All language subtitles for Wolf.2023.S01E05_track18_[engTOfrench]

Time to take some leave, Jack. Get out of my office.

Found the note on the dog's collar.

We've done an X-ray on your dog.

What she's swallowed appears to be jewellery.

"To Matilda, love Jimmy."

If you can do a quick search for any engravings you've done

- for a James...
- No computers here.

I think the wrong killer is in prison.

And if the right ones are still out there,

what if something's about to happen?

You found the deer? At this house?

With a bucket and the intestines right next to it?

This isn't buckshot. It's a dental filling.

These are human.

What if it's Minnet Kable who's messing with us?

It still smells in here.

He abducted my brother in 1998.

While in Long Lartin, Penderecki was beaten.

I didn't beat Penderecki.

It was his cellmate.

I'll find out what he knows.

No-one should have to live without answers.

I went to your home, to get my things,

but I didn't go inside because...

...your front door was open.

I know.

No. Never had a problem with them before,

then I wake up today, and they're absolutely everywhere.

I don't know.

But I don't do insects.

Ych a fi. Vomit, mould, absolutely fine.

But not insects.

No, he's here now, thank God.

Some other houses are having the same problem,

so he was already in the area.

He said he'd spray everywhere,

but I have to be away for at least four hours.

I've no idea what I'm going to do.

Is it too early to drink?

That wasn't what you were supposed to say.

Then, I'm off to read to orphans.

Of course, I'm going to the pub.

You too, be good.

Sorry.

Nice.

Very good.

Is this show part of the regular spray service?

It's for me, then?

I see.

That's lush! I love it!

You're actually really quite good.

Sorry. You distracted me.

Where are we going?

This is cute.

But the tango would be out of the question.

Thank you so much for being here on short notice.

I don't know what I'd do

if I had to spend the night with all those things crawling about.

I do have to get out, though, before you spray,

and you've blocked both doors.

Sorry to bother. It's that there isn't another door.

It's called a RoboMajor.

It was manufactured in 2004,

six years after my brother went missing.

It's not Ewan's.

And he left it for you?

Yeah, but everything he's left so far was either Ewan's

or something I'm supposed to think was Ewan's.

Not this.

He knows that I know this isn't my brother's.

Where did he leave it?

Bedroom.

He was inside your house last night?

Yeah.

While you were at home?

Didn't hear him. I was asleep.

Did he do anything else?

Don't worry. He's not going to hurt.

I'm not worried.

- Thanks.
- No. I'm serious.

I'm not.

Cos you brought it all on yourself. Because you're weird.

This whole thing with your neighbour

is fucking weird.

I'm not the one doing this. He is.

You moved back to London so he could do more of it.

People talked, after your party.

About your neighbour.

You're not gonna find any fingerprints on that,

but run it anyway, Thanks.

Hang on.

I really thought you'd be smart enough to stay away for a while.

I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm obviously not that bright.

And you know that thing where, once you see someone,

you sort of realise how much you've missed them?

It's not happening, is it?

Not even a bit.

How about I leave now, ma'am?

There's an idea.

Cause of death was subdural haematoma.

Her sister found her.

She'd been there a few days, so...

No weapon on the scene, but the skull fracture's acute.

We're thinking he pushed her, she fell and hit...

That table there. Yes, ma'am.

But she's still awake for a while after, though.

You can see she tried crawling to her handbag.

You find her mobile in there?

Yeah.

Husband's got an alibi?

Business dinner, but we can pick it apart.

Easy one, then.

I'll be off. Thank you, ma'am.

It has to be the boss doing this to us.

He's been messing with us this whole time.

I don't know why.

Why do this to us?

It's a lot of bother, if you think about it.

If the boss was cross with us,

he could have killed us.

But he didn't.

He killed someone else,

took out their intestines,

left them in a bucket for us to find.

You to find.

My point is, it's pretty elaborate.

Maybe it's a test.

To see how we'd react, under pressure.

To see how we handle ourselves.

So, that's good news.

All we have to do is pass the test.

No, it's not good news, you sloppy wet fucking knob.

