All language subtitles for Afterlife s01e06 The 7,59 Club.eng

Have a good day. You be careful.

ANNOUNCER: Good
morning, ladies and gentlemen.

I would like to welcome all passengers to
the 7:59 service to Manchester Piccadilly.

I'd like to inform
you that this service

is now running approximately
17, one-seven, minutes late.

We do apologise for any
inconvenience this may cause. Thank you.

MAN 1: (ON RADIO)
Reports are coming in

of a train crash on the Manchester
Piccadilly to Preston line.

The details are as yet unclear, but we
will keep you updated as more news arrives.

And in other news, the government today
announced a fall-off of capital bonds.

The latest Footsie figures
have shown a rise of 30 points

bringing the index
up to a level of 5,046...

MAN 2: (ON RADIO)...of another major rail
crash, the 7:59 from Preston to Manchester

in which reports tell us a
commuter train has been cut in half

by the impact of an express
train which left the rails.

The police as yet have given out no
information about casualty numbers,

but for those anxious
about loved ones...

WOMAN: (ON RADIO) services
have been called to the scene

on the main line between
Preston and Manchester Piccadilly

where early reports
say that a derailed

express train has
been hit by a freight train

travelling in the
opposite direction.

(PHONE RINGING)

ESTATE AGENT: It was
bought as an investment originally.

Now the vendor's just
decided he wants to sell.

I've had a quiet word though

and if you only want the
use of a room, nonresidential,

he's prepared to rent it to
you for a monthly minimum

before the builders
get stuck in.

Coming totally clean, some
people got in a used it as a squat.

Not that I'm against that in
principle, you know what I mean.

On the other hand, some
people like to live like animals.

That's where they burnt the
furniture when the gas was cut off.

Who knows what else went on.
Obviously, not a lot of hygiene.

I'm not doing a very good
job of selling this to you, am I?

Should have got my
dad to show you around.

There's another place
we've got up at Yate. It's

a little further out, but
a lot more salubrious.

Sorry, I was just delivering something
and I needed to get my breath back.

Feel free. I've had
the chairs reinforced.

That always drove
me mad about you.

Trying to decide the contents of
a letter instead of just opening it.

Thanks. I really fancied an
evening with a load of architects.

A whole sea of shaved
barnets and collarless shirts.

Some of our old friends will be
there, too. Janet's doing the catering.

Really, I thought our wedding bash
had put her off puff pastry for life.

- Jude! How are you?
- Glowing. So everybody says.

Glowing? She's
practically Sellafield.

I'm trying to get him out to enjoy
himself. "Mission Impossible."

- Sociophobe.
- Hey, I haven't said no, have I?

No, but we know
what you're like.

- Go, you miserable fart.
- I will. I will.

(FUNKY INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(SLOW JAZZ PIANO PLAYING)

Hi, this is Robert. Leave a
message after the beep. Thanks.

Robert? It's Alison.

Please will you get in
touch? You've got my number.

Will you please give
me a call? Thank you.

I thought that I could cope,
but I need to talk to you. I can't.

Will you help me?
Will you call me?

Please? Help me.

Excuse me.

But unhappiness can make some
people happy. Suffering can self-justify.

Why haven't you returned my
calls? Am I some kind of a joke to you?

Whoa! Alison, calm down. You
can't just come barging into...

Oh, I can, I have. Look at me,
I'm here. I exist, at least I think I do.

Maybe you can put me straight on
that since you obviously know better.

No. No, stay. No way, sit.
She's the one that has to go.

No, I'm not going. I'm not
going anywhere, actually.

I'm going to sit right here.

This is totally unacceptable. You have
no business invading a tutorial like this.

What choice do I have
when you ignore me?

Our project together is over.
I'm entitled to ignore you.

- Why shouldn't I?
- Because I'm going out of my mind!

Well, hallelujah!
A breakthrough!

I'm sorry.

(ALISON SIGHING)

Screw you, Robert.

- Alison, wait.
- Screw you.

Alison?

Alison? Are you all
right? Are you in pain?

