All language subtitles for Above.Suspicion.S01E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10

These seven women have all
been murdered in the same way

over a 12-year period.

You're saying that the
sick bastard bit her tongue?!

Remember who told
you about Anthony Duffy.

Joan only reckons Duffy's
the actor Alan Daniels.

This is John mcdowell. Two
counts of gbh, both on women.

It's been a real
pleasure meeting you.

You think it could be the
two of them? Could be.

I had a phone call last night. Alan
Daniels asking me to some ballet.

Mcdowell! I wanna
talk to you! Piss off!

Come on, then.

Get down there!

Drone of hair dryer I've
done fuck-all! Bastards!

Hello, who is it? "It's
your boss." Come in.

Intercom buzzes

Knock at door

what are you doing here?
Keeping an eye on you.

Give us a twirl. (Tuts)
It's going back tomorrow.

Too right, it is.

I want you to be absolutely
clear where we're going with this.

You follow parks' advice. You
offer up a few case details to Daniels.

You flatter him. You
try and draw him out.

And you take absolutely no
risks whatsoever. You understand?

Good.

I'll have a drop of that.

The car should be here
in about ten minutes.

Good luck.

Good evening, Anna. You
look absolutely beautiful.

Thank you.

That's a very elegant outfit.

Really? Yeah. Thanks.

I got it for half price.
Wore it in a movie.

Now, these... well, these
I'm not so sure about.

What do you think?
Oh, they're lovely.

Yeah, lovely. Rent-a-frock.

Did you have any problem
leaving work early today?

No, I said it was
a family matter.

Naughty! Told a fib.

Well, I don't think my boss would
appreciate me seeing you socially.

Why? Surely I'm
not still a suspect?

No, of course not. Just the
fact that you've been questioned.

It means it's not entirely appropriate
for me to be seen out with you.

So why did you agree
to come out tonight?

Big fan of the ballet. Aah!

And you, mr Daniels.

It's Alan, for god's sake.

And thank you for
agreeing to come out tonight.

You really do look beautiful!

We're going to have a
fantastic evening - I promise.

Yeah, I look forward to it.

Camera shutters click

Reporters fire questions
good to see you.

Barrage of questions

Hum of conversation subsides

♪ georges bizet:
Habanera from Carmen

♪ l'oiseau que tu
croyais surprendre

♪ battit De l'aile et s'envola

♪ l'amour est loin
tu peux l'attendre

♪ tu ne l'attends
plus, il est la

♪ tu crois le tenir, il t'evite

♪ tu crois l'eviter, il te tient

♪ l'amour

♪ l'amour

♪ l'amour est enfant De boheme

♪ il n'a jamais,
jamais connu De loi

♪ si tu ne m'aimes
pas, je t'aime

♪ si je t'aime,
prends garde a toi

♪ si je t'aime

♪ prends garde a toi

♪ l'amour est enfant De boheme

♪ il n'a jamais,
jamais connu De loi

♪ si tu ne m'aimes
pas, je t'aime

♪ si je t'aime,
prends garde a toi

♪ garde a toi

♪ si tu ne m'aimes pas

♪ je t'aime ♪ garde a toi

♪ si je t'aime

♪ prends garde a toi ♪

Yes, it is him. Man:
Happy birthday!

Happy birthday! Cheers.

I shouldn't be telling you all this.
I've drunk too much champagne.

We should never talk about
the cases we're working on.

I find it really hard to believe
this guy has got away with it,

and even harder to believe that you
don't have a single clue to his identity.

I mean, that said, it's
bloody terrifying to think

you actually had me questioned
and, for a minute there...

Thank you. ..Thought
that I might be involved.

The man must be
a bloody monster.

He's also very intelligent. He never
leaves any DNA. No fingerprints - nothing.

(Mouths)

Christ! How many people
has he killed? Eight.

That's including the
American murder.

That's another reason
why you were questioned.

You were in america
at the same time.

My boss has been
through all the dead files.

Ah. Now I understand.

Alan, if you were to
be questioned again,

you mustn't mention any of this.

I could get into
terrible trouble.

