All language subtitles for Hope Street S01E06 1080P x264 RB58

SIRENS WAIL

All right, cub.

Right, ye both.

Ooh, go large last night, did you?

At the wedding?

Where's Finn?

He's inside with the fire guys.

Morning, all.
Morning.Sir.

An accelerant was used to
deliberately start the fire.

Looks like we've got
an arson attack.

The victim is Ginette Prince, 83.

The Honourable Ginette Prince?

Yeah, retired judge.

Been living in the Coach House
for six months

since her husband passed away.

That's her son, Julian,
and his wife, Kelly.

See what they got to say? Yeah.

Can you tell us what happened
here this morning?

I was on my way to golf
with Dot Harper.

Dot phoned to cancel.

So I got back in the door
and thought I smelt something.

I went up the stairs.

Smoke was billowing everywhere.

I must've tripped,
because I only remember Kelly.

Aye, I was out in the yard,
heard a scream.

I rushed in, dragged her out.

MRS PRINCE COUGHS

Just take it easy, Mrs Prince.

This can wait.

Quick, help her!

Just...just...

My handbag, it's in the car.

Kelly'll bring it to
the hospital, Mum.

Can you go and get it?

Erm, Kelly, we just have a couple of
more questions, if you don't mind?

Did you see anyone else in the yard
at the time of the fire?

I don't know.

I think I saw a couple of fellas
going across the field towards town.

Can you tell us about
their appearances?

Er, two figures, just...

Couldn't really see nothing else.

Kelly!

Are you ready?

Sorry, I...

I got to go.

What an absolute dog's dinner.

Whereabouts were you
when it started?

Oh, to be honest, I wasn't up.

Kelly's normally out feeding
the animals.

Mum's normally playing golf.

I just wish she had been
this morning.

Don't worry,
your mum's in good hands.

I know.

And she's tough, is Ginette.

Put a good few criminals
behind bars over the years.

She was a pretty senior judge.

Death threats coming out of her ears
at one point.

Never lost a wink of sleep.

Leila will be the
investigating officer.

She's been on a major organised
crime investigation

over in England recently.

I just want them caught,
so my mum can be safe.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I checked in with the hospital

to see when we can resume
the interview with Ginette.

It's a sensitive case.

Ginette put a lot of people
away over the years.

In certain circles, the wounds
of the past have never healed.

Then we'll need to look carefully
at who her enemies are.

Squat.

TV: Then into a set of burpees.

Squat.

Burpee.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Oh, for flip's sake!

TV CLICKS OFF

Good morning, Concepta.

Yes, Siobhan?

I have something to say.

You said enough last night.

As did you.

Can I come in?

Here's fine.

I'm not saying it on the doorstep.

It concerns all of our futures.

But up to you.

Here you go.Cheers.

Hey.

So, were you expecting your
ex to turn up last night?

No. Siobhan took us all by surprise.

Weddings sure bring people together.

Ginette's still being treated
for smoke inhalation,

so can't speak to her for a while.

She sure was a busy judge.

Let me see.

Yeah, there's one or two names
I recognise.

Oh, no, here we go.

Floyd Finnegan.

I think the technical term
is "violent psychopath."

I remember.

Barry was inspector when most
of this was going down,

so might be worth picking
his brain.

OK, fine. He's staffing the
Commodore, isn't he?

Yeah, until Clint and Nicole come
back from their honeymoon, yeah.

I'll go check in with him. OK.

What a nerve.

Galloping around with
her son's PE teacher,

then waltzing in here as if the
whole debacle never happened.

Will you whisht?

Siobhan will be out in a second.

Here.

Hiya, Leila. Hi, wee love.

That'll help the head.
There's nothing wrong with my head.

I don't get hangovers.
Oh, really?

Ah, thanks, Barry.

I made out that wee list for you,

the enemies of Ginette Prince.

Oh, hello again, erm...

Leila. Oh, yes. Siobhan.

Yes, I remember.

What's going on?

What, did you not hear?

An arson attack up at Scarfield.

Erm...

Or attempted murder.