I can get an ambulance.

- I'll get an ambulance.
- No, don't call an ambulance.

An ambulance is no good.
They won't find anything.

There's nothing there.

In the crash, in the...

In the train crash,

there was this big
thing, this metal spike

and it went in there
and it came out here.

And it tore through
my womb, and, erm...

(SOBBING)

(ALISON GASPING)

Oh, God.

Alison, don't be afraid. We're your
friends. All we want to do is talk to you.

We've been looking for
you for some time, you know.

You've made yourself very
hard to find, naughty girl.

Your family up north
weren't very forthcoming.

We found someone else though, who
told us the area of Bristol you'd moved to.

They just didn't know
the exact address.

- What do you want with me?
- Help.

The kind of help, we've come to
the conclusion, only you can give.

Do you mind if Abel joins us?
He's not as fearsome as he seems.

He suffered more than most
of us, physically and mentally.

His larynx was burnt
away. He can't speak.

When you were recommended
to us as a practising medium

we recognised your name
immediately from the passenger list.

We couldn't
believe it. It was fate.

We realised this had to be the
person who could help us at last.

That's why we've
come all this way.

We have a lot in common.

Because you've been waiting
for us too in a way, haven't you?

Alison?

Alison.

They want to hold a seance
tomorrow night. It's ironic isn't it?

They'd give anything to
be able to contact the dead

and I'd give anything
not to be able to.

Alison, I seriously think
this is a very bad idea.

You're being asked to return to
the most traumatic event of your life.

You're so great, Robert.

I phone you up and
you don't return my calls,

I turn up to see you
and you send me away

and now you come here just to
tell me that what I'm doing is wrong.

- I know what I'm doing.
- Do you?

You almost died for God's sake.
You don't have to help these people.

It's not just for them.
It's for me as well.

You see, I've worked it all out.

Maybe if I go back to that
day, maybe they'll set me free.

What do you mean?

(ALISON SIGHING)

Maybe the spirits will
have done with me.

(ROBERT SIGHING)

Alison, if you're gonna choose
to do this, I'll come with you.

- I can do it by myself.
- Well, I know you can but I want to.

One knock for yes, two for
no. Alison? Mark Garrelly.

Apologies, the electrics
here are appalling.

Jean Fast. Welcome.

I'm Eddie. Eddie Balfour.

We're down here.

- Erm... Irene Moser, Robert Bridge.
- How do you do?

Robert's a doctor of
psychology at the University

and I'd like him to be
a sitter tomorrow night.

Really? Traditionally, it's an extremely
bad idea to have a sceptic present.

Well, I'm sorry, Irene.
It's non-negotiable.

I want Robert to
be there as a friend.

Abel you've met.
And this is Louise.

I remember you from television.

Probably. I was part of a survivor
group lobbying for a public enquiry.

Not that it did any good. Two
years later nobody admitted sod all.

Same old boys' network, just a
lot of hot air and buck-passing.

Faced with what
you'd all been through,

naturally you must have
thought, "Where is God in this"?

You do, when the police
take you into this marquee

and you look at 16, 17
bodies, not even bodies...

until you get to your son.

(EXPRESS TRAIN SPEEDING PAST)

I'm a stonemason. So was he.

He'd always slag off
my letter carving but I

wanted to do just one
thing where he'd say,

"Dad, that's not bad, that."

Alison is the one who needs
to get to know us better.

It was a signalling
fault. Wasn't it?

No. It was human error. The
driver didn't react correctly.

He was supposed to slow
down, but in fact he speeded up.

He walked away
with cuts and bruises

but 35 people didn't
walk away at all.

Who's for a peshwari naan?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Oh, no, not for me.

Blimey, Jean.

That's one hell
of an onion bhaji.

My mum was mad about Wimbledon.

I held her hand while
she slipped away.

I could feel her gone, but I didn't
want to let go. That's why I'm here.

I'd like to feel that she's watching over
me and that she's proud of me, that's all.

I just need her to tell
me that I'm doing okay.

We've all brought things that
mean something to us, for tomorrow.

