All language subtitles for The Missing S02E02 The Turtle and the Stick.DVDRip.HI.en.STRZ

Eve Stone: Do you know
the name Alice Webster?

Julien Baptiste: She was
abducted in spring 2003.

Eve Stone: Yesterday,
she came back.

She walked right into the
middle of the town square.

Gemma Webster: What's
happened to her, Sam?

Where the hell has she been?

Eve: There's a name she mentioned when
the paramedics asked who they could call.

She said the name Sophie Giroux.

S-Sophie Giroux?

This is a photofit of the man
who took Alice and Sophie.

It will be in every newspaper
by the evening edition.

I have over 5,000 men and
women in this garrison ready to help.

Julien: I need to find
someone to drive me to Azwai.

Stefan Anderssen:
Across an active warzone...

that's a pretty good
way to get yourself killed.

I must find this
man... Daniel Reed.

Priest: Henry Reed was
a soldier, but a father first.

He leaves behind his son Daniel.

Gemma: Do you ever feel like
your family is slipping away from you?

Julien: I believe that girl

was not Alice Webster.

(music playing)

(siren wailing in distance)

(speaking French)

Julien: Mrs. Giroux.

- Julien, leave me alone.
- (car horns honking)

I promise you, I haven't
given up on Sophie.

I won't give up until
I find your daughter.

- Do you believe that?
- (wind whistling)

Mrs. Giroux, however
bad things seem now,

it will get better. I...

- No!
- (crowd screaming)

(glass shatters)

(crowd shouting in French)

(theme music playing)

♪ Oh, my love ♪

♪ We pray each day ♪

♪ May you come home ♪

♪ And be okay ♪

♪ For now we wait for you ♪

♪ For you to come home ♪

(birds chirping)

(water running, shuts off)

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Sam: Did you sleep?

Not really.

It's strange, isn't it?

Having another set of footsteps
in the house after all this time.

Yeah.

We used to be
able to tell, didn't we,

who was going past the
bedroom, just by their footsteps?

Sam: She'd always take 'em
two at a time, wouldn't she?

Always in such a rush.

I've thought about
it so many times.

What it would be like,
if she ever came back.

I suppose somehow I expected it

would just be the
same as before.

It's going to take a while
before she's back to herself.

Before any of us are.

But in time...

we'll recognize
those footsteps again.

I promise you.

Are you all right, my love?

Do you want me to...

- Would you like a cup of tea?
- No.

No, thank you.

I just need to...

(water running)

(water shuts off)

I've just got so many
questions I want to ask,

but I keep stopping myself.

You can ask me things, you know.

Well, I was...

I was just going to ask
you how you slept, that's all.

I didn't.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

(doorbell rings)

- (door opens)
- Julien: Good morning.

- What's going on?
- My name is Julien Baptiste.

In 2002, a girl called Sophie
Giroux was abducted in Paris

and I investigated her case.

I've been informed your daughter
Alice was held captive with her.

If I could speak with Alice...

Gemma: We've only
just got our daughter back.

She needs some time alone.

Sam: She's got people coming
round today that she needs to talk to,

so that's what's important,
so I hope you understand.

Yes, of course, but there
is a man just like you,

whose daughter
was taken from him.

Only this man continues to live with
the uncertainty you must know so well.

That ever-present hope that today
might be the day the telephone rings.

That somebody has called
to say, "We've found her."

The man's name is Remy Giroux.

He's Sophie's father.

Please, let me talk to Alice.

You must be tired.

I know the last thing you feel
like is answering more questions.

I'm just here to ask
about Sophie Giroux.

I don't know what more
I can say about her.

Why didn't she escape with you?

When I got ill, it
happened so fast.

But Sophie...

she'd been ill for a while.

He kept her away from
me, mostly, in the dark.

Sometimes he wouldn't feed her

for days on end
because she'd talk back,

or she argued with him

and he hated that.

She could hardly talk or stand.

And then when I found
the lock was open...

I tried to help her to
her feet, but she couldn't.

