All language subtitles for S05E03 - Standing Stone

[waves crashing]

[music playing]

[applause]

Thank you.

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[interposing voices]

- Off for the road, Mike? - Oh, sorry mate.

I've got to stop in [inaudible] Sophie.

What you up to?

Local history thing she goes to.

Ah, right.

Yeah, I said to her, you know, she should be a home woman,

cooking the supper. - It doesn't work these days.

Got minds of their own, eh?

I'll see you, all right?

Yeah.

[background conversation]

[bell tolling]

[inaudible] alone at night.

Of course not, sir.

Night-night all.

Goodnight.

[humming]

[sea gulls calling]

Mike!

What's the problem?

Sophie's missing.

I don't know what to do.

Where was this class held?

Over in Polkerris, the village hall.

She was supposed to wait there for me, and by the time

I got there she'd already gone.

She definitely didn't get a lift?

No, she walked.

That's what they said.

Well, he didn't like her walking by herself and at night,

but she won't be told, will she?

Well, she must have come this way.

Haven't been here since I was a kid.

It's funny, I remember them being a lot bigger than this.

It's hers.

Now, stay here.

You sure?

OK, we'll get some help.

[dialing cellphone]

Duty officer please.

[radio chatter in background]

No sign of a struggle, sir.

Right.

Obviously no tire marks either.

You know, if she's out in the open,

she won't survive long in this weather.

You'll need to search Cattran's place.

Yes, sir.

Mike.

Mike?

I'm nipping off to the office, right?

DS Robins will take care of you.

The purse is missing.

Might be credit cards.

We'll inform her bank.

I'll be back as soon as I can, right?

I keep seeing them move.

Plays in a band in my local.

And he's got a [inaudible].

Any chance he's involved in her disappearance?

Mike?

He's devoted to her.

Not too close to this one, I'd hope?

No, can't see any conflict.

- Fine. - OK, I'll see you later.

Oi, you'll need to be back for Steven's [inaudible]..

Any news of Charlie?

[phone ringing]

Yeah, he wants to come back.

I don't know.

Well, it's sometimes best to get back on the horse,

isn't it? - Not where he is at the moment.

OK, I'll see you.

Have fun.

DCI Lane.

Lieutenant Wycliffe.

Helen?

I just wanted to warn you.

Charlie's planning a visit.

DCI LANE (ON PHONE): Yes?

He thinks the place will grind to a halt without him.

And I need to talk to you about Year Three reports.

Hm.

I'll be in in half an hour.

DCI LANE (ON PHONE): Thanks.

Fine.

Who was that?

Work.

[car horn sounding]

[radio chatter in background]

We've searched the house sir, and the outbuildings.

There's nothing useful.

Right.

Oh, he gave us a recent photo.

She's a good-looking woman.

Yes.

Get it circulated.

You'll need to contact the press and TV.

We're doing a house-to-house in Trevena and Polkerris.

I want to speak to everyone who

saw Mrs. Cattran at the evening class last night.

Fine, sir.

Oh, you're done searching for her, eh Doug?

We have to cover every angle, Mike.

Yeah, right!

Mike?

Have you and Sophie had any problems lately?

Why? What's it got to do with you?

Nothing major, you know what I mean?

She gets fed up with the amount of time I spend with the band.

Feels left out, does she?

That's about it.

And before you ask, I never looked at anyone else, eh?

I can understand why.

Sophie do this?

Yeah.

Got a real talent for it, doesn't she?

That's what I tell her.

She won't have it.

That's hers.

I sat here before she went out.

Can't wash up.

I can't touch anything, you know?

I could be wiping her away.

She'd never come back then, would she?

Of course, in America they build their own henges.

Make them out of plastic and put them on the patio.

[background conversation]

[interposing voices]

Sophie laughed about that.

Poor thing.

She didn't seem worried about anything?

Of course, they are very [inaudible]..

WOMAN BEING INTERVIEWED: She didn't eat enough, did she?

Well, I said to her, there's a piece

of carrot cake going begging.

Eric enjoyed it.

Didn't you Eric?

MAN BEING INTERVIEWED: She was always rather an anxious girl.

She didn't come on outings usually.

Locally, is this?

We'd carp into Devon as well.

There's a wonderful bronze--

We were the last to see her alive, were we?

