All language subtitles for Intruder s01e03

It's like that poor young boy died
for us. I helped you fake evidence!

Shut up! I did it!

So, if the police started to look
into your case any further,

it would lead them to look into all
kinds of dark corners.

I can lean on the chief and all
this thing can go away.

They're doing nothing and you know
it. You have to follow this up.

I reckon all she'd need is a nudge
in the right direction.

What was he wearing? A jacket with
a bird on it or something.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Angela?! You will not ruin my life!

The truth always comes out, don't
you think, Sam?

I have an idea about how to end
this.

Becky!

Becky!

Becky!

Becky!

Becky!

I know it seems like there's
no way out,

but I've been thinking.

So what's your grand plan?

Are you going to fix this like you
fix the economy or

immigration or post-Brexit Britain
every morning on the phones?

OK. I haven't thought every bit
through but

Angela always has pills in her
cottage in the bathroom.

I mean, a lot of sleeping pills, OK?

So we just... What are you talking
about exactly?

OK, I was thinking that Angela must
take her keys with her to work, yes?

If you could get the keys, then we
can do copies.

And then we can get in there, we
could easily overpower her and

the pills are right there in the
bathroom cupboard, I've seen them.

So we'd overpower her, there's two
of us, right?

And then we'd just have to
get the pills into her.

Obviously there's a lot to think
about, but it makes perfect sense

because everyone knows about her
problems with drink

and her history with men and how

unhappy she is and, Jesus Christ,
I'm trying to help us here!

Sam,

you are no good in a crisis.

You once lost your temper at
the price of a giant Toblerone

bar in duty free.

You once had a panic attack when we
got stuck in a lift for seven

minutes. The whole reason we're in
this mess is because you killed

a defenceless teenage boy because
you were terrified, even though

he was trying to get away at the
time you stabbed him.

So, here's what's going to happen.

I'm going to speak to Angela
tomorrow.

I'm going to tell her I know about
you and her.

Then I'm going to tell her it's in
her best interests to keep quiet

and she will listen to me because
I am not a complete idiot like you.

She will realise that I'm leaving
you,

so she has nothing to gain and
everything to lose.

You're going to drink the rest
of that bottle,

then go to sleep on the couch
and by the time you wake up tomorrow

I will have persuaded
Angela to keep her mouth shut.

Why do you think you were
transferred here, Karen?

Well, there was a shortage of FLOs
in the area and they moved us

all around and...

What are your duties as an FLO,
would you say?

Well, there's a whole...

Do you want the guidelines or...?

In your own words will do.

I, uh, liaise with the families of
the victims.

When you say liaising,

would you say liaising means
constantly going round to

victims' families, collecting
evidence?

No, sir.

I had some doubts.

SHE SIGHS

I had some private doubts about the
Hickeys' story.

I can see that I've gone much too
far in pursuing my questions

on my own.

There's nothing to worry about,
Bailey.

We currently only have one person on
case progression,

so you'll be helping out
there for a while.

Case progression?

We've all got to play to our
strengths.

What do you mean by
'case progression'?

It's just a fancy word for
paperwork.

I'm sorry, Haalim.

I really am.

If you've got any concerns just go
straight to Officer Lilley.

They took you off because you've
been poking around too much.

No.

No, I doubt that. Why are they
forcing you off this case?

What are they hiding?

They're not hiding anything.

There is no case, Mr Khalil.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm as disappointed as you are.

I didn't mean that.

It's "Mr Khalil" again. Not
Haalim now, is it?

I'm sorry, Haalim.

I really am.

Yes, Tania, I do realise that.

I've pushed this meeting back
twice already.

All right, I really have to go.

OK. Goodbye.

For God's sake.

Angela, we have to talk. I'm so
sorry, babe.

That call just went on and on and
on.

Sit down, Angela.

It's going to have to wait, I'm
afraid.

Sam told me.

Excuse me.

See you later, everyone.

Angela?

Angela, what are you going to do?

What do you think I'm going to do?

Sam told me you were threatening to
tell the police.

About what?

Angela, come on. I don't follow you,
I'm afraid.

What should I tell the police about?

Like I say, I have to go.

We've got an editorial
in the morning at nine, I think.

So I'll see you then, don't be late.

CAR LOCK CLICKS

CAR STARTS

KNOCKING ON CAR DOOR
Angela?

Oh, fuck off.
Angela!

I'm leaving Sam.