Laurence had thousands of books.

I gave them all
away to charity shops.

My son and daughter
thought I'd lost my marbles.

They sent a rabbi round
to talk sense into me.

But spiritualism had the answers I
wanted, and he didn't, and I told him so.

I know...

that when the day comes, Laurence and
I will meet face to face in the next life.

But before then, there's
something I have to tell him.

Something he needs to know.

Abel has brought some favourite
toys his children used to play with.

Knowing Alison was coming he's
written a poem he wants me to read out.

It's called Fading Light.

"Under my skin I boil with rage

"Under my skin is the
silence before knowing

"Under my skin is human error

"Under my skin
is the value of lives

"But I have no skin

"I have no skin, so
who can touch me?

"Who can feel if not I?"

Excuse me... I need some air.

Alison, these people need
proper counselling, not table-tilting.

They're united in
grief. It isn't a crime.

But is it doing them any
good? I don't think so.

Irene, please. This seance
tomorrow. Can you delay it?

- I don't think Alison...
- No. It has to be tomorrow.

You haven't told him.

Tomorrow's March 25th.

The anniversary
of the rail crash.

Six years ago to the day.

(SIGHING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

ALISON: I couldn't sleep a wink.

How are you?

Look. If you can't be there,
I understand. I'll be fine.

- No, I'll be there.
- Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. I've got to go.

Good. What else would you be doing except
going home to a saddo ready meal for one?

Bit of social intercourse,
do you the world of good.

Oh, yeah. You're right.

I've got a meeting at 7:00, so
I'll see you there, 9:30, 10:00?

You will, absolutely.

ROBERT: (VOICEOVER) To
be within a hair's-breadth of death,

to feel you had died...

and after wards, that feeling of
worthlessness that you had survived.

You think, but why? Why me?

Add to that, the trauma of learning
that you can never have children,

it had to be for a purpose.

Alison Mundy had
to validate her life.

Make it worth something,
mean something.

And the meaning is, the spirits.

(UPBEAT POP MUSIC PLAYING)

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Thanks.
- That's a new dress.

You never used to
notice if I was in a bin bag.

- That's untrue.
- I know.

Come in. Guess who's here?

Archbishop Desmond Tutu?

Thanks.

Darling.

- Robert. How the hell are you?
- Fine.

Hi. Lovely to see you.

We haven't seen you since...

Blimey, how long is it since the
old London crowd last met up?

It must've been
a wedding, or a...

- So, how are you these days?
- Fine, fine.

- I always liked that watch.
- I bet you picked it, really.

No. He picked it all by himself.

He said, "I want
Dad to look cool."

Please.

Happy Birthday, Daddy.

Thanks. Thank you.

Welshback, near
Radcliffe Bridge. Thanks.

Who touched my arm?

Someone touched my arm.

IRENE: Don't worry.

No harm will come here tonight.

They're all our
friends, remember?

(ALISON RETCHING)

Nerves.

Understandable.

Sorry, mate. Change of
plan. Take me to Filton.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

Thought you weren't coming.

You're just in time.
We're about to begin.

Medium dies.

"death still remain mysterious.

"The sitters were
named as Eddie Balfour,

"Louise Gill,

"Abel Ngowi, Mark Garrelly,
Jean Fast and Irene Moser."

Hi, this is Robert. Leave a
message after the beep. Thanks.

Home movies?

We record weddings,
births. Why not this?

Irene?

I'm sorry. Mark
and I have decided...

We've thought about this long and hard,
Irene, and we can't go through with it.

I know, but, the good thing
that's come out of this for us

is not making contact with
someone in the next world

it's finding someone
here, now, in this one.

We have all worked so hard towards
tonight, how can you throw that away?

I'm sorry. We've come to realise
that our partners have moved on

and we need to
move on, too. I'm sorry.

People get obsessed with
whether we survive death.

But that's not the
real question, is it?

The real question is how
we survive life. But we do.

Now...

on no account must
anyone switch on the lights

or break the circle when the
medium's in a trance. Is that understood?

