Ordeal by Innocence (2018): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript
After another death in the house the children recall Rachel's cruel treatment of them and housekeeper Kirsten as well as her discovery of then husband's affair with Gwenda. In fact every single one of them had cause to be rid of Rachel but only one of them killed her and is punished by the others for letting Jack take the blame.
Jack shouldn't be dead.
He shouldn't have been charged
-- shouldn't have been inside.
Why is he dead?
Jack! Hester!
Where are you going?
Has Philip rung for me?
Er... I didn't hear him.
You look terrible.
So do you.
All of you.
You've been fighting.
And talking. We've been talking.
No more secrets.
Here he is! Ah!
Ah, you've grown.
Look at you! Went away
a boy, came back a man.
- Ah! How many Chinese
communists did you kill? - Stop!
What have you been up to? You're
looking way too pleased with yourself.
Ask Mrs Gould. Mother is furious,
but of course, she's smiling though it.
Yeah, well, you want to watch yourself.
One of these days she'll snap,
lock you in a nuclear bunker
and throw away the key.
Come on, soldier boy. We've got beers.
Guess what -- we're going swimming!
Here we go.
Hey, hey, hey!
Nothing changes, Mickey.
Absolutely nothing at all.
You want to live in a bedsit.
I have found one I like.
And I can afford it.
I'm incredibly proud of you, Christina.
You and Michael.
You've both done very well.
You know, he seems... more... at ease.
With the world.
Has he met a nice girl?
Not that I know of.
And you? Do you have
your eye on a young man?
I'll want to meet him, you know.
I'm so busy at work.
I don't have time for anything like that.
Well --
I'm certain this bedsit will be
hideous, but you know your own mind.
Now, I've got a lot to do, so run along.
Oh, mother.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,
mmm! None of that silliness.
I've trained you better than that.
Breathe.
Remember to breathe.
Did you come to tell us something?
We understand how it
could happen with Mother.
Especially that night.
Anyone can snap, Kirsten.
And Mother pushed people.
She pushed all of us.
If you're going to be mediocre,
Hester, at least look pretty.
Slouching is ugly. Sit up.
"Dear Mother, I'm sorry I'm never
going to be good enough for you.
"I can't live here any more.
"I will ring every Friday at
three, so that nobody worries.
"I want Kirsten to answer.
"Please don't look for me.
"You won't find me."
- Hester?
- 'I'm well, don't worry.'
Hester, please come home. Please,
we miss you so much, so much.
Do you have to sound so desperate?
You're playing right into her hands.
I never heard her say a kind thing to you.
Not even please or thank you.
Just orders, clicking her fingers.
We don't hate you, Kirsten.
We could never hate you.
You might.
I don't know what I'm
going to say to Mary.
I hope she doesn't want to see him.
I had to see Rachel...
.. and it'll never leave me -- her face.
Like that. You know?
This is supposed to be my wedding day.
Mr Argyll? Is all of this
happening because of me?
I only wanted to do what was right,
but I seem to have set something off.
It's not you, Arthur.
All this happened a long time ago.
It's only now it seems that
everything's coming home to roost.
Mary!
Smile, Mother, so
everyone knows we're happy.
These are your new sisters and brother.
Darling, I'm here!
Right! Mary, have they wiped their feet?
Argh!
Everything hurts him.
Please, just don't jolt him.
ARGH! You fucking morons!
Welcome home, Philip.
Be careful! Please, just be careful.
Last post.
- Take charge of that, before
I lose my mind. - [ARGH!]
[SLOW DOWN!]
[ARGH!]
Mickey!
Oh, Mickey!
Mickey, I'm drunk, and I
need to sleep on your floor.
Mickey!
Where's Hester?
She went to the laundry.
You have got to be the mother.
Here... is a cheque...
.. for £500.
You take it on the understanding that
you never contact my daughter again.
Hmm!
Where's Simon?
He's gone to get eggs and
bread, so we can have breakfast.
I'm not cross, Hester.
- You're not?
- It's Christmas Eve.
How can I be cross?
Sugar milk. Your favourite.
- I don't feel very well.
- Hold on tight.
One step at a time.
Good girl. Good girl.
Come on.
