All language subtitles for Prime Suspect ( Tennison ) 1973 S01 E02_track3_[eng]

("Something in the Air" by
Thunderclap Newman playing)

* Call out the instigators

* Because there's something
in the air *

* We've got to get together
sooner or later *

* Because the
revolution's here *

* And you know it's right

* And you know that it's right

* We have got to get it
together *

* We have got to get it together
now *

*

* Lock up the streets
and houses *

* Because there's something
in the air *

* We've got to get together
sooner or later *

They said you'd be here.

Sir, I don't think
Eddie Phillips was just

Julie Ann's boyfriend.

What?

I went to speak to Suzy
and she said...

(sighing):
Tennison, you shouldn't
have done that.

There are protocols.
I know, but...

Whatever she said
could be inadmissible.

When was this?
Just...

Best if you don't tell me.

Same again.

BARTENDER:
Sure.

What are you having?

I'll just have
the same as you.

There you go.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Eight years ago,
we had this young PC,

Charlie Hopkins.

He's not much older than you.

He died while doing
a routine check

on a vehicle
with false plates.

The driver deliberately
mowed him down.

What Hopkins didn't know
was that...

(sighs)

the driver was on his way to an
armed raid of a bookies.

I got information

about a garage that had taken
the vehicle in for repairs.

So I broke in, I found it.

Smashed headlight...

...dented bumper...

...blood smear.

I knew I had him.

The driver.

You arrested him?

No.

No, he saw me go in the garage.

By the time
I came back with the warrant,

he'd torched the car.

No fingerprints, no nothing
to connect it to PC Hopkins.

Bastard got away with it.

Sorry...

I-I didn't mean to be...

going on about that.

Cheers.
Cheers.

BRADFIELD:
Same as you,
I trained at Hendon.

JANE:
And when was that?

Late '50s...

...early '60s?

Really?

Well, I suppose
that explains

why you're
walking me home then,

clearly I'm old
and doddery enough

to warrant a chaperone.

Actually, it's because
you nearly fell over

coming out of the pub

and then you tried to get
your car keys out.

I didn't want to see
what happened next.

In that case, um...

Thank you for saving my life.

You know seriously.

I'm-I'm very...

(sighs)

Drunk?

Grateful.

I admire you.

Hmm, no...

Sorry, can't be
doing that.

I'm your superior officer,
and, uh...

we're both very drunk...

(sighs)

Evening.

(man whistling)

I should be going.

Um...

Will you be okay
getting home?

Yes, I'll be fine.

Uh... well, um...

(sighs)

MORGAN:
All right, early bird.

Morning.

Late one, was it?

Where'd you go?

Nowhere.

Stayed in.

Up late studying, that's all.

(distant sound
of men laughing, echoing)

Tell me we've found
any villains.

Still looking
but we'll find him.

Sir, nothing found
in Eddie's flat.

Not one print that
matches Julie Ann's.

Bollocks.

Any luck tracing
the red jag that Eddie

claimed picked
Julie Ann up?

That was the last time
she was seen alive.

Nothing yet.

MORGAN:
Are you gonna get
started on those

Red Jack phone calls,
Jane?

Jane?
Hmm?

Phone calls?
Yes.

Where did you
get up to?

Let's see.

TENNISON:
Go from there.

Morgan.

I need a plonk
to accompany me

to Julie Ann's parents.

Sergeant Harris
has posted me

on foot patrol
covering Five Beat.

Sorry.

Tennison?

GEORGE:
There was a matching necklace.

It was part of a set.

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

Well, at least we'll have
something of hers

for the service.

BRADFIELD:
We'll release the body
as soon as we can.

There is another reason
that we stopped by.

What is it?

We've already told you
everything we know.

This may be difficult
for you to hear.

Julie Ann may have been
trying to kick her drug habit

because she was pregnant.

GEORGE:
Oh, dear God...

I take it neither
of you knew?

The newspaper describes
Julie Ann as a drug user

and a prostitute.

If you speak to the press,
will you remind them

that she was more than that?

Of course.

The postmortem
also revealed

that your daughter had injuries
consistent with a beating,

we think from about two weeks
before her death.

Was this the boyfriend,
this Eddie?

How do you know about Eddie?

The newspaper
describes him

as Julie Ann's boyfriend,
helping with your enquiries.

("Street Life"
by Roxy Music playing)

* Wish everybody
would leave me alone, yeah *

ANNOUNCER (on radio):
The news is on the hour,
every hour.

Come on John.

Time to get up.

