All language subtitles for Strike - S03E02 - Episode 2 (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

( music playing )

♪ You and me ♪

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ Somehow
we made it through ♪

♪ I may be gone ♪

♪ I may be far away ♪

♪ But I walk
beside you ♪

♪ Every step
of the way ♪

♪ When you're used,
bruised ♪

♪ Black and blue ♪

♪ Don't think about it ♪

♪ Never doubt it ♪

♪ I walk beside you. ♪

- Man: Stand back,
stand back!
- ( chatter )

( reporters shouting )

( cameras clicking )

Man:
Come on!

Ekwensi:
Let's start
with the photograph.

Sent to the papers
by a concerned friend,
is that right?

Pedophile and murder suspect.

It's not a popular spot
on the Venn diagram.

Do you think the photo
is doctored?

No. Excuse me,
is this seat taken?

- No.
- Thanks.

Simple as that.

If you're trying
to make me look dodgy,

at some point
I'll look up at the same moment
you're looking at me.

The photo taken
in that split second

will make it look like
we're having a conversation.

You find the person
who took that photograph,
you'll have Kelsey's killer.

It's probably
someone she trusted.

What else?

That girl's
wearing a vest top,
so it was warm weather,

probably taken
at least five months ago,

and she's reading
a magazine.

If the papers
were sent a high-res image,
that will help you date it.

Anything else?

Kelsey's holding
a bottle of water.

Who goes to a coffee shop
to sit and drink water?

I'd skew toward saying
she came specifically
to sit next to me

rather than
to enjoy a freshly prepared
caffeinated beverage.

You seem annoyed.

Have you found the three men
I told Wardle about?

I can't discuss
that with you.

Because it's now part
of a murder investigation.

- Exactly.
- I don't care.

I'll pay the fine.

I have asthma.

Sorry.

Strike: Do we have a printout
from Donald Laing's
fundraising page?

Robin on phone:
Uh, yeah, somewhere.
Where are you?

I've just had a social
down at the station.

Right.
Do they have a lead?

Yes, me, so we'd better
get a move on.

Just coming up now.

This is the Strata Building.
Elephant and Castle.

We can use this to work out
what block he lived in.

- There's no guarantee
he's still there.
- Great.

I called Brockbank
last night.

He suggested meeting
in Shoreditch,

but then he hung up on me.

We know he has a history
of bouncing around strip clubs.

I thought that would be
a good place to start.

- Yeah.
- I think he's living
with a little girl.

Okay.

Head down
to Elephant and Castle.

If you see Laing,
keep your distance.

No working after dark,
keep on the busy routes.

Yes, I have done
countersurveillance.

If it was up to me,
you'd stay in Yorkshire
till he's caught.

He addressed
the leg to you.

He followed you.
That's the pattern
we have so far.

- I know, and I will
be careful.
- Right.

So you're
checking out Laing.

I'll look for Brockbank.

( door opens, closes )

Do you know this guy?

No, don't think so,
mate, sorry.

Have you been here
before, darling?

No.

You know what this is?

Yeah, I think so.

Stripper:
You want a dance?

A private dance with me?

I'm looking
for a friend.

I'll be your friend.

Not that kind
of friend, sadly.

Strike:
Perhaps you know
my friend.

Niall Brockbank.
He owes me some money.

Des fired him.

You're no use
as a bouncer

if you have a fit
and piss yourself.

Would anyone here
have his address?

I think he lives
with Alyssa.

She's got
the worst taste in men.

- Strike: She's one
of the dancers?
- Stripper: Mm-hmm.

Des fired her as well.

They're in
some council flat
over in Bow.

She bitches about it,

but she likes the nursery
her kids are in, so...

Could you
introduce me to Des?

Thanks for the drink,
darling,

but I reckon
you're trouble.

Normally I like trouble.

( phone buzzing,
ringing )

What is it?
What's wrong?

Robin:
Nothing. I'm fine.

I found Laing's block.

It could be one
of a hundred flats, but...

Well, make sure you're home
before sunset.

- How are the strip clubs?
- Expensive.

- ( chuckles )
- Look, put yourself
in a cab now.

- I can't--
- Cormoran, you have
to stop treating me

like I'm part
of the problem.

I'm having dinner
with my mom tonight

'round the corner from work,
so I will be perfectly safe.

Right.

Matt shouldn't
have called you.

I'm glad he did.

I'm not stopping
doing this job,

not for anyone.

