All language subtitles for Wolf.2023.S01E04_track18_[engtofr]

Ewan left because of me.

He never came home.

It was my neighbour who had Ewan.

He loved that I knew what he'd gotten away with.

- What is this place?
- It's called the Donkey Pitch.

Your theory on those murders... It's full of holes.

Minnet Kable didn't take my granddaughter that day.

It never was one stupid man.

It was two very smart ones.

I don't think anyone's considered

a third explanation about who we might be.

Maybe the raves were connected.

Maybe there was some cult stuff going on.

I can't fix this.

What's it doing outside the Anchor-Ferrers' home?

Where are the cameras?

I don't know!

- What are you doing?
- Sending it to myself.

How come I haven't I found any other videos like this online?

Cos there aren't any.

We had to surrender our phones when we went to the raves.

- Bones made us.
- But you snuck yours in.

Have you ever hear anyone refer to Bones by his real name?

- Sorry.
- You have any idea where he lives?

Probably his mum's basement.

Can you describe him?

30-something. White skin. Dark hair.

Only saw him a few times and from a distance.

He wore that stupid hazmat suit a lot.

You have any idea why?

No.

I don't know anything about him. None of us did.

He was Bones.

He sold drugs and threw scary raves. That's it.

- Was this a cult?
- God, we weren't that lame.

No-one was brainwashed or anything...

We were young and bored.

He was older and different.

What if it's Minnet Kable who's fucking with us?

- But he's in prison.
- What if he got out?

He shouldn't.

Of course he shouldn't. He's a fucking lunatic.

He filleted two teenagers, strung their guts up in a tree.

We kind of did that, too.

We did it with a deer.

Not a human!

Fair point.

What if Kable planted the other security sign outside?

But if it's Minnet Kable messing with us...

...what do you think he wants?

- We should ask the boss what to do.
- No.

No, no, no. He can't think we're fucking this up.

But maybe this is one of those times where it's best to be honest.

Listen to me, you fuckwit.

You are not permitted to contact the boss.

Do you understand?

I promise, OK?

The boss wants videos of the family being tortured.

Lots of them.

And then we're supposed to make the call. Right?

Right. So?

So one video will have to suffice, given the circumstances.

We need to speed things up.

Reattach the landline.

We're making the call today.

So, do you remember being there?

Yeah, I was swimming in snakes. I remember.

The man in the hazmat suit, his name is Bones.

- You ever heard of him?
- Nope.

- Fuck.
- Sophie and Hugo knew him.

They bought study drugs from him.

He's simulating disembowelling someone...

He's playing with snakes.

..in the exact same way as in the Donkey Pitch scene.

Are we gonna start arresting everybody

who's ever owned a reptile?

Look, Jack, the drugs...

Not surprised, but can't say I knew it.

So, bravo.

But where exactly do you think this is going?

I want you to formally reopen the Donkey Pitch investigation.

- I don't make that kind of call.
- But you could get it done.

Let's take a minute to imagine that conversation, shall we?

"Excuse me, Chief Inspector, sir,

"how I am always telling you how I'm not a moron?

"I think I might be.

"But I'm not sure because I'm a moron.

"So, could you reopen my case and double-check it?"

Yeah, that's not going to work.

This is a lead.

Why? Because you say it is?

The wrong man is in prison.

Minnet Kable is the Donkey Pitch killer.

One man couldn't possibly have carried out those murders.

You know that.

And my guess is that you've always known that.

There were complaints in your neighbourhood

around the time of your brother's abduction.

Did you know that?

Gosh, you didn't.

Complaints about what?

Kids thinking they were seeing things in the middle of the night.

Ended up being nothing. Nobody even wrote a report.

Scream had come out,

Messed with kids' heads.

I only asked because my old gaffer mentioned it

when I called him last night.

Tell me everything he said.

You accused me of knowingly putting an innocent man in prison.

Are you fucking with me?

That'd be awful.

Jack, you all right?

Yeah.

How's the case?

Yeah, fine.

Talk to the girl? The witness?

I did.

