All language subtitles for Rose and Maloney_S02E05_George Parris_ Part 1

Look at a pothole for about three
seconds.

Two, three.

Brilliant.

What's the point? Where's Rose?

Rose? Um, she... Never mind.

What's this? We don't have time for any
new cake.

It's a formality. Read the first few
pages. You'll see.

Not the front door. Go round the back.

Here. Thank you.

Here. OK, we're ready to go up here now.

Okay, everybody, they need this place
clear now.

They can't take the phones for bugs if
you're all making calls.

Apparently it speeds things up if we all
move outside for ten minutes. Digital

watches, mobile phones, pacemakers, take
them all with you.

Yeah, that's Rosie's desk. She's not
turned up.

Well, she's out in a case.

Shall I, uh...

Tell me. What can you get to work on,
son?

Well, what is it? My address?

They're sweeping the office for
listening devices. It's routine,

Uh, excuse me. No, excuse me.

What happened to my dad? Oh, I did that.

I had a sort of fungus growing all over
it.

So what's this, then? Share it out.

Don't spend a lot of time on it.

We don't have any time for another case.

Low priority.

Oh, low priority.

Fine.

George Parris.

So, what did George Parris do that's so
fascinating for everybody?

Joyce?

He killed a fellow prisoner called
Turner.

Armed only with a toothbrush,
apparently.

I don't know you could do that.

You can't. That's why it's murder.

Where are you?

Page 8.

Prison Officer Weaver.

Hey, Parris.

George.

Can't see again.

George Parris tended to avoid the other
prisoners, especially the white

prisoner.

Alan Turner, the man he killed, was a
popular kind of man.

Newly arrived on the wing, but quick to
make friends.

Turn around.

Alan.

Great.

I think it's stuck with a world beater.

Hey, Josh.

Give us a song before you go.

On the night of the 10th of January,
2001, I was doing a check of the Wings

latrines when I came upon Alan Turner.

What happened at the

appeal?

Paris said his confession was coerced.
By whom?

Um... Found himself unable to say for
fear of retribution. Appeal chucked out.

Surprise, surprise.

What did they expect us to do?

Actually, it's not him that's asked for
a review. It's his 19 -year -old son,

Vincent. We won't see much of his old
man over the years.

Why not?

Because George Paris was convicted 16
years ago for a firearms offence.

Went on hunger strike, took hostages
twice, which is why he's still there.

Then the murder.

Be an old man by the time he comes out.

Well, there's no harm eating the guy.

Which prison's he in? I'm not sure.

I'll call them.

No, I'll call them. You, um... Have a
ciggy in the car while you wait.

Hello? Yes, it's Mr Maloney. We spoke...
Yes.

Yes.

Well, I just wonder whether you have
that information for me.

Good.

And does that include airport tax?

Is that a double bid?

Oh, Kingside's terrific.

Hello? Yes, it's Mr Maloney. Hello? Yes.

Yes.

Hello? Well, I just wonder whether you
have that...

Oh, Kingside's trivia.

Is that a double bid?

Is there somebody on this line?

Am I interrupting something?

What? No.

What the matter?

This debugging thing.

Folks with Geiger counters are swarming
all over the place. We've got to wait in

the bloody car park.

Yeah.

I go to make a call just now and I get
cut off, right?

To the prison?

Well, no, actually. Well, who to then?

Well, it doesn't matter.

I pick the phone up to redial the number
and I hear my whole conversation played

back to me. Well, prisons record their
calls and machines go wrong. It wasn't

the prison. Well, who was it then?

Travel agent.

Where are you going?

Nowhere. Look, forget I mentioned it.
It's just a coincidence, OK? Well, try

this for a slice. What are you ringing a
travel agent for if you're not going

anywhere? I then ring the prison service
and George Paris has gone missing.

Oh, you mean he's escaped?

No, he hasn't escaped.

He's been transferred and they can't
give us his new location yet.

Obviously, it's just another
coincidence, but now I'm officially

to make a start.

Yes, but you see, Maloney, you see, this
is why they've given you somebody

clever to work with.

You're right, we can't go and ask George
Paris if he murdered Alan Turner with a

toothbrush, but we can start finding out
who the son is and who the victim was.

Turner's address?

before he entered prison for what turned
out to be the last time, and you can

drop me on the way because we have to
pass in St. Paris's address.

Which is a totally spooky coincidence.

