All language subtitles for The Bay - S05E06 - Aflevering 6_Subtitles01.ENG

Okay, well,
we have two options.

We can pretend
it never happened.

Or, you know, talk about it.

I vote for pretend
it never happened.

Yeah.
- Guys, come on.

Erin?
- Can I take this to my room?

No, you can't.
- I'm taking it to my room.

No cereal.

Oh... sorry.

Sooner I get a place
of my own the better.

You should've thought of that
before you got sacked.

Didn't you hate
me working there anyway?

I didn't say that.

Hm, "should have took
a leaf out of Conor's book."

Oh, don't drag me into it.

I just meant you
should think about your future.

Yeah, well, my future's
buggered now because of her.

No, what? Hang... No.

Jenn was not caught
with her hand in the till.

Yeah, I wasn't!
- You know what I mean.

This is on you, Erin.
- She could've done something.

She could've stepped up
and she could've helped me

and she didn't.

Yeah, I... I know.
I know that, I'm sorry.

Are you sneaking off?

Got to get to work.

Oh, well, go on then.
Run away, as usual.

So, we're doing this, are we?

If you've got something to say,
go right ahead and say it.

I don't know why you came here,

if I'm such a disappointment
to you.

I never said that.
- You didn't have to!

Every decision I ever make
is wrong.

Joining the police,
getting married,

getting divorced, moving here.

Even the way
I'm bringing up the kids.

Well, you spoil them.

That's not my fault.
- See.

Because you feel guilty,
because you're always at work.

So then when you are here,
you indulge them.

Or maybe I'm trying to give them
all the things I didn't get.

I mean,
did that ever occur to you?

Don't give me that,
you wanted for nothing.

Really?
- When you were little,

you were always well turned out.

I'm not talking about clothes,
Mum.

Then what are you talking about?

Love.

Don't you dare.

You wanted me to tell the truth.

You think we had it easy?

You were a nightmare!

The nights I stayed up
waiting for you, worried sick.

You have no idea.

No, I don't.
Because you never showed me.

All I ever get is disapproval.
And it was the same with Dad.

I mean, I never said...
- Oh, thank God,

you didn't throw
that back in his face.

"Oh by the way,
Dad, you were a terrible father.

You were terrible parents."

No, I'm not saying that.

I know it wasn't easy.

Everything I ever do is to prove
myself to you and to Dad.

But it was never good enough.

And I know I might
not have dealt with it.

I've been running away from it,
but you can't run away forever.

Look, I've got a job to do.

Well, don't let me stand
in your way.

Tony, wait. Wait on me.
- I'm alright.

I'm alright, I can do it.
- Watch yourself.

Just wait!
- I'm fine. Aargh!

Sorry. Just...
- That...

That's the bit that hurts...
- Okay.

Sorry.
Just... careful, mind that step.

Look, Sinead, I'm not
a complete invalid, you know?

Er, yes, you are.

Now shut up and shift your arse,
come on.

Now don't forget
to take your tablets.

Yes, I will.

Don't forget what
the doctor said -

-Look, go on.
You're gonna be late for work.

No, I think I should call in.

Sinead, we've just
talked about this!

You sure you're gonna be okay
on your own?

No, alright!

Now there's loads of stuff
in the fridge.

Just give me a call
if you need anything...

Look, look, look,
will you just bugger off?

Please.

Alright.
- Hmm.

This is me buggering off.
- Yeah.

Okay. Right, see ya!

Yeah, you will.

Bye!

Craig Ashworth's being charged

with "Conspiracy to commit
burglary other than a dwelling."

He's due to be released
on bail this morning.

But because his father-in-law,
Tommy Campbell,

could be called as a witness,

he's not permitted to go within
200 meters of his address.

Which obviously means
he's not permitted

to go to the family home either.

DS Townsend,
can you let the family know?

Ma'am.

DC McLaren?

I've been looking into
the plastic containers

from Cal O'Neill's van.

We've enhanced this
as much possible...

These numbers might help
us to identify them.

Unfortunately,
we can't see them all.

What are they?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Sorry to interrupt, Ma'am.

What is it?

Just something's been handed in.