Of course, I wouldn't
say it to a soul!

Why would they want to re-question me? I
thought you said I wasn't a suspect. You're not.

You lived at shalcott street,
and so did most of the victims.

It's just... It's a
terrible coincidence.

Shalcott street.

All I've ever done...

..Is try to block that
from my memory.

Is that such a crime? No.

Diners chat and laugh

I was just a little boy...

..Brought up in a brothel.

She'd lock me in a cupboard
under the stairs, but...

..But that doesn't
make me a killer.

Why are they doing this to me?

God! Bloody
shalcott street! I...

I'm sorry. I promised
you a good evening and...

Excuse me, mr Daniels. Can I
have your autograph, please? Erm...

Yes, yes, of course. Thank you.

Mobile sms alert it's a pleasure.
I loved your movie. Oh, I'm glad.

There you go. Have a
lovely evening. Thank you.

Work. Hmm.

Alan, this has been lovely, but
I've got an early call tomorrow, so...

Look, Alan, I really
wouldn't worry.

They've got a new suspect.

Between you and me -
this guy, John mcdowell.

They found one of the
victims' handbags in his flat.

(Sighs)

Thank you. Thank you!

Sorry.

Thank you for tonight.
No, no, no. Thank you.

Thank you so much. Good night.

Go walkies!

Get in!

Let me out!

Glass smashes /
no audible speech

dog howls

intercom buzzes persistently

yes? "It's me, Langton."

Intercom buzzes

did you get the text? Yeah.
You told him about the handbag?

I was supposed to, wasn't
I? Yes. How did he react?

What did he say about mcdowell? He
just said that it proved he was innocent.

Went on about his
childhood all night. I mean...

Well, do you think
he is innocent?

I think he might be, sir.

Oh. "He might be", might he?

Is that because you had
a hot session with him?

A hot what, sir?

The driver reported he
was all over you like a rash.

The driver? Mm-hm.

Oh, undercover, was he? Yep.
Terrific (!) That's just great, sir.

Thanks (!) Come on, we had to protect you
somehow. Protect me? By telling me everything (?)

He also mentioned you drank
an awful lot of champagne.

I had one glass, sir!
No, you had more. Travis!

Sorry. God, you smell nice.

(Clears throat)

We'll pick this up in
the morning, all right?

Good night.

Door slams

Approaching
footsteps good morning!

I heard you had a good
night. It's him! It's Langton!

He scratched my car - again!

God, I think I'm in love!

Do you know any of these women,
mr mcdowell? Yeah, I know them.

Can you explain to me why handbags belonging
to them were found in your flat? No.

Do you recognise
any of these? No.

Well, it's a squat. People
are in and out all the time.

You'd be surprised
what I've woke up with.

They could have been dumped
by anybody. I've never seen 'em.

(Sobs)

Are you trying to tell me that
Kathleen Keegan's dead, as well?

(Gasps)

I'm being set up
for something here.

Look, I admit having
the drugs in the car,

but I've never seen
this slag for ten years!

You have stated that you were only at
Lillian Duffy's house in shalcott street -

a couple of times, yeah.

So did you ever see her
son Anthony Duffy there?

Sometimes, but then he was always
being yanked away to foster care

and the bitch would
drag him back again.

So when was the
last time you saw him?

Around the time
she was strangled.

She deserved it. We
all reckoned he'd done it.

Why did you reckon that? He
had more reason than anyone else.

Well, she knocked him about.

You just told me that you only went
to shalcott street a couple of times.

From what you say, you seem
to have been a regular visitor.

I was down on my luck. I
lost my club, I lost my car -

yeah, yeah! Shalcott street.

When I was in need of a
doss, that's where I went.

But when did you say was the
last time you saw Anthony Duffy?

Oh, Jesus! (Sighs)

20 years ago... he might
be dead now, for all I know!

So you haven't been in contact
with him over the past few months?

You're not listening!

I just said I haven't
seen him for 20 years.

I'm not feeling very well.

(Sighs) Need a break?

I need a bottle of vodka, but
I doubt you'll give it to me (!)

They also found a suitcase full of
women's underwear at your place.

