All language subtitles for WPC 56 - 03x02 - Walk the Line.RB58.English.orig.Addic7ed.com

Taylor.

A neighbour telephoned
reported it in.

Said she heard shouting
and a man scream.

Did she see anyone go in or out?

- No, sir.
- Any idea who lives here?

- It's Brigadier Morris and his wife.
- THE Brigadier Morris?

From the fundraiser the
other night, yes, sir.

And you haven't been inside?

Sergeant Swift ordered me to wait
for a male officer to arrive.

Shall we?

Hello?

Police. Anybody here?

It's all right. You're safe now.

You're safe now. It's OK.

Can you tell us what happened?

He was... waiting for us.

Is he still here?

I don't know....

Leave me.

Graham.

Your husband?

Where is he?

The cellar.

Hello?

Brinford Police.

Brigadier Morris.

(Brigadier Morris?)

I bet I could blow it all day
and not get anything out of it.

It's all in the lips.

Oh, Sergeant, Mrs Fenton rang,
says you forgot your... sarnies.

Wow!

What other hidden
talents do you have?

Well, actually quite a few.

Perkins!

All done, Sarge.

Oh, yes. Lovely job
you've done there.

What's this?

The sarge is reviving
the station band.

And you're going to be
the first to sign up.

It's going to be a
real boost for morale.

- It's going to be fun.
- What are you doing?

"The new Doris Day",

that's what they called me
at the Butlins talent show.

Yes.

I'm sure that you were very good.

Very good, but...?

Number one - you're not
a serving police officer.

I'm sure you can turn
a blind eye... for me.

Course he can.

Number two... you're a woman.

Well, you haven't complained
about that before!

Sorry.

It's out of my hands.

Sergeant, I need these checked
for fingerprints. It's urgent.

I'll take care of it, Inspector.

A tooth.

Is it a murder then?

Why would you think that?

Pliers, covered in blood.
Urgent fingerprint test.

You ever thought about joining CID?

Maybe, one day...

But in the meantime, number three
beat is missing its constable.

Yes, Sarge. On my way.

- Perkins.
- Sarge?
- Not so fast.

I'm coming with you.

Has there been a complaint?

No. Just time you got
some proper training.

Susie.

Susie?

So twice daily you
want to do the cafes.

See who's hanging about.

These places are like honey
pots for all sorts.

What can I get you?

Coffee for me, and he'll have...?

Perkins... what do you fancy?

As if that isn't a stupid question.

A er... tea, a tea. Ta.

Coming up.

Never knew you had
such exotic tastes.

- Don't know what you're talking about.
- Yeah, right.

Anyway, you want to aim a bit higher.

Once you get your stripes, you'll
be beating the ladies off

with your truncheon.

Me? A sergeant.

Why not?

Coffee.... and a tea.

Lovely.

Thank you.

How much...?

Oh, dear. You have
got a lot to learn.

Tell him, Bab.

On the house. Orders from the boss.

Legit businesses like
having a copper around.

Find it reassuring.

If they want to show their
appreciation with a free cuppa,

well, it would be impolite
to refuse, wouldn't it?

When you put it like that...

Oi, sweetheart.

My name is not Bab, or sweetheart.

It's Gloria.

Well, Gloria...

my pal here's got something
he wants to ask you?

And what might that be?

I... er.. w.. w...

Where are your toilets?

Out the back. First left.

Hey, where's me doughnut?

Appalling.

A man fights for his country,
survives the war,

only to be murdered in his own home.

Tortured first.

Looked like he'd been
worked on for some time.

Was anything missing from the house?

We'll have to wait for Mrs Morris
to make a full statement.

There is the matter
of her jewellery, sir.

What's that, Taylor?

Mrs Morris - she was wearing
pearl earrings, a diamond ring,

- all untouched.
- Which would appear to rule
out robbery as a motive.

Can she identify her assailant?

His face was hidden.

- All she can say is that
he was strong, determined.
- Right.

Well, nothing will bring
her husband back.

Catching his killer may
give her some peace.

