All language subtitles for Unforgotten - 06x01

Evening.

Hey.

Can I get you a drink
or are you waiting for someone?

- No, it's, er, just me.
- Awesome.

Er... do you do the Malbec
in a half bottle?

We don't, I'm afraid,
but we do have the...

Oh, sorry. I need to get this.

No worries.

- Give me a shout when you're ready.
- Will do.

- Fran.
- Sorry to disturb you, boss.

No, no, it's fine.
I was just, er... chilling.

Er, so, Emfleet nick just called.

They've got suspected human remains
found in Whitney Marsh.

- OK.
- Dr Balcombe's on her way.

- I can cover for tonight, but...
- No, no need.

I hadn't got home yet anyway.
Text me the address, OK?

- Everything OK?
- Awesome.

Hey, guys!

Hi, Mum!

Did you have a good day?

- Yeah, it was OK.
- Yeah, thanks.

Hey. Good timing.

- Hey.
- How you doing? That's for you.

Wow...

To what do I owe this?

Nothing.

I just thought you'd like it.

Hey, Sunny.

Yeah.

Yeah...

Yeah, just let me grab a pen.

No, you're fine.
You're fine. Fire away.

Yeah?

- And it's adult?
- Yeah.

- Can we tell yet if it's male or female?
- No.

So, is there anything here
to suggest this isn't some...

drunk from a hundred years ago
that fell in and drowned

before all this was drained?

Could be that, yep.
A few things to note, though...

That's a Harrington rod.
It's used to treat scoliosis.

We didn't really get them
in the UK till the early '70s,

and they were still in common usage
till about 20 years ago.

So this is relatively recent?

- Within the last 50 years or so.
- Right.

But perhaps more significantly,

and I've only given it
a very cursory wash...

That's the top of the spine.
Do you see, if I go in close?

Are they cut marks?

I'd like
to look at them under a microscope,

but, yeah, even to the naked eye,

they look like cut or saw marks to me.

So my guess is this isn't someone

who fell in and then
whose body decomposed,

broke up, and was dispersed
over a few decades.

My guess is this body was put
in there, already dismembered.

♪ All we do is hide away

♪ All we do is All we do is hide away

♪ All we do is lie and wait

♪ All we do is
All we do is lie and wait

♪ I've been upside down

♪ I don't wanna be The right way round

♪ Can't find paradise On the ground. ♪

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking...

..why did my husband cook me sea bass?

He's never cooked me sea bass
in his life.

He's never cooked me anything,
to be honest.

Do you like sea bass?

I do.

You could start there.

I could, couldn't I?

But all OK?

Yeah, good.

So... You dismember someone,
you don't do it out here,

you don't do it in the open, obviously,

so you take the parts here,
already separated.

Which means almost
certainly in a vehicle.

Yeah.

And you wanna spread it
as far as you dare.

A pile of body parts in one place
slightly negates the point.

Although body parts are way
heavier than you think, so...

you don't want to carry them any
further than you absolutely have to.

Well, the car park's there,

so 200 yards that way, 200 yards that?

Yeah. And then...

Realistically, how far could someone,

anyone, even a strong bloke,
throw bits of a body?

Depends on how small the parts are,
I guess.

Dismembering a body's hard work.

You don't wanna do any more cutting
than you absolutely have to.

OK, so let's say they did...

your basic dismemberment.

Head, arms, legs, torso.

Knees and toes, knees and toes?

So, the arm's gonna be the lightest.
How far can you lob an arm?

This is what I entered policing for.

Or they could have climbed in.
Walked it right in.

Ah, no-one's climbing in.

They're already scared
of being discovered.

No, they just wanna do everything
as quickly as possible

and get the hell out of here.

They don't wanna be wading through
that mud, possibly getting stuck.

They're lobbing it in
from this footpath.

OK, so, realistically,
how far could you chuck an arm?

- 20 feet? 30?
- Maximum.

OK, well, let's search 200 yards
either side of here and then...

40 feet out, just to
be on the safe side.

And depending on what we find, we
can think again in a couple of days.

Cool. I'll link in with PolSA.

That it, then?

Sorry, yeah. Let's head.

- So, how'd he do it?
- The killer?

- Steve. The sea bass.
- Oh. Right.

No idea. I'll let you know tomorrow.

To be fair, though,
he probably did murder it.

OK, I'm not quite sure which part
of this you're not getting,

but let me explain it to you
one more time, Melinda.

No-one gives a toss
how old she was then.

They're looking at her now.

I am just saying that she was a minor.