Ginette Prince is in hospital.

Oh, is she now?

Well, you reap what you sow.

An amazing woman, Ginette.

Aye. I always had time for her
and her husband.

You know them, then?

Oh, yes, they were patients of mine.

I was a partner
at the practice here.

Of course.

What about her son and his wife?

I never got a handle on Julian.

Still married, is he?

I'm out of the loop.

Julian Prince is sound enough.

I mean, he never reached
the dizzy heights of his ma.

But he's a good lad.

And so what if him and Kelly
are the odd couple?

Odd couple? Ha!

Ginette Prince lording it over
everyone, then ends up with

the gold digger daughter-in-law from
the roughest council estate around.

Well, the old girl
certainly had panache.

Ah, she liked her accessories.

Ginette was all about the handbag,
if I remember correctly.

Always flaunting her wealth,
couldn't help herself.

Well, I think we could all agree

it's bad luck being burned out
of your own house.

Suppose it is, aye.

You ready?

Aye, good to go.

Be seeing yous.
Bye, Barry.

I have nothing but respect
for Ginette Prince.

But see the ones on that list?

They'll be glad to see her
in an early grave.

But this was years ago,
though, wasn't it?

You'd think they'd do something now?

Ah, you have a point.

Most of them would be a ripe age
themselves.

So, why today?

So, I've run those names.
Quite a few of them are dead,

two of them are whooping it up
on the Costa del Crime,

so it doesn't leave us with much.

If Ginette's normally out on
the golf course every morning,

surely she can't have been
the target of the fire?

Yeah, you're right,
it doesn't make sense.

PHONE PINGS

The fire was started in a trunk
in the bedroom.

Do we know what was in the trunk?

Not yet, contents were pretty
much destroyed.

PHONE RINGS

Weird that they'd go all the way
to the bedroom to set the fire.

Unless they were burning this
trunk deliberately.

Or its contents.

Right, that was the hospital.

Ginette has responded well to
treatment. They've cleared her

for interview,
so we should head down there.

Give me a lift, then.
See you.

I saw your wife in
the Commodore earlier.

Really?

With your mum.

Oh. Right.

Which seems odd, since you told
me they were mortal enemies.

Well, they are.

I just thought Siobhan would've
gone back to Belfast by now.

Are you being completely
straight with me?

Of course I am.

I was just as shocked as you
that she turned up last night.

And you took her home.

With the kids.

And she slept in the spare room.

And it doesn't change anything.

No?

All that stuff she was saying
about "coming home"

and "getting her family
back together."

Maybe she thinks you're
taking her back?

I seriously doubt that Siobhan
thinks we're reconciling.

It's more likely she's lining up
divorce papers, to be honest.

But whatever she thinks,
it doesn't matter.

You're the one I'm interested in.

Duty calls.

I must ask, did you see anyone
this morning

on or around the property?

Didn't see a soul.

Have you had any recent threats,
Mrs Prince?

We're aware that you had security
measures in the past.

I have been retired a long time.

And no threats.

The fire was started in a trunk
in the bedroom.

Was it used for anything
in particular?

Ginette keeps all her good
handbags in it.

I have a small collection.

It's kind of her thing.

They're worth a heck
of a lot of money.

Why on earth would someone come in
wanting to destroy them?

Well, I suppose,
it could be malicious.

How would they know where
I keep them?

Oh, it's a preposterous idea.

Ginette, don't upset yourself.

The doctor said she should rest.

Of course.

Thank you.

20,000 steps on the fitness tracker.

But no sightings of any men
running away on foot.

Forensics have identified the
accelerant used to start the fire

as alkylate 4-stroke.

That's the fuel used for lawnmowers,
if I'm not mistaken?

That's right, I saw a ride-on
lawnmower up at Scarfield.

Using the owner's own fuel to start
the fire sounds opportunistic to me,

rather than some planned
revenge attack.

If the fire was started
when Ginette was out,

then a dodgy insurance claim is
definitely a line of inquiry.

By Julian and Kelly?

Kelly was quick to call time on
the interview with Ginette,

once the handbags were mentioned.

