All language subtitles for Burnside s01e04

But what I'm seeing is the latest victim
of a serial killer. First time out, he

just shaved the victim.

Second time, he gets more imaginative,
leaves the tie.

This geezer is totally screwed up.

Might be accused of something.

It's okay, Jerry.

Yeah? Well, tell him to back off.

Just tell yourself I'm not here, okay?

Take a terrible photo.

What the hell do you think you're
playing at?

You're not getting enough attention
around here. You've got to go parading

around in your knickers.

I've got the victims in glamour poses.
Where's Forbes in that?

I've got a photographer, an impotent,
humiliated photographer.

What's he doing?

Crying.

Fantastic. Good on you.

Good.

I got them.

No.

I saved.

Told you.

Mark Evans rang.

He wants to meet me.

This whole thing has entrapment written
all over it. How else would I have got

it here?

Mark Evans is our man.

This is an illegal investigation.

No one.

Dent, Dave, Anna must know that you
shaved for him.

We only tell what we have to.

And if the shit hits the fan, we deny
everything.

Not invited to the party, Sarge.

I think our killer takes a respectable
woman and turns her into a whore.

You've done that for Mark Evans.

Now he's intrigued, exactly as I
predicted.

So what do I do next?

Let him do the running.

He has to be in control.

Forget flirting.

If there's any sexual move, it has to be
him that initiates it.

Has he already made some sort of path?

No. Only match a thought if he gives you
a way in.

Let him sense there's more you're not
telling him.

Let him think you've got a secret, too.

So how's it going?

You know, I performed the dance with
seven ties.

He confessed.

We're looking at the new commissioner.

Has the boss told you he still has me
working on the Jerry Forbes angle?

I've got to give you something to do.

Jerry rang.

He wants to talk.

Waste of time.

Typical signature killer behaviour.

To get involved in the investigation, to
pull the focus away from himself.

Rubbish.

Something got big for you. You know,
it's probably the handcuffs.

Look, 20 quid, Evans is our killer.

Come on.

Put your money where your mouth is.

I don't gamble.

So what happens next with Evans?

More of the same.

Gotta go.

Take care. Yeah, you too.

Well, he's followed rule one.

Arrived first to claim the territory.

He's inside.

Hi. Have you been waiting long?

No.

Tea? Yeah, please.

And a donut.

That's a hell of a way to eat a donut.

What's she doing?

If she's too sexually aggressive, she'll
lose him.

You want some?

No. Go on.

Make me feel less guilty.

Feel guilty?

Yeah.

Sometimes.

Not half as guilty as I was made to feel
when I was a kid.

How do you mean?

Well, sweet things were naughty.

Like comics.

Drilling soap.

It's tough being an only child.

You get it all.

Tell me about it.

You're an only child.

I had a secret friend.

Me too.

What did you always do?

Took up the flowers, stole the milk
money, and some other very dreadful

What about yours?

Cut out my dad's tongue.

Really?

No.

Heading back to the scene of the crime?

Possibly.

Schoolgirl was murdered not far from
here. I know. I came along afterwards.

Why? Don't know.

I do look at car crashes.

A lot of policemen prodding the ground.

Suddenly one shouted.

Helped something up.

What?

Don't know.

A comb.

Last thing she ever did was comb her
hair.

Felt weird.

Kind of exciting.

How do you mean?

Well... She was dead.

And I was still here.

If you want to get really close to him,
he's got to be a medium that doesn't

involve photos.

He's using the whole camera thing as a
barrier.

Maybe all that coyness is putting him
off.

Well, we're only going to come on to
him, aren't we? That bloke's impotent,

remember? I thought you hated pubs.

I do.

Tell me about the reconstruction.

You must have seen him on the telly.
Yeah, but you're in it as well.

A school friend of Louise's will walk
the same route we think Louise took.

I bet she feels scared.

Was Louise scared?

I'm a suspect, aren't I?