JENNY PRIN: Most menhir are made out of granite.

"Men" is Cornish for "stone", and "hir"

is "long", as it is in Welsh.

It's amazing how they got them to stand up.

Sheer brute force.

This is Jenny Prin, sir.

She runs the classes.

Detective Inspector Kersey's in charge of the case.

What terrible news.

Did, uh, did Sophie speak to you after the class Ms. Prin?

Mrs. Well, she said she'd walk home.

But then later, of course, Mike Cattran arrived.

Poor man.

What he must be going through.

Do you know Sophie well?

No, not really.

She kept herself to herself.

She wasn't a joiner.

She had trouble with her nerves, I understand.

I was a bit surprised she stuck with the classes to be honest.

But then David brings us all out of our shells.

David? He--

JENNY PRIN: He teaches the classes--

David Moyle.

He's written books.

Last night's class was about standing stones, sir.

The Devil's Gateway.

JENNY PRIN: Yes, that's right.

That's where you found Sophie's things, wasn't it?

Now listen, this may be nothing, but what

I said about being surprised Sophie stuck with the classes--

she seemed a bit keen on David.

You see, after the class last night

I noticed her talking to him, and she seemed rather keyed up.

Do you think there was something between them?

Oh, I don't know about that.

Well, David's rather sweet, of course.

He's terribly sensitive.

He lives very simply, what you might

call an alternative lifestyle.

What do you mean?

He--

He's got an old crofter's cottage out on the moors.

Not even sure if it's got electricity.

It's deserted.

Let's see.

[knocking]

Yes?

Mr. Moyle?

That's right.

[dog barking]

Sorry.

She's not used to visitors.

Detective Inspector Kersey.

This is DS Robins.

I'm investigating the disappearance

of a Mrs. Sophie Cattran.

Mrs. Cattran?

Can we come in, please?

Well, it's pretty basic, I'm afraid.

But, yeah.

Go on, Max.

You stay there.

Yeah, if you want to come in here.

Thank you.

Not one for the creature comforts, then Mr. Moyle?

It's surprising how little we actually need.

Ms. Prin says you've written books.

That's right.

Well, pamphlets really.

It's a great place for writing, this.

I imagine.

No interruptions, eh?

Not usually, no.

I understand you talked about the Devil's Gateway last night?

We did, yes.

Did Mrs. Cattran seem especially interested?

She asked a few questions.

You know, we were told when we were kids that it

was the gateway to Hell.

And if we were really naughty, that's where they'd send us.

Is there any truth in that?

Yes.

Really?

Well, according to legend, a farmer

sold his soul to the devil for the promise

of seven good harvests.

DI KERSEY: Yeah?

But after seven years, the time ran out,

and he was taken down to Hell.

The standing stone nearby is his wife, who tried to save him,

but got turned into stone for her pains.

You own this place, do you?

No, I'm renting it.

How would you manage for money?

Well, I got a bit from writing.

And there's my teaching, of course.

I don't need much.

Do you live in your own?

Yes.

Well, I can't think of many who'd

want to I share my lifestyle?

Can you?

No, a lot of people say they want

to get away from the rat race, but not many people do it.

Ah.

I've had enough of the rat race to last me.

So you've given city life a try, then?

Yeah.

It doesn't work for me, I'm afraid.

The great thing I've got now is time.

Did Mrs. Cattran ever come out here, Mr. Moyle?

Why should she?

I understand you organize trips

to sites of local interest.

Must be some around here.

Sophie didn't take part in any of our trips.

I see.

Look, I'm really sorry to hear Mrs. Cattran is missing.

But I'm not sure how I can help you.

Um, I've got work to do.

OK, Mr. Moyle.

Thanks anyway.

Oh, um, we may want to talk to you again.

Run a check on it, will you?

Fine, sir.

I'd say we've got a suspect, wouldn't you?

[car alarm]

So you're adopting my filing system, Lucy?

Yeah, well I thought I'd do a bit

of a blitz on the paperwork.

Trying to get ahead of myself, you know.

It's worth a go.

So how are things?

Fine, fine.

Doug's got a missing persons case on his home patch.

Other than that, everything is pretty quiet, really.

Charles!

Heard you were in the building.

Oh, just a social visit.

