All language subtitles for Down.Cemetery.Road.S01E04.1080p.x265-ELiTE

Zoë, it's me, Sarah.

What the hell happened? Where are you?

Okay. So…

Rufus tried to kill me,

and then ponytail man
who I told you about,

well, he was following me
and he shot Rufus.

Wait. Hang on, wait.
Rufus, hashtag hat, he's dead?

Yeah, but he wasn't ever Rufus.
Rufus was just made up.

So this ponytail man,
I'm guessing you're with him?

Yeah. He's trying to find Dinah too.

Any other details?

He's got a tattoo.
I think it might be regimental.

Okay…
Okay, I'm gonna send you a photograph.

Just hang on, hang on, hang on.

That's him. Third from the left.

Okay.

His name's Michael Downey.
Officially, he's dead.

Could I interest you
in getting the fuck out of there?

Yeah, but I think he knows more
than he's letting on.

And honestly, he's okay. He saved my life.

Listen to me, Sarah.

Find out everything you can
and then get the fuck out of there,

- wherever there is.
- It's fine--

- Give me that.
- What? No! No! Stop!

Sarah.

Fuck.

Stop it! Stop it! No! Just--

You all right?

What's wrong?

What can I do? What can I do?

What's wrong? What's wrong? What…

What can I do? What can I…
You want some water. Water. Water. Water.

Shit! There's no water. How can--
Okay-- Help me. Please tell me…

Good God, help me.

Tell me what to do. Tell me what--

Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Welling?

Is everything all right in there?

Okay…

Hello?

- Hello?
- Yeah, hi.

There was a bit of a commotion.

Is everything all right?

Yeah. We're absolutely fine.

There was a lot of noise.

Yeah. Sorry about that.

We're all good. We're just, you know,
having a really good time.

Okay.

I see.

Yeah, we don't get away from the kids
that often, you know. So when we do…

Of course. Why not?

Yeah. Okay, so thanks.

- Thanks, Sam. Yeah.
- I'll let you get back to it.

- Okay, bye.
- And don't forget your safe words.

The light has shone on you tonight

But I'll go walking through
The darkened streets alone

And fall asleep with a smile

Saving my pennies
'Cause the oracle told me so…

I've learned to trust my head to turn

Get on with it, you twat.

Really?

Why didn't you fucking listen to me?

I got these…

Some pills in the bag.

There's hardly any left.

Histropine.

Can you just…

You know, I could help you
if you told me a bit more.

I do know about painkillers.

Previous.

What is it you've got exactly?

Sports injury.

Right. Sure.

Here.

Why are you being so nice?

You do have a gun.

And we're both looking for Dinah.

What exactly are we doing here?

Well, due to recent events
at one of our safe houses,

we've had to move an asset.

So let's make it a little less Guantánamo,

Clem, and a little bit more nursery.

Are you up for that? Yes?

Yep.

Good lad. Right. Follow me.

Right, let's have a look then.

Three, two, one.

It's just a…
It's a bit of surface clutter, isn't it?

Now crack it open, Clem,
let's see what you've got.

Yes, Clem. Yes.

It can be quite bougie.

Well, yeah. And I've also got…

- …one of these.
- Child friendly too.

That's great. Your hard work
and commitment do not go unnoticed.

So let's keep supporting each other. Yes?

- Yes. Yes.
- Yeah.

And we can push on through. Can't we?

- Yes.
- Yes. Good lad.

What time will I be picked up?

When you're finished.

Yep.

Okay. What's the plan?

We should get going.

I'll go get us some food
to take with your pills.

Where's the gun?

Okay, so… Yeah,
recent events have put me a bit on edge.

And so…

Having loaded guns lying around
wasn't helping with that.

On edge is how you should feel.
There are people after us. Where is it?

Okay, it's in the safe. Where it's safe.

What's the combination?

I'll give you the combination if you
tell me what your pills are really for.

God almighty, okay.

Okay, they're experimental,
I've got a rare neurological condition.

What is the combination?

I'll go get you some food.

No. No. You tell me the combination now.

Okay, okay. It's 8-0-0-8.

Boob?

What?

I've got a very sophisticated
sense of humor.

Hello?

Nice.

Histropine.

Excuse me.
My computer's not for guests, okay?

We offer complimentary Wi-Fi for use with
your own devices. Thank you very much.

Yeah. Sorry, Sam. I was just emailing
the babysitter, you know.

Because we broke the phone. Oops.

Do you wanna…

Anyway. You know what? You know what?
Your chair is way too high, by the way.

Yeah, if you can't place
your feet correctly,

you're gonna get major back issues.

