All language subtitles for Wolf.2023.S01E01.720p.WEBRip.x264

Hello?

Is there anybody there?

I can't get out. The door's locked.

Can you help me?

Help me!

Please help me!

Help me!

Help!

Are you you,
or are you a burglar?

Don't burglars break in
at night?

Nah, that's just in the movies.

Why break in
when you know the owner's home?

Ooh, I love it
when you talk cop stuff.

Come on. Busy day.

Ah, you're killing me.

This is killing me.

Well, it's nice to know
I still got it.

What's that?

You like it?

It's for me?

No, it's for my other boyfriend,
but I wanted your opinion.

I just...

You bought me clothes?

I mean, thank you.

Sorry. I love it.

Jack?

I know you don't like me
touching things up here,

but then could I ask that
you just straighten up a tad?

During the party, people might want
a tour of the house.

A tour? I thought
this was just a casual thing.

Well, it's not not casual,
but it's important.

I want my friends
to meet your friends.

Yeah, I don't have friends.
I have colleagues.

And I've only been in back in London
a few months.

- I barely even know them.
- Well, still,

it's our first party as a couple,
and I think it's worth celebrating

with something a little more
than just a six-pack.

Speaking of which,
my mum's lending us

her really expensive
champagne flutes.

Look, this is my brother's room.

I know, and I'm not trying to be
insensitive,

but it was decades ago.

Yeah, but this is still
my brother's room.

And you sleep in here,

watching your neighbour,
even though...

I mean, I know he's weird,
but he didn't do anything.

Yes, he did.

You're obsessed.

The police have said again and again
that there's no actual evidence

that he had anything to do
with your brother's disappearance.

Yeah, well, the police got it wrong.
He is guilty.

Look, I'm excited about this party.

Really.

But please don't ask me
to let people in here.

I'm not ready for that.

And thanks, again.

I really do love it.

Sometimes I think you didn't move
back to London for work.

Sometimes I think you moved back
because he got out of prison...

..and you wanted to be close again.

Ready, Jack?

I'll tell you lot the same thing
I tell my son.

If you can't concentrate
on your work

with your phone in your hand,
I'll take your phone away.

All right, from the last 24 -

two gang stabbings,
one of them a fatality.

He was 15 and white,
so, fair warning,

the media will give a shit.
Acid attack in the underground.

Victims are parents
and their seven-year-old.

Little one's lost the left eye.

Sexual assault
in an estate stairwell.

Seems like it was several boys.

We're waiting on an appropriate
adult before we talk to her.

She's...not quite 14.

Any questions?

I just keep thinking,
if I don't intervene

and then something happens,
I'd never forgive myself.

- What? Is it the stitches or...?
- No, no.

- What?
- I'm fine.

- Shall I pull over?
- No. No.

You're not getting out
of telling this story.

All right, all right.

Well, so, you were wheezing
when that one woman

asked you all those questions,
pre-operation.

God, she had an attitude.

She had tattoos.

So, I asked her why she thought
my husband was a son of a bitch.

And I said to her, you know,

"Because you've written it
on his charts,

"so that the surgeon to see."

But it turns out

that SOB also stands
for "shortness of breath".

Yes!

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Hmm? Come on.

- Let's get you in.
- Yeah, that's good.

All right?

Great.

OK.

It's OK.

I know. I KNOW.

It was a long drive.

We're finally here.

Nice jacket.

Hadn't pegged you for a bloke
with designer taste.

That has "girlfriend"
written all over it.

Same girlfriend throwing
this party?

Oh, no-one here has to come, ma'am.

Oh, you're a real charmer, Jack.

I saw the others were going
for a pint.

You not joining?

I don't really drink.

Detectives have spent years
carefully cultivating

the image of downtrodden alcoholics,

and you millennials are just going
to throw it all away?

Is she here?

Hospital.

Ella, it's Detective Caffery.

Jack.

I've only been in London
three months.

That's not long enough
to have regulars.

We've been through all this,
but I'm gonna say it again.

If you don't give a statement
about what he's doing...

..there isn't enough evidence
for CPS to consider

a victimless prosecution,

which means that my hands are tied.

And this is gonna keep happening.

Are you going to give
a statement this time?

All right.

All right.

Well, then I'm going to tell you
the truth.

