All language subtitles for The Missing S01E02 - Pray For Me.en

The crowd was... I mean, he was thirsty.

There was a big crowd watching the game.

I was holding his hand.

I don't blame you, love.

Olly!

I came back.

I thought you should know why.

I found something.

As you've probably noticed,

the gaskets have gone to rot

and the soil pipes and
the stacks are rusted.

So for those of you who
don't speak plumbing,

refitting this system
is going to be an absolute bastard.

Pardon my French.

Now, it's important that you understand
what we're doing here.

We're trying to get a heartbeat

out of a building
that died over three centuries ago.

As we restore,

we need to cling on
to every morsel of historic fabric...

Anyway, you've all worked with me before.

You know I'm a stickler for detail,

but this isn't just one
of our development jobs.

One day this will be my home.

If you have him,
we are begging you, please let him go.

Take him to somewhere safe
and let the police know where he is.

Please bring him back to his family,
who love him.

Please bring him home.

Please.

- Now, who loves you?
- Dad.

Yeah.

Cheers, bruv.

- Hi, it's Mark Walsh. I'm the UK liaison officer.
- Laurence Relaud.

- Speak English?
- Yes, I do.

Thank God.

So what's happening?

This is Vincent Bourg.

Baptiste picked him out from our list
of sex offenders in the district.

Do you think he's our guy?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

♪ Oh, my love

♪ We pray each day

♪ May you come home

♪ And be OK

♪ For now we wait for you

♪ For you to come home

Show me.

Er...

So, Oliver drew this the
day that he was taken.

It's the same as the one down there.

- You can see that, right?
- Mm.

I see the similarity, of course, but...

Similarity?
It's identical to the one in the basement.

He drew that in there.
He was kept in there, I know it.

Julien?

You are a parent too now, aren't you?

For my sins. Six months.

So... you understand.

As well as anyone might try to.

But what if you are clinging to shadows,
Tony?

I cannot simply tell the procureur to
re-open this case because of a picture.

Oh, Jesus Christ, am I going mad?

That is the same as that!

I'm asking you to try, Laurence.

As a friend.

I'll talk to the procureur.

As soon as I can.

Thank you. Thank you.

I cannot make any promises.

OK.

Vin rouge. Whisky.

You pay now.

I don't suppose these are on the house?

Didn't think so.

So, what happens now?

They'll send Forensics in, eh?

Go over the whole scene for fingerprints
and DNA...

I mean, there's a chance, isn't there?

- That basement hasn't been touched in years.
- Listen, this is not Laurence's decision.

I know she'll do her best but...

In the meantime we should go through this.

Now we have an address,
maybe there's something we missed.

Something that ties the two together.

Please, Tony. Tony, please.

One step at a time.

I know. I know.

You've got the police reports?

Yeah, everything's in there.

Every article, every lead.
I've got more here.

Some of these documents are in French.

- Vous avez appris à parler français?
- Mm.

I mean, I read it better than I speak it.

Emily.

I was calling her all last night.

Er, it's a bit loud in here.

I'm going to go outside.

Emily. Thanks for calling back.

No, Tony, it's me, Mark.

Now is not a good time.

Yeah, well, I need to speak to her...

It's Robert. He's getting worse.

Oh, Jesus.

Penny told me he was in the hospice.

- I was going to call but...
- It's not the right time.

Yeah, I know, I know, but listen to me...
I've found something.

- We could find Oliver...
- Listen, don't phone back.

This has got nothing to do with you.

Hello?

That's good, Dad.

Try and have a bit more...

Hey.

- Who was it?
- Carol.

She wanted to know about numbers
at the venue.

With me?

My phone was off, so she tried yours.

I am capable of answering my own phone,
you know.

I know.

It's just wedmin, don't worry about it.

- Wedmin?
- Wedding admin.

Which I've done none of.

I love it.

Hey. Come on, sleepy drawers,
it's time to go home.

But I want to stay.

I know, but it's time to go home.
Come on, up.

Oliver, how are you?

How's school?

No, Dad, this is James.

Oliver, come here...

Dad, this is James. Mark's son.

Oliver's not here any more.

Home time.

Oh, phone?

Hello?

Did I wake you?

The curse of being a night owl.

How is the hive?

Fine. As far as I can tell.

But I'm not the expert.

Only you know
what's really going on in there.

I'll be back soon.