Have you ever seen anything
like this before?

Where do you start?

Well, we do have one suspect.

The man who squared
up to Brigadier Morris

at the beauty pageant.

William Sheppard?

He clearly has a grudge against him.

But he's not a murderer, he's
a friend of my father's.

They served together during
the war. Special Operations.

So he's been trained to kill?

The enemy, not his commanding
officer. He's a good man.

And yet he drunkenly attacked
another man in public.

Well, I've never seen
him be violent before.

Well, I still need to
eliminate him as a suspect.

You know where he lives?

Then let's go.

Detective Inspector Sawyer,

- can you confirm Brigadier
Morris was murdered?
- Inspector!

- Do you have any suspects?
- Inspector!

How did he die? At
least tell us that.

Inspector!

A pint of Best please.
And one for him.

What? On duty?

Give him some pop.

Sid.

Wally! Long time.

- Pint?
- Aye, thanks. Ta.

I popped in the station.

Said you were on number three,

I hoped I'd find you in
your old watering hole.

Wally King. Tommy Perkins.

Look at that fresh face, eh? Eh?!

Eager expression, eh?

Reminds me of someone.

Wally was my sergeant
when I joined up.

Move!

Happy days, eh?

Happy days.

Sid...

I'm in a spot of bother.

What kind of bother?

He's OK.

You know I'm a night
watchman. Army stores.

Buchanan Lane?

Yeah, these last few weeks,
stock's been walking.

Carton of fags, box of tea.

Nothing serious.

Until last night.

Ten whole crates, swiped
from right under my nose.

How?

I must have nodded off.

You'd think I'd be used to nights,

but I can't keep my eyes open.

Crates of what?

Tinned salmon. Canadian.
It's top quality.

- Worth a pretty penny, then?
- A couple of hundred quid.

I haven't told my boss.

He won't know it's gone
till the end of the week

when it's being shipped out.

So you need it back by then?

Or I'm out of a job.

And that would be it.

Everything's gone to
pot since Gladys...

On her deathbed, I swore
I'd look after Pru,

but if I can't earn...

Leave it with me.

Thanks, Sid. Knew
I could rely on you.

Perkins.

So, what did they get up to,
this Special Operations unit?

My dad never speaks about the war.

He says it's not for a woman's ears.

Do your duty, boys.

Mr Sheppard, it's the police.

For King and country.

Come to the door.

King and country!

Stay here, make sure he doesn't bolt.

Mr Sheppard?

Knew you'd come for me one day.

I'm DI Harry Sawyer.

You can't run forever.

Put the gun down.

Why couldn't you leave me alone?

Haven't I paid enough?

- William.
- Taylor, stay where you are.

William, it's me, Annie.

Annie.

What are you...?

Why don't you give me the gun?

That's it.

Thank you.

Yes, sir, no, sir,
three bags full, sir.

William Sheppard, I am arresting you

on suspicion of the murder
of Brigadier Morris.

You are not obliged to say anything
unless you choose to do so,

but what you say will be taken down

and may be used as
evidence against you.

Sooner or later...

we all have to pay.

Come on.

All right, Fletcher. Cell number two.

Come on.

Now that's what I like to see -
decisive action, a quick arrest.

Has he confessed?

No, not yet, but he'll be more
co-operative once he sobers up.

- Good work, Inspector.
- Thank you, sir.

Perkins, just the man.

Sir?

My car, filthy state.

Find a bucket and sponge,
wash it down for me.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Sir.

All right to take this
to the prisoner, Sergeant?

He'll need more than
that to clear his head.

Constable Taylor, already
making a good impression.

- Sir?
- The arrest of that
degenerate, Clifford Starkey.

Your father was a fine officer.

I have high hopes for you.

Thank you, sir.

All right, Taylor.
Back to your duties.

Don't forget to polish
the chrome, Constable.

A quiet word... sir.

I won't let you do this again.

Do what exactly?

I gave you a chance to go quietly.

You could be enjoying your
retirement right now.

Slippers and a pipe
in front of the fire?