Steady. Come on.
Keep going, there's a good girl.
Nearly there.
She's been involved in
an unfortunate liaison.
I want her examined.
I want to know if she's
carrying the expected result
of such a liaison.
And if she is?
Well?
About three months. May I...?
Have the porters bring her to my car,
and burn the clothes that she was wearing.
♪ I'm dreaming
♪ Of a White Christmas
♪ Just like the ones I used to know
♪ Where the tree tops glisten... ♪
Why are you crying?
♪ And children listen...
I want Daddy.
♪ To hear sleigh bells in the snow... ♪
Hester's in the car. Tell
everyone she has flu.
Only you and I can nurse her.
- Why? - Get her in.
Put her straight to bed.
Go.
Christina, it's Mother.
Come to the house. Find
Michael and bring him, too.
You tracked her down, then.
I hope she told you to piss off.
- Mother!
- Where the hell are you?
Leo?
Oh, shit!
Oh, Christ.
No, Leo. Just your wife.
I'll talk to you in your study,
but first, I want a word
with you, Miss Vaughan.
Naughty Daddy!
Yours, I believe.
You're nothing special, Gwenda.
He's done this before.
My husband has a predilection
for screwing the staff.
The plainer the better.
I suppose he thinks it'll
make them more grateful.
I'm not the grateful one.
Sometimes, he cries.
Argh!
You ordinary bitch.
Put your cheap knickers on
and get out of my house.
You know, I never really enjoy Christmas, but
this one's shaping up to be a real belter.
Hester?
Leave me alone, Jack.
She's... has a fever. It's flu.
Don't worry. All right. There
we go. Good girl. I've got you.
I've got you.
I'm divorcing you, Leo.
You won't do that.
You couldn't bear the shame.
Oh, I'll cope.
But you, with your easy life
and your bloody book that
no-one wants or cares about...
You'll be penniless.
You'll have to work for a living.
How will you cope?
Mother? Philip can't live upstairs.
- We need to arrange the house, so he has his
own rooms. - Stop pulling. I can't bear it.
Always pulling at me! It's intolerable!
Why did you get me?
Why did you get me, if you
weren't going to love me?
I was sad, Mary.
I thought you could
make up for that sadness.
It's not your fault you couldn't.
God almighty, Mother.
- Is she settled?
- I'm getting her a hot water bottle.
You're leaving, Jack.
Michael and Christina
are coming to get you.
Have a drink, Mother.
Ah!
- You're going to need one.
- I don't want a drink.
They've always been close,
haven't they? Tina and Mickey?
Mickey and Tina.
So close.
I suppose it was inevitable.
They're at each other.
Lovers. I...
I saw them.
His hands all over her.
Her legs wrapped round his back.
"Ah, ah!"
I'm not going anywhere.
There's no getting rid of me.
Aw. Poor Mother.
You should have left me at the orphanage.
I didn't get you from an orphanage.
The woman who gave birth
to you is in the kitchen.
You've known her all your life.
Little boy.
With your temper tantrums.
You've no idea what it
takes to keep going.
I'm going to adopt the baby, Kirsten.
My child, but you won't be separated.
No-one will ever know.
I thought you were going to send me away.
None of this is your fault, Kirsten.
None of it.
Did you want something to eat?
I'm just going to sit here for a bit.
Park on the road. Christina,
meet me in the garden room.
- And Michael, you stay in the car. - I'll
walk with you. - Do as I say. It's important.
It's Jack, isn't it?
Of course it's Jack.
I wish he'd stop baiting her.
I'm done with this. I'm
done with all of it.
I'm done with her. Her mad
rules, her mad bloody bunker.
Everything. I'm done.
Mickey, don't. She loves us really.
Say please.
For once in your life.
Say it!
Please.
There we go.
Wasn't that hard, was it?
Keep that up -- we might get on better.
When you were in Korea,
I prayed day and night that
you would come home safely.
So did I.
Who'd have thought we'd
have something in common?
See, Mother -- we're
getting on better already.
Wouldn't he marry you?
What? Who?
When you told him you
were having a baby...
.. wouldn't he marry you?
It... wasn't like that.
Is it because of him
that I am the way I am?
