All language subtitles for Hetty.Wainthropp.Investigates.S01E04.Widdershins.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_track3_eng

BIRD CAWS

CHILDREN: # All things bright
and beautiful

# All creatures great and small

# All things wise and wonderful... #

Anything else?
Kidneys. None of your frozen.

Juicy.

I like the juice.

CHILDREN SING

CLATTER
Get out!

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

SQUEAK

RAT SQUEAKS

BELL CONTINUES TOLLING

DOOR OPENS

I just thought I'd come in.

Of course, my dear.
That's what the church is for.

Would you like a biscuit?

AHHH!

He'd never do a thing like that!

There's been a mistake made.

Glasses.

He were never a quitter.
Not Uncle Albert.

No substitution bench in his day.

He was my childhood hero -

my role model
before they thought up the term.

Readsby?
It's a village near Ackersley.

They retired there,
then Aunt Em died.

That's only 30 miles away but
we've never been to see him. No.

You've hardly ever spoken of him.
If you've a childhood hero, woman,
you want him to go on being a hero!

You don't expect him to grow old!

WE grow old, Robert.

Here.

Come and sit by me.

You've not called me "woman"
since they made you take redundancy.

HE SOBS

Oh! You daft ha'p'orth!

You can't be expected to understand.
About men's feelings.

I know, I know. I looked up to him.

The letter said
there was an inquest.

They brought it in suicide.

He'd never do a thing like that.

They must have got it wrong.

Well, you call yourself a detective.

You must investigate.

I won't rest till I know the truth.

Did he, do you suppose, leave
anything we might use for expenses?

DOORBELL

I've been chucked out. I'm homeless.

Thought you'd been
scrounging jumble.

Have you stolen something? Nothing.
Broken anything?

Not even wind, Mrs Wainthropp.
Now, then.

Never mind what he DIDN'T do.
What DID you do? Nothing!
It was what I WOULDN'T do.

Which was?

The landlady.
She was after me body!

You can't go back. He can't
stay here. Of course he can!

For a bit. He's what we need. He's
not. Till I sort myself out. Robert.

We're going to investigate
the death of Uncle Albert. Really?

I never refuse a case. We'll need
somebody to look after the house.

Oh, right. Right.

Wouldn't you rather me come
with you? I AM your assistant.

He was Robert's uncle. Oh.

House minding?
It's a big responsibility.

It IS.

His daughter's glad for you to stay.
Apparently, Mr Wainthropp,

you were his favourite nephew -
he spoke of you as a "gradely lad".

But you lost touch, apparently.

She'll have to sell the cottage.
She'll come for a last look round.

She blames herself. She's no cause.

She asked him to live with them
but he refused to leave.

He was happy here. He was
used to it. But we know how it is.

The old resist change.
They're lonely. It's easy to despair.

No. I don't hold with despair, in
young or old. I've no time for it.

Well, I'll be on my way.

Anyway...

He wasn't old.
Seventy-six, that's no age at all!

ENGINE STARTS
Did you forget something heavy?

Now, remember, we're house minders,
just like Geoffrey.

NOBODY must know I'm a detective.

I'll take the suitcase upstairs.

DOOR SHUTS

Are you taking possession?
Have I had the pleasure?

I have to know.
Name, number of persons,
relationship to the deceased.

Go upstairs. This lady must be
from the census office.
I'll talk to her in the kitchen.

Now...who are you?
Have you got biscuits in that bag?

Wait till you're offered.
Or a slice of bread and cheese?

I may lose me patience. You're not
asking the right way. Ask me name.

What's your name?

Lottie Battersby. Where d'you live?
One, Bell Cottages, Badger Lane,

Readsby. What day is it? Wednesday.

When's your birthday? August.
How old are you?

Can't remember.

There's biscuits in the bag.

Is the electricity connected,
do you know?

RUSTLING
Never mind.

Were you a close friend of Uncle
Albert's? We shared a lilac bush.

Why did he hang himself?

I've got a key.
I come and go as I like.

We should help each other
in this world.

