All language subtitles for Fear.2025.S01E03.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-RAWR

Becs, pick up the phone.

Hi, it's me.

We've got stuff to talk about.

Right.

So why don't you
come round to Anne's?

I don't want to discuss
it in front of Anne.

So just come home, please.

I've just put the kids to bed.

Wake them up and
put them in the car.

Martyn, I'm not bringing the kids
home until that man downstairs

and all of this is
sorted, and I mean that.

So, come on, come round.

There's a restaurant near
my office. The Gannet.

Meet me there in
half an hour, OK?

OK.

Bye.

Paul?

Paul?

What do you think's going
on with Mum and Dad?

I'm not sure.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I'm just joining that table.
- Sure, can I take your coat?

No, thank you, I won't
be sticking around.

Can I get you an aperitif?

Oh, no, thank you.

- Water? Still or sparkling?
- I'm fine, thank you.

Uh, I won't be eating either.

I'll have a glass of Merlot and
the pork with spinach, please.

I haven't eaten, OK?

And this is me fighting back.

This is me saying that man
is not gonna ruin lives.

Well, he's doing
a pretty good job.

And then you don't phone.

I was trying to
make things right.

So when I did call, I could
say, It's OK, I've fixed it.

Martyn.

Your Merlot, Sir.

How are the children?

You haven't asked.

This evening, at
home, as it got dark,

I didn't feel safe.

Not just for me, but
for Paul and Fay,

because yesterday, that
piece of work downstairs

started involving them.

He turned his beam onto them.

He raised his voice and
said things to them.

I know,

but you unilaterally
moving out is giving in,

and we can't let him
drive us out of our home.

- He's done that already.
- No.

Yes. The children are not coming
back while he's still there.

And still, you don't
ask how they are.

Well, you don't.

And let me tell you something.

This could get a
whole lot worse.

Children's Services are coming into
school to speak to both of them.

Yeah, getting them involved,
what a move that was.

That was the right thing to
do. We've got nothing to hide.

Really?

Yes.

We've done nothing.

So when Children's
Services speak to them

and one of them happens to mention
how they get in bed with us.

- All kids do that.
- Yeah.

But sometimes we don't
have any clothes on, do we?

And then sometimes they
get in the bath with us.

What are you saying?

What will Social Services think
and ask if they hear that?

What might the children say
that they could misconstrue?

We haven't done anything.

Yes, I know that,
and you know that.

God, we wanna come home.
And we need to, and we will.

But it has to be safe,
and this has to be over.

- We're gonna go to that solicitor.
- No. I'm not going back to her.

What is it you wanna
do? Sell up and move?

No.

No.

We're not moving.

I'd better go. The
children might wake up.

How are they?

I have no idea.

Maybe OK.

I guess we'll find
out down the line.

Hi.

Mum, it's me. Is Dad back yet?

He's not, love. No, sorry.

Why doesn't he have a phone?

Are you all right?

No, I'm fine.

Just tell him to call
me back, all right?

Can I give him a message?

No.

Bye.

How is this ever
gonna get better?

Children's Services are involved,
and when Martyn feels pressure,

he gets spiky and defensive.

Yeah, he needs to
keep a rein on that.

You don't want them
taking against you.

What do I do?

Um...

Does Martyn want to stay here?

He seems to think it's
important to stay put.

What's important is
that you and the kids

don't go back to the house
till it's safe, yeah?

I'm gonna need a
promise on that.

I promise.

Hey, get off. Get off.

Why?

Where are you right now?

What do you mean?

Martyn, where the fuck are you?

I'm outside your place.
Where are you? Where's Becca?

What do you mean she's moved out?
Moved out to where? Where are you?

At the Gannet?

Right, of course. Perfect.

OK, no, no. Stay there. I'm
coming to get you. Stay there.

Right, bye.

Unbelievable, really.

I'm appalled. I can't believe
you've let him drive you out.

No, I haven't.

Where are your wife and
kids then, Marty? Huh?

It's a fucking steak,
by the way, thank you.

