All language subtitles for 1asdasd33

[Officer] I know, I
know, I understand that.

There's a conspicuous absence

of plainclothes
personnel, Stella.

[Officer] Well,
any time, any time.

You have a nice weekend.

And you, sir.

[Birds chirping]

[Couple chattering]

[Crowd] Surprise!

["Rhythm 'n' blues"
by Eric Winstone]

Happy birthday.

[Crowd applauding]

Daddy, you have to make a wish.

A wish, you say?

["Rhythm 'n' blues"
by Eric Winstone]

Done.

Right, can I have
some cake now, please?

[Soft dramatic theme]

[Soft chattering]

No, no, I never
saw that one, no.

♪ Picking a chicken with you ♪

Oh, my god!

Sandra, not so hard.

Don't worry, Mrs.
Muncie, I can take it.

Want one?

No, no, I'd better not.

According to Agnes
I have given up.

Yes, he has given up.

How's things down in the lab?

Progress is being
made slowly, sir,

but I managed to
persuade Glasgow university

school of medicine to
donate a microscope.

Papa.

Pour vous.

[William] Merci, sweetheart.

You're welcome.

[People chattering
with music playing]

Here, take a look at that.

[Soft dramatic theme]

[People chattering]

Are you concerned, sir?

He's come to your
home, that's out of order.

It's just posturing,
that's all it is.

He's been out three
months, he's kept his nose

clean thus far.

Don't say anything
to Agnes, though,

'cause I don't
want her worrying.

Understood, sir.

[People chattering]

[Loud smacking]

Now the woman you
attacked last Sunday

had a three-year-old
son with her.

That wee boy had
to sit and watch

while you punched
and kicked his mother.

What do you say to that?

I'm innocent.

The woman that you
attacked last night said

she'd had an operation.

A woman's operation.

Said she was in pain.

She said she
begged you for mercy,

but you went right ahead
and raped her anyway.

What do you say to that?

I say if you're trying
to make me puke,

you're doing a bang up job.

You're not a boy any more.

There's no more approved school.

There's no more borstal.

This time it's gonna be prison,
and for a good long while.

I'll see you when you get out.

I'm still gonna be here.

[Dramatic theme music]

[Doo-wop music playing]

♪ Something's got me
laughing at the raindrops ♪

♪ bop sho bop bop sho bop ♪

♪ something's got me
weeping in the sun ♪

♪ bop bop bop bop ♪

♪ mysterious bizarre ♪

♪ and bound to wreck my mind ♪

♪ has got me before
I even have begun ♪

♪ bop sho bop bop sho bop ♪

♪ don't know how the
fish swim in the ocean ♪

♪ bop sho bop bop sho bop ♪

♪ I don't know we
bother on this land ♪

♪ bop bop bop bop ♪

♪ but something drives me mad ♪

♪ something nothing
can't explain ♪

Don't waste your
time, chubby Miller

thinks he's god's gift.

You work in Livingston's, right?

You're on the machines
a few rows over from me.

Don't worry, I wouldn't
recognize me, either.

It's those chaff shower
caps they make us wear.

I'm Barbara, but
everybody calls me babs.

Mary.

Are you on your own?

I'm waiting on some friends.

They were meant
to be here by now.

Ba-ba-ba-baby.

You're looking good, babs.

I'm having a conversation, Tony.

Lovely hair you've got, Mary.

Aye, my dog's got
a lovely coat, too.

Why don't you go
somewhere you're wanted?

All right, later, alligator.

[Barbara] Dipsticks.

Actually, I was
thinking about dyeing it.

Why, don't do that.

I'd kill to be a redhead.

[Soft music]

[Peter] "Dear ma,

I am watching the best
years of my life roll away.

And I can tell
you, it's no picnic.

You tell me I'm best
to do my nine years

and forget Mr. Muncie,

but unfortunately for him
I am not made like you.

So with sincerest apologies
and deepest regrets,

I have to tell you that
my mind is made up.

One way or another,
Mr. Muncie is going to pay."

["Only you"]

♪ Can make the darkness bright ♪

♪ only you and you alone ♪

♪ can thrill me like you do ♪

♪ and fill my heart
with love for only you ♪

[Music playing in background]

No, that'll be
tuppence and it hurts.

You'd better hurry,
you'll miss your bus.

[People shouting and chattering]

Stupid girl.

