All language subtitles for Harry Wild - S03E05 - Cleanliness Is Next to Deadliness.srt - eng(2)

[ Birds chirping ]

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-Absolute bastards!

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Oh...

Oh, Jesus!

[ Screaming ]

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[ Cellphone buzzing ]

-Yes?

-Harry?

We're questioning a person
of interest

in relation to a murder.

She says you're her alibi.

-Which person?

What murder?
-Uh, Evelyn Summers?

-Evelyn? You're kidding.
Evelyn wouldn't hurt a fly.

-Well, a murder was committed
on her property last night.

Coroner said it happened
at approximately 11:00 p.m.

She claims she was with you
in The Hairy Goose.

-She was.
I mean, she came in

to -- to organize a party
with Glenn.

We left after midnight.

Wait, wait.

Who's dead?

-Uh, Harry, I have to go.

We'll release Evelyn,
but she's a bit shaken.

Any chance you can pick her up?

-Yeah, of course.

-Great, bye.

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-There were all these dead fish
in my pond, you see?

And at first, I thought
it was a nasty prank

by one of the rival villages.

You know what they've been up
to already, Harry.

Dead rats in the park,
leaking sewage on Main Street.

-A rival village?

What?
-Uh, I'll explain later.

Evelyn,
did you know the victim?

-It's George, Harry.

My George.

-Oh, my God.

-Your George?

-I'm sorry, who's George?

-My husband,
he left me last year.

-So, that's why they brought you
into the station?

-Well, that and the fact
that he was in my fish pond.

-I'm lost.

Why would the police assume
you'd murdered your husband?

-He only went and nicked
her life savings, didn't he?

When he did his runner.

-Thank you, Glenn.

Evelyn reported him
to the police.

-Yeah, but I retracted
the statement.

I didn't want him punished,
it wasn't his fault.

George had a gambling problem.

-Yeah, he did too,
lost every bet.

Terrible bad luck if you ask me.

-Glenn, why don't you get --
get Evelyn another brandy,

would you?
-Right, yeah.

Sorry for your troubles, Evelyn.

You know, if you are thinking
of having a wake,

Petra's doing
a very good deal

on those little triangular
sandwiches for --

-Glenn.
-Right, yeah.

-Do the police know
what happened, Evelyn?

-They haven't told me anything.

Can you talk to Charlie?

-Yes, of course.

Do you know
why George came back?

-I don't even know
where he's been.

I haven't spoken to him
since he left.

Our only communication
was a letter

when he apologized
and begged for forgiveness.

He said he was going
to join Gamblers Recovery.

I did forgive him, Harry,
I did.

He didn't deserve this.

Please find out who hurt him.

-Darling, darling.

[ Sighs ]
We'll get you back home.

She's gonna try and sleep now.

Poor thing.
-Yeah.

Here...

What's all this about
a rival village

and rats and sewage
and all that?

-You never heard of the
Vibrant Villages Competition?

-The what-y-what now?

-Villages all over the country
take part in the spring.

It's a kind of an atmosphere
for the community,

clean streets, nice parks.

-Never thought you'd be
into something like that.

-Oh, no, I love looking out
of the window

and watching them
prepping the square

with a glass of wine
in my hand cheering them on,

whilst I'm all nice
and warm and dry.

Anyway, Evelyn's chair
of our VCC.

-Oh, Jesus.

-Village Competition Committee.

-Right, and all
the sabotage stuff?

-Well, we've won it four years
in a row

under Evelyn's stewardship,
and it can get very competitive.

Things started to get
a bit nasty.

-Hmm.

-Anyway, the rival villagers
will be rubbing their hands

in glee now that
Evelyn's distracted.

-Yeah, but they didn't
kill her ex

to mess with a silly
little competition?

-Well, I mean, that would be
a bit extreme

for a trophy, wouldn't it?

Oh.

So, what have you discovered?

-No small talk then?
-Ah.

-Evelyn wants us to find out
what happened to George.

-[ Chuckles ]
What a plot twist.

-Did he drown?
-No.

-Shot? Strangled? Stabbed?
-We'll keep going.

-Ugh, give me strength.

It was a blow to the head.