But we have to talk, Angela.

I'm worried about you.

You're leaving Sam?

Yes.

Why would I give a fuck if you're
leaving Sam?

I don't understand.

No, you don't.

That's your problem.

An... An...!

Angela!

Angela!

PHONE RINGS

PHONE RINGS

Yes?

Angela, this is ridiculous.
Let me in.

What is, Rebecca?

Let me in, for God's sake.

I'm afraid I can't do that,
I'm rather busy.

Angela, I need to know you won't
go to the police or say anything

stupid.

Oh, I can't promise that I'm
afraid, Rebecca.

This is going to hurt you as much as
us.

I know.

But, see, I don't care about you,
and if I can't have Sam,

I don't care about him either.

If he'd have come here himself to
tell me that he was leaving you,

then that'd be different. But seeing
as how he seems to have sent you,

it means it's never going to
happen between me and Sam.

That's accurate, don't you think?

I'm going to fucking ruin
both of you

and if I have to go to jail myself
because of it, then so be it.

This is insane, Angela.

So here's what I'm going to do.

I'm going to pour myself another
drink.

Then I'm going to go to the police
station

and tell them everything I know.

It is the right thing to
do, after all.

Angela,

you'll wake up tomorrow with
a hangover and regret doing this.

Maybe,

but by then the police will
have arrested you.

Angela?

Angela?

Angela, open up!

Fuck.

Fuck.

RADIO: Showers will be very
reluctant, indeed, to fade away,

I'm afraid. Especially down in
those coastal regions.

Elsewhere, it will become dry but
with some mist and fog patches

floating around. Early morning mist
soon burns away tomorrow morning

and it's a dry, bright start in a
fair few places.

Hi.

It's over.

Look, look, I know I have a mountain
to climb to make it up to you but

we've got to deal with this.
Angela's dead.

What? She's dead, Sam.

How do you know?

Someone at work told me.

Told you what?

That she's been missing.

And that she's been found dead.

At the foot of the cliff near her
cottage.

"Missing"?

Rebecca, I saw her two days ago.

It's like I said, people at work
said she's missing,

then her family said the same,
that they were concerned,

that she's not returning their
calls.

Then she was found.

She must have thrown
herself from the cliff.

She might have fallen,
but it looks like she jumped.

Rebecca, you're not making
sense.

When did this happen?

Tomorrow.

They'll notice tomorrow.

Then start to get really concerned
after a day or so.

Rebecca.

You're not making any sense.

Angela's parents will probably
get in touch saying they've been

ringing the cottage and do
we know where their daughter is.

We'll go round to the cottage to
check and find she's not in.

And we'll ring her phone and leave
concerned messages

and maybe even join in a search for
her body.

If it gets that far.

I imagine she'll be
discovered before then.

Police will ask me and I'll tell
them,

Angela was depressed and angry.

They'll ask other people in the
office

and they'll say the same thing, that
Angela was lonely and troubled

and even drunk in meetings
a couple of times.

Oh, Christ.

Help!

Help!

You need to get some sleep.
Put that shit away.

Sam.

It's going to be fine.

You need to put that away.

You need to go to work later and you
need to act normally.

Sam?

I'm sorry.

Shit.

It's going to be OK.

You just need to do everything I
say.

FAINT CHATTER

PHONE PINGS

SHE SIGHS

PHONE RINGS

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

Mr Khalil.

I thought I'd explained that I'm
not involved in the case any more.

There's no ongoing investigation.
The name on the phone...

..T, I know how to find him.

KNOCKING

Hello. Come in.

Come in.

I wanted to reach out to you.

I wanted to say, I know
that Syed probably told you

I-I didn't approve of
him being with you.

But I want you to know
that's all behind us now.

Come in, please. Come.

In the last month or so, he'd tell
me things when we weren't rowing.

He told me that he still liked you.

I was going to tell
him that it was OK,

that, uh, he should
see who he wants to see.

Anyway, I-I just thought
you'd like to see.

FAINT: Get home safe, OK?
Appreciate it. Thank you.

SHE SIGHS
What the fuck am I doing?

Tommy?
KNOCKING

You all right, love? Is Tommy in?
I need to speak with him.

Yeah, come in. Tommy!

PHONE RINGS

Oh, for pity's sake.

Hi, Mum.

Yeah, I'm at work.

Well, when did it start itching?

Have you been to the chemist?