I promised that
I would get help.

She didn't even have the
energy to move when I left.

- And the place you escaped from?
- It was underground, I think.

But the light was so bright

when I got out so I just ran.

Well...

perhaps if you were to return
to the woods, you might recall.

- You might find the place you ran from.
- Gemma: In her state?

She's only just come
out of the hospital

and we have spoken
to the police about this.

Julien: Sophie was your friend.

- If she's still alive...
- Sam: Look, I hate to say this,

but whoever did this, he'd
know that Alice is gone,

won't he, so he would have
moved the other girl already.

Now, what's important is for
my daughter to get better, so...

Of course.

But if your abductor was in a
hurry, perhaps he left something.

- I don't know.
- You must realize, Alice,

you are the only one who
can help us find your friend.

Alice: I don't know.

- How long before you reached the road?
- I've already been through this.

All right, Mr. Baptiste,
that's enough now.

And I don't remember, okay?

Sam: It's time for
you to leave, okay?

Oi, do you hear me?

You listening?

Yes, uh, forgive me.

Thank you...

Alice.

(indistinct chatter)

- (speaks German)
- Ja, ja.

(speaking German)

Man: Ja, ja. Danke.

- Danke.
- (bell jingles)

Wiedersehen.

- Poor Agata.
- (groans)

There's something
going round. That's all.

She'll be fine.

No, I mean having to put up
with that man as a husband.

You have to put up with me.

Size of a bloody
auroch, that thing.

Ah, something you don't know.

They were a large
breed of cattle,

went extinct back in
the 1600s, apparently.

Horns up to a meter long.

Aggressive bastards.

Göring tried to
genetically engineer them

back into existence
during World War Il.

Tried to turn them into a
symbol of the party, apparently.

People do the strangest things.

You always surprise me.

Well, I...

fell in love with a butcher.

I had to do my research.

Find some common ground

before I came over
and talked to him...

So you were stalking me, hmm?

- Trying to seduce me.
- (giggles)

Maybe... a little bit.

So, what did you find?

I haven't figured it out yet.

Andreas?

(speaking German)

(speaking German)

(line ringing)

(phone ringing)

- Celia Baptiste: Hello?
- Julien: It's me, your loving husband.

(Celia laughs) How are you?

(speaking French)

Um, do you remember when
Sophie Giroux went missing?

- Yeah. How could I not?
- There was this video,

every time there was
a report on the news,

they would play this clip.

I had a copy of that video

in with my case
files, in the attic.

Would you send it to me?

Well, I could,
if I could find it.

But I'm sure it's online.

- Okay.
- (laughs)

For your next birthday, I'm going
to buy you a computer course.

Uh, right...

Well, there's bound to be
some news reports from the time

knocking around somewhere.

It's going to be a lot easier than me
trawling through that mess in the attic.

Ah!

- Voila.
- Voila quoi?

Here. Check your email.

Then click on the link.

(speaks French)

Ah.

So, how's it going out there?

We're just at the beginning.

(speaking French)

I love you.

- (speaks French)
- (woman continues on video)

(fly buzzing)

(indistinct conversation)

Stefan: Great. Thank you.

Take care.

- (soldiers laugh)
- We're all set.

For only $500, you too
can enter a warzone.

So, the officer says there was a lot of
fighting around al-Mazwaa yesterday.

He says if we stick to
the north, follow this road,

then we should be within areas
controlled by the Peshmerga.

But right now, the larger
villages to the south,

Hawija, Abbasi, are
all being held by ISIL.

It changes every second, ISIL
are pushing north for more territory.

Look, I say we head straight
for Azwya, no stopping.

If there's anything at all, anything
that has us second-guessing ourselves,

- we turn back.
- I wouldn't have it any other way.

Right. And you're
sure this guy...

- Daniel Reed?
- Yeah, Daniel Reed.

- Is he worth it?
- If we find Daniel Reed,

we'll find who took those girls.

- It's a long story.
- We have plenty of time.

