All language subtitles for Lewis S08E01 x264 RB58

I'd love to tell you that it gets
better.

It doesn't.

30 years in, and I see... It's started
already.

What?

You will always feel afraid. You should
always feel afraid.

Well, they haven't heard it before.

My point is that surgery is violent, and
the day that stops frightening you is

the day you should give up the job.

Darling, sweetie, it's alright.

I've got you.

It's alright, darling.

There we are.

I've got you,

darling.

Am I courageous?

Because I'm willing to open her skull?

Or, am I reckless?

It all depends on the outcome.

So, here ends the lesson.

Nice, please.

What are they doing?

Oi! Ippies!

Get a job!

A student!

Leave them alone!

I hate my job.

No you don't. You hate your boss.

Come on.

Chris, can you please pick up?

Alright, yeah.

Film the cute X -Ray, I'll get there as
soon as I can. Go on, hurry, Ashby.

Sorry, Les, mate.

Pack rate's cancelled.

What? Sorry.

What's going on?

What was that?

We will be back.

Oh, Ruth, where the hell are you?

Sergeant Maddox.

Oh, you're a star.

Shall I liaise with the fire service?

He wants to do it himself.

Of course he does.

You know his last sergeant only lasted a
fortnight?

Yep. I think I might be going the same
way myself.

I won't even let me handle a break in at
a swimming pool on my own.

Good luck.

Might have a go at the canoe today, get
it ready to go after.

Good at swimming, is he?

It's gonna float.

It is.

Well, good luck to her and all who sail
in her. I've got jobs to go to.

Try and enjoy your work.

My husband came up here last summer for
a stag do. Never shot a gun in his life,

right? And then comes home with this
pheasant. I can't even eat a fish with

head on. And he gets it out and I was
like, I can't pluck that as if I'm going

to dig it. It's a private shooting
ground, I got it.

Yeah, so they do game shooting and rough
shooting, clay pigeon.

Although it did used to be a farm until
it was sold in March 2009 to Alice

Stoke and Thomas Marston.

I've reported graffiti, slashed tyres,
vandalised fences, but my lodge has to

burnt to the ground before you take it
seriously. I'm sorry, I know you're

stressed. I'm Tom Marston. Yeah,
Hathaway, Oxford, please. So you think

fire is part of a wider passion?

Put claybornefarm .org in there. See
what comes up.

It's just redirecting to hunted .org
.uk.

Oh.

That's my business partner, Alistair
Stoke. I get stuff like that in the mail

every day.

You've no idea who's behind this? It's
the Animal Rights Brigade, isn't it?

don't appreciate us selling shoots as
entertainment.

How about anyone specific?

Well, the university lot are
particularly vocal, but it's Oxford,

No shortage of people who like an ill
-informed rant.

No.

Look, I've told you before, keep it
under control or put it on a leash.

Is that your attempt to say thank you?

It needs some work.

The whole wood could have come down if
she hadn't woken me. Mrs.

Fernsby, she rents a cottage from us.

Oh, really?

We rent it, do we?

Come on.

We're going to need you to give us a
break.

Should have evicted her when we bought
the place.

Fernsby?

These threatening images, did you hang
on to them at all?

No. Alistair Mervyn only finds them
funny for some reason.

Easier to find these things funny when
this is only a sideline.

What regiment?

Medical Corps.

That's Tom there at the back, see?

I was attached to his unit.

There we are.

It was, what, one a month for the last
six months.

I hardly look at them now.

Mr. Marston thinks whoever's sending
these also burned down the lodge. Tom

very excited.

It's a commercial hunting ground.

Up to budget for a bit of opposition.

In short, then.

We'll be fine.

It's a fine line, isn't it?

What? Someone takes a drill to a
stranger's head, you arrest them. I do

get paid.

What about the website? How are you
getting along?

Not too bad.

I've tracked down the animal rights
groups at the university.