It was recovered from the
recycling depot at Cross Keys.

One of the workers recognised it
from the photo we put out.

Shit. State of it.

Well, it's just been dug
out of a rubbish dump.

How would you look?

The machinery probably
damaged it.

Or someone did it on purpose.

Get on to tech forensics,

see if they recover
anything from the hard drive.

No sign of a phone.

DS Clarke,
get the search team together.

Secure the recycling site.

Shut it down,
comb every inch of it.

And talk to whoever found this.

If Hannah's phone was in it,

there may be a chance
it's still there.

Ma'am.
- To work then.

You were right.

What about?

The future.

I'm not going anywhere now,
am I?

Hey. Hey, don't say that.

It's true though.

I mean,
what am I going to do now?

Well, I mean...

what do you want to do?

I don't know,

I've got no idea...

I think
that's part of the problem,

I don't think I've never known.

Well, that's not true, is it?

I mean, when you were a kid, you
erm,

you wanted to be a gymnast.

You were on the thing...

then you'd start rolling.

Yeah, I know, I wanted to be
a member of Little Mix too,

but I think I might
have left it a bit late.

Maybe.

It's like Conor...

I mean, he's off to uni,
and then...

then Jenn.

Jenn?

Well, yeah.

She knows who she is,

she does a job she wants to do,
and she's good at it.

And she's out there making
a difference and helping people.

Yeah, but that didn't come easy.

Right?

It wasn't handed to her
on a plate.

She had to,
she's had to work for it.

You see, her mum and dad
didn't support her, right?

They didn't want her
to be in the police

so she had to do all
of that by herself.

It was hard.

So, Jenn,

she's not as sorted
as you think.

Far from it.

He's not allowed
to come here

but there's nothing
preventing him contacting you.

You don't have to see him
if you don't want to.

That is up to you.

I don't know what I want.
I can't think straight.

I'm going to give you a minute.

It's the lie,

that's the worst bit.

He's looked me in my face

and he's lied over
and over and over again.

Even the night Hannah died.

I can't trust him to be

where he said
he was going to be.

It's no good that!
It's no good, is it?

I know.

Listen, there are people
who can help

that specialise
in gambling addiction.

No, we've already tried all
of that.

CBT, therapies,
12 Step program, sponsors.

None of it works.

He says he's going to change

and then he doesn't change.

No! No, I've had enough.

I don't want to see him.

I don't want to do it anymore.

I don't want to see him.

Craig, you shouldn't be here.

I need to see Julie.
- You can't.

You're breaking your
bail conditions.

I just want to talk to her.

You can't.
- Five minutes.

By rights,
I should be arresting you.

What are you doing here?
- Julie, you don't have to?

What, you've come
for your stuff, have you?

No.

Well, yeah, maybe... I...
- Yeah?

Alright, well I'll have
it packed up and sent to you.

Is that it?

Look, I know I fucked up.

Too right you fucked up!
- Oh, don't, dad...

Tommy...

Julie, can we talk?
Please?

Sorry.

You've already said that.

I do love you, you know?

Too late now, isn't it?

Right, I'd better...

Craig?

Take care.

Yeah. You too.

We're going up on the third.

No, nothing yet, boss.

Nothing here!

Anything?
- No, nothing.

Find!
- Find!

I understand,
but with the investigation

at this crucial stage

I'm sorry, Sir.
I'll call you back.

It's dead but
at least it's all in one piece.

We might get something
out of it.

DC McLaren?

See if you can extract the data.

Update on the laptop,
DC McLaren.

Tech forensics have been
able to recover the data.

It'll take a while
for them to go through it all,

but these are the documents that
Hannah accessed most recently.

We need to find out
what they are.

I can talk to the guy
at the Environment Agency?

Phil Bainbridge.
He might be able to help.

One thing did jump out though.

The night Hannah died,

her laptop connected to
this WiFi router.

Pembroke72.

It'd already connected a number
of times over previous months.

But this was the night she died?

Right.

But somebody connected
her laptop

to that router after 10:00 p.m.

After the time of death.

See if you can get the address
from the internet provider.

It could take a while, Ma'am.
You know what they're like.

