All language subtitles for Criminal.Record.S02E01.720p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

[protesters chanting in Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

[in English] "Who wants one more
American air base in the Persian Gulf?"

[protest leader speaking Arabic]

[translator] "Who wants occupation
by another name?"

[protest leader speaking Arabic continues]

[translator] "Western imperialism
by another name."

[translator]
"Who wants planes and helicopters

- flying over our children?"
- [yawns]

- [protest leader speaking Arabic]
- "Who wants to live

- under a foreign flag."
- Okay.

What have I missed?
What's the interpreter saying?

So far pretty vanilla.

- The usual grievances…
- "We will never accept…"

DI Lenker?

[on radio] Bronze Command,
what do you see?

Yep, there's no problem on the ground.

"This is the true face
of state-sponsored terrorism."

[speaking Arabic]

[translator] "Let the occupiers pay
for the blood they shed."

Okay, are you getting that?

[translator] "Avenge this defilement
of a sovereign state."

Cliff? You're the lawyer.
Anything we can charge?

"Avenge" is not incitement
in and of itself, so…

[counterprotesters chanting]

[officer] Gold Command, be advised.

Counterprotest gathering
on Nailsworth Street.

[all clamoring]

[commander] Okay, we knew this was coming.

Unit C, hold them at the 80 yard cordon.

- [protestors speaking in Arabic]
- Everyone else, eyes on the square.

[protest leader speaks Arabic]

[translator] "An eye for an eye."

"A life for a life."

Right, does that clear the threshold?

Death threat? Unlawful? Yes? No?

The last time I checked, it wasn't
against the law to quote the Quran

or indeed the Bible.

- Cliff, no one likes a smart-arse.
- Well, I do.

[commander] June, how we looking?

Yeah, it's still pretty calm.
There's no physical threat.

Okay, well,
discretion up to a point, yeah?

[translator] "Let our vengeance be swift
and without mercy…"

[officer] Unit Charlie to Gold Command,
we have 50 men at the outer cordon.

[clamoring]

[commander] Okay, but is the area secure?

[officer] Secure for now, over.

[translator] "Let these animals pay
for their insult…"

[commander]
Well, that's not holy text surely.

Right, so enough to arrest?

It has to be a targeted threat against
a named individual or individuals.

Oh, Cliff.

- [clamoring]
- [horn honks]

[officer] Unit Charlie to Gold Command,
significant presence.

75 meters down from the square,
it's getting pretty hot.

- [clamoring]
- [June] That sounds close…

Where is that? Is that Nailsworth Street?

[speaking Arabic]

"Get organized.
Cut the head off the snake."

Call to action?

[translator] "Any American diplomats
and apologists…"

- Yes.
- Targeted call to violence?

- Yes.
- [June] Is that enough to escalate?

I would say, "yes."

Right, so we are clear to arrest?

Section 44. You have grounds for arrest.

Right, and is that your recommendation?

[clamoring]

Yep, yeah. Confirmed yes.

Okay. And is it just the leader
or all of them?

Because some of them are just, uh…
Some of them are just kids.

- [officer] Hold it together!
- [counterprotesters clamoring]

[counterprotester] Let's go!

[grunts] Fuck!

Urgent tactical support required. Repeat.

- All… urgent…
- [commander] Recommend… [static on radio]

Yeah, I'm sorry, ma'am. I can't… Uh…
I can't hear you. Can you repeat?

Just the leader at present
so we can review the tapes…

- Okay. You're clear to arrest the leader.
- Mike, Sierra, Mike, Sierra.

Arrest authorized.

[clamoring]

[speaking Arabic]

[officer] Breach, breach!
They're heading towards the square!

[panting]

[clamoring]

[screaming]

[June] Urgent tactical support needed.
All units…

In! In, in, in!

Break it up! Break it up! [grunts]

[shouts]

[shouts]

[police officer] Get back! [shouts]

[clamoring]

Get out the way!

[panting]

[protester] Help! Somebody, help!

