All language subtitles for Joan.S01E05.Episode.5.1080p.WEBRip.x265-DH

- What can I do you for?
- DS Harris.

You heard anything
about an art theft in Sussex?

We've gotta get rid
of that painting.

Can't sell it now, can we?
Just chuck it in the river.

I can't fight Kelly's adoption

with the police sniffing around.

- What do you suggest, Joan?
- We go straight.

- Do you know him well enough?
- I do, yeah.

We can say anything to one
another. There's no secrets.

Can you think
of any unusual suspects?

The Irish. They've always
got money to spend.

I've found a buyer
for the STUBBS.

We agreed that
you'd chuck it in the river.

A work of art is not going
in the river.

That's the woman involved.
That robbery in Sussex.

All you've gotta do
is work for me.

I'm not a grass, Tom.

'You've organized a sale
with the IRA, '

and you didn't tell me?

Jessica Cunningham to see
Hugo Saxton.

When Jessica confirms she's
happy with what she sees,

I'll call Michael,
he'll give you the cash.

We had a deal.

- Leave, while you still can.
- I really do...

- Police! Get down!
- Urgh, argh!

Have you been following me?

I'm sorry. I tried
to offer you a way out.

Pigs. You're all the same.

'I'm truly sorry,

'but I think it's better
if you don't speak to Kelly

'while you're
in your current environment.'

There's nothing left.

Everything I've worked for...

the Irish have destroyed it all.

How'd they
even find the warehouse?

I don't know. Threatened
one of my old mates,

put a gun to their head?

- You tell me.
- Fuck.

You're gonna need to warn Joan.

They'll be after her an' all.

She's inside on remand.

When's that ever stopped
the IRA?

Don't let her do a deal, Boisie.

Shit.

- When?
- Two nights ago.

Oh, bloody hell. Everything?

Everything. Art, books...

My stones?

It's all ash.

Oh, fucking hell.

I've got less than what
I started with.

I've got nothing.

Snap.

So, what you gonna do?

I-I'll start again.
I've done it before.

But... you need to
watch your back

in case they try and send you
a message as well.

What? In here?

- Just lay low, hide.
- How?

There's nowhere to fucking go!

It's just a couple of days,
until your bail hearing.

So, what is it? A punishment

for bringing the pigs
to their door?

Or a warning.
You know, not to make a deal.

- What? With the law?
- Been done before.

But it would open
a whole can of worms

for me and Albie as well.

You're not worried
that I'd do that?

Course not.

I need to see my brief,
all right?

- Joan...
- Get him in.

I left photos for you.

Do you know her?

- No.
- She seems to know you.

So, your bail hearing's
on Monday.

All being well, you'll be
released until your trial.

And then?

I'll contact you
when we get a date for court,

should be
in about four to six months.

The most important thing you
can do between now and then

is to stay out of trouble.

But you think I'll get off,
yeah?

I mean, my husband said that
it'll probably be...

I'll try my best,
Mrs Hannington,

that's all I can do.

What if your best
isn't good enough?

You're looking at
a long stretch.

Worst-case scenario...

...ten years.

You wouldn't necessarily
serve it all,

but you do have
multiple juvenile convictions.

And I see you stole a car...
in... April.

They have strong evidence -
a witness -

that links you
to the armed robbery

where the painting was stolen,

so it's not simply the fraud
at the London hotel,

- it goes much further than...
- No, no, no, no, no.

I can't do ten years. I can't.

- You'll adapt.
- Mm.

People do.

I'll lose everything.

Everything that I've ever
fought for.

My daughter. She's only six.

Then might I make a suggestion?

Make a deal?

- If you help them...
- No.

...to land a bigger fish,
one of your associates...

No. Not a chance, no.

...then you'd get
to see your daughter grow up.

I'm Joan.

We've mutual friends.

Tell 'em I had no idea
the law was following me.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

What I'm saying is,
I'm not your enemy. OK?

I don't want any trouble.

How about you crack on and
let me get on with my dinner?

Sit down.

