All language subtitles for Scott and Bailey S02E08

You're a knob. You are a knob.

You are an all-singing,
all-dancing,

fully paid-up member of
the knob club.

How many times have we had
this conversation lately, Rach?

If you can't be nice, then... You
can drink until the cows come home.

Please do,
just not on an empty stomach.

Do I smell?

You know, that low-level,
seeping through your pores,

morning after the night before,
sour brewery-type thing?

I'd stand down wind of Her Majesty,

should you find yourself in
her immediate vicinity.

Have you got any perfume on you?
That won't work.

You'll just smell like
a transgender bricklayer.

What were you doing, anyway?

My sister's mate, Julie...

I mean, God, she's already
cocked up three marriages.

Why do it...? Actually,
I know why she does it again.

She likes having hen parties.

Level 27.

Oh, up the Bridgewater Tower? Mm.

Full of tossers. Oh.

So, obviously, inevitably,

me and our Alison end the evening
shouting shit at each other.

Why?

So I walk out.
I don't even know how I got home.

Never mind how I did this.

But, on the plus side,
I did wake up in my own bed.

What were you arguing about?

She doesn't want me to visit my mum.

She said if I visit her,
if I have anything to do with her,

So you walked out
with all the dignity...

of a woman with my skirt tucked in
my knickers, yeah, probably.

Ow.

Right, come on, Robin.
Let's go fight crime in Gotham City.

Hey? How come I'm Robin?
What does that make you, the Joker?

Piss off, I'm Batman.

Oh, how we laughed.

I appreciate how difficult
it's been for you, all of you,

since your husband's death, Mrs. Selwyn?

Would you like some coffee,
Chief Inspector?

No, thank you.
Have I already asked you that? No.

I appreciate how difficult
it's been for you,

not just the bereavement itself,

but also having
a Major Incident Team wading in.

Now, I know Janet likes
my milky coffee.

Can I not make you some, Janet?
No, thank you, Margaret.

So, having completed
the investigation...

It's no trouble
and it'll only take a minute.

Mum, why don't you let
the Chief Inspector tell us

what she came to say? Sorry.

Sorry. I'm sorry. Go on.

Having completed the investigation-
Janet's been wonderful, by the way.

Good. I didn't know what a family
liaison officer was till we had one.

Good. I just came to tell you

that we found nothing suspicious
in your husband's death.

As a result, the report
I've submitted to the coroner

makes it clear that, in my opinion,
after thorough investigation,

- Mr. Selwyn died as a result...
- Sorry.

Can you deal with that? Excuse me.

Sorry. Erm... Mr. Selwyn died

as a result of falling over
and banging his head.

Twice? Yes.

It's not uncommon for an elderly
person to fall over in the bath,

bang their head,
first instinct is to get up again...

often a bit too fast...
fall over again.

So did he drown,
or was it the bang to the head?

The pathologist told me
that one of the blows to the head

could've been the cause of death,
but whether he drowned first

I'm afraid we'll probably never know.

What we do know is that erm...

to have drowned as he did,
he'd have had to be unconscious.

So we can be reasonably certain
that it was quick

and he would've known very little,
if anything, about it.

Sorry, she's like that. You try
to tell her something important

and all she wants to do is feed you.

What did Andy want?
Oh, the coroner.

You had a meeting with him
at two o'clock.

He can't see you at two,
but he can fit you in at 11:30.

Today? Tomorrow?

Hi, Slap.

When?

OK. I'm just out and about.
Can you give me 20 minutes?

That wasn't 20 minutes,
it was half an hour.

Do you want a brew?

Somebody reckons to be making me one.

Shift your backside.

How's tricks? Not so bad.

Dave's being a twat, but that's no
longer likely to hit the headlines.

Tell me about Rachel Bailey.

You can keep your hands off her,
she's mine. I'm not headhunting.

What do you want to know about her?
Anything.

She's clever, ambitious,
instinctive. She's one of us.

Any problems?

She talks before she thinks now and
again but, no, I like her a lot.

Wish I had more people like her.

Why?

Last night, a man had seven shades
of shit kicked out of him

in the car park underneath
the Bridgewater Tower on Deansgate.

