All language subtitles for Taggart s06e05 Violent Delights [New Years Special]

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Jacobelli, you're late. Why?

I had to talk to Mr. McLaughlin about
the play, madame.

Choose another time, not my class.

Philippe, read back.

Tony, translate in your exact book.

Romeo and Juliet.

There's nothing wrong with this accent.
It's very good.

If you could master it for the play, I'm
sure it would be much improved.

Philippe, start again, and go more
slowly for Tony, please.

Romeo et Juliet.

Erreur et fou.

Mais de quelle folie.

Fou.

Foualier, délirant, territoire.

Ah, these photographs.

I can't make out anything that shouldn't
be there.

A few degrees south of the Gamma Coma
Berenice, just before it clouded over.

One of the Coma Cluster?

I know the cluster.

It wasn't one of them.

I'll get my students to look through the
department's telescope tonight.

See if they can spot it.

You're going out again?

It's going to be a clear sky.

I'm going to be late, so don't bother
waiting up for me.

Hi, Professor Dempster. Ah, Sheila, on
your way up. I'll come and open the door

for you. See what Philip's like.

They're deciding you're calling. I don't
believe them. I don't believe them

either, but good luck.

Are you going somewhere nice?

No, just going to meet some students
doing some work on variable stars on the

back lake.

But remember, comets are supposed to
signal disaster.

Hi.

Evening. Just met your dad going out.

Wish I had a dad like that.

Thinks nothing of me and you being in
the house on our own all evening.

Camera on already?

For the comet.

Go and make us some hot chocolate.

Do you think I'm your mother or
something?

We sleep.

She's enjoying herself.

How can she be enjoying herself when
she's sleeping?

Hattie, you're missing a dancing.

I've been going, yes.

I thought you wanted to watch the
dancing, Hattie.

I've missed most of it.

I think I've stretched my legs.

I'm worried about...

Jim's falling asleep a lot lately.

She was really happy to sit and watch
that. I mean, it's boring with rain. It

only came for her benefit.

Sorry.

Registration number belongs to an
Alexander Telfer, five dog at Road

Nobody report the accident.

Nobody sees the fire.

Not many people use this road at night,
sir.

What was he doing on it?

Well... There's no information as yet,
sir. His wife's in hospital.

She was supposed to be with him last
night.

Oh, aye?

What's wrong with her?

Oh, it's maternity, sir. She gave birth
to a six -and -a -half -pound baby boy

at 8 .05pm.

Did you get any useful fights?

He wasn't belted in.

Probably wouldn't have saved him if it
burst into flame on impact.

Assuming it's Ed.

Well, they're the experts on that, not
me.

Did you get any answers?

Nothing that you can't work out for
yourself.

Whether he was dead or unconscious when
the fire started, I won't be able to

tell you until I get the body back.

Did I hear something about him just
becoming a father?

And a kid becoming an orphan.

This has got French writing on it.

Can you translate?

Newsomes, we are... I know that.

In every car.

How can it run off the road in neutral?

How's she taking it?

As you'd expect.

Just wait a second, please.

Would you like me to take him? No, I
want to keep him.

Five minutes.

All right.

I knew it would happen one day.

I'm D .S. Michael Jardine and this is
Jackie.

You knew what would happen, Mrs. Telfer?

He'd kill himself.

Try again.

He would drink, all the thing. It
wouldn't happen to him.

There is a matter of identification.

If you could tell us who his dentist
was, we could get the records.

Are you trying to tell me that... There
was a fire.

You don't know it with him?

Did he have any reason to go into
Coatbridge Road last night?

No. Why?

That isn't even on his way home.

It's where his car was found.

What was he doing there?

Knew our baby was due any day.

Who did he work?

Collins' son in Maryhill.

He was an undertaker.

Better wait till this is over, eh?

He's about to pack it, isn't he?

Can I help?

I believe you've got a young guy called
Alec Kelfer working here.

Aye. He hasn't shown up today.

He's not going to show up.

He was found dead this morning.

Oh, my God. Is your old man in?

Aye. Aye, he's through the vine.

How'd that happen?

Was it a car accident?

What makes you say that?

Look, I'd better go.

My father will explain.

He was a silly boy, Mr. Tiger.