I'd like to question Julian further.

Let's get back up there.

All right.

Shall we give the door-to-door
another bash?

See if we can get you past
the 50,000 mark.

Come on.

Ah...

Ah!

Sea air, eh?

People say it clears the head,
but I don't think so.

All the oxygen bombards the system.

The brain's under enough stress
already, so it just shuts down.

Well, you're still putting one foot
in front of the other,
so don't be worrying.

That was some turn up for the books,
Siobhan pitching up.

Wha-a-at? Oh, I know.

Concepta nearly had a kitten.
Poor Finn was gob-smacked.

So?

So?

So, then what happened?

There was a lot of hugs.

With Siobhan and Finn?

Siobhan, Nicole.

Ah. Nicole and Clint.

Siobhan, Nicole, Clint...

Clint and...Finn.

And Nicole.

Clint and Finn.

Aye, you're remembering well.

Well, where were you?

Sure, I was taking Uncle Barry home.

Oh, right.

Here, I am starving.

Focuses the mind, hunger.

Tell you what we'll do.
We'll knock on a couple more doors

and if we don't come across anyone,
we'll just grab a bacon butty.

Deal. But, hey, before we go -

what did Siobhan say
to Finn, now, exactly?

She said she'd "come home."

Aye, I know that bit. I meant af...

Let's just grab a
bacon butty, Callum.

Beezer.

Oh, they're lovely.

Trixie! Aw, Trixie.

Cheerio.Very nice to see you.
All the best.

See you, bye.

I'll take this on over to
the house, shall I?

Thank you.

What is going on?

You and...that one.

Are yous best friends now, or what?

You keep your beak out of it.

See, that Kelly? Mm-hm.

She's so full of life. Mm.

And good looking.

You wonder how she ever ended up
with that auld lad, Julian.

Now, there's your classic age-old
exchange - cash for youth.

Thinking about him and his
creepy auld neck and his

minging liver-spotted hands
all over her,

it makes me want to boke.

He's not that old, Callum!

How am I ever going to meet anyone
when all these auld duffers

have bagged the decent ones and
I'm left with the bogtrotters?

You know women don't like
whingers, Callum?

You going to eat that?

Aye.

Nice?

We thought you might still be
at the hospital, Kelly.

I told you Mum was robust.

Classic battle-axe, in fact.

You know, she's the Lady Bracknell
of Port Devine.

"A handbag?"

Don't worry, I didn't have
a notion what he was on about

when we started going out.

Julian's so well read.

Kelly thought that Oscar Wilde
was a dog food brand.

Honest, that's true, so it is.

It's like My Fair Lady round here.

What do you call the book again?

Pygmalion.

That's not even Wilde.

Another Irish playwright, though.

Bernard Shaw.

Did anyone else know where
the handbags were kept?

Workers on the estate, perhaps?

Er, no, only family.

Since we've sold off some
of the land, we, erm,

we do most of the work
now ourselves.

They're all insured.

I have the details here somewhere.

We'll...we'll be making a claim.

The Fire Service have confirmed
the blaze was started

with an accelerant.

Do you hold lawnmower fuel here?

We do, yes.

Could you show me where
the fuel supplies are kept?

Yes, of course.

You know where they are, don't you?

You know what, it's not me.

It's this hick town.

If I was back in the Big Smoke,
I'd be out with a different girl

every night. Thought you were
saving yourself for Leila?

Weren't you going to
ask her out last night?

Last night...

Yeah.

It was...it was a bit
of a complex one, that.

Yeah?

Hey, we've...we've
looked everywhere.

There's no arsonists in sight,
so will we, uh, flag the station?

I'll get your rubbish for you.

Oh.

It's all right.

It's suspicious they couldn't
find the lawnmower fuel.

Well, if it was those two fellas,
they could've taken it with them.

Or someone in the family
got rid of it.

Kelly was hiding something,
wasn't she? Hmm, definitely.

So, this was found in the trunk?

Look at that logo.

Nope, none the wiser.Chanel.

Oh, right.