Not knowing when to stop.
Am I like him?
I don't... I can't...
You have to take that to Hester.
- Are you coming back?
- Of course I am.
How did you bear it?
I just...
.. did.
Jesus!
What is it?
You found Michael quickly.
He was already with me.
Wrapping presents.
How fortuitous.
Jack tells me that you and Michael are...
.. involved.
With each other.
Tell me it isn't true.
I can't.
God.
The love...
.. the love I've wasted on you, you whore!
Oh, you're disgusting, you repulse me.
So ugly and so stupid.
You are an abomination. You disgust me.
You are filth, filth,
filth, filth, filth, FILTH!
Where's Jack? What has he done?
Jack saw us. He told her.
Well, she was going to have to find out
sooner or later, wasn't she, eh? Everyone was.
- We're disgusting. We're filth.
- No. No.
- No. We're not.
- We're stupid and ugly and dirty.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
We're not any of those things.
Don't run. Don't run.
Let me go! Let me go!
Don't!
Do you have the time? I'm
supposed to be there by nine.
I believed it was true. We all did.
That Jack had done it.
Because of things that
had happened. Things...
Things that had been said.
And his fingerprints.
They were on what was used
to kill her. On the decanter.
Then the weapon must
have been something else.
It has to have been.
Something... similar.
How is Mrs Durrant taking the news?
I put the coins on his eyes to close them,
so he looked more peaceful when she saw him.
I'll take them off
before she does, though.
There was a needle in his arm.
Poor man.
He can't have realised
how dangerous it was.
Whisky and morphine.
I'm so sorry.
I have to tell to Mary.
I didn't leave Philip's
shot out for him last night.
He was too drunk.
How could he overdose if I
didn't leave him his shot?
It doesn't make any sense.
He can't reach the morphine on his own.
Well?
You said he'd never know.
That no-one would know.
You promised.
I'm sorry.
I... I... I was angry.
I hope he doesn't hate you.
I don't want him to hate you.
None of this your fault,
none of it. None of it.
- Ah!
- Oh, God.
Oh, God.
I'm so sorry.
So sorry.
Ah! I...
I don't know what's happening to me!
I'm... I'm going to get help.
No, no, no, no, no! Don't leave
me! Please don't leave me!
All right.
Don't go. Please don't leave me.
- It's OK. - I'm so
frightened. - Sh, sh, sh.
Please don't leave me.
Little Kirsten.
Rachel?
Rachel?
There, there.
There, there.
There, there.
You say you went home at the usual time.
You didn't see Rachel.
I'll come and get you
when the police have gone.
What were you doing up there?
Making sure there's no-one else upstairs.
Go to your rooms. Do not go downstairs.
Do as you're told!
Jack...
.. was here.
Your fingerprints mixed
with your mother's blood.
No-one else's. Yours, Jack.
All right.
Yeah, let's go to trial.
I've always liked an audience,
and now I'm going to get one.
A packed-out courtroom
to see the bastard boy
go down for murdering his mother.
What everyone will want to know
is, what made him the way he is?
Yeah, "He'd been given everything.
Why did he turn out so vicious?"
It's something in you.
It's your temperament.
Something I've inherited.
- Maybe. Who can say?
- Kirsten can.
Who made me the way I am?
Well, you did.
Daddy.
I've worked it all out.
- You're mistaken.
- She was 15.
Little girl straight out of some home,
little girl with nothing,
come to help with Mary.
You know she told us once
it was the first time she'd
had a room of her own.
And who walks into it? You.
With your cock in your hand.
The murderer's father.
Your blood in my veins.
Oh, I'll take a life sentence for this.
If I get the rope, I'll walk up that
scaffold with a song in my heart.
It'll be worth it.
I'm going to ruin you.
I will sow your fields with salt.
I will drink from your hollowed skull.
I know exactly what you are, Leo Argyll.
By the time I'm done,
so will everyone else.
I am your plague.
And I'm coming for you.
Open the window. Unlock it.
- Open it now.
- Unlock the window. Come out.
- Why?
- Arthur! You're in danger!
We need to get you out.
Through the garden, not out the
front. We can't trust our father.
- Open the window, Arthur.
- I'll get my case.
