It's about payments
to do with Lancaster.

The one that went bust?

Yeah. That one.

Anything?

There are a whole lot of invoices.
There's a template for
a confidentiality agreement,

and all the letters
are about disbursements.

So...

Davy Hulme was paying people
who lost money in Lancaster.

And that's a big deal how?

Some of the small investors in Lancaster
were trying to take a case,
but they dropped it.

'Davy Hulme agrees to pay
in full and final settlement

'as long as there is no further
legal action against Lancaster.'

The investor has to sign and
return the confidentiality agreement
in the prepaid envelope provided.

They go back to Mosley's?

Doesn't say.

Well, you can check it out tomorrow...
and get me a copy of the will.

I have to send that to Grant.

You can still get a copy to me.

I could get fired for that.

You're a temp. What does it matter?

I need the money.

For your boyfriend's film?

Food and bills.

And my friend being dead,
that's not important?

I'll see what I can do.

OK. I'll be in touch.

Right.

Night.

So, you were sitting in
a dead woman's chair.

Yes.

That's unreal... and kind off cool.
What's she got to do with Lancaster
and paying people off?

I don't know, but she had the
flash drive. She was Simon's PA.

Who's a lawyer with a dead PA, so
he'll probably tum out to be Satan.

If the letters are right, then it proves
that Adam Revill was right
about Peterson having money.

Revill?

The business jounalist.

Oh, yeah.

Do you really think there's gonna
be some big pot of cash at Mosley's?

Well, I've got this chance, and...

when I think
about Mum and Dad...

I know. It's shitty.

Oh, I wish I was rich.

Stick with me, baby. Short
film's just the beginning.

Oh.

You know, you could be sleeping
with the next Peter Jackson.

Oh... I'm not
so sure about that image.

Me, Pete. You, Fran.

We'll be hitting the
big time in no time.

Does Linda do any acting?

Why?

Well, it's just she has this kind
of Kill Bill, Uma Thurman thing going on.
She'd be great as Jade.

Though she's nowhere
near as hot as you.

Good save.

Uh... it's Mum.

Of course it is. Does she
have some kind of sex radar?

Hi, Mum. How are you?

I'm good, but you didn't have
to send us petrol vouchers.

I just thought it might make it
easier getting to the hospital.

Well, they say Dad can
come home tomorrow.

Wow. Oh, that's great.

How are you, my love?

Great. Just got a new job.

Good on you, and you
mustn't worry about us.

We're fine.

Yeah.

Morning.

Hi.

My hard drive's gone.

You'll need to talk
to IT about that.

Thanks.

I could show you the
magical kingdom of IT...
especially if you've got any Panadol.

I didn't mean to get hammered,
but the whole funeral thing...
I'm not good with death.

What was the client function for?

Eh?

Rose was at a client
function, apparently.

Oh, we were all there. Meant to
butter people up... not that
they really wanted to talk to me.

Was Peterson there?

Sure.

Did he have much to do with Rose?

Don't know, but it was hard to tell.
I got totally sugared...
only was to get through those things.

And what's it to you, Sherlock?

Just curious, I guess.

Mm. And here we are.

Sorry to interrupt you
from your internet porn.

Not funny... again.

Did you take my computer...
Rose's computer?

Our clients' information is
sensitive and must be protected.

But isn't your client information
all on the server?

When an employee is deceased, it's
company policy to replace their hard drive.

So you can uplift the porn?

For the last time, I do not do porn.

Is that Rose's computer?

No. It's over there.

If you kindly return to your station,
you'll find my assistant,
Logan, replacing your hard drive.

Well, we'll leave you to your porn.

You're lucky if you get a new hard drive.
I'm still working on something from 1862.

Is it really company policy
to take people's computers?

Don't know. People don't
usually die on the job.

Where have you been?

Trying to find my computer.

It's there. There's a partner's meeting
at 10. Here are the briefing papers,

and Grant Finch called about
Rose's will. I can do it.

Oh, I can manage.

I really can do this.

Hey, Krystle, Helen
was looking for you.

Really?

Not the happiest unit, so...

Excellent.

Did you make that up?

It's just such fun to see her run in
those heels. Go, Krystle. Fetch, Krystle.

Don't understand why
she's checking up on me.

It's quite simple... Krystle's
on a quest for ultimate career advancement.

Office manager?

She's on a hubby hunt. She can't
sleep with Helen, and she'd
really like to sleep with Simon.

But he's married.

And that stops people?

Simon's marriage is famously rocky,
but Krystle couldn't get a look-in...
not with Rose around.

Rose was on with Simon?

She never made my work her priority.
Oh, can you proof these? Pretty please?

Sure. In a minute.

You are nice, lady.

I'd like to put this on a courier.

One hour?

Thanks.

Cool.

Thanks.

Special delivery.

Go, you good thing.

Simon Frost's office.

I need to talk to you.

I can't talk here.

You get a lunch break, don't you?

This will is bullshit.
You need to get rid of it.

How did you get this?

It's my courier company.

You own it?

No, but we're shit-hot and
Rose made sure they used us.

That doesn't make it right.

And you think it's right that Grant
is gonna get Rose's house and Nina

after being a total arse
smoking a P pipe...?

No, no, but... it's the law.

It's bullshit.

This will was made years ago.