You're gonna have
to do what they say

and go and see your GP if you
can't get it over the counter.

It doesn't matter
where your doctor's from.

I'm sure they have
great doctors in Syria.

Mum, Mum, I'm gonna have to go.

Yeah. Yeah. I'll speak to you later.

Bye.

FAINT: I'm not doing it,
right? So just fuck off.

All right, then,
so I'm going to. You fucking won't!

Mia.

Mia!

Mia!

Mind the bloody door,
will you?! Shut up.

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Oh, hello, there,
is that Rebecca Hickey?

Yes.

Who is this, please?

This is Ronald Pidd,
I'm Angela's father.

Oh, hello, Ronald! I-I
didn't recognise your voice,

we met at Angela's 40th, I think.

Yes, well, it's...I'm
sure it's nothing,

but you know that she's,
uh, that she's...missing.

Missing? No.

I-I mean, I'm aware she hasn't been
in to work for a couple of days.

Yes, yes.

I spoke with one of your
colleagues earlier,

we've been to her cottage,
and there's no-one there.

As you can imagine,
we're getting very concerned.

Can I ask, when did
you last see her?

Oh, let me see, um,
it would have been, um...

It would've been three days
ago for an editorial meeting.

No, sorry, I saw her
the day before yesterday,

but only to say goodbye
at the end of the day.

And how did she seem?

She seemed...

..fine.

You don't sound too sure.

Ronald, can I be honest with you?

Of course, of course. We need to
find out all we can, Rebecca.

Well, I have been a little worried
about Angela for a few months now.

I mean, nothing very
specific, but...

..well, she has been
especially down recently.

I'm sorry, I-I'm not
sure this is helpful.

No, no, no. It is, it is.

"Down" in what way?

Well, I-I feel I'm
betraying her trust, but...

No. Go on, please.

She has been depressed recently.

I don't know whether you know?

We know all about it
and the drink too.

She's been off her medication, so,

Rebecca, you can be totally candid.

We've called the police...
Of course.

..and they're finally
taking it seriously, so

we're just hoping
she's drunk somewhere.

But, obviously, we're
horrified that she's...

Oh, God.
HE SNIFFLES

Oh, Ronald, I-I-I'm sure
she'll be OK, like you say.

HE CRIES

Ronald?

I'm sure it's going to be fine.

FAINT: Anything suspicious?

Yeah, if I'm honest with
you, she has been acting...

We have an overloaded health
care system,

our schools are full,
there's too many.

We are full.

Hello?

Mm.

Frankly, I was just bored.

Well, you might be bored...

Yeah, I mean...
I've cut you off, by the way.

I'm just so bored of tiring
old gammony farts like you

calling in, banging on about
the hospitals being packed,

when the hospitals are staffed

by the very people you want
chucked out of the country.

I mean, what the...?

OK, let's, uh, let's go to line two.

And if I was a betting man,
I'd bet it's another racist.

Line two, hello?

Hello? Yes, it's you. Speak.

You are on. Is it me?

Yes.

Yes, you are on the radio. Speak.

That is generally how it works.

We are, after all,
a sound-based medium.

Try making sounds with your mouth,

preferably in the form of words

syntactically strung
together into sentences.

Well, I do have an opinion on them,

but, frankly, I think the way you
treated that last caller...

Oh, great. Another fucking racist.

Now, I'm not a racist, actually...
No, no, of course you're not.

I've cut you off.

Another massively bigoted xenophobe,

but then, you know, I
suppose you do pay my wages

by keeping this cesspit of
a radio station afloat.

I mean, imagine if there
were no bigoted arseholes

left in the country,
there'd be no talk radio,

and then where the fuck would we be?

It's time, thank the Lord,
for your news and sport.

HELICOPTER WHIRS

Hello?

Bloody hell.

You all right, girl?

Lovely evening, eh?

What do you want?

I was just out for a stroll.

Do you always go for a stroll
through people's property?

I listened to your
husband's show today.

He sounded drunk to me.

I've known a few drunks,
so I know the cadence.

I knew your father, for one thing.

You know, they say
King Arthur is asleep

in one of the caves around here,

that one day he'll come
back and save Britain.

Course, if he came back now,

liberating Britain
from the intruders,

people like your husband'd
be calling him a racist.

We've always welcomed
visitors here, us locals.

People who belong here, that is.

People like you and me.

Take this young lad - Syed, was it?