Oh, hello, Jim.

What brings you here?

I thought you were retiring.

No, no.

Still keeping my hand in.

And keeping an eye on Andy.

You know what these young ones are like?

They want to change everything for the
sake of change.

Who do you change in Undertakers?

Funeral directors, if you don't mind,
son.

It's quite easy.

You just move to bigger, more
comfortable premises.

And people forget you're the same firm.

Andy went to the States.

Saw a lot of funeral parlours there.

Funfair, that's all.

Now, what can I do for you?

Your trainee, Alec Trelfer, was found
dead.

Alec?

How?

Can we talk somewhere a bit more...

Conducive. One of the drivers just told
me.

He was a nice boy.

A really nice boy.

Thanks, Mary.

So what's he?

Well, he'd been with us for two weeks.

And I doubt he'd still have been with us
after another two.

Why's that?

He wasn't cut out for the job.

See, what happens sometimes is...
They've no problem driving the car or

with the bereaved, but they just can't
handle the remains.

When you say handle, deal with, touch
the dead.

You know what it's like, Jim.

We could have a shield, we have to, as
part of the job.

But Alec... Alec just wasn't getting
used to it at all.

Did it drive him to drink?

No, no, not on the job.

We'd have been out the same day.

But I hear he was in the habit of taking
a few before he drove home.

Have you ever seen that key or the ring?

I know every key in this building, and
this is not one of them.

This is French, isn't it?

Yeah. It means we're in every car.

I'd better get on to his wife and offer
to handle the funeral.

Do you like a wee cup of tea?

Hello. How are you?

Come on.

Looking well?

Jen, it's okay.

Sheila, very good, but transferment is
spelled E -I -G.

Enter. Excellent.

Giacovelli, comme ci, comme ça. Brush up
your regular verbs.

Okay, now for homework, I want you to
write a French essay of 500 words.

Your subject, a French phrase which is
in common English usage.

For example...

Fait. Accompli.

Any other?

Déjà vu.

Déjà vu.

Savoir faire.

Something Giacobelli doesn't have.

Yes, Philippe?

Queen passionnelle.

I'm passionate.

Please, Madame, is it true that in
France, if a woman murders her husband,

can be found not guilty?

Go quiet, please.

Shock from burns?

That's what it says.

And that's the cause of death?

If it wasn't, I wouldn't have written
it.

Do you know the blood alcohol level?

390 milligrams.

That's equivalent to nearly 11 pints of
beer or two -thirds of a bottle of

whiskey. Almost total stupid.

It says here the vault of the skull's
broken.

Due to bursting and splintering from the
effects of the heat.

Carbon monoxide in the body fluids
indicate that life became extinct after

fire started.

So you still get body fluids after a
fire?

The human body consists mainly of water.

It's not easy to consume.

Could he have been knocked unconscious?

No evidence of it.

What's your theory?

Somebody got him drunk and pushed his
car off the road, forgetting that cars

don't crash in neutral.

Well?

It wasn't his.

I've never seen it before.

Have you any idea why he would have a
French key ring in his car?

I've no idea.

Are you saying there was somebody else
with him?

Marilyn, we don't believe your husband
died in an accident.

We think he was murdered.

Nobody would have wanted to murder Alec.

We found a whiskey bottle in the car.

Was he in the habit of carrying them?

You mean to drink out of... No, he
wasn't like that.

He liked to drink, but not at the wheel.

Do you know of anybody that might have
wanted to harm him?

Alec hadn't an enemy in the world, Mr
Taggart.

Do you believe in reincarnation?

I don't know.

Maybe he died.

Just as his son was being born.

No!

No, you're supposed to be star -crossed
lovers.

Look, watch me do it with Madame
Campbell.

Try and give the impression, Sheila,
that you've at least spent the night

together.

Can we do it in English, please?

Yes.

I must be gone and live, or stay and
die.

Young light is not daylight. I know it.
It is.

Some meteors and the sun exist to be to
this night a torchbearer, and light is

on the way to Montour.

Therefore, stay yet. You need us not to
be gone.

Okay, from the top.

And remember, this is an intense love.

Fire and powder.

Violent delights have violent ends.

Hello. Nobody home for now. But if you
want to leave a message... Call you back

as soon as possible.