Looks like a dust cover
for a Chanel handbag.

To protect them.

That one there's Prada.

Weird there's no remnants
of the handbags themselves.

Yeah, there's not even
a metal clasp left.

Any luck?

No. Checked the whole town.

Literally, no-one saw
two men absconding.

So, remnants of a fire, but no
remnants of actual handbags?

The fire was set to make it look
like the handbags were destroyed,

to cover the theft.

Julian made it very clear they were
going to put in an insurance claim.

Maybe they're not as well off
as they seem.

Do you know what, we gave
that girl, Kelly, a lift once.

Her car had broken down on
the dual-carriageway.

She didn't have the money to pay
for the tow truck.

Callum, can you make enquiries
about the family's finances?

Yeah.

Have you bay leaf in that?

I have. Pass the...

Is that cow?

Don't forget I'm vegan.

With a gob the size of yours,
who could forget?

Right, pipe down, Shay, will you?

Nanny's got you a Mahon's nut roast.

Mr Mahon's daughter's one, as well.

If Kelly's totally dependent
on Julian economically,

but suddenly needed the funds,

that's a clear motive
for stealing the handbags.

It certainly is.

Ginette and Julian both
have bank accounts.

There's money in Julian's account,
but Kelly doesn't have access to it.

Bit weird she doesn't
have her own cash,

given the family that she's in.

Maybe they don't trust her
with their money?

Hello?

Hello! Hello?

Kelly?

No-one down there.

I'll check round
the back of the house.

Kelly?

She's done a runner.

Can I help you at all?

I'd appreciate a call before
you come into our home.

I'm sorry, but we have good reason.

We need to speak to Kelly urgently.

I don't know where she is.

It seems like she's left in a hurry,

and she's not answering her phone.

We made enquiries into
Kelly's finances.

It appears she has no access
to money.

That was for her own good.

I mean...

..she and I decided on that.

She got into some trouble
with credit cards in the past,

decided to cut them up.

So I've been paying off
her debt for her.

We need to question Kelly
over the fire.

So, anything we can uncover in terms
of clues to her whereabouts?

And the handbags' whereabouts.

All right if we have a further
look around, Julian?

Kelly could be anywhere by now.

You don't think Julian knows
of her whereabouts? Nah.

He was as shocked as us.

What about Ginette?

Kelly hasn't been back
to the hospital.

Ginette hasn't heard
from her either.

How are you getting on
there, Callum?

The tech team have gone through
Kelly's social media.

She has a number of connections,
some known criminals

from the estate she grew up on.

Anyone we recognise?

Marty Bakewell.

Oh, aye, right dodgy piece of work.

They were both on a messaging app
until 45 minutes ago.

Let's go and pay Marty a wee visit.

What the hell is Julian doing here?

Mr Prince?

Kelly!

I know you're in there!

I know you're in there!
Mr Prince, wait.

I'm looking for my wife.

I'm following her live on this app.

This...this is none
of your business.

There they are.

I'm sorry, I...!

So am I, Kelly.

But you're under arrest.

The missing handbags.

Kelly, is it possible you started
the fire

to cover the theft of
Ginette's handbags?

No comment.

Were you under such
financial pressure

that it was your only option?

No comment.

Did you not consider the risk
to your mother-in-law

when you set the fire?

I'd never hurt Ginette on purpose.

What's wrong with your arm?

It's fine. It's nothing.

How long's Julian been
tracking your movements?

Didn't know he was, like.

Kelly is not bad with money.

There were no credit card debts
racked up, as Julian claimed.

It appears he controls
the purse strings

AND he's tracking her movements.

Are you serious?

So, she's been acting
out of desperation?

To get away from him, yes.

So, this is a case
of coercive control?

I think it's even worse than that.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hey.

Inspector, Siobhan and I spoke
in the Commodore earlier.

The Princes are her former patients.

OK.

I saw Kelly flinch.

She's clearly in some physical pain.

And when Julian appeared,
she looked terrified.

We need to establish
if she's injured.

I'd like her examined.
Not a problem. Happy to help.

Good. We can, uh, touch base after.

