All language subtitles for Maisie Raine s01e04 An Ordinary Little Tragedy

You want to go with something a bit more
colourful this year.

Do I?

You always get blue.

It was Michael's favourite colour.

I can manage on my own, thanks.

No trouble.

Michael liked yellow as well.

Maybe.

He also liked me in blue.

Mama, please don't.

Everything all right in there?

Yes, thank you.

Only I've got something here I think
will look even better.

You are joking.

You're getting old before your time.

Do you mind?

Try it.

I like this one.

It's so... So what?

Blue.

Get lost.

It's Michael's favourite colour.

Hiya, Franco.

Anna?

You left a message on my machine.

You could have phoned.

I was passing.

What's it all about?

Is that wrong?

I think Maisie might like a cup of
coffee.

Will you put the kettle on, love?

Is she bad again?

Have you taken her to the doctors?

Yes.

No.

She'll be all right. We still have pills
upstairs.

Why did you call me?

It's Gabriella.

Yeah?

We haven't seen her since the beginning
of the week.

We've been to the police.

They told us a girl of her age, the
hidden strain.

Well, yeah.

But she's not at her flat, Maisie. And
she's not at work. And she hasn't called

us. Doesn't sound like Gabby. It's not
like her.

Anna's worried sick.

And so am I.

There can be only one reason she hasn't
called us.

Something serious must have happened.

Gabriella, Luke and Tony.

28 years old.

We'd seen or heard of since Monday,
about 7pm, when she went to visit her

parents. The sight and sound of a sink.

What makes you think she's missing,
Matt?

I've known this family for years.

Gabby only left home a couple of months
ago.

When did she leave?

She's 28.

Problems at home? No.

Since she's left, she phones him every
morning, popped in to see him every

on her way home from work, and then
calls him again on the phone before she

to bed.

Peculiar.

They're very close.

Is there a boyfriend?

No. That we know of. Good thinking,
George.

We might be surprised, but these parents
are none.

Yes, Mum?

What's happening here?

OK, everyone. Thanks very much.

Well? Can I help you, Mum? You could
answer my question.

A 28 -year -old woman doesn't contact
her parents for four days. It's hardly

crime watch material.

We're just making inquiries, that's all.

What about the bank raid?

It's in hand.

And the break -ins in Little Bennet?

In hand.

But no results yet.

Please, sit down. I want to talk to you
about something.

You surprise me, Mum.

I want to refine our accountability
procedures. What do you mean, Detective

Inspector Raine? How do I surprise you?

Please, carry on.

I want each minute of each officer's
time allocated to a specific case.

And what about when they go to the
toilet?

Is that a separate heading or is it
simply money down the drain?

My officers are not robots, they're
human beings.

Just like this missing girl, who
probably isn't missing.

And what if she is?

Can you imagine what could have happened
to her?

Unfortunately, imagination isn't
something we can always afford.

I'll put this right below.

We don't use our imagination, Mum.

How can we do our jobs?

After all, it doesn't cost anything.

Don't give away much.

That's been living with me here for
months, but I wouldn't say I know her.

She'll argue her husband's a mess.

Do you want a becky?

No, thanks.

I think she's a bit funny.

In what way?

One child's mad about living here. Says
she wants to get away from her mum and

dad. Getting a bit claustrophobic, needs
to grow up. Sit down.

But every spare minute she's got, she
goes running home to them.

And they are never off the phone.

I mean, sometimes her mum rings here two
or three times a night. That is not

normal.

She's got a boyfriend?

Well, that's what I'm saying. She might,
she might not have.

I mean, I know I don't say much, but
she's about as talkative as a piece of

fried fish.

Although she has been a bit strange
lately.

So maybe she has got a fella.

Strange? Yeah, kind of excited.

What's that word?

That's like a washing machine.

What's she been excited about?

I thought it was her holiday. Oh, what
is that word? Holiday? No, you know,

the clothes go round.

Um, agitated?

Yeah. That's it. That is the one.

She's been agitated.

So, Gabriella Lou continues taking a
week's annual leave.

And she was last seen leaving her flat
in possession of two small suitcases.

You're very well informed.

I thought we'd agreed to drop this.

You talk about imagination.

Imagine this.

You don't know this girl or the family.

They're just strangers off the street
who come in with their story and I ask

to take it on.

You'd laugh at me.

But I do know the family.

You know them too well.

I know there's something wrong.

The girl's taken a few days' leave from
work.

She's packed her bags and taken off
somewhere. Where's the mystery?

She hasn't told her parents.

She's 28.

She doesn't need to tell anybody.

This is normal behaviour, Maisie.

I think you're too close.

You're too involved. There's nothing
wrong here.