Forget the case! Arthur!
Oh.
I'm... I'm leaving now.
Well, let me see you to the door.
No.
No!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
No, no, no!
No, no!
No, leave me alone! No!
No! Leave me alone!
Get off me! Leave me alone!
No!
Very professional men. They
know what they're doing.
I'll come and speak with you on the drive.
Calgary did abscond. He
very likely did meet Jack,
but much later than he said.
Jack gave him a time
that would exonerate him.
That fragile young man has
been a stooge, not an alibi.
I'm sorry you had to
listen to all of that.
It's very... upsetting.
So Jack's still guilty.
He still did it.
I'm afraid so.
No-one wanted him to be
innocent more than me.
Mary, I need to speak with you,
and you're going to
have to be a brave girl.
You're going to tell me that
Philip overdosed in the bathroom.
Yes.
Why is he dead?
Well, I'm afraid barbiturates
and whiskey are not a happy combination.
Not Philip.
Jack.
Why is Jack dead?
I told them.
How he was mine.
And yours.
Why is he dead?
He started a fight with another
prisoner. You know this.
But they never found out who killed him.
- No.
- Did they try?
Of course. Good God, what is this?
How did he start the fight?
Someone must have seen.
Maybe he said the wrong
thing to the wrong person.
Did he say the wrong thing to you?
- Did Philip?
- Did mother?
What the hell are you accusing me of?
Have you lost your damn minds?
I keep thinking about what Chief
Constable Gould said to you that time.
What time?
That time he said he'd have
every bone in Jack's body broken.
That he'd have his head kicked in half.
And you didn't say that he shouldn't.
And I keep thinking how
you went to see Jack,
and the next day he was dead.
My baby!
Oh, Kirsten.
How bitter you are.
This is her revenge because
I'm marrying again,
and I haven't chosen her.
I have to speak with Doctor Morsuch,
and then I expect all of you to apologise.
But you -- there's nothing you can say.
Trying to turn my own children against me?
Your life in this house is over.
Why?
He was so happy.
We were so happy.
He admitted it, Gwenda.
Admitted what?
Mother.
Kirsten. Kirsten, please.
PLEASE!
There, there. There, there.
Kirsten.
Kirsten, come back.
Please, Kirsten! KIRSTEN!
He shouldn't have been charged
-- shouldn't have been inside.
Why is he dead?
Jack! Hester!
Where are you going?
Has Philip rung for me?
Er... I didn't hear him.
You look terrible.
So do you.
All of you.
You've been fighting.
And talking. We've been talking.
No more secrets.
Here he is! Ah!
Ah, you've grown.
Look at you! Went away
a boy, came back a man.
- Ah! How many Chinese
communists did you kill? - Stop!
What have you been up to? You're
looking way too pleased with yourself.
Ask Mrs Gould. Mother is furious,
but of course, she's smiling though it.
Yeah, well, you want to watch yourself.
One of these days she'll snap,
lock you in a nuclear bunker
and throw away the key.
Come on, soldier boy. We've got beers.
Guess what -- we're going swimming!
Here we go.
Hey, hey, hey!
Nothing changes, Mickey.
Absolutely nothing at all.
You want to live in a bedsit.
I have found one I like.
And I can afford it.
I'm incredibly proud of you, Christina.
You and Michael.
You've both done very well.
You know, he seems... more... at ease.
With the world.
Has he met a nice girl?
Not that I know of.
And you? Do you have
your eye on a young man?
I'll want to meet him, you know.
I'm so busy at work.
I don't have time for anything like that.
Well --
I'm certain this bedsit will be
hideous, but you know your own mind.
Now, I've got a lot to do, so run along.
Oh, mother.
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,
mmm! None of that silliness.
I've trained you better than that.
Breathe.
Remember to breathe.
Did you come to tell us something?
We understand how it
could happen with Mother.
Especially that night.
Anyone can snap, Kirsten.
And Mother pushed people.
She pushed all of us.
If you're going to be mediocre,
Hester, at least look pretty.
Slouching is ugly. Sit up.
"Dear Mother, I'm sorry I'm never
going to be good enough for you.
"I can't live here any more.
"I will ring every Friday at
three, so that nobody worries.