Yeah, I'll be seeing you later.

The family dinner.

Concepta texted you?

Yeah.

You...you going to that, as well?

Oh.

This way.

You've seen Dr O'Hare.

She says there's severe bruising
on your arms, your back,

your torso.

Kelly, we're concerned.

Can you tell us
what's been going on?

People look up to that family.

I never, ever had that.

All the crap I had growing up,
but...

Even with people judging me,
I mean, I'm a nobody, like, but...

..they can't say nothing
because of us being married

and who Julian's family are.

No-one's a nobody, Kelly.

Thanks.

If you'd managed to sell
the handbags,

you'd have had enough to leave,
wouldn't you?

To get away.

So, he has been hurting you?

What about Ginette?

Did she know what was going on?

You seem close.

I didn't want her to know.

I thought she suspected for a while.

But Julian threatened to put Ginette
in a home if she got wind,

so I just made sure I hid it.

So, you know nothing
about these marks?

That's correct.

I never laid a finger on her.

But I wouldn't put it
beyond her to self-harm.

To try and deflect attention
from what she has done.

You know, it's a new low,
trying to blame me.

It's her weasley attempt to
shirk responsibility.

This is arson and theft
we're talking about here.

She stole my mother's property,

she set fire to the house
that she was in.

Now, are you going to
waste more time,

or are you going to go
and charge her?

It's his word against hers -

and from what you've all said,
he's got a lot of standing.

Julian Prince is clearly
a manipulative bully,

but he's hidden it well.

Most people think he's a solid guy.

I'm sorry to say this, but just
because Kelly is a victim

of domestic abuse, it doesn't mean
she's off the hook for arson.

She could be facing jail time.

Yeah?

Ginette Prince has been on
the phone, she wants an update.

Who knows what picture
she'll paint of Kelly?

We'd better go find out. Yep.

Your daughter-in-law, Kelly...

..she's under arrest for theft
and arson,

with intent to endanger life.

She's confessed to that?

Well, no, because she's currently
being treated for injuries

unrelated to that charge.

Is she all right?

I would say, she hasn't been

in a long while.

I knew she was struggling.

I saw bruises.

Just the once, a while ago.

When I asked her, she made excuses.

So I went to Julian.

He swore to me that it was
a drunken mistake.

I really wanted to believe that.

But in his darkest moments,
Julian would frighten even...

Well, even a judge.

So I blame myself.

I want you to know
I won't be pressing charges.

It may not be as simple as that.

We have a duty to protect
and safeguard people.

I do know something about
the law, you know.

This is a family matter.

If I were sitting on this case,
I would exercise discretion.

But this won't get to a judge.

Kelly didn't steal my handbags,
you see.

I gave them to her.

You can only use one handbag
at one time, after all.

What would an old bird like me
be doing with ten?

Finally.

Julian Prince, you are under arrest
for domestic violence

motivated common assault
on Kelly Prince.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if
you do not mention when questioned

something you later
rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be
given in evidence.

This is ridiculous!

These are criminal allegations.

We have a witness statement.

Oh, my mum?

Oh, she always has an opinion.

She's always judging!

She knows nothing.

No-one is going to believe
Kelly over me.

She is an arsonist and a thief!

We've been able to establish
the fire was an accident,

and Kelly's been cleared of stealing
the handbags.

So, I suggest you sit down
and engage with us, Mr Prince.

Kelly, you're free to go.

We interviewed your mother-in-law,

and she told us how she'd
given you the handbags.

But...

She wanted you to have them.

What...what about the fire?
Oh, yeah.

She used fuel to clean
the handbag clasps.

Thinks she forgot to put the lid
on properly, so...

It was a deathtrap waiting
to happen.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Excellent result, Detective.

I'd really rather not go to this
dinner, but I can't get out of it.

No, you can't.

So, what's the plan?

Divide the furniture,
hire a mediator?

You have Concepta.

The Concept as a mediator?!

She's fierce, but at least
you'd have her on your side.

Why are we talking about my mother?

Listen, if you're free
tomorrow night...