Do you have any idea what a looney bin he'd have to be

to test us like this?

And what if we don't pass the test?

What do you think he might do then?

Have you...

What?

Have you ever killed anyone?

Because I haven't,

and I was sort of hoping you had.

So one of us...

We're going to complete the job today.

But we don't have a working landline.

We'll have to improvise.

You up for that, DS Molina?

Yeah, DI Honey.

It's through here.

Life before the internet.

They were dark times.

These are all the ring engravings.

There's no more orders for engravings, no?

No, that was all of them. Why?

None of the James's here are married to a Matilda.

And none of the Matildas are married to a James.

So your company...

My father's company.

Your father's company made the ring for this couple,

but neither the husband nor the wife ordered it themselves.

Then probably someone else ordered the ring for them.

So then it could be any one of these names.

Mind if I take these?

Oliver? Oliver?

Today's the day.

Get the car door.

Where are we going?

No. I won't leave my family behind.

Have you honestly not realised you don't have a say in the matter?

Move.

Lucia!

Mum! Don't!

They'll hear you!

They're outside!

Are you sure?

I heard them leave.

They've taken your father.

Your father is going to get us out of this.

Mum, he can't.

He'll find a way.

I know it!

Today is the day we're going to escape.

Hello?

You shouldn't be out here.

Did you get the information about my brother?

I did.

Tell me what you know.

The dog?

I've got a list of names, but it'll take weeks to call them all.

I will do it, but you need to tell me what you know about my brother.

No.

- I told you that I would...
- Your promise means nothing to me.

- I am not a liar!
- We had a deal!

I want this to end.

I need this to end.

Come back when the job is done.

Now leave.

Stop.

Go on.

You won't get a signal anywhere up here.

Shut up.

Who are you trying to call?

- Tell me - who?
- Shut the fuck up.

I think I hit something.

Confident you hit something.

You can't have your eyes up front and in back at the same time!

You've hit a stone. They line the drive.

If you'd been using your mirror, you'd have seen them.

Look at that! I've got a signal!

You're not always right,

It's gone now.

Mum?! Have you got any whites to wash?!

What?

I'm starting the machine!

- You're doing laundry?
- Yes!

- Now?
- Yes.

- Have you got any whites?
- Let me look.

Hi, mate.

Who were you seeing, out on the river?

What?

When I came to talk to you, you were out on the river,

said you were checking something out. What was it?

We call them the river people.

I guess you could say they're a commune.

They've got a camp out there, by the water.

It's disgusting.

And what were you investigating?

A lot of noise complaints from around there.

I found my whites!

Sorry, mate. I thought you were at work.

No. It's fine.

You didn't start the machine yet, did you?

Put it there, I'll take 'em.

I didn't mean to bother you on your day off.

You're being a bit chopsy.

I can call you back.

No, it's no problem, mate. I don't mind.

I think your girlfriend might feel differently.

She'll get over it.

So, when did these people first move out on the river?

I'm not sure exactly when.

But they've been sort of expanding for a couple of years now.

Why?

Bones's raves were always in different locations.

And then one day, they stopped,

which never made sense to me.

But what if they didn't stop?

What if he set up camp?

OK, one bar. Slow down.

There. Stop.

All right, old man.

Time to call your bank.

That's what this is all about? Money?

Dial. Now.

Mum!

If you have the chance to get out of here...

...I want you to leave me behind.

Darling, what are you talking about?

I mean,

if it's between me and you,

or me and Dad,

leave me.

I know I'm not what you want.

I never have been.

No, darling!

No! No! We love you!

I'm a fuck-up!

I'm nothing like Kiernan.

No, darling. You're our daughter!

We love you!

I embarrass you.

I embarrass you, Mum. I see it on your face.

I'd be delighted to help you, Mr Anchor-Ferrers.

Thank you, Arthur.

But as it's such a substantial transaction,

and we take security very seriously,

so I'm afraid I need to formally verify that it is, indeed, you,

even though, of course, I recognise your voice,

- Mr Anchor-Ferrers.
- I understand, Arthur.

Please proceed.

Now, these are security questions you've already chosen.