Thank me when you're 40.

Hello, are we ready to order?

Yeah, a flat white, oat milk please.

- Anything to eat with that--
- I'm fine.

We've a range of patisserie.

Can I have your largest coffee?

And this is gonna sound a bit like
a weird request,

but could it be really hot?

Cause I've got no time for that sort of
lukewarm, taste the beans nonsense.

And can I have one of those meringues,
four times as wide as your mouth?

He's paying. Eleven quid for coffee
and a bun. You lot must be minted.

Thank you.

Zoë, you can't just wake me up
in the middle of the night

with a screed of texts.

It's totally unreasonable.

Yeah, but worked though, didn't it?
Here you are. What's the news?

Well, I opened up Joe's case
first thing this morning.

Twenty minutes later my boss shut me down.

- Did she now?
- I've been told to leave it.

Is that it? Is that what you came
all the way to London for?

To tell me you got fuck all?

Obviously not. I've got this.

Now, it's not about Joe

and there's nothing
in the forensics report about the bomb.

But the John Doe in the morgue.
I've got his autopsy report.

Good boy.

Whoa, whoa. No photos.
I don't want a digital trail.

A tiny bit paranoid.

It's only paranoid if it's imaginary.
Just read it. And quickly.

I need to get it back
before anyone sees it's gone.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Isaac Wright, that's odd.

Hang on, if the autopsy was in Oxford,
why is it signed off by a London doctor?

Yeah, that's not normally how it works.
Dr Isaac Wright.

You've seen that name before?

Never. Thought I knew most
of the pathologists covering this patch.

- Look at that. Steaming, thank you.
- Thank you.

So, we're off to see Dr Wright.

What's this "we"?

I've got a job, Zoë, which I am putting
on the line by going AWOL with this file.

I can't just run around after you
like Doctor Who's assistant.

That's your choice.

I would treat you with more respect
than your current bosses.

Well, thanks for the meringue, and…

Fucking hell.
That's mad. That's fucking mad.

That literally came apart in my hands.

So, gentlemen, ladies,

let's remind ourselves
what kind of house this is.

A smelly house? Damp house?

Badly insulated house.

Safe house. It's a safe house.

And it's not very safe
if you let this man in, is it?

Oh, yeah. He had a key, to be fair.

Details.

The point is, now we need
to move her again.

Somewhere off the beaten track.

But we literally just settled in here.

I'm agency, all right? I'm not even staff.

I've only been booked for two days.

I've got to organize a hen party
next week in Skiathos.

Skiathos is off, I'm afraid.

But your hard work and commitment
do not go unnoticed.

So let's just keep supporting each other.

- Yeah.
- And we can push on through.

Oh, my God. What have you done there?

Have you just asked a chatbot,
"How do I motivate a workforce?"

No.

Oh, my God.

That is what you've done.
That is literally what you've done.

You've got 20 minutes to pack.

Right, let's get you in the big birdie.

She's five, she's not stupid.

Chill out.

Hey.

This is gonna be an adventure, this.

- Isn't it?
- Yeah.

It's very loud.

Let's pop these on your ears.

Okay? All right?

Exciting.

Bye-bye.

Bollocks!

Distance from tracker: 140 miles.

141 miles.

Amos.

You know that Histropine website
I built for you? Well, it got a hit.

Where from?

Hotel just outside of Reading.
Two and half stars on Tripadvisor.

Good work. Won't kick you out just yet.

See? You do need me.

Almeida Inn. Sweet dreams
and happy endings, guaranteed.

Hi. It's Julian from head office,
and you are?

Sam.

Sam. I'm going through
last night's bookings, Sam.

And there's a discrepancy I just need
to iron out. Did anyone pay in cash?

Yeah. One couple.

There you go. There's still a few
dinosaurs causing me mischief.

I know. I could hardly
remember how to open the cash box.

Sam. What's the name?

It was Robert Welling.

Right. All I need is the room number

and then I can get things
to match up this end.

They're in 217.

Robert Welling and friend in 217.
You are a star, Sam.

All right. Thanks, love. Bye.

- Bye.
- Bye. Bye.

Fuck.

- Oh, my God!
- And… that's them done.

For half an hour anyway.

Who are you hiding from, exactly?

The pills work quicker when I don't
have to answer stupid questions.

Okay.

Why is Dinah mixed up in all this?

Dinah's the daughter of my friend.
Whose name you do not need to know.

What's your name?

They got Dinah's mum, okay?

It's down to me look out for the girl.

- But why did they get--
- No.