It's ugly,
but it's all I've got left.

Next time,

one of the blows to the head
is gonna be harder

than he meant it to be.

And you'll die in the house.

Alone.

It'll probably be a week or so
before we're called in.

And you'll be decomposing.

You'll be...bloated.

You'll be leaking from the mouth
and nose, the anus.

And you will smell horrible.

And the coroner, he'll saw
through your skull to examine

the damage to your brain.

And when they do that,
they fold down your face.

Forehead to chin, just whoop...

Don't worry, you'll be stapled back
together for the funeral.

I'll get a conviction.

He'll serve time.

And you'll go underground.

I can't change who you married,
Ella.

But whether or not he kills you?

That's something I've got a say in.

Let me help you.

Please.

So,
how'd it go at the hospital, Jack?

Full statement. We got him.

Can have him in custody
by the morning.

Well done.

Thank you, ma'am.

Don't even think about it.

Nope.

It needs to cool.

What if I don't survive the wait?

You shouldn't joke.

I'm not joking at all.

We're still getting
to know each other.

At any moment, this new ticker
could call it quits...

..and I'd die...

..cakeless!

You should go.

- What do you mean?
- You're dying for the fresh air.

I don't really want
to leave you alone.

Lucia's just upstairs.

Oh...

She's an adult.

She's 22.

Go on.

OK.

Luce! Lucia!

Lucia!

Lucia!

Of course.

You're here now, aren't you?

Go and tell her to turn
that racket down.

You're useless,
do you know that?

Yeah.

It's all right -
I'm going to blame you.

Oliver!

Wh-Wh-What...what is it?

It has to be a coincidence.

Something...

..it's been taken down by an animal
and it's...it's...

..it's just a fluke the way
it ended up looking like that.

But what kind of animal would be big
enough or tall enough to...

- Dad?
- Lucia!

- We're just coming inside.
- What is it?

It's nothing. Let's go inside.

You're so fake. I can tell wh...

Darling, it's not, honestly,
what it looks like.

Just go inside.

Will you? Go and...go and check
if the cake has cooled.

- But how could...?
- Lucia! Lucia! Inside!

Now. Go on. Go on, darling.

I really think
we're making too much of this.

Are we?

But what if he's been let out?

Oh, God.

I'm calling the police.

I, uh, seriously considered getting
one of those maid's costumes,

but I thought it might be
too subtle.

However, if you think
I've missed a spot,

might be game for a punishment...

Look, I know you didn't want
to clean

so I just figured I'd do it for you.

But I told you,
I don't want people in here.

But what am I supposed to tell
our guests?

"Here's the upstairs.
Isn't it lovely?

"But don't go into
the padlocked room

"because it's a shrine."

I just think you should be
able to move on.

Oh, is that what you think?
Well, thanks for that.

But it is hard to move on
when you can't bury someone...

..and you don't even know
where their body is.

You never should have moved
back into your childhood home.

My parents left it to me.

Well, then, you should have sold it.

Sometimes, in life, we need a push.

So here's your push, Jack.

You have to choose between your past
and your future.

Don't do this.

Why not?

Because I won't...choose you.

Look, I'm sorry.

This whole thing has moved fast
and...

It's only been a few months

and it's already clothes and parties
and I'm not -

Are you joking?

Is this the "I'm not ready
for a commitment" speech?

Because you could have given it
before I sent out invitations.

No, I just think
that you deserve someone who...

God, this is perfect!

What is?

Nothing.

It's fine. It's spectacular.
I'll go.

- No, no, you don't have to go.
- But you do love

that this is happening right now,
though, don't you?

At least admit that.

Admit that I really have given you
the perfect opportunity

to get out of all of it.

What are you talking about?

I'm not stupid, Jack.
I know you know.

Know what?

I've been tired

and emotional and...

..I told you
I was scheduling a check-up.

I have no idea what you're on about.

I promise.

The cancer is back.

I didn't want to tell you officially
until after the party.

I wanted you to enjoy yourself.

Wait. I don't understand.

You said you've been
in remission for years.

When did you find out
it'd come back?

I had the test a week ago,
at my check-up.

Haven't gotten the results yet,
but...

..I know my body. It's back.

Look, I've rushed things with us,
and I'm sorry.

But you don't have
to break up with me.

I'll break up with you.

