All language subtitles for E5. Undertow Part 2

Have you found it?

Belhaven Road. I've got it.

This way, Mr Elwes.

Hello, there. Come
in. Come and sit down.

The first couple of
years really tore me up.

It was the not knowing
more than anything.

But then I met Shelly
and it became easier

not to continuously play
every detail over in my mind.

That's a normal reaction.

Obviously, now with all this,
I'm thinking about it again.

Sorry about that.

Actually, it feels
okay, you know.

Well, now that
something's being done.

You...

You asked me about the
article that Sophie had been in.

Mmm-hmm.

I hadn't thought
about it before,

but around that time,
there was something.

What sort of thing?

After a shift at the hospital,
she found that she had a flat tyre.

So she called me and I
went down to change it for her.

Well, it had been slashed.

I mean, it looked like that...
Well, to me it looked like that.

She claimed on
insurance and that was it.

But I just thought, you know...

Yes. Thank you,
yeah, it's very useful.

- Anything else?
- No.

Well, thank you for coming in.

Just one minute. I'm sorry.

Dr Foley.

Yes. Yeah...

Oh, I'm... Can I get back to
you in a few minutes? Thank you.

- Ben, it's this way.
- Oh, sorry.

At last. Something's happening.

Hmm.

Where's he going?

Looks like he's off to
the gym or something.

So...

So you think that
Hunt slashed the tyre?

It's possible.

Force her to walk home.
Get her out in the open.

Then Elwes turns up
and Hunt has to wait.

Mmm.

Eight possible victims
from this last week's edition.

We can't watch them all.

Why not? What are we gonna
do? Just let him get on with it?

He's the one, isn't
he? I think he's the one.

- Yeah, he's the one.
- Well...

I mean, Suzy Jenkins
strangled in her home.

You got Philippa Carrington
comes out of the canal.

- Sophie Raikes.
- Well, I don't know.

So what are we missing?

- Here we go.
- Looks like we're on the move.

Okay, Mr Hunt, let's see
where you're going now.

He's got a leaking radiator.

At least he came prepared.

- Hi, Felix.
- Hi.

- Sorry to interrupt.
- That's okay.

Just wanted to ask
you a personal question.

Two long-term boyfriends and a
cat who doesn't like me very much.

Do you take a bath
in the evenings?

Oh, erm, sometimes,
yeah. If I need to relax.

And do you put your pyjamas
on before you take your bath?

- I don't wear pyjamas.
- Oh.

Okay.

But if I did, I wouldn't.

I mean, I would put
them on when I got out.

Yes, me, too.

Me, too. But not Suzy Jenkins.

She was already
wearing her pyjamas.

She was running a bath
and wearing her pyjamas.

Now, I think that's odd.

Hmm.

I can do odd.

Philippa Carrington's
cause of death.

I thought she drowned.

She did. The autopsy clearly
found water in her lungs.

She was dragged out
of the Regent's Canal.

Right. Except for when I re-examined
the samples that were kept,

that's not where
the water came from.

A predominantly still body
of water, like a lake or canal,

tends to be very slightly acidic
due to the decomposition process.

Now, the water in
Philippa Carrington's lungs,

was very slightly
alkaline instead.

Couldn't that just be a small
anomaly in that stretch of canal?

Yeah, it could, except I've got
relatively high levels of chlorine,

some aluminium and
even a trace of lead.

Okay, you'll have to explain.

All these elements are added as
part of a standard purification process.

Oh, God.

The water in her lungs
wasn't from a canal.

- It was from a tap.
- Tap.

No!

- He's wearing black trunks.
- I saw.

- Coffee?
- Please, yeah.

I'll have one of those
cake things as well. Thanks.

Coffee is fine, thank you.

- Hi.
- Hi.

We think we might
have got something.

- What sort of thing?
- Philippa Carrington.

She didn't drown in the canal.

Suzy Jenkins didn't
drown, she was strangled.

Yeah, but remember
how she was found.

There was water coming through
the ceiling from the bathroom.

We think Hunt
meant to drown her.

He was running a bath,
but he was disturbed

when her friend came home.

Shh! Shh!

Suzy! It's coming
through the ceiling!

Julia Macey. He masturbated
while he watched her in the shower.

- Angela Worthing...
- She was out jogging.

- Yeah.
- Take a look, what can you see?

This is the park where
she was attacked.

In the corner.

In the corner is a
pond with a fountain.

