All language subtitles for Ordeal_by_Innocence_Series_1_-_1._Episode_1_b09yswj5_editorial

# Still anything I dream is possible

# But only you can make it
all come true... #

RUSTLING

BLOW LANDS, SLUMPING

WHIMPERING

TINNITUS RINGS

SHE GASPS

SHE GASPS

Ah...

BIRDSONG

ENGINE REVS

TYRES SKID ON GRAVEL

SCREAMING

CLOCK TICKS

CLOCK STRIKES THE HOUR

SHE SHRIEKS

SHE WAILS AND SCREAMS
Stop, stop!

Kirsten, now, now, calm yourself.

There.

There, there, there.
SHE WHIMPERS

HE SHUSHES

There, there...

HE GROANS

She was alive when I left the house.
I hitched a lift.

It was a good car. It was big.

It was practically brand-new.

The driver was in his 30s.

He was wearing a dark overcoat and
a striped shirt and I saw the cuff.

It was striped, like pyjamas.

I'm sorry, am I boring you,
Father? If you had a name...

I didn't ask his name.
I didn't know I'd be needing it.

All your life,
you've courted trouble

and never faced any consequences.

But you have to face
the consequences now, Jack.

You have to. I didn't kill her.

Please, find that man,
find that man.

He can prove it.

I didn't do it.

Perfect match.

'And that's the last twist
of the knife, Jack.'

Your refusal to admit
what you have done.

It was you.

Your fingerprints mixed

with your mother's blood.

No-one else's.

Yours, Jack.

HE SNIGGERS

JACK SNORTS AND LAUGHS

I'd hoped that, one day, he might
understand what he had done to us.

I'd hoped your brother
might, one day, be sorry.

KIDS CHATTER

He wasn't.

CHATTERING

But we forgive him
because we loved him.

And now...

..we have to look after
each other and keep on living.

MUFFLED SHOUTS

HAMMERING ECHOES

Michael? Christina?

These are your new sisters
and brother.

Mary, Hester and Jack.

You'll be very happy here.

A good bath, tea
and then straight to bed.

MUFFLED RINGING

Aren't you grubby little tykes?

Everybody ready?

That's quite tight, Jack.

Smile, Mother.

So everyone knows we are happy.

Best faces, please.

Leo!

I'm off now.

Don't lose track of the time.

Bloody...hell.

All the cuttings raked up.

All the cuttings!
Yes, ma'am. I'll be checking.

MAN ON RADIO: There are, of course,

some concerns
about the high risk of fire

should there be an atomic
detonation in Britain.

But people must remember

that our homes are built
very differently

to the domestic architecture
in Japan.

There, the houses are made from
light, highly flammable materials,

such as paper and card...

Kirsten? ..and any
schoolchild will tell you

that paper and card
burn quickly and easily.

Kirsten!

DOOR CLOSES

Why doesn't anyone in this house
answer when I call for them?

I didn't hear you.

My dress for this evening
is hanging in my room.

It needs a press.

And will you please
cover your legs?

Hosiery.

No-one wants to see
your chunky calves.

Yes, Miss Vaughan.

And no creases in the tablecloths.

Nearest stop to Sunny Point, please.

Hester?

Hester!

I don't know what
you're smiling at.

It's my house now.

FROM INSIDE: Hester?

Hester!

HE STRAINS

Hester!

HE GRUNTS

Honestly, Hester,
we're going to be late.

Right. In.

I do have to go to work
after this.

I think fitting bridesmaids dresses

is a teensy bit more important
than stamping books

in a boring, bloody library,
actually, Tina.

GEARS GRIND

Now look what you've made me do.

BLEATING

CHURCH BELLS PEAL

You ready for me, darling? >

HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH

SIZZLING

HE CRACKS HIS KNUCKLES

SHE GASPS

You need a shave.

Don't they sell razors in London?

Where's your case?
I'll get it in a minute.

Well, well, the prodigal returns.

Let's round up the fatted calf,

slit its throat and sport
and play in its hot blood.

Philip. Mickey.

Good, you're here.

Finally. Come.

Sorry, darling.

It's only London, Mickey,
you could have got here sooner.

Mickey, this sham of a wedding

cannot go ahead
and I'm relying on you.

I'm the only one that cares

that Daddy's marrying
that bloody secretary.

Tina's like a ghost,
Hester's playing the innocent baby.

It's as if mother never existed.

You're cutting it a bit fine,
aren't you?

I mean, they're getting married
the day after tomorrow.

Daddy isn't thinking clearly.
He's just blinded by S-E-X,

which is all Gwenda's got,
but that works in our favour.