To begin with, what was the name of your childhood pet?

Juniper.

Thank you.

And your favourite novel?

Ivanhoe.

Sir Walter Scott.

That's great. And finally, your favourite piece of music?

Trois Mouvements De Petrouchka.

Stravinsky.

Thank you.

So you've now verified that I am who I say I am, yes?

Yes, sir. Now, in regards to your transacti...

My family and I are being held...

You stupid fucking man!

What are you doing here?

You weren't answering your mobile.

That's because you and I are not "two chats a day" people.

Who put you two idiots together?

Matthews.

That figures.

Product key is 14141-30187-76769.

That wasn't memorised when we started this call,

in case you're wondering how long this has gone on.

- Can you hold?
- Yeah.

Thrilled to hold. What do you want?

What do you know about the river people?

Prody says they're on your radar.

Is he too afraid to ask me himself?

Some woman, somewhere, has had sex with him.

What does she tell herself, do you think?

The river people are tied to weapon sales in Cardiff.

But the ties are weak and it's hand guns.

You can't go barging in there yet.

What, so you don't think there could be more than hand guns?

There might be. We don't know.

Police make priorities, Jack. You know how this works.

There's not enough intel yet to warrant action.

Do you have a suspect?

Madam, we are fixing the issue.

Yes.

And what's his...?

When you say that you are "fixing the problem",

can you be more specific?

Do you hear how vague your answers are right now?

And how your voice keeps shifting upwards?

Quick question: is your hand covering your mouth right now?

Yes.

Thought so. That's because you're lying.

I am a police detective.

And now I need you to hold.

Is this about the Donkey Pitch?

It is one thing to read a few old case files.

It's another thing entirely to start opening doors

that the Newport County Police

have specifically chosen to leave shut.

You are not Newport County Police.

Besides, there is no connection between the Donkey Pitch

and the river people.

Then send me on a pointless errand.

Suspect is Elis Hennion.

- Thank you.
- Jack...

This is my home.

They're back!

- They've brought Dad back!
- Lucia, be quiet!

Dad?

Dad?!

He's tied back up.

So, here's where we are.

If the man from the bank understood what Captain Silver Spoon

was saying, then the police are already on their way.

If he didn't understand...

- Then we're all right!
- Far from all right. Far.

Because the call to the bank was still botched,

which means there's been no transfer of funds.

That's bad.

Very bad.

That was sort of the main thing we were supposed to do.

And since we've failed, I'm pretty sure the boss,

who's a lunatic, is going to kill us.

He has demonstrated somewhat dotty judgment.

We need to leave.

Now.

I swear...

No.

Shit!

There's nothing in there. I told you.

You don't want to do this.

You're not the bad one.

I can tell.

It's not too late to stop this thing.

Here, here, here...

Here, come here, come here!

Elis Hennion is a 25-year-old Cardiff native

and, by the looks of it, a little shit.

Drink-driving.

Pub brawls.

A restraining order.

He's living at that camp, so he's a way in.

Who took out the restraining order?

Barbara Bell.

Mrs Bell, why did the river people send Elis to you?

We're trying to get our daughter back.

She's with them.

With who?

Bones.

Could I ask you to watch something for me, please?

That's our Jessica.

And the man in the hazmat suit, that... that's Bones.

Do you happen to know Bones's real name?

No. Sorry. We've never actually met him.

And how did your daughter meet Bones?

He used to throw raves.

When he came into her life,

everything about her changed.

The way she acted. The way she dressed.

She started not coming home, sometimes for days.

We'd report her missing, but the police kept telling us

that she wasn't really missing she was...

Absent.

Exactly.

It means she's not where she's supposed to be,

but technically you know where she is.

It's low priority for a missing person.

I'm sorry.

Then she turned 18, and there was nothing we could do.

She's an adult. She lives with him.

But now they're in that disgusting compound by the Wye.

I've been onto their territory myself.

Tried to get her back.

But she turned me away.

So we've persuaded family members, hired counsellors,

even a crisis negotiator to try to talk her into coming home.

But the moment any one of them step

onto those river people's territory,

they...