- Fountain, yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah, but it may not
have been coincidence.

There isn't a park that hasn't
got a pond or a fountain or a lake.

One of them has even
got a river going through it.

I know, but I've got
a feeling, it's just...

There seems to be a
connection with water. It...

I think that's what he does.
I think that's what he likes.

It's the drowning.

Let me think
about it a bit more...

No, let me think about it
a little bit more. Thanks.

No!

Spence.

Yup.

- What you up to?
- Having a coffee.

- What's Hunt doing?
- Swimming.

Where?

At the Aqua Bloom
Leisure Centre.

Spence!

Spence! Spence!

- Was it him?
- I don't know, he was in the pool.

- Was it him, Spence?
- I didn't see it happen, okay?

Nobody did, not
even her friends.

I'm picturing your rope, Grace.

- What strand is this then?
- I don't know.

No photographs in the
paper. Where's the build-up?

He's changed his
boundaries obviously.

The duty pathologist's
on his way.

Did you know that swimming
uses more muscle groups

than virtually any
other physical activity?

Strength,

stamina, suppleness,
it works almost...

It works almost every
part of your body.

Out.

- Where's he going?
- Don't worry about him. Look at me.

This direction. Look
at me, I'm right here!

I want you to tell
me what happened.

I want you to talk me
through the whole thing.

I didn't see what happened.
I didn't see the girl...

That's not it.

- I didn't see the girl.
- You killed her.

- You killed her.
- It was a tragic accident.

You came here, you
didn't know who she was,

and you killed her.

- I came here to swim.
- I know about the water.

I want to hear it from
you. The whole thing.

What are you trying to do?

I don't know anything
about it! No, please, no!

- You're gonna tell me what happened!
- No!

Tell me!

- Tell me!
- Please, don't...

Tell me!

Boyd!

Let him go! Boyd!

The body's unmarked except for
some bruising around the left ankle.

So he held her down,
dragged her under.

That would fit with
the injury, yeah.

Now, everybody has a
different lung capacity.

A healthy young woman
fighting for her life,

it'd probably be over
in less than 90 seconds.

- Any way of connecting this to Hunt?
- No.

There must be something.
What about the bruising?

No, I can tell you she was held
under, I can't tell you by whom.

I hope the coffee was good. Yeah.
90 seconds. Right there in front of you.

I was watching him
the whole time, all right?

- Boyd, nobody knew about the water.
- But everybody knew about Hunt!

That should have been
enough, shouldn't it?

What's the point of watching
if you're not watching him?

- Nobody thought...
- That's enough out of you.

You didn't even think
to check his dental work,

so observation's not your
thing right now, trust me!

This is not gonna happen
again! You stick close!

He takes a piss, it's your
shoes that get splashed!

- Why didn't you just hit him?
- What?

Slap him around a bit
like you normally do.

- You'd have gone crazy if I'd done that.
- You virtually drowned him.

How do you think he's
gonna react to that?

- It's gonna send him deeper into denial.
- What if it had worked?

What if it had released something
in him and been successful?

You'd want to be part of that,
wouldn't you? Come on, admit it.

- Yes.
- Yes, yes! But it didn't work, did it?

No, it didn't. I wouldn't have done
it because I wouldn't take the risk.

I know what it could release.

We're talking about
a very disturbed man.

At least I did something.

Yeah, you did. You lost control.
And you've given it to him.

He knows he's in control.
You gave him back the power.

I don't care what he is, Grace. I
don't care why he is what he is.

All I know is he is what he
is and it's my job to stop him!

Miss Baker.

I've got better things to do if
this is another no-comment.

This isn't a no-comment.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Could you...

Is it true they come to
the surface when it rains?

- When does your next edition come out?
- Friday.

- My article's ready to go.
- What's it gonna say?

That your unit's
investigating possible links

- between attacks on three women.
- Seven women.

What?

It's seven women and
four of them are dead.

- Is this official?
- Starting in '99, still going on.

What does that
mean, still going on?

Recently? When?

Have you got any suspects?

- Who's that?
- The guy who's responsible.

Print it.

- Print it?
- Everything you got. The whole thing.

And don't forget the name.

- Stella.
- Yeah.

- Ben Elwes is following Hunt.
- What?

Ben Elwes is following Hunt.

I've seen him.

Sophie Raikes.

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

What's the matter with you?

She was my girlfriend.
Remember her now?

Say it! Say her name!

Sophie! What the
hell did you do to her?