Yeah, I've got to be.

Nearest and dearest.

If there's something you want to tell
me, I'm a good listener.

No, I never bothered talking much
before.

Louise, she did all the talking.

What did she talk about?

Well, stuff you could know.

Cards, clubs, drugs.

Sex.

Sex.

I thought you and she hadn't. Yeah, we
hadn't.

She hadn't.

No, I told her.

Not until he's 16.

No, we slobbed and stuff.

She wanted to go all the way.

Why didn't you?

Most men would have jumped at the
chance.

Yeah, well, I'm not most men, am I?

There's a lot of media interest in this
reconstruction, so careful what you say.

DC Phillips, you'll make Louisa stand
and you can babysit for her.

DC Phillips and I won't actually be
attending the reconstruction.

National business.

DC McVeigh, you keep an eye on her.

According to Dr Grantham, signature
killers get a real buzz returning to the

crime scene.

Especially watching air not working our
arses off.

So stay alert.

Hang on. There's 14 buses that way.

They're doing a reconstruction of the
schoolgirl's murder. I thought we could

take a look first.

Why?

I mean, it'd just be some girl walking
around.

I'd like to see it.

It'd be really boring.

You said watching the police search was
exciting.

Yeah. I know.

But you said we were going to the
exhibition.

We can do both, trust me.

What's the problem?

Nothing.

We're going to do one, I promise.

Okay.

Dave, behind you.

Sam and Evans, head them off. Got it.

He's coming our way.

So, nothing to hide?

Sorry to bother you.

As you're probably aware, there was a
murder here a week ago.

We're staging a reconstruction, trying
to drop people's memories.

May I ask you a few questions?

Sure, anything we can do to help.

Were either of you on the Heath last
Monday?

I was.

I want you to get rid of them, not give
them the ninth degree.

Did you see anything suspicious?

I'd have come forward if I had.

How about you?

What? Were you anywhere near the Heath
last Monday?

Um, no.

I would appreciate it greatly if you
left. We don't want different officers

interviewing the same people.

Come on, let's do what you said.

What's the hurry?

I've got to get out of here.

Leave it, you arsehole, leave it!

What was that?

Nothing.

Why didn't you say to go to the police?
Please, can we just go?

Tell me.

Because I killed my mother.

What the hell are you doing? Will you
let me pass? I want to know what's going

on. That's none of your concern.

This is my investigation. If you're
working something, I want to know. I'm

giving you an order. Get out of my way.
Not until you tell me what you're

planning. Get out of my way.

What's going on? Who was that bloke with
Sam?

A 15 -year -old schoolgirl was brutally
murdered. We've got a crazy psycho on

the loose and Burnside's working
something.

Help me here, Dave.

I thought you were meant to be the
great, amazing team.

What's the matter? Doesn't he trust you?

Is he screwing Sam?

Is that why she gets preferential
treatment?

We're all being discriminated against
here, mate. Not just you.

What was all that about?

I could go and hammer on the door.

You can't risk spooking him.

Well, he's not going to kill her. I
mean, he wouldn't want to kill her. How

days training have you had on this
stuff?

A week. I've had ten years, and I don't
know. Not for certain.

Maybe he didn't buy the glam stuff.
Maybe he sees her as dependent and

which case he could easily have selected
her for his next victim. Maybe that was

the hunt and now he's going into the
kill. Oh, come on, you said... Oh, stop

Frank!

I gave you expert opinions, that's all.

You're the one who got us here.

Tell me about your mother.

Our garlic.

Great, woolen, drunken lump.

One day I came home and a drunken cow
with head first over the side of the

She just collapsed there, asleep.

Face right up against the pillow.

So I pushed the back of her head until
she was right in it.

I held her down.

She was too drunk.

And all the time,

I thought, die.

Die.

That's all you deserve.

All the things you said to me.

All the humiliation you put me through.

And then she stopped breathing.

That was the best I've ever felt.