Thank you. Bye -bye.

Pity it wasn't like this the day we came
for the Highland dancing.

We got slightly damp.

Still, it was very worthwhile coming.

And Jim enjoyed his day too, didn't he?

Goodness, do you remember when I used to
be able to go Highland dancing?

That was some time ago, eh?

Oh, look, there's the ice cream van.

Do you fancy an ice cream, Hetty?

Would you like an ice cream, Auntie?

Hetty?

Eddie, what's wrong?

It was just a stroke.

She didn't feel anything.

She was just sitting there.

I didn't even realise what was going on.

I was going to get her an ice cream.

Everyone gathered round were so kind.

I'm sorry, Jean.

She was the last of the aunties.

The police were very kind, too.

Have you been in touch with the
undertaker?

Yes.

Which one?

Colin.

Oh.

I'm dealing with them in connection with
the murder.

That's just typical of you, Jim.

I never really got to know him that
well.

He was only here a couple of weeks.

He never made an embalmer, though.

Why is that?

Hadn't the stomach for it.

Me, it's my favourite part of the job.

Making them look beautiful.

Like this one.

This old lady just died yesterday.

It's not just about preservation, you
know.

Did you see him leave?

No, he just left without saying
goodnight.

He was like that.

And he never said anything about meeting
anyone that night?

No, he only ever talked about his wife.

She was expecting a baby.

I hear she's had it.

Yes, the night he was murdered.

And that's all you do?

Embalm? Oh, no.

Like I said, it was only part of the
job.

There's no demarcation lined here.

I drive.

Dress coffins.

And I deal with the bereaved.

It's the worst part.

Dealing with the bereaved.

When I left, his car was gone.

I just thought he came back from the pub
and collected it.

What time was that?

About half past seven.

As for no going straight home, I mean...
It just can't help you at all.

Were you the last to leave?

I was.

My calls get routed through there to my
father's house and mine.

I get the impression you don't see eye
to eye.

You know how it is.

I mean, Dad started in the business 40
years ago.

He thinks interior design's gone down
the American way.

I went there.

They're not afraid to make it a gateway
to paradise.

Instead of poking me off.

All I want is just to make it more
comforting for the bereaved to visit.

More like your wife.

Jean was close to her auntie.

I never was.

Listen. What kind of coffin did Jean
choose?

Come, I'll show you.

That's the one your wife ordered.

The old one with pink lining.

Expensive. Aye, nice solid oak.

Superior wood.

That's a nice coffin.

I'll take that one.

Are you sure you don't want to talk to
your wife?

It'll be a nice surprise for her.

Anything? There's a few drivers not
around.

They're at a cremation.

Oh, well, we'll cat shop them later on.

Come on.

I'll buy you both lunch.

You think mourning's affected him?

Mourning? Couldn't stand a sight of her.

Right, sir, it was £7 .54.

Well done.

You owe me the 54.

Right. Did you get that fax off the
French police?

Yeah.

The keyring's produced by company Renard
SA in Lille.

Renard's French for Fox. Right, we
ordered a cheeseburger.

Hence the fox and the keyring. We're
just car accessories.

Is it on sale here?

Nah.

It's a promotional item.

Any links with Roscoe?

None.

Oh,

well.

Bon appétit.

Dad, what would you do if you witnessed
a murder?

Go to the police, of course.

Well, suppose you liked the person who
committed the murder.

What do you mean exactly?

You just didn't want that person to get
caught.

Ah, well, then you have a moral dilemma.
Who's this for?

It's an essay from Adam Campbell.

Attractive woman.

I met her once at a PTA meeting.

Dad, that was pre -set.

Suppose it was a crime of passion.

Well, then I should want to know if it
was premeditated and who the victim was.

Sean, come on.

That lady was in here not thinking
straight.

We have to give her confidence.

Do the thinking for her.

You forget one little thing. Let a
newspaper notice her. Give her an

She loses confidence.

Especially as she just lost her kid in a
road accident.

Women are very vulnerable at this time.

First hit and run in two years.

That was a child too.

You know we're burying a relative of one
of the policemen this afternoon.

I know.

Funny, isn't it?

Remember that flashed car salesman who
came in to sell us a new range of

limousines?

