All language subtitles for 2Wolfe s01e022.eng

♪ There's a world outside my door

♪ I don't know it anymore

♪ I'm gonna stay here now

♪ Take a breath and say a prayer

♪ Find the strength in my despair

♪ It's not gonna take me down

♪ I can see clearly now

♪ The rain has gone

♪ I accept all the things
that I cannot change

♪ It's gonna be a bright,

♪ Bright sunshiny day ♪

Job-lot, eBay.

Whose bright idea was this?

You do know the correlation between
repetitive head injuries and

early onset dementia?

That's what training's for.

Here.

No, they'll fix it upstairs.

If it's not done right, I could
break anything. Again, training.

Couldn't you have found a
passion for chess?

The Chess society are
riddled with crabs.

Oh be serious, Flick.

Oh I am. Stuff they do with
their rooks is pure filth.

It's public domain.

Nobody ran boxing past me.

You should just think yourself lucky
that she let me invite you tonight.

You do not need your Mum's
permission to see me!

No, I just need Maggy to
squeeze me into your 'slots'.

Look, Maggy doesn't talk
to you like that.

Nope. But that's what it
always sounds like.

Which is why you need
to be nice to Jeff.

Jeff?!

If I ran every hobby past you Pops,
you'd die on your feet.

His company put shedloads of
money into places like this.

He's here, right?

Don't make it weird.

Dad, this is Jeff.

He suggested boxing as a way for
me to embrace female rage.

Whoa! 'Rage' and 'female'
are her words.

My quote's 'Blowing the cobwebs out.'

Which is great for 99 percent
of people, don't you think?

Anyway, good to finally meet you,
Wolfe.

I've heard tons about you.

Now I know why Flick's right hook's
so impressive.

Excuse me.

- Maggy?
- 'I don't know why I'm here-'

- Yeah.
- 'But I'm here.'

No, no, of course.

Hey, Maggy's outside.

Um, I'm on my way down. Now, yeah.

There'd be more chance of us
spending time together

if I turned up on a slab at this rate.

Well, you got talked into the
right hobby

for speeding the chances of that up.

This is important to her.

Oh give him a break, work's work.
We know what he does.

They're taping it anyway,
so we can email you a copy.

Fuck off!

Wolfe!

What's the emergency?

Val invited a date.

Jeff's not a 'date'.

Seriously, if that's
the only reason you called me out,

I'm taking you back.
I will not watch the daughter

that almost died, take impact
injuries to the head

because some over-athletic gimp thinks

she's got fucking cobwebs at her age!

And nobody asked me.

There we go!

- Where are the others?
- Round at Dot's.

Well, that's where we're off.

What the hell is that?

There's no movement,
so it's not a silent rave.

Pull over.

But not on the bridge.

Wolfe! Has it been dumped?

No! There might be someone in it.

- Get the services Maggy!
- I'm on it.

It's Maggy Chan from Forensics.
Hang on let me catch my breath.

We're at an RTC,
it's a car off a bridge.

- Maggy -
- I'll send you the exact location.

We'll need USAR, paramedics,
and don’t hate me... Divers.

Look - the driver's out. Footprints.

Hey, "We don't risk a
life to save a life".

- It's your own echo, Boss.
- Look! See if anyone else needs help.

Wolfe, I can smell fuel.

Yeah, I can see it, it's all shifting
away from the engine. Just go!

Travel well.

Listen,

I know it seems indecent,

to be asking this soon,
but I badly need your help.

To find out what piece of shit left
you here to die on your own.

'Maggy?'

Services are en-route.

'We've got a deceased female
in the passenger seat.'

'Teenager, early twenties.'

'What're we seeing over there?'

We've got footprints but only
down to the river,

'but they're erratic.
I'm not seeing blood..

Meaning dogs?

Well, they're swerving away from the
water, back under the bridge.

Olivia!

Stay back!

Way back, please! Look,
there's nothing to see here, folks.