How's the shoulder?

Well, it's coming along.

I haven't congratulated you on your appointment, sir.

Ah, well.

Onward, and upward, you know.

I hope we'll be seeing you tonight.

I'll do my best, sir.

But I'm still supposed to be getting a lot of sleep.

It's just a little farewell get-together Charles,

not an all-night session.

See you there.

You're certainly off his Christmas card list,

aren't you?

Mmm.

He doesn't speak to me now unless he really has to.

Probably better off that way, believe me.

Well, I'll leave you to it then.

Lucy, have you got the number--

Hello!

How are things?

Well, I'll tell you the truth, Doug,

I feel like a prisoner in my own house.

I see you've got a missing persons.

That's right, yeah.

Things are starting to look interesting.

Oh, in fact, there was something I wanted to ask you.

Oh, yeah?

I've planned a spot of fishing.

It's a good stretch down near Trevena.

I wondered if you fancied a bit, you know?

Yeah, right.

Um, only my shoulder's not really up to it at the moment.

Well, when it does it then?

Sure.

Lane.

No, no, no.

He's right here.

Hold on.

Ken Robins.

Excuse me.

Ken, what's the news?

DS ROBINS (ON PHONE): I did a check on Mr. Moyle, sir.

I'll drop in again. DS LANE: OK.

Yeah. Bye.

DS ROBINS (ON PHONE): It came up positive.

Two drug released offences.

Yeah?

DS ROBINS (ON PHONE): [inaudible]..

Well, we had better talk to him again.

Yeah, thanks for letting me know.

Bye.

[knocking]

I thought you might need some moral support.

Yeah.

Would you like to come in?

DI KERSEY: Do you think Mrs. Stevens has had a drink then?

[laughter]

Thank you.

Now, tell me, why do you call this finger buffet,

when what you mean is dead things on sticks?

Huh?

Think Charlie well ever come back?

It's hard to say.

Welfare people think he should retire.

So does Helen.

But you wouldn't want your promotion at his expense,

would you?

No, I wouldn't.

But if it's the best thing for Charlie, then--

Yeah.

I'd enjoy the responsibility, of course.

Of course.

[laughter]

Just didn't realize quite what was involved.

Right.

Paperwork.

The meetings.

Meetings about bloody meetings.

Well, you know why I didn't bother, eh?

Yeah, I worked that one out a long time ago.

Ah, Doug!

Good to see you.

Yes, well, the chance to say goodbye to you,

sir, I wouldn't have missed for the world.

Charles didn't make it then?

No.

No he didn't.

I must say, I thought he was looking rather frail.

Well, then, enjoy yourself.

We will, sir.

Did you see that?

Shouldn't have turned him down, should you?

[laughter]

[jazz music]

But why do we do it to ourselves?

It pays the mortgage?

It's not worth it though, is it?

Charlie gets shot, and I get screwed

around by that pompous prat.

You just get dumped on. - I know.

I know.

I take work home with me every single night.

I can't sleep anymore.

The phone never stops.

Oh.

I don't think I should drink anymore.

It's the tonic that does the damage, you know?

[inaudible]

Doug, I do not--

Lucy, listen, just this once, all right,

you'll do what you're told.

[clears throat and spits]

I think there's some food in the fridge.

Yeah, I found it.

A very old bit of cheese.

Well how about that, eh?

[laughter]

DI KERSEY: Come along.

Oh, God.

There you are.

Bet you don't get this kind of treatment from those

landladies you specialize in.

No, it's much better service all around, really.

How's, um, what's her name?

Who?

Um, has a farm.

Janet?

Janet.

Nah, it's nothing serious.

And why not?

Could get serious, though, I suppose.

I don't really do anything about it though.

Well, you should, because people just slip away.

That's right.

How's-- what's his name?

Angus? How's that going?

We got back together for a couple of weeks,

but it didn't really work out.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't seem to be to hang on to anyone

for longer than a minute.

Hmm.

They all say I put the job first.

Well, you do.

I can't help it.

Do you know?

Sometimes, I get this terrible urge--

Yeah?

To chuck it all in.

Do something completely different.

Uh-huh.

[thunder storm]

I used to think what it would be like, being here.

Did you?

It was a fantasy, I suppose.

Thought it'd be more state-of-the-art though.