Not "women's".

One woman.

Beryl.

I kept them. I loved her.

I was working in Manchester
when she was killed.

Broke my heart.

Look, I don't know
anything, you know.

My mind's gone.
It's not what it was.

I just work the door at the pub.

I'm paid with drinks.

Do you know this girl?

She's a looker...
But I don't know her.

Where were you on
the 7th of June this year?

Oh, Jesus! Holy god!

My mind's shut!

Remember...

I know exactly where
I was on June 7th.

It's my birthday.

Where were you, mr mcdowell?

Held in solihull police
station for drunk driving!

(Laughs maniacally)

(Continues to laugh)

Buzz of conversation

he may have done the honours,
but mcdowell's in the clear for Melissa.

He was in solihull
bloody Nick at the time!

Why you couldn't have found that
out before he was dragged down here -

I've traced him! What?

Daniel's unit driver. He's been in
Madagascar driving Russell Crowe.

Is there a bloody
point to this, Joan?

He says he drove Daniels to London.
He was here when Melissa was killed.

Right. We pick him up
first thing in the morning.

We search his place
again. We rip it apart!

My receipts for last night, sir.

Camera shutters click is
Alan Daniels the only suspect?

Mr Daniels is helping the police

in connection with the
murder of Melissa Stephens.

Reporters fire questions

this is all nonsense.
It's all nonsense.

Barrage of questions continues

right, gentlemen. I want this
place taken apart. Let's get on it.

We'd better find something
after putting him through that.

Did he know we were
tipped off? What do you think?

Is he going to be
charged with murder?

Alan, I'm sorry I
couldn't get here earlier.

I've been held up by
traffic. It's getting ridiculous.

They've taken everything - my
scarf, tie, shoes, shoelaces, cuff links...

You've got to get me out of here - full stop.
(Tuts) I might not be able to do that, Alan.

Right, mr Radcliff.
Gentlemen, please take a seat.

18th July, 2008 and
the time is 10:05am.

Was your unit driver
Roger Thornton?

Yes, I believe he was.

Mr Thornton has
given us a statement

saying that he drove
you from cornwall

to your flat in earls
court on June 6th

and subsequently collected
you for the drive back to cornwall

on June 8th. He said you
did not use him for the 7th.

So on the evening of June 7th,
did you drive your Mercedes?

Very possible.

Did you give Melissa
Stephens a lift? No, I didn't!

Get in! No!

Hollow tapping

Paul!

Do you know a John
mcdowell, mr Daniels?

From Manchester?

Ring any bells?
Yes. Yes, that's him,

the... the man I was
telling Travis about.

When did you see him last?
Oh, that's a good question.

Erm, it's gotta be at least...

What, 16? No, probably
longer - 20 years ago.

And... what kind of man was he?

From what I can remember, flashy, loud-mouthed,
wore terrible suits, nasty ties...

Rang a string of tarts from his health
clubs. He was always visiting her place.

Whose place?

Er... Lillian Duffy's.
Lillian Duffy.

Who's she?

She was a... (Clears
throat) Excuse me.

She was a prostitute. She ran the
house in shalcott street as a brothel.

He was always there, doing drugs. Apparently,
too many - he's now a complete addict.

Were you born Anthony Duffy?

(Sighs) Yes.

Is the woman in this
picture of you as a child...

..Lillian Duffy, your mother?

There you go. Is this
your mother, mr Daniels?

(Low) Yes.

Whether I'd describe her as a
mother or not, that's a different matter.

Your mother was murdered. Right?
Yeah, I was informed she had been.

A bit more than
that, mr Daniels.

You were arrested
and questioned.

Your mother had previously alleged - no!
- That you had attacked her.

No! No, that's not correct.

I was released. There were never
any charges brought against me.

You've just maintained that you
haven't seen mcdowell for 20 years,

but that when you did know him, he
was successful, running health clubs. Yes.

So how do you know, 20
years later, he's a drug addict?

Foregone conclusion, mate.

He was always out of his head
- drink or drugs, take your pick.

How do you know his
present circumstances?

It was a wild guess.