But first, and foremost...

- (loud music playing on radio)
- What is this?

Bhangra.

My wife got me
into it. She's Punjabi.

- It is very loud.
- I'm sorry. It's non-negotiable.

(horn honks)

(bell tolling)

Do you have to rush
off? Got the room all day.

- And what a room.
- I'll let you book it next time.

We could come back
tomorrow morning.

Gemma's at school... not that she
asks where I'm going these days...

I don't want to talk
about your family, Sam.

Any more than you want to
hear me talk about the baby.

Okay?

(door opens, closes)

Thanks.

You write?

Please, the guest book.

- We insist.
- Well, I haven't got a pen, so...

Uh, here.

Thank you.

Mr. Jones.

(music continues on radio)

This is Azwya?

Should be.

(music turns off)

(flies buzzing)

- Julien: It's quiet.
- Yeah.

I saw a few of these last
time I was in these parts.

Ghost villages.

Caught in the crossfire.

Wherever your boy Daniel
Reed is, I don't think he's here.

Not anymore.

We have come this
far. We must look.

Stefan: So if this girl wasn't
Alice Webster, who was she?

I studied Sophie Giroux,
for years and years.

There is a gesture she
makes, a nervous habit.

This girl, Alice, made
the same gesture.

So you think Alice
was really Sophie?

Because of a gesture?

Such things are
unconscious habits.

We do not know we do them.

When I saw this, I thought of photographs
of the girls when they were taken.

Even at that age, they
could have been sisters.

The abductor was looking
for a specific physical type.

Stefan: What about the accent?

Sophie's mother was English.

The girls spent
almost half their lives

with only each
other for company.

Is it impossible they should
become like one another?

And what? Alice's parents,

they... they just accept it?

Have you never fooled
yourself into believing something

just because you wanted
it so much to be true?

Yeah, but what I
don't understand,

why would anyone...
why would anyone...

Shit! That's an ISIL flag.

Miss Stone, please...

I'm sorry.

It is too hard.

He pushed me. I cannot.

I understand.

Can you stay until I
find another nurse?

- Two weeks.
- Thank you.

Dad?

(TV playing)

Morning.

Watching this again?

Adrian Stone: This is
the first film I ever saw.

I was just a boy. My father
took me to the cinema.

He had his arm in
a sling at the time.

He'd broken it, so he
took the day off work.

I remember when it started.

These figures, larger than life,

appeared doing
impossible, heroic things.

I couldn't take my
eyes off that screen.

And when we left the cinema,

I talked a thousand miles an hour
about how brave the people were.

He looked at me, at how
entranced I was by it all,

and he said,

"Son, how do you
think I broke my arm?"

- (laughs)
- He told me he was there,

in the movie,

and that I'd missed him in the
background fighting alongside the others.

I made my daughter Eve
watch it when she was a girl...

Dad...

it's me, it's Eve.

Yes, yes. Of course. I know.

- Engel.
- Brigadier Stone.

Any luck with the photofit?

It is with every major news
outlet, in all the papers,

and with every
police department.

The media might be more
interested if we could tell them

what this man was
wanted in connection with.

Miss Webster needs
her privacy right now.

Where are we with the search?

Engel: The area is significant.

We have covered only a small
part of the woods around the town.

Based on the girl's description,
we are estimating at least...

- (cell phone vibrating)
- Mrs. Webster.

Yes, of course, but...

You're sure?

Right.

Thank you. I'll call right back.

- Into the forest...
- Eve: That was Gemma Webster.

Alice says she's ready to help
us find the place she was kept.

- Right, then, let's go.
- (speaking German)

Thank you for
bringing me, Sergeant.

You don't have to
do this, you know?

I mean, the psychologists are
coming, you just need to get better.

Or take me or your mum with you.

You're going to need someone.

I don't want you to...

be there.

Alice!

Alice, look what I found.

Right. Yeah.

Don't you recognize it?

You made it for me just
before your 10th birthday.

Oh. Yeah.

