All language subtitles for 3wedsdaasdcc

Our Theresa said
you'd spoken to her,

that you're on the warpath
about some missin' girl

and, well, given our history

I thought it wise
to come prepared.

That's a record of
all my movements

since leavin' home
on Christmas day.

[William snorts]

So you're saying
that you've been

in the city this whole time.

That right?

In bars and drinkin'
clubs and the pictures.

Aye.

That's somethin' I do when
the mood takes me, a film spree.

And there you can chat
with all the usherettes.

They'll all remember
me, I guarantee ya.

Yeah, it's very helpful
that you've provided us

with all their names.

Ah well, when
turnin' on the charm

always start with an
exchange of names.

See, I'm very partial
to the usherettes.

It's the tray of
goodies, the uniforms.

What happened to your
uniform, by the way?

I'm a cid now.

Is that right?

Well congratulations, darlin'.

What must you
do for sleep, Peter?

[Scoffs] He's all
business this one.

I just knocked around.

Bus, pub, flack
house, greasy spoon.

You know it's funny
that because at home

I'm a terrible
insomniac [mumbles].

Where were you yesterday evenin'

between the hours
of six and eight P.M.?

Sorry, did I
neglect to include...

We know your crib sheet.

Dracula.

The 6:30 showin' at the scholar.

You should get your
boyfriend to take ya.

Could cuddle him
at the scary bits.

You ever seen this
young woman before?

Well, I think I'd remember.

That's a nice
lookin' Lassie that.

Her name's Isabelle Cooke.

Ah.

That's the mount Vernon
Lassie you told my sister about,

the missin' one.

No.

Never seen her before.

Don't load the boats, eh?

I mean it's not
been 24 hours yet.

Maybe there's some
perfectly innocent explanation.

[Ominous music]

I don't know how ya kept

from smackin' him
one in there, sir.

Without a body
there's no arrestin' him.

That's the priority now,

throw every resource
into findin' her.

You really think there's
no chance she's alive?

[Exhales] Sorry, sir.

Just wishful thinkin'.

[Suspenseful music]

[William] Joe brannan?

Who wants to know?

Superintendent
muncie, Hamilton cid.

Good for you.

You're not in any trouble, Joe.

I just want a word.

Been doin' well
since you got out, Joe.

New job,

new house.

I'm commendin' you, Joe.

I'm saying well done.

Well done and how's
about bein' a rat?

That's what this is
about, right, Manuel?

Informin' on somebody
that's killed four people

in cold blood isn't being a rat.

And then there's this.

[Joe] You think that's
what's happened as well?

I know it.

Christ.

We've been tailin'
him for a while now.

I've got eyes on him.

I need somebody who
can hear what he's sayin'.

Very chatty just now.

Wants an audience, and
you've got his trust ya know.

And you can get close to him.

You can save somebody's life,

and get paid for your trouble.

No one'd find out?

I give you my word.

Uh, where are you goin'?

You appealed for volunteers
to help with the search,

so I'm volunteering.

Gwen Lee said she
would look after the girls.

Nan, I'm not sure
I'm comfortable

with you comin' on a search.

I want to help, bill.

I take it you've heard

about the reverend
Houston and his wife?

What?

Well, while we were all at
the church on Christmas Eve,

they had a break-in.

The presents were stolen

right from under
the Christmas tree.

A camera, a pair of
gloves for the reverend,

a silk lady's headscarf
that Doris smart

had bought for
Frances, it's all gone.

Do you know what
my first thought was?

[William] Was it Peter Manuel?

[Agnes] Mm-hm.

Did they report it?

[Agnes] I assume.

I say, can you write that down?

My notebook's in my pocket.

Before I forget.

It's gonna be a quieter
than usual hogmanay,

everybody's leaving.

You know, I wouldn't be averse

to you takin' the
kids to my mother's.

Peter Manuel is not
running us out of town.

[Suspenseful music]

[Officer] Tom!

[Mrs. Cooke gasps]

- [Mrs. Cooke crying]
- I'm so sorry, Mrs. Cooke.

[Mrs. Cooke] Oh.

Look closer, son.

[Doris] Tea for the
hardworking mechanics.

That is very welcome.

[Doris] Oh, there's Agnes.

Oo-wee!

Oh, hello Doris, Peter.

Ya have a happy new year.

And to you.

Have a lovely holiday, Michael.

You, too, Mrs. Muncie.

Bye.