We've taken a garden gnome
into evidence.

-Oh, a killer gnome.
-I'm glad you find it amusing.

So, how well did you know
George, Harry?

You've known Evelyn for what,
15 years?

-Well, they've only been married
for a couple of years

and, uh, I didn't spend
much time with George.

He did rack up
a lot of gambling debts

and he totally
screwed Evelyn over.

-We know.

So why was he back?

-You tell me.

-We can't even find
an address for him.

We have him
on the doorbell camera

knocking at around 10:50,
then he turns his head

as though he's being called
by somebody into the garden.

-Why put him in her fish pond?

-The next-door neighbors
were having a party.

They came out just after 11:00
and set off fireworks.

My guess, they scared
off the killer

before he or she had time to do
anything else with the body.

-Hmm.
-Hmm.

-I'm being summoned.
[ Sighs ]

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-Here, do you think
George managed

to kick his gambling habit?

-I doubt it.
Why do you ask?

-Well, what if he came back
to ask Evelyn for more money?

-It's possible, but we don't
even know where he lived.

How can we find out
if he had any debts?

[ Sighs ]

-I might have an idea.

-You know what?
I might have an idea, too.

I mean, a lot of people around
here knew George better than me,

and I have been promising myself
that I would take up gardening

in my retirement.

See what I can dig up.

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-I was never in a private
detective's office before.

Have you got a file
on me somewhere?

-Of course not.

-Not very convincing, are ya?

Some set of balls on you,
though,

summoning me in here.

I do the summoning, short ass.

-I didn't summon, I asked,
and I made you coffee.

-So what?

You want a round of applause?

You're lucky I felt
like seeing you.

Here, this fella, the one
who had to shut his restaurant

when his missus
faked her death,

do you think he'd be open
to an investor?

-No!
And would you leave that alone?!

-Alright, keep your knickers on!

So...what do you want?

-I wanna know if a fella
called George Summers

had debt
with any money lenders.

-And what?

I'm the shaggin' money-lender
directory now, am I?

-Well, I thought
you could ask around.

-Did you now?

People in my world
don't give out free favors.

-Well, I'm not being
your muscle for you.

-[ Chuckling ]

Those boxing sessions
paying off, are they?

Relax, it's nothing illegal.

In fact it's completely
harmless.

I'll ask around about
your George fella

if you put in a good word
for me with your mammy.

-What?

-I heard she's back in town.

Good-lookin' woman, your ma.

I'm gonna ask her out
for a drink anyway.

-Fine.

I'll tell her that you helped
out me and Harry a few times.

I'll be honest.

-That's good enough for me, son.

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[ Slurping ]

Ahh.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Okay, settle down,
we're going to start --

-I called this meeting because
whatever we thought of Evelyn

on a personal level,

her husband was found
murdered on her property.

Let's face it, it is not a good
look for the village.

We pride ourselves
on being safe.

It is better if Evelyn
just stands aside.

And who takes over?

Well, I am happy
to put myself forward.

-Oh, fuck off.

-Rob would make a good chair,
Stuart.

-We don't need a new chair.
Evelyn will be back.

-Yes, but do we want her back?
She's tainted.

-She did nothing wrong.

-Harry Wild,
why are you even here?

-I've taken up, um,
being charitable.

-Okay, well, we're wasting time.
I think we should vote.

Do we want a new chair?

-How about we vote on whether
we think we need a vote?

[ Chuckles ]

Show of hands
everyone who wants a vote.

Well, that's that then,
isn't it?

We don't need a vote.

-That's not how it works.

-Don't be a sore loser, Rob.

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[ Door closes ]

-Hiya, love.
-Hey.

-She's packed four teddy bears,
no pants and no toothbrush.

[ Both laughing ]

What's up?

-I've got a bit of a dilemma.

-Okay.

-Do you know Happy?

-The loan shark?
I know him.

-He wants to ask you out.
-Does he now?

-Yeah, and he asked me to put
in a good word for him

because I asked him
for a favor.

-I see.

Okay, so what's
the good word?

-Well, he has helped me
and Harry

out of a few tight spots
and that's the truth,

but he also did threaten
to break Liberty's arm

when Malky owed him
some money, so...

