All language subtitles for Series 1, Episode 1

Oh, good luck.
Morning.

I'll see you later, darling.

(TRAFFIC REPORT ON RADIO)

(SIREN IN DISTANCE)

(PHONE RINGING)

John. Steve.
Good to see you. How are you?

Yeah, fine.
Jodie?

Yeah, she's fine.
Good. Come in.

We kept the place dusted for you.

Didn't water my plant, though.

How does it feel to be back?

Dunno.

I need work. What have you got on?

Oh, you're gonna wish you hadn't
asked.

We've got a situation.
The Deputy Commissioner's here.

Fraser? What about?
Business on the A12.

Yeah, I saw it.

What's that got to do with the Met?

Well, one of ours was involved.
Maybe even caused it.

Police complaints.
No, they're onto it already.

He wants one of us to ride shotgun.

Can I tag along?
No, John...

Ah, come on. I don't want special
treatment. I need work.

OK.

Friday, 5:57, on the A12.

Eight vehicles involved.
Two fatals so far.

One on critical and a half-dozen
injured.

Sir, what's that got to do with us?
I'd have said that was Essex.

It is. They sent an Inspector and a
Scene Manager from Chelmsford, quite
properly,

but two of our boys were pursuing a
vehicle when the accident occurred.

Bloody fools should have called it
over to Essex, but they had to go
for it.

Yeah, but that's still not ours.
Why not just hand over to RCIT?

'Arse it'?

RCIT, sir.

Road Crash Investigation Team.

It's a rather unfortunate acronym.

You haven't got the full picture,
Tolin.

Clacy and Gopal, our boys, chased
the car across the boundary.

They may have even contributed to
the accident.

And it gets worse.
I'm talking two black kids in a BMW.

Now, one of the fathers is shouting
racism, and he's threatened to sue
us.

His name is Bill Jackson. He's a
brand manager with an electrical
company.

His daughter, Alice, was killed in
the accident.

She was 23. If Gopal and Clacy are
responsible for her death,

then before you know it, we'll get
the blame for the rest of it.

Just to add to our troubles, we have
a celebrity of sorts involved.

A man called Richard Reeves.

A property developer. Millionaire.
Never heard of him.

You think that'll matter if his
lawyers get hold of a whiff of
police culpability?

(SIGHS) Then there's this abandoned
vehicle.

Yeah, a white van belonging to an
antiques business in Reading.
Home 2 Bed.

Tax and insurance up to date. Used
for transporting furniture.

What we're looking at is a major
incident with multiple fatalities,

and I want to know everything about
it.

You mean cover our backs?

Yes.

Right, I'll do it.

Leave it to me.

(SIGHS)

Look, are you sure you're all right
with this, John? I'd have thought
that, of all the jobs...

No, I'm all right.
OK.

Well, you just get Fraser what he
wants, and then...you can shove the
whole thing.

Right.

(CAR HORNS)

Derek? Danny. My brother Jeff.

They said you'd be expecting us.

Should have been here an hour ago.
The traffic was bad.

What happens now?

Now? Now you wait.
I've got to be on the ferry at six.

Should have got here earlier, then,
shouldn't you?

Oi. Keys.

WOMAN: Sidney...!
Listen. I've got to go.

I'll see you tomorrow - the usual
place.

You'll bring it with you?
Yes.

You didn't burn any copies?
Of course not.

All right. See you then.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
WOMAN: Sidney? Hello?

Hello. I thought you'd like a cup of
tea.

Thank you.

How's the new computer?

Seems to be er...
Yeah! (CHUCKLES)

Was there something? Did you know
that it's a year since you moved in?

Really?
Yes, one year tomorrow.

So, I wondered if you'd like to have
supper with me.

Just for a change.

Er...it would be like a sort of
celebration.

And er...well, I'm gonna make a
lasagne - nothing special.

That's very kind of you, Mrs
Whitfield.

But erm...I'm over in Stepney
tomorrow.

What time will you be finished?

About six o'clock.

Well, we could eat at seven.

Seven-thirty would be all right.

That would be lovely.

Right. Well, er...I'd better leave
you to it.

Thanks for the tea.

(WHIRRING)

Oi, don't worry about this lot.
A bunch of tossers.
I know their sort.

I don't know, Danny.
We can't back out now.

Trust me. It's easy money.
Anyway, I'm the one who's driving.

It's my van.

Come on. Do you want a coffee?

Look at this shit.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(SIGHS)

(PHONE BLEEPING)

I'm off. I'll see you later.
Bye, darling.