I don't want to put you
through cancer. It's not fun.

I'm not breaking up with you.
That's not what I was getting at.

- Yes, it was.
- No, it wasn't.

Now, come on, let's just sit down.
Come on.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm here.

With you.

Lucia, deal with Bear.

She wants attention.

Lucia?

Tilly, it's dead.

- What?
- The phone.

It needs new batteries.

What? You mean
it's not working at all?

It will.
It just needs new batteries.

Because I did promise the hospital
that we had a working phone line.

I told them
we don't have mobile signal here,

but I did promise them
that we'd have a landline.

Batteries. Where are they?
Ah, batteries!

In the garden.

It looks like what
they said happened.

On the Donkey Pitch.

- Let's not rush to conclusions.
- But it's just like what...

Your father thinks it was an animal.

It's the same!
It's the exact same!

Shut that dog up!

She's scared!

She's only ever been
in our London flat.

Well, go and check the cellar door.
Top bolt.

And take her with you.

I can't hear myself think.

- I already did the cellar door!
- Well, do it again!

Can we all just try and stay calm?

Lucia, I'm sorry.

Goddamn it!

It's not working.

Our phone line's been cut.

Hello.
I'm Detective Inspector Honey.

This is
Detective Sergeant Molina.

We're just making...

Thank goodness you're here!

- Pardon me?
- How did you know to come?

We haven't been able
to make a call.

Our phone line's been cut!

It's been cut?

- Are you certain?
- Well, it's not working.

Just a moment, now.

If you're not here
about our phone line,

what are you here about?

Another matter entirely.

You are under arrest for
grievous bodily harm with intent.

Meaning that you intended to cause
grievous bodily harm to your wife.

Wave goodbye.

You could have come to my house.

Yeah. Could have.

They're clean.

Not a single print on them.

- Thanks.
- Didn't recognise him.

Looked him up, though.
Combat Hero.

Guess they were popular
in the '80s or something.

- 1996.
- Sorry?

Every kid wanted one.

If your mum bought you one,
you'd take it everywhere.

Take a full team there,
and turn it upside down.

Penderecki? Haven't you sent us
there before?

Listen, um, without a warrant...

..it won't fall back on me,
it'll fall back on you.

What are the police doing
at that pervert's house again, Jack?

Jack?

Do you think I look all right?

You look beautiful.

Do you miss them? Your parents.

I do.

But not because they died.

The last decade or so, we only spoke
once, maybe twice a year.

The three of us never quite
made it back after Ewan...

So I do miss them...

..but from a long time ago.

I can come with you
to the appointments, if you want?

No, you don't have to, Jack.

I mean, it's chemo, right?
It's radiation?

- Can we not talk about cancer?
- Sorry.

I...

I just want today to be fun.

I want us to get dressed up,
and I want to feel pretty,

and I just want to have fun.

Well, you're not "pretty".

You're stunning.

Have you got sun lately?

I don't think so.

I don't know, it's just
a nice colour in your cheeks.

Practically a magic wand.

Yeah?

Jack, Ella Ward
has withdrawn her statement.

She what?

I'm sorry.

But she was stable.
She had every right to leave.

Yeah, I know.

I just... I thought I could do
something this time.

You can't help everybody.

Did you ever work in oncology?

Well, it's just the dye
that they inject in you

to look for cancer cells,
has it...

..has it changed
in the last few years?

No. Why?

Have you been in the house
all morning?

Er, no.

We...we didn't get here until 11.

We drove down from London.

So you're on holiday now?

No. This is our home.

Erm, we've always had
a flat in London and our daughter

stays there now, but, erm...

You know, we split our time.

Besides, my husband had
some medical needs in the city.

They've got specialists there.

You know, it wasn't the sort of
procedure that one can do in...

Darling. Darling, it's all right.

- It's OK.
- Oh, sorry.

Erm...
So, what exactly has happened?

There's been a murder in the area,
OK?

The victim lives not far from here.

Have you arrested anyone?

We can't give out details,
Mrs Anchor-Ferrers.

Er, we've been going door to door,

asking people
if they've seen anything unusual.

You really should apologise.

You should have told us.
Or someone should have.

It happened just a few miles
from this house.

So we have a right to know
if he's been released, and...

He's only served five years!

I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't...