Well, you'd better
get on with it.

Soon as you've finished here.

Okay, we've made progress
on Hannah's phone.

Hannah's last call
was to Cal at 17:30

just before she left
the library.

But she also messaged somebody
after that on an encrypted app.

It says,
"Don't tell anyone.

But I was right.
The numbers don't add up.

I'm going to talk to him."

It was sent to a user called
"Gameface2000."

Elliot.

What are you doing here?

All the marking that I forgot
about while we were Ofsteding.

Snap.
- Oh, yeah.

So how are you?
Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. Okay, yeah.

I see what you mean about Jenn.

It's a lot to put on you.

Yeah, well...

story of my life at the moment.

Well, I know things are dire

when you're drinking
that staffroom instant crap.

Oh, yeah. Thank you.

I know it feels like it, but...

you're not alone, Chris.

You know, you've been,
like, amazing erm...

Lately, like,
so supportive and...

just a great mate.

And erm...

like, you know,
if I needed any ear or...

you know, when Jenn's
been at work or, or whatever...

erm, yeah... so erm...

thanks.

It's fine.

But I hope, erm...

I haven't, well, given you
the wrong signal or anything?

Have I given you the wrong -

No, course not...
I hope I haven't.

No, course not.

No, of course not. No.

No, I just want to be
your friend, Chris.

Cool.

Cool.

Yeah.

Right, well, I'd best
get back to this marking then.

Yes!

I'll er...
I'll see you later.

Yeah.

She said she was
going to talk to someone.

But who?

Elliot definitely knows more
than he's letting on.

We'll have to tread carefully,
Ma'am.

We'll need
an Appropriate Adult to sit in.

He's a grown man.

He's neurodiverse.

He'll need someone
to support him.

He's a murder suspect.

We need to find out
what he knows.

Elliot, I want to show
you something.

Hannah sent that message the day
she died via an encrypted app.

She sent it to somebody with
the username "Gameface2000."

When we first met,
we asked if you

had any messages
from Hannah on your phone.

You said no.

But when we found Hannah's
phone, this came up.

Can you account for that?

No comment.

Did you delete Hannah's
messages, Elliot?

No, no comment.
Why did you do that?

DS Townsend, my client

hasn't admitted
anything of the sort...

It's just basic
cyber security,

isn't it?

But you didn't delete
everything.

Just the messages from Hannah.

Why was that, Elliot?

She said not to tell anyone.

Hmm.

When she says
"The numbers don't add up,"

What numbers does she mean?

No comment.

In her text, Hannah said,
"I'm going to talk to him."

Who was she going to talk to?

No. Comment.

Did you try and stop
her talking to this person?

No.

Look at this, Elliot.
What are these containers for?

Don't know.

What do you think
those numbers mean?

They...
they might be coordinates.

Coordinates?

Longitude and latitude.

But, but you'd need
the full thing to be sure.

You can't tell
without all the numbers.

Latitude and longitude of what?

I could try a search
with the partial coordinates?

See what that gives us.

That lands us smack bang
in the middle of the Bay.

Cross reference with
the crime scenes

and any sites that have come up
in the investigation.

Where did you get this?

It was on Hannah Dawson's
laptop.

She shouldn't have had this.

It's confidential.
- What is it exactly?

I really don't have time
for this.

Can we talk after?
- No.

Ok.

We monitor levels of pollution
in the Bay,

testing for impurities
in the water.

Then independent experts
access the data.

And what does it show?

The figures are very clear.
The water's clean.

It complies
with regulatory standards

as set by the government.

The thing is...

this report
hasn't been released yet,

it's embargoed.

It's not even finalised.

So why did Hannah have it?

I don't know.

She shouldn't have had access.

She must have hacked
into our system somehow.

What was Hannah working on,
Elliot?

No comment.
- Oh, come on, Elliot!

This is Hannah
we're talking about.

I know!
- Well then.

I don't...
I just don't...

What?
You don't want to what?

I don't want to get her
into trouble.

How can you get her
into trouble, Elliot?

How can you get her
into trouble now?

She's gone.

She's dead.

Do you know how she died,
Elliot?