Whatever you do,
you'll always have

mine and your dad's
full support,

but, Robin, I do think
it's time to make a decision.

The wedding day
is nearly here.

( sighs )

( faint chatter )

( doorbell ringing )

You seen this guy?
Donald Laing.

No.

Thank you.

- Hello?
- Hello.

Do you know this guy?

Woman: No.

Would you like to come back
to Masham for a bit?

Be a bit looked after?

No. Sorry.
( laughs )

I didn't mean it like that.
I just, um...

I worry I'd f...

I worry I'd feel
like I did before...

like I was shutting out
the world and...

I want to stay in it.

- ( door slams )
- ( lock clicks )

Is that the famous
Cormoran Strike?

Donnie Laing.

You here to see me?

I'm not on license
or anything.

I'm a private
investigator now.

Are you?

Well, what are
you here for, then?

I recently spoke
to a woman in Corby.

- Not Lorraine, was that?
- That's right.

I never hit her,
you understand?

Lesson learned
first fucking time.

Did you steal her jewelry?

You've come to find...
That was years ago.

But it had
sentimental value.

Well, tell her I'm sorry,
but her stuff's long gone.

It's the truth.

I didn't feel good
about it.

I'll pass that back to her.

What, is that it
from you?

Yeah.

Fine private investigator
you turned out!

Tracking down
old bits of tat.

( panting )

There's £500.

It could be the deposit
on renting a flat of your own,

or it could be a pair

of really beautiful
wedding shoes.

( muffled music playing )

Cormoran?

Thanks.

I, uh, came back
for some files, and you...

( sighs )

Look, I've, um...

been given some money.

Oh, it's only 500 quid,

but if we don't pay
the bills,

we won't be able
to work here anymore.

Someone's trying
to destroy me.

I think I'd make
a fairly poor prospect
for investment

under the circumstances.

You're better off
putting it on a horse.

I'm better off here.

Let me do this for us.

( sighs )

Shit!

What?

I slept through a date.

Oh.

Who's the lucky girl?

Swedish. Pretty.
Doesn't give a fuck.

Sounds perfect.

I should go to bed.

Thanks for Donald Laing,
by the way,

but it's a dead end.

Guy's even more crippled
than I am.

( opens door )

I really don't like
you being out after dark.

Take a cab.

Sure.

- Good night.
- ( door opens )

Night.

( door slams )

What's all this?

Uh, I made that Nigel Slater
salmon thing you like.

Thanks.

I ate with Mom.

How is she?

She's fine.

Good.

Look, I've got something
I need to say to you.

What I did
was unforgivable.

I was 21.

I was in so much pain.

I was incredibly lonely,
and I made a mistake.

You are the love
of my life...

and I want to marry you.

More than anything,
that's what I want.

But that's for you
to decide, so...

( ring clatters )

Matthew:
I'm asking you again.

And if you say no,
I'll accept it

and I'll leave
the flat in the morning.

( crowd cheering )

I love him, darling.

One day you'll feel
like that about somebody.

( teakettle hissing )

( door thuds )

Went for the knife.
Very good.

I'm just checking
the locks.

I can see your door
at the back there is, um...

Well, it's not adequate.

I need to go back
to Masham for a few days

for dress fittings
and stuff.

I know
it's not great timing,
but is that okay?

No, it's-- it's good.

Keep you
out of harm's way.

Good.

I'll just stick
a padlock on that.

( honking )

- ( laughs )
- Mwah!

- Good to see you.
- And you.

Where's Mom?

Ekwensi:
You've never met her,
Kelsey Platt?

( doorbell chimes
"Westminster Quarters" )

Look...

Oh, my God, it's you.

I need to ask you
about your sister.

- Please?
- Ray: Who is it, love?

It's, uh--
it's Cormoran Strike.

Why is he here?

Close the door!

- Wait.
C-Can you wait?
- Yeah.

Ray:
You saw those photos
of him and Kelsey!

Hazel:
Look, I know
what you're saying,

but the police say
they think he got set up.

How's he even allowed
to come here?

I don't know, but Kelsey
looked up to him.

- Yeah, and look
where she is now!
- ( sobs )

Ray:
Look, sorry, I know
she was your sister,

but I cared
about her, too!

Talk to him if you want.
I won't.

You can come in.

Thank you.

Uh, do you want
to sit down?

Could I, uh...

Yeah.

I'm very sorry
for your loss.

