All language subtitles for Truelove s01e05.eng

BIRD CAWS

I'll go first. Mm-hm.

Give it a few minutes.

I just think...separate's better.

Sure.

BIRDS CHIRP

Hi, Dave. Hi. Hi.

Hi.

Can you feel that?
She's close to us now.

Let's take a minute to commune
with Marion.

David and Marion have chosen
a hornbeam sapling -

a glorious native species,
to be planted above her.

This young tree will draw its
energy

from Marion's energy as she
reintegrates with the universe.

A small warning -
it was Marion's wish

that she be interred vertically.

It's the most ecological way.

So, as we lower her,

there may be some slight movement
from within the casket.

Just gravity. It's...
nothing to be alarmed about.

QUIET MURMURING

Let's now take a minute
with our thoughts.

Hello. Thank you so much for coming.
It's very nice to see you.

Uh, do have a drink, and there'll be

some food coming along later.
Thank you.

Hi, Ken, thanks for coming. Yeah.

David. Jean.

Cheers, thanks.

A white wine and a... A b...

After you.

No, please. He was first.

A white wine and a brandy, please.

Large or small? Large.

Nigel...
There's nothing to say, Ken.

Thank you.

Of course. Howie, nice to see you.
Thanks for coming.

How are you?

I'm...OK.
A bit better than THAT, I suspect.

Is that whisky? In fact, brandy.

Just a steadier. It's not like you.

Well, people change, Phil.
Isn't that what we've learned?

I could have had a thing -
did you know that?

Since we're all being honest now.

Jenny, in the Weston branch.

1999. The millennium.

She was in love with me.

Nigel... I'm...I'm fine.

Another one of these,
I'll be even better.

HE SIGHS

Oh. Uh, sorry.

I'm looking for the men's room.

Oh. Were you?

We were...trying to hide.

Kate. Um...

Ken Holding.

Um, Kate I'm...I'm really sorry.

Oh, well, I'm glad someone is.

Mum certainly isn't.

Do you, um,
do you know what's really annoying?

It's my generation that's supposed
to be the fuck-ups, not...

You are supposed to be
the strong, silent types,

not a bunch of fucking emotional
incontinents.

Sorry.

Yeah. Sorry.

Not...I'm not angry with you.

Um, I should be going.

Yeah, go.
It's nice to, um, meet you.

Yes, yes. Yes. And you, Kate.

QUIET CHATTER
That was a beautiful service.

Ken!

Excuse me.

Are you OK, Nigel?

No, Ken. I'm not OK.

How can I be OK
with you...lurking around here?

Lurking in the back of her mind,
where you've always been.

Look, let's just calm down
and get a cup of coffee.

GLASS SMASHES

Just bloody put them up.

Put 'em up?

Come on, come on.

Nigel, what the hell are you doing?!

Urgh.Uh, hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Come on, it's OK.

It's not OK! Come on, it's OK.

Let go of me! It's OK.
It's not OK! It's OK.

SOBS: It's not!

Oh, Christ.

It's OK. It's OK. You're OK.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come here.

I never imagined being alone
in my 70s.

Well, only if you'd died.

Right.

What am I supposed to do, Phil?

Please, just come home.

BRAKES SQUEAK

I'll call you.

I'm sorry.

It's OK, Dad.

What's up with Grandpa?

Granny.

Hi. Hi.

Should I be switching
to one of those? Oh. No.

Were you a friend of Marion's?

Yes. Yeah. Phil.

Sunita. I was her doctor, her GP.

Good of you to come. Friends too.

We, um, well, my husband and I,

we took over David's practice
after he retired.

Oh. So, Marion was...

She was lovely.

SNIFFLES
Sorry... Sorry.No, that's OK.

Can I have a real one?

PHIL CHUCKLES
Of course!Thank you.

Don't tell any of my patients.

It's just so awful. I know.

But she would only have got worse.

I missed it.

And I can't believe I missed it.
Missed what?

The dementia.

I had no idea.

I wish David had brought her
in to see us.

I mean, suicide, it's just...

Of course. Yes. She really wasn't
herself by the end.

It's a terrible shock.

The last few years have been
very, very difficult.

She was very distressed.
It's a terrible condition.

Sorry, excuse me.
Will you excuse me?

Have you come to save me?

I've had the same conversation
100 times.

I was talking to Marion's GP.

Oh, yes? Nice girl.

