All language subtitles for WPC 56 - 03x03 - From The Shadows.RB58.English.orig.Addic7ed.com

I should have come home earlier
last night. I'm sorry.

I'll make it up to you.

Where were you?

At work.

You know I've got a lot on the moment.

- It's easier to get things done when the office is quiet.
- That's a lie.

- I'm sorry.
- You left at six o'clock.

You told Susie you'd
be going straight home.

All right. I... should have said.

- I went to the pub.
- Who with?

No-one. I was alone.

- Then why lie about it?
- Because I didn't want you to worry.

The truth is, I've been drinking
more than I should lately,

and I know how you feel about that,
with your father and everything.

Don't you dare bring that up so you don't
have to admit what's been going on.

- What are you talking about?
- You were with another woman, weren't you?

- No...
- That's why you don't want to touch me.

Don't say that. Of course
I want to touch you.

Charlotte, please,
don't talk like this.

You're perfect. You're
everything I want.

Why would I even look
at another woman?

I know I haven't been much
of a husband lately.

I've been so busy at work...

It's not fair on you,

I am so sorry.

We can try again?

Tonight.

This just came for you. Postmark USA.

Thank you, Sergeant Swift.

Have you had a chance to think
about what I asked yesterday?

Yesterday?

You know...

Well, I asked if...

Will you go on a date with me?

Oh, that.

- I'd love to.
- Really?

Smashing!

Well, that's just...

- Thank you.
- Aren't you forgetting something?

When?

Oh! Um. How about tonight?

That doesn't give a girl much time.

No, you're right, I'm sorry.

But I like a man who's decisive.

Oh, you do?

Well, good.

Tonight it is, then. I'll
pick you up at seven.

I'll look forward to it.

Any closer to finding him, sir?

No, men like Sheppard know how to
disappear. They were trained to.

Nobody really disappears
though, do they, sir?

I mean, there's always a trail.

Where would you start looking?

I suppose I'd want to know exactly
what he was trained for and why.

It might help us...

I mean, you, predict his next move.

OK. Tell you what, why don't
you contact the War Office?

See if you can access
his military records.

Me, sir?

It's your lead.

You don't mind if I borrow him
for a while, do you, Sergeant?

Keep him for all I care.

Sarge.

Oh, and Perkins, try to get
Brigadier Morris' record too.

Yes, sir.

Hello, War Office, Whitehall, please.

DI Sawyer.

When was this?

We'll be there as soon as we can.

- Taylor.
- Sir?
- There was an assault on a nurse

at Edmund Hall Psychiatric
Hospital late last night.

She says it was William Sheppard.

I managed to reach some scissors
and I stabbed him.

He let go, so I screamed.

Do you remember where
you wounded him?

- On his hand.
- Did he say anything to you?

No.

After I screamed, he
heard others and he ran.

- But you're certain it was William Sheppard?
- Yes.

I saw him clearly.

You said it was dark.

You were frightened.

It was him, without a doubt.

But he had already escaped.

Why risk coming back
just to attack you?

If you understood psychosis,
you'd know that violence

and irrationality go hand in hand.

We don't doubt that, Doctor.

Find him, Inspector, before
he harms anyone else.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Good job in there, Taylor. Always
helpful to antagonise the victim.

- Sir, I was just being thorough.
- No, you were looking
for holes in her statement

because you don't want
to believe it's true.

Maybe I don't. Is that so bad?

Look, I just don't believe that
he would harm a woman, sir.

This is a man who read
me bedtime stories.

He built us a treehouse at the
bottom of the garden one summer.

Yes, yes, he was a soldier,
so was everyone, so were you.

It doesn't change who
you are inside, does it?

And I just...

Sir, are you even listening to me?

Hmm?

Yes, yes, yes, the
trees in the summer.

What?

I'm making a serious point here

but obviously you've got
other things on your mind.

- Are you a little jealous?
- No.

No, I just don't want Sheppard
to get blamed for something

- he didn't do.
- OK, enough.

I don't care how nice he was
to you when you were a child.

People change, they snap. Sometimes
they just lose their minds.

You need to keep your personal
feelings out of this, Taylor,

or you're no good to me.

No good?

I'm not sure.

Yeah, it can be a little dry.