Apparently the girl who runs it is
outside the Radcliffe camera, Jessica

Tallison. I'll meet you there.

I'm happy to do it on my own. I'm
already here.

Don't worry about it. I'm ten minutes
away. I'll see you in a minute.

Right.

Cheers.

Simon. Says I'm on annual leave.

To be clear, I'm not on leave.

That sounds frustrating.

Mr Stoke, I can't work like this.

No.

Don't suppose you can?

Second cow on the left.

Talk about the animal, sir.

No, I'm all right, thanks.

Jessica Tullison.

I'm filming you.

This is an attempt to disrupt a peaceful
protest.

No, it's not. Tell me about Claiborne
Farm.

We haven't done anything illegal. We
just monitor their sheep.

Were you aware there was an arson attack
there last night?

No. Come on, what is this?

We'll pick an activist.

Any activist.

We're interested in a website called
hunted .org .uk. Are you familiar with

Yeah, it's pretty embarrassing.

Do you know who runs it?

It could be anyone.

Hasn't he got something better to do?

Seriously. A non -violent protest and a
fire at a hunting lodge. That's his

priority.

I didn't say the fire was at the hunting
lodge.

year on year.

One -year contract, flexible hours. You
can't dismiss that out of hand.

Yes, I can.

That's the whole point of retirement.

Besides, I'd be treading on people's
toes.

Well, if by people you mean James, then
he's the one asking for this. We're

desperate for experienced manpower.

Really? He's already driven himself into
the ground, and as of an hour ago, he's

got his first murder.

I don't know.

Listen, what do you plan for this
afternoon?

After this, I'm going to the hardware
store.

I need some waterproof glue.

Exciting.

Alternatively, you could figure out why
a neurosurgeon has a bullet in his head.

Sir? They're not going to let us near
him.

Dodgy heart, apparently. He collapsed on
the phone to the operator.

Well, has anyone spoken to him at all?
Yeah, he told Uniform that he heard the

shot, but that's it. That's all we've
got. And we've taken his guns off him,

have we? Yeah, they're on their way to
Ballistics now, and I've also got the

keys to his gun cabinet in town. Good.
Full search of the entire area, please.

It's over 400 acres.

But, yeah, OK.

Oh, sir, CS Innocence trying to get a
hold of you.

I tried to make last orders, but work
got in the way.

I wouldn't do that if you let it.

He was looking forward to a catch -up.

How is he?

A man of leisure, seems to be in his
element.

Have a look, then.

D .I. Hathaway.

Congratulations.

You'll be back. Once the copper, always
the copper.

Yes, well... Right.

From the hyperspace, I'd say it's not
been dead much more than two hours.

Bullet's entered the side of the skull
here, but it's not exited.

So it was travelling at a low velocity
by the time it hit.

Sniper at long range, possibly. Any
chance of the post -mortem results this

afternoon? I need the bullet intact.

If possible.

I give all my DIs three strikes.

Try not to use them all up on your first
investigation.

I think we'll do it.

Uniform has spoken to the old lady from
that cottage.

Says she was watching TV all morning.

How close were you before you could see
me?

When? Just then?

Yeah. A few metres?

Can't be a long -distance shot, then. No
line of sight.

It was my husband's farm.

I tried to keep it going on my own, but
things were difficult.

Then my daughter came home from work
saying Alistair was looking for some

You were out hunting this morning.

I get it.

The old lady must have had an accident.

Well, not this old lady. If I shoot
someone, I guarantee it'll be on

Chris?

Alistair's dead.

They reckon it was a shooting accident.

Well, that's just one theory.

God.

It's Chris, isn't it?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, Chris Furnsbury.

Sorry, I've been a night.

You work at the hospital, is that right?

Yeah, it's nothing regular.

One just gets me a few shifts.

And what time did you get in this
morning?

Nine -ish.

What was Alistair's relationship like
with Paul?

He wasn't very enamoured of him this
morning.