She was basically groomed,
and if you take...

And within weeks, she was watching her
new husband decapitate British citizens,

which didn't bother her
one tiny little bit. So... we good?

- We're good.
- All right, talk tomorrow, babe.

OK, studio,
that's five seconds to live, please.

Three... two...

Which two houses
fought the Wars of the Roses?

Lancaster and York, sir.

The houses of Lancaster and York
fought the Wars of the Roses.

Question five. How often are
general elections held in the UK?

Every five years. Unfortunately.

Elections are held every five years.

- Why does it matter what sort of...
- I'm just asking if she started it.

Because if she was merely
defending herself, then...

Right, well, no, sorry, we have
a number of independent witnesses

who said that Taylor made
a completely unprovoked attack

on another pupil...

How do you know
it was without provocation?

And given that this is
the third such incident,

we do now have to suspend her
for five days.

My God, you'd better be so sure
of your ground here.

- Mrs Cooper.
- She is a vulnerable child.

You know her history.

And we are fully committed
to supporting...

Thirty grand a year.

And you can't even cope
with a kid getting into a scrap.

She needs to know that
this is unacceptable behaviour.

I have lectures until 12, so
the earliest I can get there is two.

That's absolutely fine.

We'll have all her stuff...

Sorry, Dad.

And happy birthday.

Hey, guys.

- Hey.
- Hey, baby.

- Hey, sweetie.
- You wanna take a break?

No, no. No, no. I wanna see...

I wanna see if I can get to the end.

OK. Chair. Chair. Chair.

Yep, yeah, yeah.

Hey.

Oh, baby.

You are doing great.
I'm so proud of you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Is it a dog or a bitch?

Is it a dog or a bitch?

- Er... it's a boy.
- What's his name?

- It's Barney.
- Can I take a photo of him?

- I'm sorry?
- I take photos of dogs.

Right. I'd rather not,
if you don't mind.

I've got 476.

28 different breeds.
My favourite is a golden lab.

My least favourite is German Shepherd.

My rarest is a Bichon Frise.
I only got two Bichon Frise.

So, that's all my news.

Erm... not exactly scintillating,
I know, but, er...

Anyway, I'm at a bit of a loose end
this weekend and, er...

wondered if you wanted to come
and see the ABBA thing with me.

My shout, obviously.

- Well, that sounds fun.
- I could cancel.

Er, no, no, no, don't cancel your mum.

Erm... listen,
have a look in your diary,

see if you've got a free weekend
coming up in the next month or so.

I'm pretty flexible.

Be lovely to see you and Aisha
before the end of term.

Do you know, it's...
No, no, you get away, OK.

- Love you. Bye.
- Lots of love, Gem.

Bye.

- Hi, Mum.
- The clinic just rang.

You're meant to be there, Martin.

- Oh.
- I reminded you so many times.

No, Mum, I... I forgot.

Just... get there now!

Oh...

blimey.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.
The meeting point's that way.

Come on, go!

OK.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Erm, so the marsh was actually
drained once before, in 2009.

OK.

The same development as this one, but the
contractor went bankrupt after the crash.

- How long did it remain drained?
- Er...

nearly two years before
it was flooded again in 2011.

OK. So...

it's not impossible that bits
of a dismembered body

could lie out in the open
without being seen.

But it seems unlikely.

- Doesn't it?
- Mm-hm.

Well, that narrows down our window
to...

- more or less the last 13 years.
- Hm.

The car park also has CCTV,
so as and when,

we might wanna dig into that a bit.

Definitely, yeah. Thanks, Sunny.

Oh. So, how was the fish?

Oh. Er, yeah, lovely, yeah.

Erm... pan fried, few capers.
Delicious.

Speak later.

Jules.

- Hiya.
- Have you got a second?

I actually haven't, Paul.
Taylor's not well,

I've got to drive up
and grab her from school.

Very quickly, then...

bit of an issue with the union
and one of your students?

What issue?

All perfectly dealable with, I'm sure.

What issue?

Probably best to do it in my office
in private.

Can you maybe drop in,
end of play today?

Can it not wait until tomorrow?

No. I'd prefer to nip it in the bud
if possible.

Bit complicated.

Fine. Five?

Five's perfect. See you then.

- I'm sorry, Claire!
- It's OK, Marty.

- Mum's really cross with me.
- Not to worry.

- It's not my fault.
- These things happen.

- I just forgot.
- Absolutely.

And we can just book you
another appointment.

Can't I see Dr Renfield now?