I suppose
the police have asked you
a lot of questions.

Yeah, "Was I working?"

Signed statements
from colleagues,
pay slips.

( sniffles )

Ray had to print off photos
of him and Ritchie fishing,

boat receipts, the lot.

They were away
that week in Wales.

And aren't we the ones
who've lost her?

( crying )

- Do you mind if I...?
- No. ( sniffles )

( clicks )

Do you have any idea

who might have got
close to Kelsey?

No. She didn't have
many friends.

She came and lived with us
after our mom died,

but there was always
the age gap, so...

( camera clicks )

I don't know.

( sobbing )

Could I use your loo?

It's upstairs.

( sighs )

( grunting )

( clicks )

( clicking )

( toilet flushes )

( camera clicking )

( sighs )

( paper tears )

You didn't do it,
did you?

No, I didn't.

( knocking )

You all right?

Mm.

You should
redecorate in here.

It'll always be
your room, love.

( door closes )

You stupid bastard.

Wardle:
Ray said it felt like
you were attacking Hazel.

Can you imagine if he'd gone
to the papers instead of us?

"Murder suspect shows up
at grieving relatives' house

and demands to check
their alibis."

- That is not what I was--
- You went there!

- It's unbelievable!
- So what do you think
I should do?

Stay out of it,
work your own cases?

Nobody wants to hire
a detective who's accused

of being a pedophile
and a murderer.

Can't afford the rent
on this place next month.

I'll have to make
my partner redundant
while she's on her honeymoon.

So, what exactly
do you suggest I do

while someone's cutting up
little girls on my account?

We need you to trust us
to do our job.

The three names I gave you,
who have you found?

We're still making
inquiries.

Right,
Whittaker's in Catford,

Laing was in Corby, but is now
in Elephant and Castle,

and Brockbank just got fired
from a strip club in Shoreditch.

And your suggestion
is I just sit back and wait

for London's finest to plod
along to the finish line?

By the time
you figured things out,

I'll be on the street
and Robin will be dead.

We're on your side,
you idiot.

I'm sorry.
I don't know what else to do.

( Cockney accent )
All right, it's Zahara's mom.

Look, I haven't been getting
any letters from you lot.

I was thinking maybe
you got my address wrong.

- ( laughs )
- Shh!

( whispers )
Piss off.

It's Alyssa,
Zahara's mom.

No? Oh, it's all right.

It's all right.
No worries. Thanks.
Thanks.

That was horrific.

It's work.

Hiya, it's Alyssa,
Zahara's mom.

Look, I've not been getting
any letters for a while.

I was just checking
that you're not still using
the old address.

Ah, yeah, no, that's fine.
That's the right one, yeah.

Which number are you using?

( sizzling )

Plate for the meat.
Come on, come on!

Pow!

Ooh.
You make a gravy, love.

( distant dogs barking )

( music playing
on radio )

( humming along )

♪ One day,
we gonna get so high... ♪

( door opens )

Darling, Matthew's
on the phone.

Is he all right?

Matt, are you okay?

A what?

( police radio chatter )

Friend of Matthew's,
here to check he's all right.

Okay. Incoming.

( knocks on door )

Robin asked me
to check in on you.

( sighs )
I'm fine, thanks.

The police have got
everything covered.

She's driving down now.
You know that, obviously.

What would it take for you
to let her go?

What?

She's been followed.

She's had body parts
sent to her.

She's had her flat
broken into

by someone
who butchers women...

I mean, are you just gonna,
like, see what happens
to her next?

I understand you're having
a difficult morning.

- Oh, piss off.
- Robin's good
at what she does.

She's very good.
She manages the risks.

She ever decides
to hand in her notice,

that'll be her decision,

but I would try
to persuade her to stay.

The police will watch
her flat at night.

I don't think he'll try
anything here again.

Yeah, but you don't know
anything, really, though,

do you?

It's proving challenging.

Hiya.

How's Matthew?

Ugh, he's fine.

He went to work
in the end.

- You all right?
- ( sighs )

Must've spent about an hour
checking the flat over and
bleaching everything.

- You know that bleach--
- Yeah, I know, I just...

I got an exact address
for Brockbank.

I called round
all the nurseries in Bow
pretending to be Alyssa

until one of them
finally confirmed they have
my address details right.

Very clever.

Let's just find
this guy.

I can't go back to Whittaker.
He saw me.

But the person
we're looking for
is careful, deliberate.

