All language subtitles for RGDLs01e06.720p.web.h264

You may find this
hard to believe,

but I don't want
to make you suffer.

That would objectify
both of us.

I'm just going to nip
and get a bucket.

Everything ok, love?

You probably don't want
to chat, do you?

Mind on higher things...

I don't know
what you're so happy about.

It's going to be a kick bollock
scramble to do the girl
before they come looking.

Hun, if anyone can do it,
you can.

She's not on the list.

I don't want people
to lose sight of the point
I'm trying to make.

If I kill the girl,
it's going to look overzealous,
gratuitous.

Are you going to get that?

Oh.

Leave it.
You're more important.

Oh, let's go away tonight?

The passports are ready,
the bags are packed.

Babe, what if Caesar
never crossed the Rubicon?

You can stand there
asking "What if?" all night,
but the fact is...

...you've got a destiny.

And remember, you're not broken,

God's making stained glass.

I know what
I'm going to do to her.

Oh, don't tell me,
don't tell me.

I want to read about it
on the Internet,
when they find her!

♪ Always a fight
Keep your mind intact ♪

♪ Re-live the fire
When you're looking back ♪

♪ 'Cause it's over

♪ Yes, it's over

♪ When it's all over

♪ Life just seems a dream

♪ Yet it's so real

♪ So real

♪ When it's all over

♪ All over

No, no, no!

We'll update you when we've
searched the location, ma'am.

Received.

Local cops
are ten minutes out.

We're a half hour away.

I told her to wait for me!
No one listens!

- Step on it! Pick it up!
- I'm trying.

Hmm.

For goodness' sake...

DC Lake Edmunds was last seen
at your location,

search the premises. Over.

I'll check the basement.

Tea? Coffee? Drinky-poo?

-A cheeky little paddle up
Jacob's Creek?
-No, thank you, madam.

Oh, let me do that.
There's a knack.

Watch you don't
break your neck.

What's in here?

Thank you for your time,
Mrs. Massey.

Thick walls.

That was Vicky Tibbs from 26
asking for a mop and bleach.

The things she'll stomach
to please Kevin.

I need you to buy me some lye.

The builders' merchants
on the ring road,
it should still be open.

You always cut it too fine,
it's like you and petrol.

I'm gonna have
to unblock the drains.
There is a fatberg forming.

That's because you started
flushing bodies
out of bone idleness.

That's how they caught
Dennis Nilsen.

Don't... ever compare me
to Nilsen,

Bundy, Dahmer, perverts, scum.

It makes you sound
like an idiot.

I'm sorry, Tommy.

I'm not doing this
because it feels good.

Life is nasty,
brutish and short,

yes, and people
used to understand that.

And then some genius decides
that we all deserve to live
without fear.

And bang goes truth,

bang goes justice!

Because fear
is necessary, Joy.

What I am doing is necessary.

Yeah.

God!

Local cops say they saw
no evidence of DC Edmunds
at the property.

- That's them now. Should we...
- Keep driving.

Traitors were hanged, drawn
and quartered throughout
the "Enlightenment."

Police!

The condemned man
would be drawn,

he would have
his intestines removed
and burnt in front of him.

Help me!

- Anything?
- No one's upstairs.

The basement.

Let me have the torch.

Is there anything?

Nothing in here, ma'am.

The basement
feels too small for this house.

Now the executioner made
incisions in the tendons
around the arms and the legs,

so that when
the horses started pulling,

the limbs would come away
from the torso or "trunk."

It's a door. She's in here!

Push it,
it's spring loaded.

Edmunds?

Edmunds!

Baxter, help...

It's all right.

Hey, hey, it's okay.

Are you all right?

Are you all right?

You all right there?

You all right, madam?

"Powerlessness."

I was thinking
about the trial...

...and I realized
you weren't there.

I couldn't handle it.
You scared me,

I didn't recognize you.

For the benefit
of the tape,

I'm showing Joy Massey
11 Polaroids,

each with a handwritten date,

sent to the same P.O. box
in Palmers Green

over a period of four years.

It gave me a feeling of control.

I couldn't keep them at home
and they had to be Polaroids,

'cause Thomas used
to go through my phone.

He was jealous?

He was old-fashioned.

Some of these photos,
they're pretty nasty.

Do you have any scars?

Thomas was a prison nurse,
you know that.