I've got a plan.

You pay her a lot of attention
and flatter her,

let her see you looking at her.

At her...curves.

Letting your eyes linger.

You make up to her

and then, well, you know?

What? You make a pass at her.

She responds, which she will,
because she's a tart,

and we arrange it so that Daddy
catches her and she's gone.

He throws her out and he'll be
upset, of course, but he'll have us.

If he catches me up his fiancee,
he won't have me, will he?

Yes, but I'll convince him
it was all her.

And you'll be completely forgiven

because he'll realise
you are both just victims

of the same gold-digging slut!

Mary, you need to lie down
in a nice dark room

for just about the rest of
your life.

I don't know why I ever
expected anything from you.

You never help. You just swan off.

To Korea,
to your new life in London.

It's all right for you, but
the rest of us have to stay here.

Korea was a war,
not a bloody holiday!

Are you going to help save Daddy
from Gwenda, yes or no?

No.

Jack would have done it.

Jack's not here.

< Mickey?

Dear boy!

My best man.

Mary, isn't this wonderful?
He's come home.

MARY: Wonderful...

This gathering tonight,

I absolutely will not mind
if you slope off.

There are so many people to thank

and since the wedding itself
is only going to be us...

Do you think it's too soon?

The party? Me marrying again.

Mary's not taking it
particularly well.

She didn't say anything to me.

I'm... I'm happy for you.

That means a great deal, you know.

A very great deal.

Hester is giddy to see you.

Prepare yourself
for an onslaught. Yes.

It wouldn't have been
the same without you, son.

I've missed you.

Very much.

A good bath,
tea and straight to bed.

Ah.

And this is your new daddy.

Hello.

Come along.

I say, I do hope
that's not THE dress.

No, that's going to the hotel
on the morning

so there's no danger of Leo
seeing it. We saw it, though.

It's white and that's
all I'm saying.

Look who's here. Oh!

DOOR BELL RINGS

Door, Hester, please.

But Mickey... Will still be there
when you've answered the door.

Michael,
the tailor is coming tomorrow

to make sure your
morning suit fits.

Hello, by the way. I'm so glad
that you could make it.

WHISPER: Do you ever stop talking?

You're very early.
Where's your instrument?

My instrument?

Your cello. And I do hope you have
something smarter to wear.

No, I... Oh, for God's sake.

What is the matter with people?
This is a formal occasion.

We can find something
for him to wear.

I'm not a musician.

I'm Arthur Calgary.

The man in the car.

I'm Jack Argyll's alibi.

DOOR OPENS

My apologies
for keeping you waiting.

My family are very...

..shocked.

Understandably so.

You're an Egyptologist.

A gentleman amateur.
Oh. Most of them are, aren't they?

Mr Calgary...

It's Doctor, actually.

Not that I set particular
store by titles.

And not a doctor of medicine.
Science. Physics.

Does that have a bearing
on this situation?

It does, actually, yes.

I came across this
only very recently.

And recognised him straightaway.

It was Christmas Eve 1954
he flagged me down

and I gave him a lift
to the local town.

I dropped him off
outside the public house.

I asked him for the time.
I've never worn a watch.

I'm late for everything.

He told me it was just before nine,

but it says here
that your wife was...

That she...died just before nine.

But that's when your son was with me
some distance away, so...

Where were you going when Jack
stopped you? What were you late for?

A dinner party.

I'm afraid the cliche about
absent-minded scientists is true.

It's been 18 months
since my wife was...

..killed. Why have you not
come forward before?

I went away for my work.

Just after Christmas.

A research station in the Arctic.

The Arctic? That's why I didn't see
any papers, hear any radio reports.

I only got back in the last
few days,

and if this hadn't been
wrapped around some equipment,

I wouldn't have known
anything at all.

You were going to a dinner party,
so you were wearing a dinner jacket?

That's right. I just want
to be absolutely clear.

A dinner suit. Black tie,
black jacket, black trousers?

I wish I could have got
here sooner, but I'm here now,

and I'm willing
to go on oath in court.

So your son con be released because
this terrible crime, Mr Argyll,

he didn't do it.

We've had a lot of people coming
here claiming to be Jack's alibi,

to know something about him,
about our family.

All those claims proved fraudulent.

Well, obviously.

Psychics, tarot readers.

A water diviner turned up once.

With rods.

Greedy, venal people.

Fame seekers and charlatans.

You can imagine the hurt
and distress that caused us.

It must have been awful,

but I just want to do what's right.