What if he did it?

Grant killed Rose?

To get her house. To get Nina.

Do have any evidence of that?

No.

Still got to get rid of it.

I can't. It's on file.
It's in the system.

You're such a wimp.

You're asking me to do
something that's impossible.

Hide it. Say it's not there.

The letters... there is
definitely a connection.

All the people were all litigants in the
Lancaster case. These people were paid off.

Eh?

Maybe Peterson set up some
bogus company... Davy Hulme Investments...
to stop the court case.

Why are you so interested
in this shit?

Bacause Peterson is a bastard
who ripped off a whole lot of people,
and now he's bribing them as well.

Rose knew about it.
She had the stuff on file.

Rose wouldn't do that.

She did wark for Simon.

She wouldn't.

But what if she found out about it
and someone at Mosley's got pissed off?

There's nothing about
Davy Hulme at Mosley's.

It's gotta be somewhere.

Well, I can talk to some of these
roosters, these investor people.

You couldn't.

But if I help you with this,
you've got to help me with the will.

Files go missing
all the bloody time,

and if you do not help me with this,
then he gets the house...
and he gets Nina.

Uh...

OK.

Sweet.

Good sushi.

It's fine for you and your flash job
and your big house in Herne Bay...

What's going on?

Major doo-doo.

Did you send out Rose's will?

I did send a copy.

Well, I didn't bloody get it.

I'll make another copy, send it out.

I'm here now. I'll wait.

Can you see to it?

Sure.

Got it?

Just finishing.

Here you go.

Everything all right?

Not too shabby, actually.

If you need anything explained...

Oh, I'm getting it all. Don't worry.

Actual plain English
from a lawyer. Nice work.

Fucking hell.

Pardon my language.

It's not your fault.

How do you mean?

The will.

I should have thought about
this when they split up.

You weren't to know
she was going to die.

No.

Nice of you to take an interest.

Well, it's all about
customer satisfaction.

So, any problems with the
confidentiality thing? Anything?

Oh, they did say I wasn't
supposed to talk about this.

But I'm from Davy Hulme,
so it's... it's OK.

Do take another Afghan.

Awesome.

It was a big surprise, I can tell you,
but I was so happy to get that letter.

Oh, that's my gas bill.

Herey you go.

This number is no longer in
service. Please check the...

How's it going?

Oh, you know.

Is there any advance? The cops, etc?

How would I know?

You're in with Simon,
and I'm always the last to know.
Junior lawyer equals slave.

I haven't heard anything.

Us little guys need to stick together,
and... if you wanted a drink sometime...

I do have a boyfriend.

Ah. Still, happy to drink with you.

Sometime, sure.

All right.

Oh, hi.

What are you doing?

I'm going home.

Ha-ha, funny, temp!
I know what you've been doing.

Um...

Do you think that being
in IT is some kind of joke?

No.

Do think I'm a nerd
who lives for binary code?

- Uh...
- Do you know what
I can see from where I sit?

A wall?

I see everything on my server, what everyone
is accessing... Facebook, Trade Me, porn...

I don't do that.

Why were you looking at those files?

Did Simon ask you?

No.

Listen, temp, you do not mess
with things that are none of your business.

Temps can be gone at any time,

especially if they're found to
be making improper use of a work computer.

Looking at naked men or women...

or children...

or animals.

I wouldn't.

I can make things happen.

You getting my message?

Ow.

Yes.

You got threatened?

It was kind of creepy.

But naked animals? That doesn't
make any sense at all.

But if this dude's
threatening you...

Who was?

Hey, it's Uma.

- What?
- Joke. But nice leathers.
I had a motorbike once.

Who threatened you?

The IT guy from work.

He knew I'd been looking
for Davy Hulme.

Babe, I know you think this is
important, but do you have to stay?

- I...
- Can you give us a minute?

I live here.

Just do something useful,
like get a real job.

I beg your pardon?

Real guys do not hang around
sponging off their girlfriends.

I do have a real job, and the
arts are a major earner for NZ.

And I would love to hear
about that another time.

I... I won't be a minute, honestly.

If this IT guy is threatening you,
then we're on to something, and I have
news from Beryl, one of your investors.

You went and talked to her?

Customer satisfaction survey. She was happy
to chat. She does a very mean Afghan.

What did she say?

Quite a bit about her gas bill.

About the confidentiality agreement?

I don't know, but I have
a bloody good hunch.

Davy Hulme used our company, so I know
who paid the bill, and it wasn't Rose.

Who was it?

SJ Whitwell... and
I have a street address.

Ben? I just have
to go out for a bit.

Yeah.

This is not a car.
It's a biscuit tin.

It got us from A to B, and
I can't... afford anything else.

Are you sure this is it?

Yep.

Lawns are in good nick.

Lawns?

I like a tidy place.

But if it's a front for Peterson...

Maybe that's why they're selling it.

Hello?

Are you SJ Whitwell?

Who wants to know?

We're here about Davy Hulme Investments.
We just want to ask you a few questions.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Well, someone from here was couriering
cheques from Davy Hulme Investments

and taking confidentiality agreements,
so if it's not you, th...

Hey!

What do we do now?

Hey!

Where are ya?

Hey?

Stop!

Whoa! Shit.

- She's done a runner.
- Yeah, got that.

After her.

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