His back's broken in two places,
he's unconscious.

We think he was left for dead. And?

Nicholas Savage.

Her name's popped up
as someone we need to TIE.

In fact, between you and me,
she's at the top of the list.

Who put her at the top of the list?

His sister.
She's a barrister as well.

As well as who? He's not.

He's under investigation.
He's gonna get struck off.

You don't like him either.

He paid someone to kill her.

Rachel... I was with her
when she found out.

I saw the effect it had on her.

The CPS have ducked out of their
responsibility of pressing charges
because of ins...

Insufficient evidence, which gives
her one mother of a big motive.

She wouldn't be that daft.

She's got a fantastic career
in front of her.

She wouldn't blow it, not for that
bastard. He's damaged her enough.

Good. We won't find
anything on her, then, will we?

Did you want one, boss?

Rachel, this is Detective
Superintendent Julie Dodson.

Ma'am. How do you do?
I heard a lot about you.

Yeah, all bad!

Did you want a sugar in that?
No, thanks.

What have you done to your head?

And to your hand?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Try me. No, honestly,
it's not worth repeating.

I want to know how
you hurt yourself, Rachel.

I went to a party, a hen party.

My sister's friend, so... Where?

At a bar up the Bridgewater Tower.

Level 27.

When?

Last night.

I just got a bit worse for wear.

I just fell over getting out of a taxi.

Why, ma'am?

Sit down.

Last night, not a million miles
away from where you were,

a man called Nicholas Savage was
so badly assaulted

he's ended up unconscious,
in hospital, with a broken back.

I didn't do it.

How much did you have to drink,
last night?

It was a hen party.

OK, Rachel.

I'm going to do you the courtesy

of not arresting you
in front of your colleagues, OK.

But, having said that,
would you have any objection

to me taking your mobile phone off you?

Go and put your coat on.

You're coming down to
Duke Street nick with me. Now?

Now and a couple of my lads are
going to ask you some questions.

I'll catch you later.

Where was Rachel off to before with
the Bitch from the Black Lagoon?

What am I, her mum?

I've no idea.

Janet, t'boss wants you now.

Get your bulletproof vest on.

Why?

She's just scored a 10 on
the Richter scale.

You wanted to see me? I've just
had a phone call from the coroner.

Shut the door.

Not from his office.

Not from his secretary.

From him, the man himself.

Why wasn't I in his office
at 11:30 this morning? Well?

Why wasn't I in his fucking office
at 11:30 this morning?

You said tomorrow. I said today.

You said tomorrow.

I do not need
some toffee-nosed twat of a coroner

reminding me
how far down the food chain I am

and all because of the incompetence
of my own officers.

I asked you to sort out
your differences

because I trusted you,
both of you to do that,

in a civilized, grown-up manner.

Clearly you haven't

and the result of that is that
you have humiliated me.

You have made me look like

someone who doesn't know
their arse from their bloody elbow

in front of the coroner.

If I misunderstood
what I was told, then I'm...

I'm sorry and I apologize,
but I didn't.

He said 'Tomorrow'. I said 'Today'.

What's going to happen next?

Cos this time next week, one of you
won't be working here any more.

This time next week, one of you
will have lost that privilege

of working with me in my syndicate

and you'll be floated off
somewhere else.

Go.

You said tomorrow. I didn't.

Why would I have said tomorrow
if it was today?

If it was tomorrow,
why would I have rung?

Why wouldn't I have waited
till she was back in the office
if it was tomorrow?

Can I say first of all, I object
to being spoken to like that?

Just because
you're a senior police officer

doesn't give you the right to humiliate
people in front of colleagues.

And two, he's lying.

He said 'Tomorrow'.

Yeah, well, he said just as
adamantly that he said today.

Yeah, well, either he's mistaken
or he's lying.

Yeah, well,
he's saying the same about you.

Do you know what, Janet?

Of all the people on my team
to be behaving like brats,

it's heartbreaking, so you'll have
to forgive me if I sound upset,

it's because I am.

Ma'am, sorry,

Joanne Selwyn's downstairs
asking to speak to you or Janet.

So, DC Bailey...
can I call you Rachel?

Yeah, course you can.

As you know, we're investigating an
attack on a man

called Nicholas Savage.