With your art teacher.
Miss Hammond.

Don't you mean Mrs. Barker?

Oh, yeah.

My mistake.

Alice... you ready?

We'll take good care of her.

(birds squawking)

(dog barking)

It's quite some way
from Eckhausen.

To walk that journey
in the state she was in...

it's not an easy task.

It's amazing what people can do
when they're trying to just stay alive.

- You okay?
- It's from an old case.

There are good days
and bad, you know.

And you?

I'm pregnant, not disabled.

I hear you went to see Alice,
right before she called us.

What is it with you
and the Giroux case?

I wonder, has anybody performed
a DNA test on Alice Webster?

There was no need. Her
own parents identified her.

It's only standard procedure
if you can't get an ID.

Well, perhaps if you asked her parents
for something... a lock of hair maybe.

- Just to be sure.
- What's going on, Baptiste?

I spoke with Alice Webster.

There was something about her.

The girl is lying.

Eve: What would
she have to lie about?

- I can't be sure, but, um...
- It doesn't make sense.

She's picking up the pace.

Sam...

does she seem...

- different to you?
- Of course.

How could she not be after
what she's been through?

- But she'll get better.
- Yeah, it's just...

when I gave her
the scarf, she was...

What?

Nothing.

I thought when
we had her back...

Well, it's all we've
ever wanted, isn't it?

But now she's back...

and the way she is now...

But she is back.

And that's all that
matters, isn't it?

(speaks German)

- What is this?
- Looks like an old World War Il bunker.

They're all over Germany.

No one ever bothered
to seal them off.

They must have missed
it in the original search.

(clang in distance)

Must be hard.

It was brave of
you to come back.

Sophie...

I knew her parents
when she was taken.

It was a tragedy, what
happened to her mother.

Eve: Julien! Julien,
they're coming up.

- Excuse me.
- (shudders)

(bell jingles)

- (clattering)
- (speaking German)

(laughing)

Woman: Oh, there's
somebody here. I'll go.

Hello.

You're Henry Reed's son.

- I'm sorry about your dad.
- I saw you at the funeral.

That's why I'm here.

I'm speaking to
everyone that knew him.

I didn't know him all that well.

They say he killed himself.

Only, he didn't
have any reason to.

Me, if I was collecting
my armed forces pension,

that shitty amount

for risking my life on behalf
of some shirt in Whitehall...

me, I'd be tempted.

But not my dad.

He was happy.

So I've been going
through his stuff,

trying to find something.

And, uh, he kept a diary.

And you're in it.

Probably not the nicest
account of me, I would imagine.

I... I had a reputation.

Every day on ops,
he'd write in this diary.

Every day, no exception.

Except when he
fought in Iraq in 1991.

He just stops.

So, what happened?

Being in combat changes you.

- You'll learn soon enough.
- Don't patronize me.

You're all the same.

Officers.

- You're a bunch of idiots.
- You're in pain.

I understand.

But you can't talk to
me like that, Trooper.

You're not in the Army anymore.

You don't give me orders.

(bell jingles)

Who was that?

(dog barking)

Looks like no one's been
down here since it was built.

The girl says, uh,

they were moved here, yes?

She says they were moved
a few times over the years.

Basements, cellars...

And then, most recently, here,

for, uh, several months?

Eve: As best as
she can remember.

It's not like she had any
way of telling the time.

Julien: This abductor,
he takes Sophie.

The following
year, Alice Webster.

For 11 years, he keeps
them hidden from the world,

and then takes them to this
place in the middle of a forest.

Why?

We'll find out when
we catch the bastard.

We should turn back. Julien.

Julien! Julien.

- Julien, we gotta turn back!
- (speaking foreign language)

Julien! Julien!

- Julien.
- We're looking for someone.

We're not seeking trouble.

(speaking foreign language)

- English? Do you speak it?
- The jihadists are gone.

ISIL has fled for now.

The Peshmerga came
and drove them out.

Who is it you are looking for?

Julien: His name is Daniel Reed.

