All language subtitles for Ordeal By Innocence 2018 S01E01

# Anything I dream is possible

# But only you can
make it all come true #

Ah!

Stop, stop!

Kirsten.

Now, now, calm yourself.

There.

There, there, there.

Shh. Shh, shh, shh.

There, there.

She was alive when
I left the house.

I hitched a lift.

It was a good car.

It was big. It was
practically brand new.

The driver was in his 30s.

He was wearing a dark
overcoat and a striped shirt.

And I saw the cuff, it
was striped like pyjamas.

I'm sorry. Am I
boring you, Father?

-If you had a name.
-I didn't ask his name.

I didn't know I'd be needing it.

All your life, you've
courted trouble

and never faced
any consequences.

But you have to face the
consequences now, Jack.

You have to.

I didn't kill her.

Please, find that man.

Find that man. He can prove it.

I didn't do it.

Perfect match.

And that's the last
twist of the knife, Jack.

Your refusal to admit
what you have done.

It was you.

Your fingerprints mixed
with your mother's blood.

No one else's.

Yours, Jack.

I'd hoped that one day,

he might understand
what he had done to us.

I'd hoped your brother
might, one day, be sorry.

He wasn't.

But we forgive him
because we loved him.

And now,

we have to look after each
other and keep on living.

Michael? Christina?

These are your new
sisters and brother.

Mary, Hester, and Jack.

You'll be very happy here.

A good bath, tea, and
then straight to bed.

Aren't you grubby little tykes?

Everybody ready?

That's quite tight, Jack.

Smile, Mother.

So everyone knows we are happy.

Best faces, please.

Leo!

I'm off now.

Don't lose track of the time.

Bloody hell.

All the cuttings raked up.

All the cutting!

Yeah, ma'am.

I'll be checking.

There are, of course,

some concerns about
the high risk of fire

should there be an atomic
detonation in Britain.

But people must remember

that our homes are
built very differently

to the domestic
architecture in Japan.

There, the houses
are made from light,

highly flammable materials,
such as paper and card.

-And any schoolchild-
-Kirsten?

Will tell
you that paper and card

burn quickly and easily.

But here, in Britain, our
dwellings are constructed

with stout brick and concrete.

Kirsten!

Why doesn't anyone
in this house answer

when I call for them?

I didn't hear you.

My dress for this evening
is hanging in my room.

It needs a press.

And will you please
cover your legs?

Hosiery.

No one wants to see
your chunky calves.

Yes, Miss Vaughan.

And no creases in
the tablecloths.

Nearest stop to
Sunny Point, please.

Hester?

Hester!

I don't know what
you're smiling at.

It's my house now.

Hester?

Hester!

Hester!

Honestly, Hester,
we're going to be late.

Right. In.

I do have to go to
work after this.

I think fitting
bridesmaids' dresses

is a teensy bit more
important than stamping books

in a boring, bloody
library, actually, Tina.

Oh!

Now look what you've made me do.

You ready
for me, darling?

Oh, you need a shave.

Don't they sell
razors in London?

-Where's your case?
-I'll get it in a minute.

Well, well, the
prodigal returns.

Let's round up the fatted calf,

slit its throat, and sport
and play in its hot blood.

Philip.

-Mickey.
-Good, you're here.

Finally.

Come.

Sorry, darling.

It's only London, Mickey, you
could have got here sooner.

Mickey, this sham of a wedding

cannot go ahead and
I'm relying on you.

I'm the only one that cares

that Daddy's marrying
that bloody secretary.

Tina's like a ghost, Hester's
playing the innocent baby.

It's as if mother never existed.

Well, you're cutting it
a bit fine, aren't you?

I mean, they're getting
married the day after tomorrow.

Daddy isn't thinking clearly.

He's just blinded by S-E-X,

which is all Gwenda's got,
but that works in our favour.

I've got a plan.

You pay her a lot of
attention and you flatter her,

let her see you looking at her.

At her curves.

Letting your eyes linger.

You makeup to her and
then, well, you know?