First off, just so you're aware,
you're not under arrest,

you're free to leave at any time.

Should you wish to speak to
a solicitor, you're free to do so.

The interview's being recorded and
we'll be taking regular intervals.

If at any point you wanna stop,
you just say so, OK?

Sure.

So, to begin with,

could you describe to me your
relationship with Nicholas Savage?

Well, I haven't seen him for months.

Can you describe to me
your relationship with him?

It was brilliant to start with...

and, then, I guess the rot set in,
when I found out that he was married.

I love my mum.

And I didn't particularly
get on with my dad

but, as an adult,
you can understand that

people don't always behave like
they're supposed to, can't you?

So, although I knew that he'd done
something he shouldn't have,

as an adult, you can realize that

these things don't happen in isolation.

I'm guessing that
your dad had an affair.

In 1969.

She just never got over it.

They had us, me and Cath.

I think we were a fresh start, but...

we grew up in a house that had
an atmosphere that was so thick

you could cut it with a knife.

You could set fire to it.

Arguments?

No. Silence.

So what's upsetting you now, today,
Joanne?

She told me, I can't remember when,
it was years ago...

that if ever he fell over, if
ever he got knocked unconscious...

Joanne, before you say anything
else, I know I'm your FLO,

but first and foremost,
I'm a police officer.

Once you've told me something,
you can't un-tell me.

Do you understand?

Once you've told me,
I'm obliged to act on it.

She said she'd kill him.

And she said
she'd kill him the way he died.

Does she not like her mother?

Is she just saying it to cause bother?

That's not the impression I got.
The opposite.

I think she feels really conflicted
about what she's doing.

The only thing I have thought is that

Margaret's always had a funny
reaction to the bereavement,

like this morning, it's like
she thinks we're there socially.

You talk to the sister and I,
deep joy, will talk to the coroner

and put a stop on
Colin Selwyn's body being released.

Oh, hi, Ade, it's me.

You're probably still teaching,

but I was just wondering
if you fancied meeting up...

maybe for a drink, this evening.

To erm...

To er... To...

To talk about stuff.

Don't worry if you don't
or you're busy or whatever.

Anyway, just let me know, OK?
Bye!

What time did you arrive home,
last night?

I don't know.

How did you hurt your head?

I don't know.

That's not what you told me.

Do you live with anyone who might
know what time you got in?

My brother, but he won't know,
he was asleep.

How do you know he was,
if you don't remember getting in?

Well, I assume that he was.

What did you do, when you got in?

I don't know.

I don't remember.

I went to bed, obviously,

because that's where I woke up.

Right, so in summary, you remember
arguing with your sister.

You remember getting into the lift
when you left Level 27.

You don't remember getting out of
the lift at the bottom.

You don't remember going out onto
Deansgate and getting a cab.

You have a vague memory of
being in a cab,

but you don't remember arriving
home, how you hurt your head,

or anything until you woke up,
this morning.

Yeah.

And how did you do that?

No, I did this a couple of weeks ago.

I...

I punched a lamp post.

Why?

Cos I was upset about something, so...

What were you upset about?

OK. Would you... Was anyone
with you when you did it?

Yes, my friend Janet Scott.

She's a DC. We work together.

OK, and what were you upset about?

I'd missed my sergeant's exam.

My brother was in an accident.

And, as well as that, him. Nick.

I was telling Janet about the CPS
not pressing charges against him.

OK, Rachel,

would you have any objections
to us searching your house?

No, of course not.

OK. We need to photograph you.

We've got the TIE action.

I need to take your fingerprints
and DNA for elimination purposes.

And you really can't remember anything?

No. I mean...
I remember being in a cab.

A black cab.

Or, at least, I think I do.

Did you tell them that? Yeah.

Did you tell them that there's
stuff that you can't remember?

You didn't lie?

If they can prove that you've lied,

you're gonna be in a lot more
trouble than you're in now.

No, I didn't lie.

I sounded like an idiotic,
drunken twat, but I didn't lie.

Right, well... you're fine, then,
whatever you can or can't remember,

they're not gonna find evidence
that doesn't exist, are they?

But what if...?

What?

You don't think I did it, do you?