- Try the 1910 edition.
It's a better translation.
- Oh, thanks.

I'm pretty new to all this.

Well, Marx is a good place to start.

Have we met somewhere before?

No, no, I don't think so.

I work for Austin, are
you on the assembly line?

No, no. I'm a writer.

Really? What do you write?

Articles mostly, for
the Daily Worker.

Well, that and some very bad poems.

Maybe I could interview
you some time.

What are conditions like
on the factory floor?

Well, I'm reading this, aren't I?

If you're interested, there's
a meeting coming up.

Eight o'clock, Radleigh Community
Centre, last Friday of every month.

Maybe I'll see you there.

Maybe you will. Nice meeting you.

What's your name, by the way?

I'll look out for your articles.

It's Carl Saunders.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Has Sheppard confessed
to the murders?

Have you charged him yet? At
least tell me that, please?

What's your name again?

David Meyer. Birmingham Chronicle.

OK, David Meyer. Have you
got your little notepad?

Excellent.

Brinford Police don't comment
on any ongoing investigation.

If the Birmingham Chronicle want
to keep abreast of changes,

they can damn well wait until we're
ready to release a statement.

Now, go away.

Thank you.

Oh! Rumour has it a certain sergeant
finally asked you out.

He did! I'm off to get my nails done,

then straight home to get ready.

Have a nice time

and I want all the details tomorrow.

As you all know, William
Sheppard absconded

from Edmund Hall Psychiatric
Hospital yesterday evening.

He's since been identified in the
assault of a nurse on the premises.

They failed to apprehend
him and he's still at large.

If you see this man,
call for backup -

he may be armed and is to be
considered extremely dangerous.

Thank you, Detective.

Fenton.

Yes, sir.

Of course.

I'll see you there.

- All right, there you go.
- How'd you get on?

I didn't, sir. Sheppard and Morris'
service records are sealed.

I told them what it was for
but they still refused.

Sorry, sir.

Don't be. If a door's locked,
we'll find another way in.

It's a pity the army couldn't protect
Brigadier Morris the same way

they do their service records.

You're back early. Not at work today?

No, Mrs Logan. Things to do.

Been to the Post Office, I see.

Yes. Ta-ra then.

You haven't seen Patches
anywhere, have you?

No, Mrs Logan, but if
I do I'll let you know.

Something's not right.

Mrs Goodwin in number 27

said her cat's been missing
for over a week.

And it's no coincidence that Chinese
restaurant's just opened up

- down the street.
- What do you mean?
- What do you think I mean?

They eat them, you know.

They do not.

You shouldn't say such things.

Have you seen their
menu in the window?

All full of nasty foreign letters.

"Meat Dishes," it says.

Not chicken, not beef -

just, "meat". It's enough
to turn your stomach.

You may laugh, but there's
been nothing but trouble

since all these foreigners
been coming here.

Burglaries right on this street!

Right, once more from the top, eh?

One, two, three...

And then the chorus comes in again
and... Well, you get the idea.

Excellent! Well done, everybody.
Same time tomorrow, yes?

Sarge, wait a minute.

- There'll be cymbals in the
next one, Tommy, I promise.
- No, I just wanted to say,
good luck for tonight.

I just thought I'd get home,
you know - spruce myself up.

- Bit of aftershave.
- Present her with some posies

- and then it's off to Ming Woo's.
- Ming what's?

Ming Woo's - a Chinese restaurant.

Where better to woo a woman
than Ming Woo's? Eh?

Take it up with your
mother, it was her idea.

So, if a bomb were to drop, we'd
all be stuck down here together?

I think I'll take my chances outside.

Is there a reason for this visit,

or are shifts getting
shorter these days?

- I wanted to talk to you.
- We talk at dinner.

Just you and me - and we don't
talk at dinner. You talk,

- me and Mum just...
- Annie, get to the point.

I know you're upset with me.

- What I said about you being a civilian...
- Oh.

You were right.

It's over.

Time to move on.

That doesn't mean that
I don't still need you.

Dad, I'm in the middle
of this case, but...

it feels like I'm on the outside.

If I just knew what you knew...

Then what? You'd be
better at your job?

It doesn't work like that.