-What?
-You make a pass at her.

She responds, which she
will, because she's a tart,

and we arrange it so that Daddy
catches her and she's gone.

He throws her out and...

Oh, he'll be upset, of
course, but he'll have us.

If he catches me up his fiancee,

he won't have me, will he?

Yes, but I'll convince
him it was all her.

And you'll be
completely forgiven

because he'll realise
you are both just victims

of the same gold-digging slut!

Mary, you need to lie
down in a nice dark room

for just about the
rest of your life.

I don't know why I ever
expected anything from you.

You never help.

You just swan off.

To Korea, to your
new life in London.

It's all right for you,

but the rest of us
have to stay here.

Korea was a war, not
a bloody holiday.

Are you going to help
save Daddy from Gwenda?

Yes or no?

No.

Jack would have done it.

Jack's not here.

Mickey?

Dear boy!

My best man.

Mary, isn't this wonderful?

He's come home.

Wonderful.

This gathering tonight,

I absolutely will not
mind if you slope off.

There's so many people to thank

and since the wedding itself
is only going to be us...

Do you think it's too soon?

The party?

Me marrying again.

Mary's not taking it
particularly well.

She didn't say anything to me.

Um, I'm- I'm happy for you.

Well, that means a
great deal, you know?

A very great deal.

Hester is giddy to see you.

Prepare yourself
for an onslaught.

Yes.

It wouldn't have been the
same without you, son.

I've missed you.

Very much.

A good bath, tea,
and straight to bed.

Ah.

And this is your new daddy.

Hello.

Come along.

I say, I do hope
that's not the dress.

No, that's going to the
hotel on the morning

so there's no danger
of Leo seeing it.

We saw it, though.

It's white and that's
all I'm saying.

Look who's here.

Door, Hester, please.

-But Mickey-
-Will still be there

when you've answered the door.

Oh, Michael, the tailor
is coming tomorrow,

to make sure your
morning suit fits.

Hello, by the way.

I'm so glad that
you could make it.

Do you ever stop talking?

Ah! You're very early.

Where's your instrument?

My instrument?

Your cello.

And I do hope you have
something smarter to wear.

-No, I-
-Oh, for God's sake.

What is the matter with people?

This is a formal occasion.

We can find something
for him to wear.

I'm not a musician.

I'm Arthur Calgary.

The man in the car.

I'm Jack Argyll's alibi.

My apologies for
keeping you waiting.

My family are very shocked.

Understandably so.

You're an Egyptologist.

A gentleman amateur.

Oh. Most of them are,
aren't they?

Mr. Calgary-

It's "Doctor," actually.

Not that I set particular
store by titles.

And not a doctor of medicine:

Science. Physics.

Does that have a bearing
on this situation?

It does, actually, yes.

I came across this
only very recently

and recognised
him straight away.

It was Christmas Eve
1954, he flagged me down

and I gave him a lift
to the local town.

I dropped him off
outside the public house.

I asked him for the time.

I've never worn a watch.

I'm late for everything.

He told me it was
just before 9:00,

but it says here
that your wife was...

That she died just before 9:00.

But that's when
your son was with me

some distance away, so-

Where were you going
when Jack stopped you?

What were you late for?

A dinner party.

I'm afraid the cliche

about absent-minded
scientists is true.

It's been 18 months
since my wife was killed.

Why have you not
come forward before?

I went away for my work.

Just after Christmas.

A research station
in the Arctic.

The Arctic?

That's why I didn't
see any papers,

hear any radio reports.

I only got back in
the last few days,

and if this hadn't been
wrapped around some equipment,

I wouldn't have known
anything at all.

You were going to
a dinner party,

so you were wearing
a dinner jacket?

-That's right.
-I just want to be

absolutely clear.

A dinner suit?

Black tie, black
jacket, black trousers?

I wish I could have got here
sooner, but I'm here now,

and I'm willing to
go on oath in court.

So your son can be released

because this terrible crime,
Mr. Argyll, he didn't do it.

