All language subtitles for Prime.Suspect.1973.S01E05.HDTV.x264-ORGANiC

There was a matching necklace.
It was part of a set.

I'm sorry we haven't found that yet.

Eight years ago we had this young PC.

He died.

While doing a routine check on a vehicle.

A drunk deliberately mowed him down.

'Eagle's One to Eagle's next, coming
out in two. Have we got clearance?'

I think I know that man.

- Clifford Bentley's lads. - The voice
on the recording, I think it was him.

Sure?

- I didn't kill Julie-Ann Collins.
- Get him in a cell.

♪ I put a spell on you

♪ Because you're mine

♪ You better stop the
thing that you're doing

♪ I said, watch out

♪ I ain't lying

♪ Yeah

♪ I ain't gonna take none of your

♪ Fooling around

♪ I ain't gonna take none of your

♪ Putting me down

♪ I put a spell on you

♪ Because you're mine

♪ Whoa, all right

John Bentley. Nasty piece of work.

Sure it was his voice on the tape?

I think so.

- And that's his brother?
- Mmm.

Why is he on crutches?

Years ago, him and John were breaking
into a bookie's, through the roof.

Old Bill turned up. They legged it.

Only, David lost his footing and fell.

Broke both his legs.

If they're up to something, you
can bet their old man's behind it.

Tennison, what are you doing? Why
aren't you at the front desk?

Ashley Brennan's recording, sarge.

DC Edwards was just filling
me in on the Bentleys.

I'm sure DC Edwards has
better things to do.

I also suggested that DI Bradfield
should listen to the tapes.

- Sarge, that's backwards, not forwards.
- Thank you, Tennison.

He doesn't like women telling him
what to do. Especially probationers.

'Eagle's Nest, come in.
We need an eyeball. Over.'

- It's Clifford Bentley.
- 'Eagle's Nest, come in. Over. Eagle's Nest...'

- When was this recorded?
- Three nights ago.

'David? David!

Want to tell me why we've got
the Old Bill snooping about?'

They're clearly rattled.

It's the only time on the recording
where they use their real names.

Let's find out what they're up to.

- We're putting them under surveillance.
- Can we spare the men?

Course.

- With a double murder investigation?
- We have a suspect in the cells.

Are we on firmer ground with
the Julie-Ann Collins case?

We've got some leads and
we will make them stick.

When was the last time you heard
Clifford Bentley speak? Recent, was it?

No. That's why I need to be sure.

OK, then.

Jane...

No-one's listened to
Ashley Brennan before.

We always thought he was just
a nosy prat with a CB radio.

So, it's your sister's wedding?

I thought I'd kept that quiet.

Will you be accompanied
by an eligible bachelor?

I really don't think that's
any of your business, sir.

'I just wondered how things
were going, Clifford.'

'Erm, well, thing is, the police
have been sniffing around,

so... we might have to
postpone a few days.'

- You what?
- A couple of days, at most.

I'll get it done as agreed but...

'Look, if the rozzers are
giving you a headache,

buy yourself some aspirin. Yeah?'

Your wife has that asthma, doesn't she?

I bet she can't run very far.

'You get it done. Tonight.'

Either of you got any ciggies?

I always thought you'd suit a pipe, sarge.

Big one, like Sherlock Holmes.

Piss off.

Right. We've got movement.

Hudson, when it's clear, I want
you to follow David Bentley.

See where those crutches take him.

We'll follow the van.

- What are you doing?
- Are you trying to kill us?

Oh, for crying out loud!

Come on. Let's do this.

Could be a legit job
through Bentley's business.

Since when did you need
blowtorches to rewire a plug?

There's enough fuel to
cut through a ship's hull.

Can't argue with that.

It's here!

I told you it was in here.

Silas.

Still think what they're doing is legit?

This is definitely not legit.

I want a layout plan of that row of shops.

You're thinking they'll go through
the roof, drop down and...?

Better shift the van, sir.

David Bentley's keeping lookout
from the multi-storey up there.

- Up there in his Eagle's Nest, is he?
- Looks like it.

What do you reckon they're up to, then?

- Looks like we've struck gold.
- What, they're turning over the caff?

Next door, you pillock.

Oh, bloody hell.

Mr Bentley... what's that for?

Are you a superstitious man, Silas?

- I believe only in God's will.
- I wish I did.

Now, I trust my... my water,
if you wanna call it that.

We shouldn't be doing this.

W-What do you mean? Already had
the filth poking their snouts in.

Through to the steel.

Come on. You're meant to be setting
up the tanks, not gassing like women.

Danny, give us a hand,
will you, ready for later?

- Right.
- Hurry up!

And you...

Stop scaring the troops, eh?

- Sorry.
- At last!