I thought you said you didn't see
anything.

I only saw them for a second out of the
living room window.

Would you mind showing me?

Alistair kept chubbing his finger at him
and then Tom torned off. What time was

this? Around ten.

I was just putting my gun away before my
programme started.

We'll need any firearms for testing at
home.

Good morning, Detective Inspector.

Oh, what have we got?

I thought you had lots of plans for your
retirement.

I did.

I do.

You're not enjoying it?

Of course I am.

Just taking a bit of a break.

You're taking a break from your
retirement?

Yeah, that's the one.

Anyway, look, I remember the transition
from sergeant to inspector. It's not

easy.

I'm glad you could ask for me help.

I wasn't aware I had.

Oh? Gene Innocent, made out... No, I've
been asking for more manpower. We all

have. But not asking for me.

Well, you're retired.

Right.

OK, well, it's your investigation, and
I'll just help out where I can, eh?

You'll be all right with that, are you?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, don't worry.

We should go for a pint later.

You can bore me with tales of you
travelling.

Well, I wasn't really travelling. I went
for a walk.

To Spain?

Long walk.

Sergeant Maddock, this is D .I. Lewis.

Will you bring him up to the beach,
please?

Sorry? Yeah, he's joining the
investigation.

Just helping out with the legwork.

Well, the family liaison officer's been
in touch and the victim's wife's asked

them to leave.

Want me to have a word with her?

Oh, whatever's most useful.

I await your instruction.

That'd be great, thank you.

Right then, can we give you a hand with
those?

There's more inside.

Have you worked with D .I. Hathaway
before?

Oh, what's the point?

I was his D .I., so any keeping problems
now are probably my fault.

Bad parenting.

Jane, I'm going to do my best. He hadn't
told you, has he?

Sorry? Who?

Once a copper, eh?

Cross -check these against your
certificate, okay?

Thomas Marston. Will do.

D .I. Lewis.

Simon Eastwood. I'm a friend of Erica's.

She's this way. I can't get her to stop.

Erica?

Erica?

Oh, please.

Don't apologise.

How long were you married?

18 months.

Things OK?

Alistair was receiving threats from an
animal rights organisation.

Did he ever talk to you about that?

I don't know. You think that... I have
to consider all possibilities.

So I'm afraid I do need to ask you where
you were between 9 .30 and 11 this

morning.

Is this actually happening?

She was with me.

I had a day off work, so I came over
here.

I don't feel well.

Probably better to leave her a minute.

Someone's about to tell you this.

Alistair wasn't my friend.

We had a disagreement, and he's been
destroying my career ever since.

What happened?

A night shift from hell.

Constant referrals from A &E.

Then this teenage kid, Nabil, started to
deteriorate, so I phoned Alistair. And

he refused to help?

No, he agreed to come in. And I was so
relieved.

Until I was standing next to him in
theatre and smelt alcohol on his breath.

He operated after a drink.

I tried to stop him, but he'd already
decided he was going to be this kid's

saviour. Then he made a mistake.

He wrecked him.

Wrecked? It's brain surgeon speak.

For a quality of life utterly ruined.

Unable to walk, think or communicate.

I blew the whistle, but he got some mate
to lie for him.

Swore Alistair hadn't touched a drop all
day.

So in the end, it came down to his word
against mine.

And they believed him.

Don't be such a bloody diva.

We've been brought in to assist
everyone. He just happens to be with you

because you've got a dead brain surgeon
on your hands.

How's that going, by the way?

Well, there's something weird with
ballistics. It was definitely a close

shot, but the bullet didn't leave the
skull.

I'll see what the lab says, but bullets
aren't always consistent.

If it's consistency you want, I refer
you to Exhibit A, feared extinct, now

in its natural habitat. A little respect
for the elderly.

Not likely.

What's all this?

It's the summary of Alistair Stokes'
negligence last month.

