All language subtitles for Dalgliesh s01e04 The Black Tower 2.eng

[instrumental music]

[seagulls squawking]

[eerie music]

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

[Maggie]
Mr. Dalgliesh, wake up!

[knocking continues]

[panting]

Sorry, there's no phone.

You need to come.

It's Grace.

[eerie music]

Victor.

Then Father Michael.

-Now--
-Shut up, will you?

Don't you speak to me
like that--

Maggie! Go and wait
in the dining room.

[sombre music]

Who found her?

-I did.
-Did you touch anything?

I checked for a pulse.
Is that alright with you?

[Wilfred]There's no need
to complicate things.

We leave for Lourdes
the day after tomorrow.

That's not Eric's problem.

He could make things
a little easier.

I'm not here
to make things easier.

Then what am I paying you for?

There are rules. Laws.

If it's a matter of law,

shouldn't we defer
to the expert?

Do you know the cause of death?

Well, obviously, she had
a serious progressive condition.

But I don't know
why it should've happened

so suddenly.

There may be a... secondary
factor that I've missed.

Then the law says
you notify the coroner.

Arrange a post-mortem.

Well, if the law says...

I'd better go
and tell the others.

I'll, uh, make that call.

[Eric]
Inspector.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[theme music]

I'm sorry to report

that Grace
passed away last night.

Aside from the personal loss,

I know we all feel

this sad news also forces
a moment of decision on us.

I've decided it's time
to invite the Ridgewell Trust,

to take over
the running of Toynton Grange.

The decision we have
to make together now,

as a family,

is how we do this.

How much of what we have
do we want to keep hold of?

What might we have to lose?

What do you mean?

What would we lose?

There have been
difficult choices to make.

But every decision,

however painful,

has been made out of love.

And if the discipline
at times seems hard,

remember, we are a family.

And every loving family
is built on small sacrifices.

What do the Ridgewell Trust
have to do with it?

[Wilfred]
The Trust have invited me

to remain at the Grange
as Spiritual Adviser.

If I stayed

I'd be in a position to protect
what we have here.

What we've built together.

If you stay?

Does that mean
that you might not?

My role here has always been
based on my faith,

my faith, my mission.

And your faith in me.

This transition is a chance
to renew that contract.

So, there will be a vote.

This afternoon at 5:00.

With an hour's
reflection before.

Everyone in the family
will have a voice.

If the majority reaffirm
their belief in me,

then I will stay

and build on
what we've achieved.

And if they don't?

Well, that would be a sign
that I should...

continue my ministry elsewhere.

[sombre music]

And by family, of course,
I mean staff

and residents.

And what am I?

Neither.

[chuckles]

But I live here, too!

[scoffs]

[Helen]
You did the right thing.

[sighs]

All Wilfred cares about
is his bloody pilgrimage.

Forget him.
He'll be gone soon.

Yeah.

[door opens]

Uh...

Wilfred's called a vote

on whether
he should stay or not.

-What?
-But I'm excluded.

He says
I'm not staff or resident.

-Yeah, well, that's-that's true.
-I live here!

Yeah, but it's up to him really.

Well, is that all you can say?

What do you want me to say?

I'm your wife!

I want you to support me!

What do you think
he's been doing?

Oh, I know exactly
what he's been doing.

What you've both been doing.
What?

Do you think I'm blind?
You think you win

just because
he's sleeping with you?

Or do you think he is ever
gonna leave me for you?

Why wouldn't he?

Because he is
a spineless coward!

-That is enough--
-I should know.

Because that's how he ended up
marrying me!

[Eric]
Maggie!

You and that supercilious bitch!

You think you control me
with your bullying

and your sleeping pills,
but I am not a child anymore!

I am not the silly schoolgirl

you used to screw
in your office.

God! I kept quiet for you.
But I could destroy you.

In fact, I could destroy

this whole rotten place!