-And this favor
that you've asked him for?

-It-- it's not money.

It's for work.
I-I need his help.

-I'll meet him for a drink.

-Are you sure?

Because I can tell him
I put in a good word for him

and you can still tell him
to piss off if...

-I know how to handle Happy.

But I will say this,

Fergus, I know your work
is important to you, but --

-Mam, I know
what I'm doing, okay?

Thank you.

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-[ Chuckles ] If I'd known those
meetings were so exciting,

I'd have been here years ago.

So what can I do to help?

I'm a dab hand at --
-Drinking wine?

-Ha, yes, indeed.

I can hold a paint brush, too.

-Harry, you're no more
interested

in painting a fence in the park
than I am reading a book.

You're investigating
George's death, aren't you?

-Maybe.

Um, as I recall, you both
knew George, didn't you?

Did you know he was coming back?

-I didn't, and if I had,

I would've crossed
to the other side of the street

to avoid my fist meeting
his face.

Absolute prick.

-No, I barely knew him.

-No, as I recall, the two of you
were drinking here

quite a lot, weren't you, Rob?

-Casual acquaintance at most.

You know, I think we should
focus on what matters,

the competition.

That stunt you pulled,
Harry, was --

-Is the competition
all you can think about?

You should take a leaf
out of Harry's book.

We should be
trying to help Evelyn.

-Winning the competition
helps Evelyn.

Do you think Laura Burns
can steer the committee?

She's barely been here
a wet week.

I'm the only one
who can lead us.

I was vice chair, remember,
and I'm an accountant.

I know how to manage things.

-Jesus wept.

-Hmm.

Mm.

Oh, Laura, isn't it?

I don't believe we've met yet.

-No, but Evelyn mentions
you often.

All good things.

Have you spoken to her?

I'm going to call over later.

-Yes, I've seen her.
She's very shaken.

-I can only imagine.

Oh.

Thank God she missed
Rob's performance just now,

competition this,
competition that.

Surely it's all irrelevant now.

-I guess you didn't use
your competitive edge

to get the vice chair job?

-God, no, no, I'm doing this
purely as a favor for Evelyn.

I used to run a book shop,
so she figured

I'd have a good head
for numbers.

Evelyn's fantastic
at the creative stuff,

but, she'll tell you herself,
she's terrible with money.

I've no idea how to win
this event without Evelyn.

-Well, Evelyn believes in you,
that's half the battle.

[ Chuckles, sighs ]

Do you have any notion
why Rob Rogers

is just so anxious
to be the chair?

-No, no.

But he does seem
quite pleased she's gone.

Prick.

-Indeed.

Hmm.

-You know Happy then, mm?

Good business head on him,
that boy.

-Yeah, yeah, um, he said

that George Summers owed you
some money?

-Mm, that's correct, dear.

He borrowed 20 grand from me
last year, owes me 80 now.

-Wow, that is
some interest rate.

Uh, you do know that he's dead,
right?

-Mm, I'm still owed.

Who are you to him?

Are you here to take
over his debt?

Do you know his family?

Where did you say you came from?

-I didn't, uh, and I
didn't know George.

I just wanted to know
if he owed money.

Was he still gambling?

-Silly bugger,
he tried to stop, didn't he?

Joined Gamblers Recovery.

If you ask me,
you owe that much money,

you keep on rolling the dice
until you get lucky.

You didn't know George, but you
knew enough to come to me.

Something about that
doesn't add up,

and in my game, everything
has to add up.

-Mm, and then some.

-What was that?

Are you here to pay me
something or what?

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-[ Clears throat ]

I-I know a man who could help.

Uh --
Can I ring him, please?

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-So, now I'm having to intervene

with money lenders
on your behalf.

-She's not my money lender,
okay?

It was just to do with work,

and I didn't wanna ring
Harry and get her involved.

-These people are dangerous,
son.

Don't you worry about bringing
people like that into your life?

Into Lola's life?

-Of course I do,
but it's my job.

-Going to school is your job,

being a teenager is your job.

You should be out having fun,
taking Lola on dates.

-I have to earn.