"I want Kirsten to answer.
"Please don't look for me.
"You won't find me."
- Hester?
- 'I'm well, don't worry.'
Hester, please come home. Please,
we miss you so much, so much.
Do you have to sound so desperate?
You're playing right into her hands.
I never heard her say a kind thing to you.
Not even please or thank you.
Just orders, clicking her fingers.
We don't hate you, Kirsten.
We could never hate you.
You might.
I don't know what I'm
going to say to Mary.
I hope she doesn't want to see him.
I had to see Rachel...
.. and it'll never leave me -- her face.
Like that. You know?
This is supposed to be my wedding day.
Mr Argyll? Is all of this
happening because of me?
I only wanted to do what was right,
but I seem to have set something off.
It's not you, Arthur.
All this happened a long time ago.
It's only now it seems that
everything's coming home to roost.
Mary!
Smile, Mother, so
everyone knows we're happy.
These are your new sisters and brother.
Darling, I'm here!
Right! Mary, have they wiped their feet?
Argh!
Everything hurts him.
Please, just don't jolt him.
ARGH! You fucking morons!
Welcome home, Philip.
Be careful! Please, just be careful.
Last post.
- Take charge of that, before
I lose my mind. - [ARGH!]
[SLOW DOWN!]
[ARGH!]
Mickey!
Oh, Mickey!
Mickey, I'm drunk, and I
need to sleep on your floor.
Mickey!
Where's Hester?
She went to the laundry.
You have got to be the mother.
Here... is a cheque...
.. for £500.
You take it on the understanding that
you never contact my daughter again.
Hmm!
Where's Simon?
He's gone to get eggs and
bread, so we can have breakfast.
I'm not cross, Hester.
- You're not?
- It's Christmas Eve.
How can I be cross?
Sugar milk. Your favourite.
- I don't feel very well.
- Hold on tight.
One step at a time.
Good girl. Good girl.
Come on.
Steady. Come on.
Keep going, there's a good girl.
Nearly there.
She's been involved in
an unfortunate liaison.
I want her examined.
I want to know if she's
carrying the expected result
of such a liaison.
And if she is?
Well?
About three months. May I...?
Have the porters bring her to my car,
and burn the clothes that she was wearing.
♪ I'm dreaming
♪ Of a White Christmas
♪ Just like the ones I used to know
♪ Where the tree tops glisten... ♪
Why are you crying?
♪ And children listen...
I want Daddy.
♪ To hear sleigh bells in the snow... ♪
Hester's in the car. Tell
everyone she has flu.
Only you and I can nurse her.
- Why? - Get her in.
Put her straight to bed.
Go.
Christina, it's Mother.
Come to the house. Find
Michael and bring him, too.
You tracked her down, then.
I hope she told you to piss off.
- Mother!
- Where the hell are you?
Leo?
Oh, shit!
Oh, Christ.
No, Leo. Just your wife.
I'll talk to you in your study,
but first, I want a word
with you, Miss Vaughan.
Naughty Daddy!
Yours, I believe.
You're nothing special, Gwenda.
He's done this before.
My husband has a predilection
for screwing the staff.
The plainer the better.
I suppose he thinks it'll
make them more grateful.
I'm not the grateful one.
Sometimes, he cries.
Argh!
You ordinary bitch.
Put your cheap knickers on
and get out of my house.
You know, I never really enjoy Christmas, but
this one's shaping up to be a real belter.
Hester?
Leave me alone, Jack.
She's... has a fever. It's flu.
Don't worry. All right. There
we go. Good girl. I've got you.
I've got you.
I'm divorcing you, Leo.
You won't do that.
You couldn't bear the shame.
Oh, I'll cope.
But you, with your easy life
and your bloody book that
no-one wants or cares about...
You'll be penniless.
You'll have to work for a living.
How will you cope?
Mother? Philip can't live upstairs.
- We need to arrange the house, so he has his
own rooms. - Stop pulling. I can't bear it.
Always pulling at me! It's intolerable!
Why did you get me?
Why did you get me, if you
weren't going to love me?
I was sad, Mary.
I thought you could
make up for that sadness.
It's not your fault you couldn't.
God almighty, Mother.