That's our car.

Joseph, that's our...

Oh my God. Oh, my God. Olivia!

- Emergency's are on their way.
- Did she call you here?

Missed curfew. Three hours.

We tracked her phone.

We don't know how safe the
vehicle is, please, please...

Claudia,

she got out.

She's out!

The prints lead us away from
the water, thank God.

Can you give me a photo of her to
share with the main services?

- What's he do?
- I'm Professor Kinteh.

We're forensic
workers from the university.

We happened to be first on the scene.

All highway patrols
should have her picture, Sir.

Joseph!

Olivia!

Olivia!

Olivia!

Olivia!

If you can hear me, just yell!

Olivia!

Olivia!

If you can't yell,

use your phone!

At what time did you
report the incident?

Uh, it was, uh-

It was 8:15pm when you phoned it in,

9pm by the time we arrived.

With 45 minutes for you to dive in
to collect forensic evidence,

while speaking directly to the
victim's family, before-

I collected time-sensitive samples,
only once I knew it was a fatality.

What citizen wouldn't?

The rest of us, you mad fuck!

You could've blown yourself to shit
when the vehicle went up.

Hey. "If you can smell that,
blame a teacher."

I'm still here.

Olivia's parents are accusing you
of causing the explosion.

That's just the grief speaking.

C'mon, Betsy, what else was -

how could I have done it differently?

Are we close to finding the
identity of the missing driver?

OK. Yes. From the footprints
that Maggy found -

We have size eight. New Balance 452.

Well worn, the tread was quite bare

which happen to match these

from Olivia Turner's social media
postings last night.

So just to confirm the two
girls Olivia Turner and Ella Squires

one 17, the other nearly 18, but
y'know, both 17 for the record

were together before the crash.

Prints on the steering match Ella on
IDENT 1. Previous for shoplifting.

We tracked her phone,
last location was the crash site.

We scoured the crime scene
and no sign of it.

Could be off. Or broke.

She could have it with her,
but if it is,

the battery's been removed,

which wouldn't be an accident.

Police have checked Ella's home and
college and are talking to friends.

Parents aren't around.
She lives with her sister.

Currently no sign of her.

You wouldn't run if you weren't
guilty of something, would you?

We don't jump to conclusions here.

I'm just opening my mind
to all scenarios.

Yeah,

but there's a difference between
hypothesis and catastrophising.

For the record.

All I meant was, catastrophising can
split your focus

when primary should be cold,
hard evidence.

It's not off the cards,
but it's not for here.

Well done team.

Cassie. Thanks for allowing us back.

This is my colleague Wolfe.

Tea, milk and I went for plain
biscuits instead of choccie.

Less mess.

There'll be quite a lot of intrusion
in your house over the next few days.

You shouldn't be out of pocket.

Whether you think you can or you
think you can't,

you're right.

That for me?

Are you gonna be much longer?

DCI Chambers run out of
asking the same questions?

Hey, I wouldn't cross her
if she were my boss.

Neither would I, but I'm my own boss.

Officer of the crown,
totally impartial.

We're not police.

Not as nice as Olivia's place.

I haven't been.

Why?

Nobody's looking for Olivia.

If you'd asked me two years
ago where she'd be.

With who.

I'd have a list,

I coulda told you everything,

'cos there wasn't, being honest

that much to know.

I wouldn't just have numbers,

I'd have their parents' numbers.

- Now, I'm totally frozen out.
- Hey, Cassie...

It's hard enough being a parent
when you actually are one.

How's anybody supposed
to keep 'em safe?

You'da still been working all that
out for yourself

when you had to take Ella on?

Ella's a good driver.

I've got a garage off the high street,

she'd been helping out for years.

The only reason El would've
been driving Liv's car,

is if Liv
was too pissed to drive herself.

And if Liv was pissed,

it's bang-on our Ella was too.

'The cause of death is-'

cranial blunt force injury.