- I'm afraid he's in with another patient.
- Please, Claire.

We've just had a cancellation,

and I can fit you in
the day after tomorrow.

- The day after tomorrow?
- Ten thirty. How's that sound?

That sounds good, Claire.

- It's not too long, is it?
- No, it's not too long.

So I'll send you an email
with all the details.

Thank you, Claire.

Tatty-bye.

Say hello to your mum for me.
Hope she's feeling better.

Nothing here.

Down a bit. Hold up.

Got something here.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

One, two, three.

Can we call DS Khan, please?

Well, it must have been
about something.

So you now just attack random girls
for literally no reason at all?

She made a joke about you and Dad.

What did she say?

That after seeing you
at parents' evening,

she wasn't surprised he topped himself.

So why didn't you tell Ms Buxton that?

Wouldn't have made a difference.

OK. So, I know it annoys you, but
I am going to suggest it again...

- I'm not talking to a therapist.
- Please...

...Taylor, I really think
it could help.

- What, like it did last time?
- You did four sessions, sweetheart.

Yeah, cos she was shit.

These things often take months...

- maybe even years...
- No.

What we went through
was a pretty seismic event.

You do it, then.

- I'm very happy to do it.
- Oh, really?

Yeah, we could go together.
Family therapy's a thing.

Right, and you'd tell them
the truth, would you?

What does that mean?

Just think about it, sweetheart,
please.

It'll make no difference
to me either way.

Sweetheart, read my lips.

I am walking...

- into that church...
- Mm-hm.

..unaided.

And if anyone can do that,
I know it's you.

All I am saying is
that I would rather have you there,

in a wheelchair,

than dead from a heart attack
from pushing yourself too hard.

I'm getting stronger every day.

I am. So get ready.

Fine.

- Mm?
- Yeah.

- Gotta work.
- Give them hell.

All day, every day.

- All day, every day.
- Mm-hm.

Ooh!

- Love you.
- I love you. See you tomorrow.

How far in?

About ten, fifteen feet from the path,

maybe a hundred yards
from the car park to the left.

Oh, we're good.

So, as you can see,
it's relatively well-preserved,

basically it was wrapped
in four layers of bin liner.

- And where are they?
- On the way to the lab.

Thank you.

Which means that pretty much nothing
has got in to assist decomposition.

The marsh water and mud have also
kept the temperature relatively low,

so pretty much all the skin and
muscle tissue is decently preserved,

alongside some saponification here.

Can we tell what sex yet?

The hair and muscle mass
both suggest male.

Even to a layman,
it looks like the top of the femur

has... has been also cut?

Yeah. There's no femoral head or ball,

and the edges of the femur itself
are rough

and flaked,
consistent with being sawed.

And this is postmortem, right?
This... This isn't what killed him.

No, there's no arterial gaping,
no evidence of trauma response.

So, with what we have,

is there anything that might tell us
how he died?

I've got a leg and a spine.

And?

Easy-peasy.

We only speak English now.

No more Dari until you have a job,
your flat, your papers.

You're English now, Hass. OK?

OK.

So, a student, called Liz Jones,
has made a complaint.

- OK.
- You know her?

She's in her last year.

OK. So...

apparently, three days ago,
she came to you and said

that she felt that the reading list

for the Death Of The Empire module
was too white.

- The authors, I mean.
- She did.

Right. And, erm...

- did you offer an opinion on this?
- Not really.

I didn't wanna get too drawn,
for obvious reasons.

How do you mean, "for obvious reasons"?

Oh, come on.

What?

Because we're all fucking terrified
of them.

Of getting something wrong.

- That is not my experience, and...
- All right, whatever, doesn't matter.

SHE SIGHS I just listened.

Anyhow, I said I'd review
the reading list for next term,

and in the meantime, gave her a
couple of books from my own collection,

written by writers of colour.

OK.

Er...

So, can I just clarify, then,

the books you offered,
these were your suggestions.

Yep.

She never asked
if you had these particular books?

She never mentioned
any specific books by name,

the two books you gave her
were entirely your idea?

- Yes.
- OK.

And can you tell me
what the two books were, please?

Er... Imperial Measures
by Linford Kobi Mackenzie.

Yep. And the other one?

OK.

I think I know what the problem is.

Marty?

Martin!

- Oh. Hi, Mum.
- Where've you been?

Went out for a nice walk,
thank you very much.

Yeah, I haven't eaten
since last night, Martin.

Could you make me a sandwich?

Yeah. I'll make you
a nice tasty sandwich.