She was strangled.

Whoever did this,

it was up close,
it was intimate.

She must have been terrified.

It wasn't me!

Then help us find out
who it was.

Hang on, what's that?

Er, textile company Clarkie
went to, but it was a dead end.

Check the exact coordinates.

It's a match.

Where's DS Clarke now?

Get him on the phone.

Nobody's home.
- Well, it's Sunday.

I rang Mark Scanlan
but he's not answering.

Hmm, we could just have a look?

Ma'am?

I think we've found something.

Elliot, were you in love
with Hannah?

She was my friend.

Then help us find out
what happened.

Who was she going to talk to
that day?

Her supervisor.

David Wallasey.

Get his address
and anything else you can find.

We need to do a deep dive.

Financial records,

background checks,
work associations.

All due respect, Ma'am,
that's going to take time.

He could be destroying evidence
as we speak.

DS Townsend, we don't have
enough to make an arrest.

All we have is circumstantial.

I know.
Look, I've talked to him.

He knows me.

Maybe if I go in
on the down low,

I can get him to open up.

Please trust me on this.

Go.

I'll send backup.

Hi.
- Hi.

I'm just heading out.
- Oh, this won't take long.

Are you on your own?

I thought weekends were
family time?

Yeah, they're at the shop.
Should be back soon.

I just wanted to ask you
about Hannah's work.

You said something
about data modelling?

Yeah, she was working
on a study of coastal erosion.

Why?

It's just
that we've found her phone,

and she sent a message
to a friend the day she died,

and we were hoping
you could shed some light on it.

What does she mean,
the numbers don't add up?

I've no idea. Sorry.

She didn't talk to you about it?

No.

We've also recovered data
from Hannah's laptop.

But we can't make head
nor tail of it.

It'd be useful to get
your professional opinion.

Of course.
Anything I can do to help.

Can I see?

Yeah.

When we first talked,

you said that
your relationship with Hannah

was purely professional,
student and supervisor?

That's right.

Then why was she here?

She wasn't.

Hannah's laptop
connected to your WiFi router

ten times
in the past six months?

Why?

Sorry. I...

I do work from home
sometimes.

We had some supervision
sessions here.

David, was Hannah here
the night she died?

Because her laptop was.

I'm sorry, I'm going
to have to ask you to leave.

David Wallasey,
I'm arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of Hannah Dawson.

You're joking...
- You do not have to say anything

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention

when questioned something which
you later rely on in court.

I want you to leave now.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

Do you understand?

This is ridiculous.
- Do you understand?

Dad, we're back!

Yes.
- I want to wear this to school.

What's that?
What's happening?

What's going on?

David.

Daddy!

David, what's going on?

The police just need my help.

You work as
a university lecturer, correct?

Yes.

Do you have
any other sources of income?

No.

Then how do you explain
the series of payments

between four and six thousand
pounds per month

paid into your bank account
over the last couple of years?

What were these payments for?

Consultancy work.

What does that mean,
exactly?

Liaising with industry,
working with outside partners.

We looked into these payments.

They came from a company
called Vita Textiles.

What were they paying you for?

I told you, consultancy work.

Do you know this man?

No.

What about now?

Mark Scanlan,
the owner of Vita Textiles.

I asked you earlier
about documents

we found on Hannah's laptop.

In your professional opinion,
what would you say this is?

Data from water testing
in the Bay.

Can you explain to us, in
layman's terms, how this works?

The raw data's collected,

then sent on to
independent experts to audit it.

Independent experts like you?

I told you,
I do consultancy work.

Including for
the Environment Agency?

Did you know that Hannah
was carrying out her own tests

in the Bay, along with Cal?

Collecting samples and
looking at levels of pollution?

I don't know anything
about that.

And that data, Hannah's data,

showed significant amounts
of pollution,

including TBP, in the water.

Specifically in this area,

around the outflow pipe
at Vita Textiles.

But the official data,
from the Environment Agency,

after you'd processed it,
that tells a different story.

Doesn't it?

Can I just remind you
of your right to no comment?

It depends
how you interpret the figures.

What is there to interpret?

It's not black and white.