Right now, I'm the only one who
believes William's innocent

but I need more to go
on than just my gut.

If you won't do it for me,
at least do it for him.

Do what?

Something happened
in the war, didn't it?

Please, Dad, I need to know.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Eee!

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Oh.

How long have you been
sitting there, Patches?

Come on, come on.

Let's get you home, prove
you're not in a chop suey.

No.

No!

No, no, no, no, no!

Oh, no!

No names, no specifics.

Agreed?

We were trained to
go behind enemy lines.

Sabotage mostly, cutting
lines of communication.

Our German was passable

but it would have fooled no-one
if we'd been captured,

so Brigadier Morris, he taught us
to become invisible more or less.

It kept us alive.

There was a lot of
blood on our hands.

I don't mean combat, somehow it's...

It's easier there.

I'm talking about witnesses who'd
turn us in, destroy the mission.

Civilians who got caught up in...

It was a brutal time, Annie,

but it was the only way
to win and we had to win.

We were there, you know, when
they liberated the death camps.

I never knew men could
do such things.

It helped - at least, after -

to know that we were
on the right side...

but William,

he never learnt to live again.

He started drinking.

His fiancee broke it off.

He could have been happy.

But he let it all fall away...

.. including his friends.

Apart from me, of course.

And the Brigadier?

Well, they were never exactly friends

but there was respect, you know.

Until one day, they fell out about
something. I never knew what.

- Can you guess?
- Something to do with a mission
they'd stayed behind for,

just the two of them.

I knew better than
to ask what it was.

They were the sort of men that would
take their secrets to the grave.

Morris certainly did.

As far as we know....

.. he was... tortured before he died.

We think the killer may
have needed information.

Do you have any idea
what it could have been?

No, I don't.

I've told you everything I know.

Thank you, Dad.

Susie?

Susie!

Thank you, sir. Goodbye.

That's for you.

- Ta.
- Shall we?

Usual, please.

I spoke to my father today.

And?

It's as I thought, sir,
he doesn't know anything

but I'm more certain than ever that
the answers are buried in the past.

Something Morris and Sheppard
did that only they knew about.

Like what?

A secret mission.

Whatever it was, Sheppard
couldn't live with it.

It destroyed his life,
drove him to drink.

And got Morris killed.

What was it Sheppard said?

Sooner or later,
everyone's got to pay.

So we're back at square one.

Everything hinges
on finding Sheppard.

Sorry to interrupt, sir. We
just got a call from a lady -

a burglar's breaking into
the house next door.

- Can you deal with her while I check it out?
- Yeah.

Help, somebody!

About time, he could have
murdered her by now!

- So is this your neighbour's house?
- Yes, she lives alone.

I heard her shouting for help
and when I went out the back

I saw someone climbing in
through the kitchen window.

00:22:03,290
- See?
- OK, everybody...
- Oh!

Oscar, stop that!

He wants to be a reporter.

- Everybody stay here and
I'll check round the back.
- OK.

- Oscar, Oscar!
- I'll get him.

Looks like he's stuck.

What's he wearing?

Some sort of disguise?

What does it matter? Do something.

OK. Everyone stay here.

Right, you, the game's up.

I'm a policeman.

Tommy?

- Miss Nightingale?
- Yes!

Please help me. I'm wedged in.

What on earth are you doing climbing
through your own window?

If you must know, I got locked out
trying to catch your stupid cat.

- Patches is alive?
- All right, everyone...

Oh! Do you mind?

As you can see, it's all just
been a big misunderstanding,

so you can all move along now.

Taylor...

help me pull her out.

Surely we should push her in? I mean,
she still needs to get inside.

- I could kick the door down.
- Don't you dare!

OK, well, then we're
going to have to push.

You ready?

Oh!

Oh.

All right, fun's over, everyone.
Back to your homes now.

Go on.

How's the new WPC coming along?

Chip off the old block?

Hard to say.

Sergeant Taylor was born with
a stick up his backside.

She's not as uptight,

but she acts as if she can wear
his stripes without earning them.

- Same again?
- Mmm.

I should be going.

My wife,

she worries, since the shooting.

Understandable. Nasty business.

Yes, sir.

Is there something you wanted?

I'm careful about who
I ask for favours.

Of course.

I need you to check a name for me.