I...

You're thinking it's not impossible,
which is what I'm thinking, so...

I-I think that it's unlikely.

You know you'd like to think
that you'd never do anything

when you're pissed
that's out of character.

Well, what if...

What?

They mentioned this and you told me
the next day about what I'd done,

hitting that lamp post.

I was appalled

because when I'm sober,
I can't imagine being like that.

I mean, I know I'm a bit daft
when I'm pissed,

but that... that's, like, weird.

Just weird.

Deep-seated anger, isn't it?

I'm just terrified as to think
what I might be capable of.

I think, if you had done it,
you'd remember.

You need to talk to Alison,
see what she remembers.

You wanna let this be a lesson to you.

Your liver will be pickled
before you're 40.

Oh, and you're Julie bloody Andrews,
aren't you?

I wasn't the one banged up
on sauce, shouting my gob off.

All I said was, 'No thank you,
I won't be visiting my mother

but, if you want to,
then that's your business.'

But, Jesus, eh?
Red rag to a flamin' bull.

What time did I leave?

It was about... ten to 12.

What time did she get home?
I don't know, I was asleep.

I've told the filth... police.

What time did Savage get smacked about?

I don't know. They're not
gonna tell me stuff, are they?

Look, did I leave on my own,

or did one of your stupid,
little friends come with me?

No, you flounced out like a pillock

and me and my stupid, little
friends came down 10 minutes later

to see if you'd got in a cab all right.

But you'd gone.

I'll get it.

If you didn't do it, they can't
prove anything, can they?

No.

If.

And, just to reiterate, I have no
objection to you meeting my mother,

it's just something
I personally would rather not do.

Hey, Alison.

Sean.

When did I last see you?
How are you?

I'm all right. How's yourself?
Yeah, I'm all right.

Hey, what's up?

I'll tell you later.
Yeah, I were just off, anyway.

I'll see you out.
I'm loving and leaving you.

Dominic! Yeah, well, ta-rah.

Right, see you.

Ali? What?

I can't remember exactly what I was
banging on about, last night,

but...

And I don't mind, but...

Look, why?

Don't you want to try and move on
with my mum?

It was a long time ago.
We're adults.

I could've gone to college.

All my teachers said
I was clever enough

and suddenly, overnight, I'm your mum

and I'm his mum and I'm going nowhere.

And I had to leave school and get
a job so we could make ends meet

which... at the time,
I just got on with it,

cos there was no choice.

You were 12 years old.

He was 10.

And she left us
with a depressed alcoholic

and she left in the knowledge
that I would deal with it.

And I did.

But don't ask me to love her for it...

cos I'm afraid that won't happen.

What's up?

Someone that I used to know...

an ex-boyfriend got beaten up,
last night.

And the SIO on the job
thinks it was me.

W- And, right now, in her shoes...

I think I might be thinking
exactly the same thing.

She's a silly bitch.

I thought that it was time that
we started to talk about stuff.

Yeah.

I... I don't wanna get a divorce.

Are you sure you're not just saying
that cos you've had such a bad day?

I'm saying it precisely because
I have had a bad day.

We did a lot right for 25 years.

We've got two fantastic kids.

And erm... my mum's going home,
next week, so...

I don't hate her, you know.
I've always liked her.

It was just
living on top of each other,

and you're always late home,
which I've never minded.

I know how much you love your job.

Maybe it takes something bad like this

to make you realize how much the
stuff you take for granted matters.

There's erm...

There's something that
I need to tell you before you...

I've had a fling... with Andy.

That's why Gill bollocked me.

Not because of the fling, but...

It didn't work out,
mainly because of me.

Bad feeling.

Communication broke down,
as a result of which

there was a cock-up this morning
with the coroner, so that's it.

She said one of us is leaving.

You need to know that before...

Hello?
Listen, I've had an idea.

Yeah, all right. Thanks anyway.

I can't believe...

She won't get rid of you.
She won't get rid of him, either.

So she's bullshitting?
When did she ever bullshit, Rach?

Do you think he did it deliberately,

or do you think
one of you misunderstood?

He said 'Tomorrow'.

It may have been a slip of the
tongue, it may have been deliberate

but he said 'Tomorrow, '
I'm good at details.