I'm speechless

and disappointed.
Very disappointed.

OK, what would you do?

What would I do?

Yeah, what would you do?

I would...

Aye, I see. It's not
that easy, is it.

Well, go on then, what?

You can't go and kick the fuck out of
him like you should've done, right?

How many times have
the police been round?

Three.

Right, exactly.
Wouldn't be very clever.

You'll end up losing everything.

The house and Becca.

Hi, I've just been told Social Services
wanna see Paul and Fay tomorrow,

- and they wanna talk to us after.
- Right.

So, um, why don't you come
over to Anne's tonight,

and we can get her advice
on what and what not to say.

Yeah, yeah. OK.

And, uh, yeah, you can
see the kids after.

They've got a bunch of stuff
they want bringing over.

Yeah, I'll talk
to you soon. Bye.

Bye. Bye.

Hi, Daddy, we miss you!

- We love you!
- Can you bring my pink dolphin?

The book under my
pillow, the water pistol.

- The red ball.
- Ronnie the robot.

The soldiers, the helicopters.

The dinosaurs, the cars.

My trike.

Bye, bye, bye, We love
you, we've missed you!

Bye-bye!

Oh, hi, wee man.

How are you?

Paul, can I speak
to Mummy, please?

Yeah, just put your
mummy on for a second.

Paul, if you don't put Mummy on,
I'm not gonna bring anything, OK?

Hey, um, I just got back.

I've had a look at this list
that Paul and Fay wanted.

I mean, how long are you
planning on not being here?

Yeah, I know, but this is, like,
bring the whole toy cupboard.

I know, I know.

Right, right. OK. I'm doing it.

I'm doing it, all right?
I'm on my way over.

Fuck.

Yes?

Mr Berwick, it's, um...

It's, uh, it's Jan
from downstairs.

I know who it is.

What do you want?

Look, I, uh...

I, um... I think, um...

You think what?

You sound angry.

I'm beyond angry, Mr Boyd.

I am way beyond fucking
angry right now.

Well, can we talk?

'Cause I'm... I'm confused.

I'm not sure what has and hasn't
happened, and, um, I don't want...

I think there might've
been a misunderstand...

OK.

OK.

Mr Boyd?

Mr Boyd, it's Martyn Berwick.

Look, my phone just died,

but it sounded like you had
something to say I'd like to hear.

OK, look, I'm standing
back, all right?

So just please open the
door or come to the window,

but let's talk.

Or talk through the door,
and I'll stay where I am.

Just tell me where you want me.

I can't see you.

Right.

I'm not coming closer.
Just moving across, OK?

Phone's dead, all right?

It's out of power, so...

You were saying?

I don't feel comfortable
with where we are.

It's like your wife and kids
aren't here because of me.

Of course, it's because of you.

Why are you making
this stuff up about us?

I'm sorry, are you saying everything
I've accused you of is a lie?

Yes!

Unequivocally, yes.

We have never done anything
inappropriate to our children, ever.

And you accusing us of doing
exactly that is intolerable.

Because it's a lie.

But you keep repeating it,

so of course Rebecca and
the children can't be here.

OK, so I'll take it back.

I'll tell her I got it wrong,

- and I'll say sorry.
- No. No.

That's not gonna work.

You said that before, you said
you were a million times sorry,

and then it started
happening again.

I know, it's because
sometimes things trigger me.

That's you!

That's not us. We're just
trying to get on with our lives.

I want that too.

Look...

Look, if I...

If I write to the police and
take it all back, Rebecca'll...

Rebecca's not go...

Write to the police.

Definitely.

Write a statement
saying it's all made up,

and that's a starting point.

- And Rebecca'll come back?
- I can't say that.

But if I'll write to the- to the
police, 'cause otherwise, I mean...

How long are you planning
on her not being here?

Write to the police.

Let's start with that.

With a copy to us. Do that, OK?

Because just saying things
won't change anything.

You fucker.

You're gonna pay for this.

Motherfucker!

No.

No!

Dad?

Don't you ask people in up here?

