All language subtitles for Fortitude S01E06 Episode 6

Didn't know him, never met him, didn't
kill him. Can you tell me how your T

-shirt got covered in blood?

My little boy was sick.

Something terrible happened to him.

In the little boy's bedroom.

Covered in blood.

I found it in Stoddard's study, but the
scan has Pettigrew's name on it. When I

asked you if he had stayed at that
hotel, you blushed like you're doing

now. You knew him, though.

Pettigrew's the reason he's here.

The little boy was there when Charlie
Stoddard was murdered.

It was right there.

Smith, be careful.

Frostbite could cause serious damage to
your ears.

Frostbite really could.

Take hold of this.

You have this. Put it on. I only live up
there.

And you can put it through the leather
box.

Come on.

Eat.

Hey, hey, hey, eat.

Oh, doctor.

Years ago, my mother used to say to me,
she'd say, in this world, Elwood, you

must be, she always called me Elwood.

In this world, Elwood, you must be oh so
smart.

I recommend pleasant.

Quiet. You may quote me.

Leo, stay there.

What's your name?

Sit down.

There you go. Is that better?

What's all this?

Have you not been well?

You're absolutely freezing.

Will you tell me your name?

What were you doing out there in the
cold?

Your feet are stone cold.

Mr. Sutter?

Hi.

Mr... Poussachev? Yeah. Yeah, we have
met.

Parents' evening.

You were there.

In spirit, if not in person.

I'm Liam's teacher. Yeah, I know who you
are.

He's a very bright boy.

Yeah. Yeah.

Very talkative.

Friendly. Helpful.

Takes after his mother, I guess.

Probably. I need to get on home.

I hear he has mumps.

That's right, yeah.

I need to...

Okay, you're bleeding.

Where are you bleeding from?

Liam, tell me what happened.

Liam, are you hurt?

Liam,

what has happened to you?

Liam, are you hurt?

Son, tell me what happened.

That is the bleeding!

Why didn't they look home?

Where's Mom?

She's, um... She'd be home in a minute.

Door opened, Dad.

Petra, can you hold this for me?

Right up there like that, just like
that?

Okay, so the potato peeler is used
first, and that's the superficial wounds

here. That's why there's not a great
amount of blood.

And the stabbing arc is quite short.

And he picks up a knife, and he slashes
closer, downward, like this.

And finally, the cleaver.

That's what caused the blood to spray.

Right.

Which is consistent with the assailant
sitting astride the man and hacking

downwards.

What?

I don't know.

I can see something strange.

There's something inside him, something
tiny.

What do you see?

A foreign object.

A fragment stuck to the lower left rib,
the underside of the rib.

I can't see it.

Would you pull it out, please?

At first I thought it was a bone

fragment, but...

From a child.

Hyperbaric oxygen treatment can help
damaged cells recover.

Any tissue in Liam's feet that can be
saved will be as long as he is in there.

And what happens if we wake him up?

Just long enough to speak to him. When
he becomes fully conscious, the pain

be unbearable.

Well, then that's not an option.

We could leave the child alone and learn
nothing.

We can wake him up, and we'll get some
answers.

I think we have to wake him up.

Yes.

But not before I talk to the mother.

No. No.

No, you listen to me. Someone must have
put that there. That is not him.

I'm sorry, Jill. No!

Don't touch me! Get off me!

Somebody's done this to him!

Jules, look at me.

Him's going to be okay.

I won't let any harm come to your son.

You promised me that before.

We have to wake him. No!

Fuck you!

Leave him alone!

Fuck you!

Hey, sweetie.

It's Mommy.

Mommy's here.

Are you awake?

Liam?

Rapid low voltage EEG.

He's beginning to wake now.

Going to up his painkiller by five mil.

Liam, can you hear me?

It's okay, sweetheart.

You're safe.

And the doctor's looking after you. I
want you to talk to somebody, okay?

Answer the questions.

Liam, how are you feeling?

So I'm going to ask you some questions.

You think you can follow me?

Liam, I think he's drifting.

Give it a moment.

Be quick, please.

I will.

Liam, were you with someone that night?

No.

No? How did you get across town?

Walk. Alone?

Please. Okay.

Yes.

Liam, can you remember what happened in
the kitchen?

Onions.

And do you remember... Doggie.

Doggie.

Wake up.

Stop there. My feet, Mom.

My feet.

My feet are burning.

You have to stop this now.

Wait, wait.

What?

Liam, Liam, what happened? My hands.

My hands.