Here you go, Mum.

So, he was below average height,

thigh-bone measurements suggest
approximately 5'8.

And age?

Bone density suggests
somewhere between 40 and 60?

OK.

Neither of which
is why I brought you here.

So... we got lucky.

A combination of mummification
and adipocere

have preserved the gross shape
of the leg pretty well.

And, against the odds,

as I was examining the leg,
I found this...

which is a puncture wound
in the upper thigh.

When I pulled back the muscle
and skin tissue,

I found it was about
an inch-and-a-half deep,

and had cut through a section
of the adductor longus.

But more pertinently for us,

it had also cut through
the superficial femoral artery.

Is this a post or ante-mortem injury?

So, this artery does show signs
of swelling and gaping.

It's responded to the inflicted injury,

which couldn't have happened
if the victim was already dead.

The femoral artery, that's a bad one
to cut through, right?

- That's a very bad one to cut through.
- So...?

The artery's completely bisected.

Someone with this injury would have
suffered catastrophic blood loss.

- How catastrophic?
- They would have been unconscious

within a minute or two,
and as a result of that,

they'd have suffered
a cardiac arrest minutes later.

So this could be
a potential cause of death?

Oh, this is a very likely
cause of death.

- The writer was a Black woman.
- That doesn't mean...

She was a leading light in
the British civil rights movement...

- Jules...
- ...and she deliberately chose

a provocative title, she
deliberately used the word, "C..."

Don't... Don't say it. JULES SIGHS

She deliberately used that word
to shock...

and because she felt it
distilled her experience

growing up in a post-colonial Britain.

Yeah, and that's all fine.
No-one has a problem with that.

The issue is you should
have warned her, the student.

I should have warned her?

Yeah. She said she was very traumatised
to be suddenly confronted

by that word without any preparation.

Unless I'm missing something,

Liz Jones is white.

Oh, I'm...
I'm not sure why that's relevant.

I'm not sure why it isn't.

What does she want to happen?

OK, well...

firstly, she wants an apology.

And the union?

They'd like you to, erm...
attend a micro-aggression course.

Well...

I can certainly apologise to Liz

for any upset unintentionally caused.

Fantastic, thank you.

And the union?

So...

..I'm not sure if this is
a microaggression or a macro one,

but the union can shove its smug,
idiotic, purity bannering

up its great, big, fat arse.

When did he call you?

At about five.

A client apparently asked
to move a dinner to tonight.

- Didn't tell me anything.
- Mm.

You're welcome, though.

God, sorry, Mum. Thank you.
You're a star.

Have you had time
to think about next week?

Your sister's birthday?

What am I supposed to do?

I mean, is Steve invited as well?

Maybe they could nip off for a quick
"emotional connection"

after she's blown out
the fucking candles.

So that's it, is it?

No more family gatherings
for us all, ever?

- That's over, is it?
- I'm not saying that.

Come on,
it's been six months now, Jessie.

I mean, what's the alternative?

Maybe just have a think about it.
Please.

- Yeah.
- Night, love.

Night, Mum. Thank you.

Pressure
mounted on the Prime Minister today

as illegal immigrant numbers
continue to rise

and a member
of the Tory Economic Fellowship

called for his resignation.

Ex-Tory whip David Mallory

accused the PM
of being a traitor to his country

and urged him to turn his back on
a policy he said was claiming lives.

Sir David recently completed
50 hours community service

after being found guilty of posting
racially inflammatory statements

on a social media site.

Good evening. I'm Geoff Parker.

- And I'm Vita Montgomery.
- And you are watching Britannia News.

And it's just coming up to seven,

which means it's time once again
for the very fabulous Melinda Ricci.

- Loving that dress, Mel.
- Aw, thank you, Vita!

See, you can say that.
I couldn't say that.

Oh, she can say it,
and you can say it, Geoff.

In fact, we're gonna be
discussing compliments and flirting

- on Going For Woke this week.
- Sounds good.

But right now, this is BNC,

it's seven o'clock,
it's time for Mel's Minute.

European courts will decide this week

the fate of ISIS bride Areesha Arshad,

currently legally stateless

and residing in the notoriously
violent Al-Kalazar refugee camp

in northern Turkey,
after losing her UK citizenship.

Areesha left her home town
in Bolton, in 2015,

to fly to Syria,
where she married an ISIS fighter,

bore him two little ISIS kiddies,
and shouted, "Allahu Akbar"

as he later decapitated
UK aid worker Mike Phelps

an event she later said,
"Didn't really bother me."

