All language subtitles for Without Motive s02e04 Seeing Ghosts

Tell me about this new bloke of yours.

Why? Are you jealous?

Oh, and how did Betty let you down?

She didn't give me my alibi.

He wanted me to say we were at the
panto.

Well, I never trusted him.

In the case of Mr Mowbray, there is no
case to answer.

Mr Henderson, you are formally committed
to Bristol Crown Court to stand trial.

I'm fine.

I'm totally fine.

Has it been photographed?

Yeah.

It's fresh from it.

She's obviously trying to clear it up.

It was very pith.

Do you want to see a coffee, Jack?

Coffee?

She was making coffee.

Instant coffee, sugar, coffee jars open.
She took sugar, didn't she?

Yeah. Looks like the fridge.

Do you want me to bag this?

No, leave it for Prince.

Remember the last time you were in here?

I don't know, a couple of days ago, I...
Wasn't there another photograph on the

fridge? I think there was.

Can you remember what it was of?

I'm not sure.

Garth, I think he's taken a photograph
off the fridge.

If he hasn't, we'll find it. If he has,
she might have the negative value of

someone.

All I can do for now, prelim show hammer
and knife.

You've got all you want with her. We'll
bag her up and do the PM at noon, all

right? Yeah.

See you all later.

We dropped her off around 10.

She came in, dropped her keys, crashed
on the sofa, woke up spewing, went to

loo, spewed some more, went to the
kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee,

the taste out of her mouth.

The doorbell rang.

She probably thought it was us.

34.

The 35 incoming and outgoing answer
machine tapes from lounge.

No sign of forced entry.

First hammer blow here.

Forensics reckon splatters on the
ceiling from the hammer pulled back.

Then what?

Came in, drove her back, lamp smashed.
No, the lamp was normally over there.

must have thrown it at him.

Maybe she got him.

Which forensics? Alf?

Yeah? Do a proper job on the lamp. Might
have some of our visitor on it. Okay.

And second, have a blow over here.

Then he dragged her into the bedroom.

Good, then.

Bone off and bloody fingerprints.

They'd be hurt.

I'd try to get help.

It is Margaret.

We've got the full team.

Fingerprints, chemist, biologist,
photographers, pathologist.

Fifty cadets stood by for first light.
Nothing's going to be left to chance.

Friends, neighbours, traders, anyone and
everyone.

Don't worry, Ronnie.

Inch by inch, every hair, every speck of
dust will turn her flat and her life...

Stop talking about it and bloody get on
with it, you clown!

You're finished, Eric.

Do you understand?

Finished!

Exhibit and photography, sir.

Forensics are going to be in there for a
couple of days, yeah.

I thought you'd given up.

13 years ago.

When Stuart was born.

Good enough time as any to start again.

How are you doing?

Just tired.

Monty?

Mon?

Right, ladies and gents.

I want blood in 36 hours, max, and DNA
in 72.

I want the labs called every six hours
to make sure they're on schedule.

I want prints catalogued and full
searches against local index base within

days. That includes all Jackson
associates.

And I want nationwide searches complete
in ten days.

Now, I don't want any excuses for
anything.

I just want results.

Right, Lynn.

Sort out friends, family and the new
boyfriend so we can exclude the prince.

Jack, are you up to the PM?

Yeah, of course.

And Lynn?

Leave here at half eleven.

He's still there?

Who? Stocks.

Was he here?

Either that or I'm seeing ghosts.

Didn't come and... Gloat?

No.

I don't think he's the gloating sort.

At least you can say that for him.

No, no.

There's no reason he'd want to talk to
me.

Not until he delivers the final blow.

Do you remember what happened to Hugh
Owen last year when he finished him off?

Stocksy couldn't even look him in the
eye.

Cleaning up was down to me.

Who's that going to be down to this
time, one? You?

Go off.

Owen went with two women on his
conscience.

Prostitutes.

In here, gents.

It's just the roving room.

Linda, you don't need to come in.

Is this the woman you found at Flat 7,
22 Grand Point Lane?

Yes, sir.

That's the woman.

You don't need to stay if you don't want
to.

You can go.