Doesn't feel like Whittaker.

But I don't know.

I'll watch Whittaker.

Are you sure?
It's a long--

I'll watch Whittaker.

Tea?

Yeah.

- Ta.
- Clerk: Thank you.

( coins jingling )

Gosh!

( chuckles )

Are you all right?

Can I buy you
some lunch?

- What?
- Oh, you look like you're
having one of those days.

I just thought--
order what you want.
I'll pay.

Anything I want?

Yeah, come on.
You're hungry.

Cheers.

( groans softly )

Sore tooth?

Mm.

Did your boyfriend do this?

Where is he?

He's gone away.

I didn't
want him to go.

That's why he's done it.

I-- I think
he's got someone else.

He says he's only
going with the band,

but I don't believe him.

What sort of music
does he play?

Metal.

The band's called
Death Cult.

He's lead guitar.

Do you go
to all their gigs?

Yeah.
They're good.

Whittaker:
What's this?

What's your name?

- You made
a little friend.
- No.

Actually,
I was just leaving.

Whittaker:
No. Really?

Seems like such a shame.

Nice to meet you,
Stephanie.

- Fuck off.
- ( Whittaker chuckles )

Obviously not
such good friends after all.

You've obviously tried
very hard.

Just being kind,
were you?

I was just concerned.

She looked
a bit beaten up.

Oh, I wouldn't worry
too much about her.

She can be a clumsy
little bitch at times.

Get help for that tooth.

Hey, you.

( phone ringing )

Is everything okay?

Are you still out?
It's late.

Yeah, but I'm
heading back now.

Listen,
I spoke to Stephanie,

and Whittaker's in a band
called Death Cult.

Hang on.

Everything okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, I was just
looking something up.

- I've taken a wrong turn.
- Where are you?

I've just gone
under the shopping precinct.

Have you seen something?

No. No, I'm fine.
I'm just a bit jumpy.

Where exactly are you?
Street name.

Well, I'm not quite sure
this has a name, actually.

( shouts )

Strike:
Robin?

Robin?

( yelping )

( groans )

Robin!

( screaming )

Strike:
Robin?

- ( screams )
- ( whistle wailing )

( whimpering )

( whistle stops )

He cut me.

Sorry, I messed up.

I'm not here
to tell you off.

How did
you manage to--?

I told you,
I did a self-defense course.

He grabbed me from behind,
so I did what they taught me.

Kneed him in the groin.

( chuckles )

Whittaker's disappeared.
They're looking for him.

I just...
( sighs )

Whittaker's sort of thin,
and he...

The guy that attacked me
had a different build.

I looked up
Whittaker's band.

They had a gig
the night Kelsey was killed.

I just-- I don't think
it was him.

I still want to work.

Well, you've got
your wedding to think about.

Don't patronize me.
Thanks.

You can leave us
alone now.

Robin needs her rest.

Matthew's right.
You should rest.

Cormoran, what are
we doing about Brockbank?

The police
are watching him.

Well, it's not
where he goes,

it's what he does
inside the flat.

We can't save
everyone.

You were nearly
killed tonight.

Let someone else
take this one on.

Cormoran, we can't
leave him with children.

Fine, I need to rest.

I get why
you want to help--

I need to rest.

Back in a minute.

Cormoran,
this has to end.

She's barely trained
and you sent her out
with no support?

You're a sociopath.

( phone ringing )

Hello?

Is that Ray?
It's Cormoran Strike.

I'd like you and Hazel
to look at some photos

of suspects.

They're not great pictures,

but they might jog a memory.

Hazel needs some space.

Don't you understand that,
fella?

( line clicks )

( whirring )

( phone ringing )

Oh, sorry, one second.

- ( whirring stops )
- Can I just have a minute?

Thanks.

( ringing continues )

Shanker, hi.
Thanks for calling back.

Yeah, he, uh-- he told me
to give you a call.

I need some help.

Taking the girl to get
her stitches out, innit?

Hang on a sec.

If that Cormoran Strike
calls while I'm away,

hang up.

I don't trust him.

Robin:
I'm just popping out.

Matthew:
Where are you going?

Um, police interview.

Can't they come to you?

Well, they want me
to have a look at some stuff
they can't take off-site.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I won't use the arm.

- She's coming.
- Are we sure that's her?

Shanker:
Fit black girl,
two kids.

Positive you don't
want me in there?

No. No.
Keep an eye out for him.