A week later, he was back in here in six
pieces.

Threw himself under a train.

I'll leave you alone with her.

This isn't the coffin I asked for.

No, I asked for one better.

She never wanted any fuss made about her
funeral. A plain elm one would have

done. This is solid oak.

Well, she doesn't have to know.

Better for you.

It's the last thing she would want, Jim.

She looks so...

Peaceful. So late, Billy.

I'll do that.

Alright.

And a limousine, too. My own car would
have been good enough.

I just wish you hadn't interfered,
that's all.

I'm sorry, Jim.

You never did anything for her when she
was alive. Now you suddenly do this.

I'll never understand you, Jim.

Well, maybe I'm just bloody minded.
Maybe I just want to upset you.

Stop the car.

What?

Where did you get that key ring?

Jim!

Jean, do you mind? This is important.

Mick Dawson gave it to me. He's with the
hearse. Did you really want me to stop?

Jim, if you hold up Auntie Hattie's
funeral, it's the last thing you will

do.

All right. There I go.

Man that is born of a woman hath but a
short time to live, and is full of

misery.

He cometh up and is cut down like a
flower.

In the midst of life we are in death.

Of whom may we seek for succour but of
thee, O Lord, who for our sins are

displeased.

Yet, O Lord God most holy, O Lord most
mighty, O holy and most merciful

Deliver us not into the bitterest pains
of eternal death.

So can we just play in English? It's
good enough for Shakespeare.

You can do Hamlet in Icelandic if you
prefer.

Right, everybody, that's enough. Thank
you very much. See you tomorrow.

Philip Denham seems keen to be here.

Sure he doesn't want a part?

How would I know?

Hey, Phil.

You don't fancy doing my French essay
for me, do you?

Ta composition française?

Mais pourquoi?

Oh, come on, I'll give you a fiver.

No, thanks.

You know I hate doing French essays.

I'll tell you something you can do.

Name it.

You're joking. I saw it through my
telescope.

She's murdered her husband.

Then who are you looking at?

Well, what do you think?

You're a pervert, Dempster.

They've convinced you?

How do you know that's her husband?

Well, I don't know.

You could find out by entering her flat
and looking.

Why me?

Because you're braver than me.

Do it and I'll get you through the
French exam.

That's breaking and entering.

Don't worry.

I'll help you.

How did you get hold of that?

Took it out of her handbag and had a
copy made at lunchtime.

I just haven't had a chance to put it
back yet.

Don't worry.

I'll do that.

Yeah. Okay.

I thought you were in the middle of a
funeral, sir.

Yeah, that's why it's a bit difficult
for me to get away at the moment.

Just find out how MacDawson got hold of
that key ring.

You should be back by then.

It was in that drawer there.

I was just hunting about for a spare key
ring and I came across that one. It's

been in there for at least a year.

One of these things you keep seeing and
stop noticing.

A year?

Couldn't return it.

Look, when we showed you that key ring,
nobody recognised it. That one was

burnt. Naturally it was burnt. It'd been
in a fire.

Then neither of you know where it came
from.

Has anyone been on holiday to France?

Holidays in France and the wages old Mr
Collins pays us.

Did you notice it had French writing on
it?

It was just a key ring.

You don't read a key ring, do you?

Sir, that schoolboy that's been missing
for two days, what has he just turned

up? Who's gone out?

I think we should see him.

He was in his lining, deep down.

The killer probably didn't even know it
was there.

Obligingly careless.

The question is, what's the connection
between him and Telfer?

Apart from the fact they both need an
undertaker.

Tony Giacovelli, one of our boys, is
dead.

He was found murdered this morning.

I know that you will all join with me in
thinking of Tony's family at this time

and in praying for our dear friend.

The police are here and they'll want to
talk to all of you, especially Tony's

closest friends.

But I know that they won't object if we
all observe a minute of silence.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Come on, move
back.

Move back. Give us some air.

All right.

He was playing opposite me in the school
play.

And did you like him?

He was a show -off.

Seems wrong to say you don't like
someone when they're dead.

Do you know where he went to when you
left school?

No.

Did you see him leave?

I saw him talking to Philip Dempster.

Where?

In the boys' gym.

No, it was a school playground.