You know, black and white everywhere.

Glass tables.

Very nice, though.

It's very nice.

It's crazy.

You know what I felt for you.

It's just not that simple anymore, is it?

It's like-- it's like waiting for a London bus.

You wait for six hours for one to come along,

and two come at once.

The thing is I still--

I still--

DS ROBINS: Sir, Ken Robins. I'm up by the Devil's Gate.

We've got a blue mini.

Registration Bravo, Romeo, Lima, 574 Kilo.

Yes, sir.

It looks like a suicide.

Yes, sir.

I think I know who it is.

Chap by the name of Moyle.

OK, sir.

Will do.

Doug.

Well, it is an apt place for a suicide, isn't it?

Mr. Moyle obviously thought so.

You know the story about the devil and the farmer.

His wife's part in it was an interesting variant

on the Orpheus legend.

I didn't know you were such an expert.

It was a fascinating subject.

Best not to brood on it.

Late night was it, Doug?

[sea gulls calling]

Sophie!

Well, I've read his GP's notes now.

There's some support for a suicide theory.

He had a bad drug problem a few years ago,

which he finally managed to kick,

and he was subject to bouts of depression.

But?

Well, he's the wrong color for a start.

In carbon monoxide poisoning, the victim

is always bright cherry red.

Mr. Moyle is much too pale, which means he was already dead

when he was exposed to the gas, so none of it

went into his bloodstream.

So what was the cause of death then?

Well, he was almost certainly strangled,

possibly sometime last night.

There's a bruise here on his shoulder and a bone

broken down here in his neck.

It wouldn't have taken much strength.

So, it looks as if you have a murder

hunt on your hands down there.

Anyone in mind?

You got any news?

I need to talk to you, Mike.

Just come in.

Not here.

We need to know exactly where you were last night, Mike.

Doug, I was at home, waiting, in case

there was any news of Sophie.

Were you on your own?

Yeah, I was, yeah.

Well, you know, until she came by--

Jenny Prin.

You know, she runs the evening class.

When was this?

7:00-- 7:30.

Why did she come by?

Oh, she said was worried about me.

Brought me some soup.

Well, she's that sort, you know.

She likes to help out.

You know her well?

No, I don't.

You know, I've spoken to her when

I picked Sophie up from class.

I might have thought her a busybody once,

but not last night thought.

Kept the demons at bay.

When did she leave?

Late.

Lost track of time.

Well, you can check with her can't you?

Have you heard David Moyle's dead?

Yeah.

Committed suicide, didn't he?

Did you know him?

No, I didn't know him.

Did Sophie ever mention him?

Why should she?

Was it Moyle who attacked her?

Was that why he killed himself?

David Moyle was murdered, Mike.

Well, I thought--

We're treating it as a suspicious death.

Right.

What?

And you think I might have done it, don't you?

Obviously you do.

I wouldn't be here otherwise.

Look Mike, we have to explore every avenue possible.

Well, it's just taking too long!

I swear I don't know nothing, about Moyle.

I promise you.

Please.

Please find Sophie.

You know, before anything else happens.

HELEN (OH PHONE): Charles.

Helen?

HELEN (ON PHONE): Turned it off, didn't you?

I just got on a bus.

I need some air.

I'm over on Doug's patch.

HELEN (ON PHONE): Charlie, it's not you, OK?

Charlie, are you all right?

[dialling cellphone]

[phone ringing]

DCI LANE (ON PHONE): DCI Lane.

(WHISPERING) Lucy?

DCI LANE (ON PHONE): Doug?

We tried to get hold of you.

Your mobile's out of range, and you

left your phone off the hook!

Sh! (WHISPERING) No I didn't.

Someone else did.

I've got a visitor.

[celtic music]

BAND MEMBER: Come on, Mike!

Are you in this band, or what?

Doug, somebody just walked into your home.

It's time you started taking care of yourself.

I know.

Listen, um, Charlie called me.

He'd been trying to get a hold of you last night, too.

What about?

He reckons he's saw Sophie.

What?

He thought he might be hallucinating,

but, um, while you haven't found a body,

there's always a possibility she's still alive.

She'd need help to disappear so completely, wouldn't she?

Ma'am. Sorry to interrupt.

Go ahead.

We just had a call from the lab.