As soon as the case is re-opened, Laurence
will take over and I can come home.

I promise.

Don't make promises you can't keep.

Oh. I have to go.

I love you.

And I love you too, Julien,
although sometimes I can't remember why.

Soon you will know.

- What's going on?
- No-one's telling us anything.

So they're currently questioning
a person of interest.

- Who is he?
- They won't release the suspect's name.

Look, the process here
is different from at home, OK?

But from what I understand, there is
a witness who can place him at the pool.

He denies it, but he's a regular there
and his alibi is... is unsatisfactory.

He claims he was out walking in a local
park but no-one can confirm that.

And erm... is he...

I mean, does he have a history?

I can't discuss that.

Oh, God.

- That means he does. Doesn't it?
- No, no, no...

Look, it's important not
to think too far ahead.

Right now we have someone we're talking to.

Yeah, but if he's done this before,
that means he's not a killer, doesn't it?

Which means... Cos he'd be in
jail, wouldn't he? That means...

Stop it, Tony, for Christ's sake...

Listen, I can only imagine
how hard this is for... for all of you.

And I promise that the moment I know anything,
anything at all, I will let you know.

But for now, we just have to wait.

- You have my card, right?
- Yeah.

Thank you. Thank you.

What's he saying?

Baptiste wants to know why he ran.

He says he panicked. He's afraid of
the police because of his record.

Baptiste wants to know where he walked...

Where he was
at the time the boy went missing...

The park.

Off the Rue Jean Buridan, he says.

He's asking about the park again.

He is looking for, um...

Inconsistencies.

Yes.

No, no, no, no, no.

They are on the house.

Et les croissants aussi.

Everyone's being so nice.

I'm not hungry.

Me neither.

Maybe we should try and eat some of it,
you know, just to be polite.

What if that man who took him
has him locked up somewhere?

- And we're here "being polite"?
- I didn't mean...

What if that man knows where Olly is?

He knows where he is.

We're sitting here having coffee
like we're still on holiday?

What are we supposed to do?

Sit around and think about what might
have happened? What good does it do?

No, you're right, let's
sit here and be polite...

I'll see you back at the hotel.

That's Bourg's file.

No-one can know where you got it.

So Bourg's got no-one to confirm his alibi

and he was seen at the swimming pool
the day Oliver Hughes went missing?

No, no, not for sure.

The attendants,
they are saying they recognise him.

He comes in all the time.
That he come in that day...?

Yeah, but he's been done
for child pornography, right?

"Done"?

Yeah, done.

- Charged. Found guilty.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

Two separate terms. It's all in here.

So is this your... titre?

Your headline?

"Why was this man allowed to walk
the streets? Down with France."

What I write is none of your concern.

When you publish Mr Bourg's name,
it will be my concern.

Because they would like to know who told you
and how you got the information in that file.

You write for local news, huh?

Local newspaper.

So you've done your research, then?

You're not even a proper journalist.

I have everything I need.

You'll be seeing it in the papers tonight.

Erm... Well, thank you.

Yeah, I know.

Well, that means a lot.

Yep. Will do.

Thanks.

That was Peter.

They're going to give me
as much paid leave as I want.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Where did you go?
- I just went for a walk.

You were gone ages...

I don't mean to snap.

No, don't worry. No, it's both of us.

Mr Walsh.

Would you care to join us?

Sure.

He's hiding something.

Um, I have an idea and I need your help.

Café, Monsieur Bourg?

Merci.

Parlez l'anglais, Monsieur Bourg?

Oui.

This gentleman is Mark Walsh.

He works for Interpol.

Well, it seems our officers
have had great difficulty

tracing your IP address
back to your computer.

Well, now,
I don't even know what an IP address is.

Technology these days.

Mr Walsh is here to help us.

He is a specialist in computer crime.

You see, storing your
hard drive off premises

or using a proxy VPN isn't
enough these days, Vincent.

Well, we found it.

And as we speak they're
combing it for images.

Well, as you are on the register, Mr Bourg,

you know the implications if we are to find
any damaging materials on there?

This is your chance to tell your side.

I want a lawyer.

Well, this will be easier for you
if you tell us what you know, Vincent.

- Any connections that could help us, it's...
- I want a lawyer.

André Chassaus.

That's his name.

Call him.

That is your right.

As is choosing the same lawyer
that landed you in jail the last time.

Perhaps I will need
alternative representation.

I'll bring you a list.