Out the way. Okay.

Okay. Come here.

Paramedics!

You his friend, yeah?

- You see here? Your hand here.
- Back, back! Everyone back!

Press down hard. Look at me.
Press down hard.

- Okay. All right.
- [groaning]

[June] Oh, my God. All right.

[shouting] Where are the paramedics?

[pants, coughs]

[June] I've got you.

All right. Look at me.
You're fine. I've got you.

[gasps]

M-Mum.

Mum.

- [exhales sharply]
- Mum.

- I've got you. I've got you.
- Mum.

- You're gonna see your mum.
- [sirens wailing in distance]

[sirens wailing in distance]

♪ When I think of you ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ My heart remembers ♪

♪ All the love we've ever had ♪

♪ All the love we've ever had ♪

♪ Just me and you ♪

♪ When I think of you ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Just me and you ♪

♪ Just me and you
Just me and you ♪

[music fades]

[chairman] Thank you.
Thank you, everybody.

Please all take your seats.

Before we begin, an urgent question
from Margo Whitaker, MP.

Fifteen years old.

Just a regular lad from my constituency.

My backyard.

- Cheers, mate.
- [shopkeeper] No worries.

Hi, can I get a pen please?

[Margo] He only came along because,
I quote,

"There was room in the van,
and he wanted to go on the London Eye."

Now, I see from the news
you are appealing for witnesses?

Thanks.

May I suggest you start with
the 34 officers stood around like lemmings

whilst a boy was stabbed
to death in front of you?

It's our understanding that
the Nailsworth Street rally

was infiltrated at the 11th hour

by a small cell
of up to six extremist individuals.

Their faces covered,

unknown to the others,
they came with the sole intention…

Not one… Not one of this cell
have you been able to identify.

Your job, last time I looked,
is to stop crime.

And yet no arrests,
no witnesses and no murder weapon.

Is it any wonder public confidence
in the police is rock bottom?

[dog barking]

[doorbell rings]

Who is she, and what's she doing here?

I'm, um…

I just wanted to say,
I'm so sorry for your loss.

[speaking Punjabi]

[in English] He's saying,

"What do you want?"

I was with him. I was there.

Your son.

And I just… I wish I could've stopped it.

Please go. [sobbing]

- Please, just someone make her go. [sobs]
- [speaking Punjabi]

[in English] It's okay.

Sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Can I have some?
- [commander] DI Lenker?

Yeah, It's still pretty calm.
There's no physical threat.

[officer] Urgent tactical support
required. Repeat.

All units,
urgent tactical support required.

[June] Where is that?
Is that Nailsworth Street?

[protestors shouting]

- [Rohaan] M-Mum.
- [June] Where are the paramedics?

Mum. Mum.

- [June] I've got you. I've got you.
- [Rohaan] Mum.

[prisoners shouting]

Thanks, Jerry.

[door closes]

- Tony.
- [breathing shakily] Who are you?

It's me.

Dan, the gaffer.

"The gaffer?" You sure? Fuckin' temerity.

- For Christ's sake, Tony.
- [laughs]

I'm not that far gone. [chuckles]

[sniffs] Yeah, you should see old Jim
through the wall.

He's on a drip and a respirator and…

[blows] They still reckon
he's a flight risk.

You look like shit.
Don't tell me it's that daughter of yours.

What's her name? Lulu or Louisa…

- Lisa.
- Yeah, what's the latest?

Is she still up north? Isle of…

- Was it Isle of Eigg?
- Findhorn.

Findhorn. Nice.

[inhales deeply]

Plenty of clapped-out old hippies
up there to keep her warm at night.

Listen.

I just wanted
to kick the tires on something.

Ah. Here it comes. The ulterior motive.

Yeah. Crack on.

Something you said a while back.

- [sighs]
- What did I say?

This guy.

Cosmo Thompson.

I see.

You said he was nothing. Small time.

Yeah.

Well, I changed my mind.