It is black and white.

It's there...
in black and white.

The data Hannah collected,

and the data you audited

for the Environment Agency.

Hannah discovered
far higher readings of pollution

than you reported.

"The numbers don't add up."

That's why Hannah went to see
you that night, isn't it?

No.

Then why did she go to see you?

I don't know...

Hey.

Can I come in?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

She just turned up out
of the blue.

Sunday night.

Laura and the kids
were at her mum's.

Were you in a relationship
with Hannah?

No.

No, but...

she had feelings for me.

She told me her and Cal
used to have rows about it.

The amount of time
she spent with me.

The fact she talked about me
all the time.

She was infatuated.

Was she, though?

Or was she just interested
in the work

you were doing
for Vita Textiles?

Taking backhanders?

Covering up pollution
in the Bay.

That's what she found out.

That's why you did it.

Perhaps not the best vintage...

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I have to go.

Hannah...

Hannah, wait.
Hannah, wait!

No!

Come here!
- I believed in you.

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

You piece of shit.

How much did you get?

I hope it was worth it!

Hannah!
- I spoke to Cal.

He knows I'm here.

He knows everything.

Come here!

Come here...

No! No!

I can't even remember
what happened.

Can't or won't?

I didn't mean to hurt her,
I swear.

I thought the world of her.

I loved her.

You loved her.

That young woman,

that young life,
so full of promise.

And you,
you just snuffed it out.

And for what? For money?

To protect your reputation?

So, what happened then?

I panicked.

I didn't know what to do.

And what about Cal?

You kill him too?

I had nothing to do with that.

I called Mark.

He said we couldn't risk
being found out.

He said he'd handle it. I...

I didn't know what
they were going to do, I swear.

When I found out, I was...

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

David Wallasey's
been charged with the murder

of Hannah Dawson and conspiracy
to murder Cal O'Neill.

We've also issued a warrant
for the arrest

of Mark Scanlan
of Vita Textiles.

He and his associates
are now wanted for murder

and conspiracy to commit fraud.

DS Townsend,

can you speak
to Hannah's family?

I want them to hear it from you

before they hear it
from anywhere else.

Ma'am.

DS Clarke,
inform Cal's last foster family

about the latest developments.

DS Hobson, can I have a word?

In my office.

I'll leave you to it.

Have a seat.

Can I ask what this is about?

I'll give you three guesses.

The incident at the vigil's
been escalated to my office

by the other officer involved.

Sir...

All you had to do was apologise.

I had nothing to apologise for.

Well then, you're now facing
a charge of Gross Misconduct.

Until the investigation's
completed

you're suspended
from duty.

Now go on.

Clear your desk.
Go home.

Are you ready?

Erm, I'm not going.

I've been suspended.

You what?

Shit.

I've got to...
- I know.

Go on.

Boss?
You shouldn't be here.

Oh, don't you start.
Where's the fire?

We charged Hannah's murderer.

David Wallasey.
Going to tell the family now.

Okay, go on.
I'll see you later.

Okay.

I really appreciate
what you've done.

I'll... I'll get on to Estates,
get this place fixed up.

Mm.

Tony.

What are you doing here?

Er, I work here.

Well, I did.

DI Manning,
I expect you'll want a briefing?

Er, no. No, you're okay.
I know you're busy.

Aren't you coming back to work?

No, I've been signed
off by the doctor.

Paperwork's with HR.
I just came to get some stuff,

say hi to the team.

Well, er...
thanks for stepping in.

I hear you played a blinder.

We managed. Just about.

Hm.

Maybe I can have a word,
talk him 'round?

I just...

I don't know
if my heart's in it anymore.

Don't know if I believe in it
anymore.

Boss.
- Yes.

Alright. Alright, Clarkie.

I love you, too.

You're kidding me?

What is it?

We got him.

She was investigating pollution
in the Bay

and the people covering it up.

That's how she came
into contact with TBP,

collecting samples in the Bay.

Her and Cal.

Does Julie know?
- No, not yet.

I wanted to tell you first.

Thank you.

The textile company's
being shut down.

And we've issues warrants for
the arrests of Cal's killers.