It's just a case review, Maloney.
Paranoia really doesn't suit you.

Are you the catalogue man? No.

No, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm looking
for number 27.

Oh, there's no 27 here, mate.

Ah, well, according to this, there is.

Look, it'd be in the middle of the gas
holder, wouldn't it? There's no 27.

never has been.

A family called Turner?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, Turner.

Yeah, 27.

In the middle of the gas holder. Look,
I'm trying to watch the golf, mate.

Yes? Hello, I'm looking for Vincent
Paris.

Not here.

You're from the police.

I'm Rose Linden from the Criminal
Justice Review Agency.

Are you related to Vincent?

What is it about?

I need to talk to him about George
Paris, his father.

Is he dead?

No.

No, he's not dead.

We've been asked to consider if there's
been a miscarriage of justice.

What's it to do with Vincent?

Well, he's the one who's asked us to
review his father's case.

Have you made a mistake?

No.

No, I haven't actually.

Would this be Vincent and his dad?

Shortly before he went into prison.

Thank you.

How is George?

I haven't met him yet.

I'm sorry, would you mind telling me...
Gina Paris.

George is my son.

Vincent, my grandson.

And Vincent lives here?

He comes and... You looking for me?

If you're Vincent Paris, I'm Rose Linden
from the CJRA.

I don't know I'll have to talk to
anybody.

I don't really know the man.

I mean, somebody should just look at all
the facts, is what I'm saying.

The guy's not a murderer, right? He's a
choir boy.

Well, we will be looking at the facts,
but it would be useful... Do I have to

talk to you?

No, you don't have to do anything.

It would just help if you told me why
you've asked for the review. Why now?

Do I have to give you reasons?

No.

Good.

See you later, Grandma.

I've got a rehearsal.

Rehearsal? He makes music.

Like his dad.

He had a lovely voice.

So, it's the murder you're looking into.

Well, yes.

Can I ask, do you think he's a murderer?

I don't know.

I don't know my son anymore.

The last time I saw him, there was a lot
of anger in him.

I have to go to work now.

What about Vincent's mother?

She died when he was two.

I can't help you, Miss Lynn.

I know nothing about America.

I have to go.

Can I just... When was the last time you
saw your son?

Three years since I saw my son.

Yeah,

sure, sure.

Well, she wants to help. She's just
keen.

She's keen.

Right.

Maloney.

Oh, good.

They've found him.

So where is he?

Yes, thanks, we will. George Paris?

We can see him today.

How do you do?

George Paris had a lovely singing voice.
If he looks anything like his son, then

he's a beautiful man.

Or was.

And, uh... Neither his son or his mother
wants to talk to me.

How about you?

Well, the address they gave us for
Turner.

Doesn't exist.

Are you sure you went to the right
place?

Maybe MI5 turned up first and hid the
house before you got there.

Coming. Poor George Parrish disappears
again.

This is Miss Lindon. Yes, we can
introduce ourselves. Thank you.

I think you know who we are and why
we're here, Mr. Parris.

Mind if we call you George?

I did not require this meeting.

Your son believes you've been the victim
of a miscarriage of justice.

Do you think he could be right?

No.

Let's move in here.

Would you like one, George?

No, Vincent.

I look very like you.

I want everybody to know this is not me.

Ask him for this to happen, eh?

I want everybody to know that.

Everybody like who?

I want to go back to myself.

What's going on, George? We're trying to
help you.

I'm not trying to help you.

You give my son a message.

You tell him to leave the world alone.

We've been trying to find out all we can
about Perna, the man you were convicted

of killing.

You're deaf?

You didn't hear me? I said leave it
alone!

You people,

you're still away from me, right?

You're still away from me! Calm down!

Calm down!

Calm down! Let go!

You people, you're still away from me,
right? You're still away from me, right?

Nobody asked you to do that!

These case notes have been out of my
sight and in your possession for 37

minutes. Well, we were rather busy, ma
'am, you may have noticed.

And it was you that left them in there.
Has anybody read them?

Listen, ma 'am. Yeah, stop calling me ma
'am. I'm not the Princess Royal. Yeah,

well, I don't think I'm confused about
that, Miss Lyndon.

And as for your notes, believe me,
there's nothing any of you can tell any

about George Parrish.

Look, this is a man who has twice taken
officers hostage, not to mention cut

another prisoner's throat.