Jack was in my car.

He's innocent.

Well, once again, you're too late.

Jack died in prison before
the case could come to trial.

He died?

He can't be dead. He...

He has to be alive. He...

He died how?

He got into a fight
with another inmate.

Jack was a difficult young man.

We loved him, but he was difficult.

Disturbed.

We hope he's at peace now.

And I hope you'll leave us
to our own hard-won peace.

I'm so sorry.

Really.

So dreadfully sorry.
Actually, we're all rather busy,

so if you wouldn't mind...
Yes, of course.

I don't suppose you know of any
hotels or boarding houses nearby?

There's a hotel in town.
Good day, Doctor Calgary.

Don't come back.
There's nothing for you here.

DOOR SLAMS

No more information than
he'd read in the newspaper,

like all the others. He said
he was wearing a dinner jacket

so we know he was lying.

I thought this had stopped.

Why won't these ghouls
just leave us alone?

He told me he's a physicist

who's only just returned
from an expedition to the Arctic,

which has got to be one
of the best ones yet.

Forget about him.
This is not going to shake us.

Hester, take those boxes upstairs.

Kirsten, we'll have tea
on the lawn.

I'll take mine in my room.

As you wish, Lieutenant Durrant.

Strange turning up like that
out of the blue

all this time later.

Very...strange.

Like my dad said, forget about him.

Well, I'm sure we'll all give
it a try,

but it brings it all back,
doesn't it?

Like it was yesterday.

Your poor, dear mother.

RACHEL: "Butter".

There are two Ts, Michael.

Two of them. Christina can do it.

Butter.

Why can't you?

Butter.

But'er.

Stand up.

Look me in the eye and say it.

But'er.

Give me that.

Kirsten, Michael
has had a little mishap.

A dab of disinfectant
and a plaster, I think.

Mary, your French composition.

DOOR CLOSES

EXCITED CHATTER

Don't.

Jack always said he was innocent.

I'd say the same if I'd been
charged with murder.

When we were standing
around his coffin

and they'd had to cover most of his
face so we couldn't see...

..what had been done to him,
how he'd been hurt,

you didn't once think, "What if
Jack was telling the truth?"

HAMMERING ECHOES

No. Well, I did.

I do. I think about it
all the time.

What if Jack was telling the
truth? What if he was innocent?

What if he had an alibi?
What if Dr Calgary... Was lying.

Leave it.

You going on won't change
anything or bring anyone back.

Tina! It's about time.
I'm beside myself.

We need help with the tables.

Can you make sure they all have
the little lamps on them?

Poor Tina.

That's why I hide up here,
so they can't make me help.

Where are you going?

Get some cigarettes. There's
cigarettes in the store cupboard.

Not the ones I like.

DOOR CLOSES

SHE SIGHS

I'm not cross, Hester.

You're not? It's Christmas Eve.

How can I be cross?

Well, of course, I saw through
him immediately.

If you're going to pretend
to be a doctor,

don't dress as a caricature of one.

A tweed suit and winter brogues
in July? It's ridiculous.

What did he say? Oh, the usual.

Daddy dealt with him.

Look at her, pointing at flowers
as if she's the Queen.

You know, I thought Mickey
might help for once

but he only cares about himself.

Is her dress really white?

Ivory. Ivory!
It's the same as white!

This is unbearable!

How can you go along with it?

Bending over backwards
to be her new best friend.

Why doesn't it kill you
like it kills me?

Because it doesn't.

Well...

I was the first.

I loved Mother longest.

Mother... Always pulling at me!
It's intolerable.

HAMMERING ECHOES

It's different for you.

It's not different for me.

You think you were
the favourite...

..but you weren't.

Mother just felt sorry for you.

Filth! Filth! Filth!

RADIO: ..Against fire
and radioactive fallout.

And if you don't have one of those,

then simply place a door against
a wall inside your house

as an extra precaution
for yourself and your family

until the police
or Civil Defence Corps arrive

to tell you the danger is passed.

If you are outside,

then simply lie down.

It is inadvisable to smoke,

so keep your cigarettes
in your pocket

until you hear the all-clear siren.

I want to remind everyone

that although Great Britain
does face a threat

from unscrupulous foreign powers...

BROADCAST FADES

HE GASPS

Sh. No, no, no.

RUMMAGING AND CLATTERING

Who are you?

Arthur Calgary,
Dr Arthur Calgary.

Well, you don't have
anything that proves it.

No.

How did you do that?

I got brambles caught in my
trousers. The thorns, they...

Tell me the story,
the one you told my dad.