She's eaten all our food. Says
she comes and goes as she pleases.

I asked her to come as WE pleased
but I'm not sure she took it in.

Wasn't there a bed here? DON'T!

You've got his 1949 jockstrap there!

Was it a good year for them?
Is it worth air miles?

Shin pads. His blood, shed at
Wembley, is on the underside of that.

Robert, am I permitted to sit down?

Are we going to sleep in this bed?

You don't understand. Uncle Albert
left me his football memorabilia.

I were just sorting them out.
The bed'll be free by tonight.
Oh...

They took him from school. At 17,
he played in the First Division.

Then the war caught him.
He came back to the game by '46.

He was 27,
with his great days all before him.

He must have made a bit of money,
then. You'd never think it.

In them days
you didn't make big money like now.

£20 a week top wage and you'd
no share of the transfer fees.

He only had seven years
before his knee went.

Are you saying they cast him aside
like a soiled glove?

Him and Aunt Em had enough after his
benefit season to buy the cottage.

An employer was proud to have
Albert Bradshaw working for him.

There was a pension, then?

Must have been. Why did he leave
nothing except football stuff
and the cottage?

We'd better take a good look round.

CAT MIAOWS

If that's his cat,
somebody's been feeding it!

That girl's turning the wrong way!
Every one a classic!

Oh, those were the great days!

Ginger Richardson - My Story.

No ornaments. Somebody's
been dusting. ..Five minutes.
West Ham, November 1931.

Everything's so run down!

There's scorch marks
all over this rug from coals
that fell out of the fire.

It's a first edition!
Was there a second?

Eddie Hapgood -

Football Ambassador.
Stanley Matthews, the biography.

Tom Finney... That's funny.

Tom Finney? Never made ME laugh!

This is nowt to do
with football! Show me.

There's a page dropped out.

Must have been loose.

It's not a page dropped out.
Somebody drew it and put it in.

Witches with Satan in the middle.
Was your Uncle Albert artistic?

No. He used to take
the plate round in church!

That's very interesting.

I can feel the little grey cells
beginning to stir.

There's just one question
preys on me mind.

If Loopy Lottie next door ate our
food, what have we got for supper?

Nothing? No wheatmeal, wholemeal,
rye or harvest grain?

Not even white sliced
with added rubber? No cobs?
Baps? Teacakes? Bridge rolls?

All bread has to be ordered.

So nobody ever buys on a whim
in Readsby? You don't understand
Lancashire folk. You're a foreigner.

Birmingham. It's hardly Acapulco.
What kind of a shop are you?

Corn dollies outside but no bread
inside. Corn dollies don't go stale.

My wife makes them.
The profit margin is enormous.
You don't sell any!

Try running a village shop.
See how quick YOUR savings rot!

This lady isn't conversant with
the problems of microeconomics
in a consumer-led society.

This consumer's husband is attached
to the idea of food for supper.

Our neighbour ate what we brought.
How often are the buses into town?

The next is on Tuesday.
Ask a silly question!

There's pork pies at the butcher's!

I've seen that face before somewhere.

Local paper.

Evening Record.
Not long after we got here.

Tracey...

Don't put Mary Poppins
with the horror videos!

I like to keep the categories
separate. It was a photo.

What was it about?
It'll come to me.
I never forget a face.

Oh!

SHE GRUNTS

Everything running down.

The vicar's shared
between five parishes.

Aunt Em made all these scrapbooks.

Pasted in all his matches.

His whole career.

There's a smell of death
in the village. Oh, aye?

The smell of death, Robert.

OWL HOOTS
Yes, this'll do. Circle there.

Flaming torches on spikes. We don't
want them too close to the trees.

What are we going to do
for a sacrificial stone?

There's a stone sink in the vicarage
garden, full of alpines.
We could take them out.

We need a wheelbarrow. Wheelbarrow.
The cat ran away! >

Well, it would!

That woman who came into the shop.

She's a private detective!

I knew it'd come to me!

There's no bus till Tuesday!
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

What's that noise?