The information I have says
he was here a month or so ago.

I do not recognize him.

But perhaps someone else will.

Follow me. I will show
this photo around.

- ISIL did not scare us all away.
- Thank you.

Man: Because of the
surface area of the burns,

I would suggest a split
thickness skin graft.

It allows us to
cover larger areas.

And because the same site

can be harvested
after six weeks,

it's possible to do
the surgery in stages.

How much is it?

Because of your
situation, Mr. Webster,

I will do the work for free.

The scarring would
be minimal at first.

And, then, in time, you will
not even be able to see it.

Back to the old me, then, eh?

(door opens, closes)

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What did the plastic surgeon say?
- Yeah, he said he can do it.

- Oh, great.
- But we can't afford it.

I looked into it.

Just scars, I'll live with it.

(footsteps)

Matthew!

Matthew, I want to talk to you.

Matthew!

Well, no change there, then.

- Well, can't you talk to him?
- Me? (chuckles)

- We can't just stop trying, Sam.
- I haven't stopped trying.

He just doesn't care, does he?
Nearly lost my job 'cause of him.

Now I'm stuck pushing
papers around. And for what?

So he can still hate me.

- I'm going to go and work on the car.
- You'll never get it going again.

Or is that the point?

Oh, don't get oil
on your shirt again.

(door opens, closes)

(indistinct conversations)

So, what do you think, then?

We should get
back. We'll be late.

Dad, you need to look around
and see if you like the place.

I-I've seen it.
Now let's go home.

- Dad, you're not even looking.
- I know where I am, for Christ's sake.

I know what we're doing.

This is a place where
you'll be looked after, Dad.

They'll be able to help
you much better than I can.

These people gave
their life for their country,

and this is how we repay them?

Scrabble sets with half the
pieces missing and a shared toilet?

This is what passes for the State taking
care of those who took care of them?!

Stopped them
talking bloody Arabic?!

It's not good enough!

Dad, this isn't a
military hospital.

- This is a place where...
- Henry knows what I'm talking about.

Good old Henry Reed.

He's got his head screwed on.

He'll tell you.

Dad, come on.

(speaking foreign language)

Remarkable, is it not?

In front of all this, people
still go about their business.

They adapt.

I guess it's the only way of taking
control of your life, I suppose.

Feeling like your fate is in
your own hands for a change.

I miss that feeling.

Is there really
nothing they can do?

Well, they say...

if I don't have it operated
on, there is a chance I will die.

But, uh, if I have
it operated on...

(chuckles) there is
a chance I will die.

So...

you see my problem.

But with all that going
on, why here, now?

Many years ago, I was
given a case, a missing girl.

Sophie Giroux.

I made a mistake.

The mother died.

The father, Remy Giroux,
lost his entire family,

and I carry that guilt with me.

Always.

I once heard someone say
that guilt is like a cancer...

You can treat the symptoms,
but never the cause.

Perhaps that's all I am doing.

Nah. (chuckles)

You're doing it
for yourself, right?

I mean...

detectives are just a bunch of
nosy bastards with badges, right?

(both chuckle)

And journalists
are the same, no?

Only, no badges...

- We must leave.
- Wait, what?

- Right now.
- Wait...

What just happened?
What did you see?

There's something you're
not telling me, isn't there?

I think somebody
is following me.

Twice, I have seen
the same man...

Once in Kirkuk, at the
bank, do you remember?

- And now again in the village.
- You're sure?

The same person followed you
from Kirkuk all the way out here?

Well, maybe this explains why our
hosts were so keen to keep us there.

Maybe they know exactly
where Daniel Reed is.

Julien, you need to be honest with
me. Why are you being followed?

And what's all this got to do with
Alice Webster and Sophie Giroux?

Fuck. Look, look!

- (horn honking)
- (men shouting)

- What's happening?
- It's fine, they're Peshmerga.

(speaking foreign language)

(soldier speaking
foreign language)

- What is he saying?
- He wants to know how you know that man.