...they retaliate.

By sending Elis?

Exactly.

And what exactly does Elis do?

He starts by following you.

But trust me, it escalates from there.

These people like scaring you.

So, what else can you tell me about these river people?

It's a more formal organisation than you might be imagining.

It's a cult.

Our daughter is in a cult. No sense in not saying it.

They all worship him. She worships him.

She'd do anything for him. I...

I suspect they've been violent.

Together.

What are you doing? I told you to pack.

I was thinking.

You pick now for that?

What about the family?

What about them?

If the bank doesn't call the police,

but we leave and they're still tied up...

They'll be fine.

They'll...

They'll die.

I know that you are weapons-grade witless,

but right now we can't have any fuck-ups.

Do you understand?

Go upstairs.

Gag the family.

And when you come back down, follow my lead.

Sophie and Hugo were on Adderall.

They bought it at raves which were horror-movie themed.

Fake blood, stuff like that.

And the man behind it all was named Bones.

Kids never mentioned anyone named Bones.

Course not. They were teenagers

and they had their parents sitting right next to them.

The parents didn't mention him either, and surely one of them knew.

- So, why keep it a secret?
- It wasn't a secret,

but the parents had no reason to think Bones or the raves

had anything to do with the murders. So why mention it?

All right.

So why do I care about this Bones person?

Because he was harassing Sophie

and Hugo in the weeks leading up to the Donkey Pitch murders.

And not little stuff, he was in their homes.

And you can prove this?

Jesus, Jack, is this a theory?

Look, hear me out, all right? Bones is performative.

It's all about theatre with this guy. Spectacle.

Like the Donkey Pitch scene.

This is thin, man.

And he's got a thing for intestines.

Look, Bones is living on the River Wye, in that camp.

- And I want to go and question him.
- Absolutely not!

There's a whole group of people down there. His followers.

He has a girlfriend who could be the second killer.

Or the killer could be Minnet Kable,

who's already in prison because he confessed to the crime,

and you could be officially out of your fucking mind.

Every operational decision the police make

is based on risk, right?

The people down on that river do not pose a risk.

If you go down there and kick down their doors,

they're gonna leave the river, scatter into the city,

and it'll be a fucking headache for all of us!

All I want to do is...

You're investigation into this matter

is discreditable conduct,

which undermines public confidence in the police.

Now, I'm giving you an order as a senior officer to immediately cease

this investigation.

Get in your car, Jack. Drive back to London.

I could've gone with you.

No, there's no point in Matthews being pissed off at both of us.

I can't believe he doesn't see it.

What makes more sense, Minnet Kable,

who has no connection to the kids, and no history of violence,

or that someone like Bones, who has a connection to Sophie

and Hugo and specifically has a thing for gore and...

Look, I've got to go and do something.

I'll drive you home,

You're going to the river camp.

- No. I'm not.
- You are. And I'm coming with.

Prody, you are a good detective, mate.

And I can't risk your career over this.

So the answer's no.

These people are dangerous.

I'll drive you home.

What kind of friend would I be if I let you go on your own?

Someone's got to check it out. Why should that be you?

Why the fuck shouldn't it be me?

I'll drive you home.

Hello.

- Hello, we're...
- Hello!

- Hello, we're...
- Police.

Newport County Police, yes.

- We're sorry to bother you.
- Gosh, no bother at all!

Do come in. It's awful outside.

There you are!

We've got company.

Such a nice surprise.

It does get lonely out here.

Now, time for introductions.

I'm Kiernan Anchor-Ferrers.

- This is my boyfriend...
- Fiance.

...Bardo.

Pleased to meet you both. I'm...

Would you like to sit? Drinks?

Not drinks-drinks. You are working.

Thoroughly inappropriate. Tea?

Give Bardo a bit of honey and some turmeric,

you won't believe what he can do.

We're both fine, thank you.

We're here to ask a few questions.

I'm so sorry my father isn't here to speak with you.

He isn't home?

No.

He's taken to wandering.

- Wandering?
- Long stretches.

Days.

Days?

Days.

At first, it had a charming, sort of Forest Gumpy feel to it.