-I know you do,
but I worry about you.

My mother,
she can take care of herself,

but you're 16, Fergus.

I'm fond of you.
You're a good kid.

-Look, I'll try and do more
normal stuff, okay?

I'll arrange a surprise
for Lola.

-Good lad.
Come on.

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-That letter that George wrote
after he left me,

it was so genuine.

I can't believe he'd come back
to ask me for more money.

-It sounds like he tried,
Evelyn,

but he still needed money.

-Would you even have
that sort of money?

I mean, he owed 80,000.

-All I have left is this house,
and George knew that.

-This has crushed her.

-If George knew Evelyn had
no money,

then why come back?

-I have no idea.

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-Vote Rob Rogers.

-Rob Rogers for chair?

-Chairing the village
to a Vibrant Village win,

that's a nice string
to your bow,

and it must be nice
having Evelyn out of the way.

-Mud sticks, Harry.

It's not my fault if people
think she killed George.

Perhaps it's karma for her being
such a little gossip herself.

-Evelyn's not a gossip,
what are you talking about?

Oh, you really are
a nasty little shit.

-I'm not listening to this.

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-Hang on.

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-Look, if anyone's asking me
to dig anything,

you're doing it.

I've got a date later
and I'm not getting dirt

under these fingernails.
-A date with who?

That Harry B bloke?

-I mean, we do this every year.

Can't you just
make it look pretty?

-Troops aren't playing ball?

-Honestly, it's like Evelyn
is their mother

or something,
such hand holding.

-I suppose Evelyn had
a natural leadership

for this kind of thing.

-Some people certainly think
so, Little Miss Perfect.

-Hm, no one's perfect.

-That fella Rob definitely
seemed to have an issue,

with Evelyn at least, you know.

He just made a reference
to her gossiping.

-He has every right to.

Evelyn was awful to Rob
after George left,

implied to all and sundry
that Rob helped George

nick all her money.

That's how she got people

to vote him out
of the vice-chair role

when she wanted
to stick her buddy Laura in.

-Why didn't I know about this?

-God, Harry,
where have you been?

She even convinced Stuart,

and Stuart has hated
Rob ever since.

He can't help it, though.
Stuart is such a good man.

-Whoa!
-Oh.

-Oh, dear!

Oh!

-Here, how come you
didn't know about Rob

if you were Evelyn's friend?

-Obviously I'm
a bloody awful friend.

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-You need to get back out
with your friends, Ev.

Come back
to the committee, help us.

You know we're like headless,
bloody chickens without you.

-I just want to go to bed and
pull the covers over my head.

[ Glass shatters ]

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Have you seen Anna trying
to organize the troops?

It's gonna be a bloodbath
out there

if she doesn't get
some order soon.

-Uh, I see you
brought your employees out.

-Ah, I'm renovating
the old school at the moment,

waiting for the specialist
floor guys to come in.

I have to keep this lot busy
for a week,

and what better way
than trying to win

this competition for Evelyn?

-Oh.
[ Cellphone vibrating ]

Speak of the devil.

Hi, Evelyn.

What?

-First George and now this.

-Harry, I think that this
is my fault.

I think I led
George's money lender here.

-We can talk about that later.

Evelyn, why didn't you tell me
about Rob and George?

I mean, do you really think

that he helped George
steal your money?

-[ Sighs ] He did something,
but I didn't want you

thinking you had
to get involved, Harry.

You were coming up
to retiring from work

and you had that on your mind.
-I know.

Still, I should've
been there for you.

You don't always need to take
care of other people first.

-She does that all the time.

I came here to get away
from my awful ex.

I wanted to wallow,
but Evelyn took care of me.

-Your ex was like my dad,
I told you, Laura.

Always putting my mum down,
but look how strong you are.

You lost your home, your shop,
you got back on your feet.

-Look, I know you and George
had your ups and downs,

but he always said he loved
your get up and go.

-You know what?

You're right.
What am I doing?

George would hate to see me
like this.

I've got to pull myself
back together.

I've got to get back
into the competition.

-Good woman, that 100 grand
is not going to win itself.

-What 100 grand?

-The prize for winning
Vibrant Villages.

