All language subtitles for Above Suspicion 2009 S03E03 Deadly Intent (Part 3) 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

D'Anton won't even know
what he's dealing with.

We've a halfwit out there trying
to flood the streets with fentanyl.

What was Mr Rushton's part
in all of this?

Anything I need he arranges it.

David Rushton's body was discovered
in his office. Oh, my God!

Three dead. Frank Brandon,
Danny Petrozzo, and now -

David Rushton.
All linked by fentanyl.

Either dead by it or dealing it.
It'll be genocide on the streets.

Users dying like that! Does the name
Alexander Fitzpatrick mean anything?

In the '80s Miami and the coke trade
was owned by him.

Upper middle class English gentleman
taking on the Colombians.

Do you know this man?
Alexander Fitzpatrick.

Hold it there. Is that him?
Is that Fitzpatrick?

You were married to one of the
biggest drug dealers in the world.

One more time. Where is he?
I don't know.

(SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE)

I thought you might like
a cup of tea.

Mrs Brandon and I
have discussed the situation.

I want to tell you the truth.

I obviously had some idea

my ex-husband was involved
in something illegal,

but I truthfully only ever knew him
as Anthony Collingwood.

When was the last time you saw him?

About 12 months ago.

Here in England?
Yes.

But he was only here
for a short time

because he had a business deal
in Mexico or somewhere.

He needed cash released,
a lot of it.

Wait. OK. So...

this was a year ago.
You haven't seen him since? No.

He wanted to see our son William,
and then he left.

You need a new name, a new identity.
William, too.

I'll find some patsy,
get him to marry you,

keep you hidden, keep you safe.

I'm not going to marry
some patsy as you call it.

You'll do as you're told.
I want some peace.

And I need the finances
to make sure I get it.

How much is this deal worth?

By this time
I was sick to death of it all.

Sick to death of being told
what I could or couldn't do.

And then I got a call
from my sister. Helga?

Mm.

Please continue, Julia.

Ever since I had William
she was difficult.

She's unable to have children.

And she's jealous,

always envious of me.

I don't hear from her for years,

and then she was ringing me up,
giving me orders.

Wanted to know if I'd done
what I'd been told to do.

Julia!
(SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE)

I was so angry
I went to David for help.

It was his idea.

He arranged for all of the money
to be transferred

to the accounts held in my name,

so that my husband
couldn't get access to it.

David said...

that if Anthony would try
to get back into the UK

he would tip off the police.

Well, he did come back, didn't he?

It was David's own fault.

I warned him
to transfer the money back.

If he'd done that,
he'd still be alive.

None of this is my fault.

David Rushton murdered.
Frank Brandon murdered.

Not your fault. Frank was going
to be well paid.

And he was supposed to look after
me. I had to marry him.

I had to.

But I really hated him
coming near me,

the stench of his aftershave.

David arranged the life insurance.

He said
it was for Frank's protection.

By rights it's mine now, isn't it?
I'm his widow.

Take her out of here.

You can think what you like,

but I was only 15 when Anthony
Collingwood took over my life.

He's a very powerful
and controlling man.

You have no idea
who you're dealing with.

You're letting her go?

She has no idea what a powerful
and controlling man I am.

Put a tail on her,
and then get the local plods out

to pick up Helga Nolan.

You follow up on Julias D'Anton.

They let me go. Yes. I said
what you told me to more or less,

with a few tears thrown in.
They told me about David.

He was going to release the money.
There was no need -

Yes.

I'm going to collect him now.

This is William Collingwood's
mother.

We have a family emergency.

I'm afraid I will need
to take William out of school.

Yes.

Thank you.

Mrs D'Anton, we're very concerned
about your husband.

He said that he was coming
into the station.

Yes. I was telling the truth.

When I saw it in all the papers
I knew how serious it was.

I'm sorry. When you were here before
I should have told you,

but he begged me not to.

He was here? You're not going
to arrest me, are you?

Oh, Sadie! That was
a stupid thing to do.

I tried to get him to tell me
what was going on,

but he told me
he was gonna sort it all out.

What did he tell you?

Sadie, your husband's fingerprints

are all over a car
with a dead body in the boot.

Jules isn't a murderer.

He told me his van had broken down.
He was trying to get a lift home

when he came across this car,

and the keys were still
in the ignition.

Never one to miss an opportunity
our Jules.

What did he do with the boxes?

I don't know. He left them
in the car I think.

Finding that body
really freaked him out.

He was in a terrible state
when he came home.

He just dumped the car.
Where is he now?