Yeah, she, uh, she said something
quite odd, David.

Really? What?

She said she didn't know
about Marion's dementia.

Why should she?

We saw her for the odd flu jab,
but she wasn't our doctor doctor.

She's a bit useless.

I just... She worried me.

Oh, she's very nice.

But she's not the sharpest.

But, David,
you did get a second opinion?

Yes, of course. Just not from her.

From who, then?

What IS this?

Sorry. Sorry.

RAIN LASHES

THUNDER RUMBLES

SHE SIGHS

SHE PANTS

Phil?

Hi.

I, uh, went to your house but was
told I might find you here.

This really isn't a good moment,
Ayesha. Well...

I listened to the song.

What? You're right. It was great.

But I also went to the pub where you
all stayed after Dennis's funeral.

The Truelovers Knot.

And I have CCTV footage from

the boat yard where Tom Richards
kept his boat.

It shows two older people taking out
a rib on the day he died.

Right.

I've had just about enough of this.

How DARE you talk about Dennis,
about Tom, my friends?

How dare you turn up uninvited

and harass people
when they're trying to grieve?

Truelove, Phil.
I know what Truelove means.

Oh, please.

Where were you at 11pm on the night
of Marion Crownshaw's death?

Do you have a warrant
for my arrest?

Then, what is this?

You're a child.

You can't just walk away from this.

Thank you for meeting me.

Well, Terrie wants Dalia to have
a grandad.

How's she sleeping?
Yeah. Pretty good. She can go four,

sometimes five hours now. Mm.
And we take turns getting up.

Your mother did all that.

That was a different time.

Yeah. Mm.

You remember me when I was a kid?

Of course.

You were cute.

Loud...but cute.

Yeah.

Do you remember me?

A bit.

Your smell.

Yeah? Yeah.

Old Spice and beer.

Yeah.

And that's all? Yeah, that's about
all, Dad. You left when I was five.

OK, all right.

You know, actually...

I saw you get in a fight once. Ah.
You remember that?

Yeah. Look, I was... Oh, yeah,
we were...we were in a car park

and this guy parked in front of us.

He blocked us in. He wouldn't move.

And you just lost it.

I was terrified.

You know, sometimes I worry that
I'm like you cos I do get angry.

Oh, son, you are nothing like me.

I was all messed up back then,
you know, my job was just...

Yeah, is this where you blame
the Army?

Look, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have asked to meet you.
Come on, Marty. Come on.

Hey.

You know, if you always just leave,

you never get to the bit
where someone forgives you

or...or tries to, at least.

Apparently that bit can be
quite nice.

Leach. L-E-A-C-H.

Deputy Chief Constable Leach -
retired.

Ma'am?

What...?
To what do we owe the pleasure?

Hello, Michael.
How are you keeping?

Can't complain.

Still in uniform.

Yep. Good for you.

Uh, is she allowed through, Sarge?

Absolutely. Buzz her in.

Lady Leach doesn't like
to be kept waiting.

DOOR BUZZES

KNOCKS DOOR

Ma'am?

DCC Leach here to see you.

You have a young PC here,
Ayesha Kareem.

Gonna be an excellent officer.

Bright, hardworking.

Definitely one to encourage.
I agree.

But?

She reached out to me unofficially
for some mentoring.

Oh, that's good of you.
Can't see you doing any harm?

Well, she's got an idea in her head,

and she's taken to hanging around
some of my friends.

Turning up unannounced...in uniform.

So, what is this idea
that PC Kareem's got?

Look, it's silly beyond words.

Our friends are passing on,
and she seems

to be seeing some kind of pattern,

apart from us being old and ill.

I'd brush it aside, it's nonsense,

but it's getting
a tiny bit obsessive.

I felt I ought to tell you,
informally,

that she's crossed a line.

And she has form, I believe.

Well, that's something that...
I'm not gonna make a complaint.

God knows you've all got enough
on your plates. Mm.

But perhaps...

..a gentle word.

Constable.

Ma'am.

In here.

Now!

I�It's not just mentoring.

I'm looking into something.

Have you opened a file?

No, but I'm going to today.
I've got enough now.

Let's have it, then.

W-what, now?

Mm. You have the floor.

Well, can I close the door? No.

OK. Um...

I think it started at the funeral of
a man called Dennis Wilkins.

This was last year. I think they all
made a promise to each other.

Who's "they"?
A group of old friends in their 70s.