[Eerie music]

[Woman screaming]

Hello?

[Mary whimpering]

Don't say a goddamn word.

[Older man] Hello?

[Mary whimpering]

Hello!

[Mary whimpering]

Hello!

Is there anybody there?

Hello!

[Mary sobbing]

Say a word and I'll murder ya.

[Mary whimpering]

I'm gonna cut your
head off and Bury ya.

Not a peep.

Smoke?

No, no, thank you.

Crazy day.

Crazy, crazy day.

I've been down in the dumps
since the moment I woke up.

I even went down to
the Clyde to drown myself

this evening, but,

when I got there I
remembered I can swim.

Sorry you felt
down in the dumps.

You should be.

You see, when I get
down in the dumps, I just,

I feel this overpowering
need to murder someone.

Are you cold?

No.

- Do you want my blazer?
- No, no, I'm fine, thank you.

Suit yourself.

I've never done
anything like this before.

Maybe it was your hair.

You see, I had a fiancee
once and she was a redhead.

So maybe that's what did it.

Maybe if you'd been
blonde I wouldn't have laid

a finger on you.

No.

Am I boring you?

No, no.

Shall we?

Come on, I'll see you home.

It's the least I can do.

Come on.

I suppose you'll be
reporting me to the police?

No.

I'll go with you
now if you want,

tell them what I've done?

No, I just want to get home.

I think I'll take off my shoes.

Hey, hey, hey!

You've not been
eating your carrots.

You could do some
serious damage with this.

Why don't you go?

[Tense theme music]

[Mary shivering]

[Dogs barking]

[Soft dramatic theme]

[Dog barking in the background]

He had a knife.

He told me if I screamed
he'd cut my throat.

That he'd cut off my
head and Bury me.

That must have been
very frightening for you.

I told him I had two children

so he'd think I was older.

Yes, that was good thinking.

He just said I was telling fibs.

And then he started kissing me,

touching me.

I told him to stop
but he wouldn't.

Then he started
pushing against me.

[Mary sobbing]

So five foot
four, five foot five,

dark hair,

smartly dressed, a smoker.

And then this business
with the American accent.

Does that sound about
right to you, Mary?

Yes, sir.

Now I know it's a tall order
to ask you to be precise

about such an ordeal, but
are you sure about these times?

Because 3 1/2 hours
seems like an awful long time

to be sitting in a field in
the middle of the night.

I'm sure, sir.

He said he was gonna
keep me there all night.

Did he give you any
reason for wanting to do that?

No, sir.

We're nearly there.

You're doing great.

Now is there any,

anything else that you
can remember, Mary?

It doesn't matter
how small it is.

I think he might
live on our estate.

What makes you say that?

I think I've seen him before.

I think him and his dad take
the same bus as me to work.

[Bus bell ringing]

Are you ok?

[Dramatic theme music]

[Background chattering]

Mr. Manuel?

What the bloody
hell do you want?

It's not bloody enough
for you to deprive our Peter

of his Liberty for nine
years for crimes he didn't do.

Nine years!

No, that's not
enough, is it, no.

The disgrace to our family.

The disgrace!

Muncie, I'm talking to you.

Yes, Mr. Manuel,
I'm aware of that.

Bastards.

Peter!

Mrs. Manuel.

How's your work at
the hospital, Theresa?

Fine.

[Samuel] Peter!

Detective inspector muncie.

Long time no see.

What brings you here?

[Soft dramatic theme]

I was in the field
just not with her.

Your father said
you were in all night.

I'm his son, he's
looking out for me.

You mean lied to the police.

Come on, muncie,

keep the old buffer out of it.

I told you I was there.

Now, show me what you've
learnt since our last encounter.

Dazzle me with some
detective brilliance.

If you weren't with
the victim in the field,

what were you doing there?

Checking on my snares,
seeing if I'd caught any conies.

Poaching rabbits?

Guilty as charged.

We found a sheath
knife in the field

in a location
consistent with where

Ms. Mclauchlan
said you'd thrown it.

She identified it as
the knife you'd used

to threaten her with.

Any fingerprints on it?

The knife matched
her description.

What, sharp and pointy?

Where did she get this stuff?

The only reason my
knife was in that field

was 'cause of rusty, my dog.

He was sniffing about
the railway tracks

so I slung the knife at him
to scare him back to me.

When Ms. Mclauchlan
picked you out of the line-up,

you looked at her in a
manner that suggested

that you knew her.