Not my style.

If I get so much as a whiff

that you've been up to
your tricks again...

Really, Briggs, you're letting your
imagination get the better of you.

Next time, I'll make sure the whole
world knows exactly what you are.

Do I make myself clear?

Perfectly.

Good.

An officer who puts his
troops before himself.

How admirable.

Decorated war hero...

now he's all over the front page.

Poor Margaret. Terrorised
in her own home.

Bravest soldier I ever served with.

Was he William's
commanding officer too?

Where were you stationed?

Annie.

Why are you interrogating me?

Thought you'd be better off
trying to find who did this.

Who's leading the case?

DI Sawyer.

Have they found a murder weapon?
The got any suspects?

I couldn't say.

No, of course.

I'm sorry, you've
got your own duties.

All those lost little kiddies are
not going to find themselves.

Just as well that
you're not involved.

- And why's that?
- More tea?

I spent 20 years dealing
with the terrible things

that one human being
can do to another.

A man can handle it.

It's not for a woman.

- And what about Mum?
- Leave me out of this, love.

She worked in munitions.

That was far more dangerous
than anything I do.

Those were different,
desperate times,

but now they're over.

She's back home where she belongs.

Mum made her choice.

Wearing this uniform was mine.

Dr Jones' syrup of figs.

If that don't get him
moving, nothing will.

- Thank you very much.
- Sergeant Fenton, always a pleasure.

Sorry, missus, early closing.

- Charming!
- There's no need for that, Sergeant.

The Frys are my best customers.

Welcome to Aladdin's cave,

where, if you say the magic words,

Mr Clarke with furnish you with
anything your heart desires.

As long as it's fallen
off the back of a lorry.

Storeroom.

What? Why?

What you looking for?

Tinned salmon.

I've got some lovely pilchards.

Hey!

Stolen army supplies.

Robbing the food from
our brave boys' mouths?

You know that's something
I'd never be a part of.

Ronnie, you would sell
your old ma's glass eye

if you thought you could
turn a quick profit.

You know what, Sergeant Fenton?

I won't take offence cos I can see
how especially hot and bothered

you are about this filched fish.

There's nothing there, Sarge.

Just to prove there are no hard
feelings, I'll put the word out.

Soon as I hear anything, I'll
be straight on the telephone.

Yeah, course you will.

Sergeant Swift.

Miss Nightingale.

Have you come to your senses?

I was about to ask you the same.

So what if Constable Taylor wanted
to join your precious band?

- Oh...
- She is a serving police officer.

- Yes, but the rules...
- Are meant to be broken.

Being in a band requires
discipline, concentration, no...

No distractions.

Now, I hope that's the
final word on the matter.

Where were you at approximately
11 o'clock yesterday morning?

Were you in Moorgate Road?

You know who lives in Moorgate
Road, don't you?

Brigadier Morris.

Sheppard, William, Lance
Corporal. 5096701.

That's not going to wash here.

The war's long over.

I found your commanding officer
lying in a pool of his own blood.

Did you kill him?

Sheppard, William, Lance
Corporal! 5096701!

Don't you trust me?

You know I do.

Then what's the problem?

I just thought we'd
have enough by now.

You can't buy a new future
with a few farthings.

I want to be with you... forever.

But if you're having
second thoughts...

No, Marty. Never.

Another dead end.

No salmon, but these
chips are lovely.

Everything tastes better
when it's free.

Pru?

Where's the fire?

He's got to get back to work.

So your dad knows all
about lover boy, then?

Course he does.

Please don't say anything.
I'll tell him,

but let me choose my moment.

Please.

Mind you do, though.

You're the best, Uncle Sidney.

Step lively, then. This
fish won't find itself.

Whatever you say, Uncle Sidney.

You're meant to be working,
not stuffing your face.

At first I put it down to the booze,

I mean he had downed
a bottle of single malt,

but this is something else.

Well, I've seen plenty of servicemen
whose nerves have been shattered.

But is it his nerves or
his guilty conscience?

So... next step?