Was the airbag disabled?

Neither Olivia or Ella had
their seatbelts on,

so the airbags didn't go off.

Ella got lucky.

Even if she was wearing her belt
or had hit the bag,

the branch ruptured
her abdominal aorta.

She'd have bled-out, sharpish.

If Maggy's scribbling everything
down, what's the point in a report?

Your reports are great, Maxine,
we've no complaints.

It's just, headlines would be
great for the time we've got.

Except, personally, I love detail.

I only include detail
that's applicable.

Received.

It's the 50 Shades of Dead
I could do without.

I enjoy them.

Brings a pizazz to a morbid read.

Blood work's back.

No traces of alcohol or drugs
in her system.

Are you sure?

No, I'm guessing wildly in
the hope of recognition.

We bow to your diligence, Maxine.

What time can we expect
the full report?

You'll get it when I press send.

Thanks Max,

always a pleasure.

The brake lines have
been tampered with.

That's why there were no skid
marks on the road,

not because Ella was too intoxicated
to break but because she couldn't.

Let's look into everywhere
this car has been.

Anyone that's come
into contact with it.

We need to find Ella,

guilty or not, she's scared.

They leave college just before five
and head straight to the chippy.

Traffic cameras see them heading
towards the Peak District

but lose them at seven when they
head down lesser used country roads.

Photos on Olivia’s phone put them
in the woods for a couple of hours

There’s no-one else in those pictures.

No phone calls or messages are sent.

And there’s nothing more
until the crash at nine.

Having trouble locating this spot,

the soil samples on the tyres
are all scorched.

Check the shoes. I managed to pull
them off while I was in there.

But if these girls have enemies,
I want to know who.

Trawl their social media comments
for dodgy mates, pervy teachers.

We need to find this cave.

Who says that entomology isn't sexy?

Most can't even spell it.

Good job we got to you before
you were chargrilled.

Steve, I get kids being
fascinated with bugs.

What stuck?

Yeah it's simple really.

The soil on the shoes had traces
of the chestnut gall wasp.

An hour of cross-referencing
Chestnut trees

with a list of known caves
in the area and voila.

Here you go.

Break fluid.

Secure the area.
Whoever cut the breaks,

their DNA is here.

Somewhere.

Oh, Boss?

Boss?

Ambulance now.

She's here!

I need help.

Stare much?

Um.

Yeah sorry, it's just,

blood makes me feel a bit,

- you know.
- Wrong job, mate.

Yes, well not other people's,
obviously.

Brave boy.

You ready for this?

Well that depends.
Are you gonna be gentle?

- Ready?
- Mm-hmm.

Jesus.

Ahh, look how good that looks.

Wolfe's gonna be buzzing.

No chance mate.

I wouldn't.

It would be, uh,

proper unprofessional.

That's which makes it... her...

all the more alluring.

It's nice to have a pretty face
to look at for a change.

Oi.

Oh, no you're beautiful.

Just a bit too much dick for me.

Ditto.

This correlates with Ella's injuries.

But the other DNA
isn't a match for Liv.

Station called - Ella's awake.

Betsy said you can sit in
on the interview

if you keep your trap shut.

Great.

- I'll fetch the car.
- Nope.

You've offended enough people today.

Stay here and fix Ella's phone.

Dominique, would you do the honours?

She's only been awake a few hours.

Keep this brief. Yeah?

- Was Olivia in pain?
- Ella -

Olivia died instantly. She wouldn't
have known what had happened.

I'm really, really, sorry.
It was my fault.

Don't say that.
Cross that out your notes.

She takes it back.
She did nothing wrong.

It's ok Cassie. Ella, your blood
work shows that you were sober.

But I was driving. It was my fault.

No. It was the fault of the person
who cut the breaks.

I need some air.

Who did you fight with
yesterday at the cave, Ella?

- Before the crash?
- Nobody.