[screams]

[breathing heavily]

[panting]

[dramatic music]

[rain pattering]

My room's next to Grace.

Her bed's
just through the wall.

Uh, she used to keep me awake
with her snoring.

Then last night,
I realized it had stopped.

And I remember feeling grateful.

It seems she died quietly
in her sleep.

[engine starts]

Like Father Michael.

Yes, just like Father Michael.

[engine rumbling]

[birds chirping]

[exhales]

[bites nails]

[inhales sharply]

You seriously want me
to commit resources

on the basis
of a crushed flower?

If the book fell to the floor,
then someone else

had to have put it back
on the bedside table.

Well, what about the people
who found her?

They didn't touch anything.

Look, if the post-mortem
suggests anything

other than natural causes,
we'll look into it, but--

Anstey's still planning to go
to Lourdes on Wednesday.

Can't you find
some way to stop him?

Well, not without
some real evidence. No.

Then we need to get the
post-mortem results tomorrow.

-"We?"
-Do your job, Inspector.

[clears throat]
Yes, sir.

Of course, sir.

[door opens]

He's getting right on my wick.

[door closes]

[dramatic music]

Shall we begin?

I think we can
keep this very simple.

I want to ask you all, honestly.

Do you continue
to place your trust in me?

[seagulls squawking]

[waves crashing]

[mellow music]

Yes.

Of course.

Thank you.

Jennie?

Sure.

Why not?

I'm grateful.

[music continues]

I had hoped you'd come
to feel differently, Henry.

There are some things
I'll never feel

differently about.

Ursula?

Trust me...

and I promise

I will never abandon you.

Okay.

[music continues]

[inhales]

[exhales]

Eric.

It seems right that you should
have the chance

to cast the key vote.

I placed my trust in you
when others doubted.

Will you do me the same honour?

[seagulls squawking]

[waves crashing]

[music continues]

[sighs]

[sombre music]

[rattling]

[sighs]

[exhales sharply]

[whispering]
Why?

Chief Inspector!
You missed the big vote.

Go back and call the police.

What's happened?

Maggie. She's dead.

Hanged. At the Black Tower.

But she was at my place.
I left her there.

Go and make the call.
And you'd better tell Hewson.

I'm-I'm going back to the Tower.

[sombre music]

[Helen]
Eric, wait.

Eric!

[music continues]

Eric!

[footsteps approaching]

Oh.

[exhales sharply]

[Eric sobbing]

[sobbing]
Oh, my girl!

Oh, my baby!

[door opens]

[Miskin]
Maggie's bag.

She left it at Marsh's.

[Dalgliesh] Best dress.
Painted nails. Lipstick.

It's like she was going away
for the weekend.

Not planning to kill herself.

She did leave a note.

"Can't do this anymore.

You can go on without me."

Enough to suggest intent.

That's my pen.

[Miskin]
Are you sure?

It was a gift from my wife.

Maggie must've taken it.

Maybe she wanted a keepsake.

[Julius]
She just turned up at my door.

Very upset.

Raging about Eric and Helen.

You-you heard the shouting
this morning.

[Dalgliesh]
What did you do?

Told her everything
was going to be...

Sorry.

She was such a spark of light
and life here.

So...

out of place.

A little girl, really.

[Wilfred]
Any death is a tragedy.

But I can't say I'm surprised.

Maggie was always volatile.

So, how did you think
she'd react

when you blocked her
from voting?

I knew she'd be angry,

but she really had
no right to be.

[Dalgliesh]
This was her home.

Maggie had a choice.

She chose not to be part
of our project here.

Why should she expect
to have a say in its future?

Nothing to do with the fact
that she'd vote against you?

It was five-to-one in my favour.

It wouldn't have made
any difference.

You didn't know
that this morning.

Like I didn't know
she was going to go

and hang herself.

Where were you
before the vote?

I was in my room between
4:00 and 5:00. Meditating.

[Dalgliesh]
Did anyone see you?