Right, then.

Actually...

You got a minute?

Does he seem familiar at all?

Sorry, no.

Never heard the name Bones either.

You really think this guy could have killed Sophie and Hugo?

I don't know.

You're young...

You go to an uptight school, you've got uptight parents,

you're under a lot of pressure.

Then someone like this comes along.

He's not selling drugs, he's selling an experience.

The promise that you'll get scared, which is exciting.

Because it's not real.

When you're a teenager and you're into someone,

you don't like them, right?

You worship them. You want to be like them.

You copy them.

Wear what they wear. Do what they do.

Like you're putting on their skin.

What about teenagers

playing scary practical jokes around town?

Maybe taking things too far?

If someone was really into Bones,

they might know his real name.

You mean, like, with Sophie?

What?

Sophie's mum called 999

a couple of weeks before the murders.

Said it was domestic abuse.

Like, from Sophie.

That wasn't in the Donkey Pitch case file.

I figured you knew...

If it's not in the case file, I don't know it!

Sorry.

The mum said Sophie'd become impossible,

bullying her with scary movie pranks.

No charges were filed, though.

Think the mum wanted to set the daughter straight

with a couple of uniforms showing up.

Did the original investigators know about the trouble

Sophie was in at home?

Yeah.

So, Lincoln and Matthews knew about the 999 call?

For sure. But it was Sophie getting in trouble with her mum.

They didn't think anything of it.

Do you want me to get you the report?

She's obsessed with horror movies.

I can't handle this any more.

I haven't slept in weeks!

I'm being bullied by my own daughter.

Ma'am, if you don't want to press charges...

I can't have a police record.

I hear her at night.

She makes noises, trying to scare me.

Ma'am, are you absolutely certain

your daughter is doing all of this?

She's not denying it.

If it wasn't her doing, then she'd say something.

Is it always this hard?

- We could use our mobiles.
- No!

No.

We're not supposed to. That was a very specific order.

But if we're in a hurry...

Our calls could be traced, you tit.

The answer is no.

- It still smells in here.
- You moved the bucket.

But it's still wafting in somehow.

I hate this house.

Don't know how these people can live here.

What do you think the family did to the boss?

What do you mean?

He wants us to do videos of the family suffering.

So he must really hate them.

What do you think they did?

I've no idea.

The boss isn't someone I'd want to cross.

He said that, once the family realises who he is,

they won't want to go to the police and report any of this.

Who could be so scary

that you wouldn't want to report THIS?

If you ask me,

the boss is a total nutter.

But he sure does pay well.

She seems to be settling in all right.

I'd say so,

Her foot's getting much better.

I can see it, on our walks.

Isn't that right?

Getting better every day.

I will find her owner,

I have to.

Of course.

Are you here to talk to me about Sophie?

You wanted me to look into the case, didn't you?

Something about it never felt quite right.

Those last few weeks...

...she was this shell of herself.

Exhausted.

On edge.

A lot of it was stress.

She told me she'd started vomiting at school.

She felt nauseous walking in, in the mornings.

Vomiting?

I know what you're thinking, but it wasn't that.

No, I know.

I'm not naive to what teenagers do.

But the coroner said...

I know.

I knew what was going on.

At night, with her mum.

The horror film things.

The fighting between them.

But I never asked Sophie about it.

Did she ever talk to you about her social life?

Friends. Boyfriends.

Someone besides Hugo?

No. Sorry.

Did she ever mention the name Bones?

Goodness, no!

I'd remember that one.

And what about raves?

She ever talk to you about that kind of thing?

I'm sure there were lots of those gatherings,

but I don't know very much about them.

Really, it's Emily you should be talking to.

Those two did everything together.

What's the big deal?

You never mentioned that Bones threw raves.

Fine. There were raves. We done now?

Any idea what Bones's real name is?

No. I told you. I never met him.

But Sophie was into him,

and you and Sophie talked about everything.

I don't think Sophie knew his real name either.

And if she did, she certainly never told me.

But what did she say about him?

The same thing as everyone else!

