All language subtitles for The Detectives s03e04 On Thin Ice

Yes.

You know, of course, that my client will
deny everything.

It's her word against his.

You can't let him get away with it.

But you'd better go through.

Without other witness, you don't have a
leg to stand on.

He's right, of course, Frank.

What do you mean?

Why don't you sit down?

I don't want to sit down. That man has
ruined my chances of competing in the

European Championships, just so his
precious girlfriend can take my place.

Now that I'm injured, Sarah Reeves takes
my seat on the plane to Europe. We need

more evidence.

But she's given positive ID.

It won't be enough to guarantee a
conviction, not without corroboration.

So what's our next move, sir?

Arrest him.

Doesn't anyone believe me?

You say he did it so his girlfriend can
take your place.

Can you prove that Mitchell is having a
relationship with this other skater?

Everybody knows.

People have seen them together.

Which people?

Oh, the people in the British team.

And do you think that any of them will
give evidence against their own coach?

Unless you can prove his motive.

What do you suggest we do, sir?

Release him. What?

Let him go.

The press will crucify us. Let him go
and have him followed.

If we can get proof that he really is
having an affair with this other skater,

we'll have a case.

But until then, he's a free man.

Just do it, Frank.

You know, Bob, some people only watch
this sport to see people fall over.

Sport?

This isn't a sport.

It is.

It's in the Olympic Games.

Yes, I was walking fast with your bum
sticking out.

It's a proper sport.

Anybody could do this.

I did this myself when I was at school.

Aycox Green mixed junior and infant
skidder champion, three years on the

Forgive me, Robert, I can't help feeling
that you're missing some of the

nuances.

There is more to this than vanishing the
soles of your flimsolls and skidding

across a frozen puddle.

This is like ballet.

Grace and posture.

Fluid movement.

Oh, she nearly went then.

Oh, it's all over!

You enjoying the show, lads?

Yes, very nice.

It's all right. You haven't missed
anything. No one's fallen over.

Not yet.

You know, I could make an official
complaint about police harassment.

Harassment?

We're just watching the skating, aren't
we, Bob?

Yeah.

Well, if you're really going to follow
me everywhere I go, you're going to have

to learn one or two new tricks.

Come on, Bob.

Remember what the super said.

Come on.

Now let him out right straight.

To James, without whom the British
skating team simply couldn't function.

He's our coach, our fixer, our driver,
and our number one supporter.

Here's to him. Cheers.

Oh,

wow, isn't this cosy?

Stay where you are, Sarah, or I'll break
your knee as well.

Oh, Emily, how is your knee?

I never did quite fit in, did I?

Perhaps I should have taken you up on
your offer.

Remember, James?

Come back to my place and we'll talk
about some interesting new positions.

Oh, didn't he tell you, Sarah?

Well, he tried it on with me first.

But I didn't realise then that sleeping
with a coach was part of the

qualification procedure.

Oh, Emily, why don't you go home and
rest?

You can watch the finals on television
like everyone else.

You're not going to get away with this!

It isn't frostbite.

It's just badly bruised.

Oh, dang, what is that stuff?

Hang on.

This is Vic.

That's all there was in the first aid
box.

Vic? Well, at least I won't be getting
an irritating, tickly cough in me knee

now, will I?

Granted, I am not actually a doctor. I
was a very sickly child.

I personally found the smell of Vic very
comforting.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's my leg.

I'm having trouble with the clutch.
Look, I've had a really bad day.

And it's about to get much, much worse.

Here, coppers.

Out of your pocket.

You're the two policemen that arrested
James.

Emily Ford?

Oh, God, I didn't do that, did I? Oh,
no, he just had a little skating

I've got Vic in me cot.

So you are taking Mitchell seriously?

Don't you worry your pretty little head
about Mitchell. We're on his case, all

right. Everywhere he goes, he'll be
followed.

Every little move he makes, he'll be
tracked.

There he is. With the aid of state -of
-the -art electronic surveillance

equipment and our own finely -tuned wolf
-like instinct for the chase, we will

stick to that man like... Like...

To see things that stick to rocks on
holiday.

Olympics. Did you just get in the car?

No, madam.

You don't have to worry. Just thank God
that we're out there.

Where are you going?

I'm going after Mitchell.

Look, he's getting away.

Get in this car. I don't think yours
will make it.

Cruciate ligament was damaged.

Cruciate ligament?

And was the bone fractured? Changed.

Yes, it was.

What are you getting at?

Well, did it look anything like this?

It's not broken.

If it was broken, you wouldn't be able
to wiggle your toes.

I can't wiggle my toes.

Look, there she is.

No, she can't. You're just keeping them
still deliberately.

Come on, now.

This little piggy wants a little.

What's he doing?

Every Wednesday, he's trying to eat me
for the extra tuition.

