All language subtitles for Prime Suspect 1991 S05E02 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

the experience of going to your
telephone answering centre

because we did children in need or
part of children in need from

there and Julia Shatt was supposed
to do it and I end up doing

but anyway and there seems to be hundreds
of terminals but how many are there?

We tend to staff up to about 250

Oh, God.

Oh, God!

Janice, Janice, we need
you to identify him.

Is this your brother?

That's Ken.

Thank you.

All right.

Get away from me!

I just wanted to say...

What did you want to say?

That you're sorry?

That my son's lying here bastard dead because
you didn't like what he told you?

Because you just sent him away
to get himself murdered?

You useless bitch!

Listen, Janice, if you have
any idea why Campbell

should have tried to kill
Nasir, I want you to...

He didn't.

Janice, why did you say that?

Has Michael said anything?

Michael did not do that.

No, no, I didn't say that he did.

Janice, come away from her!

Janice, why did you say that Campbell
didn't intend to...

Not now. I don't know. Janice,
why did you say that?

-I need to...
-Not now.

You're not getting me bloody
daughter killed at all!

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I'm sorry, man.

For the norm of this year, I'm out.

Take it.

Cheers.

It's yours.

Hey, Cecil!

Yeah, all right, Ma.

So is Tony.

Tony's not doing as much
work as he used to.

No?

He's got a sore throat.

That's the bad news.

Good news is, you can
deal direct with me.

Is that a problem for you, Cecil?

No problem.

Good.

Cos I find problems very boring.

We'll do business, yeah?

Right.

Let's talk about Campbell's death.

The body was found in a public lavatory
inside of a locked cubicle.

However, this was not
where he was killed.

The amount of blood he'd lost, the place
would have been awash with it.

So he was probably executed one to
two hours earlier somewhere else.

Prelim forensics can't be any
more specific than that.

So let's assume it was
one hour earlier.

This red line represents approximately
an hour's drive from

the centre of Manchester, which
is where the body was dumped.

So somewhere inside this
circle, there is

a place that is swimming
in the boy's blood.

What?

What if forensics say it's two hours?

Well, we better pray they
don't, because if they

do, it could be Birmingham,
it could be Carlisle,

it could be Leeds, or it could
be around the corner.

Anyway, we have a uniform
looking under

every bush, every shed, every
derelict property.

So sooner or later, we're
going to find the

place where someone else is
going to find it for us.

Trouble is, I want to find it now.

Because the longer it takes
for us to find this

place, the easier it is for the
killer to distance himself.

And I do not wish to make it
easy for that bastard.

What about suspects?

Uh, well, we have two suspects.

There's Michael Johns, the man that

Campbell wounded in his
attempt to kill Nasir.

and the man who has a professional interest
in avenging Nazir's death.

Mr. Norton.

However, we have absolutely
no evidence, so

that is why I'm going on
crime night tonight.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and you've got a moment.

I just wanted to say, uh,
I know, all right, that

you're perfectly capable of doing
this thing by yourself.

But if for any reason you felt
that maybe you should do it.

Maybe you should do it?

I'm just saying.

Oh, I know what you're saying.

You're saying maybe you should do it

because you think that I'm
emotionally compromised.

Look, this is strictly a professional
consideration.

Is it?

How many TV appearances have you made?

Don't be silly.

I'm not being silly.

How many?

I've done seven.

Yeah, well, I've made nine, so I win.

Anything more to discuss?

Are you, Jane, emotionally
compromised?

I am upset, yes.

What do you want me to say?

You weren't to blame.

I am aware of that.

Yeah, I wonder if you are.

Well, I will bear that in mind.

Listen, Martin, I want to go
on television tonight.

People are scared shitless.

Ordinary people.

I want to try and persuade people that
it is all right to name names.

That we will stand by them.

Well, I'm sure the people of this
city will be heartened.

Michael, did you do it?

What?

Didn't you shoot Cam?

How can you ask me that?

I mean...

Rah!

How can you?

How do you think that
makes me feel, eh?

What, you think I took a gun and
shot your little brother?

So what are you chatting this
shit in my head for?

Say it!

Just say you didn't do it.

Yo, just chill, cos you're
really doing my head in.

Please, Michael.

I don't need this, Janice!

Just say it to me!

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He liked the usual things-year-old
boys like, discos and so forth.

But he wasn't the sort of boy,
he wasn't a hellraiser.

So a likable lad?

Yes, he was.

He was immensely likable.

He was the sort of boy who didn't say very
much, but he thought a great deal.

He looked after his mother and his sister
in pretty difficult circumstances.

I felt he had something
to offer the world.

He could have been a creditor.

Him or her?

Her, you know.

He was a good student at school.

We are talking about somebody who killed
someone with a machine gun, right?

-Thank you.
-Quiet sort of boy.

Yes, is this strictly true?

I mean, we are talking here about a young
man who actually shot somebody.

Campbell committed a very
serious offense.

Don't get me wrong.

I'm not here to wring
my hands about the

terrible hardship he suffered
in his life.

That's no excuse.

I mean, there are a whole
lot of kids who have it

just as hard as he did and don't
go out and shoot someone.

But there are a whole other
lot of kids who get

sucked into this violent
world of street crime.

And suddenly, they're not allowed
to be kids anymore.

They're expected to behave as violently as
the adults who are controlling them.

So what you're saying is give the
children back their childhood?

No, I'm saying give them justice.

Give them law and order.

Campbell committed a serious crime.

He deserved to be tried for that.

But he did not deserve to be kidnapped
and hideously murdered.