They all went to the same school,
grew up together.

And what is it they were meant
to be doing?

They're killing each other, Ma'am.
Or...

..really, helping each other to die.

Assisted suicide? Yes. Yeah. Right.

So, you're saying, and...let me just
make sure I have got this right,

you're saying that retired
Deputy Chief Constable Leach,

one of THE most-decorated officers
that this station has ever seen,

and by the way, a trailblazer for
women in the force,

is a serial killer.

Put it like that, it sounds bad.

SHE SNIFFLES

Never forget this feeling.

Next time you have a Wacky Races
notion, just channel this moment.

And that's it?
You're not even gonna look into it?

Just be grateful
there's no disciplinary.

I'm right, Sarge, I know I'm right.

Well, you said you were right
before the last disaster.

David Crownshaw was not upset enough
about his wife's death.

You spoke to him. You saw it.

There aren't rules...
for how someone should grieve.

And you of all people should
know that.

With all respect, sir,
that has nothing to do with this.

The man was in shock.
You saw what Marion was like,

the state she was in!

And we went through that
at the time, PC Kareem.

They've killed people, Sarge.
They have. And I can prove it.

You need to take some time off.

No, Sarge, I'm not...

It's not a suggestion.

Fine.

Desmond.

Ma'am. DCC Leach.

How are the dead treating you?
Are they behaving?

Oh, they don't change.
Well, actually they do.

They've been getting fatter.
I need bigger and bigger scalpels.

Oh, Christ! No, it's true.
So, what can I do for you, Phil?

It's a bit...delicate.

One of your recent clients was
a dear old friend,

Marion Crownshaw, Burnham-on-Sea.

Suicide.

We buried her yesterday.
Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Some of the family are concerned
about their genetic inheritance.

Marion didn't talk
about her illnesses,

was very private about all that.

In particular,
there's a worry about dementia,

which apparently runs in the family.

I just wondered how serious
or advanced it was in Marion,

if you could tell that from the PM?

No, I don't remember that. We didn't
really dig around up there.

Wasn't looking for that.
Have I missed something?

No, no, I'm sure not.
It's just they're worried,

and I said I could find out.

Well, I've got the toxicology.

ZIP
That would tell us

if she was taking anything
for that condition.

Oh, that's an idea. Right...

Antidepressants...

..uh, painkillers,

statins...and then the stuff
that actually did the job.

And for dementia?

There's nothing. You're sure?

There's nothing here.
You can reassure the family.

But she was convinced she had it.

Well, so would I be
if I was on that many meds.

It's quite the combo.

Some of these don't really get
prescribed any more.

LIGHTER SPARKS REPEATEDLY

HE SIGHS

Ah, Phil.

"The royal wedding,
29th of July, 1981.

"His Royal Highness Prince Charles
and Lady Diana Spencer."

Ha. God... All that hope.

And what remains?

Knick-knacks and tat.

Where are you gonna go?

Uh, Tom's cottage, to start.

A relief to escape this place,
if I'm perfectly honest.

But ultimately Spain, I think.

Andalucia.

The final chapter.

David, I need to talk to you.

Yeah, of course. Let's go in.

I'll put the kettle on. Here's fine.

You and Marion got married
in September, didn't you?

Yes. Why?

I was pregnant with Kate,
but only just.

Nigel and I hadn't told anyone yet.

Right?

Why did the Post-it note say
the 2nd of October?

What? The PIN number for the bank.

Your wedding anniversary.

Why did you give Marion
the wrong date?

Did Marion have dementia, David?

Oh, Phil...

Because she wasn't taking
any medication for it.

She was, Phil.

Look,
I know Sunita has made you worry.

I spoke to the pathologist, David.

She wasn't on anything for dementia

because she didn't have dementia.

Did she need all those drugs
she was taking, David?

Because it was quite the cocktail,
wasn't it?

Did you plan it?

Did you confuse her on purpose?

But I didn't kill her, did I?

No, in fact,
I was 100 miles away

while you and Ken were doing that.

So,

if you...mention this theory
of yours to anyone,

I'll happily go to the police

and tell them everything
about Marion,

about Tom and we'll ALL go down.

You, me,

and dear, old Ken.

So, I'm sorry, Phil,
you'll have to excuse me.

I've got an awful lot of stuff
to sort out.

You must leave,
now take what you need

You think will last...