We've had a lot of
people coming here

claiming to be Jack's alibi,

to know something about
him, about our family.

All those claims
proved fraudulent.

Well, obviously.

Psychics, tarot readers.

A water diviner turned up once.

With rods.

Greedy, venal people.

Fame seekers and charlatans.

You can imagine the hurt
and distress that caused us.

It must have been awful,

but I just want to
do what's right.

Jack was in my car.

He's innocent.

Well, once again,
you're too late.

Jack died in prison

before the case
could come to trial.

He died?

He can't be dead. He...

He has to be alive. He...

He died how?

He got into a fight
with another inmate.

Jack was a difficult young man.

We loved him, but
he was difficult.

Disturbed.

We hope he's at peace now.

And I hope you'll leave us
to our own hard-won peace.

I'm so sorry.

Really.

So dreadfully sorry.

Actually, we're all rather busy,

so if you wouldn't mind?

Yes, of course.

I don't suppose you
know of any hotels

or boarding houses nearby?

There's a hotel in town.

Good day, Dr. Calgary.

Don't come back. There's
nothing for you here.

No more information than
he'd read in the newspaper,

like all the others.

He said he was wearing
a dinner jacket,

so we know he was lying.

I thought this had stopped.

Why won't these ghouls
just leave us alone?

He told me he's a physicist

who's only just returned from
an expedition to the Arctic,

which has got to be one
of the best ones yet.

Forget about him.

This is not going to shake us.

Hester, take those
boxes upstairs.

Kirsten, we'll have
tea on the lawn.

I'll take mine in my room.

As you wish,
Lieutenant Durrant.

Strange, turning up like
that out of the blue

all this time later.

Very strange.

Like my dad said,
forget about him.

Well, I'm sure we'll
all give it a try,

but it brings it all
back, doesn't it?

Like it was yesterday.

Your poor, dear mother.

Butter.

There are two Ts, Michael.

Two of them.

Christina can do it.

Butter.

Why can't you?

Butter.

But'er.

Stand up.

Look me in the eye and say it.

But'er.

Give me that.

Kirsten, Michael has
had a little mishap.

A dab of disinfectant
and a plaster, I think.

Mary, your French composition.

Don't.

Jack always said
he was innocent.

I'd say the same if I'd
been charged with murder.

When we were
standing around his coffin

and they'd had to
cover most of his face

so we couldn't see

what had been done to
him, how he'd been hurt,

you didn't once think, "What
if Jack was telling the truth?"

No.

Well, I did.

I do. I think about
it all the time.

What if Jack was
telling the truth?

What if he was innocent?

What if he had an alibi?

What if Dr. Calgary-

Was lying.

Leave it.

You going on won't change
anything or bring anyone back.

Tina! It's about time.

I'm beside myself.

We need help with the tables.

Can you make sure they all
have the little lamps on them?

Poor Tina.

That's why I hide up here,
so they can't make me help.

Where are you going?

Get some cigarettes.

There's cigarettes in
the store cupboard.

Not the ones I like.

I'm not cross, Hester.

You're not?

It's Christmas Eve.

How can I be cross?

Well, of course, I saw
through him immediately.

If you're going to
pretend to be a doctor,

don't dress as a
caricature of one.

A tweed suit and
winter brogues in July?

It's ridiculous.

What did he say?

Oh, the usual.

Daddy dealt with him.

Look at her, pointing at
flowers as if she's the Queen.

You know, I thought Mickey
might help for once,

but he only cares about himself.

Is her dress really white?

Ivory.

Ivory! It's the same as white!

This is unbearable!

How can you go along with it?

Bending over backwards to
be her new best friend.

Why doesn't it kill
you like it kills me?

Because it doesn't.

Well, I was the first.

I loved Mother longest.

Mother.

Always pulling at
me! It's intolerable!

It's different for you.

It's not different for me.

You think you were the
favourite, but you weren't.

Mother just felt sorry for you.

Filth! Filth!

Filth!

You can't go out.