It was like somebody had lifted.

Like I could do anything.

Then I called an ambulance.

And the police arrived.

And I could hear myself talking to them.

How she must have asphyxiated in her
sleep.

All the time I was thinking, they can
see.

They can see I'm a murderer.

Secrets that make us special.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Come with me.

Where's my dad's razor?

What was he like?

He was a real man.

Ten pounds a night.

No washing up.

It's not my idea of a real man.

Did he cut you?

No. Not a nick.

Is that all he did?

Uh -huh.

What about before?

We talked.

What about?

Nothing special.

I told him my secret.

What secret?

Nothing. Just something I made up.

I'd like to sit in on the briefing.

I'm part of the team.

What are you doing here?

Thanks for bailing me out, Dave.

Thanks for bailing me out, Dave.

What are you doing here?

So where are you with Evans?

Any progress?

I'm close.

I'm really close.

It's a good job you didn't take that
bet, pal.

You're fixated.

What is it with you and Evans?

You got the hots for him?

Don't be stupid.

Come on, leave it out of you two.

If he's got something, she should say.

Instead of winding us up like a kid.

He saved me.

Okay? That's her call.

You let him save you?

Yeah. You played psychological games
with him and you didn't think to inform

He suffers from limp dick.

If he's our man, that could be why he
kills.

I'm the profiler here. It's my job to
tell you how to run him. I got him to

down his camera. That's what you wanted,
isn't it?

Befriend.

Fantasize. That was the brief. Not to
act out.

You knew?

Yeah. Did you authorise it?

Look, if he was going to kill her, he'd
have done it by now, surely.

You tell me. You've done the court. Come
on, Anna.

Did you listen to what you just said,
Frank?

He hasn't killed Sam yet, so that's all
right.

You're way out of your depth, both of
you.

Obviously, my services here are
redundant.

The bill's in the post.

Start trying to fetch the coffee.

Get a search warrant.

Oh, yeah.

And if we come up with nothing, he knows
we're on to him, lays low. Six months

later, we're looking at another corpse.

If he is the murderer... He is.

What the hell does it matter, one way or
the other?

He's obviously a pervert.

You're being used.

Can't you see that?

Just because you don't have the bottle.

What? Oh, keep that precious head down.

Whole towns could be massacred while you
read the handbook, Dave.

What is it with you? Why is it so hard
for you to see people might care?

I don't want to be saying words at your
funeral.

Inspector Dent rang. He'd like to know
what's going on. He said you had

surveillance on a Mark Evans studio.

Sir? He saw Sam Phillips walking with
the same evidence on the Heath.

Yeah, well, Sam Phillips is doing some
undercover work, trying to befriend

Evans. Define befriend.

I'm monitoring this very closely.

Too closely.

What?

George Phillips.

George Phillips.

An unmarried, middle -aged man with a
lying and expensive suit.

And the stale whiff of a past. Even the
resilient Anna appears to have jumped

ship. What exactly am I being accused of
here?

Favoritism?

Improper behavior?

Or trying the best bloody way I know to
land a man who I suspect of being a

perverted serial killer? Don't give me
that crap.

This is exactly why I didn't want you
here. You work for Frank Burnside and no

one else. You don't care about anybody
as long as you get a result.

Well, come on, Arthur.

You should have been hitting golf balls
in the Elgarve years ago.

Aditi Phillips is only just starting
out. She'd swim in shit for you.

Everything is being done by the book.

Do you think I want to screw up the
CPS's case?

If anything goes wrong... Oh, don't tell
me.

You'll hang me out to dry.

Cases like these can ruin careers,
remember that. We can't afford another

murder, Detective Chief Inspector,
especially not a woman undercover

Come in.

I want to apologise.

You know what makes me really angry
about all this?

I don't know why I went along with it in
the first place.

You put a case for and against.

I didn't scream, this is absurd.

Maybe it was positive discrimination.