Now, oddly... We don't like that.

Sorry for any inconvenience.

Good afternoon.

You see George's face when you mention
his son?

Yeah, but he only won't bar me when you
mention investigating the dead Mum

Turner. Look, it's his life. I can
understand if someone in the clear is

name. No, no.

Something's not right here.

George Paris came into prison 16 years
ago, having pleaded guilty to possessing

a replica handgun during an alleged raid
on a bank.

He got six years.

16 years on, after hostage -taking and
hunger strikes, he's still here.

And his mother obviously thought we were
investigating the original case.

And anyway, does he look like a bank
robber to you, Maloney?

Well, yeah, I suppose.

No, he... doesn't well it's irrelevant
anyway we're not investigating that case

well why not why not start at the
beginning with this guy no the murder

low priority this is off the map okay
you do what you want to do i'll do what

want to do brilliant teamwork so i do
all the work relevant to the actual case

while you waste public money on stuff
from years ago Why not spend your whole

life digging around in the archives? Did
King Alfred really burn the cake, or

was he flitted up?

No idea, Maloney. And another thing, all
this business with the notes, you made

us look stupid. I mean, I'm paranoid.

No, that was different. You are being
paranoid about your phone.

Whereas I wasn't. Right.

You see the difference?

Not at first, but I do now.

You want a lift?

No, I'll get the tube.

You're not fancy a drink, then?

Okay, if I join you for a minute?

Well, actually, I was... Look,

I don't know what sort of pub this is,
but I'm not a

regular, if you get my drift.

The man you've been seeking by the name
of Turner never existed.

What?

What happened to him shouldn't happen to
a dog.

A lot of us are pretty pissed off about
it.

A lot of who? Who are you?

Everybody you talk to about this will
blow smoke up your arse.

Good luck.

No, no, hang on a minute.

Jesus Christ!

You met an interesting bloke in a pub.
You must tell me how it's done.

He followed me in, I think.

What sort of a pub was this, Melanie?

Possibly a day pub. Have a look.

Local paper. Death notice.

It's the same bloke.

Only in the death notice. He's not
called Turner.

He's called McCaffrey.

And the date's matched.

Worked in the security business. Yeah,
right.

Died in an accident. Yes, an accident
involving a toothbrush.

Wife, Jean, six months pregnant with the
couple's first child.

Well, that was tough.

OK. Well, that's your day sorted,
Maloney.

I wonder if your wife knew.

I'll go and ask her.

Who was this guy in the pub? Was he a
cop?

No idea.

Could have been.

Well, he just posted it to you.

He wanted to tell me something.

What?

He said everyone you talk to about this
will blow smoke up your arse.

Do you go in this pub a lot, Maloney?

You coming, or are you still on ancient
history?

Maloney?

Maloney? Just be careful.

You know, I've spoken to George, and the
only time any life came into his face

was when I mentioned you, Vincent.

I need to be told what happened to him,
starting at the beginning with the bank

robbery.

All right.

You want to know about George?

Come with me.

That's right.

Now, I would like to book that weekend
for two.

Brilliant. Now, could I arrange with you
for champagne and flowers?

Are you looking for me?

Yes.

OK. What do you want?

It's about the murder of your husband.

I'd like to start by asking you who told
you I'd be coming.

Did they tell you why?

Yeah.

You're trying to get that bastard Paris
off.

Well, good luck to you.

But you tell him from me he won't live
ten minutes if he ever gets out onto the

streets.

Well, you've a right to be angry.

Polly never saw her father.

George Paris killed him before she got
the chance. Yeah, I'm angry.

Mrs. McCaffrey, this is difficult.

But I have to ask you about your
husband.

Every day I think I'm going to wake from
this nightmare and find him walking

through that door.

Even now.

I don't think this is quite what you
wanted to hear, is it?

You want to ask about did he hate blacks
and poor old George Parris got provoked

by him? Did he hate black people?

Alan?

Alan never hated any living creature.

He was one of the finest men you could
meet.

When did you see him last?

Prison visit about a week before he was
murdered.

And did everything seem normal?

Well, what was normal about any part of
it? What was he doing in there?

I'm not even allowed to know that.

Are you saying you think he was
innocent?

Innocent of what?

Um... Grievous bodily harm, wasn't it?

Jesus Christ, this country sickens me!
Surely they've had to tell you!

Tell me what?

My husband was a police officer.