I hear them.
It's what I'm trained for.

No, but he's got a couple of mates
that were working last night,

so he's gonna see if
they know anything.

I left him my number.
It's a waste of time.

Rach... No, it isn't.
You haven't done anything.

We're gonna find someone
who can help you prove it.

Another one.

Hi, love.
I wonder if you can help me.

I got a cab from here...
Hi, there. Sorry to bother you.

Were you working round here,
last night?

Hello?

Nick Savage died half an hour ago.

I need to talk to you,
not on the phone.

OK, look, I've spoken to Julie Dodson

and I'm not divulging anything
confidential she's told me.

This is entirely hypothetical, OK?
Yeah.

If I were the SIO, which I'm not,

right now, I'd be looking at
two main lines of enquiry.

Alibis at the time of the assault

and I would say maybe

I'd be looking at a time between
midnight and quarter-past.

Don't say anything, I'm not asking
where you were, I'm not involved.

I'd also be looking at
who knew means of access to

a secure car park in
a top-quality apartment block.

Yeah.

Well, there's only two ways
out of that building.

One way is through the building itself

which the attacker couldn't have done,

because the entrances are
biometrically controlled.

The other way is
by using Nick's key fob

to open the metal grille to
the car park.

Who would know that? Well,
from where I'm sitting, you would.

Yeah. Yeah, of course I would.

It's where he lived
when I went out with him.

OK, but... whoever did it
knew Savage's movements.

Knew he was driving back into
the car park at exactly that time

on exactly that day,
knew where the cameras were.

That's not you pissed
out of your trolley

at your sister's mate's hen do, is it?

This is someone following him,
someone organized.

Carl Norris? Who knows?

One of his crew?
Keep your nerve, kid.

Thank you.

But...

What?

If it turns out that
you had anything to do with this,

I'll hang you out to dry.

You know that, don't you?

Sorry, erm, Rachel,
your sister's on the phone.

She says it's urgent.

Hiya.

What?

Sit down.

What's up?

Alison?

Dominic did...

What?

It was him... that attacked
Nick bloody Savage.

Dom? Yeah.

No, no.

It couldn't have been.

Why would he? How would he?

He doesn't know anything about
Nick Savage.

I've never said about him
in front of Dom till last night.

Yes, you did.

No, I've never.

You were drunk.

Janet brought you home.

She had to put you to bed,
you were in such a state,

three or four weeks ago.

Janet left and, apparently,
you were all crying

and upset and you'd damaged your hand.

It was all about Nick Savage.

About him trying to knock you down
in a car.

About how he was gonna
get away with it.

What?

Look, I don't know why he's...

Look, whoever attacked Nick Savage...

Whoever did this to him

knew how to get in and out of
this really secure car park.

Under the Bridgewater Tower? Yeah.

He told me.

That fella that he picked up
and took back to yours for sex,

he lived there, in the residential bit.

Above the hotel.

That's where he picked him up,

when he went looking for work
in the kitchens.

And he went down into the car park
with him,

to collect his car before
they drove over to yours.

That's how he knew how
the car park worked.

And he's been stalking Savage
ever since you told him.

He's been following him.

Every day. Every move he's made.

But why? For you.

For you.

Nick Savage died
three-quarters of an hour ago.

It's a murder inquiry now.

Where is he?

He was gonna catch a train.

Take my phone.

So, Margaret, we've received
information that suggests

your husband's death may be
more suspicious than we thought.

Information about how,
in the past, you indicated that,

should the opportunity arise,

you would take it upon yourself
to end his life.

Is there anything
you can tell me about that?

Well, where have you got that from?

I have to be honest with you, Margaret,

both your daughters have told us
things along those lines.

Can you remember talking
to Joanne or Catherine

about anything like that?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, I have talked about it.

When? A while since.

Can you remember what you said?

I'd never do it.

Can you remember what you said?

Not really.

What can you remember?

Nothing.

I was just mouthing off.

I was just letting off steam.

One of the things
one of your daughters told us

was that the way that Colin died

was exactly how
you described you might do it.

I don't know what they're telling
you stuff like that for.

They never liked him.

Would you have any objection
to us searching your house?