Cool raves, lots of drugs. That's it.

I don't know anything.

And Max says what you're doing is basically harassment,

so leave me alone, yeah?

I honestly don't think Minnet Kable is out there.

Honey...

Come on.

Yes!

Come on.

- Hey.
- You all right?

I'm fine.

But you're not supposed to ring anyone.

I know, but I needed...

You're sure you're all right?

Everything's fine. I didn't mean to worry you. I...

I needed to hear your voice.

Your agent rang.

You got a call-back!

You're joking.

You said I couldn't ring you so I didn't, but...

...it's that dishwashing advert.

You're not... you're not joking.

I wouldn't joke about that!

They said you felt "authentic".

I was going for authentic.

I wanted to be real,

They said you did this gesture...

I did!

And that wasn't in the script, that was me.

They loved it.

I can't believe it.

It's happening!

You're talented.

I believe in you.

And now it's finally happening.

I miss you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

But I'm getting tired of these marketing trips.

I know.

But this trip is a big one, and we need the money.

You said it didn't even pay that well.

We still need it. For the baby.

What matters more, a bit of money, or a father she can admire?

A father who knows his potential

and believes in himself enough to go after it?

This baby is going to love you more than anything in the world.

That's all that matters.

You don't belong in marketing.

Fuck it.

This is my last marketing trip.

Are you serious?

I'm completely serious.

I'm not a marketing executive.

I'm an actor...

...with a call-back.

Urinate.

- What?
- Not here, darling,

in the bathroom.

You're a fake.

I saw you.

You were pretending to do that Sudoku puzzle

when you were hurting my mum. You weren't really doing it.

It's an act.

You're not dangerous.

Not really.

You can piss yourself.

Lucia!

Lucia!

It's going to be all right!

Yes, it is.

What kind of things can make you throw up?

Not once, but regularly?

You talking about Sophie?

Yeah, her grandad said she was vomiting in the mornings.

She wasn't pregnant.

He thinks it was stress, but that seems extreme.

Lincoln know you're looking into her old case?

- She does.
- How does she feel about it?

You might want to watch it, Jack. She's got teeth,

- I'm aware.
- But not worried?

If she's got nothing to hide, then what is she hiding?

No detective wants someone poking around their cases.

Then solve it right the first time.

You're being hard on her.

She cared about those Donkey Pitch kids.

She's got a big heart,

Is it under the teeth or...?

All I'm saying is,

she's a tough lady with a sweet side.

She doesn't always show it.

No, now, don't look at me like that.

I'm a happily married man, but...

...she is something, isn't she?

So there were anti-depressants in Sophie's system

at the time of her death.

Those can make you vomit, right?

It's rare, but when you first start them,

How long had she been on them?

We're not sure. Her GP didn't subscribe them.

But it's a common tricyclic, it's within therapeutic range,

so someone prescribed them.

And what did her mum say about it?

Mum didn't know she was on antidepressants at all.

The only prescription Mum knew Sophie was on was antihistamines.

But there's no antihistamines in her system at the time of her death.

No.

So she stopped with the antihistamines

and started on antidepressants, all in secret?

Yeah.

A teenager expressing body autonomy

would be... extraordinary.

But if the anti-depressants were a recent thing,

then that could explain the vomiting the grandad was talking about.

So...

...mystery solved?

Emily said you were asking questions.

I'm not after much of your time.

She also said you were a real twat.

So you went to Bones's raves, yeah?

Sure. They were cool.

Do you know his real name?

No-one did.

Not even Sophie?

From what I understand, she was really into him.

Who told you that?

Come on, party's outside.

Best one you'll ever have.

Was Sophie imitating Bones?

What? No.

I told you, she wasn't even really into him.

I understand that you and Emily had had a row with Sophie and Hugo

a few weeks before they died.

So?

So, Sophie's mum had called the police on her.

Said she was pulling pranks at night,

pranks that really feel like things Bones would do.

Right.

So maybe Sophie was imitating Bones, you didn't know.

Sophie's mum was a menopausal maniac.