Isn't it at your end?
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

Geoffrey? I think my toast's ready.
I'll have to ring you back.

You can't!
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!

DOORBELL RINGS

BELL RINGS REPEATEDLY

Oh. Hello, Mum. I'll be back.

How's he getting on?
Like a house on fire.

n
There must be somebody with a car.
Part-time taxi.

You bolt for civilisation.
Get some proper food.

It's better for me to hang on here
and ask questions. (No.)

I see.

Bad this morning?

We'll have a word with Mr Plod.

Before he sets out in his panda.

I want you to come home!
I've left home. I'm on me own now.

I've got a job of public importance.
You're still my boy!

Come home, Geoffrey. Since your
dad left, I... I can't live alone!

It's wrong to force me!
You'd better come in.

Aspects of this case puzzle me.
Why football gear?

He was going to kill himself.

He put on what he was happiest in.
ROBERT HUMS TUNELESSLY

There was a postmortem?
Always is. Was he suffering
a terminal disease? Cancer?

Douglas, where you get 'em from?
They're murder to get rid of!

No terminal diseases. For a man of
his age, he was in excellent health.

He didn't leave a note? No note was
found. You don't think it's strange?

The reasons people kill themselves
are not a subject for police enquiry.

Darlington 3, Manchester City 2...
Man United 2...

Is Mr Wainthropp all right? It's
called grieving. We all have
our own way of doing it.

# Dee-dah dee dah dah daaah dah

# There's no place like home. #

MACHINE SPINS VERY LOUDLY
Could he have been dead already
and hung up there to be found?

TURN THAT THING OFF!

I can't solve murders
when somebody's trying to launch
biological stains into orbit!

MACHINE QUIETENS
Evidence showed the drop killed him.

He took his life while the balance
of his mind was disturbed! Ha!

Nobody's mind is always balanced.
Elderly people...

What? Become forgetful?
Selfish? Easily frightened?
Revert to childhood? Spill food?

It doesn't add up to insanity!
Life's too good to throw away!

Particularly when you've managed
76 years already.

Your garden -
you've been working on it.

So did he! That's what you do
with life. Live it!
Man City 2...>

It's spitting in the face of God to
chuck in the towel before full-time.
Accrington Stanley... >

I can't remember!

POLICE RADIO CRACKLES

Just one more question.

We found a book - The Witches
of Readsby. That's this village.

Have you got witches here?
She makes it sound like mice.

Once there were witches all
over Lancashire. Old women hanged at
Pendle in 16-something. Hanged. Yes.

Now, there's not the interest. I see
Were you born here, Constable?

No. I'm from Blackburn. You're never
sent for duty in your own area.

RADIO CRACKLES
My wife.

She's local.

She's got a visitor.

Lady's bike.

You go back in. I'd like to see
who visits Loony Lottie - and why.

'And you're dear
old Albert's niece, is it?'

In-law. He was my husband's uncle.
Such a sad, unnecessary loss. >

I blame myself, Mrs Wainthropp.
Why? I should have known.
DRIPPING

I come most days
to see the old dears.

That's what
I call them - my old dears.

The village cares for those in need.

Was Uncle Albert in need?
He had his pension.

In need of company.
Concern, Mrs Wainthropp.

Someone to share.
DRIP! DRIP!

Upstairs. Quickly!

TAP POURS

Ugh! I'd rather you didn't
mention this to anyone.

Does it happen often? No, but
the old dears get so frightened.
What of?

The cottage hospital in Ackersley.
The old folks' home
in Porton-le-Dale.

Nobody ever comes back from either -
that's what they believe.
So they struggle on.

They're frightened of people
knowing they can't cope.

Taps running. Coals setting fire
to the rug. Locking themselves out.

Some of them are a little
absent-minded - Lottie especially so.

It doesn't mean senility.
One covers for them.
It's not a reason for suicide.

Indeed, no.
Anyway, Uncle Albert COULD cope.

Yes, he could.

You get about a bit in the village,
visiting your old dears and such.

The Parish Council, the flower show,
the WVS and I collect for charity.
My word!