Yeah, well, let's hope you're right, eh?

Well, I'll get back to me burglary then,
shall I?

The missing girl knocked my pinning wall
in court.

Can either of you tell me why?

No?

I'll tell you then, shall I?

Someone's been talked to the DCI.

I wonder who that can be.

Call me old -fashioned, but I am so
disappointed.

I'm sorry?

Sudden case of amnesia?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You didn't tell the DCI that Gabriella
had taken annual leave?

No. Or seen leaving her flat with a
suitcase?

No.

Don't lie to me, George.

I didn't.

See you.

Where are you going to sit down?

No, thanks.

Biscuit?

Squashed pies.

You can sweeten me up with a Gary Baldy
biscuit.

Well, that was worth a try.

That woman is nothing but an animated
computer.

Now, on second thought, scrub the
animated.

I don't reckon she's got a life outside
the office.

No home.

Just a docking station where she plugs
herself in and recharges.

She's a copper.

Just like you and me. Oh, no.

No, you count me out.

She's honest and she's straight. She's
hard -working. Okay.

Okay, maybe I'm too involved.

Okay, I'm probably too close to the
family, but... Sometimes you just... You

just feel things.

I know there's something wrong.

The look on Tony girl's last seen six
days ago, yes?

There's been no word from her since.

And no one knows where she is.

I told you.

Okay.

If there's still no word from her by
tomorrow evening, then I think we should

resume inquiries.

I'll clear it with Susan.

That do?

Tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow afternoon.

Tomorrow lunchtime.

That's my final offer.

Done.

When we get home, I'm going to make you
a big plate of risotto con scampi.

You have to eat something, darling.

Cheese on toast.

With Worcestershire.

Hi, Meg.

Gabriela. Hi, Mama.

You all right?

Gabriela.

Gabriela.

Your mother's been worried sick.

I was only gone a few days.

Why didn't you call?

I needed some space.

She's been losing her mind.

That's not my fault.

How could you do this to her?

You know what, Papa?

This might surprise you, but just this
once I wasn't thinking about her. I was

thinking about me.

You never think about anyone else. That
isn't true.

I'm not a child.

I'm not even that young anymore. I've
spent my whole life thinking and

about Mama, so don't tell me that I...

Where did you go?

To a hotel. With a man?

No. Who is he? I went on my own. Is he
Italian?

There is no man. You can't expect me to
believe you went to a hotel on your own.

I did.

No, this is about me, not some man.

I needed some space to think and sort
things out.

I've had enough, Papa.

I can't be a little girl anymore.

I've got to leave.

You have left.

I don't just mean this house.

You can't.

If I stay here, I'll go mad too.

Where will you go?

As far away as possible.

Mama's doing chicken for supper.

In the special sauce you like.

Before we eat, will you sing for her?
Oh, no! It's not a lot to ask.

You know how she loves to hear you sing.

Don't disappoint her.

Is this the first time we did this?

Yeah. A year after Michael.

Oh. And all the kids.

I remember the first time you two
brought me here.

I couldn't believe it. A couple of goody
two -shoes breaking and entering.

You love the quiet.

Just sit around with... Why did you
bring me that song?

Mark, I've got a soft spot for you.

I can't think why.

What did you do on the anniversary?

Years I was abroad.

Used to come on my own.

One time I nearly got nicked by
security.

Never. Only I was too quick for it.

I miss him so much.

You're not eating. Come on, eat.

You're so thin.

I'm not... I think you're not eating
enough. She's so thin.

No, I think she... She needs to come
home more to have proper meal.

I eat well enough.

So skinny.

You never have a real breakfast.

Oh, Mama.

I'm sure she has. I wouldn't want to eat
in that flat myself.

She's fine. The kitchen is filthy.

I'm all white. No, I've got to drive
home.

This is your home.

Nothing more.

Of course it is.

And you're staying here tonight.

But I... We haven't seen you all week.

What one night?

Okay. That horrible little place. I
don't know how you can stand it.

All right.

She likes it there.

Yes, but she's got a very nice room
here.

You must leave.

You tell the girl you are going. You
give her your key.

It's a horrible place.

She likes it.

How can she like it? The place smells.

Actually, I'm going to leave.

No. No, Mama's right. It's horrible
there.

Not loud. The girl is seeing sense.

You come home, and we'll redecorate your
room.

I'm not coming home.

But you said.

I'm leaving the flat.

And I'm going to leave the country.

What? I'm going traveling.

Abby. Where?

I don't know yet.

When will you come back?

I don't know.

You must know.

I'm never coming back!

Sun winds off.

Oh, sorry, love.

You're a bad dog.

She doesn't bite.

Men.

Your feasibility study, ma 'am. I've had
a few thoughts.