Flesh wounds
were his bread and butter.

He blackmailed one
of his victims, Alyssa Airley,
by kidnapping her son, Daniel.

Daniel remembers
human remains in the car

in which he was abducted,
wounded faces.

He also remembers
smelling acetone,

which make up artists
like yourself use to remove
silicone off skin.

Are you asking me
if I faked them?

If you faked them as leverage
to get yourself out of an
abusive relationship,

I'd understand.

But if we can ID the car
in which Daniel was abducted,

that'd be a start.

I think there's a special place
in hell for women like you.

Hmm.

The patch
on Andrea Wyld's body,

it matched her skin perfectly.

I had files on all my regulars
at home.

And Thomas was an inventor.

He could turn his hand
to anything.

You sound like
you're proud of him.

I am.

But the man I loved
died last night.

She's got an alibi
for every kill.

There's no physical evidence
to suggest that Joy took part
in any of the violence.

No cameras, peepholes,
she's not a voyeur.

For the gnarly bit,
she was off in the chip shop.

Let's go with
what she said.

Not once did Joy ever deny
that her husband was the killer.

The Polaroids are proof that
Massey was violent and abusive.

And you won't
get a jury saying otherwise.

I mean, I'm sorry, but what does
a woman have to do
to be believed around here?

She's cooperated with us fully.
We can't hold her forever.

Ma'am, Thomas Massey
is a sociopath
with nothing to lose.

And his wife is our best shot
at finding him.

We've got officers
at every airport, ferry port,
train station.

It's only a matter of time.

Massey had his chance to run.
He didn't take it, nor did Rose.

Instead, Rose is seen
in possession of a firearm
trying to break into my house.

Where did he get a gun from?

Anyone that does this job
properly knows
where to find a gun.

Look, if we take Rose
off the board,

then Massey loses
his primary motivation
to punish Rose.

Then he'll have a heavy
incentive to leave the country,

and we've got
all his exits covered.

We're not going
to arrest Rose.

Rose is guilty of aiding
and abetting the murder
of Mark Hooper

and perverting
the course of justice.

He confessed
all of this to me.

Look, if this is
just about PR,

then Rose' name
is the last on that list.

If he dies, Massey wins.
How does that look?

His death might not be
the worst outcome.

Like you say, Massey's mission
would then be done.

And I'm sure
we'd pick Massey up
very quickly.

You literally
want to bury him.

You're his friend.
Hand on heart,

did you turn a blind eye
to his behavior?

No one's doubting your ability.
You're destined
for great things.

Sometimes we have
to bite our tongue.

You're the face of this case.

I need you calm and confident
on TV tonight.

Don't throw it all away,
not for Rose.

I could order some breakfast?

Bagels?

Get out.

The thing is, it's my office.

I'll give you a minute.

This is for Massey's residence
for outdoor surveillance.

Forensic is still combining
the basement for prints.

Now we do know that a woman in
her fifties is being questioned

in connection
with the Ragdoll murders.

Although, she wasn't arrested,
so she's presumably not being
seen as a suspect at this time.

How are you feeling?

Rose knows
about a mistake...

I made back in the States.

He blackmailed me.

I gave him my pass,
that's how he escaped
from custody yesterday.

Oh, for God's sake, Christ,
please tell me
this is the morphine talking.

If you want to charge me,
I get it.

But the nurse just told me
that Rose is waiting
right outside my room.

Keep him there.
Keep him talking.

Sorry I put you
in a compromising situation
last night.

Go to hell.

I found an IED
at Baxter's house.

Wait, you brought it
to a hospital?

But I disassembled it first.

I don't think it was supposed
to explode.

I got some pretty
strong visuals

from huffing
the canister.

Oh, that sounds scientific.

I think it might
be an aerosolized sedative,

the same compound Massey
used on his patches.

I mean the sensation
reminded me of...

The night he killed
Andrea Wyld?

Yeah.

Baxter's not on the list,

Massey won't want to kill her.

-If he is using
the same sedative...
-Yeah.

I think he wants
to use her as bait,

make me come after him,
so he can get to me.

What are you doing, Rose?

You're a fugitive,
you're out of options.

I got a hero's welcome
from the cop stationed outside.

I'm probably not even flagged
on the PNC.

I reckon they'll send Baxter
after me,

they think I won't make a fuss.