Yes, I'm quite a busybody.

Long ago, when I dropped a hymn book,
my father would say,

"Marian, if you can't be a practical
Christian, join the Devil and
undermine his work instead."

Uncle Albert had a book on
witchcraft. You've not come across
anything like that in Readsby?

Good gracious, no. It's hard enough
to get them to come to church!

You made this yourself? It's very
good, Hannah. It's really very good.

And garlands. Lilian found some
half-price silk flowers at the Co-op
There is ivy?

Plenty. It's stink-weed
I couldn't find. I have a source.
Sacrificial knife...

Alan's got one. Sacrifice?
It'll be there.

Goat? From the organic dairy.
Not from Readsby?
Needs must when the devil drives!

LAUGHTER

Any better? Comes in gusts.

This can't go on. Aye.

I'd best go home, love.
I'm no use to you here.

We'll both go.

Witchcraft!
I'm clutching at straws!

He was a lonely old man.
He killed himself.

End of story.

You can't give up!

Childhood hero! You've no interest
in football! I did before I met you.

Are you suggesting... Hear me out.

1946-53.

Uncle Albert's great days.
I worshipped him.

1948 cup tie at Wembley.

99,000 attendance, and I were there
in the best seats with Aunt Em
and my brother Frank.

1952-53, he did his leg in
and were never right after.

53-54, his last season.

Crystal Palace at home.
They booed him.

His own fans booed him.

I'd gone to the match with me mates.

I booed with the others.

He can't have known that.

I knew.

I stayed away after.

I expect he thought
I were ashamed of him.

I were ashamed of meself.

What do you want me to do?

Put me mind at rest.

Here it is.
FA Cup presentation ceremony.

Uncle Albert got his medal
with the rest. 18-carat gold.
He let me hold it.

Oh, they were heroes in them days!
Hang on.

You what? Where's that medal now?

He kept everything!

All the memorabilia.
Boots, jockstraps, shin pads!

You said yourself, the very blood
he shed at Wembley was on the pads.

Where's that gold medal?
He must have sold it.

Why would he need money that badly?

Got it! What?

Pawn ticket!

You'll go on with the case, then?

I want Geoffrey here by tomorrow.
There's no bus till Tuesday.

He can borrow his friend's scooter.
If not, he can cycle.

30 miles! They think nothing
of that in the Tour de France!

You'll be in our own bed by tonight.
I've missed that!

Don't forget. When you reach
Ackersley, before you get the bus,
look for the three brass balls.

See you pawn that medal.

I'll phone this evening at home,
about six o'clock.

Will this make it to Ackersley
in this condition?

It always has done!

There's always
got to be a first time, though!

You're a detective.
How do you know that?

Everyone in the village
knows by now.

You can't come in, Mr Wainthropp,
without I talk to you first.

It was me that found him.

How come?

We were doing a project at school.
The village school?

Only the littleys go there. We're
at the comprehensive at Ackersley.

..When we bother to go.

What sort of project? We never
had 'em in my day. Social studies.

Care for a old person for a month,
then write a dissertation. Stupid!

You can't stop after a month.
Of course you can't.
But I expect some did.

We learned tables and the kings of
England. Probably did less damage.

I used to come round most days.
Darn his socks...

do shopping, talk about old times.

Well, he'd talk. I listened.

Miss Horner came most days too,
she said.

We never overlapped.
He didn't like her.

You're reading my book!

I lied.

It wasn't my landlady
making a pass at me.

It was my mother.
She'd found out where I was living.

She won't leave me. She's on at me
all the time to go back home.

Some parents turn their children out
I won't go back, Mr Wainthropp.

Since me dad walked out, it's...
just too heavy.

Oh.

Tell you what.
You don't have to live with her.

But you should visit. If you never
visit folk when they're alive...

you only feel bad when they die.

There's a drawing in it.

Satan. I did that.

I thought it was his.
Something he left.

Like a note.

He never left a note. They asked me.
I'd have seen it.

Why give him a book about witches?

We were talking about it.

The old religion - never died out.

Better than ours in some ways.