- Bloody hell, Pam! You look gorgeous.
- Doesn't she?

- I love this dress.
- So do I.

Mum said she made all of Alma Cogan's.

Your dress is in your room.

Your old room. Please hurry up. The
car's going to be here any minute.

Morning, Mum.

Between the bank's cellar and the
cafe's basement is a dividing wall.

The bank's basement is then
separated into two areas.

Between the accessible part here and the
sealed-off section here is an alarmed mesh,

and then concrete and steel
between this second basement area

and the vault above.

- Got to be mad to try this.
- With the right equipment, it's do-able.

We saw them carry in tanks
and hoses for blowtorches.

- Heavy-duty.
- Sir, I tracked down the plod

who responded to the noise complaint.

He was shown a permit
for the refurbishment,

but the council said
they didn't issue one.

Right. I want round-the-clock
surveillance of the Bentleys,

who else is involved, and
how far along they are.

Go on. Get to it. Yes, sarge.

- Looks like Tennison was right.
- I should congratulate her.

Is she in Comms?

No, she's in church, sir.
It's her sister's wedding.

Yeah. Right. Of course she is.

Oh, you look so pretty
in that dress! Honestly.

You nearly upstaged your sister.

Thanks, Mum.

Although... there's something
not quite right around the bust.

I think you all look smashing.

The photographer wants one of the
family in front of the church.

Come on.

Put those in front of
you, for the photos. OK?

What are you playing at?

- It's OK. I'll tidy up.
- I'm not talking about the room.

The state of you.

That girl on the Kingsmead...

- What about her?
- Julie-Ann.

You were close, weren't you?

Not really.

Stop lying, David.

You can talk to me about anything.

Enter.

- Hello, sir.
- Have you charged this O'Duncie yet?

- Yes, for both murders.
- And you've all the evidence we need?

- If I could just...
- Help me to understand

why you have diverted your team
from finishing off this case.

Hand the bank job to Flying Squad.

Let them make a judgment on
whether to proceed with it,

while you concentrate on closing
the Julie-Ann Collins case.

- It's all in hand, sir.
- That's not a suggestion, Bradfield.

Yes, sir. Good.

♪ She ain't got no money,
Her clothes are kinda funny

♪ Her hair is kind of wild and free

♪ Oh, but love grows
where my Rosemary goes

♪ And nobody knows like me

♪ She talks kinda lazy

♪ And her life's a mystery

♪ Oh, but love grows
where my Rosemary goes

♪ And nobody knows...

Again, sir, can you do that quieter?

I would make less noise

if your aerial transmitter
was as powerful as the RCA-88,

but we can't have everything, can we?

WPC Kath Morgan, Hackney Police Station.

- 'Kath, it's me, Jane.'
- Oh, right.

Just checking in, to see what
the latest is on the Bentleys.

- Apparently, they're gonna rob a bank.
- Seriously? Should I come in?

'Are you mad? You're at
your sister's wedding.'

Get off the phone and go and get
some Babycham down you! Go on.

Kath...

Clearance for security.

Dunsford.

2-7-6.

What's the contents of
these boxes in this safe?

You would need a court order for
me to show you what's inside.

Or a bloody big blowtorch
and some jemmies.

Dunsford.

I shouldn't think any
longer than ten minutes.

We've got their van and
lock-up. I say we go in now.

No. No, we let them go through with it.

- 8-2-5...
- You what?

- I'm not giving Clifford
Bentley any excuse. - But...

I said, we let them go through with it.

[Great.]

- How does it feel, Mrs Bailey?
- Still waiting for it to sink in.

- Have you seen him?
- Has he fled for the hills already?

He's in the kitchen. Uncle Roy's
boring him about motorways.

We should go save him. Come on.

Erm... there's something
going on at the station.

Yeah? And...?

Oh...

You'd rather be there?

No. No, of course not.

When you first said you
wanted to be a policewoman,

I thought you'd gone cuckoo.

But it suits you.

Unlike being a bridesmaid.

God, I know. I haven't
breathed out since noon!

You can leave.

I mean, if you have to.

No, I can't.

You'll be mad at me. I would be.

Oh, I'll get over it.

Really, Jane. Go.

I'm proud of you.

♪ Oh, oh, oh

♪ Daniel, my brother,
you are older than me

♪ Do you still feel the pain...

- How are you? Have a drink.
- Thank you.

Jane?

I know, I know. I'm a crap
sister and an even worse daughter.

It must be very important.

That man who killed the girl...

The newspaper said that they caught him.

And... you played a part.

I was part of the team that arrested him.

- Well, it's good that's over.
- Yes. I hope so.

Mum, if you want me to stay...

If you've got to go...