He believed us.
He thinks we've got something on him.

Well, for now.

I think we should keep pushing.

How long have we got?

Well, Chassaus would have
had him out of here in half an hour.

But now he's looking for a new lawyer.

Trying to find someone who will even
take the case could take a while.

Giving you enough time to break him?

Whether he took Oliver Hughes or not, he
is troubled. Obviously, something's wrong.

I am afraid things will
not end well for him.

And are you on any other medication?

No.

This treatment's only in
its infancy, Mr Bourg.

We're piloting it
to a limited cross-section of offenders.

People like me.

Does it work?

It's an effective treatment, yes.

But if we are to proceed,

you need to understand
the possible side effects of triptorelin.

Weight loss, lethargy, depression,
emotional lability, are not uncommon.

I understand.

But you're unsure.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid to rely on something so greatly
that without it I will be nothing.

Empty.

No. I'm sorry.

I will do this myself.

I'm sorry for your time.

- Did Laurence try to get the case reopened?
- I'm sure she tried to do her best.

But we've got a chance with the mayor?

It's possible.

The Mayor has
no power over the justice department.

But the realities of power are nothing
to do with the letter of the law.

He was here when it happened.
He'll understand.

It's my hope. But he must be handled
carefully, so, please, let me do the talking.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Monsieur Baptiste, Mr Hughes.

Malik Suri. We've met before...

- What do you want?
- I heard you were back here.

How?

So, have you found anything?

I gather you and Monsieur Baptiste
have been making inquiries all over town.

You think I'd help you after what you did?

And what did I do? All I did was my job.

Really?

Go home, Mr Suri.
There is nothing for you here.

When you've had a chance
to think about it, please, give me a call.

I imagine you know why we are here,
Monsieur Mayor.

Captain Mureaux
denied a request from Detective Relaud

- to re-open the Oliver Hughes case.
- Yes.

And I felt if you heard our case in person,
perhaps you might reconsider...

Years ago, I would go to Le Beffroi, the Belfry
Hotel, for a drink after work every night.

I would often meet my niece,
who worked there, and we would talk.

About nothing very much, at first, but in
time we came to enjoy our chats a great deal.

You know, Châlons du Bois is a small town.

It's not Paris, of course.
It's not even Lille.

But there was a time that people would pass
through here and sometimes they would stay.

And then... then we became a ghost town.

People would go out of their way to
avoid us if they saw us on a map.

Le Beffroi closed down.

My niece lost her job, and now I see her
only rarely and it's not the same.

I'm sure you still go for that drink
after work each day, yes?

Yeah, of course.

L'Esperance around the corner has Meteor
on draught and a billiards table, so...

So life goes on for all of us.

But not for Mr Hughes.

Look...

What he has found is real.

Evidence of where his son was kept
when he was taken.

This is the scarf Oliver Hughes was wearing
on the day he went missing.

We've traced it back to a house in Châlons.

70 Rue de Montagne.

If you re-open the case, there's
every chance we will find the truth.

And every chance we'll find my son.

Please.

I've lost everything and everyone
I ever cared for.

This is all I have left.

Don't stand in the way.

I have reviewed the evidence
as did Captain Mureaux.

And I see no reason
for me to interfere in police matters

and insist we re-open some old wounds...

We need a forensic team in that basement,
we need to see what they find...

I am very sorry for you, Mr Hughes.
I truly am.

But it's been eight years now.

And perhaps it's time to leave the past
where it belongs.

You're not listening to us.
You have got a chance here to do something

and you're just sat there refusing to...

Thank you for your time.

Tony.

Tony!

So what? We're just supposed
to roll over and give up?

We're so close. We know where Olly was
kept. That's got to mean something.

We'll find a way. Just give me time.

- Time? That's a joke. It's been eight years.
- Oh, please, Tony.

No, listen, I don't need you.
I don't need them.

I'll finish this myself.

Emily.

Greg. Hi.

I was wondering if I'd run into you.

Thanks again for getting Dad in here.

- This place has really helped.
- It's fine. Any time.

God, it's been an age.

- I haven't seen you since...
- Yeah.

It must be nice.

What?

Er, believing in something.

- Do you want me to ask the pr...
- No.

Thank you.

I should go.

- It was good to see you again.
- Hey, you too.

Hey.

I work the night shift,
so I wouldn't have to deal with kids.

You know, they're a pain.

OK.