So how can viewers help the
police in this case?

Well, anyone who knows anything
at all that might help us

catch Campbell's killers should just
pick up the phone and call.

I just want to assure people that they
have nothing to fear about this.

Anything you say to us is in the
strictest of confidence.

Please, have the courage to call,
no matter who you are.

If you don't call, people will
continue to live in fear.

Good evening.

I'd like to leave a message for Superintendent
Tennyson, please.

Yeah, just to say, Beige
just isn't you.

You can't get through because
the lines are busy.

She'll know who I am.
Please keep trying.

And that's all from Crime
Night tonight.

Right.

Crime night, what have we got?

Well, we've had 41 calls
since broadcast.

18 of these are grannies who
spooked themselves watching

the program, 13 are regular fruitcakes
who call in every

week to confess to whatever's
on offer, and seven of

those called more than once, which
leaves us with just three.

We have one bring back hanging,
one a heard gunfire.

Now, we've got her statement,
but we're checking it.

And a daft one.

Message for the superintendent.

Beige just isn't you.

That was from a mobile, so we
can't trace the caller.

-We don't need to.
-I know who that was.

People are scared, aren't they?

And I thought this was a free country.

OK, well, if he's going
to play footsie

with me, he can do it right
here under my table.

-Henry?
-Boss.
-Pull him.

Pull the street.

Listen, Clare, if you have something
to say, it's all right.

You can say it straight to my face.

We need more evidence before
we bring him in.

We don't have any evidence.

The guy's not stupid.

We talk to him now, he'll get more
from us than we will from him.

Well, we'll see about that, won't we?

The minute he walked into
Michael's flat, you

thought, you cheeky bastard,
I'm going to have you.

No, that's not true.

I think your reason's
for pulling him a

person, and I think it'll
backfire on us.

Listen, Claire, I only
know one way to work.

That's through instinct.

Instinct and slog.

Now, if you don't work that
way, that's fine.

You're very welcome to transfer
off this case.

No hard feelings.

I don't want you to.

You're a good cop, and we
need good cops on this.

Just think about it, all right?

And while we're about it, let's
pull Michael as well.

Henry, in my office.

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-Blood.
-All over the gym.

Stop.

Well, erm, take a stroll round
the block with this.

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That wouldn't be wise.

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Lovely morning.

Morning, Henry.

Up with the lark?

Taking your cart to pieces, Clark.

You just pray it's clean.

You know what?

I think it's about time I had
another word with Jane.

How are you, Michael?

Don't answer that.

Your brief's a bit worried about
parking his rolls, so...

Give my special love to Janice.

You see her before I do.

Just popped in to wish you luck.

Oh, thanks.

And to ask what your approach
is going to be.

My approach?

Yeah, Norton's gearing up with
his Grandin hour brief.

I just wanted to check
you're up to speed.

Has Devanna been talking to you?

No, should she have been?

There is a basic difference
of opinion.

You see, the street seems to
think he's the messiah,

and some people around here seem
to share that opinion.

However, I'm absolutely sure that he's not
telling us everything that he knows.

And I just have this
hunch that if I can

crack the street, I can nail
Campbell's killer.

Maybe I can nail the street
for something as well.

-I don't know.
-That would be a bonus.

You like to win, don't you?

There's no point in coming second.

Right.

Thanks for the good luck.

I need it.

Clive. Norman. I trust your hand is resting
on my client's arm for a purpose.

It's all right, he's just
being affectionate.

Which interview room
were you in, Henry?

Three.

Oh, your favourite.

Henry!

You're doing Michael okay.

So and so?

-Me.
-But I'm just...

Just do it.

Get what you can.

Tennyson needs a hand
holding, alright?

The queen of mean or what?

Glad you took my tip about
the beige, Jane.

It sort of flattens you,
makes you look older.

Where were you between
the hours of 7 and 10

on the evening of Wednesday
11th of this month?

For the tape, Mr. Norton declines
to answer the question.

Was the victim, Campbell Lafferty,
known to you personally?

For the tape, Mr. Norton declines
to answer the question.

My client has already furnished
this information.

Do you possess any unlicensed
firearms?

For the tape, Mr Norton declines
to answer the question.

For the tape, the street declines
to answer any of

these poxy questions cos they're
so bloody boring.

Yeah, fine.

Let's just have a chat,
then, shall we?

A chat?

Oh, well, I try anything once.

Except margarine.

It's unnatural.

My mum warned me against it.

Well, tell me about your mum.

She's still alive?

Well, she might have been
pretending when I

spoke to her last night,
but, yeah, I think so.

What sort of a relationship
do you have with her?

I'm her son.

All this is much better.

Superintendent, this Parler
psychology is

childish and it's demeaning
to my client.

It is also very expensive of his time.

Well, I'm just trying to get to
know you a little better,

Clive, because, you know, you've
got your record here and, um...

Well, there's just not very
much to go on, is there?

Oh, I see.

You're accusing me of not having a big
enough criminal record, is that it?

Well, there was something rather
nasty in a chip shop a few

years ago, but, oh, you tap-danced
away from that one, didn't you?

You didn't let that cramp your style.

We're leaving.

Who killed Campbell?

Was it you?

-It's all right.
-It's fine.

We're just, you know, chatting here.

Sit down, Norman.

This is getting interesting.

It wasn't me, no.

Do you know who did?

Clive.

You just sit quietly, watch
your meter ticking over.

Come on, Clive.

Come on, you said you'd work with me.

Keep me posted, remember?

Who killed Campbell?