The body has been identified by P .C.
Buckley, first uniformed officer at the

scene. We have...

A well -nourished white adult woman,
approximately 5 feet 6 inches in height.

Rigor mortis complete.

Hypostasis faint.

Brownish discoloration of sclery of the
eyes.

She has multiple stab wounds and one
large ventral cut.

Three stab wounds on the right arm.

One appears to be a through -and
-through wound, starting from the ulnar

the wrist.

It measures 3 .3 centimetres in length,
being on the radial side, parallel to

the creases of the wrist.

The second stab wound is not edged,
measuring 1 .4 centimetres.

Some of these arm wounds are clearly
defensive.

Large laceration to right side of head.

Blunt instrument.

No evidence hammer was cause of death.

Right breast almost severed from torso.

Okay. Let's open the body.

Fifteen. Stab between third and fourth
rib, going upwards immediately into

lobe of left lung.

Stabbing track through.

Eight to ten centimeters long. Sixteen.
It follows a similar track. It goes

downwards. Appearance suggests a single
-edged cutting weapon.

17.

Cut through the pericardium and left
ventricle, responding in the

interventricular septum.

Liver shows no sign of injury.

Stab between third and fourth rib of a
sponge.

Genital tract shows no sign of injury.

Jack.

Come here, darling.

Come on.

You're shivering.

It's just been a mad day.

You've drunk too much to drive. You're
out of it, Jack.

I'll get a cab.

Why don't you stay?

I want you to stay.

For company.

I should never have gone to the

boat, Mort.

I didn't really think about her.

I thought about myself.

About how I'd never really loved her.

How I'd used her.

I feel so ashamed.

Senior officer from the M4 murder team
goes writing a book on the inquiry.

That'd be you, Derek.

It's rather untimely and a serious
breach of conduct and illegal.

Did I say yes?

You didn't say no, Derek.

Did money change hands?

Of course not.

On top of everything else...

Ronnie? Hmm?

Is that it?

It's all it.

Can I go?

Yes.

Don't you want to know how the
investigation into Margaret's murder is

Have you got anything?

You get magazines, shorts and
fingerprints.

We've done a list of things.

Lynn.

Do a diary.

Keep the little list there. Jim, answer
your machine tapes when you get here.

Well, then get on with it. I need those
numbers and I need them now.

Oh, Jack.

You've done initial work on the
exhibits.

Is Chloe up to speed?

As good as, yeah. I want you and Trev
back on the Jackson angle. Family and

associates. Did you get anywhere with
the big bird? Very, very.

Nothing of it.

Have another look. Prints, alibis, get
her excluded.

Spite, I want the book pulled.

Pulled.

Indefinitely postponed.

Derek, I appreciate you're upset, but...
Upset?

We've invested a small fortune in this.
The artwork's done for the covers, the

proofs. Yeah, well... Well, we need to
run it on the back of all the interest.

Where's your cane, Spate?

One of my officers is lying on a slab in
a mortuary and you're banging on about

us missing out on publicity.

If I choose to publish... Don't cross
me, Spate.

Badass.

I mean, whatever happened before.

It hardly seems important now, does it?

No.

How are you feeling?

It's hard to say, really.

Do you like it?

I'm OK.

I was wondering if you wanted to come
and have tea with us.

Yeah, I'd love that.

You can come now if you like.

The children are both there.

It's a back bowl.

I'm sorry, Fanny.

I'd love to, but... Yeah.

The counsellor said that I should try
and put the kids to the back of my mind.

Focus on the two of us.

I think that's what I realised if it
hadn't been for the kids we'd have split

years ago.

I just don't want to lose them.

You won't.

You'll always be their father.

I never had a dad.

I didn't know that.

Why would you?

But I think that's why I swore that I'd
never leave them.

Didn't want them ending up like me.

Jack.

They've got two loving parents who don't
get on.

It's not that unusual.

Jack? Oh, great.

Thanks. I'll see you later.

And the 22nd of May?

It was Dawn Panicelli.

I was working the night shift, 10 to 6.
I'm on the roster.

Very good.

And what about the 23rd of December,
1999?

In Colfax, I was at a pantomime.