They've been talking
about that poor

murdered girl again
on the radio.

Ta.

Makes you scared
to leave your own home.

Is David back?

He was.

Went straight out again.

He spoken to you?

About?

Just wondered what he's up to.

John?

Is this about some
girl he was seeing?

He's fine, Ma.

Here, do us some
bacon, will you?

* All those lies
can be so unkind *

* They can make you feel like
you're losing your mind... *

You got anything
stronger?

Do I look
like a dealer?

Please, man.

Tell me where I can
find Eddie then.

You're not
going to find him.

If you really need something,
I can give you an address

not far from here.

We're speaking to all
Jaguar dealers in the area,

looking for the owner
of a red XJ series.

20,000 red Jags sold since 1968.

Can we get a
better description?

Well when we find
Eddie, we'll ask him.

Tennison?

I just found

Julie Ann's PM Report
lying on my desk.

Yes.

You told me to
leave it there, sir.

Yes, but it
needs to be

in an envelope,
with my name on it.

It's sensitive material.

MAN (on phone):
Hello, are you still there?

Sorry about that.

Sorry, you said he worked there?

And that's definitely
a red Jaguar.

This garage serviced

a red XJ6 for a doctor
at Homerton Hospital.

So that's
Dr. Hussein Pryor.

Thank you, great.

GIBBS:
Morgan, you beauty.

MORGAN:
Yes, come on!

Silas, darling,

is that van going to be
parked there all day?

Once they've
unloaded it,

I'll get them to move it
around the corner, okay?

And the noise level?

I do hope there won't
be any noise.

Let's hope not-- I will sort it.

You're a treasure, darling.

Hey.

You have to
keep quiet.

The busybody
next door

will complain, and the council
will shut me down.

Please move this
stuff downstairs.

What do you care if the
council shut you down?

Yeah, this time next week,
you'll be on a beach,

sitting on a big
pile of cash.

Ready to roll?

Yeah.

What are you going to
do with your share?

Get as far away from
here as possible.

Me too.

Mum'll be all
right, won't she?

Yeah.

She'll have Dad
to look after her.

Yeah.

Oi.

I don't know
what's going on

in that head of yours,

but don't fuck this one up
for us, David.

I'm not gonna.

(engine struggles to turn over)

PRYOR:
She looks familiar.

Julie Ann Collins--
she came here as an outpatient

on May 1

to sign up to
your methadone program.

She was last seen climbing into
a red Jaguar outside here.

Do you own a red Jaguar XJ6?

My wife has the Jag, ex-wife.

She lives in Kent.

We're gonna have to contact
your wife to confirm this.

Fine.

Have you talked to Teresa?

Who's Teresa?
Theresa O'Duncie.

One of the
receptionists here.

I'm sure she
knew this girl.

Is Theresa here now?

Ask one of the girls--
they'll have her details.

BRADFIELD:
Thank you for
coming in, Mrs. O'Duncie.

After I had my appendix
out last month,

the stitches got infected.

Just take a seat.

I had this shooting pain,
right across my stomach.

So they put me on
a course of antibiotics.

O'Duncie--
is that with a C-Y?

C-I-E.

Well, when I came
back to work today

and heard about Julie Ann,
the pain came back

in the same place, right here,
so maybe it's an emotional pain.

Not an infection.

Every cloud.

Dr. Pryor said you let
Julie Ann use an office phone.

Her and Eddie.

We know Eddie at the unit.

He was always around.

I was never
sure about him.

Any idea who
she called?
No.

I overheard her asking someone
for money-- well, demanding.

But it was
an O-one number.

Would anyone have
written it down?
Yeah, me.

External calls have to go
through the switchboard.

You still have it?

When Julie Ann left,
did Eddie go with her?

He asked her where
she was going.

But she told him
to mind his own business.

He got really
angry with her.

I reckon he's done this.

You should speak to him.

Hi, Sheila.

The public phone's always
out of order,

so I didn't think
there would be a problem.

I like to help the poor angels
any way I can,

point them in
the right direction.

That's where I
wrote it down,

On the pad there.

Before I got this job,

I was an outpatient here.

It's a disease,

addiction.

Stop!

What you doing?

Checking for
indented writing.

Not by that
hamfisted method.

The forensic document
examiner does that.

He's got a bigger pencil.

Come on.

What you doing
here again?

I've been thinking.

I want the same share
as John and Danny.

They're doing the manual labor.

It's worked out on merit.

You hardly even know Danny.

He's your cousin--
he's family, too.