[commander] Now, I gather you're keen
to help with the investigation.

Well, I was there.
So, yeah, of course I want to help.

Well, Mike and his team downstairs
are more than competent

- to handle things. Okay?
- I'm not saying they're not.

They don't need you
marking their homework for them.

But you've got
a lot of friends here, June,

so no one's throwing you to the wolves.
Not while I'm here.

- [scoffs]
- Let me tell you,

the person responsible
for the death of that lad

is the individual who stuck
a six-inch blade in his chest.

And whoever that is, we will run 'em down.

And when we do,
all this name-calling and finger-jabbing,

it'll come to an end. Okay?

But until then,
we've just gotta put up with it.

- So leave Mike and his team to it, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

Good. [inhales sharply]
That's pep talk over.

In the meantime, um,

no further contact
with the victim's family. I would…

Uh, sorry. Can I ask why?

- Just erring on the side of…
- Caution?

Right.

So give your statement and move on, okay?

I want you kept well away
from the blast radius.

Okay.

Very good.

[June] Here you go.

[Mike] Okay, picture round.

- [clicks tongue] Is this all you've got?
- Afraid so.

Waiting on CCTV analysis.

Plenty of witnesses, but nothing of value.

Can I take this one?

[elevator dings]

[news reporter]
It's three days since violence erupted

at Suffolk Square in Central London,

causing the death of a teenage boy
as well as countless injuries.

Tonight, we ask what the police
could have done differently,

and whether it's time to start treating
homegrown extremists as terrorists.

[muffled shouting]

[news reporter 2] Billy Fielding arrived
in court, where he was sentenced

to 17 years for killing his girlfriend,
Cerys Jones.

A statement was read outside
on behalf of Cerys's mother, Ashley Jones.

While today's judgment
goes some way to bring justice

for the murder of my daughter, Cerys,

there is nothing that
can ever bring her back

or make up for her loss from this world.

Cerys was 16 years old.

She had her whole life in front of her.

Every day I have to
remind myself she is gone.

[music blaring in distance]

[shutter clicking]

[line rings]

[doorbell rings]

Ashley?

[music continues]

Ashley Jones?

This is DI June Lenker.
Can you open the door please?

[water running]

[squelches]

Okay.

All right.

Ashley.

[music continues]

[pants]

[music continues]

Ashley?

Hello?

Ashley?

Ashley? Ashley?

[music stops]

Can you hear me?

- Hello. Ashley?
- [line ringing]

Hi, yeah, I need, uh, an ambulance.

I've got an unresponsive female.

It's 20 Westview Court off Dalston Lane.

- [coughing]
- Oh, hang on.

No. Fine. Cancel.

You okay?

- [vomits, coughing]
- Okay.

[groans] Yeah, sorry about that.

Ashley, have you swallowed anything else
apart from the metapotrozine?

- No.
- No?

- Sorry. It's just…
- That's okay.

It calms me down. You know?

Yeah. All right. Let's, um…

Should we get you some help?

Yeah. I was gonna have a bath though.

[chuckles] Yeah.

[spraying]

[speaks indistinctly]

- [laughing]
- Lovely pull, that.

- You know I don't like this flavor.
- Go on, Cosmo.

- Is it hot?
- Stick it down his…

- Is it a bit hot? Is it a bit hot?
- Will you stop…

[phone rings]

Give me some good news for Christ's sake.

No such luck.

Three guesses what I'm looking at. [sighs]

- Go on.
- Give us a clue.

Ah, it's mad.

That's not a clue.

All right, then. It's a, uh…

It's a blast from the past.

That narrows it down a bit.

[sighs, chuckles] Oh.

You are gonna love this.

You all right back there?

Dunno. [grunts]

You sure you don't want
to sit up front with me?

[coughs] No.

[Ashley sighs]

So, Leo DiCaprio, eh?

You a big fan?

I love him.

Okay.

[chuckles] Kidding.

I'm kidding.

