All language subtitles for Cold.Call.S01E04.Episode.4.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP.5.1.H.264-CHDWEB_track3_[eng]

-[Ally] How much did they take?
-Eighty-three thousand pounds.

I can really help you.
This guy stole your money.

Kirk Wiley's advertising for a new carer.

I don't hand fraudsters to the police.

-I blackmail them.
-I've got to get out of here.

[Des] What would Mr. Zima think
if I exposed your fraud network?

I came as a concerned party, Mr. Wiley.

[June] If you saw your fraudster,
what would you say? What would you do?

The drunkest you'll ever be
before your organs pack in.

Tomorrow, before the wedding.
I want my eighty-three grand, cash.

-June!
-Give me my money,

or your mom will end up like Aubrey.

[opening theme music playing]

-I need an emergency admission for my mom.
-Yeah, sure.

[Elisabeth] Help me...

-Help!
-Come on, Mom.

Help!

Hey, come on, Mom, it's okay.

She-- She's kidnapped me!

[June] Hey, come on. Calm down.

They won't believe you, Elisabeth.
And there's no point shouting.

Because the nurses here,
they've heard it all before.

They hear it every day,

and they'll say you're upset
because you've had a change in routine

or you're dehydrated.

-[whimpering]
-Mm-hm.

You see, I used to work here, Elisabeth,

and I looked after patients
like you every day.

And I used to bath them
and watch telly with them

and write them birthday cards,

when their families had forgot.

You see, the thing is, Elisabeth,

the only person that ever listened
to anyone around here

was me.

Help me.

Help me. Somebody.

[Kirk] You have to trust me.
I have got this under control.

You must have money aside
for situations like this.

It's not in cash! That's what
I've been saying. She insists on cash.

We are going ahead with the wedding.

Mr. Zima will find Mom,
you'll have her back for the reception.

-Yeah?
-I don't know.

Don't give me "I don't know"!

This is Lizzie's day.
You don't want to ruin it, do you?

You don't want her to blame you.
All of this will get sorted.

You trust me, don't you?

[knocking on door]

[June] Hana?

Hana? [knocking continues]

Hana!

Do you know what time it is?
Don't! Mom, I'll call the police!

I don't want you here. Mom! Listen to me!

-Pack a bag.
-Oh...

Ten minutes. I'll get you a cab.

-No! Get out!
-Hana, you need to leave.

You can't stay here.

-You need to leave.
-This is about the money, isn't it?

-It's not about the money!
-Then what is it about?

Sit down.

Please, love, sit down. Please.

[sighs]

It is...

and it isn't about the money.

-Oh, my God. What is wrong with you?
-Can you just listen?

Okay? Please.

This is about me.

It's about me.

Our parish had this priest, right,
back in the days when I believed.

And I really liked him.
He was kind and poetic...

What's your point?

Well, I asked him why your gran
had had such a hard life,

why no one, no one, had ever helped her.

And he said,
"The selfless help the helpless

until the helpless help themselves."

-What the hell does that even mean?
-Well, it means

if you help people, then they help others.

So that's what I did.

And some days I didn't think
I was changing anything.

It was okay because I was young and
I thought I could get everyone on the ark.

I had it all in front of me.

But then the same neighbor
that I bought food for,

she still needed help.

And my patients,
their families still ignored them.

And your dad...

Your dad still spent
all our money in the bookies.

And the ship was sinking
and I was bailing the water out, but...

But I couldn't do it.
And no one was happy.

I wasn't making anybody happy.

Mom, I'm sorry you went through
all of that.

Hana, people tread on you.
They don't mean it, but they do.

And no one, no one ever asked
if I needed help.

No one.

And I hate that priest. I really hate him.

Because he didn't understand
that caring ruins you.

And I am done with being tread on.

So I'm going to get our money back,
and you are going to pack a bag,

and I am not moving until you do. Now go!

[line ringing]

[voicemail] Hiya. Des here.

I can't promise I'll ring you back,
but leave a message.

[line ringing]

Flowers arrived. Corsages and buttonholes.

June's made a few changes.

Apparently, this one's yours.

Are you sure you're in control of this?

What else has she done?

-Does it fit okay?
-It's perfect.

You look beautiful, darling.

-[knocks at door]
-[Kirk] Can I come in?

This is wrong. This isn't the dress.
Where's the veil?

She was meant to have a veil.

-Why has she got sleeves?
-I think it's better.

And I don't think June ordered a veil.

-Mom, where's Gran?
-June's had to take your gran to hospital.

She's okay. She just needs
to stay there for a little bit.

She's fine. We'll see her later.