Trying to rip off the RA?

You'd better be tougher
than you look.

If you touch me, I'll get you
put in seg so fucking fast.

What?

I just had a right moment
with that girl from the IRA.

Yeah.

Can I get you something? Water?

- Shit. That looks bad.
- Yeah.

At least
she didn't smash up my face.

I know a lass can get you
codeine.

No, I don't want anything
from anyone.

I need a clear head for my
bail hearing in the morning.

Hope you get out.
Not safe for you in here.

See you at the trial. Be good.

All right?

What happened?

Did something happen?

You'll feel better after a bath.

Wash the smell of prison
off you.

- It's OK. You're home now.
- OK?

Yeah. I can look after you.

When have you ever
looked after me?

We go to Spain, I carry
the gear through Customs.

That's not fair.

You agree to go straight,
you send me to the IRA.

- I didn't force you.
- I was in the room with them.

And I was right next door.

You're always next door.

We'll work something out.
We always do.

What?

Boisie, what?

Well, I don't know yet.

If I make a deal,
the IRA kill me.

If I don't, I'll get ten years.

I have to get away.

"Away" away?

Yeah, we have to run.
Start a new life abroad.

Look, I get where you're
coming from...

- All right.
- ..right?

But it's not that simple.

You're facing a serious charge.

Oh, thanks, I forgot.

And I've got everything here.

You've lost all your stock.

- Still, I can't...
- What?

Pack up your fucking shop?

How do we even pay for it?

- I'll do a job.
- Nicking a ring

ain't gonna be
enough for a whole new life.

- Then I'll do a bigger job.
- Like what?

I don't know yet.

No, I really think we need to

take our chances
with the courts.

"We"? How many times?
There is no fucking "we".

It's me facing the stretch.
Me the IRA came after.

They came after me an' all!
Destroyed everything I had.

You're telling me
we got the same?

Joan.

I'm sorry.

If I did come up with a job...

...would you at least
think about it?

You can spend a lifetime
on your own

and tell yourself you're
happy, but...

I'll do whatever you need, Joan.

This is all very mysterious.

I can't go to jail.
I wanna relocate to Spain.

No extradition treaty yet,
so the cops won't come.

Exactly.

Can you set us up?

Well, is that you,
or you and Boise?

Does it make a difference?

Hm. Anything's possible.

But it won't be cheap.

You got the Irish in.
You owe me.

Look, I... I can't just
magic up cash for a new life.

Right? There's papers,
tickets, a motor,

and that's before
you get to the villa.

You need capital to live off.

Spain's all... corrupt as hell.

- It's all backhanders.
- I can get money.

You know Boise lost everything
in the fire?

- I'm gonna do another job.
- What, on bail?

I've got nothing left to lose.

Hm. Gonna need to nick
a bloody big rock.

Yeah.

You better get thinking, then.
Come up with a plan.

I'll get on it my end.

Joan?

Oh, Mr Jones.

Now, now. You know it's Bernard.

How lovely to see you.

How's your father?

Oh, I am so sorry, lovey.

Hi.

My usual, please,
but, er, I'll eat in.

Yeah, OK.

Egg and cress on brown,
no salt, lightly peppered.

You remember. I'm touched.

Well, you were always so good
to me.

Took a chance on me
when no-one else would.

What are you doing back here?

Just moved to the area.

I suppose I do get a bit lonely,

but... I haven't really
felt up to

trying for a new position.

No. Working for a boss
I don't know, a stranger.

I, er... SHE LAUGHS

I must admit,
I was trying to bump into you.

Hoping that you'd be good
on your word and take me back.

Joan, I'm sorry, but
I replaced you straight away.

Kirsty. Fine young lass.

God.

Sorry, how silly of me. Sorry.

But...

...round about the time
you left,

we had a bit of an issue
with another member of staff -

Miss Foley.

Issue?

Remember you told me
she had, er, money problems?

Oh. Dimly, yeah, yeah.

Well, she only went and stole
five stones from the safe.