- Is she settled?
- I'm getting her a hot water bottle.
You're leaving, Jack.
Michael and Christina
are coming to get you.
Have a drink, Mother.
Ah!
- You're going to need one.
- I don't want a drink.
They've always been close,
haven't they? Tina and Mickey?
Mickey and Tina.
So close.
I suppose it was inevitable.
They're at each other.
Lovers. I...
I saw them.
His hands all over her.
Her legs wrapped round his back.
"Ah, ah!"
I'm not going anywhere.
There's no getting rid of me.
Aw. Poor Mother.
You should have left me at the orphanage.
I didn't get you from an orphanage.
The woman who gave birth
to you is in the kitchen.
You've known her all your life.
Little boy.
With your temper tantrums.
You've no idea what it
takes to keep going.
I'm going to adopt the baby, Kirsten.
My child, but you won't be separated.
No-one will ever know.
I thought you were going to send me away.
None of this is your fault, Kirsten.
None of it.
Did you want something to eat?
I'm just going to sit here for a bit.
Park on the road. Christina,
meet me in the garden room.
- And Michael, you stay in the car. - I'll
walk with you. - Do as I say. It's important.
It's Jack, isn't it?
Of course it's Jack.
I wish he'd stop baiting her.
I'm done with this. I'm
done with all of it.
I'm done with her. Her mad
rules, her mad bloody bunker.
Everything. I'm done.
Mickey, don't. She loves us really.
Say please.
For once in your life.
Say it!
Please.
There we go.
Wasn't that hard, was it?
Keep that up -- we might get on better.
When you were in Korea,
I prayed day and night that
you would come home safely.
So did I.
Who'd have thought we'd
have something in common?
See, Mother -- we're
getting on better already.
Wouldn't he marry you?
What? Who?
When you told him you
were having a baby...
.. wouldn't he marry you?
It... wasn't like that.
Is it because of him
that I am the way I am?
Not knowing when to stop.
Am I like him?
I don't... I can't...
You have to take that to Hester.
- Are you coming back?
- Of course I am.
How did you bear it?
I just...
.. did.
Jesus!
What is it?
You found Michael quickly.
He was already with me.
Wrapping presents.
How fortuitous.
Jack tells me that you and Michael are...
.. involved.
With each other.
Tell me it isn't true.
I can't.
God.
The love...
.. the love I've wasted on you, you whore!
Oh, you're disgusting, you repulse me.
So ugly and so stupid.
You are an abomination. You disgust me.
You are filth, filth,
filth, filth, filth, FILTH!
Where's Jack? What has he done?
Jack saw us. He told her.
Well, she was going to have to find out
sooner or later, wasn't she, eh? Everyone was.
- We're disgusting. We're filth.
- No. No.
- No. We're not.
- We're stupid and ugly and dirty.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
We're not any of those things.
Don't run. Don't run.
Let me go! Let me go!
Don't!
Do you have the time? I'm
supposed to be there by nine.
I believed it was true. We all did.
That Jack had done it.
Because of things that
had happened. Things...
Things that had been said.
And his fingerprints.
They were on what was used
to kill her. On the decanter.
Then the weapon must
have been something else.
It has to have been.
Something... similar.
How is Mrs Durrant taking the news?
I put the coins on his eyes to close them,
so he looked more peaceful when she saw him.
I'll take them off
before she does, though.
There was a needle in his arm.
Poor man.
He can't have realised
how dangerous it was.
Whisky and morphine.
I'm so sorry.
I have to tell to Mary.
I didn't leave Philip's
shot out for him last night.
He was too drunk.
How could he overdose if I
didn't leave him his shot?
It doesn't make any sense.
He can't reach the morphine on his own.
Well?
You said he'd never know.
That no-one would know.
You promised.
I'm sorry.
I... I... I was angry.
I hope he doesn't hate you.
I don't want him to hate you.
None of this your fault,
none of it. None of it.
- Ah!
- Oh, God.
Oh, God.
I'm so sorry.
So sorry.
Ah! I...
I don't know what's happening to me!
I'm... I'm going to get help.
No, no, no, no, no! Don't leave
me! Please don't leave me!
All right.