Off the record, it's
for personal reasons.

No need to involve anybody else.

Carl Saunders.

Who is he?

Communist sympathiser.

Let's just say he's consorting
with people he shouldn't.

If there's dirt on him, find it.

I'll make it worth your while.

What is that - a rain coat?

A slim suit.

I was trying to look
perfect for my date.

Where's Sergeant Swift?

I hid from him and he left.

Now he thinks I stood him
up and everything's ruined.

Where do you think he might be?

Er, he was going to take
her to Ming Woo's,

but I doubt he's there now.
He could be in the Tavern.

Good, good, we can
still salvage this.

Right, you find Sergeant Swift
and get him in that restaurant.

- But...
- Go!

Does my hair look all right?

You all right, Sarge?

I didn't expect to see you here.

Well...

that makes two of us.

What happened to your date
with Miss Nightingale?

There was no date.

Why would there be?

Why would a woman like Susie want me?

She liked you enough
to say yes, didn't she?

I'm sure she wouldn't
just stand you up.

I said I'd pick her up at seven.

She wasn't there.

I'd say that's pretty clear.

Wait a minute, you went to her house?

That's normally how it works, son.

But I heard her say she was going
straight to the restaurant.

Well, you couldn't have done, I
never said where I was taking her.

Yes, but you told me

and I mentioned it to WPC Taylor,

who must have told Miss Nightingale,
which is why she got it in her head

that she was meeting you there.

- But why would she...
- It doesn't matter why, Sarge!

The point is, she's probably
sitting in Ming Woo's right now

- wondering where you are.
- What time is it?

Well, it's ten to eight.

Oh, damn!

Oh!

Hold on, hold on!

There.

Look, wait - I could give you a lift.

Go get her, Sarge.

It would have been booked
under the name Swift.

- Do you still have the table?
- I'll have a look.
- Thank you.

How do I look?

Just lovely.

Now, breathe.

If you'd like to follow me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh.

Susie, I'm so sorry I'm late.

- I thought we were supposed to...
- It doesn't natter - matter.

- I'm just glad you're here.
- Oh.

Erm, here.

Ooh - crackers.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello again.

If you're here to see Dr Ellis,
I'm afraid he's out today.

Actually, I came here to see you.

Me? How can I help?

I was wondering if you'd
let me take a look

at William Sheppard's
psychiatric records.

- The patients' files are confidential.
- The thing is,

I really need to know if he
has a history of violence.

It would really help
our investigation

if I knew anything more about him.

- I'm sorry, I really can't.
- Come on.

Just a quick peek.

I won't tell anyone if you don't.

What did William Sheppard seem
like to you when he was here?

It's hard to tell, he was
sedated most of the time.

- To be honest...
- Shh.

Sorry. What were you saying?

I was saying, I was surprised he
was able to break out of here -

he couldn't lift his own
head up most of the time.

Maybe he was faking.

I mean, he had it in him
to attack Nurse Hartley.

I saw the man who attacked her.

- What?
- I was right next door.

After I heard her scream, I saw
him running down the corridor

and if you ask me, he looked
nothing like Sheppard.

- Why didn't you say anything?
- Because she's my boss.

And you're sure it was
somebody different?

- Pretty sure.
- Can you describe him?

Medium build, dark hair
and much younger -

I'd say early twenties.

- What's going on?
- Look at this.

Has Sergeant Swift seen it yet?

He certainly has.

It's always nice to discover
you've been lied to.

Actually, Sarge, if you think
about it, it's quite flattering.

Well, Susie only hid from you because
she wasn't looking her best.

That worked out well
for her, didn't it?

Well, she can't find out
about this, it'll kill her.

Not a word to Miss
Nightingale, understood?

No jokes, no funny looks.
If she gets wind of this,

you've got me to answer to, right?

But what if she sees
it in the paper, Sarge?

There's not much here.

Sorry, that's all we have.

"Recommended for the Petra
Project," what is that?

If they knew I were talking
to you, I'd lose my job.

I won't tell them how I found out.
Please, this could really help.

All I know is patients selected
for the Petra Project disappear,

sometimes for weeks at a time.

No-one knows where they're taken,
but when they come back,

- they're different.
- Different - how?