No.

I was alone.

That's the point of meditating.

[Julius inhales deeply]

She seemed calm when I left.

I wanted to come up
to the Grange before the vote.

I-I wouldn't have left her
if I'd thought...

What time was this?

[Julius]
About quarter to four, I think.

[Dalgliesh]
Did anyone from the Grange

know she was at yours?

Everyone probably.

I told Wilfred.

Um, Dennis and Henry
when I saw them.

And I had to tell Eric.

Eric was with me.

We were together all afternoon.

From when?

From lunchtime
until the vote.

You were late for the vote.

We went for a walk.

Eric was still upset
from the scene this morning.

I thought some fresh air
might clear his head.

We lost track of time.

[Dalgliesh]
Were you near Julius' cottage?

[Helen]
No.

I don't think so. Why?

You might've been the last
to see Maggie before she died.

Like you were the last
to see Grace.

And should've been
the last to see

Father Michael.

What are you suggesting?

[Dalgliesh]
Just noting your proximity

to a number of sudden deaths.

I'm a nurse!

And how does sleeping
with Dr. Hewson

square with
your professional ethics?

[Dalgliesh]Was your wife
suffering from depression?

No.

[Dalgliesh]Was she taking
any kind of medication?

No.

What about sleeping pills?

She sometimes had trouble
switching off at night.

[Dalgliesh]
Why?

Was she worrying
about something?

My relationship with Eric
is none of your business.

I think someone
who's been hiding an affair

might have other things to hide.

What other things?

[Dalgliesh]Their connections
to the Ridgewell Trust, maybe?

What was the plan?

Drive Anstey out

then you and Hewson
run the place?

[Eric]
Maggie felt threatened by Helen.

She misinterpreted things.

So, you weren't sleeping
with her?

[stammering] The thing
with Helen wa...

It was, it was a mistake.

Julius Marsh told you
that Maggie was at his cottage.

Yeah. He came in
looking for Wilfred.

But you never left the workshop?

Not until 5:00.

For the vote.

[Dalgliesh] Did you vote
for Wilfred to stay?

Of course.

[Dalgliesh]Why?

Don't want to lose my job, do I?

You'd find another.

Maybe that position
they offered you at Meadowlands?

Meadowlands pays better.

And your mum's a resident there.

You must really like this place.

So? Not a crime, is it?

[Dalgliesh]
That depends.

[Dennis]
On what?

On how you can afford to keep
your mum in a place like that.

She gets her pension.

And we've some savings.

Still, it must be hard
to make ends meet.

I manage.

[Henry]Maggie must've felt
so lost after Victor.

They seemed to sustain
each other somehow.

How close were they?

[Henry]
Mm, thick as thieves.

Shut everyone else out.

She even went
up to town with him

when he had
a hospital appointment.

[Ursula]
I think Maggie's mistake

was just falling in love
with the wrong man.

But you never know, do you?

Not until it comes to the crunch
and they let you down.

But by then, it's too late.

[Dalgliesh]
Did she ever talk about it?

The affair seemed
common knowledge.

We never talk
about anything here.

[Henry] We all saw
what she was going through.

But...

no one ever stepped in to help.

[sombre music]

I loved her.

I did.

[sobbing]

In my own way.

[sniffles]

[sobbing]

Imagine having it off while
your wife's hanging herself.

Eric Hewson's gonna burn
in hell for sure.

Do you know anything about
a spate of poison pen letters

at the Grange?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

-I think you do.
-I just said--

I think
you wrote those letters.

You think?

I can prove it.

How?

I can do a saliva test

where you licked the flaps
on the envelopes.

There were no envelopes!

No. But how would you know that?

What now?

Are you going to arrest me?

-What would be the point?
-You don't know what it's like--

I'm not interested
in your justifications.

You hurt people
for your own amusement.

You need to apologize to them.

Face to face.

How did you know?
About Jennie?