Leave him alone
or I'll call security!

Thanks.

- What was that about?
- I have no idea.

- Sounded like an angry boyfriend.
- Yeah.

- Are you sure you're all right?
- Just a bit surprised, you know.

Okay.

Look, thanks...

Maybe I could thank you, take
you out for a drink or something.

Erm, sorry, I'm...

Look, how about if I
give you my number

and then if you change your
mind, you could give me a call?

Okay.

Great.

I'm not familiar with the term.

It's a condition that
sexually arouses someone

where the average
person wouldn't respond.

It's umbrella
term is paraphilia.

It's in common use,
paedophilia, necrophilia...

Your son is sexually aroused

by watching his victims drown.

Are you a psychologist?

Yes.

- A profiler?
- If you like.

I read a headline once.
Psychics versus profilers.

You can guess who won.

- No, I can't.
- It wasn't the profilers.

So would you believe
me if I was a psychic?

- It might help if you had some evidence.
- Well, I haven't.

It's all circumstantial.
That's what I'm here for.

I need your help.

Your son is a very
dangerous man.

He is my son.

I know, which must
make it unimaginably hard,

but nonetheless, it's true.

Too short. Oh, no...

I'm with Samuel Johnson.

"A stick with a hook at one
end and a fool at the other."

I had to step in. Elwes would
have put him in the hospital.

At least we would have
known where he was.

- What would you have done?
- You exchanged numbers.

- I thought it might be useful, yes.
- You gave him your number?

- He wanted to say thank you.
- You gave him your number?

How did Elwes even
know about Hunt anyway?

Oh, hands up. That's
me. He was here with me.

He's killed four women and you
exchanged numbers with him?

I thought maybe we could
meet. Maybe he'll talk one-on-one.

- Grace, tell her.
- Tell her what?

Hunt is a psychopath.

He has no conscience, Stella.

I'll wear a wire.

- I'll be fine.
- It's not going to happen.

You'd be there. I'd
never be out of sight.

Look, we'll pick a public place.
Somewhere with plenty of people.

Uh-uh.

Don't push him. Let it
all just come naturally.

- He likes to be in control.
- Okay.

And if he feels he's not
in control, he'll walk away.

- Or get violent.
- In which case I'll walk away.

Okay.

- Any sign, Spence?
- Nothing yet.

Listen to him.

Just hear what he wants to
talk about and don't remain silent.

Encourage him.

- But don't force the conversation.
- Okay.

If you're remotely
threatened, you call it in.

Yeah.

Even if you feel the slightest
bit uncomfortable, you call it in.

- Okay.
- Stella.

- If he puts a hand on your leg...
- I've got it. Really.

Good luck.

He's not here.

- I'm going to the bar.
- Okay.

All right.

Stop worrying about her. We'll
be watching her all the way.

I know, I know, I know.

Can I get a pint of
orange juice, please?

- Hiya.
- Hi.

- I'll get you that.
- I'm waiting for someone.

Yeah, of course you are.

- He's late.
- Only fashionably.

Anything? Any sign, Stella?

Stella?

- Spence, are you there?
- Yeah.

Just hold on, will you?
Stella, Stella, talk to me.

Stella?

Spence, I can't get her... Stella...
I can't get hold of Stella, Spence.

Can you go and
look for her, please?

- Say that again.
- Go to the bar.

- I don't see her.
- Well, look again.

She was at the bar.
Just keep looking.

She's not here.

What about Hunt?
Can you see Hunt?

- No sign of him, either.
- Wait for me by the door. I'm coming in.

Hold on. I see her.

- Where was she?
- She was in the bathroom.

She should've gone... For God's sake!
Stay out of the bathroom, you hear me?

- Stay out of the bathroom!
- What?

The signal goes dead in the
bathroom. Stay out of the bathroom.

What am I meant to do?

Cross your legs, hold it, I don't
know, but don't go in the bathroom.

I'm walking outside.

Hi.

I was getting worried
that you had a better offer.

I don't understand
why he didn't show.

Too many people.

Must be a good reason.

It's not his pattern.

Is it?

Yes. It is.

Thank you.

- Who found her?
- Caretaker.

- He was checking up on his pigeons.
- His pigeons?

Yeah, young racing birds. He's a
fancier. He's got a coop outside.

There's no obvious
cause of death.

Her injuries appear
to be non-penetrating.

- What is this place?
- What do you think?

For some kind of
rowing practice?

A rowing practice
place, yeah, exactly.