Clive, look at me, I'm
devil, I'm thick as

pig shit, so come on, you
do my thinking for me.

Top of the pops for me, Jane,
who's our third man.

Michael Johns.

Well, if I walked into my house
and some kid shot a gun at

me, I think I'd want to discuss
it with him afterwards, yeah?

Oh, very good.

You see, Norman, this is what the
police call an Alan wicker.

They say absolutely nothing, see.

The idea is to intimidate me into
saying something I shouldn't.

Well, frankly, Jane, I think
I've said enough.

But you're trying so hard, it'd be
rude not to think of something.

I know.

When I was a kid, right, my dad used
to take me fishing on this big...

pond.

And all the time he'd ask me questions

like, you know, what's the
capital of Poland?

And every time I got one wrong,

it'd make me eat a mouthful
of frog spawn.

For the tape, Superintendent Terneson
is leaving the room.

New bowls, please.

Bye.

What's going on?

He's playing games.

Well, if we let him play and
we let him think he's

winning, then he's gonna make mistakes
and then we'll have him.

And when will that be?

Go back in there and tell him we're
going to keep him for 24 hours.

Tell him I'll be back, but
you don't know when.

And if he wants a cup of coffee,
then the machine's broken.

Jesus, wet.

And when you've done that, do
the same thing for Michael.

Paul, if anything comes in,
anything at all, forensic,

you just find me and you let me
know because I need a lever.

Where will you be?

With him.

So, Contendent, can I
just say one thing?

I wanted that law life
put away for a very

long time, but I've never been
able to make a case.

Now, if he's involved in this and
he just teflons away because we

haven't done our job right, because we
haven't got the frigging evidence,

it'll be on your conscience.

Thank you, Claire.

On the Dane question, did
you speak to, or hear

from, or in any way communicate
with the victim?

The victim, in case we've forgotten,
is Campbell Lafferter.

OK, Michael, let me be frank with you.

I'm bored.

I'm bored of being stuck here in this
room with you not talking to me.

Your brief's gone into a coma.

This is a very dull experience
for us all, and it'd be

a real thrill if you answered
just one of my questions.

My client has no obligation
to answer any question.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, for God's sake.

Michael, wake up.

Who needs to be told that you're here?

It's not a trick question,
it's a service.

If my boss decides to keep you here,

I'll have to inform a member
of your family.

Family is generally taken to mean

dad, mum, auntie, granny.

Is there anybody you want me to call?

And she's right, of course.

Our Clive thinks he's invincible, and
I'm not showing him otherwise.

Oh, God, I hate white bread.

Sorry.

-Yes, I'm listening.
-I'm listening.

OK, check the record number
in the street's file.

Documentation goes back to 77.

He was 10 when he started thieving.

He's been a habitual criminal
for 19 years.

You might reasonably expect his
file to be one fat bastard.

What's that, then?

I mean, either the mice have been
at it, or it's been pruned.

I'm getting caught with
criminal records.

Use my name if you have to.

Just tell them we need the files
absolutely immediately.

I have done. They're on their way.

I'd like to take a rummage in Intelligence
and see what they've got.

Shit.

I know.

Who is it, Gerry?

Who is playing on the wrong team?

Well, I've investigated me,
and I think I'm clean.

I made some phone calls about you.

When I went to meet Tony,
who knew about that?

Who knew the exact time
and place of the meet?

Rachel?

Henry?

Old Grousey?

Any of that lot?

Did you tell anybody?

Well, I tried to phone Ballinger,
but I couldn't get through.

Geri, is there anything I should
know about any of our team?

I mean, off the record,
something personal.

Is there anything relevant?

Oh, he's not your friend
Claire, is he?

Look, Gerry, this is very important.

It's getting dangerous out there.

Someone could get hurt.

You have got to tell me.

What?

Tell you what, Chloe's a
good friend of mine.

She's a good cop.

It's a bit of family shit.

She's had a lot to deal with.

Well, yeah, like what?

Family stuff, you know.

No, no, I don't know what.

My father's a serious criminal.

I mean everybody knows he's
like Premier League

and puts the street somewhere on the
lower half of the 4th Division.

He's been in and out of jail half his

life, the other half he's
been keeping us busy.

He was never there for her, and
even when he was, he wasn't.

You know?

Where is he now, in or out?

He's out.

He's not out of circulation,
but he's out.

She's straight, boss.

I know she's straight.

Did she know, Jerry?

Did she know about the meat?

I told her there was a meet.

I didn't say where, I didn't say when.

Come.

Have you got a moment, boss?

Yeah.

Take a seat.

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mess. Oh, there's a stench in there.

It's got to be.

Oh, God.

Hey, look upstairs.

What's that?

Watch where you're standing.

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Echo six four to control, over.

Brilliant.

Where is she?

Where's Tennyson?

Taking the air with lover boy.

Yeah, I couldn't do it.

Couldn't, could you?

Woman like Tennyson.

Fast as you could throw her
under me, Mr. Graves.

Go for a rip in a fur coat, you would.

But, they've found it!

They've found the murder scene!

Oh, uh, Claire, you stay here.

If there's any post mortem, ring
it through, would you?

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Mr. Bulletin.

It's better than it looks.

How do you reckon that?

Well, somebody's tried to wash the place
down in a pretty half-cocked way.

Or given up halfway through.

Yeah, all that.

It's also possible, but don't hold
me to this, that the victim

was running about from place to place
painting the walls himself.

Couldn't get out, see?

Bang just there.

Bang over there.

Bang is in the corner.