I put it to you that you've
seen mcdowell recently.

And I put it to you, pal,

that you're trying to stitch me up
on this. Why not ask Anna Travis?

She said you found
three victims' handbags

in mcdowell's place.

We have a tape recording of exactly
what detective constable Travis told you.

She told you that we found

one handbag in mcdowell's place.

How did you know
there were three?

Could you please
explain to me, mr Daniels,

why you stated that three
handbags were discovered - no.

No, I won't.

If you've got a fucking recording
of everything that bitch said to me,

you'll know what I said. Bag,
bags - what's the bloody difference?

Alan, just calm down.

I think, detective chief
inspector Langton,

it's time you either charged
my client, or released him.

As far as I can ascertain, you
have no evidence, no witness

and no proof whatsoever,

- bar the fact his mother ran
a brothel and abused him -

that my client has any
connections with these murders!

Knock at door

excuse me.

For the benefit of the tape,
dci Langton is leaving the room

at 1600 hours.

Door closes

No, no, no... this is all lies.

This is lies. Do
something about it.

I'm innocent! This is
going to destroy me!

We'll take out an injunction.
Door opens and closes

dci Langton has just
re-entered the room at 16:01.

Melissa Stephens's handbag.

One of the many trophies found in
mr Daniels' apartment. Please sit down.

Sit down, please.

Suspenseful music

Mr Daniels, I am now
going to question you

in regard to the murder
of Melissa Stevens.

I want...

..Anna Travis.

I don't want him
sitting opposite me!

You don't have a choice - you
won't get another word out of me

unless she's facing me
at this table - not you!

Do you understand?
That is the deal.

Why does he want to speak to me?

He wants to get
inside your head.

It's not going to be pleasant,

but I think we can get a
confession out of him this way.

Ok? Ok.

Mike will pass the photographs over
to you in order of the victims' murders.

If you think you're going to come unstuck, give
him a signal. A tap on the knee, or something.

The last thing we want is for him
to go down the "no comment" route.

If that happens, we're looking
at months on the case. Ok?

You follow protocol. Don't
forget to caution him again.

I'll be right there with you.

It's imperative we get a full,
detailed confession to these murders.

All right. Give me a minute.

Does she know what
she's letting herself in for?

If she screws up, the
press will have a field day.

You er... Think she
can handle it, boss?

Course she can.
She's Jack Travis's girl.

Could you please tell me
what your relationship was

with the victim Lillian Duffy?

You know what it was,
Anna. It's DC Travis...

..And for the tape, I
require you to tell me.

Who was she?

The bitch that gave birth to me.

When I was five, she put me
in a bath of scalding-hot water.

She said she didn't mean
to hurt me - she was drunk.

The burns festered, and one of
her bitches took me to casualty.

They sent round
the social services.

She told them I'd
run the bath myself.

When they left, she beat the living
daylights out of me for causing trouble.

She said, if I ever told anyone,

she'd drown me next
time. I had a terror of baths.

Did you kill your - don't
fucking interrupt me!

I'm giving you your motive, you stupid
bitch! If you want it, you'll listen!

I went to school with bruises
and broken arms, legs, teeth...

She'd say, "he fell downstairs."

If I were really sick, she'd put me in a
cupboard for days without food or water.

Whatever condition I were in,
she could always lie her way out of it

and say I'd done it to
myself. Would you tell me -

slams hand on table

She wouldn't let me go...

..Because she could
make money out of me.

Do you know how she made money

out of a seven-year-old
boy, her own son?

I were raped for money.

She'd turn me up
and watch men...

..Rape me.

I was seven!

But you know what?

You know what?

I think I inherited
her talent for acting.

Oh, she could give an Oscar-winning
performance of motherly love (!)

I had to wait a long...
Long time, yeah?

..Before I were old
enough and strong enough.

Before she were
frightened of me!

Now...

Now we get to the
good part, yeah?

The night I killed her. Whilst
having sexual intercourse with her?

Oh, yeah, I fucked her!

Made sure she were watching me.

Tied her hands behind her back,

sitting astride her like
she were a donkey!

And then I rolled her over...