Of course, sorry. Come in.

Some place you've got here, Son.

Living room is
just through here.

Your brother Brian phoned.

What did he say?

Well, he's pretty concerned.

Cup of tea?

- Sure.
- Strong.

Milky.

I know.

Fucking...

Fuck.

Five jumps, and you've done 15.

You said Daddy
would come tonight.

Yeah, you promised!

Right, what do
you want me to do?

...four, five.

Oh, here's your dad now.

Daddy, Daddy!

I've told them it's too late
for them to see you tonight,

- so do not undermine me, OK?
- Hi, Daddy.

My dad's here.

OK, quickly, get into bed.

Go on quickly, quickly,
quickly, quickly.

Go on.

That's it.

He just got here, um...

What, on his own?

Yeah, on his own.

He's downstairs.

I think Brian's told
him how bad it's got.

How does Brian know?

I told him.

What time are we at
the school tomorrow?

11:30.

Um, I'll...

I'll let you know
what Anne advises.

I should go.

OK. Bye.

I have to sit... I have
to stand up, firstly.

You put a photo
of your sister up.

Aye.

She wouldn't have died if
he'd put her on that trial.

There was nothing
more anybody could do.

Why did it have to be her?

Well, from what I understand, you
have an unsustainable situation here.

Yeah, but, um...

What?

I spoke to the man downstairs
literally just before you came,

and he's writing to the police
to retract all his allegations.

Brian says he's not someone
that keeps his word.

He has done that before, yeah.

What makes you think this
time will be different?

I have to give him the
benefit of the doubt.

I will chase him, though.

Have you eaten?

I have.

You got a spare room?

Yeah, of course.

Which way?

Upstairs, second on the right.

Yes.

Overslept.

You haven't heard from
your man downstairs yet.

How long you gonna give him?

I'll send another text.

He didn't answer your last one.

I'll tell him, I have to
have his letter by midday.

Becs?

Don't tell me you can't come.

I don't know what to do
or what to tell my dad.

But just before he
came last night,

I was charging my phone and
the light on the laptop was on.

The camera light at
the top of the screen.

What do you mean?

I mean, I think that creep
downstairs has been spying on us.

What? How?

Through laptops, smart
speakers, tablets, everything.

I-I-I think he's
throughout the whole house.

What he... he's been...
he's been watching us?

Us...

and maybe the kids.

The kids?

Through their toys, through
those fucking robots.

I don't know if he's watching,
but he's definitely listening.

He's repeated exact
phrases we've used.

Like the other day, you said he
just pulled £10 out of the air.

Why 10?

Because we said 10,
the kids said 10.

Oh, my God.

How do we prove
it? What do we do?

Cut the Wi-Fi.

That must be how he's doing it.

I've asked him to write to the
police and retract everything.

Are you sure you don't
want to come round?

I've gotta get back to work, OK?

I will see you at the school.

I think you've got mail.

"Martyn Berwick
tried to trick me

into writing and signing a letter that
would retract my previous statements

accusing him of sexually
abusing his children.

As a result,

I readily retract any
accusation I've made

against his wife,
Rebecca Berwick.

She, I now realise, has
been as much a victim

of her husband's perversion
as her children have.

With regard to Martyn Berwick,

everything I have
accused him of is true.

He is a determined
corrupter of children.

Let me catalogue his crimes:

Under the guise of giving
his son and daughter a bath,

he would make the
naked children..."

Enough is enough.

This stops now.

Right now.

Not that.

Needs to be done.

You do the deed,
I'll take the blame.

Dad...

- I'll come.
- Don't.

I'll be right there.

Or I do everything.

Either way,

that piece of
excrement down there

is gonna be dead in
the next two minutes.

And I'll go to jail.

Happily.

I will happily go to
jail for you and Rebecca.

Paul.

Wee Fay.

What you have to
be sure of is...

...can you live knowing that
when you were most needed...

you did nothing to
protect your family?

Pick up the gun, Son.

I-I-I need help! Help!

Step back.

