All language subtitles for The.Coroner.S02E02.Perfectly.Formed.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-FLUX_track3_[eng]

You made it, huh?

Should have sent
a man for you.

Didn't need a man.
I had Clint.

I heard that.

All right, Don,
okay to go in?

Yeah, help yourself.

- Shall we?
- Uh, no thanks.

It's just the adult ones
are bad enough.

Yeah, all right.

It's over there.

Thanks.

- So small.
- Mmm.

Wrapped in 1970s newspaper.

Elderly couple lived here
earlier back in the '60s,

but it's been empty since.

And way off
the beaten track.

Condemned,
due to coastal erosion.

A couple more years,
the sea will probably have it,

bury the evidence forever.

Well, it looks newborn,
or near enough.

And if the birth happened
way out here

in the middle
of nowhere, then...

The mum would have been
pretty frightened.

Confused.

Managed to hide the body,
though, didn't she?

Kind of suggests foul play.

Well, not necessarily.
We don't know
the circumstances.

Childbirth can be
pretty traumatic.

You know, women don't have
an easy ride.

Neither do men,
for having to put up with 'em.

Ha.

Must have been pretty nice
here once upon a time.

Poor little thing.

Abandoned in such
a lonely place.

Yeah.

What sort of person
does that, eh?

hidden in a condemned cottage
at Bluff Point.

Demolition workers on site
said that the remains

had been sealed up
in a small nook...

...forensic investigation
is underway.

Detective Sergeant Higgins
said that...

There's not much to go on.

Sex is undetermined,
maybe a month premature,

but perfectly formed.

- Apart from the broken ribs.
- Well, there's no way to tell

whether that happened
post-mortem.

Or prior to death.

You know, the longer
I do this job,

the more I realise some people

just shouldn't be allowed
to have kids.

Well, at least we got a date.

Yeah, 1976.
Decades back,
so DNA's doubtful.

Well, a full nuclear,
they said.

We might get something
from bone marrow,

and the baby had hair.

Actually, Clint,
can you get the lab

to put a rush on that, please?

- Yeah, on it.
- Thanks.

There's a chance we'll get
mitochondrial DNA

to check against
potential mothers.

Good.

'Cause it's the mother
we're after.

We won't be going
at this rate.

Shush, shush, shush!

makes determining
cause of death difficult,

they have reason to suspect
foul play.

- Talking to a reporter...

...Detective Sergeant Higgins
said that police

are appealing for information.

The national information
line number is...

I just don't see
why it always
has to be the woman's fault.

Yeah, me neither.

In your case,
'cause you got caught.

You've missed a bit.

You grounded again?

- Yep.
- Yes.

Still rolling in
at all hours,

so I've had to leave her
in the care

of a responsible adult.

Now, I'm not saying
it was definitely the mother,

but if that baby was newborn,

then she must have been part
of what happened.

Yeah, or maybe the father,
or someone else.

Yeah, but no one reported
it missing, did they?

And what mother's not gonna
do that, unless she did it?

Lonely old place,
that cottage.

Touch of the man flu?

Touch of the Ebola,
more like,

as generously shared
by your mother last week,

along with her delectables.

- You know it then, Mick?
- Bluff Point?

Yeah, my old man
used to do jobs up there

back in the '60s
when I was a nipper.

Nice old couple.
Miles from anywhere.

Well, apart from that
great, big old house

up on the hill,
who was living there then?

Uh... Yeah.
"Grey" something. Greyvale.

Ron Tate's old place.

Shut down, late '70s.

Children's home.

Right, I might see if I can
turn up some contact details,

see if there's anyone
still around.

I might take a spin past.

Cancel my chips, Mum.

Hi, Clint. Erm,
did you get a hold of the lab?

And any progress
on the Grosvenor court date?

Listen, see if you can find
any council records

on a Greyvale Children's Home,
will you?

Yeah, that's it,
active in the '70s.

And just anything
you can turn up, really.

What are you after?

I know.

I know, I just have
to find the right time.

Oh, okay.
Oh... okay.

- Any information
should be directed to police,

either locally or on
the national crime number...

They know.

Pull!

Seems to be working fine.

Perhaps a touch
of performance anxiety.

Quite a place you've got.