But they do have telephones at the
section house, so you could call.

Come on.

That's right. This way.

There we go.

- Oh, afternoon, sir.
- Tennison?

Nice dress. Did you drop your
glass slipper on the way in?

Very funny, sarge.

What's wrong?

It's this job. It's making me nervous.

Is there trouble? Anything I need to know?

The less you know, the better.

Cliff...

What is it, love?

Look, you don't need to worry about this.

This is my business. I'll deal with it.

I think David's mixed up in something.

Like what? Drugs?

Something worse.

That girl they found in the Kingsmead...

David...? Nah, come on!

This bloody job's getting to us all.

After this, we're hanging up
our boots, somewhere warm.

A fresh start.

- I thought you were at your
sister's wedding. - I was.

I wanted to be here when
you arrest the Bentleys.

That much?

And there weren't any eligible bachelors.

Pity.

I'm glad you came.

- Jane, there's something...
- Yes?

Sir, someone wants to see
you. Says it's urgent.

Morgan said there's
someone here to see me.

Yeah, I think you're going to like this.

A gentleman's come in.

Says he's got a problem
with vermin in his basement.

Sir?

- It was John Bentley who
approached you? - Initially.

He offered me £5,000 for
access to my caff's basement.

Under the condition
that I keep my mouth shut

and that my family and I disappear
once the job is complete.

Five grand's a lot of
notes. Why are you here now?

I have been naive.

Do you know what kind of
man Clifford Bentley is?

He's losing his grip on this
job. He's getting very nervous.

And this job...

They're cutting a hole in the basement wall,
through to the bank, and into the vault?

Yes.

Can you give us an idea on the state
of their progress? Have they started?

Yes. It's underway.

When are they planning
on accessing the vault?

Tonight.

- What are you doing here?
- Silas. He's disappeared.

I woke up, and that
Greek wasn't in his flat.

The caff's still closed.
There's no sign of him.

Did you say something to him?

- Like what?
- Well, I don't know.

He's a nervous sort.
Maybe you spooked him.

You're meant to be keeping an eye on him!

- What's going on?
- Silas has gone missing.

Go back to the caff, in case he turns up.

Well, come on!

This is all we need.

This is all we bloody need!

My written English is not
so good. What's this?

It's to register you as an informant.

An informant? I don't understand.

We need you to go back and
go through with the job.

- I can't. - If you're absent or
they suspect you've spoken to us,

they'll call it off.

What... What is it called,

when you can't be arrested for something?

Immunity.

- Will I get that?
- No.

But, providing you admit
your part in the bank job

and stand as a prosecution witness,

we can put you into protective custody.

And all I have to do is
let them into the caff?

- Yes.
- No.

We need them to completely
access the vault.

Once they're inside, you will
give us a signal and we move in.

- DI Bradfield, a word, please.
- Silas, are you in?

I've bitten my tongue long enough.

In Terrence O'Duncie, we have a prime
suspect in the Julie-Ann Collins case

that we should be questioning.

And miss our chance to arrest Clifford
Bentley? You heard him. It's happening tonight.

The Super's orders were
hand this to Flying Squad.

- Thank you for that intervention.
- This is reckless!

You're placing that man's safety at risk.

He came to us. I didn't
pull him off the streets.

This isn't like you,
Len. Take a deep breath.

Think about what you're doing.

If we catch Clifford Bentley on the plot,

he'll get another ten, maybe 20 years.

The moment they enter the
cafe, make the arrests.

No, all that gives me is a conspiracy-to-steal
charge. He'll be out in two.

I'm not having that on my conscience.

Kath... What if O'Duncie had nothing
to do with Julie-Ann's death?

- What? - If we didn't
have him downstairs,

would all the evidence still point to him?

Jane, it's not always clear-cut.

I just think...

If Bradfield didn't have
Clifford Bentley in his sights,

he would consider that, wouldn't he?

I don't know what goes on inside his head.

You know, I saw you both earlier...

It's OK. I'm not mad.
You're both grown-ups.

Maybe I would be mad on any other day.

I was gonna tell you.

They've offered me the TDC role.

You're joining CID? Oh,
that's great news, Kath!

Well, not till next month, but
I'll get out of this uniform.

Who's going to look after me now?

Oh, like I'm doing such a good
job of keeping you out of trouble!

But seriously...

you should speak to
him, if you're serious.

About what?

He's got cold feet. We never
should have trusted him.

Oh, shut up. He'll show.

Nobody's seen him.

- Maybe he's laying low somewhere.
- No. Something's wrong.

We can still go. Tonight. Catch the ferry.

What? We can't not do this.

Why not?

Well, for a start... Clay Whiteley.

He'd come after us.

It's happening.

We can't pull out now.