I guarantee you, she got hysterical over nothing.

You are missing out.

Look, if anyone is saying Sophie or Hugo were acting like Bones,

- they've got it wrong.
- Get it between her tits!

You seem really sure about that.

And you seem to forget that I'm doing you a courtesy right now.

I'm not a suspect.

I'm not even a person of interest.

Not now and not then.

When you lot questioned me after the murders,

my solicitor was really clear.

It's not my job to explain things to the police.

And honestly...

...it's not my fault that you are too stupid to understand

what they are looking at.

Want to tell me what that's supposed to mean?

Think I'm done being courteous.

Right, c'mon, I've got to get in on this.

Right, where we aiming?

Right in the cleavage.

I'll drive her home.

- She's fine.
- Go on.

I will drive her home.

Is this strictly necessary?

I reattached the line inside, but the phone's still not working.

Did you know they're switching off all landline phones in 2025?

Everyone's supposed to go internet-based.

But I worry about the older generation.

I don't think they're ready. What do you think?

What I think is that you shouldn't feel any pressure to rush

trying to find this phone cable.

Because there's a murderous lunatic romping about.

You prick.

Sorry.

Anyway, the cable's probably been damaged out here somewhere.

Wait!

Maybe the lunatic's damaged the cable?

Because usually it's a lawnmower,

but I'm pretty sure no-one's mowed the lawn since we've been here.

There it is!

Looks all right.

My God.

Smell's awful, isn't it?

It's in our fucking clothes. It's disgusting.

Wait.

You smell it now?

Yeah. It's terrible.

All I can think about.

You're lying.

Am not.

You're lying!

- Why?
- I am.

But I'm only trying to be a comfort.

I can see how much it's bothering you.

And it doesn't matter if the smell's real or not.

What matters is, it's real to you.

Who the fuck is that?

Think it's the neighbour.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Maybe she's found the dog. That would be good, yeah?

- How would that be good?
- You wanted to find it.

I wanted to find it because I didn't want anyone else to find it.

Did you never fully grasp that?

Tell me you remember our story.

Which one?

What do you mean, which one?!

Our story that we discussed in case we're seen.

I'm a photographer. You're my assistant.

We're taking pictures of the family's home for a magazine spread.

- Which magazine?
- I don't...

I don't know which fucking magazine.

- Maybe we're freelancers?
- Fine.

Bore da! I don't mean to intrude.

I thought I'd pop by and say hi to Tilly.

I'm Louise.

Live over there.

It's very nice to meet you.

- I'm...
- The family's not home.

That's so strange.

I could've sworn Tilly said

they'd be back in from London by now.

She's getting older.

Dates and such are the first to go.

Pardon me, but I don't think I caught your names.

So sorry. I'm Henry.

My name is Bardo.

- We're photographers.
- We're friends with Kiernan.

You're photographer friends of Kiernan?

But I... I thought he was in Hong Kong.

He is.

Still trying to close that deal.

It seems he always gets held up longer than planned.

I add two weeks to whatever he says.

That's smart!

Bardo. Brilliant.

So, if the family's not here,

then it's you two staying in the house?

It is rather large.

We feel a bit spoilt.

Really here to take a few photographs.

And it's not like we need more than one bedroom.

I understand.

We needed to get away, didn't we?

And Kiernan said the home was empty, so why not stay?

Yes, really, why not indeed?

Do you know what he said to me?

Do tell.

He said...

"Whether you come in to visit or to rest,

"when you enter our home, may you be blessed."

I didn't think Kiernan was religious at all.

Is someone else home?

Did Louise see it?

I don't know.

I can't see her any more.

Louise...

She won't be able to hear you, Tilly.

You have to make her see you!

She will see it!

Please!

Please, God.

It's the dog.

So Lucia finally persuaded them to get a dog?

She did, So we're dog sitting.

It loves playing with the curtains.

You know how dogs are.

Always on their backs, batting things about. Aw!

Would you come in for a bit?

We're making pancakes for dinner.

How fun! But I can't today.

Are you sure, Louise?

