All language subtitles for The.Burning.Girls.S01E02.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH_[eng]

Two young girls
were burnt at the stake here.

1556.

Where people now
make creepy old twig dolls

to celebrate them.

- I'm Simon Harper.
Who the hell are you?

It wouldn't do to be on
the wrong side of that family.

- And your husband,
is he a vicar too?

- He was.

He died when
Flo was very young.

- I'm Flo.
- Wrigley.

There was a box left outside
your house this morning.

It's an exorcism kit.

Merry Joanne Lane
and Joy Harris

disappeared without
a trace 30 years ago.

Welcome.

Please be seated.

Hear me, oh Lord.

And have mercy upon me
and hear my prayer.

When he maketh inquisition

for blood...

he rememerbeth them.

He forgeteth not the cry
of the humble.

Have mercy upon me, oh Lord,

consider my trouble,
which I suffer,

of them that hate me.

Thou that lifteth me up

from the gates of death.

This isn't some
inner city shit hole!

If you see
the burning girls...

Something bad
will befall you.

If you see the burning girls,

something bad will
befall you!

Mum! Mum!

Mum! Mum, wake up!

- Oh, my God.

- You were shouting.
- I'm sorry.

It's alright.
Why are you on the sofa?

- There was a light on
in the chapel

and I went to check it out.

- And what was it?

- It was just dodgy electrics.

- That doesn't really explain
why you're sleeping on the sofa.

- Oh, I just must
have fell asleep.

I'm sorry.

- You okay, Mum?

- Yeah.

- I'll make you breakfast.

Shit, I'm late.

- Hello.

Sorry I'm late.

- No, no, no, no.

We've only just
got here ourselves.

Right, a quick round up here

then we're off
to the coffee morning.

So, may I introduce you
to Clara.

- Welcome.

It's so nice to meet you.

- Hello.
- Jack?

What's that short for?

- Jaqueline.

- A lovely name.

Both of them.

Clara's helping on
a voluntary basis.

An angel sent from
the heavens.

He has to say that.
I'm his wife.

So, small team, as you see.

And we divide our time between
four churches in the parish.

- We're so happy you're here.

We're ready for a fresh start

after, well, you know.

- Yeah, I was sorry to hear
about Reverend Fletcher.

- Yeah, we just all wish we'd
known what he was going through.

- Mm.

- Well, you mustn't
blame yourselves.

You'd never see it coming.

- He was a coward,
leaving us just like that.

You don't do that.
It is a sin.

Life is a gift from God.

Only he has the power
to take it away.

- Well, there's--
there's actually no explicit

condemnation of suicide
in the Bible.

And whilst I'm the vicar here,

I'd prefer to not hear
such talk in the chapel.

- Mm.

So, um, shall we proceed
with this week's business?

Um...

- Is anyone coming to fix
the chapel floor?

- I'm still waiting on
the stonemason.

- Thanks.

- So Reverend Fletcher, he,

he didn't have any family, no?

- Sadly not.

- Is he buried here?
I'd like to pay my respects.

- No, no. Tunbridge Wells,
near his mother.

- He didn't want
to be buried here.

He said the chapel had
become corrupted.

- Well, he had been under
a lot of stress.

- He wanted it to be exorcised.

And that was just before he...

- Aaron!
- No, she should know.

- Know what?

Just before his death,
Reverend Fletcher

tried to burn the chapel down.

Fortunately, Aaron intervened

before the fire could
really take hold.

- He told me that he saw them.

The burning girls.

- As I said, he had been
under a lot of stress.

- Alright?

- You're the new vicar's
daughter?

- Yeah.

- I'm Rosie Harper.

And that's Tom,
my cousin.

- Hmm.

- And do you have a name?

- Flo.

- There was a girl
at our school called Flo.

She died.

I'm just kidding.

- What's that antique shit?
- Oh...

- It's a camera, stupid.

- I take photographs.

- So, we'll probably be going
to the same school.

We should be friends.

- Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

- Maybe?

Do you have
other friends then?

- No.

- You need friends
around here.

- I've gotta go
actually, so...

- No, stay.

We can hang out.
Have fun.

- Let's have a look.
- No.

- What's your problem?
- Well, what's yours?

- Let me have a look
at your camera...

- I said no!

- Argh!

- What the fuck are you doing?!
- Oh my God, I am so sorry.

- We tried to be your friends,
you psycho bitch.

- I was going to
tell you about Fletcher.

I just didn't want to burden you
with it all at once.

He was a good man,
but he became unstable.

- In what way?

- He became extremely paranoid.

Said someone was
threatening him.

- Well, who would want
to threaten him?