Do you want to get some Vic on this new
of yours, you know?

Ah, gotcha.

Yes, Bob.

Cleared this one up nicely.

play in sports, but should we?

I mean, little Emily, she can't get into
the British team because she refused to

get her leg over with the coach.

Well, I won't be getting my leg over
anything for a big, big month.

When does that Dr. Fives get here?

He's finished reconstructing that bungee
jumper.

I hope he blots his hands.

Speak of the devil.

Welcome to the dungeon of death.

Edinburgh's got Burke in here.

We've got an airless Burke.

Hank upped yourself to a moving bus
again, bitten by a marmoset,

beaten up by a crocodile, a migrant
infant.

Broken me knee.

Eight graved his knee. I don't get paid
for patching you lot up, you know.

No desire to treat the living, not that
you're a liar, Louis.

God, would you make a fascinating...

You seem to be clinging to life in spite
of the utter futility and pointlessness

of your existence.

Well, look, we couldn't go out in the
daytime without turning into a pile of

faggash. Oh, putrefaction.

Is it?

No, but I just like saying it.

It's like gangrenous or necrotizing
fasciitis.

Is it bad?

You'll live, sadly.

I'll need to freeze it.

Nurse. Nurse, ice.

Bottom left -hand drawer.

So, what have you two been up to, eh?

Bishop of Durham, grant the absolute.

That wasn't our fault.

What's that smell?

He put this on me nape.

Not that. That's the Sunday roast. The
canteen freezer's broken down again.

Let's draw up. Anyway, it might interest
you to know of the Prince of Darkness.

that we have just solved a very
difficult case, haven't we, Bob?

Yes, we have.

It was similar to that case of the
American skaters. You know, Keir Ardy

Tanya?

Sonia?

You're the one.

Who's my name, Cole?

It's a wild stab in the dark, but it may
have something to do with advice.

Nobody can show me that those two are
not having an affair.

Ah, Briggs, Louis.

I want a word with you two.

You know, we only need a mouth organ. We
could be in a World War I field

hospital. Is it bad?

Tennis elbow.

Because you're over 40, love.

What did you want to see us about, sir?

Well, it's about the Emily Ford case.

Ha! You mean the now -solved Emily Ford
case.

Take a look at that.

Ipso facto.

Ergo, prima facie.

I took it, sir, even though the pain
from me leg was blinding. You liar, it

Emily. I mean, it was me.

Me.

Me.

He hit his head on the ice, sir. I took
it.

Good work, lad, but I'm afraid... Afraid
what, sir?

I'm afraid the Emily Ford case is
closed.

You bet it is. Pick up Mitchell, throw
him in a vat of acid.

No, I mean the investigation is
terminated. As of now, we've had some

from above.

The British Olympic Committee asked us
if we could see our way to holding off

the investigation until after the
European Championships in Zurich.

They said it wouldn't look good.

It wouldn't be good for morale for the
rest of our athletes.

Hang on.

Well done, Louis. Now you bust a stitch
in. No, never mind a stitch in. Just

until after the Championship.

You see, there's going to be a lot of
important people attending the Games.

Prime Minister, royalty.

They don't want a cloud hanging over the
event.

I see. I understand.

Robert, do you see what they're trying
to do?

No big thing. I smell the unmistakable
odour of corruption.

And mendacity.

And Vic.

I wonder what that smell was.

Just goes to show you, Bob, the Senate
of Fair Play is dead and vetted. You

can't just take it off the case just
like that.

He's given us his house -to -house
assignment on purpose, if the teachers

left with it.

It's not what you know, it's who you
know.

And it's what who you know knows about
what you know as well.

I know.

Who is it?

Police. They're making house -to -house
inquiries about a couple of bogus

callers who are operating in the area.

Can we come in?

Oh, I don't know about that.

There's been a lot of bogus callers
around here lately.

Yes, we know.

That's what we want to warn you about.

Have you got any identification?

Here you are, mate.

Anybody could make a... badge and put a
bit of writing on it.

Yes, we know.

That's what we want to warn you about.

We just want to come in for a little
chat, give you some advice.

We want to warn you about letting
strangers in without proper

Well, let us in.

No, I don't trust you.

But he's just shown you his ID.

The police told us. If in doubt, keep
them out. Yes.

That's what it says on our leaflet.

Look.

Anybody that don't get a leaflet
printed... Suspicious old git.

You can always make our case to the
chief super, you know. No, he's worse

the super. He won't do anything that
might affect his knighthood.

You wouldn't think, would you, watching
Ski Sunday with such a nest of vipers?

That's skiing, Bob.

Different sport.

Same thing, it's just at an angle.

Hello?

Police. We're investigating some bogus
callers who've been... Which one of you

is this supposed to be?

It's me.

Don't look like you.

Well, it was taken a long time ago.