Why was that?

It's a nice bit of wpc you've
got on you there, boys.

Mr. Muncie asked you a question.

You look awful fetching
in that uniform, darling.

Watch your mouth!

Oh!

I like there's a wee smack
of romance in the air.

Peter.

Yes, sir?

Had you met Ms.
Mclauchlan before?

No.

Did you get my birthday card?

You're gonna hear that
Peter Manuel just loves

the sound of his own voice.

Peter Manuel's all
mouth and no trousers.

I don't want any of you
getting taken in by any of that.

Because Peter Manuel
is a very real threat

to the women of this community.

In 1946, when
he was out on bail,

he seriously assaulted
a young mother

walking home with her child.

Four days later he attacked
and sexually assaulted

a second woman.

And the very next day he
attacked and raped a third.

He did nine years in
peterhead for those crimes

and he very badly wants to
make up for all that lost time.

Mary mclauchlan was the first.

I want to make sure
that she's also the last.

Now he's up in court
on Tuesday and he's got

a chance of bail.

It is our job to guarantee
that there is enough evidence

for a conviction.

Well, good luck, get on with it.

Come on, ma,

let me have my grub,
standing there all gloomy.

Is there something you
want to say to me, son?

Like what?

You know.

You think I did it, don't you?

You think I did that
to that poor girl?

That hurts, ma.

I don't want to hurt you,
son, I want to help you.

If that's the best you
can do, feel free not to try.

Morning, Hugh.

Morning, sir.

Go on.

[People chattering with
typewriters operating]

Bill.

Sir.

Too many man hours
on this Manuel thing.

Yeah well, that's just
because I don't want

to leave anything
to chance, sir.

The Lassie wasn't
raped, no theft.

Your approach is
out of proportion.

I'm not sure Mary mclauchlan
would see it that way, sir.

Well, she's not your boss.

You've got sheriff bang
'em up Boyd on Tuesday.

There's no way the nasty
little tartar's getting bail.

It's not just the bail, sir.

We've also got
the trial to consider.

Look what he
got up to last time.

He lost.

Don't be getting
obsessive, bill.

Let the lawyers
deal with the trial.

Sir.

We have some items
of Manuel's clothing.

And the footprints from the
field exactly match the tread

on his shoes.

Also,

thanks to our new bit of kit,

I was able to ascertain
that soil found on his shoes

and trousers was
consistent with samples taken

from the field.

And then there's this.

A significant quantity
of dried semen.

Just like 1946.

Premature ejaculation.

It's the fear in his
victims which arouses him

rather than
penetrative intercourse.

It's not just about
catching them, laird,

it's about finding out
what makes them tick.

Yes, sir.

This is excellent work, Hugh.

Thank you, sir.

[People chattering]

Remanded to barlinnie
pending trial, sir.

Thank you, sheriff Boyd.

I think we're allowed
a wee smile, Iris.

600 mourners were in
attendance at the friends church

in fairmount, Indiana.

An estimated 200,400 fans
gathered outside the church.

For a poxy actor who bawled
and grated his way through

a grand total of three films?

People are mugs.

And you could do
better I suppose?

I will do better, pal,
and I'm not some

poxy actor neither.

Yep, thanks.

[People chattering]

Manuel's put in a request
to conduct his own defense.

The prison doctor's examined
him and declared him sane

and fit to plead.

The cocky wee arse
is definitely stuffed now.

For god's sake, Duncan,
he did the exact same thing

nine years ago.

Represented himself in court.

The judge even complimented
him on his professionalism.

Nor does anything
without a reason.

It says that women
are more likely

to poison their
victims than men.

Isn't that curious?

Bill?

Why do you think...

Why do you think Manuel kept
Mary with him for 3 1/2 hours

when he'd got what he
wanted in 10 minutes?

Well, there's no mystery there.

He

Wanted to drag it out
for as long as possible.

Poor girl.

[Jury chattering]

[Judge] Mr. Manuel?

Mr Manuel?

Ms. Mclauchlan, have
you ever spoken to me

at any time prior to
the night of Saturday,

the 13th of July, 1955?

No.

I'm sorry, Ms. Mclauchlan,
could you speak up, please?

No.

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

you've heard one
version of what transpired

that fateful night.

Now is the time for
you to hear the truth.