Ectoplasm is a very volatile,
light-sensitive substance

that the spirits extract from
the medium's nervous system

in order to manifest themselves.

If it recoils too quickly

it can do irreparable
damage to the medium's brain.

Do you have a
spirit guide, Alison?

The only guides I know of wear
berets and sit around with Brown Owl.

Robert, your hand please? Abel?

IRENE: Let's all
breathe deeply and relax.

In...

and out.

(EXHALING DEEPLY)

And in...

and out.

In...

and out.

By the power of light by
the gift of karma and of love

grace us with your presence.

(SCOTTISH ACCENT)
What you doing in my house?

Don't be afraid.

We welcome you.

- We welcome you.
- ALL: We welcome you.

We welcome you. We welcome you.

If there is a spirit
in this room...

make yourself known to us.

(SCOTTISH ACCENT) ♪ Polly,
put the kettle on Polly, put the kettle on

♪ Polly, put the kettle on

♪ We'll all have smack ♪

Hello, Polly.

This is my house. I died here.

This is a good
trick. Watch this.

(GASPING)

(ALISON GROANING SOFTLY)

IRENE: Don't break the circle!

Don't break the circle.

She's cold.

Jean's gone cold and
Alison is burning up.

Who wants to see another trick?

Polly? Polly? You can go now.

(WAILING)

(ALISON GROANING)

(GRUFF VOICE) Where is she?

Where are you?

Laurence?

There you are.

I... I've wanted to
tell you something.

Hush.

Did you really
think I didn't know?

Rose.

Rose.

You blushed every time
her name was mentioned.

You loved her.

I know.

You worried that you never
showed me enough love.

Well, you did.

I was blessed...

blessed...

blessed.

(WHIMPERING AND GROANING)

By the power of
the Holy Spirit...

are there any other messages
for anyone here present?

(SPEAKING AFRICAN LANGUAGE)

Something's gone wrong, I think.

I think something's
gone through me.

I don't know, I can feel
something very strange...

Please don't pick me up...

please don't pick me up, it
hurts. It hurts! (SOBBING)

Alison, listen to
me. You're safe.

Look, nothing can harm you
or hurt you here. Listen to me.

Alison, this is Robert, you're
safe here. Nothing can harm you.

Okay, that's it. It's over,
it's finished. That's enough.

I said that's enough!

Someone passed behind me.

I can feel someone
looking over my shoulder.

The feeling's really strong now.

(GROANING)

Alison?

(ALISON MOANING)

(CHILDLIKE VOICE) Daddy?

Peter? Son.

You're not my daddy.

You're not my daddy.

You're my daddy.

Alison, stop it.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

No.

No.

Joshie?

It was just for a second.

I just bent down to
pick up my stegosaurus.

And you said, "Seat belt."

I just...

- It wasn't your fault, Joshie.
- But it was.

'Cause you looked back.
'Cause you turned around and if...

Don't.

Don't, please don't.

I made you sad, Daddy.

I made you sad
and I don't like to.

You don't make me sad, Joshie.

- I make myself sad.
- Why?

Because you're not
here with me any more.

But I am. I am here now.

If you're sad, Daddy...

is it because you don't
love me any more?

I love you.

I love you more than anything.

Then can I go now, Daddy?

Yes.

It's a bit scary.

I want the nice lady to take me.

She's holding my hand

and she's going to come
with me and stay with me.

No! No, don't go there! Alison!

(ALISON WAILING)

MARK: Oh, no.
JEAN: Don't touch her!

- Switch on the lights.
- No, you mustn't.

ROBERT: Switch on the lights!

MARK: Get back! Get off!

Take her outside.
She needs some air.

Yes, ambulance.

Yes, emergency.

29 Sapphire Lane,
Filton. Quickly. Please.

Yes, I think so.
I don't know, I...

Robert Bridge. Robert Bridge.

- Yes! Yes.
- MARK: Help! Somebody help!

Just please...

How quickly is that? How
quickly is that? How quickly?

Just get here now.
Just get here, please!

Oh, no.

Jesus Christ!