Yes.
Of course, it's open

to the masses these days,

traipsing through
the Great Hall.

It pays the bills.

So, Greyvale.

You're listed on an old
police database as a...

Yes, a trustee, yes.

Pull!
- Always getting myself

volunteered for worthy causes.

The price of being
a straight shooter, I suppose.

What can you tell me
about the place?

Gosh.
Now we're going back.

Well...

...it seemed well-run,
insofar as I could tell.

Ron... Ron Tate.
The manager.

He... He seemed to like
a free hand, as I recall.

And what about the kids?

Any troubled girls
in particular,

getting
themselves in a bother?

Well,
of course, they were all
vulnerable by definition.

But... I can't remember
any names.

It's so long ago.

All lost in the mist of time.

Pull!

No! No!
No, go back!

If you'll excuse me.

They cannot be left
unattended.

Oh!
If you see old Ron,

tell him Charles Gower
says hello.

Phil.
Greyvale closed yonks back.

Yes.

Investment for some yuppie
Londoners now.

Now I'm just caretaking.

But you were living here
when it was a children's home.

Working.

As what, if you don't
mind me asking?

Whatever my dad needed.
Handyman, mostly.

You would have been
a young man yourself then.

And there were teenage girls
living here?

Yeah.
Not that kind of handy.

I don't remember none of them
girls being pregnant.

So, where's your dad now?

Nursing home.
Not well.

I'm sorry.
Which one?

Are you deaf?
I said he's ill.

It's just possible
your dad might remember
something you can't.

My dad worked himself
into the ground
looking after them kids,

so you're not to go
bothering him!

I'm sorry, but I have to go
where my
investigation takes me.

Well... What about records
or notes?

Would your dad have kept
anything on Greyvale?

I suppose there might
be some old photos
in the shed.

No.
You watch my dinner,

or he'll have it.

Thanks.
Oh, Mum?

Babe?
I think I need a chest rub.

- I got that congestion.
- Yeah,
you're not the only one.

Mum.

- Wow, what are they wearing?
- Loons.

Yeah, no kidding.

No, I mean the trousers,
silly.

I had a pair
in crushed velvet.

- My glory days.
- Okay.

Gallivanting about,
not a care
in the world back then.

Babe?

Mum, you were 15
in 1976, weren't you?

Do you know any
of these girls?

Got your message.
This Greyvale?

Yeah.

I think these two
were in my year.

Karen Shaw
and Sarah Millar.

I'm not sure about
the other one.

Lucy?
Maybe in the year above.

Do you remember
anything about them?

I had my own crowd.

And then I got busy
for the next 18 years,
didn't I?

Well, would any of your
old crowd know her?

Oh, I haven't
seen 'em for years.

Ask the other two.
I think they live local.

Babe?
I think I got
a temperature now.

Hmm! You know where to stick
the thermometer, don't ya?

So, looks like
these three girls

would be the right age
at the right time.

Mmm. Mmm!
Thanks!

Where are you going?
Wait! Davey!

This is supposed
to be a fun day out.

Watching your foster mother
hunted down by the police
isn't fun.

No one's hunting anyone,
love,

I just asked your neighbours
where you were.

Well, they shouldn't
have said.

There's child
protection issues.

Which brings us back
to the matter in hand.

Karen, do you recognise
this girl from Greyvale?

No, I don't know.

Really?
You look thick
as thieves to me.

I can't remember,
it was a long time ago.

- Anything else?
- Yeah.

How about a DNA sample?

Just to rule you out
of our inquiries?

I think I'd remember
if I'd been pregnant.

I'm sorry,
but this is about a baby.

A technician, two seconds
and we won't bother you again.

Fine.

Yeah, thank you very much.
Much obliged.

Well, she has got
her hands full.

Yeah,
well, some people foster

for the money though,
don't they?

Well, you know,
maybe she's
trying to give them

the loving home she never had.

Or maybe she couldn't have
one of her own.

Or maybe she did
and something happened to it.

We've got to do something.

There's nothing we can do.

Here, take these.

- Everything is
going to be okay.
- No, it's not!

How's it ever
gonna be okay again?

They don't know anything.

There is nothing
to connect us.

Go in.

Hello.

Sorry to bother you.
I'm DS Higgins.