And I'm your son.
David!

(chuckling)

We're only keeping 40 percent.

The rest goes to Whitely.

The slices are already
cut very thin.

Thinner for some
than others.

Why has the money become
an issue all of a sudden?

You can have five percent
of mine.

Ten.

Don't push your luck.

Clifford, mate.

Looked like you was having
some family trouble.

A son like that needs to be
brought in line.

Don't fill me with confidence

seeing you being talked to
by a cripple like that.

("Demon's Eye" by Deep Purple
playing)

* I don't mind...

Shit.

* Just what you say

* I'd never hurt you, baby

We're looking
for your mate Eddie.

I've not seen him since
you lot picked us up.

Well, he's your mate.

Has he not dropped by?

No.

Shall we take
you in, Billy?

I swear!
Last chance.

What did you put in your pocket
as I came in?

Help us out
or we take a look.

Try Dwayne Clarke.

Eddie always runs to him
when he's in trouble.

MORGAN:
This particular car was parked
outside Homerton hospital.

Yes, thank you-- and I was
wondering if you had a chance

to look at the hospital notepad
we brought in?

Right, we need to speak to this
prick Billy told us about,

Dwayne Clarke.

He's hiding Eddie.

Still looking,
but we'll find him.

There's nothing so far.

No record, his name
doesn't crop up anywhere.

Well, run his name
by Drugs and Vice.

Shake some branches.

He's getting fidgety.

He is rumbled.
Go, go, go.

Hello lads.

Jesus!
Scared the shit out of me!

Well, I didn't realize you
drug squad boys got scared.

My gov needs your help.

Oh, yeah?

We need you
to ID someone.

Dwayne Clarke,
real name Darren Ackroyd.

Believe it or not, but the lad
is well connected.

Fingers in lots of pies.

Dwayne's got form--
likes to stomp on heads.

Junkies mostly.

Where can we find him?

You don't.

He's the subject of a long-
running undercover operation.

Oh come on,
don't be a jobs worth.

My hands are tied.

This is a murder
investigation.

She was 17,
for God's sake.

We think he's harboring
our prime suspect.

If you don't touch him,
we'll agree to a fair exchange

of information.

We'll show you ours if...

well, you know.

BRADFIELD:
We don't know for certain

if there is active
surveillance on him,

so make sure no one outside
this room knows.

GIBBS:
Find Dwayne
and we get Eddie.

And where do we find him?

Duke let slip that Dwayne
has an alias, Darren Ackroyd.

We've got an address and a car
registered to him.

(knock on door)
Come in!

TENNISON:
Sorry to interrupt.

Sir, the forensic document
examiner retrieved

a partial number from the pad
we found at the hospital.

Oh-one-nine-four-
six-oh-three.

I'll need your signature
so the GPO can send us

a list of possibilities.

I put it in an envelope
with your name on it, sir.

Leave it with me.

(screams)

(muffled screams)

Who's the cripple
now then?

You should watch
your fucking mouth.

(screams in pain)

GIBBS:
Don't suppose Dwayne
drives a brown mini?

If he is as smart
as Duke suggests,

then he is not going
to come back to his flat

with Eddie, is he?

(police radio chatter)

(sighs)

Better not be late
for my gig tonight.

Do you do any Beatles?

Bolan, Quo, Slade, Kinks.

No bloody Beatles, no.

You should do some Beatles.

Dwayne's not home.

Darren's not home.

MORGAN (on radio):
Golf Hotel to DI Bradfield
over.

Go ahead.

Uniform has spotted
a blue Mercedes, listed owner

Darren Ackroyd,

registration
Delta Hotel November

Five Seven Seven hotel

heading north on Talbot Road.

Over.

Tell uniform to take him now.

We don't want to lose him.

(siren blaring)

(tires screeching)

That's him!

(shouting)

MORGAN:
Suspect apprehended.

Tell them to keep him there.
We are on our way, over.

Where is he?
Did you lose him?

He's over here.
He's a real handful.

Took four of us
to pin him down.

Is everyone all right?

Yes, sir.

We've had to
chuck him in here.

DWAYNE:
Get me out of here!

You arseholes,
you've got nothing on me!

Dwayne?

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Clark!

Can you hear me?
You're going to
pay for this.

Knock once if you can.

You've got no right to do this.

Is he cuffed?
Yeah.

Ready?

Oi, what's this all about?

Get me out of here now!

You arseholes,
you've got nothing on me.

Good work.

BRADFIELD:
Eddie Phillips.