One of his juniors claims he left a
young lad disabled after he operated

the influence.

And he was still working.

The medical council said that there was
no case to answer.

We've got a whole stack of angry letters
from the parents, apparently.

Can we get a full minute for this
unredacted? Yeah, already on it. I've

to go now.

The years of loyal service.

Ow.

It was with his solicitor.

The wife's the main beneficiary, but
Alistair had left that for his theatre

nurse, Lorraine Fernsby, along with 50
grand.

The Fernsby's are the people that sold
him the farm.

There was also a message from Dr.
Hobson. I didn't quite understand it,

said that your dinner was in the
afternoon.

She asked you to buy some flowers on the
way home.

Yeah, thanks.

James? Mum.

Did you delegate those college issues?

The break -in at Rougemont Pool?

No, I dealt with them myself.

James?

She's good.

Hang on to this one, OK?

Is there a specific reaction you're
expecting to see? Oh, Beth.

Now, come on, they're here to see how we
respond.

We're not accusing you, Mr Narahan, but
we do need to know where you were

between 9 .30 and 11.

Here, giving Nabil his breakfast.

Are both of you? Yes.

What happened to your son?

He'd been on this protest, live animal
exports.

The tailgate of a lorry came down on
him.

They removed a blood clot from his
brain, but he bled again during the

and that's when Mr Stoke decided to play
God.

You think he'd been drinking before he
operated?

Why would anybody make that up?

Didn't Nabil ever mention an animal
rights website called hunted .org .uk?

wasn't actually into all of that. He was
there to impress a girl.

One of Aisha's students was the head of
the society.

I think I've come across her. Blue hair,
big mouth.

That's her.

She's around here all the time now.
She's a friend of mine, and she helps

after your son.

What else did you do this morning?

What do you mean?

Well, you said you gave Nabil his
breakfast, but we need to account for

whole time up to 11.

Come with me.

My son is doubly incontinent.

He has no swallowing reflex, and he
takes food through a tube in his

Every milliliter of fluid has to be
recorded on a chart. If I start to get

ready by nine, I'm relieved if we're
done by 11.

I'm sorry, I didn't realize.

She was just letting off steam. Don't
let it get to you. I'm not. Do you mind

I skip that pint?

Still got a bit to do.

Can I give you a piece of advice?

Yeah, if I can ignore it.

Don't push yourself so hard.

Let Maddox help you.

And make sure you get some sleep.

That's three pieces of advice.

Okay.

Prioritize the sleep thing.

Chapter 8 already?

I thought we were supposed to be
learning this Italian together.

Funny, and I thought you were going to
be at home.

We both had a day of surprises.

You wish to

complain about my level of service?

50 grand.

I had no idea.

I used to get at him about nurses' pay,
but I never expected this.

Did he ever mention... How long did you
work together?

Over 20 years.

People always ask me how I put up with
him for so long, but you just had to

how to handle him.

And what about this negligence hearing a
few weeks ago? Were you involved?

Not in the operation, no, but I do
voluntary support work.

For the boy's parents.

So I see the impact.

How did the family react to his going
back to surgery?

Oh, come on, they're angry, but not like
that.

What about his colleagues? Was he
welcomed back?

By most of them, no.

I gave them what for about Simon,
though.

Simon Eastwood.

Now, I don't know what went on in that
operation, but right or wrong, juniors

have to be allowed to voice their
concerns. You can't take it out on them

afterwards. Did you argue with him about
that?

I argued with Alistair about everything.

He called me his work wife.

But his real wife works here, doesn't
she?

She did.

But she quit last year.

Turns out you don't need a nurse's
salary if you've bagged yourself a brain

surgeon.

Sorry.

Being unkind.

He'd been widowed for a long time when
he met her. I'm glad he found someone.

Even if she did make him look foolish.

What, you mean the age difference?

No.

I mean the fact that she was so
obviously having an affair with Simon.

Ah. Brain food.