Erm...hold on, young lady.

The party tomorrow means a lot to
your mother, and to me.

I know.
The whole family's gonna be here.

Some of them haven't seen you since
you were this high.

I'll be there.
Bill, stop giving her a hard time.
Let her go and have some fun.

Fun? At her age, I was too busy
working to have fun.

Yes. And you turned out wonderfully.

(CHUCKLES)
Bye, Dad.

How did you know he was here?
He didn't knock.

He dropped me a text, to say he was
outside.

Why? Don't his legs work?

No. He's scared of you.

Don't worry. You'll get a chance to
meet him tomorrow.

What do you mean?
Didn't Mum tell you?

She asked me to invite him.

But he's not family.
Not yet.

And what's that supposed to mean?
Bye, Dad!

Alice!

(ENGINE ROARS)

TANNOY: 'Welcome to the Hook of
Holland. Will vehicles please exit
to the left?'

(BELL)

TV: 'War in this corner of East
Africa

has been raging for several months,
but it was only recently...'

I just don't get it.
What?

The purchase account. I had a call
from the bank today. We're running
an overdraft.

Nothing unusual about that.
No. It's a big one.

I may have used it to pay for Will.

School fees?
Why would you use that account?

I reached for the nearest cheque
book.

It's 4,000, love.
Tell me about it!

Don't do that now. Go and sit down.
Have a glass of wine.

Right.

TV: '..must take every step in his
power to crush the opposition.

He says that the money will build
new roads, schools and hospitals.

His opponents claim he is serving
his own interests...'

Where's Danny tonight?

He's erm...doing a run in Holland.

Again?
You were only there a few weeks ago.

He should have rung by now.
Well, he's been to Holland enough
times. I'm sure he'll manage.

TV: '..something his government
adamantly denies.'

(DOG BARKING)

Come in. You must be Daniel.

Yeah.
That's Jake.

Don't look so worried. Jake's
English, like you.

All right?
All right.

Ex-para?

Don't mind him.
He doesn't like conversation.

Would you like a drink?

Yeah. Thanks.

Where's the...
Relax. Enjoy your drink.

(DOG BARKING)

You came alone?

Of course.

To our new venture.

(DOG BARKING)

RADIO: 'Essex FM.'

'It's 7:30 on Friday morning.
It's pretty miserable,

but it looks like things will clear
up by the end of the day and be fine
for the weekend.

So, to get your day started, here's
Dido on Essex FM.'

Do you want pickle?
Yeah.

I was thinking.

Oh, yeah?
We should get married.

What do you think?

Erm...

I mean, Rob and Cheryl got married
in April. Connor and Kath next month.

Maybe we could get married in
October or something.

Then it'll be like we all got
married in the same year. That'd be
cool.

Yeah...but it takes time to plan a
wedding, Dave. You can't just...

Well, yeah, if you're thinking about
spending a fortune on one of those
fancy do's, maybe.

But I reckon we could get Alan down
at the social club to cut us a deal
on his function room.

We'll book a cheap flight to
Benidorm...

(TEARFULLY) Look, will you just
stop?

What?

It doesn't matter.

You're crying because you're happy,
right? (SIGHS)

So, do you want me to talk to Alan?
Huh!

Bruv, where was you? Oh, my...

(MUSIC POUNDING IN DISTANCE)

What? How could you...? Yesterday...

Gareth!
Yeah?

Hey, listen. I'll ring you back.

Don't tell me that I'm in your flat.

You're in my flat.

You were supposed to take me home
last night.

You weren't in any state to be
driven home! You were like a woman
possessed last night.

After your first drink, there was no
stopping you.

Oh, God. This is all your fault.
How's it my fault?

I don't know. It just is.
(CHUCKLES)

My dad's gonna kill me.
Why?

You've got the whole day.
What time does the party start?

Eight, but you know what he's like -
he wants everything in its place.

Why do I have to come?
Your dad hates me.

He doesn't hate you, does he?

He's never met you.

Besides, it'll be a good chance for
him to see how good we are together.

OK. So, what are we doing?
I don't know. Are you working today?

I can call in sick.
You're gonna be out of a job.

I don't like the job, anyway.

Good. You can come with me and get
Mum's present, then.

Come on.

Where's the money?
They said you'd give me the money.

What, before the job's done?
That's what we agreed.

We agreed you'd be paid at delivery.

When it's complete you'll get your
money.

What if I'm stopped?

You have a crossing to make.
You're wasting time.