I mean, I don't care
the colour of your skin,

but if you go breaking in
to people's property, well,

I'd have done the same thing.

Reasonable force,
that's what they call it.

That's when the visitor
becomes an intruder.

Well, it's the same with
people like your husband.

Well educated types,
looking down their nose at us

because they read a different paper,

have avocado on their toast
instead of bacon and eggs.

But still, they're
fine by us as well.

But they've got to stay on
the right side of that line.

You've already threatened me,

and I've told you it's in my
interests

to go along with you, so...

We're gonna have to do something
about your husband, Rebecca,

if it looks like he's
becoming a liability.

Now, I trust that you'll be able to
keep that husband of yours in line.

You're right.

I can take care of my husband.

That's good.

I expect he'll see sense
and pull himself together.

If not, I'm sure you'll be in touch,
and we can lean on him a bit more.

Right, well, I'd best be getting on.

Gets bloody cold as
soon as the sun drops.

I'll check in soon enough,

see if everything's all right.

FAINT CHATTER

Hello.

Cola, please. No problem.

RADIO: I mean, imagine if
there were no bigoted arseholes

left in the country.

There'd be no talk radio.

We'd all be listening
to Chopin or the Beatles.

There would be peace
and harmony across the land.

And then where the fuck would we be?

It's time, thank the Lord,
for the news and sport.

What's going on with her?
FAINT CHATTER

Keep an eye on her.

Right, I am gonna finish
up and head off. All right.

I'll see you later.

You need to sober up,

and call your parents as well.

Things are normal, remember?

It would've been easier
to just tell the truth.

If we'd just told
the truth that night...

..it would have been bad, but...

I don't know if I
can cope with this.

You on top of this copper?

She's nothing, an FLO.

A what?

Family liaison,

jumped-up counsellor.

Stick her on the payroll?

No.

She's do-gooder material.

Shame.

What about the
investigating officer?

He one of ours?

Lilley, no.

But I can lean on him.

Everyone's got their
pressure points.

You didn't drive up here to
tell me that everything was fine.

The night of the break-in,

Angela Pidd...

..she backed up the Hickeys' story.

Well, she's the one they
found yesterday morning

at the cliffs.

You have any idea what that's about?

No.

I asked around, bit of a headcase.

Drink problem, mental health issues.

Going round telling folk what
really happened up at the house.

She probably did top herself, but...

..could be the Hickeys got scared.

We can make sure
it's ruled a suicide.

Maybe it was.

Either way, we need to
keep an eye on the Hickeys.

Trusting them isn't enough.

How do you know that that
woman is not trying to...?

How long have you been here,
in Becksfield?

Eight years.

62 years.

I knew the Hickey woman,
Rebecca, when she was a teenager.

She's a local. I knew her dad.

Hardcore drinker, used
to hang out in the Icarus.

Nice girl, but the same
look in her eyes her dad had.

One time she ran off,

suspect it was him hitting her.

Or worse.

She hid out in the caves
up near Neath's Head,

terrified of the old man.

I'm out on my land
and hear her shouts,

muffled-like, from under the sod.

There's a small entrance in
the field not many know about.

I go in, and I save her.

Sheer luck I found her,
otherwise she would've died.

You don't survive
in there for a night,

gets bloody cold as a witch's tit.

She must have been tough to keep
her calm, even for a short while.

I've seen grown men go to pieces
in those narrow tunnels.

You take one wrong turn down there
in the dark and you're lost forever.

You listen to his radio show?

No. Nah, you're more of a
Classic FM man, I'm guessing.

Today he sounded drunk on air.

Ranting and raving, swearing,

they had to cut him
off to go to the weather.

If anyone's going to crack,

it'll be him, not her.

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Hello, Mr Fitzgerald.

I've been giving it some thought,

and I'd like to
speak with you if I may.

I thought I might come
over later on tonight.

I was thinking quite late.

Maybe 11?

I have a proposal that
might help both of us.

I think Sam Hickey
killed Syed out of anger,

and they're all covering it up.

I believe everything you say.

I'm going over to the Hickey place,

push them on the Pidd death.

Loud shouting outside her cottage.

Was it you? He is bound to
have other stuff on us!

Sam, shut up!

He knows we're behind it in some
way, but we have a trump card.

I'm sorry! It's the one
thing I didn't mention.

Sam! We need to go.

This is crazy! You said sometime
in the next couple of days...

This isn't a time to panic,
this is the time to act.

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