Somewhat
embarrassing facts which,

to spare miss
mclauchlan's blushes,

I declined to tell the police.

Objection, milord.

[Judge] On what
grounds, Mr. Farrel?

There is a danger
here that he may seek to

unfairly influence jury opinion

with unsubstantiated
statements not made under oath.

Indeed there is, Mr. Farrel,
and now the jury have been

alerted to it.

You may continue, Mr. Manuel.

Thank you, milord.

Is it not true, Ms. Mclauchlan,

is it not true,

Mary,

that for some weeks prior to
the night of 13th July, 1955,

you and I had been,
as the saying goes,

romantically involved?

[Audience members chuckling]

Ms. Mclauchlan, his lordship
did not ask you the question,

I asked you the question.

No, that's not true.

Furthermore, is it not also true

that on the night in
question, I told you

as tactfully as I was able
that I wished our affair to end?

That you were saddened
by this information

and that I tarried at your side
to proffer you some comfort.

Her silence is
eloquent, is it not?

Ladies and gentlemen, what
other plausible explanation

can there be for the
fact that the witness,

by her own admission,
spent over three hours,

half the night, with
me, a total stranger

she would have
you believe, in a field.

No.

He's lying, he's lying!

He's lying!

They say hell hath no
fury like a woman scorned.

Well, I've certainly learnt
my lesson in that regard.

No further questions, milord.

Please, sir, you
can't believe him.

[Judge] Calm down,
Ms. Mclauchlan.

[Mary] I swear to god,
I've never met him before

in my life!

[Judge] Ms. Mclauchlan!

Please!

He's a liar!

[Judge] Ms. Mclauchlan?

[Mary] Please?

[Laughing]

There she is, there's the slag.

Aye, you tart!

Have a heart, boys,
life's not easy for gingers.

Mary?

Mary?

Mary.

The law let you down badly
today, but I want you to know

that I will not rest until
Peter Manuel's behind bars.

Oh, leave her alone.

You promise me?

I promise you.

[People chattering]

[Agnes] Hello, darling.

[William] Hello.

[Doorbell ringing]

Mum, he's early.

Well, don't just stand there.

Come in, Douglas,
she's just getting ready.

Thank you, Mrs. Muncie.

Sir.

Douglas is taking our
daughter to the pictures.

Which one was it again?

Lady and the tramp, sir.

You don't let her out of
your sight and you get her

back here by 11:00 sharp.

Yes, sir.

I'll just go check on Jane.

Jane?

Right, I'm off out.

Doing anything nice, son?

Ask me no questions,
ma, I'll tell you no lies.

[Samuel] Bye, son.

[Peter] See ya.

What is it, bill?

Do you remember
Jane up at view park?

Got on at me, got on
at me to make the fence

stronger around
about the hen house.

[Agnes] Yes.

Me being too busy,
and then of course

the fox getting amongst
the hens and she wouldn't

speak to me for a week.

You can't build a fence
around every house

in the country, bill.

I know.

If, heaven forbid, that
monster does strike again,

you will catch him.

They will put him
away for years.

What if this time he
does something worse?

What if this time he
doesn't leave a witness?

♪ Runnin' wild ♪

♪ lost control ♪

♪ runnin' wild ♪

♪ mighty bold ♪

♪ feelin' gay ♪

♪ reckless too ♪

♪ got a care free mind
all the time never blue ♪

♪ always goin' ♪

♪ I don't know where ♪

♪ always showin' ♪

♪ I don't care ♪

♪ don't love nobody ♪

♪ it's not worth while ♪

♪ all alone runnin' wild. ♪

["Runnin' wild" by
grey wood Gibbs]

Excuse me.

I see you dyed it then?

Yeah.

It suits you.

Do you want to dance?

Definitely.

♪ Always goin' ♪

♪ I don't know where ♪

♪ always showin' ♪

♪ I don't care ♪

♪ don't love nobody ♪

♪ it's not worth while ♪

♪ all alone ♪

♪ runnin' wild ♪

[Andrew] You're an ok dancer.

Thanks very much.

Sorry about the old trot.

What's your name?

Private,

private Andrew murnin.

You?

Private Anne kneilands.

You know what,
private kneilands?

What?

I think 1956 is
gonna be a good year.

♪ I don't care ♪

♪ don't want nobody ♪

♪ it's not worth while ♪

♪ all alone ♪

[Soft dramatic theme]

[Dramatic theme music]