All language subtitles for Darby and Joan - 01x01 - Episode 1.NOGRP+TVC.English.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

Bleh. It's raining here in London.

Of course. So dreary.

Unlike Spain. Lucky you.

Are you enjoying yourself, darling?

I'm at our favourite tapas bar.

Too many bloody tourists,
though, in Barcelona.

You know what it's
like this time of year.

Oh, come on, Ian. You love it.

Oh, I miss you, Joan.
But I'll be home soon.

Just one more thing I gotta do.

- Can't wait to see you.
- Bye, sweetheart.

Bye. Mwah.

Are you okay to identify him?

Yeah.

Yeah. That's Ian Kirkhope.

My husband.

He was supposed to be in Spain.

I love Spain.

Tapas, sangria.

I should have gone with him.

- It's madness.
- It's not madness.

It's simply what I need to do.

What, drive across an empty country

looking for heaven knows what?

I can't sit around here

wondering whatever happened to him.

So what do you intend to do?

We have some information about
where he might have been going.

Perhaps I can piece
together his whereabouts,

and maybe even find somebody he met.

Face it, mum, we are never going to know

why dad lied about being in Australia.

Oh, yes, we will, if I
have anything to do with it.

♪ Once I had a love it was a gas ♪

♪ Soon turned out had a heart of glass ♪

♪ Seemed like the real
thing only to find ♪

♪ Mucho mistrust love's gone behind ♪

In five kilometres, turn right.

I was enjoying that.

As for your kilo-what's-it's,
nobody understands you.

In 100 metres, turn right.

It's easy for you to say.
You're on a satellite.

Turn right.

Turn right.

Turn right.

Alright, then.

In 56 kilometres, you will
reach your destination.

Alright now. Sod off, you.

Hey! Are you gonna let me through?

What the hell?

Hey! Watch out!

Oh.

Oh, no.

Hello?

Hello? Can you hear me?

Hello? Is anyone home?

Are you trying to finish me off?

I see your manners are
as bad as your driving.

- Are you in any pain?
- Not until you came along.

- Take Diesel.
- That's it. Gently now.

Careful. Don't let his
paws get on the glass.

- Alright. Don't get up.
- Ah!

- Stop the fussing. Oh!
- Oh. Fair enough.

Diesel. Here, boy.
Diesel! Come here, boy.

Come here. Come here, let's
have a look. You alright, hey?

- Is he alright?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Good boy.
- He's alright.

More than I can say for my car.
Look what you've done to it.

Me? You were driving too fast.

- Well, if you knew how to drive.
- You nearly ran me off the road.

Well, it's that tank you're
driving. That's your problem.

You were driving too fast.

Well, I was in a hurry!
I've got stuff to do.

Well, I take that as
an admission of guilt.

Jack. Jack Darby.

Joan Kirkhope.

- Diesel.
- Yeah. We've met. He's lovely.

Okay, I'm gonna need a tow.

And there's a service
station back there aways.

That's three hours
away. I'm going that way.

I've got to meet
friends. Um, Rawson Ridge.

- I expect you know it?
- Never heard of it.

But I have got important
things that I have...

Well, there's no point
getting in a snit.

I'm not in a snit. What is a snit?

It means being a right shit.

Oh.

Look, I can give you
a lift to Rawson Ridge,

and I'm sure you'll find
someone there you can bully

into taking you to the petrol station.

- That's not gonna work for me.
- No?

Probably not.

Where are you going?

I've got important stuff
here I need to take.

Oh...

I thought you said it
was something important.

- It is. It's my fishing gear.
- Oh.

Who's that?

Out here on your own, are you?

Not anymore.

Glad someone's smiling.

I've got some cold water
in the fridge if you like.

No, I'm good, thank you.

Something to eat?
There's, uh, nothing fancy.

Just some cheese and...

Not hungry. Thank you.

So how far is this Rawson Ridge?