A police officer?

Are you saying he was inside for
corruption or something and not GBH?

Have you no got the brains you were born
with, man?

He wasn't a prisoner.

He was working undercover for the
special unit.

Somebody grasped him up and that bastard
Paris cut my husband's throat.

If you want to see justice triumph, find
the man who grasped my husband. Do

that, will you?

It was 1988.

The bank was there.

George and his friend Benjamin walked
through the precinct towards the bank.

They had no idea what was waiting for
them.

Okay, this is it. Two black males
approaching now.

Forget the man you met.

Try to imagine the man he was.

A young man.

with his life ahead of him.

And a little boy, he loved more than his
own life.

I've heard the story so many times.

Tell it to me.

Please.

You still got that thing, Grandma?

Mild man the criminal.

Public enemy number one.

Went to rob a bank with a dry cleaning
ticket.

The dry cleaner was next door to the
bank.

Hands up nigga!

He ran into this park.

There were thick bushes at this end.

That's where they eventually caught him.

We never claimed his suit.

on an unarmed man with women and
children around.

Yeah. And even they know they're not
allowed to do that.

So they get themselves a toy gun and
guess what?

Turns out his fingerprints are on it.

Sorry, but why not plant a real gun on
him? Because it had to be found in front

of the same people who'd seen the arrest
to justify them opening fire.

And there it is.

A nigger with a gun.

And the cop who's a hero.

You don't believe him?

Yeah.

Yes, I do.

I think I'm beginning to understand.

It might simplify.

You'll ever understand.

Right. I've made the inquiries you asked
me to make.

Neither the Metropolitan Police nor the
Home Office have any record of an Alan

McCaffrey. Did you ask about the use of
undercover policemen in British jails?

Flat denial.

Special unit?

Doesn't exist.

The two officers involved in the
original offence?

Inspector Bennett is retired.

Sergeant Chatham went to New South Wales
many years ago.

So what about McCaffrey's wife?

I am informed that Mrs Turner has
suffered a breakdown since

her husband was murdered.

It seems she never knew until his
conviction that he was a career

You're informed by whom?

It seems to who?

And the fact that Turner and McCaffrey
are identical and died on the same day,

what's that, an amazing coincidence?

Can I ask who gave you her new address?

Um, well, a bloke in a pub.

A bloke in a pub, I see.

What did he say?

He said... nothing.

And you're spending far too much time on
irrelevant events.

Paris's conviction for carrying a
replica firearm has never been seriously

questioned. Now, can I remind you
both...

That you are supposed to be working as a
team on the murder in prison of Alan

Turner. Who doesn't exist.

No, he doesn't, Maloney, because he's
dead.

Now, will you please both put some
effort into finding out if George Paris

killed him?

Was he Turner or McCaffrey? McCaffrey,
yes.

Was McCaffrey a villain?

Or a cop? Cop.

Absolutely sure? Right.

An undercover cop is murdered by a
fellow prisoner.

That is nightmare PR for the Met. No
wonder they want to deny it happened.

But why doesn't George Parris want it
out in the open? And if George didn't

him, then who did?

I think George could tell it now.

So do I, but I don't think he's going
to, do you?

And I think that has to do with what
happened the day he went to the dry

cleaners and ended up in prison for the
rest of his life.

Well, according to his mother and son...
Sorry to remind you, Rose, but George

did plead guilty to the firearms charge.

Yeah, I keep forgetting that.

But why?

What makes an innocent man plead guilty?

No suggestion of it being beaten out of
him. So why?

When the floor is full, just use the
ashtray.

He looks like his mother.

No, I don't.

I look like him.

What's he do?

Him have a job?

He make music.

He thinks.

He's not really singing.

Talk to him, Vincent.

Talk to your father.

It sounds like a jungle drum and bass
tune.

Thought you had radios in it.

I lose my radio.

Well, I couldn't live without my music.

You know, it's funny.

But you can learn to live without.

Look, your music, whatever you call it,
I'm

glad for you.

But if you think you come here to get
some easy money,

like compensation money, because your
father out and it's all due to you,

forget it.

I'm not going anywhere.

So you tell your little white friend
them to stop doing what they're doing.

Hey!

You understand?

Good.

Now go home.

That's why you ask him to come here?

So you can insult him?

Just do what I ask.

Go home, get a review, stop.

All right?