I didn't. But she said,
"Hewson would burn in hell."

Same phrase was in both
the letters I've seen.

I thought I'd test her.

See if she let anything slip.

I'm tired, Sergeant.

I've no time
for neurotic narcissists.

See you tomorrow,
Grace's post-mortem?

Goodnight, sir.

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

[male #1]
This is ridiculous.

Grace Willison was 83 years old.

I don't appreciate
being hurried.

I expedited the PM

and now you can't even wait
for my report.

It's important.

-You think she was murdered?
-Was she?

There's no evidence of it here.

Well...

there you go.

So, what killed her?

[male #1]
Take your pick.

The advanced
disseminated sclerosis,

the heart condition,
or the undiagnosed neoplasm

in the upper stomach.

Neoplasm?

[male #1]
Tumour. Cancer.

Her doctor missed it.
Easily done

when the patient's
already as ill as she was.

Nothing else?

What more do you want?

The mystery
isn't how she died,

but how she managed to live
as long as she did.

[door opens]

Still want me to stop
their Lourdes trip?

Lock the place down?

[Daniel laughs]

So, where does that leave us?

It leaves us
with four people dead

and nowhere to go.

I don't believe
that Victor Holroyd

pushed himself off that cliff

or that Maggie Hewson
was suicidal.

I think Michael
had a second visitor

the night he died,
and that someone tidied up

around Grace after she was dead.

But it seems
there's not a... damn thing

I can do about it. Ahem.

I'm sorry.

Miskin! Let's go.

[sighs]

Thank you for your efforts,
Sergeant.

Back to London?

Tomorrow. There's something
I need to do first.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[birds chirping]

[keys jangling]

[Wilfred]As we remember
those who've gone...

remember too
that God's love...

burns in us.

And so when our flame
fades in this world...

we will shine brightly...

in the beyond!

[music continues]

[fire crackling]

[indistinct chattering on TV]

I'm going to miss Maggie.

She had a bit of life about her.

[Ursula] Do you ever think
about doing what she did?

Suicide?

Mm.

No.

I refuse to.

I was the same.

[fire crackling]

But now...

sometimes I catch myself.

Maybe it's just this place.

You won't be here forever.

Once your husband
finds the flat...

It doesn't take this long.

[Ursula]
Not if he was really looking.

I know he's not coming for me.

Things will change.

Wilfred said they're thinking
of building

a sun-lounge out on the cliff.

There you go.

A reason to go on living.

And the Trust will bring
more residents in, I suppose.

But we three
should stick together.

It'll be good
to have some new faces.

But we three are the originals.

We're the survivors.

We're family!

[indistinct chattering on TV]

[fire crackling]

[birds chirping]

[mellow music]

[Maggie]
I wanted to say goodbye.

I've had enough of this place.
I'm leaving.

For good.

You should know

it was me who set the fire
in the Black Tower.

But it was only meant
to scare Wilfred.

[sighs]

He's a bully and a fraud.

The doctor at St. Saviour's
told Victor

that he'd examined Wilfred

and found nothing wrong
with him.

It was all in his head,

but he needed people
to believe in his miracle.

I love Eric.

But he's weak

and under the spell
of Helen Rainer.

If I stay,
I think they'll destroy me.

So this is my escape.

I'll see you around.

Maggie.

[car engine revving]

[car engine turns off]

[keys jangling]

[Wilfred]
It must be here somewhere!

Grace was so organised.

She kept it in the drawer.
But it's not there.

[Wilfred]We're supposed to do
a mail out in two weeks.

How can we do that
if we've lost the names

and addresses?

Someone must know where it is.

[Helen]
Chief Inspector.

I thought we'd seen
the last of you.

Excuse me.
I have a lot to do.

[Wilfred]
Come to finally say goodbye?

I actually wanted
a word with you.

On what?

Your illness.
The doctors at St. Saviour's

couldn't find
anything wrong with you.

I could barely walk.