It'll take some time,

but there will be
a major clean-up operation.

That's all down
to Hannah and Cal.

That were my granddaughter
all over.

She grew up hearing me
banging on about it.

It used to be teaming with life,
the Bay.

Salmon, seabass, shrimp.

Used to be scores of fishing
boats going out every morning.

Now there's hardly any.
Well, hopefully, that'll change.

And David Wallasey will be
behind bars.

Can we see him?
Can we meet him?

Do you want to?

I want to look him in the eye.

No, no, I'd
like to break his fucking neck.

Dad.

What good's
that gonna do, eh?

Will this be the last time
that we'll see you then?

No.

No, I'll still be your
Family Liaison Officer,

through the court process
and after.

If you've got any questions,
or you just want a chat

or a pint, you can give me
a call any time, day or night.

Thank you.

We would never have managed it
without you.

Steve.
- Yeah, I know.

I'm not staying. I'm
just bringing our Bradley back.

Do you want to come in?

Tommy.
- Steve.

Bradley, go
and make your dad a cup of tea.

Go on, lad.
I'll give you a hand.

Don't be getting any ideas.

It's just a cup of tea.

Fair enough.

I still can't believe it,
can you?

She's gone.

No.

Can I, er...?

Yeah.

Doing alright, then, yeah?
- Yeah.

Take care, Boss.

I thought you were coming back
to work?

No.

I'm... I'm taking
some time off.

Doctor's orders.

Really good to see you, Boss.
- Ta.

You are coming back, though?

You're not leaving leaving?

No. No, of course not.

What, can you see me
taking up gardening?

Or golf?

I'd go off my nut.

But doctor's right.

Sinead's right.

"Work isn't everything."

See you later.

See you.
- Hm.

Hey.
- Hey.

So...

...last night.

I know.

I lost it. I'm sorry.

We all ask too much of you.

But if you keep
bottling that up,

until you snap,
that is not fair on anyone.

Right? Look, the kids,
they were scared.

I was scared.

I'm sorry.
- If we'd talked about this...

like, if we'd really
talked about it,

we could have stopped it
from happening, right?

About what?

Everything.

I think maybe I went back
to work too soon.

After my dad.

I think maybe I wasn't ready.

Now Boss is off sick.
Karen's suspended.

Everything's changing.

Maybe I need to do the same.

What are you doing?

Are you just going to run away?

I know when I'm not wanted.

Oh, come on, Mum.
I want to make this work.

I'm not a kid anymore.

I'm a grown woman with a life
and a career

and a family of my own.

Well, bully for you.

Mum!

Look, maybe we just accept
that we don't like each other

and we're never
going to get on...

or maybe we make an effort.

We put the work in.

We make it work.

You don't think I like you?

You don't think I love you?

Just because I'm
not all touchy-feely

and happy-clappy
doesn't mean I don't love you.

'Course I love you.
I love the bones of you.

Well, would it hurt
to tell me sometimes?

I just did.

Don't go.

Here you go.

You're alright.

What?

Nothing.

Sinead?

Just a week ago,

we were pootling along
without a care in the world

and, suddenly,
out of the blue, all this.

Look, erm...

you're not under any obligation
to, er...

What?

Stay.

I'll be, er...
I'll be fine on my own.

I'll manage.

Shut up, you eejit.

You shut up.

Are you okay?

Weirdly...

I kind of am.

Yeah?
- Yeah.

I had a chat with Gran.

She actually had
some good advice.

Really?
- Yeah.

Like what?

Just, er...

time to move on.

Oh, God, don't say that.

It's true, though.
- I know.

Er... Jenn? Sorry.

No, it's okay.
What's up?

I was just wondering,

this voluntary work
at the foodbank,

do you think it can lead
to something else?

Like what?

I don't know,
just help people.

Like social work
or something like that?

Maybe, yeah.

Erm, I know a few people.
I can make some calls for you.

Yeah, that'd be great, yeah.
Thanks.

It's ready.
- Finally.

My stomach thinks
my throat's been cut!

Charming.

Is this mine?
- Yeah, take that one.

Oh, lovely.

Oh, er, this is really nice.