Laura usually does a fry -up on a
Saturday, but I didn't like to ask her

morning. Trouble in paradise?

Nah, she's all right.

Maybe a bit put out, but that's probably
fair enough.

She's all right.

Well, it all goes back to that
negligence hearing, doesn't it?

I'd want to know about that website.

Yeah, but that's what I'm saying. The
website was started two weeks after

Nabil's accident.

It all goes back to the operation.

Parents using animal rights as a cover
for revenge.

Don't buy it. No, I'm... Anyway, look,
I've booked to see Aishan around this

morning. I think she's holding something
back for you.

Maybe.

We also need to know a lot more about
that farm.

Maddox reckons Tom Marston's got money
from him. Yeah, I'm onto it.

She's onto it.

You should take her with you.

It is our most important witness.

Exactly. Good experience.

How do you think you learned?

Point taken.

Do you think you're meeting that?

Yeah, in my own time.

Bet you missed all this.

When you were traveling or walking,
whatever it was, what was it?

I walked Santiago de Compostela.

Ah, the cathedral.

My old neighbor went on a pilgrimage
there.

It wasn't a pilgrimage.

Okay, let's leave it there for today,
shall we? Thank you.

Thank you.

Create all the happiness you're able to
create. Remove all the misery you're

able to remove.

A fellow Bentham fan?

I wouldn't go that far.

Well, I shall miss teaching him when I
have to give all this up.

But one of us has to stay at home full
time now.

I'm sorry if I offended you or your
husband yesterday.

He's not my husband. Well, technically.

We were in the middle of the divorce
when Nabil had his accident, and we

can't afford to live separately.

What about compensation?

You have to find the surgeon guilty for
that.

Right. But, um, you didn't come here to
show me sympathy, so what is it?

No, I felt yesterday that there was more
that you wanted to say. Oh, good.

Why that transparent?

Oh, well, I just wanted to scream at
Rizvan because...

Rather than helping me he spends all day
in the garage with that bloody car.

You've been taking care of your son by
yourself Pretty much and that's where he

was yesterday morning in the garage Did
you actually have eyes on him between

the hours of 930 and 11 yesterday
morning?

Did she go as far as accusing him?

No, but we need to speak to him again.
She's drawn her alibi. It turns out he

works with computers

Oh,

did you get a chance to have a look at
that email from Maddox?

No, not yet.

He's done some great work on Tom
Marston's finances.

Chaotic.

The only thing he's never missed a
payment on is the life insurance premium

Alistair.

Right, I'm here at the farm. I'm leaving
now.

Are you okay?

Mr Marston, how are you feeling?

Angry.

Angry that nobody listened to me and
scared that I'm going to be next. No, I

mean your health. We've been keen to
speak to you. This is so obvious.

These people have moved from vandalism
to arson to murder. We can't be certain

that he's linked to the website.

No? Okay.

I'm 100 % certain.

Sorry.

Yeah.

All this vandalism must be bad for
business.

When were you last able to pay yourself
a salary?

You clearly know the answer to that
already.

Show me any small business that isn't
suffering at the moment.

Given those pressures, I'm surprised you
decided to increase the insurance for

both partners.

It was Alison's idea.

I've had major surgery recently.

Made him think.

Sir? Can it wait?

No.

Yes? Who's actually in charge here?

He is.

He's wasting his time. There must be
something more constructive he can do

come around here accusing me.

Nobody's accusing you.

Thomas Marston, I'm arresting you for
the murder of Alison Stoke. You don't

to tell me. What? Call me. If you fail
to mention some of you, later rely on

court. Okay, I'll cooperate. What
evidence have you got?

The bullet that killed your business
partner came from your rifle.

It can't be. It's rubbish.

I have the rifle with me all the time.
This is rubbish.

Nobody's disputing the concept of
ballistic evidence.