-You can't get married without a veil.
-It doesn't matter.

What do you mean? Look at her!

-It's better, Dad.
-You fix it, okay?

-No sleeves!
-I wanted sleeves!

-You don't want sleeves!
-Dad!

-Stop it!
-[gasps]

Just leave!

-It's okay. We can fix this.
-[girl] It's fine, it's fine...

Lizzie, darling. No tears, no tears.
Don't ruin the makeup.

[cell phone rings]

-What do you want?
-Kirk knows I'm involved.

-I need you to come and keep Hana safe.
-No.

No, it's too risky.
I've got a train to catch.

There's been a problem.

I've taken Elisabeth
and that's how we'll fix it.

Oh, Jesus!
Jesus, June! What are you doing?

Kirk has frozen the money.

-Elisabeth is how we get it back.
-Shit.

-I did everything I read on the forums.
-Come and help me. We can fix this.

No. June, June, just leave.

They won't be bothered about your money.
It's me they'll come after.

Des, I got eighty-three grand back.
You only took a couple.

Why would they come after you?

Des?

How much did you take?

Four hundred and eighty-nine thousand.

Oh, God...

-So you used me as your big payday.
-No! June, it wasn't like that.

You leech off people in your support group

and then you blackmail their fraudsters.

How many people have you done this to?

Look, Wiley wouldn't have cared
if you hadn't wound him up!

Dodgy Des.

Yeah. Well, I never killed anyone.

Are you going to help me?

-Or not?
-No.

-See you around, Des.
-Yeah. See ya.

[suspenseful music playing]

I told you to double-check
everything June was doing!

-This is your fault!
-June stole from us and you knew about it!

-You let her stay. Why did you do that?
-Because that's what I do!

[Laura sighs]

When the wedding is over,

maybe we need to think about time apart.

You're not going anywhere.

[doorbell chimes]

[cell phone rings]

-Have you got the money?
-[Kirk] Where is she?

I want it in a bag.

At the Gore Street Hotel. At midday.

No, June, June, listen.

I need my mom back first,
then you can have whatever you want.

I want the money in one bag.

And when I leave,
I'll text you the address

of where Elisabeth is being held.

There are other people helping,
so nothing clever.

Bring her to the house.

-No.
-There will be lots of people around.

You'll be safe. You have my word.

-You don't get her until I get my money.
-Bring her to the wedding.

As soon as I know she's safe,
I will give you your cash.

June, are you there?

If I come to the wedding,
can you promise I'll be safe?

Yes.

I'll come to you.

I'll text you the address
of where you can find your mom.

Make sure the money is ready.
For Elisabeth's sake.

No, June, June, June, listen.
I need my mom back--

[line disconnects]

[Kirk] What if she doesn't bring her?

I wouldn't trouble yourself, Mr. Wiley.
We'll find her.

But nobody touches June
until I've got my mom back safely, eh?

Sentimentality is not a useful trait.

Wait, no, it's not sentimental
to want my mom back.

Elderly women die
with alarming frequency, Mr. Wiley.

Better to not become too attached.

[knocking]

[Mr. Zima] Mr. Grigsby.

Dad?

The car's here.

So are you coming then or...?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Are you going to move then?

Why are you so nervous?

It's totally normal, isn't it?
Everyone gets nervous at weddings.

Yeah, I suppose that does make sense.

-Seeing as it's your big day.
-Oh, don't say that.

I did the best that I could.

I gave you everything you could want.
Everything I've done, I did for you.

No. No, you did it for you.

I'll see you in the car.

Can you give me a hand?

[church organ playing]

[grunts]

I choose you, Ryan Mulberry,
to be my husband,

as my friend and love.

I will be open with you and stay with you
as long as I shall live.

I choose you, Lizzie Rose Wiley,
to be my wife, my friend and love.

[officiant] You may kiss the bride.

[indistinct chatter]

Hiya. How are you doing?

Ah!

What the hell are these? Thank you.

It's champagne anyway.

Hi.

Hey, how are you doing?

[indistinct chatter]

-Where's my money?
-Where's my mom?

-Where's my money?
-It's not in my control anymore.

You're not in control at all,
are you, Kirk?

You don't even know my real name.

Wonder what else
you don't know about me.

Or what I can do.

How long can you hold your breath
underwater, June Clarke?

You can't hurt me.

There's too many people about.

Take a look at yourself. You're a carer.

-Think about what you're doing to my mom.
-I was a carer.

Thirty years of wiping asses, as you said.

Thirty years of people like you
talking down to me.

Thirty years of caring
for complete strangers.

And then one day, I sold my house
to give my daughter

and her baby a future.