His girlfriend has turned up
dead, he's done a runner.

And we think
you know where he is.

So let's see
what Mr. Clarke's been up to.

A scuzzy dickhead
like Dwayne Clarke

can afford a motor like this
and I'm on a poxy scooter.

I don't know no Eddie.

GIBBS:
We saw you with him, idiot.

So why are you
covering for him?

DWAYNE:
I'm not covering
for that arsehole.

We found these
in the air filter.

It's enough to throw possession
with intent to supply at him.

BRADFIELD:
This is what we found in
your car that starts with W.

I didn't put that there.

Who did then?

Fucking tooth fairy?

Here we go.

Got it.

He kept a tally book.

BRADFIELD:
So, in this little book

we have a handy list
of your customers.

Now this Tod had quite
the party on the 13th.

You supplied him
with various drugs

on the day that
Julie Ann died.

I've never seen
that book before.

One of your coppers
must have planted it.

You're on thin ice.

Same goes for that
bag of weed and the money.

None of that
is mine.

I'd like to speak
to my solicitor.

Tell us where to find
Eddie Phillips.

Fucking Eddie.

I ain't seen him.

How did you afford
a place there, then?

I didn't.

Live with my parents.

Yeah, so do I.

Can't you type
any quicker?

He didn't give us
Eddie, did he?

We'll stick him with
the possession charge.

GIBBS:
What do you tell Duke?

Speak of the devil.
You arrogant pricks.

All right.
Steady, mate.

DUKE:
Six months of surveillance
down the drain.

We're building a case against
some major players

and you just blew it
out of the water.

I've got a murdered girl.

I don't give a toss

about what long game
you're playing.

What's that?

Part of our "fair exchange
of information."

Duke, hold on.

Shit.

Who is that with
Eddie and Julie Ann?

DUKE:
A new player.

We're still establishing
his identity,

but he's a regular supplier
of Eddie's.

They were taken two days
before she died.

All we know is on the street
he's known as Oz.

Thank you.

JOHN:
According to the plans
the first wall is...

Somewhere.

It's there.

Right, let's go.

(drilling, hammering)

Jesus!

JOHN (on radio):
Eagle One to Eagle's Nest.

Eagle One to Eagle's Nest,

we're done for the night.

You still awake up there?

Eagle One, I'm awake, over.

Might I suggest
we continue without her?

Dad, where is she?

I told her
to be here.

(sighs)

Finally.

Sorry I'm late.

I hope you're not going
to wear that on the day.

It'll look like Pam's
out on day release.

Please, Mum,
I'm missing work for this.

Glad you could
make it.

We're at the vows.

You take the bouquet.
What?

Take it then!

And then when we leave the
vestry, you hand it back to me.

Got that?

I think we need to go over it
again for my sister's benefit.

In a rush,
Tennison?

Oh, morning, Sarge.

First aid
training today.

Thought for a minute
the rumors were right

and you'd found yourself
a new boyfriend.

What rumors?

The general consensus
around the station is

the only reason you've signed up
is to procure yourself

a husband.

Great.

You could do a lot worse.

Now I've got you down to
accompany D.I. Bradfield

to the College Service.

So dump your boyfriend
and smarten up!

Sarge thinks I'm only here
to find a husband.

Oh yeah?

Like I'm a cat stuck up a tree,
waiting for a man to save me.

There is not a man
in this station

I would open my legs for.

What? None of them?

You're kidding?

All good for nothing.

Yeah, I know.

You got a boyfriend?

No.

You?

Beating 'em off with a stick.

(clears throat)

(clears throat)

Look, I...

I don't usually
drink that much.

What do I do if someone asks
about the investigation?

Oh, um...

Just tell them it's sub judice
to discuss it.

(projector whirring)

George...

Oh, thank you for coming,
Detective Inspector.

Have there been
any developments?

We are chasing
several leads, sir.

Oh, well, that's something.

So sad, George.

So very sad.

Let me get you a taxi,
Reg.

Yeah, I think
you're right, George.

Tennison, could you call a taxi
for this gentleman, please?

Of course.

Thank you, dear.

Would you like to come
say hello to Mary?

Of course.

Hello.

48 Church Mount Road, please.

Oh...

Oh-one nine-four-six-
oh-three-six-five.

Thank you.

(murmuring)

Cheers, then.

Is everything
all right?

I didn't see any ashtrays
inside, so I assume Mrs. Collins

would prefer
I did this out here.

Ah, yes, well,
you assumed right.