I put my hands inside the man.

What's happening?

He's stable.

cope with this.

She can.

And Charlie must have... He must have
brought him in from the

cold and then...

What?

I'm very tired.

I know.

Here, come here. Give me a hand.

I can't get my big, fat fingers in here.
Look.

Look, you see these? See these two
wires?

Uh -huh. The black and the red one?

Yeah. I want you to touch them together
for me.

Why? Because it'll make the engine
start.

Come on.

Can't you do it? No, I can't, Ben.

Because you hurt your hand. No, I
haven't. You have, I know you have.

Carrie, will you do as I tell you? Touch
the two wires together, please.

No. Carrie!

No! You'll do as you're fucking told!

Do as you're fucking told, touch the
wires together, and we'll get out of

Please!

My baby, come here.

Hey, you're my baby.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, Gary, I'm so sorry.

Everything I've done, I'm so sorry.

You're my baby. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Your leg still hurts?

Yeah, a little bit.

Listen, Trish.

We have the murderer for sure.

That's it.

The virtual refugee guy. No, not him.

His son.

His son?

Yes, his little boy, he did it.

A little boy?

Yes, he's ten years old, he did it.

A ten -year -old child?

Yes. A child killed Charlie?

Yes, Trish. That's what you're telling
me now?

How do a mum and dad cope with a thing
like that?

I don't know.

I mean, how does a little boy have...
Sorry, Marcus.

How does he even have the strength?

Well, from experience, I'll tell you,
children can be surprisingly strong.

A ten -year -old boy having a tantrum.

Tantrum?

Well, struggling.

No.

Hello, Henry.

Morning, Shirley.

Madness has its own strength.

There's an offer on the blue swan vodka
this week.

Sorry. So, this child, ten years old.

It's a boy I know well.

What about him?

Oh, he transpired as the killer.

I know you run out of words, out of
thoughts.

What child?

I know.

Beyond human understanding, but that is
what happened.

Liam Sutter, ten years old, hacked a
grown man to death.

I tried to teach them that life is a
precious thing.

Forgive me.

No, I, I, I, I... Hey, what do you say
about Liam Sutter?

What's he saying?

I understand that you were telling me
the truth about where the blood came

We found corroborating evidence.

Liam bought the fingernail and it was
inside Stoddard's body.

Liam told us what he did.

He told us all.

In front of his mother. Stop it. I am
more sorry than I know how to say it,

Frank. Stop talking.

Do you know?

You know this is all shit.

Julia, I heard about your son.

I'm so sorry.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Take this.

And drink.

Have you got a drink?

A drink?

Jules Jules

Questions

of motive don't even enter into it do
they no no

This is a profound psychosis.

I mean, he takes the chopping block and
he smashes it down on Stoddard's head

and then hacking and stabbing and
relentless.

I mean, inhuman savagery from a 10 -year
-old kid.

Where did that come from?

Where?

This is not something we're qualified to
answer, Gene.

I guess not.

Yeah, Pettigrew.

They took the GPR scan, but they left a
folder.

And on the folder is written max 2 .5.

Yep. Nobody in technical resources has
any idea what is a maximum value of 2

It's a name.

Somebody's name.

In the research center. That's what it
is.

Excellent.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

So? I was just thinking, get some
candles, close the curtains, have

little seance, and ask Pettigrew what
the fuck it was he found before they

killed him. Goodbye.

Sheriff.

You attacked Frank.

No, no, I was trying to protect... You
attacked him.

And brought in questions.

And asked him a petty girl.

Stop. Stop.

Just stop.

I just came to say one thing to you.

Stay the fuck away from me.

You get it?

You're bad.

You're bad, Sheriff.

Feed a fever, starve a cold.

When I was a boy, my mother used to make
this soup for me, Shirley.

Cream of chicken broth.

And little herb dumplings.

I used to enjoy being ill.

Just for the soup.

Mmm.

Utterly delicious.

Sit up, honey.

Sit up, please.

Shirley.

No, thank you.

Michael, I can't.

Well, we're going to have to do
something before you fade away to

all.

Yep. Is this room 2 .5? Uh -huh.

Max, hey.

You lost this.

It's not mine. Before you go down this
sort of hopeless road of self

-incrimination, I should tell you that
Pettigrew made the scan that was in this

folder. Now the scan is gone, and
Pettigrew is dead.

And I think you know who took it.

And I would suggest you tell me, or
you're probably going to wind up dead

Yuri Lyubomov.

Who is he and what does he do?