I don't know, she can tell you,

but she always talks
in those kilo thingies,

and I don't know how far that is.

Oh, no, don't mess with it.

Honestly, it took me
ages to program that.

In 19 miles, you will
reach your destination.

Very la-di-da.

- I can change it back.
- Oh, no, no, it's fine.

I might need to take
the stick out of her ass.

Alright.

"Leave your ego at the gate."

Well, that rules you out.

Uh...

These friends of yours, they don't know

you're coming, do they?

What are you looking for out here?

I don't need your help.

Fair enough.

I just need to talk to them,

and then I'll drop you
wherever you want to go.

Understood?

Understood.

Flash car.

How do you turn on the air-conditioning?

Well, nice setup. But where is everyone?

Let's find out.

Oh, wow!

I don't what you're
getting so worked up about.

Ascher, you can't just change your mind.

You can go to hell, Ascher.

Ugh, don't be such a shit.

- You said you'd sign.
- I might sell, I might not.

This is so typical of you, Ascher.

It's always you first,
everyone else second.

- Uh, we have company.
- Hi.

- Hi there. Can we help you?
- Hi.

- Hello.
- Um...

A friend of mine was
here many years ago.

Uh, for Fire Day.

He told me it was really marvellous

and, uh, he begged me to
see if it's still a thing.

Is it still a thing?

It's tomorrow, actually.

We do it every year, like clockwork.

- But maybe not after today.
- Why is that?

You'd be welcome to
join us. Our last hurrah.

You dropped your watch, mate.

Nice. Vintage?

You got a good eye.

Ascher, given the
significance, perhaps this calls

for a discussion among the group.

I'd love to stay, if
it's at all possible.

My friend did think it
was absolutely marvellous.

What did you say your
friend's name was again?

I don't think she did, did you?

Ian. A geologist.

Do you remember him?

- Ah, no.
- No?

Well, you'd be welcome
to stay at any rate.

That's unless there are any objections.

Chris? Summer?

I'd love to. Thank you.

Welcome to our home away from home.

- You are so lucky.
- Yeah, we really are.

And that pyre is very impressive.

Can't have Fire Day without a pyre.

And this is my amazing daughter, Laurel.

- Hi.
- I'm Heidi, by the way.

- Hello.
- Our amazing daughter.

Yeah, okay, boomer.

- I'm Cinta. I'm Heidi's wife.
- Very pleased to meet you.

And this is Summer.

Yeah, back in the day we
used to get hundreds up here.

Beautiful souls from all over the world.

It was the time of our lives.

For the men, women had to run
around having heaps of sex,

otherwise they hadn't thrown off
the chains of the establishment.

And now, alas, it's just
us, the founding fathers.

- Hey!
- Founding identities, perhaps?

Let's just say we were the gang of four.

Love is all you need, right?

A Beatles man. Excellent.

I haven't introduced
myself. I'm Ascher Leonard.

- Hi.
- Self-proclaimed big deal.

- Alright, Cinta.
- Welcome aboard.

- Ooh!
- Ooh.

Hey, mate.

Oh.

Jack Darby.

My wife, Joan.

Married? I nearly died.

Yeah, well, you know,
how he was rubbing himself

all up against you. Yeah.

I don't need rescuing. Alright?

Yeah, well, I don't
like that sort of thing.

Alright!

So this Ian the geologist,
what's his story?

I thought you were going fishing.

I don't have a car, remember?

Fire Day. You reckon it'll
include a decent feed?

Fine.

We'll find out.

And you can buy me a drink...

husband.

Bush TV, you look closely enough,

you'll see your whole
life in the flames.

You make it sound as though
the show's almost over.

I have plenty of fuel in the tank.

Has Ascher told you that
Fire Day is the anniversary

of when we first found this place?

Long before we bought it.

And still the most blissful
place on the planet.

Word got out, more and more
people found us each year.

We were quite the community.

Including your friend.