BREATHES DEEPLY

But whatever you wish to keep

You better grab it fast...

PHIL BREATHES HEAVILY

Look out, baby,
the saints are comin' through...

HORN BLASTS

And it's all over now, baby blue

A-And it's all over,
it's all over now, baby blue.

HE PANTS

Uh, how is she?

Stable. Conscious.

Can we see her? Not yet.

Do you know what happened?

No other vehicles involved,
apparently.

Do you know what she was
doing there? I don't know.

She didn't say anything to you? No.

Phillipa Leach next of kin?
Yeah, that's us.

Has she been taking any medication?
Um, no, no.

Here she is.

Oh, you look good. Doesn't she?

She looks well.
Don't worry about the car.

It's, uh, it's gonna be fine.
Superficial damage only.

Why are you speaking so loud?
I'm right here.

What did the doctors say?

Nothing. Doing tests.

They've given me a pill.

Actually, rather nice.
You're gonna be right as rain.

You just need
to look after yourself.

You've been burning the candle
at both ends.

That's one way of putting it.
Is there anything you need?

Yes. Cigarette, please.

Slippers.

Everyone in hospital needs slippers.

He's here, isn't he?

Ken.

I need to see him, please.

Alone.

Sorry, love.

Dad... Give me a minute, Kate,
please.

Look...

We can get over this...
this silliness.

I know we can.

I mean, what is this,
if not a wake-up call, eh?

Nigel...

I'm not coming home.

Hmm. How are you feeling?

Magnificent.

Bordering on regal.

What did they say?

Nothing.

Tests.

Mm-hm.

What were you doing down there?
Hmm?

Got me worried.

I need to talk to you. All right.

Not here.

Can you drive one of those?

I can't believe I'm enabling this.

Well?

What did the doctor say?

It's not that. What?

I went to see David.

I was on my way back from David
when I had the accident.

Oh...OK.

How is he?

I also spoke to Marion's GP

and the pathologist
who...looked after her.

Why would you do that?

Marion...wasn't ill...

..like we thought she was.

What?

What are you saying?

She wasn't.

She didn't have it. Dementia.

She may have had other things.
She probably did.

But not that.

He...persuaded her,

persuaded us that she had it.

No. She was ill.

She was...she was desperate...Phil.
We saw her.

We were with her.
She was in agony. No...

He lied about their wedding date,
Ken.

He made up the details on
the Post-it. He was tricking her.

He had her on God knows how many
drugs for I don't know how long.

He wanted to get rid of her.

He used us.

It's my fault.

I'm gonna make it right.

I'm gonna call the police.

You can't make this right!
She's dead!

HE PANTS

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Hello?

You know what Truelove is, David?

Ken, look,

I don't know what nonsense
Phil has been telling you, but...

It's something we do
for our friends.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Who is it?

Mr Crownshaw, it's Sergeant Stone.
We met the other week.

I'm sorry to bother you.
What do you want?

Why aren't you in uniform?
I'm off to footy.

I was just passing. I had a couple
of things to ask you if that's OK.

Ah. More questions? About Marion?

Are you, uh,
are you going somewhere?

No, no. I just...

I might go and stay at my
brother-in-law's place

for a few days. Not far. Just,
you know, to get away from here.

I understand.

What do you want? Can I just pop in
for five minutes?

We're kicking off in half an hour.

All right, come inside. Mm.

I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you.

She was a lovely lady.

What? Uh, it was me that gave her
the trackies at the station.

Oh, yes, of course.

Uh, thank you. No bother.

Look, I'm sorry,
but what's this all about?

It's just something that's been
bothering us, that's all.

Just playing on my mind.

Seeing her that day,
she seemed so helpless.

I just, well, I didn't want to miss
anything.

Cos I'd feel dreadful.

What do you mean?

Well, was she capable of it?

What are you talking about?

I mean, I know what's happened is
tragic, I know,

but I mean, I-I, I mean, I just,
I can't...

Where did you say you were going
again?

Well, only down the...the coast.
Why?

You needing a passport for that?

I also wanted to ask you
about Dennis Wilkins' funeral.

About the Truelovers Knot.

About what was discussed there...

..by you and your friends.

Uh...

Look, look, I understand.

An illness like dementia is...
it's devastating.

But I think we need to talk
about this officially,

don't you?

Might that be a good idea?

Why don't you come back
to the station with me, eh?

Hmm?

We can sort this out.

Agh!

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