Give him a couple of hours in the
cells, then have another crack.

I'm sorry, sir, but I don't
think that's going to help.

Taylor?

The William Sheppard I
saw in the interview room

is not the man I've
known for 20 years.

The man I know is kind, gentle.

Yeah, he was gentle when
he hit me with that Luger.

- He clearly wasn't in his right mind.
- Or he knew we were onto him.

I think he needs medical help.

I'm sorry, Constable, I didn't
realise you were a trained doctor.

No, no, no, no, Taylor's right.

Any confession you get out
of Sheppard in his condition

risks being inadmissible.

No more questioning until you've
got professional advice

as to his state of mind.

Sir.

You going to give us a hand, or what?

You never said it was army supplies.

- What difference does that make?
- It's too hot.

It's going to fly off your shelves.

I've had a visit from
the law already.

What? When?

Get it out of here.

Find some other mug who'll
take it off your hands.

We had a deal.

Yes, but I ain't going down
for a few tins of salmon.

Your loss.

I've got plenty more buyers lined up.

- Eh, what about my ã5 deposit?
- You can whistle for it.

What? This isn't the
way business is done.

Out the way, Grandad.

Inspector Sawyer? Dr Robert Ellis.

Thank you for agreeing to help.

That's what we're here
for at Edmund Hall -

offering peace and calm
to the troubled mind.

Listen, all I care about is that
he is fit enough to be interviewed.

We'll take good care of him.

Can you tell me your name?

It's William. William Sheppard.

Hello, William.

It's OK. It's all right.

These people are going
to look after you.

Nurse!

Nurse Hartley, Thorazine please.

Don't hurt him!

Shhhh, it's all right.

- Prepare D wing.
- Yes, Doctor.

Observations every ten minutes.

Yes, Doctor.

You've brought him to the
right place, Inspector.

It would help if you could tell me
the nature of your interest in him.

He's a suspect in a murder case.

- The one that's in today's newspaper?
- Just...

- let me know as soon as he's
well enough to be questioned.
- Of course.

We'll look after him.

About earlier. Sorry.

Course I want your goods.
They're top quality.

I was a mug to lose my rag.

If you still want to do
business, the money's here.

It's just a case of how
soon can you deliver?

Sir... Inspector Sawyer, if
I've done something wrong...

I needed to re-interview Sheppard.

Your interference has prevented that.

The chief inspector agreed with me.

Yes, and seeing the state Sheppard's
in now, you were clearly right.

- So?
- So you should have spoken
to me about it in private,

not questioned my judgment
in front of Briggs.

Sorry, sir.

You and your stupid big mouth!

Shouldn't we telephone in?
Get more officers here.

I think we can handle this
by ourselves, don't you?

Well, what are you waiting for?

Sarge?

Go on, it's your arrest
if you want it?

Thanks, Sarge.

Afternoon.

Constable.

What's in the back?

Nothing. A few tools, spare tyre.

So you won't mind if I have a look?

Actually, I need to be somewhere.

Are you refusing to
open the doors, sir?

You're going to make me late.

Keys.

Do him.

Keys!

Give me the keys.

Ain't you going to do something?
Your lad's getting a right pasting.

Get off him!

Resist now!

Stay there.

Perkins... Perkins!

Let's have a look at you.

You'll live.

Go and make them arrests.

And don't forget the caution.

Ready for your signature, sir.

Chief Inspector Briggs' office.

Oh, hello, Mrs Briggs.
I'll put you through.

What? Me?

I do have to pop out to
the post office later.

Don't suppose that anyone would
miss me for an extra ten minutes.

Bye, then.

Salmon's all here, Sarge.

Good.

What about the driver?

I've put the alert out, but if he's
got any sense he'll keep on running.

Marty?

Marty, it's me.

- What you doing here?
- We've got to go. Today. Now.

Calm down. What's happened?

Dad's been talking to the police.

What?

It's OK. We just have to
move our plans forward.

You've got the money?

Not all of it, no...

This is no good. You need to go back.

It's too late.

Dad'll realise I've gone.