Including Ian.

You don't look the, um,
alternative lifestyle type.

It's, uh... But your friend Ian was?

Well, I think we're all of us
all kinds of things, aren't we?

Well said.

Refill?

Wow, you're trying to get me drunk.

- That's very classy.
- Repaying the compliment.

Um...

- Quite a scene.
- But you don't approve.

Well, flower power was,
you know, never my thing.

Is that because you're too straighty-180

or 'cause you're a cop?

Perceptive.

For an old hippie, sure.

We may have gone our
separate ways over the years,

but we started something
really special here.

Ah, those blissful
anything-goes summers.

- Mm.
- Eh?

Full free-love catastrophe, was it?

It was a different time. We were
all about testing boundaries.

Mm. Testing bullshit.

Well, actually, we were just all

running away from something.

Chris? Tax department.

I was destroying the system from within.

Did you succeed?

To a degree.

At least I didn't sell
out to the multinationals.

So you'd be the owner of the flash car?

I do a bit on tele.

Travel shows, that kind of thing.

Sucking the populist tit.

Well, I'm just amazed you've all managed

to hang on to this place.

Now it's brought you to us, Joan.

Indeed, it has.

Mm, it's amazing. So bright.

So the nearest one is

four light-years away.
That's six trillion miles.

That's about as far
away as I feel from home.

♪ Baby baby ♪

What brings you all this way?

I needed a getaway.

I couldn't get away much
further than this. Mm...

♪ Baby ♪

Do you remember...

my friend Ian?

♪ I've been waiting for so long ♪

I'm afraid not. Um...

So many, uh, odd bods come
through here over the years.

Oh, I love this one.

Come on. Dance with me.

- I don't dance.
- Oh, no, of course you don't.

- This might help.
- No, I don't do that either.

♪ Got me in the shape I'm in ♪

Laurel, come.

One dance. One dance. Just one.

Dad, really.

♪ Baby you got me in the shape I'm in ♪

- Cinta, dance with me.
- No.

♪ Oh Jennifer you're such a killer ♪

♪ You had me up all night but
I could not get a look in ♪

Got yourself a good spot
up here. Not into parties?

You hate them, too.

Oh, hate's a pretty strong word.

They talk peace and love,
but they despise each other.

There is no love.

They're all about themselves.
They always have been.

They care about you,
their amazing daughter.

Try being farmed off to shit relatives

while your perfect mother
pursues more worthy causes.

Dad was a saint by comparison...

when he was around.

It's all a show with them.

Thankfully, this is the
last time I have to do this.

It all ends tomorrow.

Joan, Joan, come and slow-dance with me.

No, I don't slow-dance
with anyone but my husband.

Oh, lucky Jack.

Yeah, he's not the anything-goes type.

No, he really isn't.

Don't take any of this too seriously.

Laurel says you're selling up.

No! You can't sell the
stars. It's paradise.

Chris found an eco-developer

who made us an offer we couldn't refuse.

Yeah, and besides, it's time.

We're all leading different lives.

We... grew up.

Life doesn't work out
how you think it will.

No, it doesn't.

Tomorrow is the twilight of the gods.

- Yeah.
- Doesn't have to be.

- Ascher...
- We don't have to sell.

- We do.
- We could just go on as we are.

In fact, that's exactly what we'll do.

Asch, we are selling.

We made a deal, all of us, together.

Don't worry, he's only
playing with you. Stop.

The sale falls over if
it's not unanimous, Asch.

I don't wanna sell. I can't.

- Why?
- Oh, come on. Be serious.

- I am. I want to be buried here.
- That can be arranged.

You're not ruining this
for us. I won't let you.

Yeah, just because you
made a ton of money.

Heidi wants a home.

Chris, for God's sake,
he's got medical bills.

And I wouldn't mind some security.

I think we better go.

- No, you can't!
- You're right.

- Goodnight. Sleep well.
- Goodnight.