Six goes in all.

This must be nice for you lot, eh?

Wonderful stuff.

Blood, bullets, the works.

Above all, something very tasty
in the drains over here.

Look.

Bits of clothes, hair, congealed blood and
matter, a bit of tooth or something.

Wonderful stuff.

So when can we have what you got?

Uh, tomorrow afternoon?

Tomorrow morning.

Sold.

Okay, let's get out of here.

Blue City or what?

Can you imagine what happened
in there, Gerry?

Not very easily, no.

That kid flailing around,
trying to escape?

Yeah.

Divani boss post-mortem's ready.

You know, if I don't get the bastard
who did this, I shall give up.

Bet he always said that.

Oh, oh, yes.

Big nothing oven.

Why, that's a favor I'll never forget.

If you hadn't showed up, they
could have answered your...

I'm mighty glad to see you again.

Again?

Have we met before?

Salt and vinegar.

No choice, man.

If I was this street, I'd kill your

scrawny arse for getting
me salt and vinegar.

Yeah, you probably would.

It's getting to that time,
boy, I can tell you.

For what?

For me to be thinking about moving on.

This shit's getting out of hand.

It ain't tidy no more.

You know what I mean?

Oh, we're leaving now.

Hang on.

Uh, no, it's OK, Claire.

Rankin and I can deal with this.

Why don't you take an early night?

Right.

Principal features of interest.

Bullet wounds.

Six in all.

Fired from a handgun at intervals.

In the chest twice.

Once in the right temple.

And it's the exit wound here
which removed the tissue.

And indeed a good deal of the brain.

One in his hand, one in his
leg, and one in the back.

The story this body tells is
particularly unpleasant.

I knew it would be the moment
I undressed him.

What do you mean?

His t-shirt.

The bullet holes were lower down
than the entry wounds.

In surrender, possibly, more
likely begging for mercy.

Why do you say that?

The bruising.

He fell several times.

Look at his knees.

The nails on both hands are broken and
what's underneath them is grouting.

Probably from the walls of the pool.

He just couldn't get out.

So he fell to his knees and
pleaded for his life.

And they kept on shooting at him.

Be nice if you catch this
one, I have to say.

What I know you don't I we're at
school together Give it a rest.

Will you didn't I save your life once
we weren't at school together.

Oh Must have been somebody else

I know what it was.

You had this girlfriend.

She got her face all smashed up.

What was her name?

Shut it, Norton.

Janice.

Yeah, that was it.

Terrible business.

I said shut it.

You must have been heartbroken.

Yeah, it was hard for her.

They mashed her face up to a pole.

She looked like a pizza.

Unrecognisable.

Yeah.

They burnt her hair and
stuff like that.

Burnt her eyelashes.

Terrible.

God, I hate mortuaries.

Oh, I thought you'd gone home.

Janice Lafferty called.

She wants to meet you at the place
she works, the Wham Bar.

Ah, great.

Can I have the address?

Can I drive you there?

No, that's all right.

Just give me the address.

You wear my colours, Gerry, you're
gonna lose your friends.

There's some things to do, yeah?

Yeah, sure.

Fine, go ahead.

Claire.

What's going on, Gerry?

You tell me.

Well, what, are you after some
kind of fast-track promotion?

Because I don't think
that's her style.

You think that's mine?

Doing my job, Claire, that's
what I get paid for.

OK, I'm caught up in this one.

I'm sorry.

She's setting the pace, yeah?

I can't hack it forever.

Normal sloppy service will be
resumed as soon as possible.

I'm sorry.

Do you want to buy me a drink?

I can't.

I've got shit to do.

Okay.

What I said.

I don't know why I said that, right?

Said what?

That about Michael.

It was stupid.

I don't know why I said it.

I must have been...

I don't know.

Are you saying that Michael
did not kill your brother?

No.

Cammy told me you were scared.

I said, Wolf.

He said I don't know I Told
him to go up there

and there I was too scared
to even look at him

My little-in-law's short.

Couldn't hardly breathe.

It's alright.

It's alright.

You're allowed to be upset.

It's a terrible thing.

You know, I'm really upset too.

I just want to find whoever did it.

Well, it weren't Michael.

So you're going to let him
go, then, or what?

-Well...
-Yeah, I'll see what we can do.

You don't even know him.

No, I don't.

He was such a sweet guy.

Was?

-Was?
-What do you mean by that, Janice?

Janice!

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Oh, darlin'.

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I once stopped at a hotel in
Shannon, and this is true,

where the handyman, he fitted the
peepholes the wrong way round.

You couldn't see out,
but he could see in.

He used to creep around at night
watching people get undressed.

What are those for?

Well, we in the police call this
anticipatory retaliation.

I haven't actually been attacked,
but I know it's going to happen.

I thought I'd get my
reprisal in first.

Come in and be attacked, then.

This is business, sort of.

Why don't you do this
when you're booked?

Just take me to the phone, sweet pea.

-Go!
-Get some cake!

-Nice one!
-Go!

So, what do you want?

I'll have anything.

Whiskey?

Yeah, whiskey would be fine.

And why am I going to attack you?

Devaney says you've been
shutting her out.

Yes, that's correct.

And why's that?

Well, um...

I think she's, uh, taken a
perspective on this case

that makes it very difficult for
her to work with the team.

That's more or less what
she says about you.

Martin, can I talk to
you off the record?

Yeah, of course you can.

I mean, very, very off the record.

I'm pretty certain we've got
a leak at the station.

All of our information is
getting to the bad guys.

They're one step ahead
of us all the time.