It's not a story. Tell it anyway.

I was driving. What sort of car?

I don't really know about cars.
Describe it.

I don't... Big?

Small?

Big, I suppose.

You suppose?

Where is it now?

Because you didn't drive here.

I don't have it any more.

Go on.

I was driving... In the car
that you don't know

whether it was big or small?

Yes. That you don't have any more?

Driving on the road that goes past
your house. How fast were you going?

Quite slowly.

TYRES SCREECH, ENGINE REVS

Go on.

Driving on the road
that goes past your house

and this man stepped out
into the road

and put his hands up to ask
for a lift.

I stopped and gave him a lift -
your brother, Jack.

And we drove on and I dropped
him off outside a pub.

I asked him for the time
and I went on my way.

How come you don't have anything
that proves who you are?

You're a driver.
Where's your licence?

I don't know.

Did you lose it?

In the Arctic?

I might have done.

Did it get eaten by a penguin?

Penguins don't live in the Arctic,

they live in the southern
hemisphere.

HE CHUCKLES

Don't take the piss out of me. I'm
not, I'm just pointing out a fact.

I need you to do something.

I need you to go.

Because we've had enough of people
like you, we've really had enough.

It's important you get that.

Don't be here tomorrow.

And don't go talking to
anyone else around here.

Remember...

..I can get in.

HE SIGHS

DOOR CLOSES

HE HUMS TO HIMSELF

You can't go out.

Darling...

..an evening spent in the company
of your father's friends

and their bloated-pig wives

braying over my head

while my face is at crotch level...

Not my idea of fun.

I'm just going to go out and have
a quiet supper in town, all right?

Oh.

HE HUMS TO HIMSELF

Ah, yes.

Now, you won't drink too much,
will you?

You look very pretty.

Don't let any of the men
flirt with you, will you?

SHE CHUCKLES

I'll see you later.

Hm. Hm, hm, hm.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Oh!

I'm honestly not trying to take
your mother's place, Mary.

I'd like us to be friends.

We could have shopping trips,
lunches.

Just us girls.

I don't want to be your friend.

And as for taking
my poor mother's place,

with your elocution lessons and...

..your padded brassieres,

you don't have a chance.

SHE SCOFFS

Well, look at you, playing
the adoring, heartbroken daughter.

"My poor mother."

The thing is, no-one hated
her more than you.

CHURCH BELLS PEAL

LAUGHTER

Well, it looks like real gold.
Shut up.

Here she comes, Mother Superior.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

You've got guests.

It's just that it's my last evening
here, so I thought I'd just...

You need to change into your
going-away outfit while your husband

is still sober enough to walk you
out of the house.

What's the rush? Why can't she just
sit here with us if she wants to?

Because it doesn't look right.

And that's what matters,
is it, "looking right"?

Look, it won't take me
a moment to change.

You are happy for me, Mother,
aren't you?

Such hot, little hands!
You'll mark my suit. Come on.

Don't.

One day...

One day just to crack the shell.

See if there's anything inside.
HE GRUNTS

LAUGHTER AND CHATTER NEARBY

Don't!

We can't avoid each other.

So, we should probably
make an effort.

Don't come back.

I suppose we should.

One tiny, little push.

Go ahead.

Ah.

Doctor Calgary.

I apologise for not coming
to find you myself

but I'm not as good at
the stairs as I once was.

We weren't introduced earlier.

I am Flight Lieutenant Durrant,
but please call me Philip.

Arthur. Arthur.

I'd like to buy you dinner.

I thought that at least one person
in the family should be hospitable.

What do you say?

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

It's funny, isn't it?

How some murders fly right under the
radar and no-one really cares...

..and others make a lot of noise.

Although let's face it,

"Perfect mother beaten to death
by her adopted son"

is a newspaper man's dream,

really makes you sit up over
your toast and marmalade.

Especially when the perfect
mother is an heiress.

Jack was adopted?

Yes, God, yes, they all are.

Even the maid is from
some dismal foundling home,

they couldn't have children
of their own

so they filled the house
with little unwanteds.

Landed with their bums in the
butter with all that Argyll money.

Not that I see any of it.

They keep me on very
short commons.

Every man gets himself
into a bit of debt,

you'd think they'd be only
too happy to help a chap out.

A flying ace, decorated,

I'm a bloody hero.
UNZIPPING

The whole world tilted
on my wing, I was...

HE EXHALES

TRICKLING

I was a god.

Now...

Now I piss in a bottle.

ZIPPING

Cheers.

I tip them extra.

Don't I?!