That's why you're here.
You knew I would call Baxter.
You wanted me to.

Keep the bomb and, um...

enjoy the grapes.

Call me.

Yeah, we found two severed heads
in Massey's basement.

You should be in bed.

Rose knew that I'd call you.
He wanted me to. I'm so sorry.

What's that?

That is an IED that Rose found
at your house this morning.

It's the same design
as the one they found the day
Eric Turner died.

Only Rose thinks it's armed
with a sedative,
not an explosive.

Massey wants you alive
to use you as bait.

Ma'am, did you find the light
in Massey's basement?

The CSIs couldn't
find anything.

Well, it's an orange light.

And he stopped what he was doing
when he saw it flashing.

Obviously his wife
was warning him
about the local cops.

Did the light stop flashing?

Yeah, after the cops left.

So you heard them leaving?

Did the light
start flashing again
when Finlay and I arrived?

It's all right to say
"I don't know."

No!

No, it didn't.
But that is proof!

Joy wasn't home when
you got there. So she couldn't
warn him about you.

Lake, there is not one
of Joy Massey's fingerprints

in the concealed section
of the basement.
Nothing, not even a hair.

-She didn't even
touch the fake wall.
-Okay, but she knew!

All right, she knew!

I was the one being tortured.

I don't understand
why nobody's listening to me!

I believe you.

But there's nothing I can do.

Rose...

You like it?

I wanted something
with a tape deck.

-Have you lost your mind?
-Cassettes are back.

Nostalgia for
the unremembered '90s.

You blackmail Edmunds,

then you scare the shit
out of her to make me
drop everything,

so that you can lure
Thomas Massey to a hospital?

-I've got everything
under control.
-Yeah?

You've got nothing
under control.
You're freewheeling,

you're making the same mistakes
all over again!

You made your deal with Massey

because you couldn't believe
that we would ever catch
Hooper without you!

Come on,
Hooper was in a tailspin.

People are gonna die
because you're on some
death or glory bullshit!

"Glory"? I'm driving
a diarrhea-colored
1993 Honda Civic...

You know that
this is gonna jeopardize
the prosecution!

Massey learnt everything
he knows about killing
inside the prison system.

He's gonna spend
the rest of his life inside,

telling anyone who'll listen
how to commit mass murder!

What happens to him after
I arrest him isn't up to me!

What's up to you is to see him
for who he'll always be.

He's a human Chernobyl wearing
five-fingered shoe gloves,
for God's sake!

You can't just
wash your hands of him!

I don't get to choose
what's right and wrong.

Look, I'm sorry
I put you in danger.

Now get somewhere safe.
I'll sort this out.

Rose, where are you going?
Where are you going?

-Rose!
-To sort this out.

Where are you going?

Get out of the car, Bax.

Tell me! What is wrong with you?
Why would you rather die
than tell me what's going on?

It killed me to lie to you.

But it felt like the only way

to stop my world
going up in flames again.

Listen to yourself,
that's your trauma talking.

You need help, Nate.

I should have listened to that.
I put my needs first.
I needed you.

Let's get Massey together.

You're not listening,
it's over.

-He killed Joel.
He killed Andrea!
-Come in with me.

Give me the keys!
Give me the gun!

Tell me those are ambulances.

-I called for backup.
They don't know the details yet.
-No!

So you didn't give me
a chance.

You didn't give me a chance!

Rose, Vanita doesn't care
if you die!

She wants you to die,

to keep your deal with Massey
out of the papers.

That's a good thing, Bax.
Don't you see?

If I kill Massey, I'll be back
at my desk on Monday.

Vanita doesn't have
to know anything.

This could still be our secret.

There is no "ours,"

there's no "us."

The truth, the truth
is the only thing
that will save you!

Damn it! Fuck!

I'm gonna kill him.

It's all I'm good for.

So give me the keys.

Give me the keys!

-I didn't want this.
-I don't care.

He's such a shark.
I can't believe
this is happening to me.

Jesus.

I knew you'd call.
Where's Baxter? Is she safe?

She gave me a ride
from the hospital.

Finlay's out of the ICU.

But that's not
why you're calling.

They let Joy Massey go.

They put her up in a motel
while the CSIs finish up
at her house.

I'll send you the address,
watch her,
see what she does next.

She's still our best shot
at catching Massey.