I'm going to go back to my cell, that's
all right?

Go home.

Don't come back.

Alison Cranford.

Bruce Linden.

Maloney.

Sorry for the fancy dress.

I'm in and out of chancery. Probably be
called back any minute.

So... George Paris.

Wow.

I'm glad you're looking into that.

I still have nightmares about that case.

I don't know whether you know it was my
first case as a barrister.

No, we didn't.

Practically my last as a criminal
lawyer.

I soon specialised in commercial law.

What happened to him after he got out?

He's still in prison.

He never accepted his sentence.

Hostages, hunger strikes.

Jesus, what?

But it's not the original case we're
looking at. This is a murder he was

convicted of three years ago.

Murder?

Absolutely not.

The firearm charge.

The alleged bank robbery.

Was George guilty?

God, no.

So why did he plead guilty?

Look, you have to understand.

Five white policemen all swearing he had
a gun.

One black defendant saying, no, I
didn't. One red -faced judge going crazy

gun crime.

I mean, we all knew what had actually
happened.

Bennett had fired on George.

His barrister was going to put George in
the box and let him tell the jury the

truth.

I mean, high -risk strategy.

I thought you were his barrister.

I was given the job as a last -minute
stand -in.

Where was his real barrister?

Double -booked by his clerk.

Still on a case in Aylesbury.

It happens.

Quite a lot.

To be honest, I didn't even have time to
read all the evidence.

The thing I still have bad dreams
about...

is that George Paris came to court that
morning believing that he would get

justice.

And then I turn up.

So what?

But Mr Manchester, he won't be coming
today.

Stop with me, I'm afraid.

Only he really thinks we can get a
result.

Well, we will. We'll do our best.

I just had time this morning to speed
through most of the evidence. They want

talk.

Oh, yes.

Well, George, everything's cool.

We're in good hands. We're doing fine.

Bringing them here, that wasn't a good
idea, man.

But, man, I'm going home, right?

They're going to see me declared
innocent.

OK, they want a deal.

They'll elbow the bank robbery charge.

OK, now we're talking.

If you plead guilty to possessing the
gun.

No.

No, you see, Mr Manchester, he wants me
to go into that box and tell the whole

story.

I didn't do anything.

You can do that if you want to, but it's
your word against theirs.

No witnesses have come forward for you.
Because they're all white.

And I have to give you the best advice I
can.

They promise it'll play well with this
judge if you plead.

Possibly, possibly even a suspended
sentence.

You could still be going home to your
wife and little boy.

My wife's dead.

Sorry.

I'm not helping here. They're going to
let me go if I plead guilty.

It's up to the judge, so...

Probably. I don't know, George.

It's up to you.

That's us, George.

You've got to decide now, Matt.

They're going in.

Last chance.

Tell my mum well.

You tell her to take Vincent home.

I don't want them in court to see me.
You can't give it to me.

It was all bullshit.

He got six years.

Sorry.

I'm just... I'm very sorry.

What a bloody mess they made of it.

Hello, Maloney.

Yes, okay.

Vincent Harris wants to see us. He's
been to see George.

Well, no prizes for guessing what he
wants to say to us.

So do we drop the case if that's what
they want?

Probably.

Well, let's put up a fight, yeah? Look,
can I just say you've been right about

this. What happened to George Parris all
those years ago does matter.

I don't see how it helps us, but it does
matter.

Yeah, we could try for a pardon on the
firearms charge, but what good does that

do him sitting in a prison cell for the
rest of his life?

We've got nothing to help him beat the
murder charge.

Say we prove Turner was a cop, that just
gives George a better motive. He's got

every right to pathologically hate cops.

He's got a right to hate a lot of us,
actually.

Up with the Kekla.

I usually manage to keep Vincent away
from things when he has a relapse.

A relapse?

He's a heroin addict.

OK.

You have to see us. This is Mr Maloney.

Yeah, I changed my mind.

I want you to stop it.

Now. I'm sorry, but it doesn't work like
that.

We decide that, not you.

I asked for it. I can call it off.

Not necessarily.

Why, Vincent? Why the change?

George was hard on him.

George wants you to stop.

No.

I want you to stop.

And you have to do what I tell you.

Your father's not thinking straight, and
nor are you.

My decision...

Final.

You! Get down!

What happens to people that don't
realise who they're dealing with?

Say goodbye.

Hold hands.

I'm free.

One.