I don't know. Honestly.

He said he was gonna give himself
up. If he contacts you again,

you have to tell us, OK?

We need to talk to him.
I will.

I'm sorry.

'This is Sierra Uniform 1-4.

Eyeball on suspect leaving premises
with suitcase. Over.'

Check PNC on black Range Rover.

Index: Charlie, Alpha, 5-1, Whisky,
X-Ray, X-Ray.'

Can you keep the noise down
for Christ's sake!

Sierra Uniform 1-4,
keep your distance.

Maintain eyeball contact
with both vehicles.

Target is building up speed.
Request Uniform assistance
for hard stop.

Hey, you!
(CAR HORN BLARES)

Hey, hey!
Pull over!

(CAR HORN BLARES)

'Accelerating. 75. 80.'

Suspect veering off the road.

'We've lost eyeball with target.'

.

.

What - no, don't.

Her head is practically severed.
Oh, my God!

I can't believe it.

Did she have the drugs on her?

No. I think she got caught
in the crossfire.

Passports.

Where the hell was she going?

I need access
to Julia Brandon's apartment.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Mr Nolan!

Mr Nolan!

(TEXT ALERT)

Hello, Mrs Nolan.

What are you doing here?

What exactly are you looking for?
Nothing.

I am not -

What do you want?

Could you just stop that, please?

My sister asked me to collect
some of her papers.

Your sister is dead, Mrs Nolan.

She was involved
in a fatal car accident.

Was she alone?

Yes.

I hope, Detective Travis, you have
search warrants this time.

We have warrants, Mr Nolan.

What are you all looking for?
Where's your wife?

I've no idea. Shopping.
Visiting friends.

Do you have a good relationship
with her?

Do I have a good relationship
with my wife?

Do you want explicit details,
not that it's your business?

But, yes, in actual fact

I have a very good
and very loving relationship,

a very understanding one.
I'm away for lengthy periods.

Leaving her alone to cook her jam.
Sarcasm doesn't become you.

Where were you
last Saturday evening?

Harrogate. I was giving a lecture.

Is there someone
that can confirm that?

Yes. My colleague Dr Angela Volodia.

We were together all night.

Oh. Oh, I see.

Look, I have an appointment.
I'd really like to go.

And you've got everything
you came for. Not exactly.

Can you wait?
How long?

I'll let you know when you can go.

Well, well. Damian Nolan has a nice
bit of pocket money coming in.

What's that?
Five grand every month.

I doubt that's from selling
his wife's jam.

I can verify all the deposits.

I do get fees for my lectures,

and an allowance from my mother
to pay for her needs.

I really do have an appointment.

I'm happy to leave you to continue
doing whatever's necessary.

All right, you can go. But we'll
need all these statements.

You can't leave the country.

I really do have
a book and lecture tour.

The big bins over there
have been set alight.

Clothes. Bed linen.

More clothes.

A very fetching anorak.

Looks like Fitzpatrick
made himself at home.

Pete. What I have for you,
DI Travis, deserves a dinner date.

And you pick up the tab. One:
the mud from the 4X4 wheel arches

and the sample from the farm
are a match. So far so good?

Considering that's where we found
D'Anton's van it's to be expected.

You drive a hard bargain. So two:

the DNA profile
for your Alexander Fitzpatrick

is a match for not only the blood
found on Petrozzo's car,

but three: it's also a match
for the third bullet
found at the drug squat.

So it was Fitzpatrick with Brandon?
Chinese or Indian?

Sir, we've got a match on the DNA.

I know. I've been
over with Tech Support.

Take a look at this. From Rushton's
office. They're not brilliant,

but that's Alexander Fitzpatrick.

He looks a bit young compared
to the photo at Julia's.

That's him all the same.
That's the best we can get.

Have you tried facial biometrics?
Facial what? Facial biometrics.

Capturing information about the
shape of the face, comparing -

Pete, less talk, more action.
Just do it, and send us the results.

Meanwhile I've sent this to
every port, airport, station, hotel.

I've released it to the press. We'll
have this bastard's face front page.

We're nearly there, Travis.
We're bloody close.

Sir, I did check his identification.
FBI working with the Fraud Squad.

Federal Agent Joseph Marshall.

You must be DCS Langton.

I was just explaining to your team

that it appears we've trampled
on the same turf.

Anna, isn't it?

Jack Travis's daughter?

Yes. That's right.

We've been investigating
a serious fraud against Rushton.

We had him earmarked
for a covert operation.

Joan, would you organise some coffee
in my office, please?