Somebody tried to kill you.

With your help and your honesty,

DCI Chambers here can put this
person in prison for years.

How long's the sentence, like,

you know for... for what happened?

Premeditated murder
carries a long term.

Come on. Who gave you the makeover?

Mackenzie Drayton.

We go college together.

Can you tell us how you got those
injuries, MacKenzie?

Hold on. Hold on.

No offence, but in this climate,

can you say your names clearly
for the video?

Am I a suspect?

You're a person of interest.

That's your loophole for harassment?

We can do this at the station with a
lawyer present if you'd rather.

Don't need to make such a
big deal about it.

Ask your questions then.

This was self-defence.

Were you friends with Ella and Olivia?

With Liv. Before she became
'besties' with Ella.

How did you feel
about their friendship?

I don't like Ella.

She's a yes person.
And yes people are fake.

Or maybe she was lonely
and wanted to be affable.

Dunno,

don't care.

She turned up and Liv wanted
nothing more to do with me

and that felt like a kick in the tits.

So you were angry with Ella?

I didn't get these bruises
by being affable.

You know it's pretty screwed up
that Ella wants to press charges

about our scrap when
our friend just died.

She doesn't. These questions are in
relation to Olivia's death.

But it was an accident.

No.

It wasn't.

I think it's best to continue
this at the station.

With a lawyer.

I've not done anything wrong!

Hello.

Where are you?

I'm sorry.
Her Mum wasn't answering and-

Flick? Flick?

Flick? Can you hear me?

What's she taken?

Prosecco and a few cigs.
It's no big deal.

Hello daddy. D'you wanna blow-

The carbon dioxide in bubbly will
just make the hangover worse.

You're better off sticking to
spirits. Or a bottle of red.

You gonna give me the
"special cuddle" talk next?

Which type of lube has got the least
amount of toxic chemicals in?

That's probably a conversation to
have with Mum.

Or a verified NHS website.
This isn't a big deal.

You were passed out.

I was having a party nap and
a tactical puke-

You're being reckless and
disobedient. And attention seeking.

I guess I learnt that from you then.

Anyway, all my mates drink.

All your mates
started drinking years back.

They've built tolerance.

And it's not just about the
boozing. What's boxing all about?

It's tantamount to self-harm,
and you're beautiful.

I can't stomach watching.

That's why you left?

Figures.

I thought chemo was the
worst part of Leukaemia.

But your parents treating you
like a china doll

for the rest of
your life just about trumps it.

Dad,

if you're gonna start crying
every time I talk about cancer

we're gonna run out
of meaningful topics.

I'm gonna get pissed.

I'm gonna smoke weed.

I'm gonna take E and dance all night.

I'm gonna do all of those things
'coz they're what

I was dreaming of doing
when I was stuck in hospital

having to read
Jacqueline fucking Wilson.

You said you'd ring
when you were on your way.

OK,

we are gonna save
all the big words for tomorrow.

I'm officially your worst hangover.

Upstairs.

Shower.

I'll bring water.

Fair do's to Flick, she had tried
ringing but you weren't picking up.

Well I'm sorry
you had to be the one, Wolfe,

but thanks for being there.

I'll make her grateful.

I'm covered in bile and oestrogen.
May I...?

Oh.

Hiya, Wolfe.

I, er...

legacy of my Dad's as a tuner.

I promised Val, seeing as it's a
present, I'd help her set it up.

Not many tuners I know
can play like that.

I did eight months at the
Royal Northern College of Music.

They turfed you out with
talent like that?

If only for the effort,
mate you were robbed.

And can I please apologise
for telling you to fuck off?

They turfed me out for starting a
copyright clearance agency

on their time and property.

It was never massive,

- but it's still running.
- Mmm.

Can I get you a drink?

Just a small one?

It's not one of Val's stash,
I brought it with me.

I have to work.

Thanks for bringing her home.

Did you put her in the
recovery position?