And you think it might be Devani?

Well, it's possible.

Look, Martin, she was the only
person who knew about

my meet with Tony Rice, the only
one apart from Rankin.

The street found out somehow or other.

Do you know about her background?

-Yes.
-Yes, I do.

Yeah? Well, it makes absolutely
no difference to her work.

She plays everything by the book.

She's dead straight.

-I mean, I should know.
-I promoted her.

I didn't know that.

Yes, I did.

I know she's very young to be a D.I.

And there was a lot of opposition,
but she's never let me down.

Have you got any proof?

No, no, nothing...

nothing specific.

I've got a hunch.

Yeah, well, what can I say?

I just... I just hope you're
wrong, that's all.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Martin.

I didn't realise she was your protégé.

Yeah, well, it just shows you, doesn't
it, we all make errors of judgement.

Yes, we do, don't we?

I'm gonna make one right now.

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Oh, that's very civilized.

I'm not used to being spoiled.

Yeah, I didn't mean to wake you.

Are you leaving already?

Yeah, I'm sorry to creep off like this,
but I've got to face the bloody press.

Bastards, all of them.

Is that how you feel about your work?

That's the way it is, Jane,
in this job anyway.

Oh, is it tough at the top, sir?

Look, if you were me, you'd
be doing exactly the same.

No, no, I wouldn't.

I wouldn't be trying to put both my
feet into one leg of my trousers.

That's what I'm talking about.

Post.

It's a criminal records office.

Tell me what's going on, Gerry.

You're early.

Where's Rankin?

He's reading the documents
you requested.

We've got forensic back on the pool.

Oh, good.

-Excellent.
-That was quick.

What do they say?

That's Campbell's blood
down there, all right.

But there's nothing to link Michael or
the street to the scene of the crime.

Oh!

Nothing, meaning there's no evidence
the CPS will accept as submissible.

Oh, God. I mean, this has
got to be a wind-up.

I mean, you saw that place.

No, I didn't.

Fingerprints require 16
points of comparison.

So far, they've only got seven.

And what about that drain?

I mean, that was clogged.

Yeah, yeah. And this is
the interesting bit.

The drain filter contains fragments of

human bone, splinters of
two xaphoid processes.

So what's that when it's in English?

This is the xaphoid process.

It's a piece of cartilage, and the
human body only contains one.

There are pieces of at least two
other people down there.

Oh, my God.

I found a flap of skin.

It's white.

This has got to be a favored place of

execution, maybe for a gang,
maybe for an individual.

All right, let's get party to organize
a search for missing persons.

Locally?

Yeah, to start off with.

Boss.

I know we've not seen-to-eye on
procedure and I apologise.

But I'm asking you now, will you
let me back in on the case?

Will you work with me, Claire?

I've got a hunch it's the street.

And I want to get that bastard.

Yeah, okay, good.

The boy was brought here specifically
to be murdered.

He was shot by a long-barreled
revolver, possibly a magnum.

He was shot six times.

All six shots were fired from the
single position poolside.

He ran around the pool, probably
trying to escape.

He fell to his knees, at
least on one occasion,

because he was shot three times
from that position.

It was the sixth shot that killed him,
blowing away a part of his skull.

However, forensics have found the

partial remains of at least
two other victims.

But they found absolutely no evidence that
links our suspect to the crimes.

So, we have no alternative but
to let Clive Norton go.

Can't we get an extension to keep him?

On what basis?

On the basis that we reckon
he's up to his tits

in all this, and we need
more time to nail him.

No, we're going to let him go.

Look, you know that I believe he's
fully implicated in this.

But in the absence of forensic evidence,
we have nothing to nail him.

The only way to catch him
is to catch him out.

And the only way to do
that is to make him

think that he's got away with
it just one more time.

What's the difference between
him thinking that

he's got away with it and him
getting away with it?

Us.

Us.

We're the difference.

I'll do this.

You run me an index number.

You're looking well, Jane.

I'm gonna have a crack
at him myself, Henry.

Yeah?

You'll find yourself dozing off.

Why?

He's not talking at all?

Well, some of his periods of total silence
are more interesting than others.

Hmm?

Yesterday, I asked him who he wanted me
to call about him being in Custoder.

That was a particularly good silence.

In the end, he had to get
the duty solicitor.

What, there isn't anybody or he
doesn't want anyone to know?

There isn't anybody.

I don't think there ever
really has been.

Except Janice.

The silences about Janice
are the best of all.

Nah.

He's not a happy lad.

He's very, very lonely.

Well, let's go and keep him
company, then, shall we?

Who's the du...

Ah, Pocklington.

Good.

Thanks, Henry.

You're welcome.

-See you.
-See you.

The time is 10.19.

I'm Detective Superintendent
Jane Tennyson, also present

in interview room 5, our detective
inspector's department.

Duty solicitor Gary Poppington.

Right, can I have your full name
and date of birth, please?

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Good girls.

Where'd we get this?

Out of town.

So you may question the
wisdom, Willem.

I park in a stolen car outside a police
station, but it's interesting.

You see, this area's a sort of psychological
dead zone for a dibble.

Can't see the wood for the trees,
if you know what I mean.

Got my little briefcase, yeah?

It's all here.

Of course it is.

God's in his heaven.

All's right with the world.

Tidy!

Well, time spent arsing with a
dibble might be fun, but in

business terms, it's time wasted
and we can't be doing with it.

Drive home radio, mate.

Don't spare the horses.

Well, in a couple of hours, Michael,
we're going to have to let you go.