This must be her bag.

- Boyd.
- Yeah?

They're repairing all the
pipe-work. Everything's turned off.

The tanks are
usually full of water.

This was such a
huge story for her.

She'd done her research.

I don't understand how she
made the connection to Hunt.

I don't even know how
she got hold of his name.

I gave it to her.

I gave her his name.
I told her to print it.

Why would you do that?

I just fished a body out of the
pool. I didn't want it happening again.

Nobody wanted it
happening again,

but you didn't have to shout
the name from the rooftops.

That's not what I did, Grace, is
it? You know that's not what I did.

You told her to print the name.

What were you looking for?
Vigilantism on the streets?

This is different. It's
a different situation.

Why? Because you called it?

- She's dead, Boyd.
- I didn't think she'd go to see him.

She didn't need
to go to see him.

She was being thorough
and you put her in that position.

I thought it might flush him
out, exert some pressure.

- Protect potential victims.
- No, that's our job, not hers.

And how are we doing so far?

Hunt's old school
used the rowing shed.

- So that's how he knew about the tanks.
- Yeah.

He thought there
was water in them.

But the tanks were empty.

Yes, but he must have got
the water from somewhere

because Sarah Baker drowned.

You think he killed her somewhere
else and then dumped her there?

He could have
drowned her in the river.

No, there's evidence of
a struggle at the scene.

Her injuries suggest that
he forcibly drowned her.

There are bruises on both her
shoulders and the sides of her jaw.

There's also a mark on her
nose from some kind of clip.

I think he killed her there.

No!

So how much water
would it take to do this?

Depending on how much
she struggled, several litres.

What does he do, get a
hosepipe, ram it down her throat?

No, no, he could
have got it from his car.

- How come?
- He's got a large water container

that he keeps in the boot of his
car. He uses it to fill up his radiator.

Can we check that water
against the water in her lungs?

But he could have
got it from the river.

The composition would have to
be unique to get an exact match.

- I can try.
- So what about the car?

If she was in the car,
there must be a trace.

- There must be something left.
- If she was in the car, then yes.

I just need a connection.
I've gotta put him at the scene.

- I know.
- Good. Okay.

So this mark now, on
her neck. What is this?

Right. Yes, well, there's
a clearer picture of it here.

I think it was probably made by
some kind of chain that got caught.

A silver cross. She wore a silver
cross around her neck with a chain.

- We didn't find it.
- No, he took it as a memento.

Yes?

Step away from the door, Mr
Hunt. This is what you wanted.

- What's going on?
- They're searching the house.

What for? Steven.

Steven! MRS HUNT:
What are you looking for?

Where is it?

Where is it?

A chain with a silver cross.

You couldn't resist
taking it, could you?

- He hasn't done anything.
- You ripped it off her neck.

- Where is it?
- No!

Easy, easy, easy!

I need your clothes. Whatever
you were wearing last night.

I just dropped my suit
at the dry-cleaner's.

But my shirt's in the
washing machine.

Help yourself.

- Yeah?
- Boyd, it's Felix.

Did you tell Sarah Baker about
the attack on Sophie Raikes' car?

No.

She's written about
it here in an article.

"Sources confirm that she was targeted
some months before she disappeared."

- No, I never said that.
- Are you sure?

- Are you absolutely sure?
- Absolutely sure. I never said it.

I gave Baker the name,
that's all. That was it, all right?

- Okay.
- Good.

The composition is consistent

with the water I found
in Sarah Baker's lungs.

What does that mean exactly?

It means that it's possible
that it came from Hunt's house.

- So you're saying it's a match?
- No, not in any definitive sense.

No, I mean, it's not fingerprints
or DNA. It can't be that exact.

And the whole road gets its
water from the same place.

So does half the borough. I can't
nail it down to a specific house.

What about the car? She
must have sat in the car.

How you doing with the car?

- I'm getting to it.
- Just find me something.

I don't care what it is. I
just need a connection.

- Find me something.
- I'm trying.

Madame Grace.

- A parcel for you.
- Thanks, Spence. Thank you.

- The attack on Sophie Raikes' car.
- I didn't say anything!

I know. Elwes said that
she put in an insurance claim,

but there's no record
of it on our system.

Right, and you need a police
report for an incident like that.

Absolutely. So he lied.

It might not be a personal policy,
it could be in a hospital policy.

Well, yes, so I checked that. I
rang the hospital and they said

any information like that
would be on her personnel file.