That's all I'm telling you.
More than I should have.

We need to go.

We can't stay hiding here.
They'll be coming after us.

Great. Okay.

You know what? We could do
with a change of clothes, you know?

Like, disguise ourselves,
change identities.

- You know. Might be worth a try, like--
- Are you getting off on this?

Bit of fugitive porn before you go back
to your middle class life.

- I'm just trying to lighten the mood.
- The mood is pretty fucking dark.

Wait.

You're right.

A change of clothes would be good.

Great. 'Cause my top is beginning to honk.

I have got you booked in
for two nights in room 220.

And I've already got your card details.
Thank you.

And I can give you your key, which is…

Hi, Sam.
Hi, I'm just looking for something.

You carry on. You carry on.

Sorry, that's two nights in room 220.

Breakfast is between 8:00
and 11:00 every morning

and you are just into the lift,
second floor, on your right.

And if you need anything else from me,

I'm just gonna be tucked away
behind this desk here for you. All right?

- Thanks so much. Enjoy your stay.
- Thank you so much.

- Cheers, mate.
- Thank you. Bye-bye, now.

What exactly have you lost?

Oh, no. I've found it. I found it, Sam.

Thank you, Sam.

Help yourself.
No one's coming back for that.

Excuse me. Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm just heading up to…

Welling, 217.

Sure.

Sam. Psst. Psst. Sam.

That guy… That guy, he's…

He's my ex.

He's been stalking me. And…

I don't know. Can you…
Can you just stall him

until I get back up to my husband?

What?

No, he's not even a real delivery guy.

He's a legitimate psychopath.

You have to help me, please.

Come on, Sam. You'd want someone
to help your sister, wouldn't you?

I don't have a sister.

Okay, girlfriend then.

Okay. Mother?

You do have a mother.

Come on, please, please.
You have to help me. Please.

Hello, sir.

There's been a change
of practice on deliveries.

So, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid
I am going to need to see some ID.

No, you don't.

I'm not throwing any shade on you
in particular.

It's just policy.

Oh, shit. Shi--

It's a security thing.

We just need to get the names
on the system.

So I just need to scan your ID.

We have to go. Now. Now!

Get the gun! Get the gun!

No, no. That's not the code I put in.

- Boob. Boob. Boob.
- I changed the code. All right?

Emergency, which service do you require?

Yes. Police, please.

Fuck.

Was your hand shaking
when you put the code in?

I will get it.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Where?

Legs okay?

- I'm fine. Fine. Go.
- Come on!

This is my me-time, Malik.

My secretary shouldn't have told you
I was here.

Sorry, sir. It is urgent.

Well, it's always urgent with you,
isn't it, Malik?

So?

That charming accessory
doesn't reassure me

you have your cavalcade
of cack under control.

Well, actually, we've moved the child.

But Amos Crane has gone
haywire at a hotel.

Something needs to be done.

So, sacking hasn't worked.

Now you want him permanently erased.
Do you, Malik?

He's on a one-man revenge mission, sir.

He's a risk to us all.

Do you have someone in mind for the job?

Sir. Well, it can't be anybody
that knows him.

No. Of course. Can you imagine?

They'd be too fucking terrified.

No amateurs.

And don't piss this one
up the wall, Malik.

I don't want this coming back on me.

And hold your nerve, man.

Yes, sir.

Isaac. I'll thrash you first,
then business, hmm?

And I won't, sir.

Piss it up the wall, I mean.

Enjoy your tennis.

Off you fuck.

Elsbeth, I'm in Marylebone, why don't
I book us in for a chemical peel?

Fuck.

- Hello?
- Yeah, it's me, Wayne.

Wayne, could you not ring me when I'm just
pretending to be on my phone, please?

Remember what you said the other day?
Well, I've been really thinking about it.

Course I remember what I said to you.
But in the event that I didn't…

what was it?

About how even though your dreams
can get you in trouble,

they're, like, also your salvation.

Yeah. I'd just come from
seeing my dead husband.

So, maybe don't take it to heart, eh.

No, I have. I have taken it to heart
'cause I'm quitting

so I can stream full time.

Please tell me

it's that quiet quitting thing that's not
quitting at all, but Gen Z bollocks.

Yeah. I just did it, Zoë.
I just sent the email.

Good job, Wayne.

I've got to say that, haven't I?
'Cause the damage is done.

What? What?

Well, no, I…
Zoë, I can't unsend it now, can I?

I'd have to hack into their computer

and I promised my probation guy
that I'd stopped all of that.

Wait, you're on probation?

Well, maybe I won't delete your number.

You might come in handy after all.