An officer will escort you to the front
door and you'll be free to leave.

Just like Campbell Lafferty.

And, um, look what happened to him.

Are you threatening my client?

You see that, um, dark stuff there?

That's his brain, Michael.

It's amazing the amount of blood
a body will pump out

in a matter of seconds with a
wound to the head like that.

That must have been terrible.

Why don't you tell me
about it, Michael?

Superintendent, come on, please.

You'll seize up me case, will you?

Well, you see, right now, Michael,
right now, you are the case.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.
-See what?

Me have the complexion
for the connection.

Look, I think Michael's
had enough, all right?

So why don't you tell me
about it, Michael?

Was it like in the movies?

Did he die in slow motion?

Did he fall to his knees,
beg for mercy?

We knew he fell to his knees because
his knees were bruised.

His fingernails were bruised.

Come on, for God's sake, come on.

I think, um, Michael would
appreciate a break, yeah?

Superintendent Terneson's
leaving the room.

All right, Michael?

OK?

Good.

Incident room.

Yes.

Yes, so?

It's not human.

-What is it?
-Extraterrestrial?

Thank you.

Want a cypher, Doug?

Happy?

Yeah.

I'd just like to talk
about you, Michael.

Um, if that's all right with
your legal representative.

You're all alone in the world,
really, aren't you?

Your mum's living in Germany with a
soldier, no brothers or sisters.

Your dad died in a car crash when
you were six years old.

It must have been tough, just a little

boy, and suddenly your dad
doesn't come home.

No brothers or sisters?

The only person you've got in
the world is Janice, really.

And I don't think you've
got her anymore.

Her heart's broken, you know, Michael.

She really loved her little brother,
and I think you did too.

Well, he was such a sweet boy,
Cammie, he was so innocent.

And you know what is destroying
her, Michael?

Is how he died.

His head being shot open.

She'll know who did it, you know.

She'll see it written on your
face as clearly as we can.

The tape dealer's coming.

He's restraining Michael Jones and is attempting
to knock himself unconscious.

I didn't want to do it, man.

But you had to, didn't you?

He made me.

He made you kill Campbell?

I had no choice.

-Who?
-Who made you kill Campbell?

He said I had no choice.

He was going to kill me.

Stop, Jane.

What's going on here?

What the bloody hell's going on?

I'm ordering you to end
this interview now.

All you have to do is tell me
who made you shoot Campbell.

-Are you listening to me?
-I said stop!

The suspect has injured himself.

Look at him. He's bleeding
from the head.

He needs medical attention.

What the bloody hell's
the matter with you?

Get the custody officer and
fetch a doctor now.

So I said

Are you completely out of your mind?

I was so close.

You could barge into the scene without
the bloody Terminator.

Have you any idea what happened in there?
He was about to give up the street.

If he made Michael kill Campbell, then
he's the one who's guilty of murder.

A black suspect beats himself
up in police custody?

Oh, excuse me, that is pathetic.

You play that tape, and
you see what happens.

That is ludicrous. Is it? Who's to say
he wasn't smacked around by this?

He's a solicitor for a start.

But for Christ's sake, Margie,
what is going on here?

Look, just listen, Jane.

The lad was trying to knock
his brains out in there.

Any evidence that comes out
of him in this state

has got to have inadmissible
right the way through it.

Now, look, if he doesn't need
stitches, if the doc

says he's basically OK, we
may still be in business.

We'll fix him up with a nice plaster
and a cup of tea, and I

will suggest to his brief that it
may be in everybody's interest

to try and continue on the condition
that Michael is happy to do so.

OK?

Eh?

So why don't you just go for
a walk for 10 minutes?

We'll all calm down, and then we'll
see where we are, yeah?

You were watching me.

Yes, I was.

Actually, don't do that.

Henry.

Sir.

Do you want to speak to me?

If it concerns a Lafferty case,
you can speak to me.

Forensics called about a bit of tooth
they found in the filter.

Oh, yes?

It's from a dog.

What kind of dog?

Oh, they'll say it's a big bastard.

Well, that's interesting,
but quite how it

relates to this investigation
is beyond me, Henry.

But I'm sure you're using
your time wisely.

Look, I'll do my best to stop the
wheels falling off, Jane.

But just you stay out of that interview
room until I give you the word, yes?

I got the dog unit sitting out there
with the engine running.

There's a guy on board who can
do all the doggy dentistry.

You say go, and the street's best
friends are under arrest.

You go.

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It started last night in 1977.

About 1 o'clock this morning, I got
to 1992 and I was well bored.

There was absolutely nothing on the

records that should or shouldn't
have been there.

Then I came across a no further action
and I thought, you never know.

I had a look at it.

It's just a report.

Absolutely kosher.

Bit of blind alley surveillance on
a woman called Vanda Dysart.

That a name to you?

The street's ante.

There was a notion that she
was fancying for him.

It turns out the old deal was clean.

But index number of a car that was sitting
outside her house one night...

G4A5GMC.

Means nothing to me.

-Nor me.
-So I checked it out.

The registered owner is one Louise
Hanson of this parish.

That's her maiden name.

Her professional name.

You meet her at the Christmas
party as Mrs DCS Ballinger.

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Okay.

So, two possibilities.

One, Mrs. Ballinger is somehow
mixed up with the street.

And two, her husband was
borrowing her car.

I keep an open mind.

Then this arrives in the
criminal records.

Go on.

I'll take a look at what
they've sent me.

It's the charge sheet for the GBH.

The deep-fat fryer, the guy's hands, the
thing the street never did time for.

