All language subtitles for DCI.Banks.S06E04.A.Little.Bit.Of.Heart.Part.Two.HDTV.x264-ORGANiC

Xun Li, 42, came here
as a refugee from China

just over ten years ago.

Argh!

They don't want to kill
your husband, Mrs Li,

they want to sell him back to you.

Besides his wife, any other family?

A son, Bo, from his first marriage
and a younger brother Chang.

How would you describe
your relationship with your father?

He thinks I'm a failure.

Xun saved us. We owe him everything.

Wendy Xiao. Robbery,
illegal gambling, all sorts.

Xun Li had two gangs in his sights,
both of them linked to you.

A heater in one of Xun's flats
was faulty and one of the tenants

got carbon monoxide poisoning.

Where were you on Sunday night?

I thought you might find it useful
to get a few pointers

for when you sit the DCI board.

You asked to see me.
That was a mistake.

Why would the wife of a villain
like Richards want to see you?

I would like to take
my wife home...now.

I told you not to go
and you ignored me.

You wouldn't be saying that if I'd
have got something. But you didn't.

So what next? Ransom note? Or a
body.

Time of death?

Somewhere between 9:30 and 11:00.

His wife raised the alarm when she
came home. She went out?

Even though he'd just got back
from hospital? Where is she now?

She's been sedated,
staying with the brother-in-law.

We can talk to her in the morning.
How did they get in?

Well, it looks like they forced
the patio doors at the back.

Kidnappers upping their game?

Could be. They break in...

..tie him up, and then...what?

Access his account online,

torture him when
he refuses to co-operate...

and then kill him.

Can you e-mail me that report?

Thank you. Yeah, that's great.

Cheers.

Whoever killed Xun Li didn't
come in through the patio doors.

What? Preliminary
forensics are just back.

The decking outside had been oiled
within the last 48 hours,

so it was still tacky enough
to leave traces of oil inside.

But there weren't any?
No, not a drop.

There's no sign of
forced entry anywhere else.

All the windows were locked.

So they came in through
the front door.

Either because Xun Li
let them in himself, or...

- Because they had their own keys.
- Helen.

Morning, sir. Sir.

Got your board date, I hear.

Yeah. Tomorrow, sir.

All set? I hope so.

Good. Well, perhaps,
we could celebrate if it goes well.

Really? You thinking
of turning up unannounced

with another bottle of wine?

No, I just thought we could...
Didn't I make myself clear?

Perfectly. Good.

Well, barring any unforeseen
circumstances, er...

..I'm sure it'll go fine.

Are we linking this to the kidnap,

or is Xun Li just
the world's unluckiest man?

We can't rule out coincidence, but
odds-on they're linked, we just
don't know how.

The kidnappers left most
of the ransom money.

Perhaps they tried
to put that right.

So what, we find the kidnappers,
we find the murderers?

Lines of investigation.

Wendy Xiao.

Said to be running her boyfriend's
protection gangs while he's inside.

Being targeted by Xun Li's charity,

so plenty of reason to silence him.

Plus, her boyfriend did a nice line
in death by plastic bag.

Maybe she's just carrying on the
tradition. Mark Rundle.

Blames Xun Li for his wife's
carbon monoxide poisoning.

Plenty of motive, but what
about means and opportunity?

But we start with the wife -
Rachel Li.

Listen, last night on the phone,
I was probably a bit...

Harsh? Clumsy?

I was going for "firm".

Oh. It's just...whatever's
going on with Tamsin Richards,

that marriage, them coping
with losing their daughter,

that's what Family Liaison's for,
don't get sucked in.

I think it's more than that.

Do you have any reason
to believe she's committed a crime?

No, but...
Then it's not your problem.

Annie, is everything OK? Yeah.

You'd say if there was something
wrong...at home.

Of course, but nothing is.

I promise.

DCI Banks, DS Cabbot.
We're here to see Rachel Li.

Dad? The police are
here to speak to Rachel.

See you later.

She's upstairs. This way.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I came straight here from work,
as soon as I heard.

You were at work?

Collating trial results. All night?

I went in about 7:00.