I've always said this was never
the work of just one man.

By the way,
you were right about the IED.
It was a sedative.

Why are you helping me?

All good with your make-up?

We had to put an email out
for someone
to replace Joy Massey.

In five, four,
three, two...

I'm joined by Detective
Inspector Emily Baxter.

Emily, are people dying due
to a lack of experience
at leadership level?

I'm sorry?

Well, have the police been
pressured into diversifying
too quickly?

As you know, this is not what
I'm here to talk about.

But don't you owe our audience
an explanation for the death
of Andrea Wyld,

or the Mayor Ray Turnbull?

Look, I know a lot of people
are frustrated with the way this
investigation has been handled.

Well, if you'll forgive me,
you sound like a politician.

I mean, do you genuinely
understand the public's anger?

Yes.

Because I too feel frustrated,
I feel angry, I feel afraid...

So it would be fair to say
that you do feel
out of your depth.

Good. You've come here to name
a second individual wanted
in connection with...

If I sounded
like a politician,

it's because I've been put
in a position where
I'm basically powerless.

You know, the explorer
Pierre Brazza,

colonized the country
my grandfather was born in.

Brazza played the same game
with each local king.

He held out two hands,

in one hand, he held a piece
of cloth and in the other,
a bullet.

He said,
"White man has two hands.

"the hand of war
and the hand of trade.

"Which hand
do you want to shake?"

I'm in a position where
I'm having to make the same,
boring, exhausting choice.

Stay silent
and remain numb

or speak out and watch
my world go up in flames.

But when the police

put protecting ourselves,
as an institution,
ahead of protecting the public,

then there's not even
a choice anymore.

Are the police
trying to repress

the name of the second
individual involved
in the Ragdoll case?

Nathan Rose

is a danger to himself
and to others.

He is a profoundly
traumatized man

who deserves the chance
to answer for his crimes.

If you see him,
do not approach him.
Call 999 instead.

Thank you.

Finally, we get
a straight answer. Thank you.

Now, British fishermen
were promised calm waters,

but a new storm is brewing
in Europe.

Okay,
we're back on, three, two...

You gotta
enjoy yourself too...

I'm just staying here
while the police investigate
my husband.

Nathan Rose is a danger
to himself and to others.

He is a profoundly
traumatized man

who deserves the chance
to answer for his crimes.

If you see him,
do not approach him,
call 999 instead.

Thank you.

If you want
to save Baxter's life...

What are you talking about?

What have you done to her?

Go there at midnight.
Go alone. No police.

Tommy doesn't want to kill her.

But when he's made
to do something
he doesn't want to do,

he does it
in a really filthy mood.

Meet me at the TV studio
where Joy Massey worked.
Come alone.

What? Rose, Baxter's missing,
no one knows where she is.

She's here.
Massey's got her.

Just come alone,
do you hear me?
No backup.

-No!
-Please.

Joy Massey told me
to come alone.

You were right about her.

He's gonna kill her,
just to mess with you.

Come alone.

Bax...

Are you okay?

Stop! Kick the gun away.

I dealt with him.

-Stabbed him with a box cutter.
-On your own? Are you hurt?

Stop! Kick the gun away.

-Come on, don't be so stu...
-Stupid?

I was never going to pull
the trigger. I... I'd never
actually hurt you.

You fucking destroyed me.

Don't say that.

Here...

Cuff yourself.

-Emily, what have you done?
-Put them on.

I'm treating you the same way
that I treated Massey.

Don't do this.

Cuff yourself to the railings.
Tie your hands behind your back.

-Please, you don't have
to do this.
-Yes, I do!

-This is the only way that
you can come back from...
-I don't want to come back.

Yes you do.
Don't say that.

If you love me,
do the right thing!

This time will you visit me?

Yeah.

Come and get me.

Let this man go,
that was the deal.

How does it feel, Nathan?

You bastard!

You know, I'm happy
that you have finally
done the right thing.

Now, I knew you wouldn't do it
to save yourself
or anyone else,

but you'd do it for her...

to atone.

Emily...

Know what one of these is?

Hmm?

Take it and this man lives.
I won't hurt him.

-What's in it?
-Paraquat. Weed killer.

I won't bore you
with the chemistry, it shouldn't
affect your decision.

Don't do it! Don't take it!

You hear that?
Rose wants him to die!