I knew you'd only piss it
up the wall, so I hid it.

What, is this mine? From the
airing cupboard? How much is left?

Just over a grand. That's enough,
isn't it? Get us away from here.

And then what?

If we see this through, we'll walk
away with at least 100 times that.

Yeah, we don't know that.

Then let's take everything.
Keep it all for ourselves.

You what? We'll have enough money.

By the time Whiteley hears
about it, we'll be long gone.

For God's sake, I thought you
weren't afraid of no-one!

I thought he'd be the liability, not you.

Am I the only one
prepared to make sacrifices

to keep this job on track?

What sacrifices have you made?

All right! All right!

John's right.

We ain't got a choice.

Let's just get it done.

Everyone here? Right...

We've secured the use of a flat
near the bank as a command post.

Gibbs, you'll be with OP One there.

- I'm in the "obo" van.
- Make sure you have a pee before you go.

And take a clothes peg you'll need it.

Edwards, you're with OP Two, round the corner
on Marlowe Place, waiting for the green light.

Now, once the targets
are inside the vault,

our cafe owner will give us
a signal and we'll move in.

Any questions?

- Good. Get ready.
- Yes, guv'nor.

Sir... I know it's not my place...

What is it?

It was Clifford Bentley who
ran down that PC, wasn't it?

Yes.

Shouldn't you be in the obo van?

What do I do the next time you push
me to be a better police officer?

Do I remind you of this...

the time you let a murder suspect
slip through your fingers?

Julie-Ann Collins doesn't care about
your score with Clifford Bentley.

Score?

Every August for the past eight years,

I've attended PC Hopkins' memorial service

and looked into the eyes of his widow

and told her I'm sorry
we couldn't do any more.

Well, now we can!

And I owe it to Mrs Hopkins.

We owe Julie-Ann's parents.

We've got O'Duncie. He's going
nowhere. Just wait another 24 hours.

Is this equipment of yours even working?

Oi! Where the bloody hell have you been?

- I had to run some errands.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. What errands?

I went to see a travel agent.

Here they come.

David, come back here!

Stay away from me! Get off me! Get off!

You're pushing your luck!

There's something going
on between those brothers.

Four-five to OP One. We have
movement at the Pembridge.

Right. Get ready. They'll
be here any minute.

- 'Three targets heading out. Over.'
- Received.

Let's get over there.

Here they come.

- 'Eagle...'
- Hey, hey, Sergeant! Sergeant!

'Eagle's nest to Eagle one.

Eagle's nest to Eagle
one. I'm in place. Over.'

Golf Hotel to all units.

'We have radio activity.
Operation is active. Over.'

This is it, Jane.

We're in!

- We're bloody in!
- We did it!

Pass the gas tanks and the blowtorch.

This safe's not gonna open itself.

Silas, what are you doing?

Silas?

- What are you doing?
- I needed some air.

Yeah, we all do. Come on. We're
in. It's all hands on deck.

Shit. Who's that?

Silas! I've had enough
of this. I can't sleep!

Come on, open up. I know you're in there.

Go on, love. Piss off.

Do you want me to pop down there?

- Ashton, get that woman out of there.
- 'Yes, sir.'

Silas... please! Come on!

- Excuse me, madam. Can you stop that?
- Excuse me?

I'm gonna need you to stop
that. I'm a police officer,

and I'm gonna need you to stop that.

I've called you lot before about this.

Good work. Now, don't
go back to the obo van.

OP Three to OP One. David Bentley's
left his post and is on the move.

'May be heading back to the bank.

'Don't let him out of your sight.'

I'll do it. He's already seen you.

- Silas!
- Yes, yes, I'm here.

'OP Two to OP One.'

Dunsford is now in place. Over.'

Confirmation's through, sir. The
bank manager is ready to let us in.

Right, we're going in. Get everyone ready.

'All units stand by. We're
going into the bank.'

Right. You heard the
man. Look lively, boys.

'Come on, man. Open the door.'

Come on. Come on.

- How are you doing, John?
- Nearly there.

I have to wait for the...

They're in there.

- Dunsford.
- 'Passcode, please.'

2-7-6.

- Nearly there.
- No, wait. What's that noise? Shh!

- Just give me a minute.
- No, turn it off!

Oh, come on, man.

- Jane. - Thank goodness.
Erm... he's this way.

All right.

I'll have to reset.

- John, we've got to go!
- I'm almost there!

Come on!

- John, leave it.
- Just go. I'll catch you up!

- Is everything all right?
- Come on. Let's go. Move it.

He's gone.

There's nothing like
catching them on the plot.

Mate, we've got to fly!

- John! Police! - I'm not
leaving this! I'll catch you up.

Oh, my God.