He's the head of security at the Russian
mining town, Vukobagina.

He left to go back there today.

And are you frightened of Mr.

Lubomol?

Yes, I am.

I'll take care of him.

You see, Teprani, I think all this
tourist tat is a smokescreen for what

really are.

And what is it that I really am in your
eyes, my friend?

You're a powerful man with powerful
connections.

The old world of darkness and grudge.

Say it.

I think you are a shaman.

Henry, I'm just a stuffer of dead
beasts.

A peddler of gas door Indian.

I can't fix your cancer, Henry. I'm
sorry.

It's not my cancer that needs fixing.

It's not.

It's Liam Sutter.

The little boy.

I believe he needs very powerful
protection, Tammy.

Something terrible has happened.

His young mother in a state of shock and
disintegration.

Something is attacking them. I fucking
know it.

And I want you to build them one of
those things to protect them. What

Like a golem.

You told me all about it once. You mean
a chupalak.

That's it.

A chupalak.

If I was a shaman, I would tell you that
there is no such thing anymore.

If I was a shaman, I would tell you that
to complete a chupalak, according to

all the old rituals, The creature must
be finally baptized in the blood of a

murderer. Do you follow me?

Otherwise, it will have no power.

Now, where would a shaman lay his hands
on half a pint of murderer's blood?

May I join you?

This is a 20 -year -old Mossbank single
malt whiskey distilled on the

banks of Dumfries and Galloway since
1788.

And they have it here in fortitudes.

Incredible. Lunch.

I've ordered the lutefisk.

Good for us.

Well, I thought I'm leaving in a couple
days' time.

Might as well find out the truth about
the lutefisk.

Have

you

ever shot a man?

Not with that.

Thank you.

The truth about the Lutfisk? Mm -hmm.

Is you should never eat the Lutfisk.

Baby, can you hear me?

Can you hear me, Liam?

Baby.

You don't know me. My name is Helena.

It was my fault.

What happened?

Not your dad's fault. It was my fault.

I'm so sorry, Leah.

It was Christmas Day when we landed in
Scotland.

Prestwick.

And there were six of us, all FBI, and
they had a little coach to take us to

this town. And when we got to the town,
Lockerbie, a lot of the houses were

still burning.

And we were each appointed a local
constable. The fellow who was appointed

me, his name was Stephen.

And we were given radios and maps and...

A huge sack filled with polythene body
bags.

So Stephen and I, we set out across this
moor.

Every piece of anybody we found, we
picked up,

I photographed it, and he bagged it.

And we did that all day, all night.

Until our torches ran out. And then we
just sat there in the dark, surrounded

18 full body bags.

But there was not a whole person in any
one of them.

And Stephen said, why could they not
have just stayed up there?

Why did they have to come down?

He said, why could they not have just
stayed up there?

Flying around the lovely world forever.

Fuck you Ronnie.

Show me your scars.

I'll show you mine.

This is about pedigree, isn't it?

I know what you're doing.

Psychology.

You're using psychology.

Someone called in, said they'd seen a
man walking out of town on his own along

the coastline without a rifle.

Bear season.

Time of year when the sea ice is mostly
gone and the bears are unable to

find seals that are crazy with hunger.

I drove slowly out of town along the
coast road looking for the missing man.

After 10 miles, I turned back because
nobody could have got that far in this

temperature.

On the way back, I saw a huge bear down
on the foreshore dragging

its kill across the rocks and the ice
floes.

I knew at once what this was going to
be.

I pulled over, took my rifle.

down on the foreshore.

The bear was leaning over its kill.

And in a split second, I took aim.

I could see that what it was tearing
apart wasn't a thing.

disemboweling and eating Billy
Pettigrew.

And Pettigrew was screaming in human
screams.

I shot Pettigrew to the head.

No witness the motive No

crime

Mercy

Except... I don't believe a fucking word
of it.

Oh my...

Hey, hey, come here.

Hi, the door was open.

When was this carpet changed?

What? When was the carpet replaced?

Why do you change a carpet?

Because there's an immovable stain on
it, right?

Like red wine or something.

Well, why do you change the floorboards
underneath?

I don't know.

I do.

The stain is blood.

Pettigrew's blood.

Hello, little bird.

Hello?

Let me know where you're calling from.

I don't know.

What the fuck? Harry? What the fuck?

You tell me, wouldn't you? People are
saying things that make me look good.

Oh, they're all in it. They're all
covering for end.

Sheriff Anderson, sir.

I've got an idea in my hand.