I know. Can't prove it's her,

but I had to give her the boot.

Did you get the police in?

Mm, didn't want anyone digging
in the books.

Here you are.

Can I buy you lunch?

Oh, no, thanks, I'm not hungry.

No, you don't wanna ruin
that lovely figure.

So, in fact,
we are a little short-staffed.

And, er... HE CHUCKLES.

...I miss that smile.

What is it?

Bernard's, where I used to work.

What do you mean?

I mean go for quantity,
not quality.

I mean clear the place out.

All the stones from the safe,

every gold and platinum
wedding band,

necklaces, bracelets,

earrings for Mum,
cuff links for Dad,

christening mugs,
Valentine's gifts.

I mean every single piece

of that fucked-up,
fucking "premier collection".

Now, that would buy us
a new life.

You're bloody brilliant, Joan.

So, you think we can
pull it off?

I think you can do...

...anything.

I was thinking... we should
bring Albie into the job

as well as sorting the flit.

We're gonna need a driver,
right?

And he's done jobs to this
kind of scale before.

This is gonna take some
planning.

But this job, I mean,
it's just for us, yeah?

Joan, we're moving to Spain
together

and never coming back.

Does it get more "us" than that?

OK.

Can we get a villa with a pool?

Yeah.

- And a view of the sea?
- And a view of the sea.

SHE GASPS And a terrace?

- And a terrace.
- And a lemon tree

in a little, fucking pot?

Lemon tree in a little,
fucking...

You know what I've always
wanted?

Diamond tiara?

SHE LAUGHS What?

- It's a pet.
- Yeah.

- A baby tiger.
- Oh, for God's sake.

I mean, we can give it back
when it gets big.

Joan Hannington, I'm sorry,

I draw the line at a baby tiger.

- All right, just a cat, then.
- You don't like cats.

Yeah, but Kelly will love it.

- What?
- Kelly.

We've never stayed
anywhere you can have pets.

But Kelly's not coming.

Of course she is.

That's the whole bloody point.

You never said...

You... You just assumed that...

That you knew me? Yeah.

That you'd know
that she was the reason.

That I'd never leave her behind.

Oh, Joan. Jesus Christ.

What? It makes no difference.

Are you serious? We can't
take a kid on the run.

We have to. I have to.
You know I do.

No, no, no. It's far too
risky. It's not fair on her.

- I'm doing it for her.
- For you.

For both of us.
We have to be together.

Boisie, please, it has to work.

No. I'm sorry. If Kelly comes,
you're on your own.

- What's fucking new?
- Joan, wait.

I'm not going without her.

I had an idea.

We go on our own,
and I'll come back for her.

When?

Once we're settled
in a safe area.

Nice villa,
swimming pool and a lemon tree

and a school nearby.

Like a proper family home.

You'd come back for Kelly?

Risk that for me?

Yeah, once we're sorted.

Well, how long's that gonna be?

Couple of months. Year, max.

It'll probably be less.

Look, you'll be together
in the end.

Isn't that what matters?

It's the only way.
Surely you can see that?

Well?

OK.

Sure?

With you in a tick.

Welcome, Joan.

- Welcome back.
- Glad to be back.

And you're sure you're ready?

Oh, yes. Raring to go.

I just hope
I haven't forgotten anything.

All the days of the deliveries,

all the locks and whatnot.

It's been a bit of a tough time.

Of course.

And I've had to up the security

since the Linda issue.

More cameras?

And a panic button...

straight through to the police.

When were you thinking?

During the stock-take
next Thursday.

He likes to close
for half a day now,

so one o'clock.

You wanna plan a heist
during broad daylight?

Are you bloody crazy?

You can't see inside
the shop from the street.

The doors'll be bolted.

As long as we're quiet,
proper quiet, no-one'll know.

What about security?

There's cameras everywhere,

so you will need to wear
balaclavas.

- And false plates for a van.
- Mm-hm.

There is a panic button that
goes straight to the pigs.

It's connected under a cabinet.