And I thought, "It's all worth it."
But you had Aubrey call me.

And you took everything...

-Everything from me!
-That had nothing to do with me.

I mean, anything that my employees did

-was done under their own steam--
-Oh, fuck you!

Look at yourself, Kirk!

You're a coward and you hide away.

No, that's not me.

This...

This is you.

No...

No, no, just-- No.

Look, did you see the big guys
in the dark suits out there?

That is Mr. Zima's security team

and before they kill you, trust me,

they will make you tell them
where my mom is.

If I'm not out of here by three o'clock,

the people I am working with
will know there's something wrong.

Yeah, well, you tell the people
you are working with

that their payday is off!

-This is not about money.
-[Kirk laughing]

You...

You killed my mom.

-I've never killed anyone.
-You took my money.

And my mom killed herself
for the life insurance.

If that happened,
it was done by other people

and I had absolutely no knowledge of it.

My mom is dead.

So you give me what you owe me,

or you'll know exactly how that feels.

[indistinct chatter]

This is the happiest day of my life...

[brightly] This is the happiest day
of my life.

Where's Elisabeth?

She's safe.

I've got something for you.

-What's this all about, June?
-I know what you've been through.

And I know it's not your fault,
but you can walk away from all this,

and no one is going to blame you
for what Kirk has done.

You don't know
what you're talking about. This...

-This is nonsense.
-Give this to Kirk.

And, Laura, you can leave.

-[June] Lizzie?
-[Lizzie] Hi!

[June] Oh!

Is Gran okay?

She's being looked after. [chuckles]

Thanks for my dress, June. It's perfect.

And you know what?

Tomorrow, I am going to wake up
in a hotel,

and I never have to come back here.

-I'm so sorry, Lizzie.
-What for?

Do you know what your dad does
for a living?

Insurance?

It's-- It's Kenville Close.

Number 16.

The old woman was-- was at that flat.

How are we?

[sighs]

I was reading you lose eight ounces
of water an hour during a flight.

Still, travel does broaden the mind.

In Turkey, they tie your hands
behind your back

and hang you from a beam.

A shoulder leaving its socket
makes this...

[makes popping noise] ...sound.

Americans waterboard.
For the Russians, it's sleep deprivation.

Ah.

Then Syria...

In Syria,

the lack of resources has bred creativity.

All you need

-is to get hold of a folding chair.
-[whimpering]

And remove the safety bar.

Once you pull the pin out,

your top half goes one way

and the bottom half remains where it is.

It breaks a man's back.

I... I...

I can-- I can help you.

How can you help me?

I can-- I can bring June here.

The trouble, Desmond, is I already know
where June is.

And you can't tell me
where Elisabeth Wiley is.

You can't help me, Mr. Grigsby.

[Laura] Kirk?

Kirk?

June's just walking around out there.

I know.

We don't have Elisabeth.

I know.

Are we getting her back?

I'm dealing with it.

[door slams]

[ominous music playing]

[Lizzie] Dad?

Dad? What do you do for a living?

I'm an insurance broker.
You know what I do for a living.

No, Dad, what do you do for a living?

Sweetheart, listen.
Whatever you've heard...

it's not me.

Dad, it's all you.

[clinking]

I can't do it. [laughing]

I can't do it.

All right.

All right. You want me to do it?

Okay.

I am not an insurance broker.

I am a fraudster.

I stole millions of pounds
from innocent people.

I run cold call scams,
I run mortgage scams, VAT fraud.

-[guests muttering]
-I exploit people

by blackmailing them into working for me.

No, look-- No.

Who hasn't fiddled with their taxes?

Who here hasn't made a donation
to a school just to get their kid in?

You should ask yourselves
how did you get your money, eh?

Getting your PFI contracts
through your pals at the golf club.

Kirk. Sit down.

You tell yourselves
you're wealth creators,

that you're supplying the market's need.

There's developers here built
a whole load of flats in London,

and Manchester too.

I invested in them. And you sell
those flats to Russians and Saudis

and South American guys,

and nobody asks why nobody
actually lives in these flats

because nobody asks where
the buyers got their money from!

Because that's the game, isn't it?

It doesn't matter who they ripped off,
as long as you get a cut.

-[whispering]
-Well, right...

You'd go to jail if you mugged
a poor person in the street,

but you can buy shares in a power company

and they'll mug them on your behalf.

Because that is the game!
This is a game. We all play it.

Well, I'm sick of playing it.

No, but don't worry, don't worry.

It's not just us. I mean,
there are people who say they care!

But what makes their family
more important than mine, eh?

Why should my family lose out to theirs?

You sell your house at a profit,
don't you?