..maybe we could pick up
where we left off?

Maybe.

All right, Da?

Everything all right?
Oh, yeah. Erm...

Nanny and Mum...
doing my head in slightly.

Ah.

They'll be on their way
soon enough, yeah?

And then it'll be back
to Lads Central. All right.

Hiya.

I'm having a wee glass of wine.
Do you want one?

Yeah.

KELLY: Oh, Ginette, I'm so sorry!

GINETTE: Shh, it's OK.

I'm just sorry I didn't...

I couldn't stop him.

If you could have helped me,
you would have, I know that...

Shh. It's OK.

Got through a lot today.

We did, yeah.

The women of the hour.

I think that's Kelly.

That's all of you.

Do you want me to get this?

No. I'm doing it.

I've got asbestos hands.

Right.

Ooh, wow, look at this.

Wow! Amazing, Ma.

Here, Nanny, are you sure it's dead?

You know, like, Niamh might be
able to save it.

You'll be dead before it.

Nanny's just cooked us
a lovely meal.

She doesn't want to listen
to all this twaddle.

Well, it was a...

..team effort.

A lemonade, a spritzer

and a pint of the black stuff.

Thanks, Barry.

Will we get a booth?

I'll be glad to see Clint
and Nicole back again.

Have you heard from them?

Jet-skiing tomorrow, apparently.

Nice.

Talking of nice.

What do you think's going on between
with the Concept and Siobhan?

She and the woman previously
referred to as the "Genghis Khan

of daughters-in-law,"
joined at the hip?

Setting up some kind
of family feast?

I know, weird.

You OK there, mate?

Tickety-boo.

No, come on, what is it?
Spit it out.

Leila's seeing someone.

How do you know?

She said last night.

I don't know how I missed it before.

Nah, it seems unlikely.
I mean, who?

No idea.

I suppose, there are a few wee
hotties tucked away around here.

You've got your man
in the dry-cleaner's.

Very masterful individual.

Or even old silver fox Baz there.

Do you know what I mean?

Based on Ginette's statement,
we had enough to charge Julian.

If he's going away, well, Kelly can
put her life back together again.

Let's hit the Commodore, you've
earned yourselves a coke float.

I'm totally stuffed...

..stoked to be going there.

Catch you pair later.

Yeah, well, you know Ma.

She's, uh, full of good
intentions but...

Finn, will you listen a sec?

I'm sorry.

Yeah, what I did,
Shay's PE teacher...

..it was unforgivable.

Siobhan, you don't need to...
No, I do, Finn.

But no matter how badly,

atrociously I behaved...

..I think you still
owe it to me to...

..to sit down and listen.

So...

Come on, Septic.

This time last year, you were for
taking out a contract on Siobhan.

What's changed?

Do those glasses there
not need a polish?

You can't have Nicole coming back
to a pile of mess.

Long day?

Tell me about it.

You forget how exhausting it is,
being nice.

What's been going on?

That hallion of a daughter-in-law,
that's what.

Now, we both knew
there were problems.

Well, it's never one
person's fault...

It doesn't mean to say I can't take
responsibility for my actions.

That's what I want to do here.

But what I don't think is useful
is going over and over it.

If you believe I am genuine, Finn..

I believe you're genuine,
but, Von...

I want to draw a line.

Start mending things.

I...I know you thought
I was just here with Niamh,

here for the sake of
the kids, but...

Because, you know...

There's work to do.

I think it could be bright,
our future.

If you're willing to take
on board...

Take on board?

..that I still love you.

Can we try again?

Well, Mr Negroni sure beats
Barry's green slime.

Before Siobhan, Finn was going
out with a lovely girl.

Now, she would've been
the ideal for him.

From just up the coast, she was.

Gorgeous family.

Brother was a priest,
father conducted a choir.

Holiday cottage in Portnoo.

Where?

That's all in the past.

Because, Finn and Siobhan...

..they are married
in the eyes of God.

Do they even believe...?
For better or for worse.

And Lord knows I could tell you
about that.

And that is why...

That's why it's right.

They're getting back together.