-I thought the prize was a cup?

-Oh, God, Harry, you're crazy.

You really think all
of the businesses

in the village would care
if the prize was a cup?

We use the money every year
to keep the village

looking so well,
then property prices go up,

and, well, it's a huge deal.

Okay, so, uh, Laura,
tell me where we're at.

-I've got pics. We're a bit all
over the place at the moment.

Needs your magic touch.

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-[ Sighs ]

Now it all makes sense.

The village wins every year

and whilst Evelyn
doesn't have the money,

she will have access to a bank
account with 100,000 in it

following the competition.

-So, George might've been
trying to cozy back in

and then someone killed him,

someone who wanted
the money for themselves.

-Mm-hmm.
-Hmm.

What do you wanna do now?

-I told you, I have a date.

-It is with that Harry B chump,
isn't it?

-Oh, mind your beeswax.

-Fine.

Well, as it so happens,
I got a date of my own planned.

-Well, I hope
it's with my granddaughter.

-Yeah, she hasn't abandoned me.

-Oh...

[ Engine starts ]

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-[ Giggling ]

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[ Speaking indistinctly ]

Hey. I didn't know
you were calling over.

-Evidently.

I wanted to surprise you,
I booked cinema tickets.

-That's lovely.

-Clearly you had other plans.

-What do you mean?

-Well, who was he?

-It's Toby.

-Toby?

-He's a friend.

-A friend you hang out with
when I'm not around?

-Well, you're not around a lot,
Fergus.

-Yeah, well, it looks like
I'm not missed.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-It means you've got Toby
to keep you company, doesn't it?

-You know what?

I don't know why you're being
like this,

but I'm not gonna
put up with it.

Go. You can give those flowers
to my gran.

-Maybe I will.
-Fine.

-Fine!
-Fine!

-Fine!

If she hadn't ditched me, too.

♪♪

[ Both laughing ]

-So, so I'm sitting
in this guy's palazzo.

Now, I should've
figured out something was up

because on the way in,
I notice that he has a moat,

and who has a moat
in Sardinia, right?

So he says to me, he says,
[Italian accent]

"Mr. Harry, they have tried
to kill me five times now.

Each time it's more genius
than the last time."

[ Normal voice ]
So I'm starting to get nervous,

and I reach for this glass
of Monfortino

that he's poured for me
and I say,

"What makes you think
they'll try a sixth time?"

And he says, [Italian accent]

"Because they have told me.

They said...

that they would poison
my favorite wine."

[ Both laughing ]

-Monfortino.

Well, I hope
you finished it.

-[ Normal voice ]
Of course I did, I mean,

if I'm gonna be
accidentally poisoned,

what better way than with
1,000-euro bottle of wine?

-A long time
since I had that wine.

-Oh, I wonder if they have it
on the menu here?

[ Both laughing ]

-So does your, uh, extensive
knowledge of wine

come from undercover
bartending?

-No.
-Mm?

-But that did teach me how to
pull the perfect head on a pint.

My father collected wines.

-Oh, I collect wine, too.

And then I drink it.

[ Both laughing ]

-I never did understand the need
to own things

and not enjoy them, you know?

Life's pleasures
gathering dust on a shelf.

-Are your parents still alive?

-Uh, my mother is sadly deceased

and my father is sadly
still fuckin' living.

-They fuck you up,
your mum and dad.

-They may not mean to,
but they do.

I love Philip Larkin.

-Oh.

Well, I, um, hmm...

I should be leaving,
i got an early start tomorrow.

You know the story, cases to
solve, murderers to catch...

-Can I...

May I see you again?

-I'll think about it.

♪♪

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

-Oh, hey, guys!
-Hey!

-You really turned
this place around.

-Yeah.
-It looks beautiful.

It's like
a real spring wonderland.

I sort of wish I could've
given you more of a hand.

-Oh, you move that banger
of a car

from outside your front gate,
that's all we can ask.

Oh, this one's a real gorgon.

-That's the judge, Fergus.
Fingers crossed.

-So, how did we do?

-Congratulations,
you're the winners.

-Oh, my gosh, thank you so much,
thank you so much.

-Hey!