Do you mind?

I'm on my break.

- Yeah?
- Can I get chicken nuggets and a burger?

Thanks.

Take it.

Oi!

Mr and Mrs Hughes.

Hey.

Sorry. Hi.

My name's Malik Suri.

Please forgive my directness but, well, I
think it's time you gave an interview.

You're a journalist?

- How the hell did you get in here?
- People want to hear your story.

This is a hotel
and there were rooms available.

- Let's go.
- Quite frankly you're not good for business.

Say that again.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

I've no intention of upsetting you.

My intentions are quite the opposite.
I want to help.

This is the police file of the man
currently being questioned.

His name's Vincent Bourg.

Why would you give us this?

To show you I can give you
more information than the police ever will.

- Who are you?
- He's a journalist.

Look, if you think that liaison officer
is here to help you... he's not.

- He's here to manage you.
- Get out.

All right, all right.

Look, I can promise you whatever
the police know, you will know too.

- I have my sources.
- Get out of here!

When you're ready to talk, please, call me.

Who are they?

They are the witnesses.
They confirm Bourg's alibi.

Are they reliable?

Well, he is the CEO of a cancer research charity
and she teaches at the University of Lille.

They live near the Parc Rue Buridan

and they are both sure they saw Bourg out
walking in that park during our timeframe.

Oui.

- Au revoir.
- Au revoir.

But... he went to the pool.

Regularly.

The guy knows the place. He's sick.

He wasn't at the pool.

He was out walking.
A couple who live by the park spotted him.

What does that mean? How can they be sure?

It's reliable.

No. No, no, no, no.
You're missing something.

You're telling me Bourg's
just going to walk straight out of there?

How do you know his name?

That information wasn't released.

Officers said it at the station.

Look, I know it's not what you want
to hear, but the alibi is rock-solid.

Whatever Bourg did, he
didn't take your son.

I'm sorry.

I promise we're doing everything we can.

Blessed be God in His Angels
and in His Saints.

O Holy St Anthony, gentlest of saints,

your love for God and charity for His
creatures made you worthy when on Earth

to possess miraculous powers.

Miracles waited on your word

for which you were ever ready

to speak for those in trouble or anxiety.

And so I beg you...

I'm begging you.

Find my son and bring him home to me.

Find my son...

..and bring him home to me.

Find my son.

Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me. Emily.

Come here.

This is lan.

- Ian Garrett. A pleasure to meet you.
- Hi.

- Bit late for an interview, isn't it?
- Ian's not a journalist.

I'm in construction.

We were doing a build up at Audresselles
and, erm, I saw your wee boy on the TV.

Ian...

he's put up a 1 00,000-Euro reward for
anyone with any information about Oliver.

It keeps up public awareness.

That's very kind of you.

Why would you do such a thing?

I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I just...

Look, I've got a construction business.

But on the side, my passion is doing up
old buildings, renovating them.

I keep the past alive.

Even when it seems impossible.

Listen, a few years ago,
we got a few French backers.

IGC's been expanding through Europe
ever since.

And to tell you the truth,
I've got more money than I need.

And when I saw your boy on the telly,
I knew I could help.

I want to help.

Look, I'd best be off.

It's late, and you two
need to try and get some rest.

I've left my details
in case you need me for anything.

Listen, lan, thank you. Really.

Thank you.

Unbelievable.

Where have you been?

I was worried.

Oh, I just went for a walk
to get some perspective.

And did it work?

I hope so.

You burning the midnight oil?

Sorry, it's, erm... working late.

I've got those statements for you.

Sorry it took so long.
That's England for you.

Releasing something like that
to another government...

Can I...?

This is nice.

You know, the Nazis
used it as the official theme music

for their Weekly Newsreel service.

Even they could see the beauty in it.

It reminds you that the people who do these
terrible things, they are just people.

Not some kind of devils.

Just ordinary people.

That's why you wanted
Tony Hughes' bank statements?

- You think he could...
- I need to know everything.

At the moment I don't.

Merci.

So, I did the piece on him.

On Vincent Bourg.

Yeah.

Wrote it.

Sent it to them.

They loved it.

Then, about an hour ago,
my copy got pulled.

Do you have any idea who that was for?

- Of course you don't.
- Bonjour.

It was for... the Telegraph!

I gave you information.

It is not my fault if he had an alibi...

No, no, no. Information? You gave me
the first thing you could get hold of.