This is my colleague,
Jane Kennedy,

she's the Lighthaven coroner.

We're looking
for a Sarah Millar.

What... What's this about?

Headache.

If you'd rather talk
without your husband here...

Oh, sorry.
No, Lee's my brother.

I'm just visiting,
from the States.

That's horrible.
Heard on the news.

But I don't know
what I can tell you,

I don't know anything
about a baby.

We were hoping you might
remember these two girls?

Uh, Karen Shaw?

- No.
- Yeah.

Were you at Greyvale, too?

Are you in here?

No.

I hated having my picture
taken back then.

Karen says she doesn't
remember you.

It's a lifetime ago,
isn't it?

And being in care

isn't generally a memory
you cherish.

What about this girl?
Can you give us a name?

Sorry.

Are you sure?
Do you want a closer look?

No, sorry.

Is that it?

Uh, we'd like a DNA sample.

To compare with what?
It's 40 years ago.

Well...
Might get something back.

- Okay.
- Lovely, smashing.

- Shall we?
- Thanks.

Well, she seemed
a bit...flakey.

Yeah.
Dependent, even.

She did agree to a DNA test,
which suggests
nothing to hide.

- Karen, too.
- We need to ID
this third girl.

Seeing as Clint hasn't
turned up anything yet,

there's only one person
left to ask,

although Phil Tate's
not gonna be happy.

It's been a long time.

I need a favour.

No, I'm working on it.

Basically, it's too long ago
for current records,

but I am into
the council archive room now.

So, don't worry,
it's all under control.

Yes, I'll see you later, bye.

Ahh... Spiders.

Right.

Nurse said he can't speak much
since the stroke.

Mr Tate... I know
communication's difficult,

but... Can you remember
this girl?

Her name, perhaps,
or anything about her?

We think one of these girls
might have had a baby

when they were living
at Greyvale.

And we've identified
Karen and Sarah.

What about any boyfriends
on the scene?

All right.
Thanks, Ron.

Sorry to have bothered you.

Oh... Charles Gower
sends his regards.

Well, another door closes.

- Maybe that's just
how it's gonna be

till we get something back
from the public appeal.

Clint, what have you got?

Really?

Mr Gower.

- Hello.
- Can we have a word?

Of course.

Charles Gower.

Jane Kennedy,
coroner for Lighthaven.

Well, Mr Gower,
you'd be very pleased to know

we finally managed to track
down the council records
on Greyvale.

Oh, did you?
Splendid!

Yeah, it's not all
good news though, I'm afraid.

Most of
the records on residents
were flood-damaged.

However, due to the miracle
of plastic folders,

other things survived,

including your resignation
letter from 1976,

citing
"financial difficulties"?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

But a real head-scratcher is,

your company records
showed a profit.

So, I was just wondering
where the money went.

Whether someone was holding
your feet to the flames

- over something, or...
- Something at Greyvale?

No, no, no, no, no.
No, it...

It wasn't like that.

I had what is today
called an addiction,

but my father
laughingly called a

- "defect in my
moral character".
- A defect?

Yes.

Well, gambling.

I got myself
into quite a pickle.

Had to resign.

Shameful, I know.

But I had nothing
to do with this business.

I was merely a trustee,
simple as that.

Never hands on with any
of the young people like...

Like who?

There were rumours later on
that Greyvale

wasn't so well-run
by the family concerned,

and had to close.

Well, that's all I know.

Right.
Okay, thanks for your time.

No, but he was clearly
talking about the Tates.

Yeah, but which one?
Ron or Phil?

And either way,
it's not enough
to bring them in

for questioning, is it?

And he clammed up,
like he's scared maybe,

or holding something back.

Just like everyone else
we've talked to.

You think the third girl
could be the mother?

She just looks so lost.

No one seems
to remember who she is

or what happened to her,
or the baby.

- Well...
- Two lost souls.

What the hell
are you playing at, eh?

I got a call from Dad's
nursing home.

They had to sedate him
after you left!

All right, all right,
take it easy, my friend.

We were only there
for five minutes,

- and he was fine.
- I ain't your friend.

I told her to stay away.

All right,
come on, come on.
Come on.

You owe me counselling.
For the spiders.

And the women.