No, no, wait. Zoë,
if I called this wrong then, Zoë…

- Gotta go.
- Z--

Bugger.

Hello. I'm here to see Dr. Wright
if that's at all possible.

- Do you have an appointment?
- Not as yet.

But I wondered if you could
maybe sneak me in.

I'm sorry, he's all booked up
for this afternoon.

That is a shame. I've heard he's
absolutely the top man to see.

Just supposing there was a no-show,
could you maybe sneak me in?

I'm self-funding, if that's of any help.

There really is nothing
this afternoon, madam.

But if you leave me your name…

Oh, Lord, there's somebody breaking
into that car.

- In broad daylight!
- What car?

You'd think this was a safe area,
wouldn't you?

- Dr. Wright.
- Broken Britain.

- Small emergency.
- That's what that is.

Bastards.

Hello. Sorry to interrupt,
the doc had to pop out for a mo.

I'm IT support.

What are you in for? Just out of interest?

RSI. Dr. Wright's a nerve specialist.

Oh, yeah.

Much sought after, I've heard.

That looks nasty.

But, still, you're in very good hands.

Hands.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Don't just stand there, Lara.
Call the insurance company.

No, call the window people.

I'm calling the police.

No, Lara, don't call the police.

The police will just stand around
and piss themselves laughing, won't they?

Nice one.

That's your man.

Pretty boy, isn't he?

Well.

Won't be for long.

Speaking of which,
do you want it done neat or messy?

Neat, please.

Accidental or natural causes?

Natural causes.

Makes sense. I'm guessing he's lived
a stressful lifestyle.

Shit!

Is your friend all right?

Don't you worry about him, pal.

I'd just feel better
if I could brief you all at once.

We're dealing with quite
a dangerous individual.

For you maybe.

Look, just wire us the crypto
and stop worrying.

We'll take care of the upsetment, okay?

Okay. Half in advance
and half on completion.

Our terms of service state that
we must receive the full balance

before we start.

Unless, of course, you want to deal with
this Amos Crane gentleman yourself.

- Wank!
- All right.

Okay. Just give me an hour.

Isaac, I'm extremely busy.
You have precisely five seconds.

Someone stole my laptop.

And that is my problem, why exactly?

It was taken from my consulting room
and there were sensitive files on there.

I trust those sensitive files were
firewalled to fuckery?

I am hearing the silence.

Someone smashed up my car as well.
I think I'm being targeted.

What do you want me to do?

Have you checked the CCTV in your office?

I respect patient confidentiality.

- Of course you do.
- We've only got one hidden smart cam.

Was it all regular patients?
Anyone new on the list?

Regular patients.

And some woman who my secretary says
tried to self-fund with cash.

Send me a photo of her. Now.

I'm a gnat's cock away from putting
this whole business behind us, Isaac.

This I do not need.

Right.

You really need to stop.

I need a piss.

We should have left last night.
How did he find us?

I mean this probably isn't it,

but I looked up your drugs
on the hotel computer.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- But how would they--

Don't you learn anything?
That's traceable, everything's traceable.

- Fuck.
- But then I saved you, didn't I?

You're assuming
I would have lost the fight?

Fuck.

Look, you want to find Dinah,
I want to find Dinah.

We're a team.

Let's focus on that.

Pretty focused on the team
not having a gun anymore.

Yeah, well, if you'd kept
my safe combination…

We need to start assuming
that people are gonna recognize this van.

Okay. So, we need new wheels and a gun.

Guns, plural.

Morning, Mrs. Bucket.

It's Bucket.

I never knew that.

Trust me.

To me, people are usually
just a name on a note.

I will not have milkmen
reducing me to a piece of paper.

Is there something wrong, Mrs. Buck…

It seems all right…

I can't be quite sure about other bottles.

So please inform the people at the depot
that I want my own bottles back.

The bottles are sterilized, Mrs. Buck…
Bucket. The milk's pasteurized.

It's a matter
of complete indifference to me

whether it's sterilized,
pasteurized, immunized or privatized.

You are fucking kidding me.
Guy's a fucking unit. Fuck.

Next door in Elizabeth's house.

I don't see the significance.

In Elizabeth's house. A man.

Yes, I heard that. Steady on.
Maybe she's got the decorator in.

Get off! Get the fuck off me!

What's this do?

Hyacinth, perhaps her husband's
come back from Saudi Arabia.

It is not her husband.

I warned her against
watching Channel Four.

It's definitely around here somewhere.

What makes you so sure they won't be home?

Well, I'm not entirely sure.

But they've got about
five different homes.