[ People cheering ]

-No, no, I know you had it
all under control.

-Oh, we nearly lost
three committee members

under a collapsed trellis.

[ Laughter ]

-This is a team win.

I'm just happy to come back to
put the finishing touches on it.

-We even got our resident cynic
involved this year -- Harry.

-Ah, well, that won't be
repeated.

These fingers were made
for wine stems not weed stems.

[ Laughter ]

-A toast, to our vibrant village
and our win,

the fifth in a row.

-Cheers!
-Cheers!

-Uh-oh, we have a live one.

-Rob?

-What do you pair want?

-To find out who killed
George Summers.

-George Summers,
George Summers,

that bloody man, if I hear
his name one more time...

I mean, he's the reason
I lost my job

in the committee
in the first place.

-Okay, fella, chillax.

-So it's true.

You helped George rob Evelyn.

-No, he used me.

He was always
taking money off Evelyn,

and she got fed up
and she set up a bank account

he had no access to
and she got me to do it for her

because I was
a trusted accountant.

And then, one night,
he got me pissed,

took my key
and ransacked my office

till he found
her banking details.

As soon as Evelyn realized
he'd taken the money,

she assumed I'd helped.

-Oh...

So, you had a good reason
to hate George.

-You're looking at this
all wrong.

-Pray tell.

-You think this is about
George and money?

Well, what if it's about Evelyn?

She still loved George,
didn't she?

And then he came back.

Maybe you should be looking
at who wants

Evelyn for themselves.

-Like who?

-Stuart bloody Hendricks
for one.

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-No answer.
Where is she?

-Charlie said he sent
a patrol car last night

but nothing was amiss.

-Is everything okay?

I've been ringing her, too.

-Do you have a spare key
to the house?

-Yeah.

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-Shit.

Is this the money lenders,
Harry?

Is this my fault?

-The competition money, Laura,
when does that get paid?

-It lands in the account today.

-And presumably
Evelyn's signature

is required to access it?

-Well, her passcode, but, yes.

♪♪

-Fergus!

♪♪

-The nerve of you to come
back here again

after the little stunt
you pulled last time.

And now you think that
I've kidnapped George's ex-wife

and I'm holding her hostage
until she does a bank transfer.

What do you think I am?

-I think you're the kind
of person who throws bricks

through
an innocent woman's window.

-So what?

So I got one of my boys
to scare her a little.

That's the business I'm in.

Brick through a window,

broken finger or two,
old school.

But I'm not in the business
of kidnapping or murder.

-Oh, you're an honorable
money lender?

And yet you tried to scare the
life out of my colleague here.

-It wasn't --
it wasn't that scary.

-Well, you should've been.

I should thank you for leading
us to Evelyn Summers.

We knew George had an ex
somewhere with a few bob,

but for some reason, he seemed
reluctant to tap her for cash.

His debt is now her debt.

Now, I think you two
should leave

before I get one of me boys
to give you a hand out

and don't even think

about ringing
your little Garda pig pal.

-That Garda was my son.

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-Alright, thanks, thank you.

Um, you've all heard our dear,
dear Evelyn is missing.

We're going to help
the police form a search party.

We will look everywhere
until we find our beloved chair.

And if she is gone from us
forever,

she will stay in our hearts.

-Dear God.

-I've all my men ready to go.

We'll search the seafront,

the parks,
knock on every door.

We'll not rest
until we find her safe.

-I imagine she's done a runner
because she murdered her hubby

and ran off
with the competition prize.

-Right, you little fucker,
come here!

-Stuart!
-Great.

Hey, alright, come on.

-He's the perfect specimen
of manhood, isn't he?

See how strong he is?

Do you want one of these
for the search by the way?

We're helping all we can.
It's only a fiver a flask.

-Break it up.

Hey, don't even think about it.

What age are you, hey?

Come on, grow up!

-Where's Laura?
-What?

Oh, her, she said
she might go off

for a few days
so she wasn't at risk.

-Why would she be at risk?

-The vice chair has the other
half of the passcode

on the competition account.

It's a security measure.

Laura's got it in her head
some money lender has taken

Evelyn to force her to reveal
her part of the code

and Laura's next.