And my daughter was only 17
when it happened.

17!

And plus my husband's had
some serious surgery,

so we're not exactly equipped
to deal with any of this.

And, meanwhile, he's...

He's already...

How could he have been released?!

I'm sorry, Mrs Anchor-Ferrers.

I can hear you're angry,
and I want to help, OK?

But first I need to understand
who you're talking about.

Kable!

Minnet Kable?

Yes, of course!

But...

Please tell me that
this has occurred to both of you?

For goodness' sake,

the five-year anniversary
is this weekend.

You passed the shrine
on the way to our home.

I don't know if you remember
what Minnet Kable did.

- It was before you joined
- Of course I remember.

Doesn't everyone? It was...

..out on the Donkey Pitch,
just down the road from here.

- Has he been released?
- I've not been notified of any...

But has he been?

I can check. I mean, that's
the sort of thing we should...

Just...just hang on a minute.

They can't send us out here

and not tell us
if he's been released!

Calm down.

The Donkey Pitch murders
were five years ago.

Now, I realise another murder
in the area can stir up

some strong emotions,

but there's no actual reason
to believe that there's a connection

between the cases.

There's...there's something
we need to show you.

This was clearly meant to look
exactly like the Donkey Pitch.

But, you know,
it could be something else.

Maybe they're animal intestines.
A small deer, perhaps.

I doubt it.

But it could be.

There are foxes round here,

and they're big enough
to take down a small deer,

if they're keen to do it.

And hang it up in the tree
like that?

This is, er...

..consistent
with this morning's crime scene.

Mr and Mrs Anchor-Ferrers,
go and gather your things, please.

My partner and I will drive you
to the station.

We should get you away from here
until we have a better understanding

of this situation.

She would love that.

Somethin' in the garden.

- What, darling?
- A monsty in the garden.

Jennie, there's no monsties
in this garden.

Ooh, a monsty!

It's true! We didn't see it...

..but we heard it.

It's a good thing
we've got police here, isn't it?

- Hey?
- Yeah.

Do you think we should go
and find the monsty?

You think we should go and find him?
Yeah?

All right, you lot!

Drinks down. Monsty duty!

Come on, lads, come on!

Let's go.

Look at you. Oh!

There's the man of the hour!

Where have you been, Jack?

I think it's going quite well!

I know, they're only glasses,
but my mother loves them.

OK, Jack, please go get ready.

I've laid out your nice suit.

And then, when you're ready,
I need help.

I'm just so tired these days.

I believed you at first.

Yeah, I thought you might die.

Look at that! Monsties!

And I was prepared
to be there with you,

through all of it, I really was...

Where? Where?

But it's not true, is it?

It's all a lie.

- What are you talking about?
- The cancer isn't back, Veronica.

You lied to me.

Jack, that's sick.

- That's sick to even suggest...
- You never had the test.

I did. I'm waiting for the results.

The dye from the test
turned your veins blue for weeks.

Oh, you forgot you told me that bit,
didn't you?

I mean, you're smart, Veronica.
I'll give you that.

You know how to think on your feet.

I told you, I thought
it was coming back.

I never said that I knew for sure.

I never said
there was an actual diagnosis.

But at some point, you were going
to have to come clean, right?

Right, you lot,
there's no monsties here,

no monsties!

Jack, please.

Because you can't fake chemo.

And you weren't going to shave
your head.

All right, you need to listen to me.

So at some point,
you were going to have to admit

that there was no cancer.
But when?

How long was this
going to go on for?

Jack, don't...

It was just going to be a scare!

Monsty must die! Arrr!

The test was going
to come back negative.

But then we could focus
on prevention.

Nutrition.

Meditation. Retreats.

It would have been good
for both of us.

I want your shit...

..out of my house...

Well, you know, that's fine, Jack.

That's just fine,
because the truth is

you are impossible to...

No. Jack.

Don't.

You have no idea
what you have just done.

No, Jack...

It's all right, darling.

Where's the car?

I, er, couldn't bring it
up from the road.

- Why not?
- It wouldn't start.

What do you mean it wouldn't start?

And I, erm...

I saw something.

Oh, please don't.

I don't want to hear it.

Well, it was, erm...

..someone.

He was waiting.

Where was he?

By the back door of the house.

Does the house have an alarm system?