Sorry, it was a playground.

Oh, sorry.

Do you mind if I stay with her?

Ian McLaughlin, head of English.

Tony Giacovelli was in the school play I
was directing.

Which play?

He was Romeo.

Romeo and Juliet.

I'll just get us some water. I've got
some here.

Were you Giacovelli's French teacher?

Yes.

I wouldn't recognise this, would you?

We found out on Giacovelli's here. The
reason I'm asking...

It's because it comes from France.

No, I've never seen it before.

How did he die?

Can you tell us?

He was stabbed.

A bit like Romeo.

Actually, Romeo took poison.

It was Juliet who fell on the dagger.

Sheila McIntosh says she saw the two of
you talking together.

That's right.

And what were you talking about?

Just talking.

I can't remember what about...

It wasn't very long ago.

Did you see him leave school?

No.

Did he say where he was going?

No.

I just remembered what we were talking
about.

He wanted me to write his French essay
for him.

His French essay?

No way.

What's going to happen about the play?

I don't know. Why?

We've sat in on all the rehearsals.

I can play Romeo now.

Well, I don't even know if there's going
to be a play, but thanks for offering

anyway.

We've spoken to everybody who knew him,
sir.

Teachers, family, friends out of school.

Nothing. No connection with Telford,
sir.

Except a French key ring.

But we don't know who it belongs to or
what the key opens.

Two French key rings and one key, sir.

There is a French connection.

The teacher of the school happens to be
French. A bit tenuous, isn't it?

Well, one of the boys I spoke to might
be worth a second look, sir.

A Philip Dempster.

A girl said she saw him talking to
Jacobelli on the day he disappeared.

He said they were talking about French
homework, but...

There's just something about him. I
thought he was lying.

It's an impressive instrument.

Would you like to run through it?

Thanks.

What are these?

Star coordinates. You set them up on the
computer and then the object appears in

the eyepiece.

Keeps you out of trouble, doesn't it,
Philip?

You were seen speaking to Giacovelli on
the afternoon he disappeared. What were

you talking about?

Just French homework.

Can you be more specific?

We have to hand in French every
tomorrow.

Giacovelli asked me if I'd write his for
him.

I said I wouldn't.

Done yours?

Of course.

Can I see it?

I'm sure this can't be of any
significance.

Crème passionnelle.

Hello, Mrs Campbell.

Hello. Do you mind if I come in?

No, of course not.

You know, in my day, French teachers
were the...

Formidable old dragons.

At least mine weren't.

Can I make you some coffee?

No.

No, thanks.

You feeling better?

Yes, thank you.

It was just a shock.

Of course.

Would you take another look at that key
ring?

I told you, I've never seen it before.

Well, it wouldn't hurt you to look at it
once again, would it?

We heard from Giacovelli's parents that
he went on a school trip to France last

year with you and Mr. McLaughlin in
charge.

I thought you might have picked up
there.

I'm sorry.

I don't know.

See, it comes from a company near Lille.

And the school trip never went near
there, did it?

No.

Not at all.

We went to the Dordogne.

Next part of the country, I believe.

Yes.

I was born there.

When I was three, my parents moved to
Paris.

Is your husband at home?

No. He's away on business.

He travels.

In fact, I just had a telephone call
from him in France.

He's always ringing up, leaving
messages.

What does he do?

He's a consultant.

Surveillance and security systems.

He advises companies what to install.

Really? All over Europe.

Where did you work from?

Here. It's self -employed.

Oh, well. I'm looking it back.

Five years?

Antoine.

He was killed in an accident.

He ran out between two cars.

Three years ago now.

Trevor didn't stop.

I'm sorry.

Goodbye, Mr. Targoth. Bye, Mrs.
Campbell.

And thank you.

And what evidence? The fact that she's
French?

Sir, she knows something I am convinced
of it.

Bring her in.

Sir, I've put the wind up on it. I don't
want it to blow her away.

Your evidence is likely to blow away.

A French essay written on crimes of
passion, murder, by a 17 -year -old boy.

last one seen speaking to Jacobelli.

Anything else?

Well...

I don't know if this is important, but
from her windows, you can see Philip

Dempster's house.

Well, it is, Mr. Chairman.

Well, of course.