But you're nothing like Rose!

Emily, you're one
of the good cops!

The heroes we hear
so much about!

You'll do whatever it takes
to save an innocent life.

Take it!

Bax, don't do it.

Don't take it.

Bax. Emily.

You don't have to do this!

Bax.

Take it. Take it.

Bax! Bax! Bax! Emily! Bax!

Please! Jesus Christ!

You're gonna have
to control your breathing.

See, the paraquat,
it's in your lungs now,

spreading throughout
her alveoli.

Yeah, and oxygen is going
to aggressively accelerate
the blistering.

With each breath, more and more
blisters burst,

filling her lungs with fluid.

She's going to feel like
she's drowning in fire.

You see,
I wanted to recreate the effect
of drinking molten gold,

only this, this will take her
longer to die.

Now, I assume you haven't really
called for backup?

No, of course you haven't.

Because then,
you would be forced
to tell the truth.

You see,
that noise is going to be
quite distressing.

Her hearing is going
to be the last thing to go.

So, you have 40 minutes
to apologize.

I mean, how many people
get to say that
they have received

precisely the punishment
they deserve?

It won't be a punishment
if I die before she does.

You die when I say you die.

Don't do that.

Stop it!

Jesus Christ!

Emily!

Officer down!
I need an ambulance right now!

Don't put her on oxygen!
Do you understand?

She's inhaled paraquat,
it's a weed killer.
Get her on dialysis.

Shit! Wait, I left my...
My cuffs on my desk.

Here, these, use these.

The keys are in
Baxter's pocket.

Here. Here. Here.

-Stop!
-Leave him. Armed response.

No! They'll kill him!

Here. Here. Here.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

No, no, no!

This is all wrong.
What are you wearing?

You are meant
to be Mrs. Martha Evans.

Born July 13th, 1972.

-I'm not coming, Tommy.
-Yes you are. Don't be stupid.

-We are leaving on the 6:17
to Marseilles.
-I'm sorry.

We've just grown apart.

Since when?

Look at ya, hun,

your wig's all crooked.
I've tried my best
to nurture you,

but you've bottled it.

I protected you.

There is nothing in that house,
nothing, that pins it on you.

Hmm, that's me bottling it,
yeah?

I really thought you were
gonna be the one. But...

you gotta kiss a lot of frogs.

A lot of them.

How dare you
turn your back on me.

I just can't see myself
on the run.

Dyeing me hair
in train station toilets,

while everybody
back home's being like,

"Whatever happened
to the whatsit, Ragdoll,

"the murders that died
on their ass a bit?"

I don't want to fade away.

-You want to burn out?
-I want to burn and burn.

You are nobody.
You are nothing.

And no one will forget
what I have done.

I'll have to be
the judge of that.

Did you check in
with Europol?

Uh-huh.
Still no sign of Rose.

He still kids himself that
"Wo ist die techno-party?"

opens up a lot of doors
in Germany.

That's very specific.

It's from a drinking game.

I put whiskey in my coffee
this morning.

Oh.

Okay.

Sorry. I wanted to tell someone
that wasn't gonna say,
"I told you so."

I'm gonna knock it
on the head.

That's awesome.
Anything you need, ma'am.

There's one thing
I can't work out.

How did Rose know which hotel
Joy Massey was staying in?

I don't know, um...

Maybe Massey told him?
Maybe it was part of the...
whatever, the game?

Sorry, ma'am, um, there's been
a crime passionnel
down Surrey Quays.

I wouldn't even know
how to get to Surrey Quays.

I think I might have been there
one time after falling asleep
pissed on the night bus.

Edmunds, I'll ride with you.

Yeah.

Just one sec.

DS Edmunds.

It's Leo Russo.
How you doing?

Captain? I'm good. Thank you.

Look, we had a call
a couple of months ago
from a sergeant in London.

Nathan Rose?

Rose called you? What about?

Naomi Green.

Oh.

I hope Rose didn't make you
go digging.

Naomi's no longer relevant
to a case over here.

Well, look,
there's been a development.

The body in the trunk
was so decomposed...

Do you know what to do
when you get pulled out
to sea?

Do you think
the past is real?

I will die
with piece.

How is this
making you feel?

Another game?

♪ So much pain

♪ Look around

♪ We just take it as it comes

♪ We're dancing in the dark

♪ So much pain