They decided
it was psychological.

They don't know
what they're talking about.

So, any cure
that happened was...

what, a delusion?

Or just a lie?

Miracles are a
matter of faith...

not medicine.

You can believe it or not.

What would happen
if the truth came out?

Do you think the Ridgewell Trust

would want you
as their Spiritual Adviser?

-Are you threatening me?
-No.

But maybe someone else did.

What are you talking about?

Victor found out at his last
hospital appointment.

He told Maggie.

Must've been
why he was so excited.

Because he had something
to use against you.

Use against me?

You mean blackmail?

Hmm-mm, it never happened.

And even if it did,

shouldn't you be
accusing Victor?

But he's dead.

You think I killed Victor?

Or persuaded Dennis
to do it for you.

That's ridiculous!

[Dalgliesh] If you did it,
there'll be evidence.

And I will find it.
I promise.

If you had any evidence,
you'd be arresting me.

What you have is gossip!

You got all this
from Maggie, didn't you?

Is that your source?
A spiteful girl with a grudge?

Who was so unstable
she finally took her own life!

If it was suicide.

[laughs]

What?

You think I murdered her, too?

What about Michael and Grace?
You were suspicious of them.

Uh, you think
they were blackmailing me?

I mean, Grace?

Seriously?

[breathes deeply]

Why would anyone kill Grace?

I pity you, Chief Inspector.

You see evil
where there is none.

That's a cold world to live in.

Maybe you need your own miracle.

I'll pray for you
when we get to Lourdes.

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[telephone ringing in distance]

[Daniel]
Miskin!

Sir?

Message here for you...

from the Foreign Office.

This got something
to do with Dalgliesh?

Yes, sir.

[Daniel] Tell them we're done
with him wasting our time.

Then get on with some real work.

[sighs]

[engine starts]

[mellow music]

-Yes.
-PS Miskin?

Thank you so much
for getting back to me.

[man on phone]
Sorry it took so long.

So were you able to find
anything interesting?

[indistinct phone chatter]

A-a known associate
of who exactly?

[indistinct phone chatter]

And what are they involved in?

[indistinct phone chatter]

[dramatic music]

[phone ringing]

[line ringing]

Come on.

[phone rings]

[male #2]Hello?

-Hello?
-Who's this?

This is PS Miskin.
I'm trying to get ahold

of DCI Dalgliesh.
Is he there?

[male #2] I'm afraid not.
The place is empty.

They've all left for Lourdes.
It's only me here to lock up.

[Miskin]Who's speaking please?

Julius Marsh.

[Julius]Any message?
I can pass it on if I see him.

Uh, no. No message.

Just tell him I called.

[Julius]I will. Bye.

[line disconnects]

[Daniel] Miskin?

Miskin!

[music continues]

[car engine starts]

[Julius]Chief Inspector.

I saw the car
and wondered where you'd got to.

I heard a phone ringing.

I expect they'll ring back
if it's important.

-What are you doing here?
-Locking up.

I keep an eye on the place
while they're away.

You?

Saying my farewells, I suppose.

And trying to make sense
of some things.

[Julius]Such as?

Why would anyone kill Grace?

The only thing she knew about
was the newsletter

and the mailing list,

which she knew by heart.

[Julius]Does that matter?

I suppose it depends
who's on the list.

[mellow music]

[Dalgliesh]Who does
all the packing?

[Julius]Mostly Dennis,
I think.

And they mail out twice a year.

A week after
the Lourdes trips.

Both times.

Why not space them out?

Wilfred isn't great
at logistics.

The Lourdes trips
and the mail outs.

Two things he wants to protect.

They're part of his legacy,
I suppose.

[Dalgliesh]
And without him here

the Trust would probably
discontinue both.

[Julius]Probably.

[Dalgliesh]So if Victor
was killed

maybe it wasn't about
protecting Wilfred.

Maybe it was about
protecting this.

Holy water
and mail order face cream?