Darling,

an evening spent in the company
of your father's friends

and their bloated pig wives,

braying over my head while
my face is at crotch level,

not my idea of fun.

I'm just going to go out and
have a quiet supper in town,

all right?

Oh.

Ah, yes.

Now, you won't drink
too much, will you?

You look very pretty.

Don't let any of the men
flirt with you, will you?

I'll see you later.

Mm.

Mm, mm, mm.

Oh!

I'm honestly not trying to
take your mother's place, Mary.

I'd like us to be friends.

We could have shopping
trips, lunches.

Just us girls.

I don't want to be your friend.

And as for taking my
poor mother's place,

with your elocution lessons
and your padded brassieres,

you don't have a chance.

Well, look at you,

playing the adoring,
heartbroken daughter.

"My poor mother."

The thing is, no one
hated her more than you.

Well, it
looks like real gold.

Shut up.

Hm. Here she comes,
Mother Superior.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

You've got guests.

Well, it's...

It's just that it's
my last evening here,

so I thought I'd just-

You need to change into
your going-away outfit

while your husband
is still sober enough

to walk you out of the house.

What's the rush?

Why can't she just sit here
with us if she wants to?

Because it doesn't look right.

And that's what matters,
is it, "looking right?"

Look, it won't take
me a moment to change.

You are happy for me,
Mother, aren't you?

Such hot, little hands!

You'll mark my suit.

Come on.

Don't.

One day.

One day just to crack the shell.

See if there's anything
inside.

Against
fire and radioactive fallout.

And if you don't
have one of those,

then simply place a door
against a wall inside your house

as an extra precaution for
yourself and your family,

until the police or Civil
Defence Corps arrive

to tell you the
danger is passed.

If you are outside,
then simply lie down.

Is it inadvisable to smoke,

so keep your cigarettes
in your pocket

until you hear the
all-clear siren.

I want to remind everyone
that although Great Britain

does face a threat from
unscrupulous foreign powers...

Shh.

No, no, no.

Who are you?

Arthur Calgary.

Dr. Arthur Calgary.

Well, you don't have
anything that proves it.

No.

How did you do that?

Um, I got brambles
caught in my trousers.

The thorns, they...

Tell me the story, the
one you told my dad.

It's not a story.

Tell it anyway.

I was driving.

What sort of car?

I don't really know about cars.

Describe it.

-I don't-
-Big?

Small?

Big, I suppose.

You suppose?

Where is it now?

Because you didn't drive here.

I don't have it anymore.

Go on.

I was driving-

In the car that you don't know

whether it was big or small?

-Yes.
-That you don't have anymore?

Driving on the road that
goes past your house.

How fast were you going?

Quite slowly.

Go on.

Driving on the road that
goes past your house

and this man stepped
out into the road

and put his hands up
to ask for a lift.

I stopped and gave him a
lift, your brother, Jack.

And we drove on and I dropped
him off outside a pub.

I asked him for the time
and I went on my way.

How come you don't have anything
that proves who you are?

You're a driver.
Where's your licence?

I don't know.

Did you lose it?

In the Arctic?

I might have done.

Did it get eaten by a penguin?

Penguins don't
live in the Arctic,

they live in the
Southern Hemisphere.

Don't take the piss out of me.

I'm not, I'm just
pointing out a fact.

I need you to do something.

I need you to go.

Because we've had enough
of people like you.

We've really had enough.

It's important you get that.

Don't be here tomorrow.

And don't go talking to
anyone else around here.

Remember, I can get in.

If you're a scientist doing
secret research in the Arctic,

then I'm a baboon's ball sack.

No, no! Stop!

Things are bound to change
under the new Mrs. Argyll.

I wouldn't like to see
you get side-lined.

Leave me alone!

I could've killed her that
night for what she did.

Well?

Why are you so cruel to me?

It's like
kicking a whipped dog.

It's easy.

Let me go!

Jack was innocent, and your
wife's killer is still free.

Which one of them's
got blood on their hands?

So deliciously squalid.