What do we do?

Well, well, isn't this
a pretty picture?

Lost something?

I need advice from
someone experienced,

a woman of the world.

OK...

I need to do something with...

myself. My looks.

You want fashion tips?

But you've got loads
more style than me.

I need to know what I'm doing wrong.

I have to make myself more...

attractive, more...

.. desirable... in the bedroom.

Mrs Briggs, he's my boss.

I take his messages,
type his letters.

I shouldn't be talking
about his private life.

I've seen the way men look at you.

I want Walter to look
at me in the same way.

Please, Susie, you're my only hope.

OK.

Let's talk lingerie.

Hasn't your poor dad
been through enough?

He's fishing. He knows nothing.

I know we've got enough
to charge you with theft.

Get your hands out of your pockets.

20 quid.

Where'd you get that kind of money?

Bloke in a pub paid
me to drive the van.

I didn't know the stuff was swiped.

And it's just a coincidence

that you're courting the
night watchman's daughter?

And you can't prove otherwise.

Don't hurt him.

How did you two lovebirds meet?

Rackham's.

I was buying dad some
socks for his birthday.

Marty works in the stockroom.

He asked me to go to the pictures.

And was that before or after
he knew your dad was guarding

thousands of pounds worth of stock?

Come on, Pru.

Open your eyes.

- He loves me.
- He's used you.

He's the best thing that
ever happened to me.

Sarge.

Off on your holidays are you?

That against the law now, is it?

You don't understand. If I
stay here it's like drowning.

You've got a roof over your head,
and you've got food on the table.

What more do you want?

A life of my own.

Liverpool to New York. One way.

That's private property.

So that's the plan is it?

Steal enough to fund your little
adventure across the pond.

It doesn't matter that you're leaving
your father here to take the blame.

This is only for one...

and I see two suitcases.

Not going to leave her
behind, are you, Marty?

Hey?

After everything she's done for you?

It's a mistake.

Marty?

Where's my ticket?

I was going to tell you.

Tell me what?

I thought I'd go over
first. Set us up.

Get a nice apartment.

Then I'd send for you.

You know it's all been for us.

Pru, don't.

- What are these?
- Baby, I'm sorry.

- Sleeping pills.
- I didn't mean it.

I've been putting
them in Dad's cocoa.

Shut up, you stupid cow!

I don't know how I'm
ever going to thank you.

Pru?

What's going on?

Sid?

She's not been arrested.

Arrested? Why would she be arrested?

The report's going to say
that she was led astray,

coerced into helping him.

Hold on.

You don't... you can't...

She's been putting these
in your work flask.

Sleeping pills.

That's why you've been nodding off.

It's a good thing your
mother can't see you now.

Inside, now.

Are you sure this is going to help?

I grew up in a house full of boys.

Trust me, this will take
the swelling down.

And this will prevent your poor
mother having a heart attack

when you walk through the door.

So this is what you get after a day
on the beat with Sergeant Fenton?

What you all fussing him for?

No wonder the lad
needs toughening up.

And where are your bruises?

You written up your
arrest report yet?

I was about to...

Well, jump to it, then!

So ballistics confirms
that the bullet recovered

from the Brigadier's body
was from a British revolver.

Yes, sir.

But Sheppard had a German Luger.

Probably a war souvenir.

The press, the chief constable,
everyone's watching.

You can't afford any mistakes.

- Not on this one.
- Sir.

- So, William Sheppard's in the clear?
- No.

He could have more than one gun -

it just means we haven't
found the murder weapon yet.

Cup of tea, Chief Inspector?

Thank you.

I put an extra sugar lump in.
To keep your strength up.

Right.

- Keep me informed, will you?
- Sir.

If there's anything I can do -

type up reports, knock on doors.

DI Sawyer.

Dr Ellis. Is Sheppard
ready to be interviewed?

What do you mean, "he's escaped"?

How is that even possible?

Well, have you searched the grounds?

You said he was in a secure...

No, of course.

If you would be so
kind as to let me know

when there are any developments?