You look like a different person.

Well, I've had a stressful few years.
Can we cut it?

What happened to your moustache?

I shaved it off.

Why?

I don't know. Fashion, vanity, dandruff
in me mouth.

Hang on.

When did you have a moustache?

What? I don't remember you having a
moustache. Well, I had one.

When? For God's sake, I don't know. Ten
years ago.

Well, I knew you ten years ago. I don't
remember you having a moustache.

I'm calling the police.

We are the police!

Of course, if this was the jelly, we'd
carry on anyway.

Carry on what?

Carry on with the investigation.

You know, the chief says, you're off the
case.

And you just go off and do it in your
spare time.

What, just to prove a point? Yeah.

Oh, hello, little girl.

What's your name?

Olivia.

Yes. I know you live here.

No, stupid.

That's my name.

Olivia.

OK, Olivia.

Is your mummy in?

No, but my daddy is.

What the hell do you want?

We're police officers and we're here to
warn you about... Have you got

identification?

No, the woman next door's got it. She
kept it by mistake. I'll go and get it.

Bob, have you got yours?

I've heard about you two.

Excuse me, madam, can I have my badge
back, please?

Don't let him in, Ivy!

He hasn't got identification!

That's because she's got it.

These two have been trying to get in my
house. The order two have been throwing

on the old ladies in their beds.

That's it.

That's why we're here.

I'll call the police.

Oi! Down down there!

Louis,

I'm curious.

You certainly are.

How do you turn simple house -to -house
inquiries into a scene from Death Wish

2? What is this, Louis?

Is it a genuine suicide attempt or
simply a cry for help?

You know, it might be worth organising a
stand to find out what your patients

really think of you.

I hope that's not embalming fluid you
put in on the air.

A bit of a grand title for your cranial
bum fluff, isn't it?

Hark who's talking, old desert dome.

I'm bored for a choice. I have the face
for it.

Your tonsorial crisis is an act of God,
hence the remaining tufts look like mold

growing on a crumpet.

It's amazing what you can do with a
needle and thread, isn't it?

Would you hold this for me?

an hour, I could meet you at 2K.

What's the matter?

Not in the mood for jokes today?

Things getting on top of you?

You look like someone's just died.

Not someone, something.

The Olympic spirit.

Oh, that.

Yes, that.

I'll tell you what they've done.

They've made us look ridiculous.

And what's Emily going to say?

Well, we'll find out soon enough. She
telephoned earlier.

to say she'd found some more evidence,
so told her to meet us here.

I'm not one to listen to gossip, but I
heard that the Emily Ford case was

closed.

We're going to look into it in our spare
time, aren't we, Dave? Yeah, like on

the telly.

Your superintendent isn't going to like
this.

Cobblers to the superintendent.

Cobblers to him.

Bob's idea, anyway.

No, it wasn't. It was yours.

So, just off the top of your heads, what
are you going to do next?

I'm sorry, love. I don't do passing
trade. I only accept people who are

dead. I've got these from Mitchell's
flat.

They're, um, love letters from Sarah.

The whole plot's in there.

Great. Let's call the super.

Have you got a phone here? No, no.

Just the super.

We can speak to Mitchell after, haven't
we? Good idea.

I know exactly where he is.

And there are two.

Let's go. Come on.

Hello, and welcome to Guildford. In just
under, what, ten minutes' time, the

British skating team will be performing
for the last time in front of their home

crowd before they jet off to Zurich and
the European Champs.

Superintendent Cotton.

Oh, hello. Hello. Dr. Fibes here.

How's the elbow?

Oh, good. Good.

Listen, I'm not one to gossip, but I've
just had Louis and Briggs in here.

And apparently, well, from what I can
gather... As you can hear, it's a packed

house, a full sell -out, and so many
people here to see the newcomer, Sarah

Reed, who's joined the squad after the
unfortunate accident to Emily Ford.

I want some relax.

Be all right. I know.

Why so tense?

What Emily said about you and her
earlier, it isn't true, is it?

You mean you believed her?

Come on, you keep your mind on the ice.
You're on in exactly one minute.

What are you doing here?

Recognise these cuddly knickers?

Come on, sir! Get him out there! Get him
out!

And now, the moment that so many people
have been waiting for, the climax of the

evening, the appearance of the newcomer,
Sarah Reed.

Now, according to all the free
publicity, she's going to be attempting

that have never been seen on the ice
before.

So, get ready for some fireworks.

Sarah Reed begins her performance.

You know, what's this?

Well, this is absolutely remarkable.

The audacity of this young lady. There
are now three, no, four people on the

ice, and one's on an ice machine.

Well, that was possibly the most
innovative dance routine I have seen

Torval and Dean's Valera.

But it's not over yet. There's someone
else on the island.

French! Louis!

Where are you?