I was just leaving.
Joan was taking me to Reception.

Actually, we're investigating
David Rushton's murder.

Joan, coffee. Please, after you.

David Rushton
was a real piece of work.

He was moving his clients' money
round like a game of Monopoly.

What he does is wire the cash
into an offshore account,

somewhere with no tax
on business or investment income

and strict secrecy laws. The Cayman
Islands, Luxembourg, et cetera.

Then a US-front company
take out a loan.

Say from your Cayman Island bank.

If the FBI ask
where the millions came from

the fraudster says truthfully
that it's a bank loan.

Even has the legal documents
to prove it. It's not taxable.

Are you with me? It's a loan
when you pay back interest. Yes.

That's where you pay it to yourself
and deduct it as a business expense.

Exactly. He had a typical
money-laundering scenario,

consolidating funds
via wire transactions

say to Tampa, Florida. Then
he'd wire the money to a London bank

convert the two certificates
of deposit,

use them as collateral
for a Cayman Islands bank,

then transfer the loan proceeds
to the front company in Tampa.

Result: a bloody confusing trail.

God! I'll say.

And...that's why
you were at Rushton's office.

Yes. I went undercover to ask him if
he could handle a considerable sum.

Three million. I made it clear
the money wasn't clean.

I concocted a story
about a rock concert ticket scam.

He was not a walkover.
He asked a lot of questions.

Why did you turn the camera?
I was acting a part.

I said I didn't want the meeting
recorded, so I moved it.

So you must have been
the last person to see him alive.

That's a risk he took
with the game he was playing.

He dealt with
some very ruthless people.

That's why I'm here.

You see, with fraud investigation
evidence takes months to collect.

If this goes public, all that work
will be for nothing.

Rushton wasn't the only name
involved in this.

My investigation goes deep. You have
no idea what you're dealing with.

Now I must go and sort this out
with my team.

I know you're accessing
his computer and his files.

I'll expect you to hand them over
to Fraud Squad.

When you've finished with them
of course.

Thank you for your help.

I wasn't sure it was the same guy
in the photo at Julia's house.

The guy in the photo looked older.

Sh.

Did you get a look at his shoes?

No.

Didn't notice anything about them?
Something not quite right.

No.

They were handmade shoes, Travis.

This Marshall, who brought him
into the Incident Room? I did.

They called him up from Reception.
He showed me his ID.

He asked who was in charge
of the Rushton investigation.

See what the Fraud Squad know about
him. What else did he ask about?

When I said you weren't here

he asked when we'd be finished
with the Rushton documents.

What was he doing?
Was he standing by your desk?

He stood by my desk,
then he went over to the board.

What was he looking at?
I don't know.

The details about Rushton I think.
I thought it was OK.

And then what?
And then you came in.

Sir, the Fraud Squad
have never heard of

a Federal Agent Joseph Marshall.

Then who the fuck was that?

Hello.

After scanning the two
facial images, the FBI mugshot

and the image from the CCTV camera

there's evidence of extensive facial
surgery on the second image. Chin.

Nose. Cheek implant.

Meaning what? Meaning you can never
alter the size of the skull.

So I can conclude they are in fact
one and the same person.

One man, two faces.

And three dead bodies.

(DOOR OPENS)

I don't want any of this
leaving this room.

That understood?

What was he after?

Julias D'Anton. That's why
Fitzpatrick risked coming here,

to get D'Anton's address.

D'Anton's got the bloody fentanyl!

Out of the way, son.
She's not here.

She went with the police officer.
What police officer?

Was it him?
I think so. A tall guy.

Container number 14, yeah?

Have we got this wrong?

Looks like it's just full
of bloody junk!

Sadie! Are you in here, Sadie?

Oi!

No, you bloody don't!

Where are they?

Take it easy.
The fentanyl!

Speak up or I'll split your
bloody skull open. Come on! James.

You little shit! I've had enough
of this. James, look!

You're too late.

Look. You might want
to see your wife.

Sadie!

Huh?
Sadie!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, Sadie.

.

.

Look, I just want to get this
over and done with, all right?

My van had broken down.

I was not quite sure where I was.

Then I saw this 4X4.
The door was open.

Keys in the ignition.

I wish to God I hadn't.

I drove it back to London.

You want us to arrange a solicitor?

No, no, no. I want to explain,

because on the back seat on
the floor there were these boxes.

I thought
they were cartons of cigarettes.

And I drove them
to my storage place,

left them there.
Then I opened the boot.

I thought there might be more.
And there was this dead man.

I swear to God I was gonna come in.