- ( child babbles )
- ( knocking )

- Ooh!
- What's that?

I don't know, darling.

- Alyssa?
- Yeah?

Could I have a word?

It's about Niall.

What about him?

Um, could we talk inside?

It's important.

Upstairs, Angel.

Take your sister.

( sighs )
I, um...

Well, spit it out, then.

My name's Robin.

I'm an investigator.

Could-- could we, um...

Look...

this is gonna be
quite hard to hear,

but during
the course of a case

we've been working on,
we found out--

Sorry, who's this "we"?

So, I--

I work for an agency
that's run by a guy

called Cormoran Strike,

and we've been looking
into Niall's--

All right, then,
you can get out now.

No, I really need
to tell you this.

I know who Cormoran Strike is.
He gave my boyfriend epilepsy.

- Get out right now!
- Please, Alyssa, please
just listen to me.

He framed him up!
Ruined his marriage!

I know all about
you lot!

Niall sexually
abuses young girls.
I am really sorry--

Get out of my house
before I give you
a proper smack!

He has been doing it
for a long time.

Just ask your daughters.

- Get out!
- ( screams )

( sighs )

Mom?

Just ask her.

Upstairs, Angel.

Now.

What's going on?
You all right, Angel?

Alyssa:
This bitch is telling
lies about you.

Is she, now?

Says she's with
Cormoran Strike.

( door jostling )

Look after Angel.

- ( phone clatters )
- You're not phoning anyone.

Stay there!

He done it to me.

What?

Brockbank:
What's the idea,

barging into people's houses,
upsetting their kids, eh?

( groans )

What the lady said...

Brockbank:
How's that arm of yours?
Is it a bit sore?

W-What are you
talking about?

How's your boss,
huh, Strike?

Uhh! Shanker!

( Robin moaning )

Shanker!

You dirty nonce!
I'll skin ya!

- Shanker,
do not stab him.
- No.

Ohh!

( panting )

( crying )

Why didn't you
say anything, darling?

Because he said
he'd hurt Zahara.

Oh, my God...

( doorbell ringing
and knocking )

- Look, we're actually--
- I don't care.

Robin?

I told you we were leaving
Brockbank to the police.

- I know.
- And you went in anyway.

He was raping
Alyssa's daughter.

Wardle thinks
I sent you in there,

and now, thanks to you,
Brockbank's vanished.

Don't you dare
put that on me.

- I do.
- If you hadn't messed up,

Brockbank would've been
in prison years ago.

Laing is a cripple,
you ruled out Whittaker.

That means that Brockbank
was our number one suspect,

and now
he's off the radar.

- We're finished.
- You don't mean that.

I'll send
your last salary on,
quick and clean.

Gross misconduct.

It's probably
for the best, love.

- ( door closes )
- Oh...

( door slams )

Goodbye forever,
Cormoran Strike.

( line ringing )

( phone ringing )

Hello?

Uncle Ted.

Oh, hello, Cormoran.

Were you at Mom's grave
recently?

Ted:
I wasn't,
but I had a friend

pop something on the grave
for the anniversary.

It's sea holly, isn't it?

Not much to look
at right now,

but come June,
it'll be rather special.

Call me next time
you're up, all right?

- Right.
- Take care.

Bye.

Gotcha.

- ( camera clicks )
- Lorraine: Donnie did
some work

for Mrs. Williams
across the road.

87 with a lawn to cut,

and all her family
have gone abroad.

Why he is here?
Close the door!

Is that the famous
Cormoran Strike?

I need the number
for the fire service.

Not the emergency number,
the one for people
who hire firemen.

Shanker:
Let me guess.
You want a favor.

I need you to watch
my back.

Can you meet me
at Elephant at 8:00?

Right.

I'll text you the address.

Cheers.

( gas hissing )

( ringing )

( lock clicks )

Donnie?
That you, Donnie?

What's that smell?

Gas. I got a call
from upstairs.

Probably coming
from here.

We're not gonna
get blown up, are we?

Well, don't light
any cigarettes.

Shit.
All right.

Um, is Donnie in there?
He owes me 40 quid.

Afraid I can't
help you, mate.

Cheers.

( grunting )

- ( crunches )
- ( shouting )

- ( muffled shouting )
- Where are you, bastard?

( screams )

Bunsen?

- Ehh!
- Bunsen!

Bunsen!

- ( groans )
- Bunsen!

Ah, shit.