I mean, don't get me wrong.
I used to fancy him, but nowadays I dunno.

I think he's got a bit fat, to be honest.

Oh, well. Try to let him down gently, eh?

They can be a touchy lot,
these film stars.

[police sirens wailing in distance]

Do you remember me?

'Course. That refuge.

Carmichael Street.

Yeah, that's it.

[Ashley] Shame. That was…
They were nice. Nice people.

Yeah, they were.

So, what do you want?

Me?

Oh, I just thought I'd look in on you
after all these years.

Aw…

That's sweet.

How long has it been?

Since Cerys?

Six years.

Wow. Can't believe that.

I still talk to her.

Yeah?

Every day.

That's good.

[scoffs]

And the boy that, um…

Do you… Do you know where they put him?
Whitecross, was it?

Redheath.

Redheath.

And is he, um…

Is he still in there? Do you know?

- [sobs] Stop the car.
- What?

- Stop the car. Stop the car. Stop…
- Okay. All right.

- Okay?
- [Ashley sniffles]

- I'm sick. I ain't stupid.
- Yeah. I know. I know.

What is it you want to say to me?

Nothing. Nothing.

I was… I was just… I was just checking in.

'Cause you know what they called it,
the judge and that?

"An act of cold-blooded, callous cruelty."

- I know.
- "Callous cruelty."

I know.

She was my daughter.

- She was my only child.
- I know.

And as far as I'm concerned,
he can fucking well die in there.

So, last chance, yeah.

What is it you want to say?

Nothing.

- [crying]
- Nothing.

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

Okay?

It's okay.

Come on, then.

Let's get over there quick
before they close the kitchen.

[June] Okay. You take your time. Yeah?

[groans]

Hiya. DI Lenker. I called.

- This is Ashley.
- Come on, Ashley.

This way. There you go. Just here.

June.

"I'm king of the world!" [laughs]

Come and see me.

[sighs]

[line rings]

- [prison coordinator] Hello, Redheath.
- Hi, this is DI June Lenker,

Dalston Lane CID.

Hi. How can I help?

Um, I want to put in a visiting request
for a Billy Fielding.

It's prisoner number
Alpha-3-7-Charlie-November.

[prison coordinator sighs]
I'm going to give you a different number.

Hi, this is Brian Teller.
Acting Custodial Manager.

I gather you're inquiring
about an inmate here at Redheath?

Yeah. Uh, Billy Fielding.

[Brian] Right, and you wish
to submit a visit order?

[June] Yeah. In fact it should be
in your colleague's inbox now.

I've literally just sent it over.

[Brian] I'm afraid a visit
won't be possible at this point.

Why not?

Okay. Let me stop you right there.
This is Graeme, the Governor's assistant.

I'm afraid that inmate is no longer here.

[June] Sorry?

[Graeme] He's been transferred
to another prison.

[June] Transferred?

[Graeme] That's correct.

Why… Why isn't this on the system?

Where is he?

I'm afraid we're not at liberty
to share that information.

- Why not?
- Basically, it's a safeguarding issue.

"Safeguarding"? Wow. Okay.

That's a…

[clears throat] That's a new one.

Look…

Could you just please
just tell me where he is?

Here's what we can do.
Why don't you give me your number?

And I'll call you as soon
as I have more information.

[phone buzzes]

- Graeme.
- Dan, uh, do you have a minute?

[Leo sighs]

You… Are you okay
to do this, with everything?

Yeah.

You sure? 'Cause we can reschedule
if you like, you know?

Yeah, I want to get my money's worth.

What's with the, uh…

- Why are you all dressed up?
- What?

Am I meant to be dressed up?

What? Like date night?

Yeah, date night for screwups.

[chuckles] Oh, come on.
It's your favorite hour of the week.

[footsteps approaching]

[therapist] Hi.

So… [sighs]

…how have we been getting on?

Who wants to start?

[Leo] That was good, wasn't it?

Useful.

Safety valve or… or whatever.