But then I started drinking.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

So you should be. Your wife.

Is she going to be all right?

I need to see her.

Sorry, sir.
What is it?

She's not doing so well.
The chemo's really taking its toll.

She's like losing all her hair.
The kids are going...

I'm sorry, Mike.

Look, go home. Be with her.

That's your priority.

Take as long as you need.

I'm sorry.
No.

Will you go home?

Thank you. Yeah.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Right. Well, I'm off
out of here now.

Yeah.

Have you any idea...

..what this is gonna do
to my career?

If it ever gets out that we had
the bastard here in my office,

I'll be a laughing stock.

Well...

the photo of him's out.

Everyone's on high alert.

And he got the fentanyl back.

We'll find him.

It won't bode well for you either.
Or Mike.

Yeah, well...

Mike hasn't exactly been
a strong presence lately.

He's not done a full day's work
since this started.

He needed time off.
He's been missing things. I'm sorry.

Don't, Travis, his wife is sick.

I knew she was ill, but I thought
she was in remission.

She was. She's back on the chemo.

And it's not looking good.

Oh. I didn't know.

I want to show you something.

This...is my first wife...Ellen.

She kissed me goodbye
at eight o'clock one morning.

She went into work at the lab.

I came into the station.

About 9:30 I got a call
to say she was dead.

Brain tumour.

No headaches. No warning.

And at 10:30...

I watched them lift the sheet
from her face.

I'm so sorry.

Maybe YOU should go home.

Have a drink with me.

Did it ever occur to you...

..why we never worked together
since the Red Dahlia case.

It's not...because
I haven't thought of you.

Because I have.

Good night, sir.

She's not going to say anything
until her solicitor is here.

How did she react? I need time
to confer with Mrs Nolan first.

Of course, as she's the one
who's been hiding Fitzpatrick.

He's already killed
three people that we know about,

and if he gets his way there'll be
thousands more dropping dead.

I'll speak with her.

What about the husband Damian?

Apparently he still gets
an allowance from his mother,

payments for lectures, but no
big deposits in his accounts.

How did you get on with Julias
D'Anton? Still in the cells.

Coming down from whatever he was on.

Did he tell you
how much fentanyl he'd stashed?

He claims over a dozen boxes, worth
what each? Three, four million?

All right?

One of those for me?

Er...no. Langton.

We're about to start
Helga Nolan's interrogation.

And you're taking it with him.

Well, maybe he didn't know
you were here.

Look,

I don't want you to feel like
I'm undermining you.

It doesn't matter.
Yeah, it does.

Look, you and I got off
on the wrong foot,

and I know you have a personal
problem you're dealing with.

It's not easy,
but I'm dealing with it.

I am dealing with it.

Right. Well...if there's anything
you need, anything I can do -

Nobody can. You'd better go.
He hates his coffee cold.

I admit I did take in Alexander,

but I want you to know
my husband wasn't aware of it.

He was away on his book tour.
He didn't know

you were harbouring one of
the world's most wanted criminals?

If that's how you want
to describe him.

How would you describe
your husband Damian?

My husband?
He was always second best.

So previous to this when was
the last time you actually saw

or had been in contact
with Fitzpatrick?

About a year ago. He knew David
Rushton was stealing from him.

Julia, too, probably.

Don't forget he was under pressure
himself. His own life was in danger.

From who? When you are
as powerful as Alexander

you attract powerful enemies.

He had apparently upset
some of his partners in Colombia.

They felt they were owed money.
(BOTH SPEAK OWN LANGUAGE)

And they thought
your sister Julia had it?

Possibly.

Maybe they thought
by threatening Julia

they could get to Alexander.

He had surgery.

I hardly recognised him.

I took him in
because his wound turned septic.

He had a high fever.
He needed my help,

and I was proud to give it to him.

To begin with
I hid him in the hen house.

We know where he was hiding.
We want to know where he is now.

You will never catch him, you know.

He's been ten steps ahead of you
the whole time.

What is a job to you
is a game to him.

So you went to all these lengths
to protect this man?

And what? He just buggers off?

Why did you do it?

What did he promise you?

A cut of the drugs
he was trying to offload?

I never took anything
from Alexander, but Julia did.

Scrounging for every penny. Your
sister was virtually decapitated.

He had nothing to do with that.

Where was Julia driving to?

She was gonna meet him, wasn't she?

No. She was planning
on being with him again.

That is not true. She told us
how jealous you were of them,

how she had his son,
how you were unable to have kids.

She failed to mention I was with him
long before she met him.