Let's not push now.

You can make more batter.

Another time.

But thank you.

And you two enjoy yourselves.

And if you see Tilly, do tell her I dropped by.

Does something smell?

Who are you?

I'm police. I'm taking you home.

How do you know where I live?

- I rang your mum.
- For fuck's sake...

She told me to drive you home.

And she told me to tell you to give her a call.

So please do it.

The phone's on the seat next to you.

She's worried about you.

What the fuck was that?

What? I thought it went quite well.

You invited her inside!

I was trying to be natural.

People around here are hospitable.

We have the family held hostage.

What if she'd said yes?

Wasn't really thinking of that at the time.

Right.

To be honest, I'm not sure what I would've done.

Hard question to answer.

Then, thundercock, here's a whopper of a follow-up.

What's the plan if she comes back?

Like, for pancakes?

And who the fuck is Kiernan?!

He's the older brother! He's in China on business!

- How do you know that?
- I read the paperwork.

On the family. With all the information.

- What paperwork?!
- The stuff the boss gave us!

The boss didn't give us any paperwork!

You didn't get it?

Right. That's it.

How much are you being paid for this job?

How much are you being paid?

I asked you first.

Whatever I say, you'll say you're being paid more.

So, how do I know you're being honest?

Fine. Fine.

All right.

We write down our daily rate. Exchange the pieces of paper.

- Agreed?
- Agreed.

I'm really sorry.

Fuck!

Are you stupid, Mrs Anchor-Ferrers?

Or is it an act?

Nah, you're not stupid.

But you like that people think you are, don't you?

Because then no-one expects anything.

No-one holds you accountable.

All three of you will die in this house, don't you?

You do, don't you?

When the time comes,

I'm going to let you pick who goes first.

No, please no.

No...

What are you doing to her?!

What are you doing to her?

You leave my wife alone!

God, I hate you.

However, the whole ankle thing really was an accident.

Never heard the name Bones.

Sorry.

He was into horror movie stuff.

Scaring people. Blood and guts.

Hugo ever talk about that kind of thing?

No.

We knew Hugo went to gatherings,

but we never asked questions.

We were lenient.

Some parents said too lenient.

How so?

We used to let the kids have beer and bonfires over there.

Made sure no-one drove after drinking.

It was no big deal, but you could trust Hugo.

He was a good kid.

He wasn't like...

We have another son.

Theo.

He's always been a problem.

So there no changes in Hugo's behaviour, then?

Nothing different about him, before he died?

No. I'm sorry, I really have to...

Because there were changes in Sophie's behaviour.

Things were going on, in their house, at night.

Sophie's mum, she was at her wits' end.

I need to know that, if I say something,

it won't go on Hugo's record.

We don't charge people with crimes after they've passed.

Hugo's mum and I were divorcing.

I'd had an affair.

It hit Hugo pretty hard.

He started doing things at home.

He started planting pornography around the house.

At night.

Videos cued up on the telly, so it'd play when we turned it on.

And it wasn't normal pornography.

It was violent.

Awful.

Did you ever confront Hugo about it?

He fessed up straight away.

Was there any chance he was covering for his brother?

Happened at times when Theo wasn't even in the house.

Trust me, it was Hugo.

Hugo was the good son. It shouldn't have been Hugo who...

I shouldn't have said that.

I'm sorry.

We used to let the kids have beer and bonfires over there.

Hugo was the good son.

You shut up!

I need to know what you know about my brother.

There were three calls,

from three different houses in the area.

All spread out over a few months.

Different officers each time.

Nobody wrote a report because there was nothing to write about.

So... no-one joined the dots.

Until your brother was abducted.

It's wasn't like there were going to write a report then, was it?

It'd look like they'd fucked up.

The calls were from parents, who were spooked

because their kids had said

that they'd seen a man in their bedrooms,

sitting on their windowsill.

They said he was watching them, while they slept.

I thought they were nightmares.

I thought they started after Ewan was taken.

Because Ewan was taken.

And what did you see?

Was it your neighbour?

I don't know.