Oh, shut up.

What?

[scoffs] You fancy her.

Who? What? Maggie?

Oh, Maggie. Maggie.

- Fragrant Maggie.
- "Fragrant."

- I don't… I don't blame you, you know?
- I mean, what?

She's…

- She's like Yoda with amazing hair.
- [chuckles]

[Leo chuckles] Well, yeah.

I guess, if you're gonna put it like that…

- So predictable. [chuckles]
- …then maybe I do.

I was thinking maybe we could
do something tonight.

Jacob's with his dad.

- Oh, yeah. Like what?
- Cheap night in?

Ever the romantic.

Or, I don't know, we could…
[inhales sharply]

- [phone buzzes]
- …get a drink, go to a bar. People watch.

June?

June, you okay?

Yeah, uh,

just give me a minute.

[sighs, chuckles]

I'm sorry about your trouble.

My what?

First time as SIO in the wild.

Leading the line against
a crowd of headbangers.

Not quite the first time, but…

It's tough. Tough going.

Sorry, I'm not meaning
to pick at your scabs.

- Sure.
- You're okay though?

Yeah.

How about you? You all right?

Yeah.

Same old, you know.
Eighth floor looking after you?

They're being pretty supportive, actually.

Good.

It's good to hear.
Least they can do under the circumstances.

What does that mean?

Zero planning.

Tactical balls up. Political pressure,
no doubt, but that's on them…

- Yeah.
- …not you.

Well, thanks for that.

So…

- This guy, Billy Fielding.
- [chuckles]

Oh, right.

It's work. It's not personal.

- I heard you retired.
- Nah, where would I go?

No, they moved me

to Intelligence.

So I'm just asking for a friend.

What's your interest?

"My interest"? [scoffs]

Well, I suppose
my first question would be,

"Since when were the Prison Service
such fucking terrible liars?"

Where is he? Fielding? Is he out?

What's on your mind?

[sighs]

- Suffolk Square.
- Your thing?

- My thing.
- No prizes for best photographer.

Look, if you're just gonna sit there
and deny it… I was there.

So, I saw him.

You saw him?

- Yeah.
- And have you told Mike

about this notion?

- "Notion"?
- Or anyone else on his team?

Did you, June, did you?

No. Not yet. Why?

What's going on here?

[chuckles]

You'll find these are a better angle.

[sighs]

[exhales sharply]

So, it is him?

- It's him?
- Mm-hmm.

- But how… How… How is he even…
- He broke out.

Friday night.

Catering truck exits through the gates,

security's short-staffed
so nobody checked underneath.

- Can you believe?
- [chuckles]

- He was hiding under the truck?
- God bless the Prison Service.

Why isn't this on the news?

Circle of trust?

Think about it.

Prison staff report he's gone
early hours of Saturday morning.

A few hours back and forth.

Panic. Blame game. The police think
they've got him. "Oh, no. We haven't."

They're finally putting a statement
together when your thing happened.

- Suffolk Square.
- [clicks tongue]

And, you know,
the view from the politburo is…

- Two stories?
- Same weekend.

A prison break and a stabbing?

Institutionally, it's…

- Unsurvivable.
- Tough. Yeah, maybe so.

Plus, of course, there's, "Fingers crossed
we get him quick. No one's any the wiser."

What are we on now? Day four?

Five.

[sighs]

So, I've been wheeled in
for, um, analytic support.

Always a desperate sign.

But if he's on the run,
what is he doing in the center of a riot?

[scoffs]

Why are you telling me all this?

Well, we're in the same boat.

Same interest. This guy here.

He's a key witness for your murder.

And, as for me,
I just want him back where he belongs.

In prison?

Aye.

And that's it?

[clicks tongue]

My point is, if this thing gets out,

Mike, investigation, public appeal,

Billy Fielding goes to ground,
we'll never get him.

So…

you help me.

I mean it.

You help me run him down.

We do it our way.

And when we do, you talk to him.