Guess who?

The investigating officer
was Martin Ballinger.

Yes.

Not enough, though, is it, to get him?

Well, we'll just have to
get the man who can.

The doctor's been and gone.

Michael's got a bit of sticking
plaster and an aspirin.

He's OK.

DCS Ballinger talked to Pocklington,
and they've agreed to carry on.

So ready when you are.

By the way, DCS Ballinger's
sitting in.

Is that OK?

Yes, yes, that's fine.

How are you feeling, Michael?

Okay.

Good.

Now listen, Michael, this
is very important.

If at any time during this interview
you feel dizzy or ill in

any way, you just say so, and this
interview will be suspended.

Do you understand?

For the tape, please.

Yeah.

Good.

All right, so what I'd like
to do, Michael, is share

with you some confidential information
about police affairs.

Can I trust you with this information?

Good.

It's about the street.

You see, for some time now,
the street has had a

deal with a senior police officer
from this station.

Oh, there's no reason to think that
you knew anything about this.

In fact, until this morning, only two
people knew about this arrangement.

The street and the officer concerned.

Is this relevant?

Yes, sir.

I think so, sir.

You see, what happened was
this officer arrested the

street for a particularly nasty
crime some years ago.

And in the process of interviewing
him, he thought to

himself, hey, you know, this young
man is really rather clever.

Here is a man I could use.

You with me?

So he said to the street,
here's the deal.

I will let you off this charge,
and I will let you continue

your business as usual, dealing
drugs and so forth on one

condition, that you let me know what's
going on down among the bad guys.

So I can nick them, you
see, because the

more I nick, the safer
the world will be

and the better for my statistics.

So a working partnership.

I'll keep you in power because
one bad guy at the

top that I can talk to is
better than 10 bad guys

all fighting each other and
injuring the innocent.

And the wonderful thing about
this whole arrangement

is that from a certain angle,
it could be almost legal.

And then, um, Campbell kills Nasir and
the whole thing goes pear-shaped.

And Street didn't know what
was going on, did he?

I mean, someone had wasted
his right-hand man.

He didn't know who. He
looks like a fool.

People think he's losing his grip.

So as soon as he found out who had killed
Nazir, he had to show who was boss.

Well, Michael, you said you killed Campbell,
but he made you do it, didn't he?

Say it for the tape, please.

Yeah.

Louder.

Yeah.

For the benefit of the tape, superintendent,
for the sake

of any legal proceedings arising
from this discovery you

have made, will you please name
the officer you're accusing?

I made it up, sir, to induce
the suspect to confess.

Then this whole conversation
is inadmissible.

Oh, yes.

Yes, it is.

But now we know who the guilty
man is, don't we?

What is it, Michael?

He'll kill her.

Kill who?

He'll know I've grasped him up.

He'll kill her.

Who, Michael?

Janice!

Michael, it's all right.

It's all right. Don't worry.

He can't hurt her.

He can't.

She's safe.

He doesn't know that you've told us.

How long does it take to
get to Janice's house?

Ten minutes. Have everyone
there in five.

Get me on my mobile.

I just shot my dogs.

And do you know what fault that was?

Your boyfriend.

Oh!

Help!

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Call Henry. Tell him I'll be
there in three minutes.

And the first person who gets to Noreen's
should call me immediately.

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This is lovely.

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Jonas.

Jonas!

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Janice?

Mrs. Lafferty?

Over there.

Noreen's here, but she's out of it.

Where's Janice?

I don't know.

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So, has he got her?

Looks like it.

All the doors are open.

There was an argument with somebody
in a four-wheel drive.

Stick with it, Gerry.

Get what you can.

OK.

The street's not here.

Took off in a four-wheel.

Four-wheel drive?

So, who've we got?

Radio, suits, some kids.

Either arrest me or stop the
hassle of it, Clive.

You can't order me around here.

I just want some information.

All I want to know is the whereabouts
of Clive Norton.

We've already talked. You
don't know where he is.

I don't believe you.

Come on, now.

-This is important.
-Talk to me briefly.

Talk to me briefly. I'm not going
to mess around with you.

Shut up! Shut up!

Now, that's cracked, so bust them.

Bust them all, unless I'm
very much mistaken.

He's a minor, so you can think of the time
you're going to do and double it.

I just told your boyfriend here.

I don't know where the
street is, right?

You think you're protected, don't you?

He took off in a car, yeah?

You think you're protected
when you're not.

Not anymore.

That's all over.

You see, your boss...

The street ain't my boss, woman.

He ain't my boss.

Two to me.

We provide security for the
top man in the town.

The street ain't the top man no more.

You'd have come ten minutes later.

We'd have been out of here.

Does he know this?

He's finished, man.

Yeah, but does he know he's finished?

He's finished up here.

He's got Janice Lafferty, and it is very
probable that he's going to kill her.

So where's he taken her?

We know about the pool, so he
hasn't taken her there.

It is very much to your
advantage to tell me.

-Here.
-What's your name?

Willem.

Well, there's no use trying to look invisible,
Willem, because I can see you.

And I can see you're in
this up to your neck.

Oh, yes.

If the street kills Janice because
I couldn't get to her, and you

could have helped me do that, that
makes you an accessory to murder.

That's murder, Willem.

Not nicking cars, not stealing drugs
is a whole different ballgame.

Get him out of here.

I said get him out of here!

-Out!
-Go on!

Out, you!

All right, I'll pass.

Can you tell me where
the street's gone?

No.

I mean, there's this big place,
like, full of junk.

Where?