I was still there when the police
came and told me that...

We'll be in touch.

I wasn't gonna go out,
but Xun insisted.

It was a dinner I'd organised,
corporate awards thing.

I got back about 11:30.

At first, I didn't think
there was anything wrong.

I just thought Xun was working
because I couldn't hear the TV.

Then I went
into the dining room and...

..I saw the...

What time did you leave the dinner?

About 11:00.

Yeah, the news was on the radio...

when I got back in the car. Can
anyone vouch for you?

Oh, only several hundred reps.

Though most of them
were pretty pissed, so...

not much use to you, eh?

Xun took that. New Year's Day.

You were a close family?
He was my brother.

I'm sorry. Oh, please.

Yeah, we were very close.

He took care of me
and I did the same for him.

Especially after
his first wife died.

When was that?

Giving birth to Bo.

We know that Bo and his father
rowed on Xun's birthday.

Is this something
that happened often?

Sadly, yes.

I think Bo's closer to Dad
than he was to my uncle.

Do you see him a lot? Fairly often,

and we talk on the phone.

I tried calling him last night.
What time? Around 10:00.

He didn't answer
so I left a message.

See if Rachel wants anything.

Three days after this was taken,
they came for us.

They took An and me
to prison and set about...

..re-educating us.

I can't remember her voice.

Not any more.

I try...

..but she's gone.

Bruising to the side of the head,
here and here.

So he was beaten? It looks like it.

With fists, I'd say.

No linear patterns, see?

And then he was suffocated?
In a manner of speaking.

I found traces of
aspirated vomit in his trachea.

I'd say someone stuffed
his mouth with something,

a cloth, a newspaper. And that's
what killed him?

The gagging triggered
a panic attack,

which in turn set off the asthma.

Like a row of dominoes.

So his death might have
been accidental? Or sadistic.

Any physical evidence, doc?

No useful hairs,
if that's what you mean.

I've taken swabs from the wounds
and his mouth to send to the lab.

And the clingfilm?
Was applied postmortem.

Why do that if he was already dead?

Boss?

Xun's offices were vandalised
on the 24th, right? So?

We've been checking CCTV
from that night.

This is Mark Rundle's car
turning left onto Canal Street.

At 1:42 in the morning.

According to the police report,
the office alarm went off at 1:39.

So we have Mark Rundle
driving away from the scene

less than three minutes later.

He said he didn't even know
where the offices were.

Now, why would he lie about that?

It's a coincidence.

You held Xun Li responsible
for what happened to your wife.

He was responsible.
You wanted to make him pay.

Now, come on. All that pain,
all that frustration,

and there he was, rich
and successful, while you struggled.

It was a gesture.
Just a few stones, that's all.

We'd just heard
the council were cutting back.

Jenny's care package
was being reduced.

The quality of Jenny's life
would suffer.

And there was Xun Li,
in his big house

and his flash car, and I...

Even as I was doing it,
I was thinking,

"Jenny would be so
ashamed of me," but...

..I couldn't do nothing.

I'd lost the court case
so I did what I could.

Throw a few stones.

I've just got the lab results
on Xun's body.

Various trace elements
as yet unidentified,

but they have detected
a polysaccharide.

A linear polymer amylose.

You could literally
put those words in any order

and it'd mean the same. Try again.
Starch, like they use in
dry-cleaning.

You two, what're you doing tonight?

I'm flattered boss, but... Wendy
Xiao - I want you to watch her.

Stake out the dry-cleaner's.
Where she goes, who she sees.

Why don't we just bring her in? We
haven't got enough. We've got some,
but not enough.

I wanna be able to put her
in a room with Xun Li,

either directly,
or through a third party,

so coffee, camera, big bag of
Haribos. Could be a long night.

Great. Stuck in a car
all night with Tigger.

Lydia's gonna be over the moon.

Cancelling plans? Again.

She used to think it was exciting
going out with a copper.

Now, not so much. Make it up to
her. Something special, a proper
date.

Really? Yeah. Sometimes you
just have to make an effort.

I'll get it.

I lied...

..everything isn't fine.

So, are you gonna invite me in?