You gave me Chinese whispers.

You gave me nothing.

What do you want from me?

What do you think I want from you?

I want something I can use.

And I want it quickly.

Why are you like this?

- Hm?
- Why am I like this?

Yeah.

Because some of us want to be remembered
for who we are and what we do.

Clearly you don't.

Don't mistake me, Monsieur Ziane.

I'm serious.

Chamartaines...

I will give you what I can.

- Do you think I'm bluffing?
- I will give you what I can, OK?

Bonjour.

You been here all night?

For my sins.

What are you looking at?

Trouble for Tony Hughes.

Thanks.

- Who is it?
- It's nothing.

So that's why the bees, they need to go through
the winter thinking the world outside...

- Georges!
- Bonjour, Julien.

You know Malik Suri?

I know who he is.

What are you doing here?

Having a drink. After work.

- Excuse me.
- Look, I haven't got all day for this.

We came here to talk about the Hughes case
and you've talked about your bees.

One moment, please.

Er, bonjour, bonjour, Monsieur Lombard,
je m'appelle Tony Hughes.

Do you speak English?

Yes. I'm phoning round everyone that lived
on Rue de Montagne eight years ago...

It's in connect... Hello...

You know it was the drinking
that made Alain sick?

You don't need to worry about me, Sylvie.

Bonsoir.

What is it?

- Detective Baptiste...
- Monsieur Baptiste now.

I'm retired. At last.

Café?

Your son's case has been re-opened.

How the hell did that happen?

You know, Georges is a politician now.

The last thing men like
him want is uncertainty.

Were a journalist to learn
what we found in that basement,

the Mayor of Châlons du Bois
would find himself in a difficult position.

- You blackmailed him?
- No, I narrowed his options.

The journalist wasn't happy.

But he can now write a nice article
about nectar flow, I think.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Listen...
Georges insisted it must be kept quiet.

The papers cannot know.
The budget will be limited.

There will be a review after one month
to decide if it will continue...

But the case has been re-opened.
We're looking for Oliver again.

- I need to call Emily.
- Tony, nothing is certain.

To give someone hope
can be a dangerous thing, no?

- She has a right to know.
- But at this moment we know nothing.

You and Emily have found
very different ways through this.

All I am saying is,
do not make her promises you cannot keep.

OK.

How long will it take?

The hormone suppressant
acts differently for different people.

But... Just press it.

Within a few days, the testosterone in your
bloodstream will be that of a prepubescent child.

Sexual desire will become
a thing of the past.

Good.

What made you decide to come back?

Do you remember that English boy
that went missing in France?

Oliver Hughes?

I got accused.

I was innocent, of course,

but it made me realise.

I had to put this sickness behind me.

I tried.

I really tried.

But I was weak.

I got arrested, again.

I got sent to prison...

..for possession of indecent materials.

But now I am free once again,

I must be cured.

Didn't think I'd see you back so soon.

Well, your ex-husband
and his old friend Baptiste

didn't exactly roll out the red
carpet for me as you can imagine.

Right.

And?

And.

And... Tony's a drunk.

And Baptiste is retired.

Bored, as far as I can tell.

I asked around and apparently they tried
to open the case again, to appeal it.

That's all you have?

What? That those two lost souls
are out there chasing rainbows?

No. Far from it.

No, I have some information of my own
that I'm in the process of corroborating.

- If you hurt us again...
- Please.

I'm not trying to hurt anyone.

I'm trying to find out the truth.

And if you'd ever agree
to a proper interview with me...

Oh, you must be joking.

I know what you did, Emily.

You and Tony.

And I'm going to prove it.

Monsieur Garrett?

Vincent.

Thank you for coming.

Tell me, did you see the
couple in the park?

The ones who gave you the alibi.

They were walking their dog.

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember.

You're a terrible liar, Vincent.

They never saw you.

They were paid to say that.

I don't understand.

Why?

I didn't do this thing.

I didn't hurt this boy.

I believe you, Vincent.

I knew it couldn't have been you.

You haven't got the stomach for it.

Why are you telling me this?

I want you to know why you're a free man.

You thought I would tell on you?

I was concerned
that the longer the police held you,

the more chance there was of our connection
coming to the surface.

But it didn't?

No.

Good.

As of this moment
our association is to be terminated.

As far as you're concerned,
we never even met.

I understand.

For your sake I hope that you do.