-Why didn't she tell us that?

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-Laura?

Laura, are you here?

-No signs of a break-in
in the kitchen or in here,

but that back-door lock
was very easy to break, Harry.

-A bit empty, isn't it?

-Yeah, it's weird.

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Huh.

Just a few coins in the drawer,
and that's it.

We should get out of here
and call the Guards.

-What coins?

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Oh, my God.

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-I've brought you some water.

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-Laura...

let me go.

-I can't do that, Evelyn.

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Look, I don't want
to hurt you, okay?

I just need your help with the
passcode for the bank transfer,

and then I will send
Harry a text

and let her know
exactly where you are.

I'm not dangerous.

-You're not dangerous?

You attacked me...

and you killed my George.

-Yeah, but that was necessary.

-Fergus, these coins
are Gamblers Recovery chips.

You get these
with every milestone.

Laura's been in and out of it
for years

by the looks of things.

-So you're saying
that she knew George?

-I imagine so,
but her little plan,

it was inspired by a book
she read --

Henry James'
"The Golden Bowl."

It's about a man who falls in
love with an impoverished woman,

but he marries a rich heiress,

then he and the first
girlfriend,

conspire to swindle the heiress.

-Well, where could
she have taken Evelyn?

Oh, hang on, there's one place

that Stuart is staying
out of all week,

and chances are Laura
would've known about it.

-Where's that?

-The school building
he's renovating.

-Fergus, you bloody genius.

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-George told me
everything about you.

He was so eager to do well
in Gamblers Recovery.

I think he thought
you'd take him back.

But the whole time all I heard
was Evelyn's so good,

she wins
that competition every year.

-He trusted you.

-I needed him to.

I didn't have his willpower.

I'd started gambling again
and...

I owed a lot more money
than George.

I learned everything about you,
your parents' breakup,

your abusive dad,
how you hated Rob Rogers.

It was...

It was so easy
to insert myself into your life.

-I tried to be a friend to you.

George tried to be a friend
to you.

-He did,

until he realized
I was gonna scam you.

He found out I was here
and somehow put it all together.

That night I warned him
to stay away,

but he insisted
on going to you.

He wanted to be your knight
in shining armor.

Gobshite.

-You really are an evil bitch.

[ Door opens ]

I'm up here!
I'm up here!

[ Muffled screaming ]

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-No, Fergus, follow her!
Evelyn, you alright?

-Hurry! Knife!

Oh, thank God, Harry.

It's -- it's not safe.
Get Fergus!

It's not safe.
-Christ, you're right.

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Fergus!

Fergus, stop!

It's not safe!

Oh!

Oh!

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-Oh.

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-Yes.

Yes.[ Chuckles ]

Evelyn's fine.

Stuart's bringing
her home after a check-up.

Sounds like a very happy man.

-Wow, poor Anna.

-Yeah, indeed.

I guess Stuart now has a shot
at Evelyn's affections.

Speaking of young love,
where's Lola?

I thought she was coming here
with you, Charlie?

-She changed her mind,
said she was studying.

-On her own or...?

-I dunno.

Oh, um, by the way,
you don't need to worry

about Bridie Cullen anymore.

Your recording of her
admitting to one of her boys

throwing that brick

was all we needed
to give her a good scare.

-Harry's idea.

-Mm, a bloody good one.

-Yes, well, that's one
money lender dealt with.

-Yeah.

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-Well, looking as lovely
as always.

-Hold that thought.

You're a Dublin man, aren't you?

With a Dublin mammy?

-I certainly am, Paula,
I certainly am.

-Well, then you know full well
when a Dublin mammy's not happy,

Happy.

And I'm not happy, Happy.

If you ever come near
my children again

and threaten them

or bribe them or tell them
that they owe you anything,

I will chop your bollocks off
and put it into my famous

Dublin coddle, do you understand
what I'm saying?

Just nod.

Right, let's go
to that restaurant then.

We'll be having champagne,
of course.

And do you know?
I think I fancy lobster.

Get a wriggle on, Nigel.

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-Happy's name's...
-Nigel.

-Nigel.

[ Laughter ]

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