Oh, come on, what is the
bloody problem, Chris? Come on.

- No, what...
- Did you see how many stars?

- Yeah. Lot of stars.
- Ooh.

Well, ha-ha, that escalated pretty fast.

I don't think those people
like each other at all, do you?

- Doesn't seem like it, does it?
- Whoops!

Don't think I'm very practiced
at smoking the funny stuff.

- Time for bed. Come on.
- Oh, wait, watch that, mister.

No funny stuff from
you. I'm a married woman.

I know, to Ian. Come on, down you get.

Oh, who's a little clever clogs?

Ah! Don't touch.

The accident. You've hurt yourself.

- No, I'm fine.
- Why didn't you tell me? I've...

- Let me have a look at it.
- I'm fine.

Just take your shirt off.

Don't be daft. Just take your shirt off.

Oh, are we a little coy?

Now, this is probably going to sting.

It's quite nasty. Let me see.

That's it.

Oh.

You wanna take that?

Uh...

Hm, yes. It's...

It's my daughter, Rebecca.

- I think I'd better take it.
- Yeah.

Thanks for that.

I'll be in my swag.

Ooh.

Ah.

Help!

Help!

Ascher. Ascher.

He's gone.

I'll get the others.

Oh-ho, Ascher.

I can't believe he's dead.

Who was the last to see him?

He said he was going for
one of his late-night dips.

- He'd had a bit to drink.
- And smoke.

What time was that?

- About...
- Just before midnight.

Dad! Dad!

Uh...

I'll call this in.

Best to leave the police out of this.

There's been a fatality.

He's gone. They can't bring him back.

- That's not the point.
- It's none of your concern.

I'll give you a moment.

I'm really sorry for your loss.

I don't think Ascher's
death was an accident.

Yeah?

I think his hyoid bone was broken.

What bone's that?

- Here. That.
- Yeah, okay. Okay.

- You know that because?
- Clinical nurse manager.

Retired.

- He was strangled to death.
- Mm-hmm.

Detective sergeant. Retired.

- You look like a cop.
- You look like a nurse.

So I'm right?

Middle of nowhere,

and somebody's been bloody murdered.

Our last words were spoken in anger.

- Didn't patch things up?
- Ah...

Ascher was a lead-from-the-front type.

To hell with what anybody else thought.

But you two were the
best of mates, yeah?

He and I were the guardians
of everything that this place,

that this group stands for.

Guess you were the last
person to see him alive.

I was in bed well before everyone else.

Perhaps 11:00.

What if I'd stayed up, Jack?

My best friend might still be alive.

What happens with the
sale now that he's gone?

It's too soon for that.

Look, you didn't sign up for this.

I think everyone would understand

if you and Joan wanna move on.

The death has to be reported to
the police, and then the coro...

The ghouls will move in.

The funeral industry. Big death.

They'll take Ascher away
and they'll pump his body

full of chemicals.

That's just the start of it.

We'll look after Ascher our way.

Fire Day.

Return Ascher's spirit to the earth.

Losing someone that you
love in such circumstances

is, is the hardest thing.

It's funny, the Ascher I knew, he was,

he was much more
vulnerable than he made out.

- You cared about him.
- Yeah.

I loved him for him, but
Heidi poisoned that well.

Were Ascher and Heidi together?

No. She only ever wanted his baby.

Did that make you jealous?

Ascher's death was an accident.

Oh, I wasn't... I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said
that. What about...

Heidi and I were sitting by
the fire for the entire evening

and we went to bed around midnight.

What about Chris? How
does he fit into the group?

Poor Chris. Chris is always
the consolation prize, he's...

I don't know, I was
with him for a while.

Ascher and Heidi should
never have had a child.

Laurel has serious issues.

One thing, does the name
Melanie mean anything to you?

Is she a friend of your friend Ian's?

I'm not sure.

Anyway, thanks for the tea.