Betty, we asked you about that some time
ago, do you remember?

Yes. Well, Robert Jackson said that you
were his alibi, and you said that you

weren't at a panto then.

Yes.

You had a lump removed.

Yes.

Then I thought about it, and I decided I
was at a panto that night.

You can't make things up for these
dates.

You're meant to give us a definite
account of your whereabouts with proof,

possible. Do you understand?

I know.

So, do you still say that you're in a
panto?

Yes.

Fraser Hines in Cardiff? Yes.

And you can prove that? Yes.

How?

Well, Robert Jackson will say I was with
him.

Are you trying to wind us up here?

You said you couldn't give him an alibi
for that date, and now you're saying

he's your alibi?

How the hell can you not be his alibi
and still say that he's yours?

Jack.

Jack. I'll handle it.

I thought I was here voluntarily.

Leave a message and I'll get back to you
as soon as I can.

Hello, Maggie. It's your mum.

Are you there, love?

Pick up the phone if you are.

I told her to come back tomorrow after
she's had time to think.

Like you said, you can handle it.

She's not trying to take the piss, you
know. She's just really, really thick.

Hey, babe, it's Doug. I'll call you
later.

Brother.

Piss off, please, or I'll be stuck with
Jim Bolter breathing over me all night.

Oh, would you really love me?

Well, it's just your breath after ten
pints. I think you'll be all right.

What time was that?

Sixes? Yeah, the mobile number, 077009.

Maybe we should have another look at
Jackson's old man.

Yeah, all of them, I guess.

Family, mates, associates.

We'll chase them all up.

It was... It was... It

hadn't been going on for very long.

We were really fantastically happy.

But now... You don't have to tell me.

No. I don't suppose I do.

That's it, then.

Now I pay.

What a mess.

I loved her, you know.

We were going to go to the house in
France and forget all this shit and

be together.

Déjeuner sur l 'herbe.

I would have left Angela.

And frankly, Derek, bollocks to the lot
of them!

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, you need a bit of time to think
things through.

I'll be getting that.

Is your motor downstairs?

Yeah.

A la prochaine, madame et monsieur.

What does that mean?

Goodbye.

Oh, yes, Christmas 1999.

Vintage year, that was. Well, I mean, he
is the best patent in the business.

I think that we opened on the, um...

28th of December.

Oh, yes, here we are. Yes.

The 28th of December to the 20th of
February.

Well, that's it, then.

What is it?

Well, somebody said they came to see the
show on the 23rd of December.

Well, that's possible.

But you just said... A previous half
price from the 19th to the 23rd of

December.

You probably won't remember, but,
well...

She said that someone was sick on her.

Chocolate eclairs.

Just, um... Come with me for a moment.

Miss him?

We've been at each other's throats for
the best part of 15 years.

Of course I'll miss the old bastard.

Bit of envy and all.

Why's that?

Oh, cos he's free and I'm still... If
you think this gets me out of the firing

line... Still got that court case coming
up, remember?

Oh, yeah.

Criminal negligence.

No grades after you.

And now Ronnie Stocks.

Who would have thought it?

Him and her.

Still,

he'll keep his pension.

It's me.

It's out of the limb.

Health is the only option.

Heart? No.

Not heart.

Gallstone.

Better.

What is it?

What's the matter?

Who's playing bloody silly games?

It's only a birthday card.

Is it signed?

No.

It's not the first. The last one came,
what, two months ago?

A couple of days after Alastair Wood.

It said seven. There have been two
deaths since.

Now it's nine.

Nine for nine murders.

Where's the other card?

I binned it.

I thought it was from some joker on the
team trying to wind me up.

Get it forensicated, Mont.

The works.

Sorry to keep you, gentlemen.

Now the 23rd of December, 1999.

The 23rd.

Mr O 'Hara laid for the half.

Mr. O 'Hara intoxicated.

Look, this is all very interesting.

There. Curtain held till 7 .38.

You've taken ill in the upper circle.

You know, I think I remember this. I'm
sure we gave her some comps.

Ah, here we are.

Complimentary tickets to Miss Andrews
and Mr. Jackson.

Mr. Jackson?