There she is!
How are you, my baby?

Still cute and cuddly
as the day you were born.

Yeah, and now house-trained.
Mum, what are you up to?

Oh, rebelling,
recapturing our lost youth.

Or any other youth!

- All... All right!
- You lot causing trouble?

- '70s night
at The Captain's Pipe.

You got me thinking.

Round up the old gang,
paint the town red

like we used to do
in the old days.

We were underage back then.

Are they your
old school friends?

Tina's still got
her old disco tapes.

We're off now for a few more
bevies and a boogie.

- I'll give you girls a lift.
- Yay!

Come on, save your platforms
for Barry White.

Great idea.

Oh...

You always were a good girl.

Yeah, we'll catch up
on the good old days,

look at some old photos.

- I see you, Davey.

It's okay, Dad.
I sorted the police.

They won't be bothering
you again.

Lee? Lee who?

But... Did you...

It's all okay now.
I promise.

- We're safe?
- Yeah. See?

I made it all go away,
like always.

Shh, come on.

I don't know
what your game is,
but you stay away from my dad,

or I'll have you!

You should leave tonight.

There's nothing more
you can do here.

Lee.

Davey, it's me again.

Listen, Mum's friend
ID'ed the third girl,

and I wanna hit Sarah with it.
She's obviously the weak link,

but I can't split them up
on my own.

I need you
to call me back...

Look, uh, call me back.

Samson?

Sammy?
Here, boy.

- It was Lisa, wasn't it?

The third girl?

- Do you remember her now?
- No.

Maybe a bit.

- No one really knew her.
- A bit?

She was your sister.

That's what I heard
from your school friends.

So, where is she, Sarah?
Where's Lisa?

What happened?

- I don't know, I can't say.
- Is it Lee?

- No!
- Keeping you quiet?

No! Lisa's gone!

- Gone where?
- She's dead!

Dead? How?

Sarah, how?

Busted.

My responsible adult.

You having a clear-out?

It's just we've had a tip-off
you might be hiding evidence.

Where are you, Lisa?

Hello?

Hello?

You were caught
bang to rights, my friend,

- with this lock of hair
in your shed.
- No, no, I...

- The preliminary
examination of which...
- I've never seen that before!

- ...suggests comes from
the hair of that baby.

- And I bet the DNA
backs it up!
- I've never seen it!

- Then what's it
doing in your shed?
- I don't know!

- What?

All right.

Interview suspended at 10:34.

You have a good think about
what you want to say next.

And it better be a darned
sight better than
"I've been framed."

- What is it?
- Did you get my messages?

No.
I've been kinda busy here.

I think we need to get CSI
back to the cottage

- with ground-penetrating
radar.
- Why?

Sorry, my messages.

So, Mum's friend recognised
the third girl.

Her name is Lisa.

She was Sarah
and Lee's sister.

I just went to confront
Sarah with it,

and she told me
that Lisa's dead.

- Dead? How?
- She wouldn't say.

But... Davey,
something's not right.

And it got me thinking,
I know mitochondrial DNA

is the same between sisters,
but what if
Sarah was the mum...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Sarah is the mum.

DNA's just come back,
it's a match.

She would have been underage.

And if the father wasn't,
that's rape,

and the baby
would have been proof.

So, what if Lisa found out
who the father was,

and he killed her
and the baby to
hush it all up?

All right. Okay.

So, who are you looking at
for the father?

Phil?

He's denying everything,
of course.

Said someone drugged his dog

and Lee Millar hassled
his dad...

Ron.

Hey, wait, I saw someone
leaving the nursing home

just before we spoke to Ron.

That could have been Lee.
He was at Greyvale.

And he does seem
to be going around

keeping everyone quiet.
I mean, Sarah, Ron Tate?

Yeah, but Lee Millar,
the dad?

That's incest.

Well, if Lisa found out
and was gonna tell,

maybe he had to keep
her quiet...permanently.

Well, well.
The gang's all here.

You going somewhere?

Only, I could do
with a chat.

I got a plane to catch.

Oh, right, okay.
Don't worry.

I'll talk
to your sister instead.

So, you do all know
each other.

You reminded us,
so we got back in touch.

Hmm.

We matched Sarah's DNA
to the baby.