No.

So long as nobody makes a mess.

Hello? Rach, I've just had a call,

just now from a taxi driver
I spoke to last night, right.

He's just given me
the name and number of his mate

who says he took a woman matching
your description back to your road

around midnight, t'night before last.

I've rung him, I've spoken to him,
and get this... you're in the clear.

He saw you coming out of the hotel.

W-What... What time was this?

Midnight. Just before midnight.

He dropped you home at
quarter-past midnight.

Apparently,
you got straight in his cab.

He dropped you off home, you fell
out of his cab, banged your head,

he helped you up,
you didn't have any cash on you,

so you paid him with a blow job.

I made the last bit up.
You're in the clear.

Thanks.

Yeah, listen...

you know my mum, Friday...?

If I cop out, then
I don't want you going on at me.

Do you understand? Cos, by Friday,
I'll have had a really shit week.

I've gotta go.

Dom!

Dom!

You stupid...

Stupid...

You stupid...

Stupid.

I did it for you.

For me? You were so upset.

I couldn't stand seeing you crying.
I didn't wanna...

I didn't want you to have to worry
any more. He died.

He's dead.

Well, good. No, it's not good, Dom.

Nothing about this is good.
Well, he can't hurt you any more.

You're going to prison.

I don't care. I care!

He can't hurt you any more, Rach.

You're under arrest.

I'm arresting you...

on suspicion of murder.

You d...

Idiot.

Go. Keep running.

You can't hide forever,
but you can try. Just run.

Go.

We checked out Margaret Selwyn's
pension plans,

life insurance policies
against her husband

and there's nothing untoward,
nothing suspicious.

We've got hold of her phone,
her computer, her diaries.

That'll make some scintillating
reading, but as of yet, nothing.

Shut the door.

Have you had the second PM results?

Nothing new. Sit down.

You were overheard
saying 'Tomorrow' to Janet

on the phone, yesterday.

Who? Doesn't matter who.

Rachel? She's not even here.
Pete? No. Kevin?

I'm not... Mitch.

OK.

I'm sorry.

I genuinely believed I said today.

I'd look on the whole thing
more favorably

if you'd had the courtesy
to admit you could've mis-spoken,

like she admitted she could've
misheard, but you didn't.

There's a vacancy for a sergeant
come up suddenly at Syndicate Six.

I'd like you to go.
You're moving me out?

But, surely, it was a mistake.
No, I'm sorry,

I can't be doing with personal
politics and shit in the office.

I can't risk breakdowns
in communication.

I said one of you was going and...
that's it.

I'm sorry.

Janet?

So?

You know you've got your exams.

Do you wanna be a sergeant?

What happened?

Mitch overheard him.

He said 'Tomorrow.'

Whether it was deliberate or not...

I'm tempted to think it was.

Otherwise, why didn't he have
the courtesy to admit

it could've been a slip of the tongue?

Sammy wants to be a cop.

Jesus.

I know.

Where will he go... Andy?

Syndicate Six.

Hello? Mm-hm.

Can I ring you back?

POLSA's found
a concrete-filled grab rail

in Margaret Selwyn's fish pond.

Sorry? What? Exactly like
the one in the bathroom.

She must have filled it with concrete,

whacked him over the head with it
in the bath,

so it made the same injury
indentation on his head

as the grab rail that exists
in the bathroom would've.

You mean she did do it?

I know. Takes all sorts, eh?

Hello.

What's up? Where are the girls?

Dorothy's taken 'em to Pizza
Express for their tea in a taxi.

Are you moving back in?

I was.

Then I had a phone call.

What phone call?

From Andy.

You didn't tell me.

You didn't make it clear you'd been
having a fling before I moved out.

When I was still living here
with you, happily married.

You bitch.

In fact, you know what?

Why am I the one that's leaving, eh,

when you're the one
that's been mucking about?

Shall I come in?

No. Erm, go and get a pint
somewhere else.

I'll ring you when I want picking up.

Oh, by the way... Yeah?

It were your mum
that sent you the flowers.

Yeah, I decided...

I will marry you.

Red wine, please.

Mum, I'm here. I'm at the bar.

Can you see me?

Where are you sitting?