No, I strung her up by the feet
watching a stomach pump playlist.

Actually, Jeff,

now that it's up to scratch,
I wouldn't mind christening it.

You don't play.

Having time away from Val taught me
three new things:

Russian, or what I thought
was Russian, Mandarin,

and keyboards.

Hats off to you.

Oh, woah, woah, woah -

Fuck, sorry, sorry, man.

Well, it's alright,

it's not blood!

And I'm way past the
driving limit anyway.

Wolfe!

We will be taking her phone
off her for a week.

Something big, but probably not that.

She'd drive me up the wall.

You need to see how old she got
behind our backs, Wolfe.

She just made a point
of making me feel really lonely,

which makes her sound about fifty,

but I didn't have the guts
to crack that joke.

You're frozen.

- Yeah, I'll get back in.
- No, no, no.

Here!

Since we're both agreed that neither
of us wants her turning into me.

For God's sake,

we're staring the answer in the face.
You invite me back...

Wolfe, we are not...
No, you need to listen.

We are not doing this.

I need to get at my keys.

If I move back in...

No, you need to listen, we both do.

I move back in, she has nowhere to
go with the attitude

because I will totally upstage her.

What if she upstages you,

and I'm stuck between
two head the balls.

Think again, Wolfe. A lot.

Go home.

Have you ever seen anybody shrink so
much when they take their shoes off?

I mean, built up heels.

Seriously?

♪ Twinkle twinkle little star ♪

You haven't clocked off?

I'm just retesting
some spatter methodology.

While we love results,
they're less precious on fatigue.

That was too close.

You're telling me!

Come on!

We have to tell Wolfe.

Seriously, Steve? At my expense?

Yours?

Look, I get that you and Dot
and Maggy have this

co-dependent family vibe
cooking with Wolfe.

It's cute.

But I came in
on the back of you, Steve.

What does that make us look like?

'Professor Kinteh!'

'There's a fire!'

Why haven't the alarms gone off?
I can't smell anything?

Why aren't you answering?

My apologies, Mr Turner.

Have you seen
what she looks like, now?

No.

Us neither. We're not allowed.

Because you destroyed my evidence.

You went down there,

and fucked around with that car

because you couldn't resist it,
didn't you?

If you'd hadn't gone near,

there might've been a shred...

..of identification.

No, no, "It's not really her
anymore, Mr Turner, not really."

Joseph.

I'm guessing you wouldn't have turned
up here today without a weapon, yeh?

Save your strength. Let me help you.

I, er,

put the phone up to her mouth,

for a count of 120.

There was no respiration, Joseph.

She suffered catastrophic
injuries on impact.

After eighteen months, everything
just started going well.

Better.

What was the turbulence before that?

She went down a hole.

She was being treated for depression.

I'm not ashamed of going private.

We'd nowhere else to turn.

And it wasn't us forcing her
onto tablets and shit.

She wanted help by then.

Eventually,
eventually, it started working.

Her lights came back on.

Joseph,

if Olivia was taking antidepressants
in the last three months,

we'd have found out.

We'd have known it.

Her bloods were clean
of prescription meds.

I'm so sorry.

Off their meds,
off their heads, is it?

- You OK?
- No.

What if they'd meant to
go off that bridge.

Olivia stopped taking her
anti-depressants

and we can't link Mackenzie
to the car, not by a shred.

But Ella, with her experience
working at her sister's garage,

she'd have known exactly
how to mess with break lines.

How long have you been
thinking like this?

Olivia and Ella made a video.

Wait, look at the next one first.

'Cassie,

it's still me.'

'Liv's dead.'

'She's dead!'

'I'm really scared about being here.'

'Cassie, I...

I don't want to be here!'

Get Betsy to meet me at the hospital.

I hope you're enjoying the view
for the right reasons?

I'd really love it if you'd just
shift it back a bit, Ella.

OK.

Here goes!

Stay past that.