I don't know. We drove me there. Well, if
I drive, will you be able to show me?

You reckon?

I don't know.

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Let's do this.

Try not to cry Janice if you cry
Your nose will get blocked up.

You won't be able to breathe
And then you'll suffocate

Don't flatter yourself.

Turn round.

Michael loves you, don't he?

He's that possessive of you.

He's that jealous.

He could kill the air
for touching you.

hehehehe

You see

A woman is just a woman,

Janice, but a gun.

A lovely cone.

It's a blast.

Last time this piece was used?

Well, let me see now.

Oh.

Must have been when Michael popped
your little brother.

That was it.

Let's call it a day, shall we?

Well,

look, I'm just going to keep going
until you tell me otherwise, OK?

OK.

So, when did you go to this
place with the street?

Night before last.

Why?

What were you doing there?

stuff

-Anything?
-Recognise anything?

I don't remember, though.

OK, well, which way?

Left or right?

Left or right?

Well, and which way?

I don't know.

♪

Take your shoes off.

Do you know where you are?

You're at the top of a very,
very tall building.

Can't you feel that lovely breeze?

Feel that with your toes.

Can you feel it?

I had a good thing, Janice.

I had a real...

good...

thing.

And you know, don't you,

this has to happen.

It's nothing personal.

It's just a matter of self-respect.

Off you go then.

You know it makes sense.

See?

That wasn't too bad, was it?

Henry.

Henry, where's Tonnison?

She took off.

Hasn't she called in?

No, no, no, she hasn't.

What, do you recognise something?

Well, um...

-Claire?
-Claire, can you hear me?

Jerry?

Jerry, can you hear me?

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Claire?

Boss?

Yeah.

I'm...

Claire?

Boss?

Boss, can you hear me?

Boss, it's Clare.

Yes, Clare.

Clare?

Am I getting through to you?

Can you repeat that?

Yeah, hi.

Where are you?

Can you get this line any clearer?

I can't hear you.

You're breaking up.

Christ almighty.

Henry, yeah I've lost her.

Where is she?

Quickly.

It's standard operational
procedure for

officers in pursuit to give
a running commentary.

Yeah, well when we find the superintendent
you can tell her.

Come on, she's in a black spot.

Can you place it? There are three black
spots within the central area.

Where precisely?

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Jerry!

Amelie Heath, move!

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Hello, Tony.

Jesus, Jerry.

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Janice!

It's superintendent Tennyson.

Don't worry, love, we're gonna get you
out of there in just one minute.

Alright? He's not gonna
hurt you anymore.

My backup will be here in a minute.

You know, all of a sudden, Jane,

I find you very boring.

Poisoning my pleasure, scaring
off my friends.

You know, I'll probably have to shoot

both of you now, and that'll
be your fault.

An excellent day's police work.

We can do a deal.

I don't think so.

Yes, I mean it.

No, you don't.

You see, Marty told me, you
want to nick the bad guys.

Full stop.

All in all, Jane, I don't think you're
in a position to do business with me.

My backup's outside.

Yeah, yeah.

They'll be here in just one minute.

A lot can happen in a minute.

Hello, Clive.

Hello, Ma, eh?

Left now Jerry

Oh, you've come to let him off the
hook again, have you, Martin?

What's going on here, Clive?

She came looking for Janice.

You see, Marty, at this stage
in the game, we both

have to bring something a little
bit special to the table.

I brought her.

What did you bring?

Myself.

Well, Marty,

I'm a little bit pissed
off with you, yeah?

I do not like being rung
up and told it is over.

It is not over, OK?

You do not tell me anything is over.

I mean, excuse me.

Which of us is in charge
of this situation?

What is the matter with you?

Everything works, except
when she's around.

She's the problem!

We rule, Marty!

And we're letting her
piss all over us!

We had an agreement.

We still do.

No, you don't.

No, Clive, you're finished.

Listen to me, the best thing you could
do for your health is just...

just put down that gun
and come with me.

We speak the same language, Marty.

Think.

Without you and me, it'd be chaos.

All we have to do is remove that.

Meaning what?

Meaning...

let's waste the bitch!

Everything's sweet except for her.

We take her out, it's just
like it used to be.

Peaches and cream!

He's making you his accomplice,
isn't he?

Is this what you meant
by containing crime?

Is this what you bought into?

I don't think I can take a
whole lot more of you.

You see, he needs you to
tell him to shoot me.

He needs to think he's got that
kind of power over a cop.

Say the word, Marty.

Just say the word!

So what are you going to say, Martin?

Oh, for Christ's bloody sake,
will you just say something?

Nothing.

He does nothing.

There's people like thee and me, Jane.

We're the ones who get things
done around here.

Oh, shit.

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Janice.

Take her to hospital.

Give me the keys to your
car, would you?

♪

You bastard.

I just saved your life, or did
you fail to notice that?

You thought twice about
it, didn't you?

I am a police officer, Jane.

There is no way I would have let him
kill another police officer.

Except if you got there too late, you
might have let him get away with it.

You compromise, a new deal,
a new bargain until

there's no law, there is no order,
there is no justice.

There's just some kind of messed-up

secret society that you
think you can control.

Maybe, but we get results, and Clive
gave us some great results.

He was a psychopathic murderer.

Yes, and he gave us some top-quality
information.

I mean, there's no point in asking a schoolteacher
to report about crime.

It's a dirty old world, Jane, but
I'm afraid it's the real one.

And in the real world, you don't
get caught, do you, Martin?

No, I don't.

Well, I think that's a shame.

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