We're just disputing the accuracy of
yours. The ballistics aren't wrong. Your

rifle was used to kill Alastair Stoke, a
man you'd been seen arguing with an

hour prior to his death. Who's yours
arguing?

Gillian Furnsby.

The woman is a fantasist. By your own
admission, the rifle was never out of

sight. The only fingerprints on it were
yours. How do you explain that?

I can't explain it. Your evidence is
wrong.

Or... I don't know. Someone's setting me
up. The evidence isn't wrong.

So what was it about?

Money?

I mean, you'd rather work seven days a
week than hire a gamekeeper. You're

selling all your furniture.

Hang on. Being poor is not a crime. I'm
not saying that it is. But all the time,

there's this life insurance policy.

So what was the plan? To create a
campaign of intimidation and blame it

that? The website?

Was that you? The fire? No.

None of those things. Look, I've no
family. I've never been married.

Alistair's the closest thing I ever had
to a friend. I didn't kill him.

Brain, it's broken.

Okay. Now we've got to stop this and get
him to medical attention.

This interview is terminated. Custody
nurse, please!

Erica, I just wanted to say how sorry I
am. I know you said it.

Excuse me.

They're taking him back to St Chance to
check him over. I'm going with him.

I wouldn't do that.

You see what he's doing here?

You get in the ambulance with him, you
hand the defence team an argument on a

plate, they'll see you harassed him.

It's my responsibility.

I'm going.

No, he's right.

You've got your man. Your job now is to
make sure it stands up in court.

Go home.

See you in the morning.

What?

He's not a stupid man.

If he'd killed for the insurance, surely
he wouldn't use his own rifle.

We've got the wrong man.

It's not him.

No, not yet.

Hospital CCTV picked him up stealing
that three hours ago. The engine's cold.

could be anywhere.

Why wasn't he in handcuffs? Because they
didn't think it was appropriate and I

wasn't there.

He's not going to get far if he's on
foot, is he? Not in that state.

It's assuming it was a state, not an
act.

Somebody should get the Fernsby's out of
that cottage.

Thank you.

No, it's just a precaution. We don't
know what he's got hidden out there.

I promised Laura this job was mainly
paperwork.

Are you leaving?

No.

Well, I've left the office and left the
flat just in case he goes back.

I thought we'd go back to his flat. It's
going to be out there where he has the

advantage. 400 acres that he knows and
we don't.

Is this necessary?

For your own protection.

Give me my own bloody guns back and I'll
protect myself.

You know the land here. Any idea where
he might be hiding?

The woods.

That? Yeah, but anywhere specific.

I don't know.

Animal shelters or gullies? Not around
here.

They've found something.

Right.

Change of plan. Stay here, please.

Don't speak to them. It seems to be some
sort of drain the camera's in.

Sir?

Okay, we've got drag marks here. Can we
clear the area, please?

through him and then being dislodged
when he was dragged.

Get that off the loud please, straight
away.

The ballistics have come back with a
match, but I don't understand it.

No, that's not right.

They reckon it's 100%. What?

Well, ballistics are saying the bullets
are a match to the one that shot

Alistair Stoke and the one that shot Tom
Marston fired from the same rifle.

Tom's rifle?

The rifle we've had in police custody
for the last 48 hours?

Marks are now a test bullet.

Match the mark on your crime scene
bullet.

We know that rifle shot your dead guy.

He and his mate destroyed their family.
Under the circumstances, I do need to

know your whereabouts between last night
and early this morning.

I've had enough!

If you think I've done something, arrest
me!

And Lewis and the team will be back on
the KTR next Friday at nine.

Well, it's Downton Abbey here on ITV on
Sunday night at the slightly later time

of 9 .15 when the Dowager reveals a
surprise pass.

And then on Monday night, the case takes
a twist while Sidney has his own

problems to deal with in Grantchester at
9.

Over on ITV Encore next, the World War
II code -breaking team regroup to help

one of their own in the Bletchley
Circle.