If a male officer had wanted to strip in
front of a female in the same

circumstances, I wouldn't have objected.

Maybe I didn't want to be seen as some
repressed. retro -feminist.

As long as Sam's comfortable with it.

My son likes to run around without his
nappy, but I wouldn't like him to do it

in front of the patients.

Off the record, how vulnerable is Sam?

Vulnerable?

Stable.

Isn't it a bit late to be asking that
question?

This is standard undercover procedure. I
had no idea where it was leading.

Bullshit.

Warning bells must have gone off right
from the start.

You could have put the brakes on any
time. The question you should be asking

why didn't you?

Are you saying I'm on some kind of power
trip? I mean, it isn't a game. I'm not

enjoying it.

Whatever is going on here, there's much
to do with you and Sam as it is the

killer.

Are you suggesting I'm giving her one?

Do you want to?

No.

Must be like watching a female version
of a young you.

I was never that crazy.

I think you've just answered your own
question.

How stable is Sam?

You sanctimonious bastard!

What?

The only thing you didn't tell him about
was the tie.

You'd have made yourself an extra 50
grand there, Dave.

You think that was me? You don't approve
that the whole thing has to go down the

pan? If you think you're screwing this
up for me, you're well offside.

Thank you, Samantha.

Dave? Before you start, I didn't go near
the press.

I believe you.

This whole thing has blown wide open.

From now on, every arsehole from the
Home Office downwards is going to be

scrutinising this investigation.

We just keep quiet about Evans.

Oh, yeah.

I'm sure Dave is going to keep quiet for
you after that little outburst. And

Anna?

They're not going to jeopardise their
career.

Once we close the case, the top brass
will be so busy getting their forces

taken, they won't care how we did it.
What do you mean, close the case?

You keep telling me that Mark Evans is
going to deliver, reveal his great dark

secret. Well, I'll go back. He will.

Will you get it through your thick head?

This is over.

Finished.

Screwed. Look, if I don't go back, Evans
will realise I suspect him and we'll

lose any chance we've got of landing
him.

He shaved you, for Christ's sake.

I think there's a chance that he might
reckon that you suspect him.

He won't care.

He'll think I'm impressed.

Psycho babble.

An unstable murderous asked you for a
date.

You might get a result, or your life
might be endangered.

What would you do?

If you die, I'll lose more than my
pension.

Then you'd miss me.

Like a hernia.

What are you going to do if they boot
you out?

Prop up the bar at your local?

Another pathetic ex -cop or drone and on
about how he used to be somebody.

All right, this is the bottom line.

I want this bastard.

And I want to keep the pension.

That's the remit.

Yes, sir.

From now on, you don't make a move
without a wire.

Sir.

I'd be tricky if I'm naked.

I've requisitioned a credit card
transmitter.

Don't cover the mic, otherwise the
transmission is broken.

I'll be outside.

Alone?

No. I've got to bring some pals with me.

We may need backup.

It's just... Evans and me, it gets
personal.

He's hardly likely to shave you again.

I know.

It's just...

I don't want anyone else listening.

Only you.

It's all going to be on tape.

I'll deal with that later.

All right.

They bring their own transport and no
listening devices.

They're going to have that door down in
30 seconds.

Thanks.

Don't thank me.

You could be dead in less.

Mum, it's me.

I just wanted to see... I just wanted to
see if you were OK.

Nice tie.

You don't normally wear a tie.

I wanted to look good for you.

We've all done things.

I did something.

You think that compares?

No.

But maybe there were reasons.

Reasons why he killed.

You mean like his dad didn't understand
him?

Maybe.

Could be me, then.

I could be the killer.

You're the killer.

You tell me what it feels like.

I'll tell you how I feel seeing you
standing over me, knowing that I'm

powerless.

What do you do with her hair?

And sit tight.

No, you didn't.

Someone's... Oh, no!

Take your clothes off.

What?

I'm not sure.

Please.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, shit.