Michael, do you fancy taking up
astronomy?

Hello?

Be quite safe with me.

Who's talking?

Hello? Hello?

So what time's your train? Nine o
'clock.

Looks like she's running away, sir.

You take my car and follow her.

I'll do this on my own.

How will you get in?

It's just a hunch.

If you want to interview me, you can't
do it without my father present.

Who says?

I'm a minor.

Yeah, not exactly immature, eh?

What's it like having a French teacher
like Mrs Campbell?

Okay.

Find her attractive?

Maybe.

I bet you must get pretty tempted
sometimes to look in other people's

I really have to go to school now.

It's Jacobelli's funeral today.

You ever looked in her bedroom window?

No. Oh, come on.

I wouldn't.

It wouldn't be right.

Oh, so you know what it is?

I don't.

Philip, you just said you wouldn't, so
you know, don't you?

You try to protect her for some reason.

If you get a crush on her, is that it?

Not exactly a heavenly body.

Hello, there's nobody home for now. But
if you want to leave a message, we'll

call you back as soon as possible. Thank
you. Bye -bye.

Police. They say you just dropped. Did
you see what train she was catching?

the London train. Right.

Hey, you can't leave your car there.

Why couldn't he come straight away with
these instead of playing detective?

He is a bit strange, sir.

He's a schoolboy with a crush.

No clear picture of the other man, sir.

Dempster saw him clearly, though.

I'm going to bring him back after
Giacovelli's funeral to do a photograph.

How does one of these key rings wind up
at Collins, the undertaker's? Nice

present, sir.

It's my guess that these came to Glasgow
via Mrs Campbell's husband after a

business trip to France.

Are you sure the body on the floor is
that of Mr Campbell?

Oh, yes, sir.

I saw the photos in the flat.

And yet he found his wife this morning?

Somebody phoned her.

Of course, if we had a sight of these
earlier, we might have been able to do

something about it.

Jack McVitie?

That's DC Reid.

Tiger?

Sir, I'm at Carthage Junction.

Well, no, I got on a London train to
follow her, but she wasn't on it.

Well, no, I'd have left the station and
I thought I'd leave the left luggage

office without her key.

The train was moving, sir.

This was the first station I could get
off.

Gemma, can we get a refund on our season
ticket for last week?

She lost Mrs Campbell at Central Station
when she was putting her bag into the

left luggage.

Is she going to open it? She can't.

She's at Carstairs Junction.

Women police?

I had to move it. The police were
becoming suspicious.

I didn't know what else to do.

Somebody else knows.

A boy in my class. I don't know how.

Please, I want no more part in this.

No, I don't know where I'll go.

But don't try to find me.

Mr Campbell, I presume.

It doesn't smell.

Probably for one very good reason.

It's been embalmed.

And where's the rest of him?

Resting in pieces, sir.

Giacovelli's funeral.

It's been held at Collins and Son.

And Dempster's gone there.

Lord, our God, our brother was suddenly
and violently taken from us. Have mercy

on him and comfort his family and
friends.

by the power and protection of the
cross.

We ask this through Christ our Lord.
Amen.

Could we sing hymn 79?

Christ be beside me, Christ be before
me,

Christ be behind me, King of my...

For Tony Giacobelli? Yes, please.

Check it in if you want.

Yeah.

What's going on here?

I'm gay.

Oh, my God.

First time a funeral director ever went
to his own funeral.

Mrs. Campbell.

Sometimes life is hard.

We do things that we will later regret.

But it doesn't matter.

When you find this letter, I will be
gone.

I will have joined Antoine and my
husband.

See you soon, Laure.

I'm sorry.

Morning, Jim.

Morning, sir.

There.

Yeah.

Since Francois Campbell committed
suicide, lover boy Collins has slammed

completely.

Refuses to tell us even which coffin he
put the head in, which means we're going

to have to exhume the lot.

So?

Excuse me a lot.

Yeah, uh, that unfortunately includes
your anti -heti, sir.

Going somewhere, Joe?

I'm going home to see Jean, sir.

And then I think I might emigrate.

Yes, I know the city like a lover.

Good or bad, it's hard to love another.
But I found this is no mean

town. No mean city.

City life is strange. You take your
share of the good times and bad.