That far off? Well, get
here as soon as you can.

Will ya? Police are hours away.

Don't they have
helicopters or something?

So which one of them is lying?

Well, Summer and Heidi claim to
have stayed up until midnight.

And if Chris turns in
at 11:00, that leaves

Cinta and Laurel unaccounted for.

Neither of them fans of Ascher.

Well, I don't think Laurel
would've wanted her father dead,

however troubled Summer says she is.

Me either.

Hey. Look at his wrist.

He was wearing a watch when
we found him this morning.

But he'd taken it off for a
swim when we first met him.

So w-why didn't he
take it off last night?

Didn't have a chance.

He was dead before he went in the water.

Why would somebody
wanna take it off now?

Cover their tracks.

Heidi, what are you
doing? What are you doing?

You lied to us, Mrs. Kirkhope.

You two aren't married.

What the hell are you doing in here?

Well, the question is
what are you doing here?

Why would you deceive us
after we made you so welcome?

It wasn't something we
planned. Was it, Jack?

Well, this is what's gonna
happen, you're gonna turn

this thing around and drive away.

We're gonna lock the gate behind you,

then we're gonna put a torch
to Ascher's funeral pyre

at the falling of the sun,
just as he would have wished.

Don't you want to know who did it?

Someone murdered your friend.

You're right. We'll go. We'll go now.

- What? No!
- Come on. Everyone out.

We're going.

Bit angry, aren't you?

Anger doesn't even come close.

We were about to get somewhere.

And that's why we had to leave,

because we were getting somewhere.

How are we gonna get back
through the gate, you plonker?

We're not. Trust me.

- This is madness!
- Come on.

If you don't think you're up
to it, we'll give it a miss.

Of course, I'm up to it.

- Yeah, alright. Put this on.
- Oh, no, I can't wear that.

- It's yellow. It washes me out.
- Come on. Get it on.

Arm through. There you go.

Chris hated playing
second fiddle to Ascher.

Chris has a big chip on his shoulder.

Yup, and in organizing
the sale of this place,

he becomes a hero.

Until Ascher makes a U-turn.

Then there's Cinta,
now, she hated Ascher

because of the hold he had over Heidi.

And Heidi hated everything
that Ascher stood for.

Yeah, but Heidi's strong
enough, you know, mentally.

And then there's Summer.
She's desperate for a payday.

- She didn't do it.
- Oh, just 'cause you fancy her.

Okay, let's go!

- Trust me.
- I don't even know you.

Bloody pissing hell!

You know those moments
in life when you think,

"How did I get here?"

Well, this is one of them.

- Whoo-hoo! Hee-hee!
- Hey, careful.

Whoo!

So what now?

I don't know.

I'm just making it up as I go along.

Oh, so there's a murderer on the loose,

and you haven't a clue what to do.

"Trust me," he says.

I thought they told you to piss off.

Laurel, we just wanna
help sort this out.

I'm sure you wanna sort it out, too.

- You shouldn't be here.
- Look.

I know how hard it must
have been for you, you know,

seeing your dad like that after he died.

Do you have kids?

Yeah, I got a daughter.

Do you spend much time with her?

Not as much as I should.

Sometimes it feels like your kids are...

better off without you.

Hey. Is that your dad's watch?

I took it to have something of his.

Can I have a look?

It stopped working.

2:20.

That's when he went into the water.

When he was murdered?

It's just not possible
that one of us did this.

Not after everything we've shared.

- Mum.
- No.

Just please listen.

See, when I found Ascher's body,

there was bruising right here.

See, and I could feel the hyoid
bone was broken right here.

Heidi, catch.

- Left-handed.
- Yes. So?

- You're left-handed, too.
- Yeah, how do you know that?

Wear your watch on the right.

The hyoid was broken on
the right side of the neck.

That's where the bruising was.

Now, when a person's strangled,

the thumbs do the most damage,

especially from the dominant hand.