Really?

I do have them now again.

Excellent, thanks.

D .I. Raines?

The Luke and Tony girl, I've been
thinking.

Sometimes we do have to trust our
instinct, so maybe we should make a few

inquiries.

Have you been talking to Mr Freeman?

No, why?

Excuse me, Mum.

There's a phone call for you.

Well, take a message.

It's important, Mum.

Franco, there's something I've got to
tell you. Can we speak outside?

I need to talk to both of you. Me first.

On my own.

Please.

Franco, I've come about Gabby.

You must call the priest.

I'm afraid something terrible has
happened. I will give you his number.

The priest?

Anna is going to need someone to look
after her when you take me away.

I'm not going to take you away. You are.

It was me.

I killed her.

It's an attempt to refine our internal
counting procedure.

What if a piece of protocopying is
relevant for several different cases? We

divide out the cop.

I have an officer working on two cases
at the same time.

Same thing?

Which case gets a bill if the officer
has to answer a call of nature?

What is this obsession everyone has with
the lavatory?

I'll catch up.

Maisie.

Maisie, how were things last night?

Sorry?

You and Kelvin.

Sorry, not now, Jack.

Are you okay?

I've had better days.

Gabriella, Luke and Tony's dead.

And her father's confessed to killing
her.

Gavin, I thought you could use a cup of
tea.

How's Anna?

Anna, my wife.

She's going to need help.

How much does

she know?

Nothing specific.

What's that mean?

Apparently this morning Franco told her
that Gabby had gone away.

She doesn't know she did.

I thought I would leave that to you.

Thanks.

You're gonna have to be very brave.

I've got bad news about Gabby.

She's gone.

It's worse than that, my love.

I'm afraid Gabby's dead.

Gabby?

There's no easy way to tell you this.

Franco said he killed her.

Not possible.

That's a mistake.

Franco, I am really struggling here to
take this in.

I killed her.

Yes, you told me that already, but I
want to know why.

Did Gabby do something wrong?

No.

Was she ill?

No.

Did something happen while she was away?

No.

You doted on her?

Yeah.

So why did you kill her?

How could you do such a thing?

I killed her.

Right, madam, if we could start with
your name. I don't want to speak to you.

Mrs... I want to speak to Detective
Inspector Raine. First I have to ask

name.

Maisie. Maisie.

Raine.

That's her name. Yes. I need your name.

The angel Gabriel from heaven

came.

His wings as drifted snow.

His eyes as came. I'll see what I can
do.

From God all hail the angel said.

I didn't know you could sing.

Only when necessary.

You've got a beautiful voice.

Is there something you want to tell me?

I know.

Yes.

Well?

I killed my child.

I have to be with Franco.

I have to be with him.

I'm sorry, but... Franco!

Franco!

Franco!

Franco!

Franco!

She didn't do it.

I know she didn't. That's why she keeps
saying she did.

To protect him.

That's obvious.

Maybe they did it together.

Possibly. I've been going into that shop
for over 20 years.

And in all that time, I've only ever
wanted to talk about one thing.

They adore her.

Especially Anna.

Maybe there was an argument.

So they killed her?

No, I don't buy that.

Depends what the argument was about.

Mum?

The other day in here, you said I told
the DCI about the girl taking annual

leave.

But I didn't, Mum.

I know.

Sergeant Farrell.

Sorry?

I asked the DCI.

So? What?

The S word.

I beg your pardon?

You owe me an apology.

Yeah, yeah.

All right.

Consider it said.

I'd like to hear it, Mum, if you don't
mind.

Would you like a doughnut?

No, thank you.

I'm sorry.

I haven't said that word in over ten
years.

This don't seem right.

I'm afraid it's necessary.

She didn't like no one touching her
stuff.

Used to get the right hand for whether
or not I was to borrow her lipstick.

Still, she's in no position to complain
now, is she?

You'll find all her jewellery and her
old letters in that top right -hand

behind the box next to her knickers.

I found them when I was dusting.

Pathetic.

The stuff we leave behind.

Makes you think, doesn't it?

What's it all about, eh?

What's the point?

Is that an existential question?

I don't know.

What do you think, Sarge? Don't ask me.

I'm strictly a two -syllable man.

Mum. What have you got there?

Contact for the victim's dressing table.

Not much to show for a life, is it?

How did you do it?

Why did you do it?

When Gabby got her A -level results,

You gave a little party, remember?

You invited Michael and me. A glass of
wine, some cheese.

You three were so happy.

We were so proud of her.

I need to understand why you did it.

Was there an argument?

Maybe...

Were you angry with her?

Yes, but... Go on.

It seemed so clear last night.

Talk to me, Franco.