Oh, God. Cancel that! Cancel!

Oh, God.

Oh,

God.

Oh, I laugh.

Mark?

Great story for your mates.

What? Oh, it was a disappointment.

If I was a baby, if I was a real man, do
you think that would help ten pints a

night? It was lovely.

It was a mess.

For what?

It was a beautiful mess. I was out of
control.

I didn't know what I was doing.

The away match in Peterborough?

The one that took Jerry Forbes out of
the frame for the Eileen Murdoch murder?

What about it? I went back to the club.

One thing they'd forgotten to tell us.

Due to a police request because of
suspected crowd trouble, they brought

start forward.

Kick -off was at 11am.

What time did Jerry Forbes get back to
London?

Three o 'clock.

Enough time to get to Southend and
murder Eileen Murdoch?

Exactly.

He could have done all four of them.

Give you an extra buzz, did it?

Knowing you were screwing a serial
killer.

Me, sat outside like some sodding pimp
listening to it.

He was impotent.

Even his wife said he was impotent. I
heard you.

You stupid cow!

If that wasn't entrapment... Did you put
a tyre around my neck?

That wasn't in the papers.

He's the killer.

Do you want me to play that tape down
headquarters?

Do you want that splashed across the
tabloids? The links that I'll go to to

my man?

What's the point?

He's not going to do it again.

What? I've solved the problem.

He can shag.

Why would he want to kill again?

What are you saying?

That you slept with the killer?

And made him so sodding ecstatic that he
now wants to give it all up without

giving us a scrap of evidence.

Yep.

As from now, you're on sick leave.

What is it, you can't bring yourself to
look at me now? I'm just another Tom.

You just leave it out, Samantha.

I didn't expect the Madonna and whore
bollocks from you. Yeah?

Well, I'm giving you another order.

I want you to ring Evans and stand him
up.

And just pray that he gets angry, feels
inadequate and goes out looking for

another victim.

I'd have more impact if I did it face to
face.

You can forget that.

I've already given you enough rope to
hang the two of us.

What about the tape?

Tough stock.

Can't hear a thing.

You look like you could do with
something stronger.

She'll be fine.

Where's Tommy?

Out for the night.

He's got a spitting image of his dad.

Yeah. There he is.

Did Barry know?

About the way we felt about each other.

If it's guilt that's driving you to get
Ronnie Buchan, you needn't worry.

Barry hadn't a clue.

Larry was the best.

Even when things were bad, he always
made me feel safe.

Yeah.

But when I was near you, I never gave
him a thought.

I'd have wished it all for someone.

Sexual infatuation.

Crazy.

The oblivion of a kiss.

to stop us now?

It's late.

I'll call, I promise.

I buried my ghosts years ago, Frank.

You're the only one that's bothered now.

Is Sam okay?

Why shouldn't she be?

She's on.

D .C. Phillips was seen leaving Mark
Evans' studio in a distressed state.

Yeah, but a couple of days away from
here and she'll be fine.

Are you coming? Why not?

I'm in the mood for a good funeral.

I thought you could move in.

OK, I know I'm rushing this. No, I
can't.

You need time. No, I don't.

Yesterday... It was crap.

I lied.

You heard?

Yeah. Well, that's women for you.

We're all with him.

that the Lord Jesus Christ will change
our mortal bodies to be like his in

glory. For he is risen, the firstborn
from the dead.

So let us commend Louise to the Lord,
that the Lord may embrace her in peace

raise up her body on the last day.

Lord God, whose days are without end and
whose mercy is beyond counting, keep us

mindful that life is short and the hour
of our death unknown.

Was it you?

Sorry. You ruined our lives, you
bastard!

You rotten hell!

So what are you sorry about, Jerry?

Apparently you knew about the tie.

Mark Evans.

Well, that was for nothing.

Don't, please, just don't say anything,
okay?

Jerry Forbes.

Is this not right? I mean, is it?

You think it's right?