Libtard lawyers are now arguing

that because she was a minor
when she left,

we should fly her back here

and stick her
in a high-security facility

at a cost of 100K a year.

So if you're listening, Areesha,
this is what I have to say to you.

Jog on.

Never mind a hundred thousand quid,

I wouldn't spend a single penny on you.

Sorry, flower,
but if you were old enough

to fly across the world independently,

if you were old enough to have sex,

if you were old enough to laugh off
unimaginable violence...

then you're old enough
to carry on camping.

So, that's it from me. Until next time,

it's good luck, good night
and God bless.

She is taking no prisoners.

Oh, she's a pussycat, really.

Just don't get on the wrong side
of her, or you'll see those claws.

And more from Mel tomorrow
as we get a minute

on the latest accessory stateside -

trans pets.

Yes, you heard it right.

Meanwhile, in London today,

the director of public prosecution
came under fire

following the acquittal of a senior
then-police officer on rape charges.

The victim cannot be named.

And there's ham and cheese
in the fridge

and a fresh loaf in the cupboard, OK?

Taylor?

Yeah, fine.

If I have time,
I'll come back for lunch.

Bye, then.

Maybe... Maybe I will try it again.

Therapy.

If we do do it together.

Well, that's brilliant.

Thank you.

I'll do some research.
See who might be right for us.

I love you.

- And nothing else?
- Sorry.

And they've searched
the whole area now?

Yeah. Finished about an hour ago.

A sample is going to the DNA database.

OK.

It's probably our best shout for now.

I reckon, cos if you ended up cut up
into small pieces,

you were probably hanging round
with some fairly unpleasant people.

Yeah. And might have done some
fairly unpleasant things yourself.

Erm... OK, er, keep me posted,

and stand the search down for now.
Thanks.

And again, my brother,

I'm sorry the room
is not ready immediately,

but as soon as Haji Sab leaves,

inshallah, it's yours.

And, er, where is he off to, then?

His brother's opened a restaurant
in Manchester.

- Ah.
- Although to be honest...

my wife and I had had enough
of him anyway.

Asif said that you were a doctor
in Kandahar?

Fifteen years in cardiology.

I qualified last year.

Oh, mashallah.
Did you ever get to practise?

Not yet, sadly.

Oh. I'm sorry, my brother.

It is what it is.
And, er, what do you do here, then?

Delivery driver.

Beautiful. Thank you.

When you say "never"?

I mean he will never regain
meaningful function in his legs.

He may well make some further
progress over the next few years,

but because of the...

severity of his injuries, that progress

will most likely be minimal,
and will eventually plateau.

So he will never walk unaided?

I think it's unlikely.

I think he'll almost certainly need
a wheelchair

for the rest of his life.

Do you think he knows?

In his heart?

Do you think he actually
has any inkling?

Well...

that's kind of why
I wanted to speak to you.

Because, no, I'm not sure that he does.

And I think that you...

are gonna have to help him
get to a place of understanding about...

...what lies ahead.

In English, please.

Make a proper, formal,
application for asylum.

I have a water-tight case.

Given my story, I can prove

that I will be killed if I went back.

How can they refuse me, Asif?

Because I don't want to end up
like that, delivering pizzas.

I'm better than that.

You do what you have to, Hass.

And, yes,
of course you're better than that.

But so was I.
A man who risked his life for them,

and they still stuck me
in a detention centre,

like I was a criminal.

But you do what you need to.

I never said they weren't doing shit,

I just said it wasn't chemical warfare.

Dude, they are literally
crashing trains,

full of their Hazchem, all over the US.

And if you think that's the Chinese,

you're a bigger bitch than you look.

That's Lanesse.

Notice the spillages
are almost always in Black areas?

It's a false flag op to fire up BLM.

Lanesse needs raping, dude.

Now you're talking, bruv.

Lolz.

We have a match...

from the DNA in the leg and spine.

So, his name is Gerard Samuel Cooper.

And he was reported missing

on Wednesday the 24th of February,
2021,

when he was 58 years old.

It was his wife who informed the police

about his disappearance
when he failed to return

to the home he shared
with her and their daughter.

An enquiry was instigated,
but, in the end,

the police investigation concluded

that although no body was ever found,

Mr Cooper had actually taken
his own life,

by jumping into the Thames.

Except the OIC on the case

was actually jailed in 2022.

- OK. Jailed for what?
- Multiple corruption charges.

But here's the thing.

That officer was a guy I knew.
A guy that I charged myself.

A guy called Ram Sidhu.

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