What ways?

Women in control.

I suppose you and me
ought to have a conflab.

PHONE RINGS
That'll be Hetty.

We can't be long.
There's somebody waiting.

Was the medal there?

Aye. He wouldn't part with it,
though.

The time's gone by.

Says he's a football aficionado.

I reckon it was the 18-carat gold.

Who brought it in?
'He can't remember.'

He wouldn't show me his records.
It's confidential. Nil desperandum.

Doing a bit of detecting?
You've nice weather for it!

He'll visit.
Promise?

It's not up to me. He's promised.

It's a proper job, Missus.

With prospects?
There's always prospects.

OWL HOOTS

Walpurgis Night!

WOMEN LAUGH

HE PANTS
Food! Mr Wainthropp sent it.

We've a lot to do, Geoffrey.

I've DONE a lot! I cycled 33 miles
with a French stick hitting my chin.

Nothing to a lad of your age.
Why didn't you borrow the scooter?
It was in use.

Brass rubbing in the Cotswolds.
Have a bite to eat. We'll set off.

I've watched two people
cross that field with an old
stone sink in a wheelbarrow.

That has to mean something.

CAR DRIVES OFF

There's been times these
past two days I could have killed
for spring onions and crusty bread!

You know there were witches
in this village? There were witches
all over Lancashire.

They confessed to congress with
Satan. They had meetings - Sabbaths.

And familiar spirits. Cats, mostly.

It's all in this book.

Mrs Wainthropp, it's ME
you send to the reference library.

Listen and you may learn something.

It's beginning to add up.
Small things.

Corn dollies sold at the store.

Girls in the street spinning
widdershins. That's anti-clockwise,
how witches spin.

A cat that's everywhere,
like a human. They take it
for granted. A church neglected.

Where's it going?

There's no doubt
the old man committed suicide.

There's no getting away from that.

But tonight is Walpurgis Night.
DOOR SLAMS

You saw the food arrive.

All right.

This is Lottie from next door.
Hello.

Cut her a piece of bread,
will you, Geoffrey?

I'll pop in in a moment, to see
you've not left the bath running.

Old ladies my age don't have baths.

Unless there's someone
to fish us out.

Then why was the...

Never mind.

Who's the Queen of England?

Wet.

Let's go round.

Have a look at this!

Looks like a hanging tree.

Shouldn't we go
and tell the police?

There are three reasons why not.

One, he won't be back
till this evening.

Two, there's religious freedom in
this country. Unless they actually
hang somebody, it's not an offence.

And three...

I'm not sure his wife
isn't one of them.

We won't take any risks.

We black our faces and hide.

We'll be back here by midnight.

Then we'll see what we see.

DRUM BEATS

DRUM BEATS AND CHANTING

CHANTING AND WILD YELLS

SCREAMS OF LAUGHTER

Have you heard the maid
that steals the bread
and hides behind the door?

Some say that Satan
is dead and buried.

Satan!
ALL YELL: Satan!

Welcome, my children, welcome!

Feast and fornicate!

ALL: Fornicate!

But first, I require due sacrifice.

ALL: Sacrifice!

CRIES OF: Sacrifice!

Let the chosen virgin come forth.

Virgin!

I may have to interfere!
You can't!

Do you give this child to me
unconditionally?
I do.

Has she been soothed with poppies?

She has.

Is she unblemished,
pure in thought, word and deed?
She is.

Sacrifice.

This must be stopped!

How?

CHILD MOANS
She's not supposed to cry!

Run back to the village. Go
straight to the policeman's house.

I'll hold them till he gets here.

CHILD CRIES
All right!

That's enough! You can stop this
at once. I won't have it!

Freedom of worship is one thing.

But you're going too far!

My advice is to make yourselves
scarce, quick as you can.

The police are on their way.

LOUD LAUGHTER

Don't you laugh at me!
LAUGHTER CONTINUES

DON'T DARE LAUGH AT ME!
LAUGHTER STOPS

I'm a qualified private detective
with an advert in the Yellow Pages.