I brought her to Cannes.
I invited her to stay on the boat.

So this baby sister turns up,
just a teenager.

How much older are you?

Julia, beautiful.

Young, innocent. What did she do?

Tempt away her big sister's lover?
Fitzpatrick dumped you for her.

That is not true.

I was never dumped
as you crudely put it.

I had miscarried his child
for the second time.

He paid for Julia to come out
and look after me.

When she saw all the luxury
on offer...

..she wanted my life.

I gave him up.

But it broke my heart.

Start telling us the truth.
Why protect him?

He's trying to flood this country
with drugs,

killing anyone
who stands in his way.

Julia's taken everything from you.
He's got everything.

He's got the drugs, the money.
He didn't want you.

He wanted the mother of his child.
It's not true.

He's used you. What a fool you are.

A foolish, desperate woman.

Here, look.

His son.

That's what you were looking for
in Julia's flat, isn't it?

Because he'd promised you
the same deal, hadn't he?

Run off into the sunset together.
He lied to you!

Every which way
Fitzpatrick lied to you.

And you'll have a very long time
to think about how you've been used.

(SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE)
Are you charging my client?

Too damned right I am.

Withholding evidence
and harbouring a wanted a criminal.

She might receive
a more lenient sentence...

..if she's prepared to disclose
his whereabouts.

I was to meet him at St Pancras
Station in half an hour.

But if it's true what you just
said, he won't be there.

.

.

Can you play the tape, love?
Which screen? That one.

What do you think?
Could be.

'Guv.'
Go ahead.

'Suspect is on the move. Awaiting
instructions. Over.' Hang on.

Not exactly trying to hide, is he?

We can't let him get on that train.
Wait for my signal.

Suspect could be armed.
He's extremely dangerous,

but steady, there's a station
full of people here.

Get down there.

Armed police. Stay where you are.

On the floor now.

You?!

What the hell is this?

What are you doing here?
Stand down. Stand down.

What do you think?
I'm on the way to Bruges.

Book tour, remember?
Very bloody convenient!

Your wife is currently under arrest
at the station.

You're gonna be joining her.
My wife?

Why on earth are you holding her?
What's she supposed to have done?

This is an outrage! Is it? Why are
you still protecting a woman

who thinks you're second best?
Yes. Well, sadly I always was.

I gave up trying to compete
with my big brother.

You haven't been doing
your homework, have you?

I was born Damian Fitzpatrick.

Because of the notoriety
surrounding Alexander

my mother thought
it would be beneficial
to use her maiden name Nolan.

Cuff him.

What are you charging with me with?

Loitering?

Helga bloody lied for Fitzpatrick
right up to the end.

How do you get love like that?

We had him, sir, and we've lost him.
He's got his money, his drugs.

He didn't give a shit about any
of them, Julia, Helga, his brother.

He got everything he came for.

Except his son.

Can you describe him?

OK, thank you very much indeed.

I really appreciate your help.

Sir, William Collingwood
was collected from school

15 minutes ago in a taxi
by his father.

'Shit!

Find out where he was going.'
Joan, get the taxi firm.

I'll call you back.

'Air Traffic Control
say he's on Runway 3.'

There he is.

Get on the runway. I'm not.
Fucking ram him!

Ram him!

Ram the fucking thing.
There's a fucking child on board.

What are you doing?

Jesus Christ!

What in Christ's name
do you think you're doing?

Stopping you from killing yourself.

Have you lost your mind?

That's my career up the spout.
What do I bloody care?

I care.

I care.

(AEROPLANE ENGINE ROARS)
I love you.

Sorry. I shouldn't have shouted
like that.

I lost it.

You were right. You did right.

The plane, I saw it...

..in a photograph at the farm.

Godot.

What are you talking about?
It was in a photo frame I dropped.

I broke the glass.

Intruders aren't
what they used to be.

Godot. What do you think that means?
Someone he was waiting for?

Oh. Dear God!

This is my fault.

Was it written up on the board?

I mean did you actually ever
tell anyone about it?

Listen. I'm gonna be up
for commander.

So I'm saving my reputation.

I've worked too long and too hard
to get where I am.

To get that promotion I have to be
above suspicion, so forget about it.

You bury it.

Just like we bury the fact
Fitzpatrick made fools of us all

down at the station.
Do you understand?

Well, at least he took
the drugs with him.

They're not on our streets now.

Someone else's problem now, right?

Now you're thinking straight.

We got here...

She says, "I'm not ramming that."
Says there's a child on board.

'She has no idea what a powerful
and controlling man I am.'

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