Wouldn't do for us
to have only one lamp

to see by all the
way to your uncle's.

[Fist thuds]

Thanks, buddy.

[Patrons chattering]

Comin' through.

There we go, boys.

[Patrons chattering]

Peter.

You got spendin'
money for yourself?

[Peter] That's mighty
kind of you, father.

Good to see ya again, Joe.

Been a while, eh?

Hasn't it just?

Was beginnin' to think
you were avoidin' me.

You know how it is.

Aye.

Gainful employment,
wife and children.

Family man, eh?

Aye.

Well, happy hogmanay.

Cheers.

And to you, too,

ginko and gormless.

[Patrons chattering]

My two babysitters

courtesy of detective
superintendent muncie.

Tellin' ya, Joe, startin' to
think that bloke fancies me.

Aye-aye, he's movin'.

Yeah.

[Patrons chattering]

He's goin' to the lavy.

Relax.

Evenin', lads.

[Patrons chattering]

Ya never heard of windows?

[Patrons chattering]

[Fist banging]

Enjoy your dump, shithead.

[Door thuds]

[Soft suspenseful music]

[Toilet flushes]

[Gun clicks]

[Dogs barking]

[Breath blowing]

[Finger squeaking]

[Family] 10,

nine,

eight,

seven,

six,

five,

four,

three,

two,

one.

- [Crowd cheers]
- Happy new year!

[Agnes giggles]

- Happy new year.
- Happy new year, dad.

Happy new year.

- Yes, Samantha.
- Happy new year.

- [Crowd cheering]
- [Bells ringing]

Happy new year.

[Girls giggle]

[William] And you.

[Glasses clink]

- [Bells ringing]
- [Crowd singing]

♪ And never brought to mind ♪

♪ should old ♪

- ♪ acquaintance be forgot ♪
- [Woman shouting]

- ♪ And old lang syne ♪
- [Man and woman shouting]

♪ For old ♪

[Agnes] Hey, what's this,
young Mr. Bubba Joe?

Can't sleep.

Oh well, that won't do.

We have to be up
and out in six hours.

Glasses off.

Scoot down.

All right.

Feels nice.

Of course it does.

I'm an expert.

[Clock ticking]

[Somber music]

[Residents chattering]

[Ominous music]

Pow!

[Engine rumbling]

Where are ya off to?

[Officer] I'm joining the
Isabelle Cooke search.

[Peter] Hop in,
I'll give ya a lift.

I'm goin' to the key
to try and find her.

It's where the muster
point is for volunteers.

That's the old dunkirk spirit.

You know, everybody
pullin' together.

That's them.

[Men chattering]

Thanks again.

[Soft ominous music]

[Officer] On their own, first
person that comes along.

[Water splashes]

[Ominous music]

[Clock ticking]

[Peter sniffing]

[Somber music]

[Soft suspenseful music]

[Fist pounding]

Well, if it isn't
superintendent muncie.

Where were you between
the hours of two and seven

on the mornin' of
Wednesday the 1st of January?

And a happy new year

- to you as well.
- Wednesday the 1st

of January between the
hours of two and seven A.M.

Where were you?

I was here all night.

You're lyin'.

He's not.

We were all in new year's Eve.

[Dog barking]

[Children chattering]

Ask your boys if
ya don't believe me.

Your boss needs a
lie down, detective.

He's not lookin' very well.

Get a statement.

Aye, come on in.

Make yourself at home.

[William] Where were you?

About 3:30 we went to
get a car 'cause of the cold.

You both deserted your post?

We thought they
were all asleep, sir.

Their lights had been
off for over an hour.

And when did ya return?

About six.

We went to get
something hot to eat.

Get out of my sight.

[Clock ticking]

[Agnes] What time did it happen?

Sometime between
Wilson and mcleod

leavin' and comin' back.

Couple hours,
that's all he needed.

But why then?

Why the smarts?

Because of what he is.

He felt the urge to kill.

He knew he didn't
have much time.

So that's it, three
people wiped off the face

of this earth because they
were the most convenient?

Little Michael.

Oh god, oh Michael, oh. [Crying]

Skate packs and vigilante
groups patrol the streets.

Women sleep with
knives beside their beds.

Ironmongers and
locksmiths report record sales

of locks, padlocks,
and deadbolts.

The people of lanarkshire
are living in fear.

Alibi or no alibi, bill, we
can still get him for this.