What's going on?

Bunsen, open up!

( panting )

( panting )

( touch tones beeping,
line ringing )

Operator:
Calls to this number
have been blocked.

- ( panting )
- ( door opens )

Strike:
What kept you?

That's a steel door!

Wardle:
They're still cleaning up,

but forensics think there's
more than one body in there.

So, what made you think
Ray and Laing were
the same person?

The photo Ray gave the police
has him on the beach

next to sea holly
in full bloom,

supposedly in April.

It was like
the coffee shop photo.

( grunts )
It was staged.

- You sure
you're all right?
- Yeah.

Sea holly doesn't flower
in the wild till June.

If you find
the other bloke, Ritchie,

I'm sure he'll tell you
they were taken last year.

Height of summer,
but they put coats on
to try and look cold.

Ritchie probably thought
he was taking part

in a benefits scam
or something.

I'm imagining Ritchie's
none too clever.

There was
a certificate for bravery

hanging in Kelsey's
sister's house.

I called the fire service.

The real Ray Williams,
Mrs. Williams' son,

retired to Spain
six years ago.

Laing stole his identity.

He was good at accents,

and he spent a lot of money
disguising his appearance.

He even managed
to find a girl

who had made the mistake
of having a crush on me.

I'll come down
to the station
tomorrow morning.

Sounds good.

( phone buzzing )

We picked up Brockbank.

Get some sleep.

Brittany:
Daddy wouldn't do that.

I didn't mean
any of it.

I'm a friend of Brittany.

( baby crying )

- Won't be long.
- All right.

What will happen
to him now?

Nothing
that involves you.

He'll be
tried and put away
for a very long time.

And when he's released,
he'll be on the sex offenders
register for life.

That's good.

I wanted you
to know...

before, you know.

He should have been put
in prison a long time ago.

We failed you there,
Brittany.

I failed you.

You believed me, though.

And you tried.

That helped a lot.

Was it you
who caught him?

No, it was my partner.

For a case
you were doing?

No.

But she did it anyway?

Yep.

Is she all right?

She's a bit bruised,
but she'll live.

Will you thank her
for this?

What's her name?

Your partner?

Her name is Robin.

We've got
a second stop--
Yorkshire.

Where's that?

Yorkshire.

The county.
You know, Yorkshire!

- Just keep going north
till I tell you to stop.
- ( engine starts )

( engine starts )

( tires squeal )

- Put your foot down.
- It's down.

Put it down further!

Jeez. I am not having this
for the next hundred miles.

Well, that's you sorted,
then, innit?

Back to being
the hero of the hour.

Yeah.

Only there's
no fixing everything.

Nah. No, there's not.
That's just life, innit, mate?

Shanker: What's the deal,
then, Bunsen, you gonna go
full-on "Graduate"?

"Elaine! Elaine!
What about me?"

No, I was invited.
I'm a friend, a guest.

Oh, you're a friend,
yeah, right.

You sacked her, mate.

That's not exactly a friend
where I come from.

Shanker:
Reminds me of your mom.

- Who?
- "Who?" Your Robin.

She's kind, ain't she?

Like the way she went
to save that kid.

Well, then, I'll try
and get her back, won't I,

but next time
she calls you,
if she calls you--

Yeah, all right, yeah,
call you first, yeah.

- All right.
- Yeah?

Jesus, Dad.

Vicar:
First I am required

to ask anyone present

who knows a reason
why these persons

may not lawfully marry
to declare it now.

Do you,
Matthew John Cunliffe,

take Robin Venetia Ellacott
to be your wife?

Will you love her,
comfort her,

honor and protect her,

and, forsaking all others,
be faithful to her

as long as you both
shall live?

I do.

Vicar:
Do you,
Robin Venetia Ellacott,

take Matthew John Cunliffe
to be your husband?

Will you love him,
comfort him,

honor and protect him,

and, forsaking all others,
be faithful to him

as long as you both
shall live?

( clanking )

Sorry.

I do.

( music playing )

♪ Romeo and Juliet ♪

♪ Are together
in eternity ♪

♪ Romeo and Juliet ♪

♪ 40,000 men and women
every day ♪

♪ Like Romeo and Juliet ♪

♪ 40,000 men and women
every day ♪

♪ Another 40,000
coming every day ♪

♪ We can be like they are ♪

♪ Come on, baby,
don't fear the reaper ♪

♪ Baby, take my hand... ♪