The man who was with her.

Do you remember what he looked like?

Well, um, she was very large, and he was
small.

That one.

Which one?

That one.

I believe that's her. How certain would
you be?

85 %?

More.

No, um, that's her. I'm sure, I'm pretty
sure.

Yeah. That's it.

I'd like you to look at some more
photographs.

I've seen him.

Which one?

Him.

Is it him?

You tell me, Mr Jones.

Well, he looks familiar.

But then again, he looks like that bloke
who killed all them women.

Is it him?

The murderer?

Mr Jackson?

My God.

It is him.

He was at my theatre, my God.

Do you believe that the man you're
looking at, photograph number four, was

your theatre on the 23rd of December,
1999?

Yes. Yes, I do believe that.

He killed all those women.

That just puts James...

Would you have been aware if either of
those two people had left the theatre

before the end of the pantomime?

They didn't.

They were given the complimentary
tickets at the end of the show.

She, Miss Andrews, she complained, you
see.

I've got the chitneys they both signed
for the comps.

Definitely after the show.

Well, whatever happens, Gordon, I've got
to keep the pension.

Yeah, what else?

If the worst comes to the worst, well, I
reckon...

180. No, no, no, listen, I've got a
daughter, yeah.

Just started at Liverpool University.

But listen, if I go early on medical
grants, well, gallstones,

well, at least suspected gallstones.

Yeah, all right.

I'll phone you back, Gordon.

We have two witnesses and written
evidence that

seem... No, do.

Prove that Robert Jackson was in Cardiff
at the time Ann Colfax was murdered.

Absolute proof, I'd say.

The prosecution against Jackson was run
on the basis that all the murders were

connected. This new evidence means the
conviction is unsafe.

We're going to have to get in touch with
the CPS.

Get it sorted soon as.

And it gets worse.

This witness, Betty Andrews, one of our
officers, a woman, interviewed

her before the trial.

Now, we don't know what she said to that
officer or why the information was

never entered into the system, but it
never was.

Cover up.

Looks that way, so yes.

Actually, I'd say it's worse than that,
Gough.

Someone on this inquiry deliberately
withheld information that would have put

Jackson in the clear.

Find out who it was.

Check all the duty statements, line by
line.

Don't discuss it with anyone.

For now, it's just between the three of
us.

Gordon?

Yeah, it's Derek again.

Looks like the panic's over.

What are you doing?

Oh, just a few things to finish off.

Will you come back tonight?

You know I'd like you to.

Yeah, I just don't know how long this is
going to take.

Oh, so I didn't park the audition then?

What?

Don't be silly, Lynn. It wasn't like
that.

It wasn't like that, but you don't want
to see me again.

No, that is not what I'm saying.

All right, Lynn.

See you in the morning.

Got him under the cosh, then?

Sort of, yeah.

We'll maybe see you for a drink then
later, Jack.

Yeah, I'll try.

Great.

Oh, no.

30th of July. Call in. Elizabeth
Andrews. Address, telephone number.

Information relating to suspect.

Visit the Grains Mews Bristol same
evening, 7 .30pm.

Then it's marked different coloured ink.
No further action.

Who is it?

It's Margaret Walkinshaw.

Hey, better late than never.

Hey, hey.

At least let me get through the door.
I've missed you.

Are you pissed?

What does it matter? Just hold on a
minute.

Oh.

Well, it was a different story when you
were playing the little boy lost card.

Lynn. But okay.

Fine, just say what you want to say.
Finish it all off. I'm a big girl.

I work all night.

And I am very tired.

Do you want a cup of coffee?

Yeah, why not?

Not because I don't want to be here.

Lynn, come here. Come on.

Come on.

I know.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Lynn.

We were going for the duty statement.

Margaret went to visit a witness that
would have given Robert Jackman his...

But she never followed it up.

She either ignored it, or... she buried
it on purpose.

Does Anderson know?

No. But he ruled it by nine o 'clock
this morning.

It had to come out sooner or later.

But she's dead!

Don't worry, Jack.

Let's go to my office.

Monty's brought me up to speed.

I have to say, Jack, I sympathise.

I mean, we all know it's possible to
form a special, personal friendship

within the job.