They've got a match on the prints

they found on your phone, sir.

Oh, good.

They belong to Mrs. Cattran.

Mike.

I need to chat with you.

Let's [inaudible] eh?

What is it, Doug?

What's up?

We think Sophie is alive.

Someone's seen her?

Well, no.

We found her fingerprints.

Fingerprints?

What are you talking about?

I understand this as little as you do, Mike.

But someone paid a visit to my house last night.

SOCO took prints, and they match with those taken

from Sophie's shoulder bag.

Why would she visit your place?

Don't know.

Has she done anything like this before?

What?

Gone off like this.

Has she done it before?

Mike, the only way we're going to find Sophie

is if you tell us everything.

You understand?

Sh-- She did go off.

But it was a long time ago.

Why didn't you tell us, eh?

Well, I don't know.

I was frightened, I expect.

But it was nothing like this though, you know?

She just had a blackout.

That's all.

She weren't herself.

She couldn't remember anything afterwards.

How long did it last?

A few days.

Well, so it was like this, then.

No!

She just went off on her own, that's all.

When was this?

Before we came here, you know.

We wanted to put it all behind us.

That's what the house was about-- getting

away from it all.

What happened when she went away?

What happened-- what happened when she went away, Mike?

She attacked someone.

She thought he was following her.

Everything got muddled in her head.

She couldn't remember anything afterwards.

Go on.

She tried to kill someone.

She put her hands around his neck.

Look, I just couldn't believe that about Moyle.

I mean, she couldn't do that, could she?

Why weren't charges brought the last time?

The person involved was a friend, you know.

He-- He didn't want to cause no trouble.

He knew she was ill.

Did she get treatment?

We put her on tablets, yeah.

Only thing is, you know, sh--

she hasn't been taking them of late.

I-- I know I should have told you before,

but I only found out when I-- when I checked the medicine

cabinet after she'd gone.

We've got to find her, Mike.

It's all right, Soph.

It's all right.

You left the phone off the hook.

Why is that?

I couldn't stand the ringing.

You came here last night, as well, didn't you?

How did you know?

Doug said, you know.

He found your fingerprints.

That's why I came back, you know, in case you'd come back.

Why here, Sophie?

I mean, why Doug's place?

It's so warm.

How'd you get in?

Well, you still had a key from when you did that work.

Yeah.

I felt safe.

I think you had better sit down, don't you?

Eh?

[sea gulls calling]

I brought you your medication.

I don't want it.

You should, you know?

Soph, I've got a confession to make.

I spoke to Doug, today.

I told him you'd not been well recently.

You'd not been yourself, and that you'd

tried to run away before, and--

and I told him you tried to kill someone.

Why'd you do that?

I don't know.

Maybe for the hell of it.

Or maybe I had some half-cocked idea that'd them off the scent.

Either way, I don't honestly know.

But it was a betrayal of trust, Soph, you know.

And before we go any further, I want you to say you forgive me.

Please Soph?

Please?

Say it.

You're hurting me!

Soph, nothing in my life is more important than you.

Without you there beside me sharing it,

then nothing has any value.

You hold my life together, Sophie!

You're my life!

Without you I'm in this terrible darkness!

Something's happened, isn't it?

Mike?

What have you done?

Moyle didn't kill himself, whatever the police think.

It was me. - Oh!

Soph!

I couldn't bear the thought of him touching you!

Doing the things I've done.

Being where I've been.

It just made me want to rip out his eyes and his tongue!

Oh, God!

Mike!

Soph!

That's how strong love is.

He only helped me, Mike!

That's all.

He was packing a bag when I found him!

He was running away with you!

He was driving me to Truro, that's all!

I wasn't away with him.

I was trying to get away from you,

and this stifling, suffocating love!

This isn't an emotion, Mike!

It's a bloody sickness!

He's dead now anyway!

And you know the police aren't stupid.

Eventually, they'll put two and two together.

And I-- I love you far too much, Soph.

Far too much to let you run free,

while I'm locked away inside.

Oh, God.

No. Oh, God!

Help! Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Somebody, please stop--

No! Somebody!

No!

No!

No!

No!

[glass shattering]

No! No!

Help me!

Don't do this!

Please, don't do this!

No! [sophie crying]

Trust me.

It's all right.