But now I'm not so... not so sure.

you thinking about?

Italy.

A spring day a long time ago.

A beautiful young woman in a white
dress.

Anna.

She used to sing all the time and laugh.

You didn't know her then.

What happened to make a change?

Why are you bothering with this?

I've told you already.

I killed Gabriela. Me.

On my own.

And there's an end of it.

It was me.

Franco did it with him. He's protecting
me. You want me to sign something, make

it official?

Later.

So how did you do it?

Your love had the test done. You don't
need me to tell you.

Can't have been easy.

It wasn't.

And then getting her to the church.

How did you manage that?

I managed.

How?

Exactly.

You weren't even there, were you?

I am responsible.

I'm surprised that Gabby going off like
that without telling you.

Midweek break in a country hotel?

Not really her style.

She wanted some time on her own.

She said she wanted to think.

What about?

Her life.

What sense?

She wanted to travel.

She was going to leave me.

Is that why you killed her?

Losing someone is a terrible thing.

Things are changing all the time,
Franco.

They don't have to. They do.

It's how life is.

First thing this morning, you booked a
ticket for Italy.

How do you know that?

I'm a detective.

Did you intend on running away?

What then?

It was for Anna.

It's best she goes back to her family
now.

It's only in Italy she can get better.

There's something.

I know there's something.

I can smell it.

I can practically touch it.

I don't know what it is.

You've got a confession.

Supported by forensics. So?

It's not enough.

Look, I can understand your frustration.

You knew the girl.

And the parents.

But you've done your job.

She was going travelling.

Stop this. It would have changed their
lives. Stop it. I mean, Anna would have

taken it badly, but nothing in this
league.

You've got to let it go.

I can't.

Mum?

Mum?

The other day when I talked to the DCI.

What?

When I told her the Luke and Tony girl
had packed her bags.

Yeah?

Well, I tried changing the subject, but
she kept going on, and in the end I had

to tell her, but... Forget it.

I just wanted to say sorry.

Doesn't matter now, does it?

Girl's dead.

Don't you ever wish the world was
divided neatly down the middle?

White sombreros here, black sombreros
there.

Make our job easier.

Well, I know two things about my
Italians that don't add up.

One, they're both good people.

Two,

Franco's killed their only child.

Their only child?

Yeah.

What about the sister?

What's this stuff?

Franco, Anna, Gabriella and Carmelina.

November 1971.

Where did you get it?

Who's Carmelina?

Where was it?

In the bedroom at Gabby's flat.

Give it to me.

Who's Carmelina?

She was six years old.

She was playing with a ball.

The baby was in the pram.

That would be Gabby.

It was a Sunday.

I was

In the park, playing football.

I should have been home with my family.

Gabriella cried.

And Anna bent over to pick her up.

Carmelina chased the ball.

She didn't see the car coming.

It was all my fault.

Don't you see?

Everything.

Tell me about last night.

I went to her room once Anna was asleep.

I wanted to talk to her again.

To persuade her. To beg with her if I
had to. She couldn't leave.

She was all we had left.

She was asleep.

She looked like a child with her hair
under the pillow.

I went to wake her. I had my hand on her
arm. But I knew

it wouldn't be any good.

She'd wake, and we'd argue, and then
she'd go.

And I... I couldn't let her go. For
Anna's sake, I couldn't.

Then... It was so obvious

what I had to

do.

So...

I took the pillow and held it

over her face.

It didn't take long.

Mea culpa.

Mea culpa.

Everything's the same.

As if nothing has happened.

He did it because we want to.

I've known these people longer than I
can remember.

I knew Hannah had bad days and Franco
and Gabby had to be strong, but

in all those years, I had no idea they'd
had a child that died.

They were ashamed.

They felt guilty about it. Why did they
never talk about it?

This case has been very hard for you.

He's not a bad person.

He'll probably get manslaughter.

Diminished responsibility.

When I took Anna home just now, I've
never seen such sadness.

We won't oppose bail. He'll be out there
tomorrow.

And how will she get through tonight?

Drink.

Yes, please.

How's the allotment coming on?

Are you trying to distract me?

Yes.

Well, the weeds are growing in straight
lines.

Look at all that progress, Mum.

Susan, we're off duty now.

Earlier, before we found the body, you
said that we should make more inquiries.

I'm grateful.

I know she was already dead by then,
but... There's nothing you could have

Maisie. You do know that.

I know it up here, but... I need a
drink.

On me.

And what can I be mean to talk to you
about? What's that?

Barragas.

Barragas? I think you should give it
some serious consideration.

I don't even like it. But it could be a
good career move.

Are you? I know some DCIs prefer Belgian
chocolates, but in my opinion...

Thank you, sir.