But now we're thinking it might be something more serious.

Anyhoo, I've no idea where he is.

But he's gone for sure, and he took his mobile.

Likes to ring people on his wanders.

Say all sorts of things.

Interesting.

And true.

We're here to speak to you about a somewhat sensitive matter.

How well do you know local resident Beca Van Der Bolt?

She's gone missing.

Our understanding is that she's a housekeeper here.

She is. Yes.

That's the reason why I'm so taken aback right now.

She's our housekeeper here at the house.

When was the last time you saw Beca?

Oh, goodness me.

A while back.

A few weeks? I'd have to check.

So she wasn't due to visit this residence in the last few days?

No.

A family member reported her missing,

and there are signs of a struggle at her residence.

When you say "struggle"...

We're not at liberty to discuss details.

No, of course not.

Inappropriate again!

But we're going door to door,

asking if anyone's seen anything out of the ordinary.

So, have you?

No. No.

What's really considered out of the ordinary?

You haven't seen anything, darling.

- I'm asking.
- You would have told me.

Anything you've seen that made you feel suspicious.

What about feelings that make you feel suspicious?

The feeling of suspicion?

That's it.

What gave you the feeling of suspicion?

I don't want to use the word "clairvoyant"...

Don't.

...but I've had that feeling

that's made me feel suspicious.

Any particular reason?

No.

Thought you should know.

We'd like to leave our cards,

in case you think of anything else you think we should know.

Never actually introduced ourselves.

I'm DI Honey.

Sorry?

I'm DI Honey, and this is my colleague, DS Molina.

Then.

Hello, Elis.

Listen, I want you to go back to the river

and I want you to tell your little friends you scared me off.

I want you to tell them there's no way I'm heading down there.

- OK?
- You don't want to mess with Bones.

Actually, I really do.

Hey, who are you? What are you doing?

Who do you know?

Put that down.

Give me the fucking mobile.

Give me the fucking mobile.

No-one gets in with a mobile.

And no-one gets in without knowing someone.

So who do you know?

Me.

He knows me.

Come.

They don't know you.

Are you wondering why I let you in?

Elis told me who you are.

You'll report back to my parents?

Tell them what you've seen?

I want you to watch me tonight.

I want you to tell my parents I'm happy...

...and loved.

Cos I want them to let me go.

If you don't...

...I'll be unhappy.

And everyone here hates it...

...when I'm unhappy.

Do you want to see how much they love me?

No! You're hurting me!

Stop!

Let him go.

So...

...do you understand what I want you to do?

I've got to go.

Can't be late.

For what?

My wedding.

Come on!

Feed the croc! Feed the croc! Feed the croc!

Feed the croc!

Feed the croc! Feed the croc! Feed the croc!

Feed the croc! Feed the croc!

Feed the croc! Feed the croc!

Feed the croc!

No...

Feed the croc! Feed the croc!

She's gonna fall.

- Feed the croc!
- She's gonna fall!

You all right?

Do you want me to be all right?

Not particularly.

Wrestling fake crocs is not a good look.

Prody broke his ankle.

I'll be hearing those stories for a while, so thanks for that.

What, Prody was here?

Pulled you out of the water.

Bones's real name is Jacob Adley.

And on the weekend of the Donkey Pitch murders,

he was in police custody in Bristol.

No, he...

No.

Yes, Jack.

There's police records, there's police interviews,

his solicitor was there.

He was in Bristol.

And Jessica Bell was the one who picked him up.

They're not the Donkey Pitch killers.

Where should I drop you off?

Are you sure you don't see them out there?

I'm telling you, they drove off, haven't come back.

I don't think they were real coppers.

Their names... They...

I think the boss sent them.

And that makes me wonder, how big is this thing?

How many people are...

Once we're far enough away, we'll call the police.

The real police.

An anonymous tip, so the family doesn't die.

But right now, we leave.

What?

My bag's downstairs.

So?

I'm kinda scared now to go down there on my own.

Where did you leave it?

In the scullery.

What? Why?

Never mind.

Jesus Christ!

Have you worked out who I am yet?