HE LAUGHS

Yes, I'd only got out of hospital

the night before
Rachel's sad demise.

I wrote the car off
on the way back from the races.

Broke my back.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

MUSIC PLAYS, CHATTER

Wonderful spread, Kirsten.

Thank you, Chief Constable.
You always feed us so well.

Things are bound to change
under the new Mrs Argyll,

if it gets difficult, you just
let me know. I have Leo's ear.

Difficult?

I wouldn't like to see you
get side-lined

when you were so devoted to Rachel.

SOUND DISTORTS

SOUND FADES

So, what were you doing
in the Arctic, then?

I'm not able to discuss my work.

You were a military man,
you will understand.

Official secrets, hm?

Well, you're right to keep quiet,

you never know who's
listening these days

and all after the same thing.

HE IMITATES A BOMB EXPLOSION

Jack's brother came to see me.

Mickey? And what did he want?

He suggested that I leave
and not come back.

How typically charming of him!

And...

..are you going to go away
and never come back?

I don't see what else I can do.

Jack's dead.

I can't do any good here.

There is an awful lot of good
that you can do here.

What do you mean? You're
going to stick around, Arthur.

Tell your version of events and let
the rumour mill do the rest.

A place like this,
suspicions run riot.

The whole bloody family
are suspects.

Which one of them's got
blood on their hands?

So deliciously squalid.

You're leaving, Jack.

God almighty, Mother.

Jack killed Rachel, all right.

He was a nasty, little bastard.

A demon seed.

But he didn't. Yes, he did.
Of course, he did,

His fingerprints were all over
the murder weapon,

the whisky decanter, which weighed
a bloody tonne, I can assure you.

No, no, no, he got
what was coming to him.

But people starting to think that
it might not have been him

works very well for us.

What do you mean?
Well, if a newspaper picks it up...

..lawyers get interested.

I feed you all the information
that I have

and together we stir the pot.

And if Leo Argyll wants you gone -

and he bloody well will -

he'll have to pay.

And pay big.

50-50 split.

That's... That's extortion.

I won't do that.

I can't believe you'd
suggest such a thing,

your own family,
when they're grieving.

If I tell a newspaper or a lawyer
anything, it'll be about you.

Sit down! Let go of me! Sit down.
CUTLERY CLATTERS

If you're a scientist doing
secret research in the Arctic,

then I'm a baboon's ball sack.
That's where I've been!

The sun doesn't set far north
in the midsummer,

you'd have a bit of colour
in your face, but you,

you look like a maggot, like you've
been living under a rotten log.

And, to me, that says one thing,
you've been in prison.

Yes, I'm right, aren't I?
Is that where you met Jack?

I gave him a lift. My arse!

You're a conman.
You've been inside,

and one word from me
will have you sent straight back!

Oh, Christ, you look terrified!

What are you so scared about?

He's attacking me! The war hero in
a wheelchair! He's attacking me!

Dear friends, I would like
to say thank you to Gwenda...

..for agreeing to be my wife.

No!

Which I think is happening
quite soon. Stop!

LAUGHTER

And I would like to say
thank you...

to my children...

all grown up now...

for giving us their blessing.

WHISPERS: Smile.

Thank you for being here.

You have been steadfast

during the most appalling ordeal
any family could endure.

And you have the gratitude of myself
and my children forever.

KEYS JANGLE

LOCKS CLUNK

DOOR CLANKS

DOOR SLAMS

LOCK CLACKS

HE SNIFFS

TICKING

Can I get a lift?

Well?

The toast I would like
to make is to Rachel.

Wife, mother, a force of nature,

a crusader for good.

Let me go!

Don't!

SCREAMING

Do you have the time?
I'm supposed to be there by nine.

Yes, well, it's nearly that now.
So, you're late.

CHURCH BELL STRIKES THE HOUR

TICKING

KIRSTEN SCREAMS

SHE SHRIEKS

There. There, there. Sh, sh.
There, there...

SCREAMS ECHO

THUDDING

Rachel.

ALL: To Rachel.

We've been through hell.
You don't know what that's like!

I know what hell is like.

Leave me alone!

Why don't you believe me? I'm
telling you the truth! Shut up!

I could have killed her that
night for what she did.

Why are you so cruel to me?

It's like kicking
a whipped dog. It's easy.

Jack was innocent, and your
wife's killer is still free.

Do you really not know
what you've done?

The bomb you've just dropped?

A bit too old for you,
though, aren't I?

You won't break me, Jack.

They're all in on it.

If Jack didn't kill Mother,
then who did?

Of course it's you.