So, I'll cut the wires,
and then once we've closed up,

I'll lead Bernard
into the safe room.

- Well, how?
- Oh, believe me,

I can arrange that.

You OK with that, mate?

It's me that needs to be OK
with it.

And I am.

You know the first people
the police are gonna suspect

are gonna be employees, Joan,
husbands of employees.

We'll be on our way to Heathrow

- before the police arrive.
- As soon as they do,

they'll fax an alert to
all the airports.

You'll never leave the country.

And you're on bail, so you're
looking at 15 years, not ten.

OK, then we'll get a ferry.

Can't we find a quiet port,
slip through the net?

I've got a mate who works at
Newhaven. It'll cost, though.

I'll look into it.

Right, it's agreed.
We'll leave by boat.

Back to Bernard's.
Access through the alley here.

There's three windows,
one in the toilet,

two in the back room.

Or the window on the back door.

We'll recce.

You'll need to play
the innocent victim.

Yeah, act brave,

like you don't wanna give me
the safe code straight away.

Of course.

After we've cleared the safe,
we'll start on the shop front.

Where's Bernard?

He has to stay in the back

while Joan and I
strip the place.

We'll need another man
to watch him.

- Why can't you do it?
- I'm driving.

- Mm.
- You must know someone.

- Well, what about Paul Mills?
- Who's he?

Best there is. Total pro.

You think he'll be interested?

Well, maybe. Ask him.

Hi! Guess who won
Slimmer of the Week?

Hello.

- Hi.
- All right? Hiya, Val.

I thought you were going for
a drink after Slimmers' Club.

Er, yeah, I decided
it wasn't worth the calories.

Jonny all right?

Yeah, watching TV in his room.
Maybe check on him?

Why? What are you lot plotting?

Talking shop.

Poor you.

Ah, it's all right. I enjoy it.

Come and say hi to Jonny.

Joan?

Won't make any decisions
without you.

Bloody better not.

I'll call him. See what he says.

Paul? I'm Joan. Sorry I'm late.

Been shopping?
Get anything nice?

Mind your own.

Ooh, calm down, love.

I've never worked
with a bird before.

Oh, yeah?

I've never worked with an
ugly bastard like you before.

Joan.

You two married, yeah?

And that's cool with you?

Yeah. Joan's sound.

And it's my job.

Right, what do you think?
Have they filled you in?

I've done eight post offices
and ten banks,

and it's always been sweet.

- Nice one.
- But that was in and out.

This is slow.

Stripping cabinets, opening
cases with tiny, little keys.

Makes it risky. Given
we're in the high street,

middle of the afternoon...

We're gonna recce tomorrow,
time it out.

And I know the gaff
back to front.

I'll be directing the job
once we're in.

- Yeah.
- Can you handle that?

What weapon you taking, love?

I'm the victim, aren't I?
I'm not carrying anything.

Colt 1911.

- Fit it with a silencer.
- Why?

Are we doing this properly?

- Yeah.
- Then we need to be prepared.

The boss, Bernard,
he's like putty in my hands.

We are not going
with loaded guns. No.

I'll need a sawn-off,
double barrel led.

Scare the shit out of him.

You don't seem sure about this.

I've never been more sure
of anything in my life.

Are you in?

I'll let you know.

SHE SIGHS That went well.

He's got to trust us. All of us.

You shouldn't have been late.

You spooked him.

The social said I can visit
Kelly on her birthday.

I had to get her something.

I'm glad you can see her
before we go.

Do you trust me, Boisie?

I'm giving up my whole life
for you, Joan.

Seven years ago, Nance.
Feels like yesterday.

Yeah, in that cab
off to hospital.

You screaming blue murder.

Should have gone hours before.

Yeah, you wanted to wait
for Gary.

Yeah, what a mug. NANCY CHUCKLES.

You had bad taste in men.

Yeah, with Dad
as a fucking role model.

What?

He's really poorly, Joan.

Good.

Don't you think
you should visit,

bury the hatchet before he...?

I'm sure he'd love to see you.