Well, I could, but... You're not
alone?

Whoever it is,
tell 'em you're busy looking
after the elderly.

No, I'm not alone.

Oh, hi!

Hello, Arthur.

Well, what you waiting for?

Why don't you ask
the poor girl to come in?

No, it's OK, I can... Listen,
honestly, we've got plenty of food.

You've just got no manners,
you know, that's your problem.

Come on.

Here you are.

What are the chances?

Sorry?

My last partner was a food Nazi.

E numbers, empty calories...
blah, blah, blah.

Then he left and I got you.
"A new start," I thought...

..and you're exactly the same.

I didn't say anything.
You didn't have to.

Still, nothing wrong with
wanting to keep yourself in shape.

And there it is.
I'm just saying.

And I'm just saying I happen
to like saveloys,

and pies, and crisps.

Great. Knock yourself out.

What's it to you, anyway? Nothing.

Here we go.

I know her.

It's Wei Li...

Xun's niece.

Where's David now?

Looking after Isla.

And where does he think you are?

With Ken, staking out Wendy Xiao.

Do you lie to him often? No.

Yes. More than I should...

..or want to.

We row all the time about Isla.

Bedtime, schools, what she eats...

Both of us disappointed
in the other.

Different reason but the same row.

Have you tried talking
to him about it?

To begin with,
but...it's like there's...

..nothing...between us...

and neither one of us is willing
to admit that the marriage is over.

David's not a bad man,
he's not the villain...

..but he's not a husband either.

He's not even a friend.

And I can't...

..I can't go on pretending.

What do you want, Annie?

I can't.

Not behind David's back. No.

Can you give me a few days?

A few more days won't hurt...much.

I should go. Yeah.

Say goodbye from me.

Night.

About bloody time.

Were you awake?

Yes. Why didn't you say?

Didn't seem to be the right moment.

Dad... Spare bed made up?

Yeah. Right you are.

Hey...

she's a keeper, that one.

"About bloody time."

We pay her.

You pay Wendy Xiao protection?

It was a couple of years ago.
She came here one evening,

said we were vulnerable to gangs,
that she could help.

We knew what she was doing.
So you agreed?

We told her to stuff it.

Two days later, three men come in
with baseball bats just as we're
closing.

We tried to stop them,
but all our stock, every glass...

So now we pay, like everyone does.

And that's what you were
doing last night?

Every week, without fail.

Sister Wendy likes
things to be ordered.

"Sister Wendy"? It's a term of
affection.

It's not enough that we pay,
we have to like her, too.

Maintaining the
momentum of change...

DI Morton? Yeah.
They're ready for you now.

DI Morton.

Take a seat.

Hello.

You have to understand,

with Sister Wendy,
you pay up and shut up.

Is that all you do?

Sorry? Does she ever ask you
to do anything else for her?

Your uncle was targeting
the gangs Wendy Xiao controls.

There was no sign of forced entry
at his house the night he died,

but I can't see him opening the door
to Wendy or any of her thugs.

You think... Maybe she
made you give her a key.

I didn't have anything
to do with my uncle's death.

That's ridiculous. What about your
father?

After what he's been through?
What he's seen?

He wouldn't.
He couldn't do anything like that.

With your help,
we could put Wendy Xiao behind bars.

Do you know what happens
to people who cross her?

Tell me what you need, inspector.

It's time we stopped being scared.

And you think you have the necessary
qualities to run your own team?

I do. I believe I can engender

the correct results-based approach
to policing, whilst inspiring people

to meet challenging goals
and at the same time...erm...

..erm...maintaining
the momentum of change.

Really? Yeah, definitely.

Your colleagues have described
you as ambitious, demanding,

rigid, obsessive.

And in one case...

..impossible.

Don't sound terribly
inspired, do they?

Well...

..I think, results, well,
they're... they're what matter.

Clear-up rates. You know,
that's what we... that's our job.

Our job is to catch criminals.

How are you gonna do that
if no-one wants to work for you?

It doesn't surprise me that...

..people think I'm difficult.

I am...and I don't
apologise for that.

And apparently
I'm ambitious and demanding,

well, maybe.