That sounds ridiculous.

[Dalgliesh]Which makes it
the perfect front.

[Julius]For what?

Sailors, gangsters
and drug dealers.

Pardon?

[Dalgliesh]Marseilles.

Major centre for drug smuggling.

As you know.

What has Marseille
got do with--

What better way
to smuggle drugs out of France

than in a bus load
of disabled pilgrims.

What?

Probably inside the wheelchairs.

Dennis takes
such good care of them.

And then post supplies
out to customers

in pots of face cream.

You think Dennis
is smuggling drugs?

Not on his own.

Who else?

Someone with contacts
in Marseille.

Someone with money but no job.

Someone who'd buy a new bus

just to make sure
the trips could continue.

[dramatic music]

I'm so sorry.

No. Don't.

Put the phone down.

I hoped
it wouldn't come to this.

When I saw your car
headed up the drive

I hoped you were
just going to say goodbye.

Here we are.

It was a clever scheme.

Wasn't it?

Worked like clockwork...

until that doctor told Victor
that Wilfred was a fake.

-How did you find out?
-Maggie told me.

I worried if it came out
that Wilfred might just sell up.

Or hand over to the Trust
and leave.

-No more Lourdes trips.
-Exactly.

-So you killed Victor.
-No.

Dennis.

Victor started yelling

about exposing
the Grange's dirty secret.

Dennis thought he meant
our little import operation.

He panicked
and pushed him over.

But not Maggie?

I convinced her if it came out,
that Eric would be out of a job.

God, she was stupidly loyal
to that clown.

Until she snapped
about the vote.

And came straight to you.

She turned up all fired up.

Planned to drop
her big bombshell

as people gathered to vote

and then flounce out
and head back to London.

That's what she was dressed for.

[Julius]I got her drunk.

Persuaded her to write a note

walk up to the Tower with me.

And I took a rope.

It broke my heart.

You saw that.

But what else could I do?

[car engine revving]

Shit.

[horn honking]

Keys. Slowly.

[keys jingle]

What about Michael?

How could he have been
a threat to you?

Dennis felt guilty about Victor.

Started asking
Father Michael about confession.

Michael began
to suspect something.

He argued with Dennis.
Told him to go to the police.

I couldn't take the risk.

I went to see him
when he got back from hospital.

Told him I wanted
to make a confession.

He couldn't refuse, could he?
Unlock it.

[keys jingling]

[unlocks door]

Smothered him
with a sheet of plastic.

It was quick.
And no traces.

Same as Grace.
Get in.

We're going for a drive.

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

[sighing]

[music continues]

[Dalgliesh]Was it really
necessary to kill Grace?

That one is entirely on you,
Chief Inspector.

Me? How?

[Dalgliesh]
You just wouldn't go away.

So I had to get rid of the list.

That meant getting rid
of Grace, too.

If you hadn't been so stubborn,
she'd still be alive.

[music continues]

[brakes squeal]

[engine revving]

[siren blaring]

[music continues]

[Julius] Right.
That's far enough.

A body off the cliff up here
might not wash up for days.

Weeks even.

Buys me enough time
to open a few bank accounts

and disappear.

I'm going to give you a chance.

I'll let you jump.

Who's going to believe that?

Come on.

Nobody would be surprised
if they found you on the rocks.

Your wife and baby died!

You stink of grief!

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

[both grunting]

Aah!

[grunts]

[both panting]

[Dalgliesh grunts]

[seagulls squawking]

[breathing heavily]

[panting]

[Miskin]Marsh! Stop!

It's over.

[dramatic music]

But it's not, is it?

There'll be questions.
Trials. Prison.

[Miskin]Move away
from the edge!

That's not the ending I choose,
Chief Inspector.

Julius, no.

[Miskin]Marsh! Stop!

Now, it's over.

[Miskin panting]

I've got you.

[mellow music]

[indistinct chatter]

[theme music]

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