I mean, we're all devastated by
Margaret's death.

The saddest aspect is that she formed a
part.

Of her own death.

That is how they're going to read it,
whether we like it or not.

She was negligent.

And sadly, it cost her.

Maybe if some of us had got our acts
together a bit earlier, then... Well, if

all followed our instincts, I mean, it
all might have turned out differently.

I never had Jackson down for all those
killings. Neither did you, Monk, did

Ronnie Stocks on the other end. Oh,
yeah, and me, of course, right?

You're one of our best officers, Jack.
But that isn't going to stop you rubbing

my nose in it, is it?

What are you going on about?

You're going to spread the shit around
so as little as possible sticks to you,

right?

Where are you coming from? I don't want
an argument.

No, then what is this?

Yes, I was wrong about Jackson.

But so were you, Monty.

And so were you, sir.

I'm missing the point, aren't I?

This is about covering our arses.

Keeping our pensions safe.

I never heard that.

Deaf ear.

Oh, right.

And are we going to turn a deaf ear to
what Margaret did?

Or are we going to rub her memory in the
dirt as well?

Choice.

The CPS and the rest are going to go
over all this with a fine -tooth comb.

They've got an ear in tomorrow.

Jackson will probably be out on the
weekend.

And then the proverbial is really going
to hit the air conditioning.

Hi, it's me.

No, not really.

Look, I was just wondering if the offer
of something to eat was still standing?

Yeah, great.

Yeah, well, about half six.

Yeah, good.

Well, I'll see you then.

Bye.

Thought we'd done?

Hardly.

I heard Sal showed up at the section
house.

Bit of a turn -up, innit?

Well, I wouldn't know, Jim, you tell me.

Got to be, innit?

I mean, something like this happens,
Margaret, well, you either learn from it

you don't.

Grow, you know what I mean?

Listen, we're mates, right?

And this won't go no further.

But this thing with Lin, why don't you
just bang it on the head, eh?

Yeah, well, that's easier said than
done, isn't it?

I can't make you out, mate.

I can't.

If that was me, I'd just want to go home
and pull the drawbridge up.

You know what I mean?

All right, then, stay put. Just get
yourself better.

Yeah, if you want.

We're fabulous.

We don't want to tell them what this is
about.

OK, thank you.

That was the lab, Scuff.

Got the result on your DNA.

Well?

Nothing. No spit in the stamp? Nothing?

Water.

Thanks, Jim.

Lynn Harris wants an appointment with a
pair of us at close of play.

What's she after?

A search mate, didn't say.

Bad time?

No.

Not at all.

Welcome.

I'm Assistant Chief Constable David
Ashdown. I'm assuming overall command of

this investigation.

I've been on two long -haul murder
inquiries.

They take a terrible toll.

How great at all depends upon whether
the investigation is a success or not.

If we fail, many of you will be
tormented by it for the rest of your

will also probably be next to useless to
the job.

The only true remedy is success.

Thank you.

Ladies, gents.

They want you back.

It's that simple.

And you?

What do you want?

I'm not sure if you want to hear what I
think.

It might make saying what you've come to
say more difficult.

I haven't come here to say anything,
Sally.

But isn't it enough that when things are
as bad as they can be like now that

this is where I want to be?

That never changed, has it?

What if I said I thought we should try
again?

I don't know, Sally.

I don't know anything anymore.

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

Celebrating. Celebrating what, for
Christ's sake?

I've resigned.

Have you got a death wish?

You left the front door wide open. By my
job, by my Monty, by my Henderson.

You left the front door open. Why?

I knew you'd come.

What if I hadn't?

But you did.

The murder of Margaret Walkinshaw will
be treated as a separate inquiry by

detectives who have not worked on the M4
killings.

Look,

you're not the only one that's hurting.

I am too, remember?

People have a right to know what's going
on.

I'm here to ensure that my office will
catch this man.

Is Jackson going to sue?

Do we have to watch all of them?

That's the job, mate. I was putting out
the rubbish.

I found these.

You can't just throw them away, then.
You're looking at the man who killed

Margaret Walkinshaw and Anka Morgan.