The phone line is down, which is
enough to trigger a call-out.

And since no-one's come
from the alarm company,

I can only assume that
it's been tampered with, too.

What about wifi?

Well, it's not working.
It never does out here.

The only signal is down the road,
and we need to get there somehow.

We need to call for help.

Your car.

Yes, it's in the drive.

We'll take it to the station.
Hand me your keys, please.

Yes.

Erm...

I don't... I don't understand.

I'm sure I put them in here!

Where else might they be?

I don't know! I don't remember.

Do you have a spare set?

Yes, I do, erm...

Downstairs, back the back...door.

It's all right. I'll get them.

No, Oliver, don't!

I'll go with him.

You and Lucia stay put.

It's all right, darling.

We're getting out of here. Yeah?

They weren't human bones.

They aren't bones at all.

They're fake.

After tonight's little spectacle,
I looked up your neighbour.

Said he was released six weeks ago.

Saw the search you ordered
earlier today.

Quite the little game
you've been playing

since he got out.

Your neighbour,

did he take your brother?

Yes, ma'am. He took my brother.

But the police could never prove it.

And no-one ever found him?

Well, we could get your neighbour
for harassment.

No, that's really...

We've got loads of witnesses
from the party.

Thank you, ma'am,
but I'd really rather just -

Send sergeants to perform
illegal searches on his residence?

And not for the first time, I hear.

Now, if I could help you
with your situation, I would,

but I can't.

And your illegal raid is
a disciplinary offence.

Time to take some early leave, Jack.

Get out of my office.

Do you mean it, ma'am?

Would you help me if you could?

Cos I would give anything to know
what happened to my brother,

to know where he's buried.

I've tried every lead there is,
but...

But you've got higher access
to our intelligence systems.

Are you asking me for a favour?

You think it wise
to push me right now?

Probably not, ma'am.

What exactly do you want to know?

Penderecki was in and out
of prison for years.

For sex offences.

He abducted my brother,

but they never arrested him
for that.

I've tracked down every cellmate
he's ever had

because prisoners talk.

I've gotten nowhere.

But there's three weeks
that I can't account for.

He was held somewhere
before being transferred.

Now, I don't know where and I don't
know why I can't access the details,

but something happened.

It's the only lead I've got left.

Penderecki was in Long Lartin
for the first three weeks

of a six-month sentence.

There was a scuffle.

Doesn't say who it was with, but
they sure didn't like Penderecki -

beat him properly.

Penderecki must have said
something to provoke it.

You find the man who beat
Penderecki in Long Lartin,

maybe that man knows something
about your brother.

Maybe he doesn't, of course,
but it's something.

You know, technically,
living like this is illegal.

- So you're here to arrest me?
- No.

Why not?

I don't work around here any more.

So you'll send your police
friends out to arrest me?

No, I won't.

You're not causing any harm.

And besides, I don't think
the police would be interested.

They mostly just feel sorry for you.

I'm not the one to feel sorry for.

And if you lot were the type
to have sympathy for anyone...

We're not all the same.
You can't just lump us all together.

Then you never would have called off
the search.

I didn't work her case,
and you know that.

But would you have?

If it was you in charge
of finding my little girl,

would you have called the search off
after just ten days?

No. I wouldn't have.
And I've told you that.

I'll find her myself.

And I won't give up until I do.

I'll bury her right.

You're allowed to hate the police,
you know.

I do, too, sometimes.

But I'd ask you not to hate me.

Why not?

Because the truth is...

..I admire you.

After what happened
to your little girl,

what you did
to the man responsible...

..that was the right thing to do.

What do you want, Jack?

You served your time in Long Lartin.

There was another prisoner there,

a man by the name
of Ivan Penderecki.

He abducted my brother in 1998.

He got away with it...

..and we never found the body.

While in Long Lartin,
Penderecki was beaten - badly.

It was you, wasn't it?

Did he mention
anything about my brother?

Anything at all?

Please.

You fucker.

I didn't beat Penderecki.

But I know who did.

I don't know what it was
that Penderecki might have said

about your brother, but...

Tell me who he is.

He won't talk to you.

But he'll talk to me.

I'll find out what he knows.

No-one should have to live
without answers.

But I want your help with something.

When did you find it?

- Sorry...?
- What you showed us.