- Are you OK?
- I'm... I'm lost.

- I'm-I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

I-I-I'm... I'm l-lost.

Um, OK, let me get
you some water.

You made my son's life a misery.

Well...

that's that, then.

Is he dead?

Oh, yeah.

Right, you call the police.

We'll take your statement down at
the station if that's all right.

My wife. Kids.

Don't worry, Mr Berwick.
We'll take care of it.

All right, go on.
Get in the car.

Hi, Martyn Berwick Architects.

Please leave a message.

You missed the meeting,
Martyn. Missed the meeting.

And it was intense, OK? And guess what?
Because they still need to speak to you,

we have to do the
whole thing again.

I mean, why would you
do not show up? Why?

OK, listen, you two. Stay in
the car and stay in your seats.

Mrs Berwick...

- What's happening?
- Someone will be inside to talk to you.

Sorry, what's happened?

- Let's go inside.
- OK.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Come on, back in our seats.

Why?

'Cause Mum said.

OK, I'm just gonna
sit down for a second.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Do you want a drink?

No, thanks.

Look!

It's our house.

That's your room, and
that's mine and Paul's.

It's lovely.

You didn't mention taking the gun off
your dad at the hospital, did you?

No.

'Cause if you guessed
that he had a gun, then...

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

Children's Services have closed
their investigation into us.

No evidence found. No
further action required.

Do you want to read it?

Allan Berwick, you
have plead guilty

to the murder of Jan Boyd

by means of shooting him
dead on his own doorstep

at point-blank range,
with a handgun.

I acknowledge that Mr
Boyd had engaged in making

what the police and Children's
Services now state were groundless

and therefore malicious
and distressing accusations

against your son
and daughter-in-law.

But I cannot fail to note that
you left your home in Ayrshire

with the murder
weapon and ammunition,

which suggests your actions were
calculated and premeditated.

I have studied the psychiatric reports
relating to the man you murdered.

And Jan Boyd was someone
who, from a very young age,

and across the whole
of his childhood,

suffered the most appalling
emotional, physical,

and sexual abuse...

who desperately tried to overcome
the traumas of that upbringing

who, only three weeks ago, booked
himself into a respite clinic

he had previously attended,

to address his compulsion to
make wrongful accusations.

He was a tormented
soul, Mr Berwick...

and a remorseful one.

A man who regretted his actions.

The same, I have repeatedly
noted, cannot be said of yourself.

You have neither expressed
regret nor remorse.

And I have to tell you, that
does not count in your favour.

Taking into account your age
and balancing all the issues...

I set the punishment part of
your sentence at 18 years,

reduced from 20 to
reflect that early plea.

Take note, though,

you will only be eligible to be
considered for release on licence

after those 18 years.

Take him away.

- What is it?
- It's a one.

Five and a one. Six.

One, two, three,
four, five, six.

Arms up.

Why have you been saying
you don't want to see me?

You've got Rebecca and
the kids to look after.

And you've got a life to lead.

And...

I'm fine.

How's work?

I haven't been in for a while.

Gotta work, son.

Look after your family.

Dad...

Can we talk about what happened?

Or how it happened?

I can't get his
face out of my mind.

And I just want to
know how we got here.

Is this about me stopping
you when I was a kid?

Are you trying to make up for
Corrine? I just... I can't...

I can't.

I need to make sense of it. I...

Martyn, Martyn, don't.

Don't.

All is well.

And I'm... I'm proud of you.

You made my son's life a misery!

Go back upstairs.

Walk.

Don't run.

Come here.

I'm gonna tell them I did it.

Yeah. And I'll put them right.

Call the police.

Being upset is good.

You would be upset.

Don't you come back.

Come on, Paul. Share
the ball with me.

I need to tell you something.

I did it.

I killed Jan.

I know.

Why haven't you said anything?

What's it worth if
you're made to say it?

I wish I hadn't.

Are we gonna be OK?

I don't know.

Becs...

all I want is for
us to be a family.

Come on, you slow coaches.

Yeah, we're meant
to be having fun!