Cashing in. It's all the game!

But what? Because you're doing it
for family, it's fine?

What is family anyway?

Just a way of saying,
"I've achieved something,"

when, in fact, you've done nothing
with your life!

-And you get to live...
-[Lizzie sobs]

-[bridesmaid] Lizzie, it's okay.
-You get to live, uh, vicariously...

But-- But I tell you,

I am sorry that my mom isn't here.
Or my dad, obviously.

Although-- Though--
Though there is a man here

-who-- who has been a mentor to me.
-Mr. Wiley...

-A man who took me under his wing...
-Mr. Wiley...

...when I was very, very vulnerable.

It's okay.

[whispers and muttering]

-That's enough speeches for today.
-Yes...

Ladies and gentlemen,
champagne on a nervous stomach

and overwork.
Kirk always pushes the envelope.

I'm sure you'll... forgive and forget.

[guests chatting indistinctly]

We could get through this.

I love you.

I think if we just--

I don't know anymore.

Lizzie!

-I did the best I could.
-Yeah, for you.

We can start again.

I'll call you when I land, Mom.

Ah, June! It is June, isn't it?

You're the one we have to thank
for all the festivities.

So nice to meet you.
I'm Kirk's investment partner,

Simon Zima. Oh, I am partial to bubbly.

Such unusual flutes. Very original.

-Not drinking, June?
-No.

Then again, your father was an alcoholic.

-I'm not thirsty.
-Mm.

And your mother, Sophie,
passed away this year.

Terrible, to be orphaned in this world.

Still, at least you have several friends

to help you in your current venture.

-Yeah. Several friends.
-Yeah.

Mr. Wiley believes that you have
accomplices to kill his mother.

And I know you don't.

Des Grigsby is dead.

I snapped his back in two.

You're lying.

I know where Elisabeth is.
And you won't find her.

Yes, but I don't care about finding her.

Once all these guests have gone,
you and I will be alone

and after I kill you,
I will go after your daughter, Hana.

[ominous music playing]

[screams]

Just like old times,
you and me together, eh?

-I'm really sorry, Mr. Zima.
-I'm sure you are.

I would imagine we'll issue a statement

blaming your very public meltdown
as a result of stress.

And then it's pastures new for Mr. Wiley.

Maybe our projects in India.

I don't think the cuisine
would agree with you.

I spent my childhood there.
It takes a certain constitution.

I'd be interested in getting
into training, passing on what I know.

Why don't we go into your office
and discuss the future?

Ah...

But let us reflect on the past.

I always admired
how you grasped the opportunity.

Most people would have retreated
into their shell,

but you became the man
I knew you could be.

Sadly, the boy I first met
never went away.

Is it exhausting,
being all the versions of you, Kirk?

Perhaps it's not pastures new,
but rather putting you out to grass--

[Zima groans]

[groaning]

[ambient music playing]

[June whimpers]

[Kirk] Whoa! Whoa, whoa.

Hang on, hang on. Hey.

My mom's not here, June.

Now she taught me,
it is every man for himself.

If somebody hits you,
you hit them back harder.

You spent your life picking people up.
I stepped over them, I got to the top.

And you took everything away from me!

Here.

And now I am at the bottom, like you.

And I have nothing left to lose!

Right, leave her to me.

Mr. Zima is floating in the pool.
I hope you got paid upfront.

Get in your fucking car and go!

-What are you doing?
-Uh, just texting one of our boys.

Don't want a corpse in the pool
when the police arrive.

You...

Your mom is safe.
She's at the place I used to work at.

Well...

I'd ask for your bank details,

but I don't think
you'd give me them, so, eh...

Here you go.

There's 100K on that.
Don't go crazy on it.

No one knows about that account.

[distant police sirens]

[June] Who's my beautiful girl, eh?

You are, Sophie. You are!

And one day, you and Granny
are going to go on an adventure.

Yeah. We're going to go to the seaside.

Or we'll go to the park.

And one day
I'm going to take you to school.

-I am.
-Mom...

Time to go.

Hiya.

-[Hana] Not every week, okay?
-[June] Yeah.

That's okay.

-I'm, um-- I'm going on holiday.
-Right.

We're calling it a holiday?

Are you sure you're going to be all right?
You are safe, aren't you?

Hana. They're not gonna come after me.

They thought my name was June Smith
the whole time.

And well,

I was just the carer.

-See you then.
-Yeah.

See you.

Oh, hello. Yes, um,
I'd like to book a flight, please.

The ten o'clock
from Manchester to Barbados.

Oh, and can you make it first class?

Uh, do you offer a limo service?

[closing theme music playing]