And this is...?

- Sophie Raikes' personnel file.
- Okay.

Ta-da.

- Who's that?
- Sophie Raikes.

This is another nurse.

The newspaper made a
mistake with the photos.

I'm completely lost. I'm sorry.

The Mercury wrongly
attributed the picture.

- But Elwes saw this picture.
- Exactly.

And he said nothing.

A few months before she
disappeared, she was in the local paper,

when she delivered
the baby in the corridor.

Yeah. Yeah, I remember.

Five years together living and loving
and you don't even recognise her face.

Does that seem normal to you?

What was it? She stopped
wearing her uniform in the bedroom?

What about Sarah Baker?
Do you remember her?

Remember her face?

You went to see
her at the newspaper.

You went to her with what we told you.
She came to us, then went back to you,

and you came back to us again,
told Grace the story about Sophie's car.

Then you went after Steven
Hunt to try to convince us that

Sophie was part of his
pattern, which we were...

We were convinced.

We thought Sophie was
another of Hunt's victims.

It's all there, you see,
Ben. It's all in her notes.

It's clean and I mean spotless.

- You went over it?
- Yeah.

Inside and out. Carpets,
floor mats, under each seat.

Even the boot.

There's no trace of Sarah Baker.

- What's this?
- Hmm?

Bird shit. Murder to
get off a convertible.

From what kind of bird?

What?

They're all young birds. They're
only about three or four months old.

Right. So are
they flying far yet?

No, not far. Barely
out the shed really.

- Can we see them?
- Oh, yeah. Sure. Come on.

- You'll be careful, won't you?
- Yeah.

Clip off the nail, drop of
blood, they won't feel a thing.

You sure this is gonna work?

Yeah, well, they detect colon cancer
by testing DNA in human faeces.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Come on.

Come on, you. That's
it, Teresa. Here we go.

Spence, I've got
to get out of here.

When we came to
see you, Ben, you...

You told us that if she
turned up, you'd forgive her.

She isn't going
to turn up, is she?

What were you going
to forgive her for?

Leaving you? Meeting
somebody else?

Or forcing you
into this situation?

It's not her that needs
forgiveness, though, is it?

It's you that needs
forgiveness, isn't it, Ben?

Where is she, Ben?

She's not where she's
meant to be, is she?

I think she deserves more
than that. To be just forgotten.

I have never forgotten her.
Not one minute in five years.

Not good enough though, is it?

An unremarked burial,
an unmarked grave.

It's not unmarked.

What happened?

Just tell me how long?

I don't come with
strings. I never have.

- You can't make me stay.
- A month? Six?

I didn't mean to. I didn't...

- Tell me!
- Longer.

Well, who is it?

I didn't want to.

Well, at least give me
that. Tell me his name!

It isn't anyone
else, Ben. It's you.

I didn't even think about it.

He told me she'd left him.

I wouldn't have stayed
if I even thought that...

I know.

This is his way of
keeping her close.

So that leaves Hunt.

Why am I here?

You're his mother, Mrs Hunt,
we need to show you something.

Her name was Suzy Jenkins.

This is Philippa Carrington.

Armelle Thierry.

Sarah Baker.

Your son poured water down
her throat until she drowned.

Look at the pictures, Mrs Hunt.

Okay, thanks for
turning it round.

It's a match.

It's not the why, Mrs
Hunt, it's the how.

The water, the drowning,
the methodology.

What does that say to you?

Family holiday?

A drowning, an accident,
was he in the sea?

Something closer to home, then?

Sir, we got something.

You don't understand.
Steven, he...

He was always

very special.

We can put Hunt at the
scene. We've got a DNA match.

Not his. The pigeon
faeces on his car.

From a specific bird.

We can prove he was
there. It's a solid link.

Steven was somehow

different.

He would never have done this.

- Mrs Hunt, are you feeling ill?
- No.

Oh, Steven.

Steven! Steven!

Steven...

He isn't here anymore.

What's happened?

Where is he?

What have you done?

I think this is what
you were looking for.

Where's...

- My son!
- Don't let her go upstairs!

You live by something,
sometimes you die by it.

You don't believe that.

No, you're right. I don't.

He would have carried on.

You're looking for
something that isn't there.

There's no crazy aunt, no family secret,
no voice in his head except his own.

He was my son and
he couldn't help himself.

He didn't want to,
he couldn't stop.

We would have stopped him.

When?

You were taking too long.