- In the trees.
- Oh.

Not very long after we arrived.

Why? What?

Nothing.

What? Ow!

Oh, God. The sprinkler.

Oh, dammit.

What were you, erm...?
Sorry, what was it?

Oh...

Why didn't you move,
after it happened?

Oh. We couldn't.

Nobody in the whole neighbourhood
could sell.

Where's Oliver?

He can't find the keys.

I'll show you.

Dad really wanted us to stay here.

Someone has to show him.

I won't let her out of my sight.

It's all right, darling.

Found her in the woods.

Near the Donkey Pitch.

The Donkey Pitch?

There was no address on the collar,

just a name.

"Bear."

- Why do you care about a dog?
- I don't.

I care about this.

It was in her collar.

This is a prank.

It was kids.

That's an adult's handwriting.

An adult wouldn't joke like that.

You'd be surprised.

She's got a limp, too.
Back leg is hurt.

Something happened.

Th-This is nothing.

And...finding her
near the Donkey Pitch...

She just wandered there by chance.

Isn't the anniversary of
those murders coming up?

Exact same location, Jack.

It's a coincidence.

Are you sure?

I know what the cops say about me.

But I'm not a nutter.

No more than you.

Why do you care about any of this?

Why ask me to do this?

I couldn't save my little girl,
Jack.

And you couldn't save your brother.

But now we've both have the chance
to do right for somebody else.

Someone needs you.

Inspector Honey,

I didn't want to say anything
when my daughter was in the room,

but, erm,

I found spots on the floor
in the entrance hall.

Perhaps you should have a look.

Yes?

Yes.

I don't know.

They could be anything.

Well, are you sure it's not blood?

I'm fairly sure.

Fairly?

Everything's going to be OK,
Mrs Anchor-Ferrers.

You can calm down. I promise you,
there's nothing to worry about.

I'm sorry, Inspector Honey,
but I just don't believe you.

Golden syrup?

Oh, very good.

I'm a keen cook myself.

Do you think he's been in the house?

Is it a family recipe?

I understand what you're doing,
Inspector Honey.

You're sort of trying to distract
me or calm my nerves or something.

I appreciate the intention,
but it's not going to work.

You know, I've been on the force...

..since I was 20.

Can't even guess any more
what it's like to be a civvy.

I've seen a few things, believe me.

Yes, well,
I'm not much interested in...

But I've never seen anything
like the murder scene this morning.

What he did to that woman,
it was ferocious.

He cut her here.

- Pulled everything out.
- Please!

I don't want...

Ah! Oh, God.

Wh-Wh-What...?

Oh. Oh, God.

So-Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry.

It's OK, Mrs Anchor-Ferrers.

It's all right.

It's all right.

How do you know that it's all right?

They're just blocking the back door.

Blocking it?

So no-one gets in.

Everything OK?

Yeah.

I was just telling
Mrs Anchor-Ferrers

what happened to the woman.

The woman?

You know, the one
on the scene this morning.

I was telling
how he took a knife to her.

Emptied her out.

Almost like he wanted
to crawl inside.

Yeah.

Yeah, that was bad.

Really bad.

If you ask me, he was...

..thinking about cutting off
her breasts, too.

He didn't actually do it,
but you could tell

from the cuts that he'd made,
that's what he was thinking.

- Right?
- Hmm.

Yeah.

Where's Lucia?

I beg your pardon?

Where's my daughter?

Sorry, yes. You confused me then.

Your daughter.

I mean, she must be
someone's daughter, of course.

I knew she must have been born
from someone.

It's just that she's sort of....

- Sort of what?
- There's something wrong

with her, isn't there? If we're
being honest, Mrs Anchor-Ferrers.

She's a fully grown adult
and yet she dresses like, well,

a teenage slut.

Where is she?

Where is she?

Where's my husband?

It's cliche to say,
but in this instance, it's true.

There's no-one to hear you scream.

So I've been poking around
an old case.

The Donkey Pitch.

No!

But your theory on those murders,
it's full of holes.

So the killers are still out there.

We want you to be scared.

But when I say scared,
I mean really scared.

No!

I know your nightmare.

I need to find that house.

I want this to end.

Help me!

I think I might look
to settle in the area...

..once this is all over.

Not many people consider
buying property

at the scene of their own crime.

I know.