Yeah, well, you...you phone ahead.
Tell them that I want the money.

Of course.

(DOG BARKING)

Dickhead.

MAN: Well, the good news is, it's up
22 per cent.

Yeah, that's right. No, not
surprised. Pleased.

Yeah. The downside is,
USA's flat-lining at six per cent.

Yes, so we're gonna have to do
something for the shareholders.

Maybe give them a different kind of
biscuit?

Yeah. Huh! Yes.

Yes, I'll be in contact.
Take care. Bye.

Come in. You've got your 4:30
appointment, Mr Fowler.

Thank you, Karen. It's just, they're
talking about the traffic.

It's the weekend. You might get held
up.

Good point.
Why don't you ring down and make
sure my car's standing by?

Already done. They're waiting for
you out the front.

What would I do without you?

Thank you, Karen.

(HOOTER)

(TAPPING KEYS)

Oh, bugger.

Ian, can you ring Karen, my PA?

I left the bloody HO report on my
desk. She'll know which one it is,
so get her to bring it down.

Right.

(RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

This is ridiculous.
I'll do it myself.

(RINGING)

Karen?
I erm...

I got the Ethlosine results you
wanted, Mr Fowler.

I was gonna put them on your desk
for Monday morning.
Then I dropped them.

I forgot the HO report for the
Minister.

Oh, God, sorry. I should have
spotted it.

It's all right. Not your problem.

What have you planned for the
weekend? Anything fun?

Oh, I'm just gonna drive down to
London to see a friend.

London again, eh?

Enjoy yourself.

(GULLS CRYING)

(SLOT MACHINES BLEEPING)

TANNOY: 'Ladies and gentlemen, we
will shortly be arriving at Harwich.

We'd like to remind all passengers
to collect their personal
belongings before disembarking.

Can all drivers please now make
their way to their vehicles?'

Hiya.

Sorry. Dave needed a lift.

You're lucky you haven't got kids.
Then you'll have something to
complain about.

I've got Dave. I don't need kids.

Oh. Hang on a sec.

Yeah, that's it.
Take your frustration out on a wasp.

Well, why should we be the only ones
to suffer?

Table for one?
Yes, please.

(BUZZING)

(PONDEROUS PIANO CHORDS)

That's very good, Simon. But the
melody is all in the right hand.

You need to bring it out more.

Try it again from the top.

(RESUMES PLAYING)

Sir.
Thanks.

(GULLS CRYING)

(BLEEP)

I'm sorry, Richard, but I did warn
you.

You told me we'd have all the
permissions in place by June.

You said we'd be in the first stages
of construction by now.

Yes, but you know I said the
authorities here are even slower
than they are in the UK.

And we still have issues with
over-development.

Summer will soon be over and we're
still sat on a wasteland.
Why isn't Bernhard here?

You can meet him tomorrow.
No, I'm flying home this afternoon.
Get him to call me.

What do I tell him? Ich habe immer
noch Bedenken uber den Zeitplan.

Wir holen auf.

Your German's getting better.

Well, it will be fluent by the time
we get started.

Thank you, Mrs Parker.
Thank you.

I'll see you next week, Simon.
And remember - bring out the tune.

Er...Simon...

I'm off to pick up Will.

What are those?

It's his uniform. I'm going to see
if I can have them taken out.

He's growing so fast.

Why don't you buy him a new pair?

Never mind. Forget it.

Did you speak to Danny?
He's just got back to Harwich.

That's all right, then.

You know, if you can't trust him,
maybe he should look for another
job.

I never said I didn't trust him.
Anyway, there are no other jobs out
there.

That's the trouble with you - too
soft.

See you later.

MAN: Yes, yes, we are. OK.

It's Edwards. Brian Edwards.

And her name is Joyce Thompson.

Yes, thank you.

(CLEARS THROAT) Er...sorry. I wonder
if you can help me.

I'm sorry. We're just closing.

Well...it's rather important. I need
a print-out from a memory stick.

Oh, no problem. Leave it with me and
collect it in the morning.

No, sorry. You don't understand.
I can't leave it.
I need...I need it now.

I don't mind paying extra.

Come on, then. Give it here.
Thank you.

(SNORING)

Hello.

Where have you been?
I was expecting you ages ago.

Yeah, I got held up. Sorry. Urgent
last-minute job.

I shouldn't have done it.

Joyce all right?
Oh, not too bad.

Did she have a sleep?
She said she doesn't like the bed.

That's a new one.
Well...