..And I wound round her neck

her stinking, dripping tights...

..And I watched the
light go out of her eyes.

I was still inside
her when she died.

She were my first.

Did you retain any
keepsake? What?

On the night Lillian
Duffy was murdered,

did you take anything from her?

Oh, I see where
you're going with this.

Fucking brilliant! Very
good! Very proud of you.

Hey, very insightful (!)

Yeah, I did. Her handbag.

Make-up, a few quid...

I used to make
myself up with her stuff.

It were a turn-on, you know.
Why was that, mr Daniels?

(As Anna) Why was
that, mr Daniels?

Why was that, mr Daniels?

I'll tell you, Anna.

Because it reminded
me of watching her die!

Do you still have her handbag?

Erm... no. Not hers.

A few others, but you
know that, don't you?

I hid hers in that
drunk mcdowell's squat.

Could you identify this
woman for me, please?

(Chuckles)

Kathleen "fat fuck" Keegan.

She were a disgusting old bitch,

and that's a
flattering photograph!

She weighed 18 stone,
the bloated dripper.

An even worse piece
of shit than my mother.

Did you kill Kathleen Keegan?

Oh, Anna...

You bet your sweet
little pussy I did.

I'm now going to question you on
the murder of Melissa Stephens.

Melissa? Yeah, she were my first young one.
It's because she recognised me. I had to.

I just thought she were a
prostitute, standing on the pavement.

She wasn't, though, was
she? She was a young student.

It's Alan Daniels, isn't it?
Missed your last tube home?

Yeah, I did. Well, I'll
give you a lift, if you like.

Thanks. Jump in.

So, where's home? Islington.

Islington it'll be, then.

'I didn't want to do
her, but she knew me!

She gave me no choice!'

why have we stopped?

What are you doing?

(Cries out repeatedly)

'Yeah, she were lovely.

Oh, she were beautiful!

Oh, god! Her body were perfect.

Firm, yet soft to the touch.

Clean...

So pretty...'

(moans)

(Screams)

(Groans) (Muffled screams)

(Cries out in agony)

That's when I... I kissed her.

You didn't kiss her. You bit
out her tongue, you sick bastard!

Was that to stop her screaming?

Don't fucking talk to
me like that, you bitch!

Sit down, mr Daniels.

You were next.

Kathleen Keegan, Mary
Murphy, Barbara whittle,

beryl villiers,
Sandra donaldson,

Teresa booth...

(Sighs) Thelma delray.

What about the other Americans,
yeah? Where are their photographs?

Sadie zadine...
Marla Courtney...

Ah, you didn't know
about them! Did you?

Where's my beautiful Melissa?

Where is she? What
have you done with her?

Ah, there she is!

Hello.

Jesus, god!

They're all mine. For the tape,

are you admitting to murdering
all these women, mr Daniels?

Oh, yes.

But I don't wanna talk any more.

I'm tired. I wanna sleep.

I wanna sleep.

Interview is completed.

It's 10:05pm.

Mr Daniels, please...

Well done, girl.

(Inhales and exhales deeply)

Ladies and gentlemen!

Cheering and applause

great work, everyone!

(Inhales and exhales deeply)

Well done, Travis. We
keep him here tonight,

then it's over to the magistrates'
court first thing in the morning.

There'll be a lot
of press outside.

Dramatic music

do you want to
have dinner tonight?

Dinner?

Yeah - with me.

Nod for a yes, shake for a no.

Boss! Boss! Downstairs - now.

Christ knows where he
hid it. He was checked out!

What a fucking
mess! Is he still alive?

I think so, sir. We've
called an ambulance.

(Coughs)

(Laboured breathing)

He's gone.

Low conversation

door opens

murmurs subside

someone's gonna pay for this,

so you better make
sure our house is in order.

Pca will be all over it...

..And I don't intend to
be their sacrificial lamb.

Siren wails

You ok?

Your father would've
been proud of you.

What a fucking mess!

So I guess that's
dinner off, then?

Maybe next week? Yeah, maybe
it's not such a good idea, sir.

It was only dinner, Travis!

No, it wasn't.

Good night.

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