- No one.
He had been the vicar here

for almost three years,
and was well liked.

- Are they sure it was suicide?

- Oh.

- You've been speaking
to Joan Hartman.

- No need to confirm or deny.

- She's a bit bonkers,
and addicted to crime novels.

Milk?

- Oh yes, please.
Thank you.

She said something about
Reverend Fletcher

being interested in

missing girls from
the '90s or...

- Merry and Joy.

- Yes.
- Mmm.

He became completely obsessed

with what happened
to those two girls.

Jack, can I offer
some advice?

Don't let the past
suck you in.

Your arrival is a fresh start.

A chance to lay
some ghosts to rest.

Hm?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Where is she?

Where is she?

- Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my goodness.
Are you hurt?

Are you okay?
- Where is she?

Tell me, where is she?

- I'm sorry.
I, I don't understand.

- It's okay, she gets
confused sometimes.

- Hi, Pauline.

You've had a bit of a tumble.

You're in the village hall.
Are you okay?

- Okay.
- That's it.

On to your feet.
- You're okay.

Sit.

She can barely look
after herself.

She shouldn't be out.

- I'll take her home.

- Thank you.

- We need to leave this place.

- God, Mom would have
a heart attack.

- Don't tell her, stupid.

Unless you don't want
to anymore.

- Where would we go?

- Mmm, I don't know.

London?

- And then?

- As far away as we can.

Australia.

- Shit, I've got to go.

I've got Bible lessons.

- Ah, bunk it.

I've got booze.

- You're crazy.
I don't want to skip it.

- Are you in love?

- No.

- You are.

Joy Grady.

It's got a nice ring to it.

No wonder you don't want
to leave anymore.

- Thank you, dear.

- Do you need a hand?

- No.

No.

- Do you have a carer?

- I have a daughter, Joy.

We called her Joy

because she was such
a happy baby.

But she went away.

- Oh?
- But she's coming home

any day now.

- That'll be nice.

- You want to see her room?

- Where is Joy?

Do you know where she went?

- She's a good girl.

Not like that other one.

Merry Joanne Lane.

I forgot the kettle.

Come on.

Oh, bloody hell...

- Do you need a hand?

- Uh, could you pray for me to
get better at changing a tire?

- Well, that's not how
it works, unfortunately.

But I could give you a lift.

- Oh, thank you.

I'm just in the village.

You, uh, crossed over
to the dark side?

- Oh, a welcome message

from some kids thinking
they were being clever.

- Very welcoming.

- It's open.

- Oh, thanks.
I'm Mike, by the way.

- Jack.

- You enjoying being here?

- Too early to say.

- Reserving judgment.

- You know, it's different
but, um, change can be good.

- Yeah.
Yeah, I know.

I've been here a while now.

Sometimes I wish I could move,

but I have my son Noah,
he likes it here.

Uh, he lives in a village
nearby with his mum.

We're separated.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- No, it's better.

For everyone.

I hope you'll like it here.

It's a small village.

Some say it's cursed.

But the people are nice.

Mostly.

Uh, this is my number.

Uh, if there's anything you'd
like to know as a newcomer.

- You're a reporter.

- Oh, yeah.

Cake bakes
and jumble sales mostly.

Occasionally we get
a bit of excitement

when someone steals
a lawnmower.

Hey, uh, you know, if you
fancy doing an interview,

a female take on
being our new vicar?

- So that's why you came to
the service yesterday?

- See if you could get
a scoop on me?

- Actually, I, I come
to the chapel every Sunday.

- Really?

- Yes.

For my daughter.

- Thought you had a son.

- I do.

Izzy's buried at the chapel.

- I'm sorry.
I, I didn't realize.

Thanks for the lift, but, uh,

maybe work on that
whole reserving judgment thing?

- Nice one, Jack.

- Heya.

- Oh, I thought that we could

clear out the cellar
for your dark room.

- What, now? I was gonna go out,
take some photos.

- Oh, do you want some company?

- Uh, actually,
I'm not going alone.

- Oh, have you got
a new friend?

- Yeah, just-- just some boy
from the village.

- Hmm. And when
did you meet this boy?

- Yesterday in the graveyard.

He, he draws pictures
of the graves actually,

it's really good.

- He draws pictures
of graves.

Nice.

- Well, I take photos of them.

- You two made for
each other then.

How old is he?

- My age.

- And does this boy
have a name?

- Wrigley.
- Wrigley.

Where you going?

- He said he found
this sick place.

Really photogenic, what--
what's with all the questions?

- I don't know.