- (shouting in foreign language)
- Okay, okay.

(speaks foreign language)

- What's going on?
- I have no idea.

But that photo means
something to them.

- (soldier speaking foreign language)
- What?

Whoa, whoa!

(indistinct chatter)

(dog barking)

(music playing)

Hey.

(toy winds)

- Do you remember this?
- (toy chiming)

Yeah. We had the
biggest fight over that.

Here you go, midget.

Mine at last.

I want to ask you something.

I want you to...

I want you to do
something for me.

Okay.

I can't sleep.

I just feel like
anyone could get in.

No one's going to
hurt you now, Alice.

- What's in the shed?
- I don't know. Nothing much.

I want to sleep in the shed.

The floors here,
they're... they're too soft.

It's cold out there.

I want to sleep in the shed.

And I need you...

to lock me in.

Is that what he did to you?

I haven't slept
since I got here.

No, not like that. I'm not
locking you in like an animal.

I'm asking you to help me.

It's what I want.

Please.

I'll come and get
you in the morning.

First thing.

Thanks, midget.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.
- Sergeant, it's Jorn.

I'm sorry for calling so early, but
we've been combing through everything

the search parties found at the
bunker and I think we have something.

Or rather Detective
Baptiste found something.

A receipt, dated
from a week ago.

There was no other
human debris down there.

And, as far as we know, no
persons were aware of these tunnels.

- Where's it from?
- A clothes store here in Eckhausen.

The receipt shows only
the last few digits of the card,

but we've called them,
and we have a name.

(bell jingles)

Hello. (speaking German)

- Mr. Herz?
- Ya.

- Kristian Herz?
- That's me.

(speaking German)

- Hey! Kristian?!
- (Kristian groaning)

(shouts)

What the hell's
going on, Sergeant?

We need to question your husband
about the abduction of two little girls.

(lock clicking)

(shuddering) I'm sorry.

Please don't...
don't blame Matthew.

- I-I begged him to do it.
- Shh. Hey, hey, hey.

It's all right.

I don't like the light
coming in to wake me up.

- Shh.
- It burns my eyes.

It'll get better.

Promise you, it'll get better.

You should come
inside. It's freezing.

And...

well, something's happened.
There's been an arrest.

And the army police, they
want you to identify him.

You know, the man that took you.

It's just a photograph.

All you have to do is look at a
photograph and say if it's him.

Can you do that, my love?

Good girl.

Alice, I'm going to
show you some pictures,

and I need you to tell me if you
recognize any of the men in these photos.

(gasps)

That's him. Must be.

The way she looked at
it... This is him, isn't it?

We need a positive
identification.

Adrian: Let me
try talking to her.

It might be less overwhelming.

Do you mind?

So, the man in the photo.

Yes, that's him.

Must be something, all this.

Like being able to see again.

I can see just fine.

I always have.

Did you ever hear of
that fable about the turtle?

He lived in a tiny pond
at the foot of a mountain,

swimming in circles,
playing with frogs.

The thing he loved most
was when his friends

the birds came to visit.

They'd tell him about their
adventures up snowy mountain peaks,

lush green valleys.

He desperately
wanted to go with them.

But he couldn't, they said,
he didn't have any wings.

He replied...

"You could be my wings."

And the birds came
up with this idea.

They got hold of a long stick,

they clasped either
end of it in their claws.

The turtle would be
in the middle of them,

and he'd clench his
jaw around the stick.

Then they'd be able to
take him up into the sky.

Up he went, higher and higher.

And when he looked down and saw
the tiny place he used to call his home...

he said, "Wow."

Opening his mouth.

And he fell back down to earth,

cracking his shell
into a million pieces.

I've heard that story.

I thought he fell
into the ocean.

That's the fairy-tale version.

The one for children.

And you're not a child anymore.

Are you?

You don't want to
end up like that, Alice.

Hold on to that stick.

How can you
live with yourself...

after what you've done?

Don't stay out here too long.

It's cold.

(theme music playing)

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