Right from the start
you had his number

from when he was
just a snot nosed thief.

But this lot?

Ya know bill,
there'd be no shame

in you handing over the reigns.

I could put a call into Glasgow
cid, have them run things.

No, absolutely not, sir.

I'm fine.

Well, don't work too late.

Sir.

Thief.

[Suspenseful music]

Hugh.

Sir?

This was empty, right?

Yes, sir.

Excellent.

He's made a mistake.

On all the other murders
he's never stole a penny.

He's never mixed
stealin' with killin',

but Peter smart's
wallet was empty

the evenin' before he
was supposed to go off

on a five day holiday
with his family.

Now this mornin' I
spoke with an informant

who was with Manuel
on new year's Eve

and Manuel was broke.

His father even gave him a
few Bob just to keep him goin',

but the very next
day, January the 1st,

the day after the murders,

Manuel took my informant
out on a pub crawl,

spendin' money like water,
buyin' rounds wherever they went.

And all the time with brand
new blue one pound notes

issued by the commercial
bank of Scotland,

Peter smart's bank.

Now I went to his
branch in uddingston

and they confirmed that
on December the 31st

Peter smart withdrew 15 pounds
in brand new one pound notes.

This is a list of
the serial numbers.

They're all consecutive.

This is a list of the
drinkin' establishments

they went into.

Now, if you can find these
bank notes in these pubs,

then we'll have him.

[Officer] Aye.

So let's get to it.

You two.

Sort out a watch, 24 hours
now until we've got him.

And you stick to him like glue.

- Course.
- We will, sir.

[Dog barking]

[Footsteps tapping]

[Gate squeaks]

[Theresa] Have they gone to bed?

Aye.

What are you doing?

Thinkin' about all
the things I'd like to do

with them two plods.

Do you never think about our ma

and what this is doin' to her?

Don't start.

I know we've never been
the best of friends, Peter,

but you're still my brother

and I don't wanna
see you hanged.

Hanged?

What are you on about?

Well that's how
this is gonna end.

[Scoffs] No one's
gettin' hanged.

I haven't done anythin'.

Go on, go to your bed, nursey.

[Ominous music]

I want him arrested early.

DC lowe will be in charge.

I want Manuel off balance,

I want him surrounded by
faces that he doesn't know,

and do not under
any circumstances

engage with any of his backchat.

I want a welcome
party waitin' here for him.

I want you to get
every single reporter

you can lay your hands on.

Wdc laird is gonna
conduct the interview.

I want a woman
in there goadin' him

and needlin' his male pride
because I want him humiliated

and I want him angry.

Yeah.

- [Suspenseful music]
- Mr. Manuel.

[Officers chattering]

Don't you put your hands on me!

[Samuel] Peter!

Please, no more!

[Men chattering]

Get up to fight!

[Officer] Yes, you're goin'.

- [Men chattering]
- Get in the car.

Open the door for me.

Get in the car.

Go.

I take it the scarf was
for you, Mrs. Manuel?

Yes.

It's very pretty.

Peter's always had good taste.

Been very artistic right
from when he was a boy.

Well then, would
ya mind tellin' me

why something so
precious would be kept

underneath the kitchen sink?

I bought it.

I bought all this
stuff so that Peter

would have something to
give us on Christmas day.

You're always there
for him, aren't you?

Covering his tracks.

What do you mean?

Well where?

Where did you
purchase these items?

From some spiff
down at the stag.

They were stolen
on Christmas Eve

from the home of
reverend Houston.

I didn't know.

You don't tell me you [mumbles].

- Don't tell me you...
- I didn't know!

Mom.

[Mrs. Manuel]
It's all right, Tess.

- [Glass breaks]
- [Theresa whimpers]

It's all right, it's
all right, Tess.

[Women crying]

Oh my god.

It's all right, it's all right.

[Soft ominous music]

You'll notice how
the serial numbers

on the notes stolen
from Peter smart's wallet

exactly match those
found in the cash registers

of the stag, the woodend
bar, and the garden club.

All establishments which
numerous witnesses

have stated you
visited on the night

of the 1st of January, 1958,

buyin' rounds of drinks for men

who'd like nothing better
than to see you hanged.

And all with crisp new notes

stolen from your
victim's wallet.

Not really criminal
mastermind material, are we?

Peter.

Not one flamin' word, sir.

I blew it.

No you did not, laird.

We've got him exactly
where we want him.

He's not talkin' because
we've got him in a corner.