So the killer was right-handed.

Now, if you burn the body,

the killer's gonna get away with murder.

I would have thought
you'd want the truth.

What do you need us to do?

Do you realize Laurel is right-handed?

I was hoping you hadn't noticed.

- Well, it's not her.
- Mm.

Ah. You know who it is.

There you are. I was getting worried.

- Hold on.
- Everyone grab a torch.

It's almost sunset.

What's wrong?

What are you doing here?

Why did you kill Ascher?

This is ridiculous.

Now go. Anyway, I'm not
listening to these idiots.

Answer the question.

Ascher got drunk and drowned.

I-I know it's an ignoble end,

but not even the great
Ascher can control death

when it calls your name.

Where were you at 2:20 a.m.?

That's when dad was murdered.

Laurel, sweetheart,

I know it's been a rough day for you.

You probably don't wanna hear this,

but, but your father was no saint.

Why are you avoiding the question?

Because Ascher was lying to us.

All that talk about loving
this place was bullshit.

And I got him drunk last
night and he let it slip.

Ascher had made his own deal

with some bourgeois resort company.

He knew that we were desperate to sell.

He planned to buy us out, one
by one, rock-bottom prices,

and make a fortune for himself.

Where were you at 2:20 a.m.?

- Where were you, Heidi?
- Asleep in our tent, together.

It's true.

If anyone got up, I
would have heard them.

That leaves just you, Chris.

And Summer.

Th-this is absurd.

That's where I was.

I spent the rest of the night...

in bed with Summer, like old times.

Right? Summer?

- Chris, don't.
- Summer, we...

It's no secret that you and I have had

an open relationship over the years.

That can't be true.

Summer was with me.

But you're injured.
Your ribs, I-I fixed...

What? Goddamn you...

You argued about his
betrayal, didn't you?

You've never respected me.

Because you're all wind and no sail.

D-do not walk away from me, Ascher.

Or what?

- Ascher!
- Oh! Oh, get off, Chris!

You snapped.

And then you strangled him.

You killed your best mate.

What...

But how could you? Why did you?

I'm so sorry, Laurel.

Oh, God.

We had such hopes for this place...

for each other.

The coroner's taken the body away.

We'll call with any follow-up.

Darby? Familiar name.

Like the detective inspector.

Common name.

Mm.

I can always run you
to the service station.

Yeah, thanks, but, uh,

I've already said yes
to a lift from Summer.

Fair enough.

But are you sure you're up to it?

I mean, the ribs and everything.

Ah, as a nurse, I still
have a duty of care.

Yup. Well, um...

- Thanks.
- For what?

Well, you know. Thanks.

Diesel!

Don't you take any nonsense
from him, will ya? Hm?

Diesel! Come on.

Where were you going...

you silly bugger?

Right. Let's go.

Any chance of that lift?

Trouble in paradise?

Didn't like the wind in my hair.

Go on, Diesel.

What about Summer?

Why did she kick you out on your bum?

Who said she did?

You're only here because
I feel sorry for him.

Not exactly who she makes out to be.

Who, Summer?

Mm. Real name's Melanie.

She lied to me.

This is all of them. way back when.

Where'd you get that?

Got it from her glovebox while

she was getting petrol.

Didn't pick her for
the sentimental type.

That's Heidi, Chris, Summer and Ascher.

This is your Ian, right?

You never did answer me about Ian.

- No, I didn't.
- Think I'll tag along.

And just make sure you don't
get into anymore scrapes.

What, like, more murder investigations?

Osprey Falls in 450 kilometres.

- You changed it back.
- Yeah. I got used to it.

So Osprey Falls.

Good barramundi there. That's a...

I know what barramundi is.
I'm not completely stupid.

It's a fish, isn't it?

I knew it was a fish or a disease.

I don't want to catch either of them.

So what did your Ian get
up to in Osprey Falls? Hm?

I've no idea.

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