But there are plenty
of good detectives out there,

DCIs and above,
about whom you could say the same.

Only with men,
that's a compliment, isn't it?

And if I am rigid, it's
because we have a chain of command

and a series of ranks,
which I respect.

And for all that criticism,
I'll bet anything you like,

you won't find anyone who says
I take advantage of my rank.

But we know there are men
in the job that do,

every day of the week.

So I'll stand by my record
because I want to be a DCI,

not someone's best friend.

I'm a police officer,
it's what I do and I'm good at it.

Any joy? It's locked, boss.

Come on...

with me.

Police. We're looking for Wendy Xiao.

Seriously? Wendy Xiao,
I'm arresting you on suspicion...

What for? Why don't we start
with protection-related threats,

criminal damage
and demanding money with menaces,

and see where that takes us?

How did it go this morning?
Yeah, really well.

Yeah? Yeah. Good.

Thank you. Good for you.

Ken, where are we on the lab?

Have they ID'd the other
trace elements found on Xun?

Haven't heard. Have you chased?

No. Oh, for God's sake, do I have to
do everything? Give 'em a ring, will
you?

Protection and demanding
money with menaces.

That carries quite
a custodial sentence. No comment.

We've got witness statements
and they're willing to attend court.

We can make
these charges stick, Wendy.

No comment.

This is your opportunity
to tell us about

any other offences you've committed.

Clear up all your crimes yourself
before we do.

Now's the time, Wendy.

Tell us about Xun Li's murder,

it'll make things
a lot better for you later.

No comment.

Boss, we just got a call
from the hospital.

It's Chang Li.

There were three of them and
Dad just stood there and took it.

I'm sorry.

Would you recognise
any of those men again? Possibly.

Would you come back to the station
with us to look at some photos?

Have fun, did you?

Enjoy hanging me out to dry?

I raised legitimate concerns.

It's up to the board
to decide what happens next.

You know,
I treated you with respect,

even though you turning up to my
flat was completely inappropriate,

but I didn't say anything
then or later.

I let it go.
I shouldn't have done...

You... You... What, DI Morton?

What did I do?

You're upset about the way
you handled the interview
and you're right tobe.

Don't try to blame
anyone else for it.

It shows poor
leadership qualities.

But then, we already
knew that, didn't we?

We arrested some of your
friends last night, Wendy.

Not very nice, are they?

They gave you up
in about five minutes.

So how about it?
You still gonna "no comment" me?

No comment.

I'm gonna be recommending
some additional charges of ABH

and witness interference to the CPS.

And I will find evidence
that links you to Xun Li's murder.

Who knows where it's going to end?

I think I've found something.

Look at this.

Oh, sorry, do you mind? Be my guest.

Mark Rundle's car,
the night he broke the windows

at Xun Li's office. OK.

Now, look at the headlights,
the pattern they make on the road.

The nearside beam's off.

Yeah. Maybe it's from
an earlier accident, or maybe
it's just been misaligned,

but either way... It's off.
Yeah, now, look at this.

The night Xun was kidnapped...

Same misalignment, same pattern.
Yeah, same car.

This must be a mistake.

You told us you were looking after
your wife the night Xun Li was taken.

That's right.

This is a statement
from Carol Denton,

the agency nurse you requested
that Sunday night for four hours

between 7:00 and 11:00.

You lied to us.

So, where were you?

You hated Xun Li and you needed
money to help look after your wife,

and we can put your car within
a few yards of where he was taken.

The kidnap failed, you still wanted
revenge so you murdered him.

It's time to tell the truth, Mark.

I was with another woman,
she's a friend of Jenny's.

Bumped into each other in the park a
few months ago and we got chatting.

Two lonely people.

I love my wife very much...

..and I swore
I wouldn't do it again...

..but all the time...I knew I would.

Who was driving your car, Mark?

Who kidnapped Xun Li?

Yes? Lilly Rundle, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of false imprisonment,
conspiracy to kidnap...

Stop!

You're under arrest, Bo.

CCTV of your father's car
the night of the kidnap.

His statement saying
he lent the car to you.