I mean, worse than before.

Sometimes they just
scream and scream.

Everybody knows Dr Ellis is a brilliant
man. It's not my place to question him.

Petra Project.

Thank you.

You have something for me?

Carl Saunders - I knew
I'd heard the name before.

Couple of weeks back, we picked
him up on a raid in a queer pub.

I wanted to charge the whole lot of
'em but Briggs said to let them walk.

- I see.
- That's his only arrest.

I could do some digging,
look into his past.

Thank you, Sergeant,
that won't be necessary.

I have what I need.

Thank you, Vicky.

Could you do me one last, tiny
favour? Would you call me

- when Dr Ellis comes back?
- Sure.

May I?

This is my... direct number.

Call me any time if I
don't call you first.

- Oh, my God, that's him.
- Who?

The man who attacked Nurse Hartley.

David Meyer - stop!

Stop, police!

Stop, stop!

Stop, police!

Oi!

Oi, what are you doing? Get off me.

Come back, he's stolen my bike!

David!

I think I've got them all, Sarge.

Good. Chuck them in the
incinerator or something. Go.

Thanks - again - for
dinner last night.

I had such a lovely time.

So did I.

Wasn't that restaurant magical?

All those lanterns.

Yes - lanterns.

Hey, I fancy a cup of tea. Shall we?

It was the perfect setting...

for a perfect evening.

Well...

.. apart from the flying spring roll.

Those chopsticks certainly
take some getting used to.

Shall we? How about that tea?

Susie, Susie!

Well, well, well.

You never told me there was a
full moon out last night, girl.

Excuse me?

What's that thing you're wearing, eh?

Looks like a space suit!

Susie...

One of these days, I'm going to
knock that smile off your face.

Susie?

Susie?

She won't come out, Sarge.

Susie? It's John.

Please go away.

It's not so bad, really.

You can't even see your
face in the picture.

Anyway,

it'll be chip wrapping by tomorrow.

At least the story
had a happy ending -

Mrs Logan got reunited with her cat.

I hate Mrs Logan.

She told the paper that I
looked like a fat burglar

and all because I bought that stupid
slim suit that doesn't even work -

I'm not one bit thinner.

I don't want you to be thinner.

Susie...

.. you're perfect the way you are.

When I saw you in that
restaurant last night,

I couldn't believe it was
me you were waiting for.

I fell for you

the very first moment
I laid eyes on you.

You're the most beautiful
woman in the world

and I know I don't have much
to offer you, Susie...

You're early.

I can't stay long.

What's happened?

It's Charlotte, she...

suspects something.

I had to lie to her
face this morning.

Did she believe you?

I don't know...

But this can't go on.

It's getting too dangerous.

- Do you want to cool it for a while?
- No, Carl,

didn't you hear me?

We have to end this now.

No, don't say that.

It's all the sneaking around,
I can't stand it.

- Walt, I...
- No, please don't, just...

She deserves better.

I have to at least try
to make things work.

We work - you and me.

You're going to throw that
away over some sham marriage?

It's not a sham.

I do love her.

Not like you love me.

I'm so sorry.

Just wait, please...

I'll stay away.

I'll do whatever you want but...

.. don't go yet.

Not yet.

I just spoke to our friends
at the Birmingham Chronicle.

- And did you find David Meyer?
- He never worked there.

- What?
- They've never heard of him.

Well, who do you think he is then?

I think he's our new main suspect.

Fenton.

How would you like to get that
arrest after all, Sergeant?

On a charge that'll stick this time.

I'm listening.

Brewer Street, above Preedy & Sons.

Soon as you can.

Thank you, sir.

Perkins, get Fletch and come with me.

Move it!

Who's there?

I said show yourself.

Gabriel?

David.

What are you doing here?

How did you find me?

I've been following your
movements for some time.

- Why?
- To make sure the job gets done right.

Tell me you...

You killed Brigadier Morris?

He got what he deserved.

That wasn't for you to decide.

Do you have any idea
what you've done?

Something you didn't have
the guts to do yourself.

Police, stay where you are!

Get dressed.

Time's up.

I am arresting you for committing
an act of gross indecency

with another male person.

You are not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so

but what you say will be taken
down and may be given in evidence.

Sir.