He's down now in his mind,

fully occupied on how he
dodged the smart charge.

That's good for us

'cause that means he
won't see me comin'.

This is our chance to get him.

And not just for
the smart murders,

but for all these victims.

He's always been torn
between gettin' away with it

and seein' his dates written
in headlines 10 feet tall

tellin' the world
how clever he is.

After what he's been
through for the past few hours

he's never been closer
to givin' us just that,

full confession.

Right now the only
person that wants the truth

to come out more
than us is Peter Manuel.

[Shoe tapping]

[Door clicks]

[Feet stomping]

You want one?

Have to hand it to you, Peter.

I've never seen so many
reporters in my life. [Chuckles]

Not just the Scottish
papers either.

Manchester guardian,

mail,

news of the world,

the times of London.

You have nothing.

Is that right?

No murder weapon, no motive.

The most you can charge me with

is stealin' some cash and a car.

I mean who in their right mind

would give a lift to a copper

after slaughterin' three people?

But you're not in your
right mind, are you?

You think you're a
gangster, but you're not.

You're a psychopath.

You're a psychopath who
murders women and children.

People asleep in their beds.

Think you're a hard
man, but you're not.

You're a milk sob.

You're a wee boy that
goes runnin' to his daddy

when the goin' gets tough.

That's what they're
sayin' out there,

that it was your dad that helped

dispose of Isabelle
Cooke's body.

He's always been there
for ya, though, hasn't he?

Your dear old dad
and his little Van.

So we've arrested him

for aidin' and abettin' in
the disposal of a corpse.

Father and son,

partners in murder.

Not a bad headline.

You're bluffin'.

Am I?

[Metal sliding door scrapes]

[Peter snorts]

[Soft suspenseful music]

All this time we've
known each other

and you still
haven't got a clue.

Peter Manuel doesn't
need anybody's help.

What's the point
in you helpin' me,

knowin' that if you'd
been runnin' things

when the [mumbles]
you always told me

then seven innocent
people would still be alive.

All the bleedin',
all the screamin',

and there was nothin'
that you could do.

Nothin'.

Let the old man go.

I'll show you where the
Cooke girl was buried.

[Iris exhales]

[Wind howls]

[Somber music]

I'm standin' on her.

Take him to the car.

[Shovels scraping]

[William sighs]

[Reporters chattering]

[Cameras clicking]

- Photos.
- Here he is.

[Cameras clicking]

The arrested man's
made a full confession

and he's been charged.

- [Cameras clicking]
- [Woman gasps]

[Crowd chattering]

- [Cameras clicking]
- [Crowd applauds]

Over the course
of the last two years

this man's killed
eight of our own

[soft somber music]

And caused untold
grief and fear.

But men like that are the
exception, they're not the rule,

and there is some comfort
that we can take from that,

and the rarity of
such terrible things

I'll ask ya now to go home
to your families, please,

and say a prayer for the
victims and their loved ones.

Thank you.

[Cameras click]

- [Crowd chattering]
- [Crowd applauding]

[Cameras clicking]

Yes I will.

I will be there first thing.

You, too.

Bye.

[Knuckles tapping]

Sir.

He's askin' for ya.

[Clock ticking]

Sir.

We did it.

Yes.

Yes, we did.

[Keys rattling]

[Metal creaking]

What can I do for you?

I want the press told i'd
never have shot Michael smart

if I'd known he
was just a child.

Anne kneilands
was a child, though.

Marion watt was a child.

Isabelle Cooke

- was a child.
- Come on, muncie.

Ya know what I mean.

I'm no child killer.

Why did you go back
to the smarts' house?

To get the car.

No, that only accounts
for one of your return visits.

We know that you went
back to that family's home

at least three times.

Why?

Was your first visit,
was it too rushed?

Did ya need more time
to savor what you'd done?

I went once for the car.

It's the gospel truth.

Ya know, you're not the
only person that can lie, Peter.

We arrested your dad
for resellin' stolen goods.

Never posed any threat to
your share of the limelight.

[Ominous music]

Goodbye, Peter.

You walk away from me.

Nobody walks away from
Peter Manuel, you hear me?

Do you hear me, muncie?

You think you can
beat Peter Manuel?

This has just started!

Do ya hear me, clod?

This is a war!

Peter Manuel is always right!

Do you hear me?

[Metal door clanks]

[Somber music]

[Soft electronic
pops reverberate]