Just don't know
how comfortable I feel

about you going to
"a really sick place"

with a boy you hardly know.
- What, you want me

wandering around
on my own like a saddo?

- No.

No, I want you to make
new friends here.

I do, I just--
just be careful.

- Yeah, always.
And we'll get

the old vicar's stuff
out the cellar.

I'll help you
when I get back.

- Good.

Oi.

- Mm?
- Love you.

- I love you too, Mum.

- Be careful.
- Bye.

- Did you see what happened to,
uh, our Dave the other day?

His stuff took, got beat up.

Do you know what I mean,
and I just...

- Yeah, mate, mate,
watch your stuff.

- Do you know him?
- Never seen him before ever.

Hey! What are you doing?

That's mine, that!

Give it!

- Okay.

Okay.

- You came.
- Why wouldn't I?

- Thought you changed
your mind about

meeting the village weirdo.

- Yeah, don't give yourself
too much credit.

So, where are we going?

- Into the woods.

Come on.
You won't be disappointed.

So, how long
have you lived here?

- One year.

I tried to burn down
my last school,

so we had to move.

- That'll do it.
Why'd you do that?

- Um, shit happens.

- Mm.
What about your parents?

- Well, it's just--
just me and my mom.

- Yeah, same.

My dad was murdered
when I was one.

- Hmm?

How?

- Dunno.

Happened at his church.

- Hm.

Shit really happened.
- Yeah.

- What's your favorite film?

- Um, I'm into like a lot
of '80s and '90s stuff.

- Oh, me too.

- So like, "Lost Boys,"
that sort of thing.

- Ah.
Have you seen "Heathers?"

- Yeah, it's one of
my favorites .

- Okay, and what about, uh,
"The Usual Suspects?"

- Keyser Söze.
- Yeah.

"The greatest trick
the devil ever pulled

was convincing the world
he didn't exist."

- Yeah.

- Shit!

- Here it is.

- Nice.

- I told you it was.

Chapel Cross'
very own Bates Motel.

- Ha, right, what,
so you work here do you?

What are you doing!?

- The well!
- What?

- You almost fell
into the well.

- Oh.

- W-what did you think
I was trying to do?

- Nothing. I don't know.
- Murder you?

Look, look,
if I wanted to murder you,

I would've-- would've pushed you
down into there.

- Okay.

Uh, yeah, hah.

So who lived here?

- This mad kid called Merry.

They reckon
she was possessed.

- Ah, what happened?

- Ran off with her best mate.

- I've packed.

I'm ready to leave.

- I can't go.

- Why?

- Things have changed.

- Are you serious?

He's ten fucking years older
than you, Joy.

- So?

- You know, I could go to
the police, you're underage.

- You're just jealous because
he's shagging me and not you.

- Yeah, right.
He's a fucking asshole.

- You're an asshole.

- Well, don't come crying to me
when he gets bored of you.

- He won't.

This whole village says
you're a fucking bitch.

You really are evil.

- Fuck you, Joy.

The whole family gone.

Off to the gates of hell.

Never seen again.

And this house
was left to rot.

- What, the whole family
just disappeared?

- Yeah.

People say it's cursed.

They reckon
it's haunted.

Are you ready?

- Oh, hey, Aaron,
how can I help?

- Reverend Rushton forgot
to give you these.

They're minutes from
our parish council meetings

over the last year so you
can see how we work.

- Hm, thank you.

Was there anything else?

- No.

- Would you like to come in
for a coffee?

- Thank you.

Uh, I don't drink caffeine,
but green tea is fine.

- Okay.

- Some of my happiest times
were in this house.

- Oh?

- Yes.

My father was the vicar here
for over 30 years.

Reverend Marsh.

- Oh, so this
is your family home.

- My mother died in
this kitchen.

Not one of the happy times.

Of course.

- I'm sorry.

And your father?

- Um, Huntington's.

I care for him at home,
and there's nothing

the hospitals can
do for him, so...

Are you his sole carer?

Um, there are nurses
who come in, but mostly, yes.

- Wow.

I'm very grateful for your help
and dedication to the chapel,

especially with so much
on your plate.

- Thank you.

Uh, it's always been
an important part of my life.

What was in that box
outside your door?

- An exorcism kit.

- Can I see it?

- Why?

- I've never seen one.

- Can you smell burning?

- No.

Come on.

Loads of people say
they've seen ghosts in here.

You ready for upstairs?

- Is it much different
from downstairs?

- Way better.

- Benjamin fucking Grady.

- Get up here!

You've been drinking.

- You're fucking mad,
aren't you?

- You're drunk!
- It's not my fucking fault!

- Stay in your room.

In there! Go on!