Interview. Suffolk Square.

What was he doing there? Was he armed?

Who was he with? Names, faces.

You want me to work for you?

Change of scene.

You make it sound like a mini-break.

No.

It's better than a mini-break.

[sighs]

[Sonya] Are you fucking shitting me?

Hegarty?

- Look, maybe this is what I need?
- "What you need"? That twat? No, no.

- Self-help is not a good look on you.
- I knew you were gonna be like this.

[groans] Yeah.

'Cause I've got an actual brain.
More or less.

What's Leo got to say about all this?

Well, I…

[laughs] Oh… Of course.

- You haven't told him. [chuckles] Nice.
- No. I-I will… I will tell him.

- Right.
- It's just… What?

No. Nothing. Just, um…
Just looking out for my psycho friend.

- Then stop yelling at her.
- [chuckles]

- What you doing?
- I'm… I'm driving. I'm making it last.

[inhales sharply] Right. Listen.

There's something I've gotta say,
so I'm just gonna say it.

Oh, I'm getting weirdly nervous now.

What happened at Suffolk Square…

it made me so angry.

It was a fucking disgrace,
but it is not your disgrace.

Oi.

What?

Got a bit going on?

Yeah.

Yeah.

It's just, um…

Yeah.

- I know…
- No, you don't know.

He keeps calling me,
and he left me a really long message.

- Who… Who keeps calling?
- The grandad.

The boy's grandad.

Rohaan, the…

Yeah.

And the worst thing is,
I don't understand what he's saying,

'cause it's all in Punjabi, so…

You want me to listen? I can translate.

Can you?

Yes, please.

[grandfather] Hello? Hello.

[speaking Punjabi]

[in English] Uh, yeah. He's…

[message continues]

Yeah, he's… he's glad you came.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, he's, um…

He's… He's just feeling really sad.

Yeah.

[sighs]

[sobs, sniffles]

- You're gonna get me going now.
- [chuckles]

Thank you.

Thank you.

[sniffles]

Anyway…

Look, it's, um…

It's just a couple of days with Hegarty.

And if I can just get the bastard
that killed Rohaan…

All right.

Do what you gotta do.

Just don't forget, yeah?

Don't forget who you're dealing with.

[chuckles]

Ah, no chance.

- [sirens wailing in distance]
- [dog barking]

[tense music playing]

[floorboards creak]

[Ashley] Get the fuck out of my house!

[panting, groaning]

Whoa! Police, police!

Where is he? Is he here?

[inhales sharply]
How'd you get here so quick?

[breathes shakily]

- [Hegarty] Kim.
- [Kim] JP.

- Boss.
- How's the mother?

She's, uh, yeah, she's fine.

- Where's our boy?
- He went out the back. Traveling on foot.

Okay, JP with me.
Let's go. Let's find him.

Do we put out a general alert?

[scoffs] God, no. We'll be here all night.

- Oi! Keith, Keith!
- Let's go. Let's find the little shit.

[Kim on radio]
Finn, get over to Park Hill Road.

- See if he's heading for the station.
- [Finn] Copy that.

[group chattering]

Got you.

- [grunts]
- [group] Oi! Oi!

[Kim] Subject identified!
On foot, heading…

[groans] No, he's going south
off the high street down Markham Road.

He's heading for the canal.

[Kim] You can catch him up
if you take King Street.

[panting]

- [tires screech]
- [horn honks]

Fucking hell.

[Hegarty] Cut him off!

[panting]

Pursuing subject east
up the canal towards Homerton.

[radio beeps]

Fuck. Shit!

Oi! [pants]

Fucking stop!

Oi!

[grunting]

[grunts]

[panting]

[grunting, straining]

[groans]

Stay there.

[speaks indistinctly]

[groans] I-I went back.

Shut up.

He fell in. I… I got him out. I…

Shut up, you hear?

D… Dan, I went back and I got him out.

[Hegarty] Shut up!

Don't you ever say my name again,
you hear?