No, you haven't.
It was 40 years ago.

Yeah, well,
DNA's come on a lot.

Yeah, you know,
your sister who died?

Or have you forgotten her
again already?

- No!
- Well, what happened
to her then?

'Cause there's no record
of her death.

Am I gonna find her buried
out at that cottage, too?

- Leave her alone.
- Is Lisa the mother,
Sarah, or are you?

- Stop!
- What did you do to that baby?

She didn't do anything!

Someone cared about that baby.

But who left the third?

I did.

You're the father.

- No.
- You're lying.

Lee, you have to go now.

We know you
went to Ron Tate's
to try to shut him up.

Lee, please?

Did you hurt Lisa
or that baby?

- I'd never have hurt him.
- Him?

Oh, no, no, no.

How did you know
it was a boy?

Because it was your baby.

You were Lisa.

I can't keep doing this.

No more lies!

I was...

...Lisa.

Once upon a time.

But now I'm Lee...

Like I should have been
from the start.

At Greyvale.

Someone who we were supposed
to be able to trust.

Charles Gower?

We both caught his eye.

We were too young, stupid...

And petrified
to tell anyone.

No adults noticed?

Later on, Ron guessed.

Apparently,
Gower made threats.

Friends in high places.

Ron knew that if he rocked
the boat,

Greyvale would go down,
and all of us kids with it.

Ron was one of the good guys.

But I think it broke him,
in the end,

that it happened on his watch.

And they closed
the place down anyway.

And Gower swanned off
back to his estate.

He could always
spot your weakness.

He'd use anything...

Anyone to get what he wanted.

Yeah, I know.

Poor old Ron Tate
needed sedating

after just hearing his name.

Lisa was always
the strong one.

My big sis,
looking out for us.

She, uh...
She distracted him.

She took it
all on herself.

Okay.

Thank you.

It wasn't my...

...real body anyway.

So, I didn't care...

Till I realised
I was pregnant.

Being sick in the toilet,
and them...

Them holding my hair
out of my eyes.

Nicking big sweaters
to hide the bump.

like Whistle Down the Wind.

Be our own family,
like we always wanted.

Is that why the baby
was born?

Tom.

And he was perfect.

But still...

...lifeless.

He never made a sound.

And we didn't know
what to do.

I couldn't leave him there.
Not in the cold ground.

Losing Tom...

More than ever,
I needed a new start,

a new life...

A new me.

Gender reassignment surgery
was available abroad,

- but expensive.
- Lee?

I went to Gower,
and I told him

that I'd tell...

Unless he coughed up.

He didn't even believe
there was a baby at first...

Till I gave him proof.

was a lock of Tom's hair.

It's the only piece of him
we would have had left.

I blackmailed him.

And made him resign.
Saved Greyvale.

Saved us all.

I had the hormones,

and later, the surgery.

And Lisa had died.

But Lee was born.

And we never forgot
Tom's birthday.

The family we made.

But he's not there any more.

What happens now?

Well, I do have good grounds
to believe that Lisa

may be guilty
of blackmailing Charles Gower.

Only problem is,
there's no Lisa here,
is there?

- I got you this.
- Thanks.

So,
I have released Phil Tate,

told him who framed him,
planted the hair.

- How'd he take that?
- Well, he's not best pleased.

Karen and Sarah have both
made official complaints

against Gower, so,
all in all, good work.

Hey!

Still don't know
how you managed
to find those flowers though,

when my CSI team couldn't.

Well, you just have to learn
to see things like a woman.

Anyway... Couldn't have
done it without you.

Oh, that's right.
Behind every woman

- is an even greater man?
- Maybe.

You know she's talking
about me, right?

Yeah, all right, cheers.

We should go to court.

Oh, no.

No, that's not going
to end well.

Told you.

My mouth feels like
I gargled with a hamster.

Now, who's the lightweight,
eh?

Ooh.

- Hair of the dog.
- Oh.

Seems like we both
had something

to get out of our system, eh?

Oh, never again.
A moment of madness.

I was trying to find
the wild thing I once was

before I got...busy.

- All gone now, though.
- No way!

And next time,
just give us a nudge.

I'll help you find it.

Ah, you shouldn't have.

Just to say thanks.

What for?

Everything.