Thy Kingdom Come,
deliver us from evil.

Demon! Demon!

Leave my daughter alone.

"Forever and ever. Amen."

I guess your mom would
feel at home here.

- She doesn't really like
to take her work home with her.

- Hah.

Fancy a bath?

Wash away your sins.

Smells like shit.

- This is the best.

Are you ready?

- Yeah.

- Holy fuck.

Who did this?

Was it you?

Bit of casual satanic worship?

Come up here
and sacrifice goats?

- No, I quite like goats.

No, I, uh, I, I come up here
to draw my pictures.

Do you ever think that
some places are just rotten?

Black spots.

You know, bad stuff just
keeps happening.

So, are you done?

- Uh, yeah.

Leave my daughter alone!

What the fuck
are you doing, you sick fucks?

- Wrigley?

Wrigley!

What is it?

Oh...

- Fuckers!

Oh, Wrigley!

Hello?!

Oh, Wrigley?

- Wrigley!
Oh...

Oh, let's go, come on.

- Oh, hey, guys.

- Do you like
killing animals for fun?

- Is this your little
shag pad, Wrigley?

- What's it got to do with you?

- Well, seeing as
my dad just bought this house,

quite a lot, actually.

You're trespassing.

- I don't give a shit.
Come on.

- Give me your camera,
then you can go.

- No fucking way.

- L-- leave her alone.

- Stay out of it,
you freak.

I said, give me your camera.

- And I said no.

- Bitch.

- Got any idea who might
have sent it to me?

- No.

But somebody obviously
wanted you to have it.

- Can you think of
a reason why?

- You're the vicar.

Have you mentioned it
to Reverend Rushton?

- No, not yet.

- Well, he knows
all the church business.

He's been the vicar at
Warbler's Green

for almost 30 years.

My father trained him
as curate after...

- After what?

- After the previous curate,

Benjamin Grady, left suddenly.

- Why did he leave suddenly?

- I don't know.

Some family business.

Thank you.

- Aaron.

I understand that
Reverend Fletcher

was interested in
the chapel's history.

- Yes.

Yeah, the martyrs mainly.

He spoke about them a lot,
especially towards the end.

- Were you close?

- We were colleagues.

- Did he ever
mention the names

Merry and Joy to you?

- The girls who disappeared?

- Yes.

- My relationship with Matthew
was purely professional,

and we only ever spoke
of church matters.

- I'm sorry.
Yes, of course.

I, I just,
you know, I'm curious,

and it seems as if
he was too.

- I'm really
the wrong person to ask.

You should speak
to Saffron Winter.

- The writer?
- Matthew got

quite close with her
in the months before he died.

She was also fascinated
by the girls.

- Mum? Go on.

Don't be angry.

- Someone shot at you?
- It was an air gun.

- Still, someone shot at you.

I mean, where were you,
anyway?

Huh?

- Uh, in the woods.

- And did you see who did it?

- No, they were
too far away.

- Gonna have to report this
to the police.

- What? Why?
It was an accident.

- Ow!
- Sorry.

You're done.

- Thanks, Reverend.

I, I, I really appreciate it.

My mom's not as, not as cool
with this sort of stuff as you.

- I am not cool about this.
- Yeah, but we're fine.

You know?

- That's not the point, Flo.
Look at the camera.

That could've been your eye.

- He wasn't aiming
for my eye.

- He?

I thought you said you
didn't see who did it?

- W-- we, like,
y-- turn of phrase.

Please, Mum?

- Alright, come on.
I'll give you a lift home.

We can explain to your parents
what's happened.

Um, I, no, I'll, I'll walk.

Like, my mum's away.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Okay, come on then.

Just get her to give me
a bell when she's back, yeah?

- Sure.
- Bye.

- See ya.

Thanks again, Reverend.

There's, there's something I,
I want you to know that...

- No, actually, there's
something I want you to know.

Don't let the fact that
I'm a priest fool you--

First and foremost,
I'm a mother.

And if anything happens
to Flo because of you,

I'll fuck up your life
beyond belief.

Have I made myself clear?

- Crystal.

- I'm sorry, Mum.

- Me too.

Come on, then.

- I hate this place.

I wish we'd
never moved here.

- We've only been here
a few days.

Things will get better,
I promise.

Yeah?

- Just, Dad's
camera's broken.

- It's fixable.
Unlike you.

- It's gonna cost a fortune.

- I will sort it.
Don't worry.

Baby...

Do you want to watch a film?

- Yeah.
- You choose.

- "Heathers."

- Okay, go on.
Put it on.

- Oh, Mum, I forgot the post
has finally arrived.

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