Oh, God.
The social worker's here.

Yeah, course she is.
That's all right.

- Can you hold this?
- Yeah, course.

Mummy!

Oh, happy birthday, Kel!

You look... seven.

I am seven! Seven today!

I know you are.
Say hello to Auntie Nancy.

Hello, Auntie Nancy.
Do you like my school uniform?

Oh, I do. Happy birthday, Kelly!

Here, this is for you.

Erm, I thought we'd do
presents after tea.

- Aw.
- Aw.

Can I sit on your lap for tea,
Mummy?

- Course you can.
- Yay!

Give me a minute, OK?
Sit there. Good girl.

So, I want to know
all about your new school.

Did they sing you
Happy Birthday today?

Yeah.

Oh, that sounds brilliant.

Have you got lots of
new friends?

Yeah. Everyone in my class
wants to be my friend.

Oh, you're so popular!

I'll check access at the back.

You keep him busy
round the front.

Thank you very much. Goodbye.

Thank you, sir.

- Can I help you, sir?
- After a ring for my wife.

Go ahead. Take your time.

Can I help you, sir?

He's after a ring for his wife.

Absolutely.

You go get your lunch,
sweetheart.

How long have you been
married, sir?

- A few months.
- Mm.

How about an eternity ring?

An expression of
everlasting love.

Absolutely. Can I see
that one at the back?

Course.

There we are. Nine-carat
diamond in platinum.

Or there is the option
of the half eternity,

meaning the diamonds only
cover the front of the ring.

Oh, I wouldn't wanna do it
by halves.

Quite right, sir.

I'll take it.

Just not right now.

I'll be back.

- Here we go.
- Presents! I want presents!

Course you do. Here you go.
Open it up.

I'll take the paper.
There we go.

Here. That's it.

You can put all your treasures
inside.

Did you have one
when you were seven?

No, but I always wanted one.
I used to ask every year.

That's from me.

Wow! Pens, glue, stickers!

It's a making box!

She loves making things.

Do you like it, Mummy?

Mummy?

I love it.

She's very creative.

Yeah, she's always beavering
away on a project.

She's got real talent.

Yeah, excellent. All right.

That was Albie.
Paul's just called. He's in.

Are you still thinking about
Kelly?

Yeah. And my dad.

You think we should go
and see him?

Maybe.

I mean...

...what if he wants to say
sorry?

Mm.

He hates slap.

I thought you didn't care
what he thought.

I don't.

I won't be long.

Thought I'd better come.

Nancy told me that
you're not doing too good.

She told me that you're in
trouble with the law.

You never did know
how to obey the rules.

It's complicated.
It's not my fault.

And how many times
did we hear that?

It's true. Ask Nancy.

Just grow up, Joan.

Stop fighting.

Make life easier on yourself.

God, you know nothing
about my life now.

I know you've put Kelly in care.

You lost her.

No. No, I haven't.

It's all right. She'll
thank you for it one day.

JOAN HUFFS And you know it.

I have tried to be nice,
but I can't...

Here we go. Poor little Joan.

No. You did this to me, Dad.
You made me like this.

Always blaming someone else.

You think you can raise a kid

by beating the shit out of them?

Belting them across the...
back till they bleed?

You know,
I will get my daughter back,

because I love her.

Something that
you'll never understand.

- Thanks for coming.
- What's the emergency?

I need you to add Kelly
to my passport

so I can take her with us.

And Boisie's OK with that?

I mean,
you hold stuff back from Val.

Yeah, no, to protect her.
That's different.

No, you have to tell him.

Yeah. I will, I will. I just...

I need to find the right time.

I know how deep your debts run.

There'll be ten grand more
after the job,

once we've sold on.

Promise me you'll tell him.

Before the job. Promise.

How you gonna get her?

Got an idea,
I just need to research it.

'Hello, King's Morten.'

'Hello, it's Simone Highsmith

'from the New York Herald. I'm
over here writing an article

'about British children at play,

'and I'd love to visit
the school.'