You're safe now.

You're safe.

Safe as you've always been.

[sophie calms down]

[phone ringing]

[dialing cellphone]

[busy signal]

My visitor's there again.

Need back up?

I'll let you know.

This is Jenny Prin, ma'am.

Mrs. Prin.

If there's anything I can do.

DCI Lane.

Would you mind coming this way? JENNY PRIN: Yes, certainly.

Certainly.

Soph?

Sophie, we can walk the rest, eh?

Where am I?

[inaudibly calls for help]

Got it, Soph.

Come on.

Excuse me.

But you couldn't happen to tell us if this path

on to Polkerris?

We've rather unexpectedly come to the end of our map!

You-- You just keep going there.

Thank you very much.

Sorry to have troubled you.

[sea gulls calling]

Sean?

Yeah, I've got to speak with Lucy, please?

OK.

Um, is Robins around?

Is he a jealous man, do you think?

Possessive?

Possibly.

Mrs. Prin, when you went to see Mr. Cattran that night,

did you happen to mention David Moyle?

I might have done.

And did you say that you thought

he might have something to do with his wife's disappearance?

You told us about her being taken with him.

Well, I did say something, yes.

I was only trying to help. - Of course.

[knocking] - I felt so sorry for him.

POLICEMAN: Mr. Kersey on the line for you, sir.

I just said that you were making progress.

You know, talking to someone.

You definitely mentioned David Moyle.

I was clutching at straws trying to comfort him.

He was in a terrible state.

Oh, I hope I didn't speak out of turn.

No, no.

It's Doug Kersey, ma'am.

He thinks Mrs. Cattran has been abducted, maybe worse,

and he wants SOCOs up to his flat, full-scale area search.

And he suggests we get up to Mike

Cattran's cottage immediately. - Right.

Let's go.

Hey!

What the hell are you doing?

You nearly had me over the cliff!

It's John Koons, ma'am. Used to own the place.

OK. Go!

You ought to be more careful, driving like that!

No! No!

No.

It's-- It's all right.

I've been up the house.

Oh, yes?

Nobody there.

Door's open.

You ought to be grateful, I'm here keep an eye on the place.

You go there a lot, do you?

Well, I still feel that it's mine.

They don't like it, mind.

But I seen some things!

What sort of things?

Once she had a "fall" awhile back.

Hurt her face.

It was all battered and bruised.

I said, you ought to see a doctor.

I knew she was lying, of course.

What do you mean?

Well, he done it to her hadn't he?

And I heard her crying and shrieking and all.

Why didn't you report this?

Well, what goes on behind closed doors,

that's nobody's business.

There are exceptions to the rule, Mr. Koons.

Had it coming I expect!

No sign of them, ma'am--

Try Doug again.

We've got to find Cattran.

Do you remember that story you read

me, Soph, about this place?

When the devil took the father, and his wife went

down to Hell to get him back?

And the devil, he let her take him,

but only if she didn't turn to look

at him on the journey home?

Do you remember?

When the farmer got to the Gateway,

how he slipped and he fell back.

And his wife, she looked round, and was turned into stone?

Remember?

And ever after, the standing stone

is called the faithful wife.

OK, sir.

On our way.

A couple of walkers just sighted Mr. Cattran and his wife

by the Devil's Gateway.

Mr. Kersey says he's going to meet us there.

I crushed them up for you.

They're big ol' things, aren't they?

Hard to swallow.

That's the last of them, now.

[sophie mutters incoherently]

Well, you know you're not yourself without them, eh?

Go!

That way!

You're going to make it it look like suicide, too?

Trust me, Sophie.

Come on, I've always known what's best for you.

Trust me.

That's a good girl.

You-- You bitch!

Bitch!

[sophie cries out]

Mike!

ECHO: Mike!

Mike!

ECHO: Mike!

That's enough, now let her go!

ECHO: Let her go!

SOPHIE: It's over, Mike.

You can't hurt me anymore.

It's finished!

Help me!

Oh.

Ah!

It's my fault!

It's my fault!

It's all right!

I should have left him years-- years--

[sophie crying hysterically] - It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Come on.

[celtic music]

Doug?

What do you remember about the other night?

The night you took me home?

What do I remember?

Nothing really.

Not at all.

[theme music playing]