Spent a lot of time on this roof.

Never let my daughter
this close to the edge, though.

Who was the patient?

She was.

Flick.

For a long, long time.

With leukaemia.

What happened to her?

She's fifteen now, thank God.

I had a psychotic episode.

Went doolally.

Spent six months in a lock-up ward,
few more three month stints.

You thought about suicide?

Oh yeah.

One time, they were all like: "Get
him off the fucking subject,

get him onto climate Change, microbes,

who cares!"

No, no, fuck off.

You're not sectioning me.

Wait, wait, wait! We've no intention!

This is just banter
and anecdotes, folks.

Give us a minute to get
to the punchlines, please?

How um...

..how long have you and Liv
been thinking about suicide?

A while.

Only decided to go through
with it yesterday?

Because...?

Because of Mackenzie?

Liv wanted to tell Mackenzie but,

she wouldn't get it.

She'd say I was the bad influence.

Even though it was Liv's idea.

She was the one who told me
to cut the brakes.

And what Liv wanted,

was that important to you?

The loneliness I felt,

before I met her...

..I never had to explain
a single thing to her.

But suicide wasn't
one of your words back then?

Trust me,

it doesn't belong to you now, either.

I read your postcard.

"Whether you think can, or
you think you can't, you're right."

Do you know whose quote that is?

General Patton, second world war.

He turned fear into determination.

Saved a lot of lives.

Actually, it was Henry Ford.

What, really?

I've repeated that
in about a dozen lectures!

However,

it's the same sentiment.

Olivia,

stopped taking
her medication suddenly,

which can be a fast track
to suicidal thoughts.

Just because she took you there,

doesn't mean it's where you belong.

Milk being adolescent.

Get access to treatment.

I can recommend the best.

Flick's pissed off with me.

So is Valerie.

That's why I've been a bit...

Don't blame your own behaviour
on anyone but yourself.

Thanks Betsy, I'm,

doing my best.

No!

You actually didn't listen
to that sentence, did you?

I'm looking for a pep talk here.

You want a distraction

from going round with your tail
between your legs

and apologising for whatever
idiotic thing you've done

or said now.

I just,

miss them so much.

I know.

But they're not going anywhere.

Unless you keep pushing them away.

Fuck cancer! And divorce!

And having a daughter who
is smarter than you.

Fuck my crazy,
overbearing, complicated,

understanding, forgiving, parents!

Um,

I'm going to delegate to
Maggy a bit more.

So we can have more Dad-Daughter time.

Don't call it that it sounds creepy.

And I'm going to be
less of a nuisance to Mum.

Even though she secretly likes it.

She doesn't.

I'm sorry me getting ill meant
you and Mum stopped working.

It's not your fault.

You can talk to me. Ok?
About anything.

Boys, booze, drugs,

body dysmorphia, Cardi B...

and I promise,

I won't judge, I'll listen.

I never want you to feel like you
have to lie to me Flick.

This is gross. You're all sweaty.

I gotta bounce, Mum's picking me up.

Seeing JJ tonight?

He's playing five-a-side.

He's got that many friends?

Dad, for my sake,
don't ruin this for Mum.

When she likes him and he makes
her laugh, she's not the opposite.

Which seriously helps me out.

Do you understand?

Thanks for the punchball.

That was so instinctive of you.

OK, tongue up for me. Next!

What's changed?

You look beautiful!

You too.

It's been a while since
you lied Dominique.

Sorry!

I've got a new job.

It's kept me pretty busy.

You know, in the lab in Manchester.

Actually, this job -
I don't know why you'd go back.

- You know, after-
- Yeah.

I was thinking about
visiting the flat.

Don't do that.

I need to go and pay my respects.

It won't bring him back.

I didn't mean to upset you, Mum.

Promise me you won't be
relying on the past,

cos there's nothing to have.

Let's put you somewhere
nice and warm, huh?

Twinkle Twinkle.