Sorry, sir.

You had the phone number.

I didn't think
it was enough.

It's enough to question him
and get a warrant.

Now I trust we won't find
your fingerprints

all over those door handles?

I didn't touch it.

Where is Gibbs?

It was a good spot.

I don't usually
drink that much.

That suspect driver
I told you about...

About six weeks later
we arrested him

for a different robbery.

The bastard gets out this week.

What the hell's this?

Lord knows I have no desire
to delay your release,

so I've convinced Mikey here
to tell the warden

he fell down the stairs.

So what?

Ought to tell your dog to be
more careful who he bites.

Trust-- that is so important
to me, Clifford.

Now I've invested
too much in this job

to allow anything to derail it.

Now you promised me
you could do it.

And in return
for forty percent,

I don't expect to have to deal
with shite like this.

Who the fuck do you think
you're talking to?

Do you know who I am?

MIKEY:
You're a nobody,

old man.

You'll return the plans and
I'll find someone more obedient.

I was pulling schemes like this

when you were still shitting
in your nappies.

Now, my boys have
already started.

So back off and let us
get on with it.

All right.

Untwist your knickers, Clifford.

I've got people on the
outside relying on you,

so stop messing about
and get it done.

Or next time I'll take more
than just your wife's purse.

BRADFIELD:
Right, you four with me.

Where'd you go
for that warrant?

Timbuktu?

Wait here.

With me!

All right.
Hi.

LAWRENCE:
Make sure nobody goes into
the bedrooms before I do.

One of the lads saw
you and Bradfield

outside the section house
the other night.

I didn't think you were
a cat stuck up a tree.

Be careful, Jane.

Nothing happened.

Weren't studying,
were you?

Come on.

Excuse me.

I am so sorry.
Of course.

GEORGE:
DCI Bradfield?
What's this?

Change of shift?

I'm very sorry,
Mr. Collins,

but your guests
need to leave.

Wh-whatever's happened?

My officers need
to search your house.

GIBBS:
This is the warrant.

Now?

I already told you

that Julie Ann
didn't live here.

You also told us you hadn't
spoken to her since last year,

but we have discovered
that's not the case.

She telephoned this house
on May the 1st.

GIBBS:
The day she was seen
leaving the clinic.

Oh, well, what do I tell them?

That you need to be alone.

They'll understand.

George?

Excuse me,

could I have everyone's
attention, please?

Thanks for coming.

All yours, Paul.

I'm looking for anything
that can place Julie Ann Collins

here in the
last two weeks.

Morgan, could you sit
with Mrs. Collins, please?

Yeah.

Tennison, check the garage,
see what you can find.

Sorry about this.

GIBBS:
Just wait here
for me, please.

It will only take
a couple of minutes.

Why are they speaking
to George?

It's just a formality.

Oh, my God.

BRADFIELD:
Did you speak to Julie Ann
on May the 1st?

She telephoned and we spoke,
but not for long.

What did you talk about?

She-she wanted to borrow
some money, I refused.

That was it.
You didn't see her?

No.

So on that same day,
outside Homerton Hospital,

we have an eyewitness
who saw your daughter

getting into a red Jaguar.

You have a red Jaguar
parked in your garage, George.

On May the 1st
at 11:00 a.m.,

did you pick your daughter up
from Homerton Hospital?

I don't even know where that is.

And about two weeks later,
Sunday, May the 13th,

in the evening--
can you tell me where you were?

I've already told you.

Tell me again, George.

My wife and I went to a dinner

hosted by one of the managers
at my factory.

We found red fibers
on Julie Ann's socks.

Are they going to match the
carpeting in your car, George?

Why do you keep using
my first name?

You think I'm guilty?

My own daughter?

You think I'm capable
of this?

After you picked Julie Ann up
from Homerton Hospital,

where did you drive her?

(breathing deeply)

Well?

LAWRENCE:
We can place her
near the car.

She left a nice,
clean thumb print

on the passenger door handle.

Unless the father talks,

it'd be hard for us to prove
that was put there

in the past two weeks.

Gov?

You need to see this!

We found nothing in the
master bedroom or the study.

The spare room's used
for storage.

Where's this going, Spence?

It's this room, sir.

GIBBS:
There's blood here and here.

The mattress had been
turned over.

These fibers seem
a good match.

I'll have to check
with the lab to be certain.

Sir.

BRADFIELD:
Christ.

They locked her in here.

This is a cell.

MARY:
George?

George!

What's going on?

MORGAN:
Ma'am, please.