Do you buy it?

You love Louise very much. didn't you?

She loved you too.

She looked up to you.

Admired you.

We found some poems.

What?

He is my saint.

If I died loving him, no God would deny
me heaven.

You took the girl you loved, strangled
her,

Then once you stopped breathing, you
mutilated her.

Yeah.

I don't believe you, Jerry.

I'm telling you, I killed her. How did
you kill her, Jerry?

With a tie.

You were waiting until she was 16 to
make love.

You cared about her.

No, I didn't.

I didn't fancy her.

That lovely pretty face.

You cared about her. No, I didn't.

I didn't take care of her. Looked like
it to me.

Well, it's because you're stupid because
you don't know. What don't I know,

Jerry?

You were her saint.

What don't I know?

I was too late.

Too late for what?

To save her.

I wasn't going to meet her.

The phone rang.

By the time... What happened on the
Heath, Cherry?

I saw her.

She was lying there with a tie.

Her skirt was... I thought it hasn't
happened.

I'll go back home and wait.

So I went back home and waited.

All night.

She was out there alone.

And I just waited.

I don't remember any part of it.

I never said Louise wrote it.

I don't think Mark Evans is the killer.
He is.

I went back.

What?

There is a secret in his face.

What's he on about?

Does he know where you live?

Of course not.

Well, go home and stay there.

I'll organise a search warrant.

Right. You take the flat.

And you.

You and I check downstairs.

Any film of Sam, bag it.

I'm not destroying evidence.

I'm not asking you to.

I don't want Dent and his lot slobbering
over it.

Need a hand?

Yeah. You can open this.

Here. Badly enabled.

Hello? Yeah,

come up.

Go.

I've got a surprise.

It's a very good idea.

Go inside.

Mum, please don't say anything.

The commander's okay with extra
resources.

We shall pick him up any time.

I'll give Sam a ring.

I thought we were special.

We were.

You're police.

Mark, think about it.

Policewomen don't sleep with suspects.

I risked my career for you.

Don't you think if I was going to turn
you in, I would have done it before now?

It's somebody else.

Liar. Okay.

First it was just a job.

You know, but later when I got to know
you and the things we did, how could I

tell them that?

How could I tell them what we did?

Please, Mark, just listen to me.

I knew exactly who you were.

And I still made love with you.

You said it was crap.

I was frightened.

I laughed me too fast.

Turn that thing off.

I love you.

Why do you all think saying I love you
makes it right?

I don't.

My mum said she loved me.

Julie said she loved me.

This is Burnside.

Get over to Sam's flat now.

Evans is there.

You think it's just you?

Something happened to me.

I wish it was a lie.

I wish I could go back.

But I can't.

You're in my life.

We're in each other's lives.

She told me she killed you.

Mum. You should have been nicer to her.

Parents should be nice to their
children.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Isn't it?

It's just me and you now.

Not quite.

Why don't I kill your mum for you?

You love me.

If I loved you, I'd kill her.

Cut him! Well, get the paramedics here,
quick!

Well, don't you understand? Their stumps
are bleeding!

Let's get inside and blow.

Or is it just a faggot's blood?

I'm sorry, Mum.

Are you all right?

going to happen about the photos?

We've got a solid result.

If they're used, it'll be in private.

The superintendent's very pleased.

What about you and me?

How do you mean?

You know things about me too.

It was a job.

The case is closed.

You do realise Evans will tell the court
that you slept with him?

He'll believe me.

Everyone knows he's impotent.

And he failed.

You're going to see your mum?

Later.

I'll buy you a drink, sir.

Okay, give me a couple of hours. No,

Tony, you won't. What? You've got to
disappear or you're dead.

Vickers is setting up a deal with some
Georgians based in Berlin.

So what's in it for Vickers? We're
talking £20 billion a year.

I don't believe it. Ronnie Buchan.

20 years I've been waiting to nick him.
Now he's walking right in a mine net.