Thank you, Doctor.

William's escaped?

And whose wonderful idea was it

to put him in there
in the first place?

Sorry I'm late, Sarge.

I'm glad you could join us.

Where's your instrument?

Who do you think you are,
Lonnie, blooming, Donegan?

Skiffle's all the rage, Sarge.

There's no place for it in
a traditional police band.

What am I supposed to play?

Go on.

Right, turn to page ten.

I thought we'd start with one
of my favourites - Danny Boy.

One, two, three...

♪ From glen to glen

♪ And down the mountain side

♪ The summer's gone

♪ And all the roses falling

♪ It's you, it's you
must go and I must bide

♪ Oh, Danny boy

♪ Oh, Danny boy, I love you so. ♪

Have you had a bang
to the head, woman?

What?

Ten tins of Spam?

They're emergency provisions.

For what?

You'll thank me when the
Russians drop their bombs.

Mr Taylor?

Who's asking?

David Meyer, Birmingham Chronicle.

I understand that you served
under Brigadier Morris?

Yes. Fine officer.

Respected by all his men.

- Even Lance Corporal Sheppard?
- William?

What's he got to do with anything?

- He's been arrested?
- For what?

For the murder?

No. You must have got
your wires crossed.

Then why was he arguing with
Brigadier Morris the other night?

He was letting off steam, that's all.

He's a gentle man.

That your husband had to restrain

from attacking his old
commanding officer.

What's your editor's name?

Do you know if Sheppard has a gun?

If you print any of
these sordid lies,

I'll do your rag for
defamation of character!

What's going on?

You again.

He says that William's been arrested.

Tell him he's got it wrong.

Annie?

Time to leave.

Has Sheppard been charged?

Can you at least confirm
there are no other suspects?

Get lost or get arrested.

Your choice.

When were you going to tell me?

I couldn't.

Because you didn't know
he'd been arrested?

I was there when it happened.

So you were waiting for me
to read about it in the paper?

I wanted to tell you...

It's police business.

I'm your father.

And I can't share police
information with a civilian.

Perkins.

What's this?

Little thank you from Wally King.

What am I supposed to do with it?

Enjoy it.

It's not that I'm not
grateful, Sarge...

It's no different than a free
bag of chips or cup of tea.

I don't care what it takes -

beg, bribe or blackmail -

I'll do everything in my power
to obtain special permission

for you to be the first
female civilian

to ever, ever join a police band.

Will that make you happy?

Thank you... but no.

What?!

I just wanted to be asked.

You are, by far the most
maddening, exasperating,

vexatious woman I have ever met.

And I adore you!

Susie Nightingale...

.. will you do me the honour
of walking out with me?

Iris?

A man. A man, that way.

Search the building...

and the grounds.

Who was it?

Iris?

The Brigadier must have talked.

Hello?

'He's on his way home. Good luck.'

Thank you.

All right?

You deserve a pint after today.

I think I should just head home.

What are you doing?

I don't need your perks
to do my job properly.

What job?

You won't last five minutes
if you don't play the game.

Well, if it's all the same to you,

I'll stick to doing it my way.

MUSIC: Walk The Line by Johnny Cash

♪ I keep a close watch
on this heart of mine

♪ I keep my eyes wide
open all the time

♪ I keep the ends out
for the tie that binds

♪ Because you're mine

♪ I walk the line

♪ I find it very,
very easy to be true

♪ I find myself alone when
each day is through... ♪

♪ Yes, I'll admit that
I'm a fool for you... ♪

All I'm saying, Carl, is you
can't expect the whole world

to change overnight.

Who's talking about overnight?

My lifetime would be good enough.

Same time tomorrow?

I don't know, I...

No, it's OK.

I understand.

Just try if you can.

♪ And happiness I've known
proves that it's right

♪ Because you're mine

♪ I walk the line

♪ You've got a way to
keep me on your side

♪ You give me cause for
love that I can't hide

♪ For you, I know I'd even
try to turn the tide

♪ Because you're mine

♪ I walk the line. ♪