Don't go. Please don't leave me.
- It's OK. - I'm so
frightened. - Sh, sh, sh.
Please don't leave me.
Little Kirsten.
Rachel?
Rachel?
There, there.
There, there.
There, there.
You say you went home at the usual time.
You didn't see Rachel.
I'll come and get you
when the police have gone.
What were you doing up there?
Making sure there's no-one else upstairs.
Go to your rooms. Do not go downstairs.
Do as you're told!
Jack...
.. was here.
Your fingerprints mixed
with your mother's blood.
No-one else's. Yours, Jack.
All right.
Yeah, let's go to trial.
I've always liked an audience,
and now I'm going to get one.
A packed-out courtroom
to see the bastard boy
go down for murdering his mother.
What everyone will want to know
is, what made him the way he is?
Yeah, "He'd been given everything.
Why did he turn out so vicious?"
It's something in you.
It's your temperament.
Something I've inherited.
- Maybe. Who can say?
- Kirsten can.
Who made me the way I am?
Well, you did.
Daddy.
I've worked it all out.
- You're mistaken.
- She was 15.
Little girl straight out of some home,
little girl with nothing,
come to help with Mary.
You know she told us once
it was the first time she'd
had a room of her own.
And who walks into it? You.
With your cock in your hand.
The murderer's father.
Your blood in my veins.
Oh, I'll take a life sentence for this.
If I get the rope, I'll walk up that
scaffold with a song in my heart.
It'll be worth it.
I'm going to ruin you.
I will sow your fields with salt.
I will drink from your hollowed skull.
I know exactly what you are, Leo Argyll.
By the time I'm done,
so will everyone else.
I am your plague.
And I'm coming for you.
Open the window. Unlock it.
- Open it now.
- Unlock the window. Come out.
- Why?
- Arthur! You're in danger!
We need to get you out.
Through the garden, not out the
front. We can't trust our father.
- Open the window, Arthur.
- I'll get my case.
Forget the case! Arthur!
Oh.
I'm... I'm leaving now.
Well, let me see you to the door.
No.
No!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
No, no, no!
No, no!
No, leave me alone! No!
No! Leave me alone!
Get off me! Leave me alone!
No!
Very professional men. They
know what they're doing.
I'll come and speak with you on the drive.
Calgary did abscond. He
very likely did meet Jack,
but much later than he said.
Jack gave him a time
that would exonerate him.
That fragile young man has
been a stooge, not an alibi.
I'm sorry you had to
listen to all of that.
It's very... upsetting.
So Jack's still guilty.
He still did it.
I'm afraid so.
No-one wanted him to be
innocent more than me.
Mary, I need to speak with you,
and you're going to
have to be a brave girl.
You're going to tell me that
Philip overdosed in the bathroom.
Yes.
Why is he dead?
Well, I'm afraid barbiturates
and whiskey are not a happy combination.
Not Philip.
Jack.
Why is Jack dead?
I told them.
How he was mine.
And yours.
Why is he dead?
He started a fight with another
prisoner. You know this.
But they never found out who killed him.
- No.
- Did they try?
Of course. Good God, what is this?
How did he start the fight?
Someone must have seen.
Maybe he said the wrong
thing to the wrong person.
Did he say the wrong thing to you?
- Did Philip?
- Did mother?
What the hell are you accusing me of?
Have you lost your damn minds?
I keep thinking about what Chief
Constable Gould said to you that time.
What time?
That time he said he'd have
every bone in Jack's body broken.
That he'd have his head kicked in half.
And you didn't say that he shouldn't.
And I keep thinking how
you went to see Jack,
and the next day he was dead.
My baby!
Oh, Kirsten.
How bitter you are.
This is her revenge because
I'm marrying again,
and I haven't chosen her.
I have to speak with Doctor Morsuch,
and then I expect all of you to apologise.
But you -- there's nothing you can say.
Trying to turn my own children against me?
Your life in this house is over.
Why?
He was so happy.
We were so happy.
He admitted it, Gwenda.
Admitted what?
Mother.
Kirsten. Kirsten, please.
PLEASE!
There, there. There, there.
Kirsten.
Kirsten, come back.
Please, Kirsten! KIRSTEN!