Kidnapping and false imprisonment.

You're looking at...
ten years, more.

Co-operate now
and it will be better for you later.

We met at the hospital.

Lilly took Jenny in once a week
and I recognised her immediately...

from court.

I felt sorry for them.

You thought your father was guilty?

I certainly didn't
think that they were.

Not like they said in the trial.

It wasn't Mark's fault,
what happened...

..and Dad knew it...

..but he got away with it,
like he gets away with everything.

Not quite everything.

We'd chat most times
when I was at the hospital.

Pretty soon...
I started looking for him...

..hoping I'd see him,
and he was the same.

So you started a relationship?

Did your dad know? No.

I was afraid he'd think
it was a betrayal.

When Mum's funding was cut...

we both wished there was a way
we could make Bo's dad pay,

but it was just that, wishing.

So what changed?

Bo came to me one day. He...

He said he had a plan,
a way to get his dad

to give a lot of money
so we could help Mum.

Did he tell you what it was?

No, but he was really fired up.

When was this?
Just before his dad's birthday.

He went to the party saying
everything would be all right,

but when he came back,
he said his dad hadn't gone for it.

He was so angry.

He said he didn't care any more...

..there was another way
of getting the money.

Hey. Look, we found
this at Bo's flat.

It was
e-mailed to him from China two days
before Xun's birthday.

Lilly mentioned something happened
around that time that made Bo

think his dad might pay up.
Maybe this was it.

I'm getting a translator on it now.
Let me know.

Ken, Wei Li said she tried
to phone Bo round about ten o'clock

on the night her uncle died.

You want me to find out
which mast it pinged. Thank you.

I just wanna go back a bit,
if I may, to your father's birthday.

Witnesses said that you rowed.

Two days before...

..you received this.

Where'd you get it?

I was sent it,
by a friend from China.

He thought I should see it.
We had it translated.

It's an interview between your father
and the local police chief.

It proves that your father
was a state informant.

He didn't flee because
of persecution,

he fled because he was afraid
of being found out.

So you went to his birthday party
to blackmail him.

Pay up or you go public with this.

Ruin his reputation?
Wreck his business?

What happened? He call your bluff?

Bo!

He said it all happened
a long time ago

and people didn't care.

So he gave up a few names, so what?

He said he'd say he was coerced,
his family threatened.

He said he'd spin it
so he came off as the victim.

You told me
that the night your father died,

you went to work.

Your cousin Wei Li
called you at 10:07.

Now, this shows the location
of the phone mast that call pinged.

It's two streets away
from your father's house.

How do you explain that?

OK.

These are forensic results
from a swab taken from the bruise

on your father's face.

They were able to get
a DNA sample from it.

It's your DNA, Bo.

You were at your father's house
the night he died.

You went there to get him
to pay the money you'd failed

to get from the kidnap,
he refused, and in the ensuing fight,

he died from an asthma attack. No.

It was an accident, you hadn't
planned it. I promise you -

We're probably looking
at manslaughter.

That's not what happened.
Then tell us what did!

Dad called.

He said he wanted to see me,
he'd figured it out.

He got kidnapped just after
I'd tried to blackmail him...

and then the asthma inhaler...

He said he knew it was me,
that I'd screwed up...

..and if I ever told anyone
his secret, he'd have me arrested.

Then he said I disgusted him
and that I was worthless,

going on and on and...
So you hit him.

I couldn't stand it...
And then you gagged him. No... No.

Yeah, you wanted him to stop.
Which is why I left.

I had to get out of there.

I was afraid of what I'd do
if I stayed, so I ran.

Where? My uncle's place.

I just...
I didn't know what else to do.

You have to believe me.
I hit him, but that's all.

We've got enough to charge him.
Except I don't think he did it.

Wouldn't be the first son
to kill his old man.

Lashing out, I could buy that,

but stuffing something
into his mouth until he gags?

That's more like torture.

DI Morton,
you'll be hearing soon enough.

It appears you passed the DCI
Board...in spite of everything.

I'm gonna be a DCI? If and when a
post becomes available.

That's fantastic news, Helen.

Excuse me.