What if they weren't nightmares?

What if he was really in our home and I saw him and I did noth...?

I could have done something about it.

So, I'm joining this forum and telling my story today

to help process some transphobic feelings

I've had in my past.

I didn't like the idea that a man could become a woman

because, honestly, I didn't like men.

And I know that's not right and not fair,

but maybe if you see some of the ways I used to be

electronically assaulted by men, then you'll understand.

Imagine waking up to this image on your mobile

when you're a kid.

Emily posted a picture online.

What the fuck?

You can't come here!

It was taken two weeks before the Donkey Pitch murders.

I don't know anything about a picture.

I genuinely believe the world would be a better place

without guys like you.

And I honestly know how to make this look like a drowning. OK?

Now, that picture was sent around the entire school.

And when the police questioned you about it,

your solicitor jumped in real fucking quick.

Almost like he didn't want you to explain anything to us.

Why is that so picture important?

Because it's Hugo!

It was sent from a pay-as-you-go. How do you know it was him?

Trust me, it's him. But no-one else knows but me.

Not even Emily. Look, I never said anything.

We might have been fighting, but he was still my mate.

Then, why not tell the police it was Hugo?

I was scared!

He and I had fallen out when he got killed, OK?

What if someone thought that I had something to do with him dying?

Who sent the picture?

- Hugo did.
- No. He didn't.

People do it all the time. It's called a dick pic.

I know what a dick pic is, you little prick,

but no-one sends out a dick pic that looks like that.

He's soft. It's not exactly flattering, is it?

Hugo didn't even take that picture.

It looks like he's sleeping. It looks...

What?

Hugo's mum and I were divorcing.

It hit Hugo pretty hard.

He was angry.

He started planting pornography around the house.

Violent.

Awful.

Sophie's mum called 999

a couple of weeks before the murders.

The mum said Sophie had become impossible.

I hear her at night.

She makes noises, trying to scare me.

She's obsessed with horror movies.

Ma'am, are you absolutely certain

that your daughter is doing all of this?

She's not denying it.

If it wasn't her doing, then she'd say so.

Was Sophie imitating Bones?

No, she wasn't even really into him.

Sophie's mum had called the police on her,

said she was pulling pranks at night,

pranks that really feel like things Bones would do.

The only prescription

Mum knew Sophie was on was antihistamines.

So she stopped with the antihistamines,

and started on antidepressants, all in secret.

Those last few weeks, she was a shell of herself.

Did she ever talk to you about her social life?

Did she ever mention the name Bones?

Why did Sophie and Hugo take the blame

for something they weren't doing?

Caffery.

Jack, don't hang up.

I borrowed my mum's mobile, so that you'd answer.

I went to your home, to get my things,

but I didn't go inside because...

...your front door was open.

That's scissors.

Someone's cut the landline from inside the house

There's something I have to tell you.

What?

It's about the deer carcass.

What about the deer carcass?

There wasn't a deer carcass.

It was the bucket...

...and what was in it.

"I am Oliver George Anchor-Ferrers

"and I am of sound mind.

"Two men, posing as police officers,

"have taken us hostage in our home."

What are we doing?

I want to see the deer's last meal.

"DI Honey is roughly five feet, eight inches tall.

"Slight build.

"Mid 30s.

"English.

"Of South Asian decent."

What does that look like to you?

It looks like... meat.

Deer don't eat meat.

"DS Molina is of a similar height and weight, but he's younger.

"Caucasian.

"Welsh."

This isn't buck shot.

This is a dental filling.

These are human intestines.

"I presume both names are fraudulent.

"I also presume that, if you're reading this,

"these men have killed us.

"I love my children.

"I love my wife.

"We have been a very happy family.

"But there are things we have hidden.

"Secrets we've never shared.

"Truths that have been buried so long...

"...most days they feel like a dream.

"But the time for dreaming is over.

"It is time to admit who we really are."

Caffery.

What?

I did, I did. Sorry.

I requested a prison visit.

Minnet Kable. He's...

Thursday. I'll be there. Thank you.