London, Paris, New York.

They're on permanent tour
like Taylor Swift.

But with guns.

Yeah.

So, if the lights are off and there's no
big dick cars in the driveway, we're safe.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. That's it,
that's it, that's it, that's it.

Okay.

What are you doing?

See? No one home.

Right, how do we get in here?

Can you get out the light?

Wow. Did they train you how to…

Yeah. That.

Okay.

Oh, my God, look at his house.

Fucking hell. He's got columns.

Stop or I'll blow your heads off.

No! Gerard. Don't… No. Don't shoot!
Don't shoot. It's me, it's me, it's me.

It's me. Gerard, it's me, Sarah.

It's me. It's me.

Gerard.

For God's sake, Gerard. It's Sarah. Sarah.

Well, who's this?

And why didn't they knock?

I don't bloody know. But I'm…

I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason
which Sarah will explain, won't she,

- once you put that sodding shotgun down.
- I'm not putting anything down

until she explains to me
what she's doing in my house

and why she's dressed like a 12-year-old

and who the fuck this man is.

Look this man saved my life
when Rufus tried to kill me.

Hemp underpants Rufus?

It's a long story.

So, not a gas leak?

A bomb.

Planted by Just Stop Deodorant?

Rufus, yeah.

Darling, haven't I always said--

Yep. Never trust a man who juggles.

I really need your help.

We wouldn't ask if we weren't desperate.

Well, I suppose we can pretend
we didn't see you.

You can rest here for a few hours.

No, we might need a bit more than that.

Guns.

And a car.

Look. I don't know what your name is.

It's probably best that I don't,
so I'm gonna call you… Chris.

Don't you think enough people
have been hurt already?

So, no, Chris.

Just no.

What we should be doing is
getting the police involved.

- No.
- Commissioner's an old chum of mine.

- Yeah, of course he is.
- No police.

Look, we're doing this for Dinah.

She's a 5-year-old girl and
she's out there somewhere alone.

Poor little thing.

Can't we just help them, G? Come on.

Please?

All right.

All right.
You can have a car. Not the Ferrari.

And no guns. Can't have
this traced back to me.

He's not supposed to have half those guns,
are you, love?

I need the toilet.

Yeah, sure. It's just down
the hall and to the right.

Okay. Thank you.

- You'll sleep in the Burmese room, Chris.
- Right.

It's cultural appreciation,
not cultural appropriation.

I'm worried about you.
You don't know who this guy is.

Well, I spent half
my adult life with Mark.

Turns out I didn't know him at all.

Sometimes it's easier to ignore
all the evidence and just keep trying.

Emergency, which service?

Hang up.

Drop it.

Help! Help!

Sarah!

Fucking help me!

You and your fucking boyfriends.

He's not my fucking boyfriend.

Well, untie me! It's…

Paula!

- Stop!
- Jesus!

- What the fuck's the matter with you?
- Fuck's the matter with you?

Pissing off without a word.

Look, I saved your life.
I brought you to safety.

I also saved you, if you hadn't forgotten.
We're a team.

We're not a team!

Where are you even going?
You don't know where Dinah is.

Well, I got that guy
Rufus's phone, all right?

And when the time is right, I will call.

I'm sorry?

I'm sorry?

What, you had a phone all along?

Fucking arsehole!

Sarah, this is not about you!

They'll be waiting to hear from me!

And they'll tell me where she is
because it is me that they want!

What? So, she's bait?

That is just the way it is, okay?
And I need to finish this alone.

No, you can't do this alone.
You're ill and you're weak.

Sarah, go home!

I don't have a home, do I?

Sarah, I cannot be
your escape route, okay?

I've done things. I've killed people.

Well, yeah. You're a soldier.
That's what soldiers do.

No, you don't fucking get it, do you?

I am a marked man.

And I don't need
your death on my conscience too.

Bloody shitting hell!

You really have been
the most gracious guests!

Blame Sarah.

Now get the fuck out of my way.

Hey! No, no, no.
You're not having Paula's beamer.

- Christ!
- No fucking way! Not now, no way!

It's just a cocking car, Gerry.

- Here. Go. Good luck.
- Thank you. Thank you. Sorry, sorry.

- Did you not hear what I just said?
- Yep, I did.

Even more reason for me to come.

- Now, drive.
- We'll get another one.

It's just a fucking--

Fucking hell.

Go away from my window

Go away from my door

Go away from my bedside

Don't bother me no more

And bother me no more

Well, go on your way
Be happy

Go on your way and rest

But please remember

Honey, I really did love you best

I really did love you best