Well, thank you for taking the
trouble to tell me in person, sir.

I can't tell you what
that means to me.

I hear you did it. So I did.

You can crack a smile, you know.

The results are back on the trace
elements found in Xun Li's mouth.

About time.

I took your advice. Me and Lydia
are having a proper date tonight.

I'm making the effort. Good for you.

Trouble is, I'm a bit rusty.

You'll be fine,
it's like riding a bike.

I might need some stabilisers.

DS Cabbot.

Slow down.

Where are you?

OK, OK.

Helen. Yep.

What year was Chang Li
arrested in China?

Er...2006. Why? Come with me.

Alan, have you got a minute?

Can it wait? Yeah.

Look, stay where you are, OK?
I'm on my way.

You want me to come?

No, you just concentrate
on your stabilisers.

Bo showed you this the night
he came round, didn't he?

He was distraught,
he didn't know what to do.

Will you please translate?

It's been a long time,
I'm not sure I can.

Try.

"I am grateful for another chance
to help in the fight

against subversives.

The names I gave last time,
those that were rounded up

on February 1st...were all enemies."

You told me that you were arrested
three days into the New Year.

In 2006, the Chinese New Year
fell on January 29th.

Three days later was February 1st.

When Bo showed you this, he didn't
realise its true significance...

..but you did.

Your brother was the one
who betrayed you and your wife.

Along with traces of starch,
we found a compound

known as...Durindophyl Red
in your brother's body.

It's used to dye material,
only it doesn't come out red,

it comes out pale pink.

I confronted Xun that night.

He told me he'd given us up
because they threatened

to imprison him if he didn't.

He thought I'd understand.
But you didn't.

He saved himself by sacrificing us.

In prison, they stuffed
rags into our mouths.

They'd make us choke.

It felt like you were drowning
in your own vomit.

So you used one of these.

I wanted him to know,
just for a few minutes,

what it felt like.
But then he had an asthma attack.

I thought he was pretending.

I took the napkin out and tried
to help but he was turning blue.

It happened so fast,
I didn't know what to do.

Oh, I think you knew
exactly what to do.

You knew Xun's charity
was targeting Wendy Xiao's gang.

You knew the sorts
of things they did.

You used the clingfilm to make it
look like she was behind it.

They put my wife
in a punishment block...

..and bound her to a board.

Chained day and night,
she couldn't move.

And they made me feed her
just enough...to prolong things.

Every day, forced to watch
her getting weaker...

..lying in her own filth.

It took...weeks.

I never got to hold her.

She died alone...

broken...

..because of him, my own brother.

I wanted him to answer for that.

Hi.

I came as soon as I could.

As you all may know,

DI Morton, Helen,
recently sat her DCI board.

And I don't need to tell you
that it is a demanding,

long, drawn-out and rigorous process
which is designed to separate

the wheat from the chaff,
the sheep from the goats,
and the men from the boys.

And I am delighted to tell you
that Helen is now officially

and simultaneously,
wheat, a sheep and...

A man.

Pending a position coming
available, I give you...

DCI Helen Morton.

Thank you. Thank you, everyone.

All right.

Right, I need you to stay here,
I have to make a phone call.

I won't be long, OK?

Cheers!

Alan, it's me.

I know it pisses you off
when I disobey orders,

but I think you'll be
really pleased I did this time.

I've got something.
It's big, trust me.

Did I mention that I love you?

Alan, it's me.

I've got something.
It's big, trust me.

Did I mention that I love you?

Where have you been?

Celebrating.

Helen, remember?

Listen, I'm just off Howsden Street

in a place called Smith's Yard.

What are you up to? I just
need you to get down here now.

Why don't you just tell me
what you're doing?

What's so important that
you're missing free champagne?

Oh...

Hello? What was that?

Oi!

Annie?

Alan? Annie?

Annie, are you still there?

Oh! Annie?

Annie! Annie, what's happening?

I think I've been stabbed.

What did you say?

Annie.

Annie, talk to me.

Annie. Annie.

Hold on, I'm coming to you.
I'm coming to you right now!

What's happened?
It's Annie, come on.

Come on!