LAUGHTER STARTS AGAIN
I've got connections!

Of course you have,
Mrs Wainthropp!

LOUD LAUGHTER CONTINUES

Cut!

Cut it there! Set up to go again
from Satan's entrance.

I don't care which comes first,
madam, an explanation or an apology.

Both are due. It's not up to me
to explain or apologise! I'm not
engaged in satanic practices!

There are no satanic practices.
No human or animal will be hurt.

This girl was terrified. She cried
because the weeds give her a rash.

Antihistamine cream
has been provided.

Don't try to soft-soap me.
I talked to Hannah.

She told me about the old religion.
Yes, she's a very intelligent girl.

Now, she will go a long way.

She studied the subject.
She wrote most of the script.

What you've blundered into
is the making of a community video,
The Witches of Readsby, in aid...

of muscular dystrophy.

If you wish to satisfy yourself,

you are welcome to stay and watch.

Don't interrupt again.

Ready when you are, Mr De Mille!

I've made some tea. Ohhh...
Just set it down, please.

Jumping to conclusions!
You've always jumped.

I was meant to be a grieving
relative, not a detective, but I
cross-examined everything in sight.

Nobody was deceived, laughing at me
behind their hands.

Even Loony Lottie next door, even...

Mrs Wainthropp?

Walk me over the wallflowers.

You what? "Old ladies don't have
baths unless there's somebody to
fish us out." And the scorch marks.

Uncle Albert could cope, she said.
Are you all right?

A fool!

A fool! I've been a fool!

Yes, Mrs Wainthropp.
Don't agree with me!

Is it too late
to talk to Lottie now?

When I came over to see you,

a Miss Horner was there,
the day the bath ran over.
Do you remember that?

Did Miss Horner go upstairs
just before I arrived?

What day is it? Saturday? Right!

Saturday today.

Thursday then.

Did Miss Horner go upstairs?

Who's the Queen of England?

I'll put it another way.

Is Miss Horner always with you
when bad things happen?

Water overflows,
the cooker's left on?

Do these things ever happen
when she's not there?

Most days she comes to see us,
Albert Bradshaw and me.

Albert first, then me.

Albert first...

Did she come
the day he hanged himself?

Did Miss Horner
come to see you that day?

And go in to see Albert first,

as she always did?

Are you taking possession?

Did you give her money, Lottie?

LOTTIE SOBS

I thought so.

How many other old dears in the
village did Miss Horner visit...

most days?

I shall need the names, Lottie.

EIGHT of them! Your old dears!
Desperate to stay in their homes!

Terrified of dying out of sight and
out of mind in the old folks' home!

But you were their friend.
Visited nearly every day.

Taught them what they must know
to keep out of the funny farm.

What day is it?
Who's the Queen of England?

Excuse me.

And when water flooded the floor,

and bottoms were burned out of pans,
and coals set fire to carpets,

you were there to cover up - these
didn't happen if you weren't there.

You're jumping to conclusions. It's
the grey cells working overtime.

I'll jump on.

You took money from your old dears,
Miss Horner.

Everyone knew you collected
for charity.

They couldn't afford much
but it added up.

More from Uncle Albert because of
his pension. Then you went too far.

His gold medal.

He daren't accuse you in public.
He thought they'd never believe him.

Lost his marbles, away with him.

He dressed in his football gear to
remind people they owed him respect.

He wrote a note and hanged himself.
You came along as you always did.

You took the note before anyone
found him, then went to Lottie.

I came here.

I came to pray.
Lottie found me here.

Admit it!

YOU prove it.

I don't have to prove it.

This is a small village.

There are no secrets.

It's a Sopwith Camel.

So what's it doing
in our spare room?

I thought it would interest Geoffrey
It does. I made it for our Derek,

when he won his swimming certificate.

You can do the breaststroke
for half a mile?

What I'm trying to say is that
you're welcome to use this room.

Till you get back on your feet.

Thank you, Mr Wainthropp.

When business improves,
we'll decide what's a fair rent.

Subtitles by Veronica Simpson
BBC Scotland, 1996