I'll take her out this evening, if
you like. Give you a rest.

Would you mind?
No, of course not.

JOYCE: Christine?
Oh, God.

I'll go.
Christine?

Christine!

POLICE OFFICER: 70. 72.

70. 69.

Do you ever wonder if this is it,
Cind?

You know. This. Us.

I mean, when I was a kid, this
wasn't exactly what I had in mind
for myself.

Oh, it never is.

I just get the feeling that life's
passing me by. You know?

I mean, literally, at 70 miles an
hour!

(LAUGHS) You think too much!

Well, no-one's ever accused me of
that before. Talking too much,
maybe.

Yeah, that as well.
Oi!

Look, if you want to do something
different, you should do it.

Like what, though?
Work in McDonald's?

You're the one with all the dreams.

Yeah. Win the lottery and see the
world.

Why wait for the lottery?
Do it, anyway.

Do either of you own the pale-green
Ford Focus parked over there?

Oh, it's mine. Don't tell me -
the tax is out of date.

No, I just wanted to say it's a
really crap car.

(LAUGHS WEAKLY)
Any chance of a cup of tea?

How long have you two boys been out
there?

Since about one.
Speed trap?

Just keeping the roads safe, miss.

Yeah, yeah.

Go on, then.

70.

72.

68.

70.
Do you have to do that?

It's the speeds. I know what it is.
It's just fucking annoying.

What's wrong with you today?
Sitting here all day with you
pulling people over - that's what.

78.

And it's a Beamer. Let's get it.
Double points for a Beamer.

When I finish this. OK?

We'll get the next one.

(DOOR BELL JINGLING)

Sorry I'm late.

I got held up.

Lesson? I ordered you a coffee.

Thanks.
Nice little earner, is it?

What?
Private lessons.

Didn't you say you once worked in a
school?

I don't remember telling you that.
A private school, you said.

That was years ago. It was a prep
school. I didn't like it.

So, have you got it, then?

What did you think?
What did you pay?

Don't worry, Sid.
I'll take care of it.

What are friends for?

James, it's Karen.
I've got the document.

I made a copy of it, like you said.

I'll be there at seven, as agreed.

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

Give me 15 minutes, Paul.
Right, sir.

Shouldn't be too much traffic.

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

(PHONE RINGS)

WOMAN: 'Where are you?'
I'm at home. Just got in.

Raffle prizes straight through.
In the room with the champagne.

'What?'
Nothing. You're going to be late.

I'll be fine.
I'm just getting changed.

Well, seven o'clock - remember?
You're giving the opening speech.

Don't worry. I'll be there.
The trip went well, since you ask(!)

Sorry. You're breaking up.
What did you say?

'Nothing. See you soon.'

Can I help?

Where's the toilet?
Just through there.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(POUNDING MUSIC ON CAR STEREO)

Don't look so worried.

It's just my family.

Yeah, well, I want to make a good
impression.

Just chill out. They're gonna love
you.

Aunt Sade's gonna grill you on your
entire family history.

You give her a couple of drinks, and
she's...she's actually a lot of fun!

And she'll go and spread the word on
how lovely you are.

And of course there is Ned.

Yeah, my dad's over-protective
brother.

Your dad has a brother? Yeah, he's
bound to give you a grilling.

Dad listens to every single word
that this man says,

so if you get on the wrong side of
him, you are sunk.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm just kidding! He's got a
brother, but they're like chalk and
cheese.

Dad despairs of him, so you two will
probably get on just fine.

Yeah, funny(!)

Give me a kiss.

Now, put your foot down. I want to
get there in plenty of time.

(ENGINE ROARING)

I don't want to go.
Oh, come on, Mum. You like a drive.

Why can't you take me?

Let's let Chris get on with the
dinner.

And I'll take you up to Sandhill.
You like it up there, don't you?

How long will you be?
Couple of hours. Don't worry.

Have a nice time, Mum.

So, what are you up to over the
weekend, Paul?

Me?

Me and the wife are going over to my
daughter's.

When is the baby due?
She gave birth last week, sir.

A baby girl.

Congratulations.

Are you sure you don't mind?
Yeah, you go home.

She gets so narked when I'm late.

Who, Gemma?
Yeah, almost as bad. My mum.

She loves baby-sitting, but in small
doses.

Yeah, well, at least she doesn't
charge you, eh?

Go on. Go on.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Any chance I can get a glass of tap
water?

Yeah, sure.

That's £1.50.

I'm joking. It's free.

But now it'll taste better.

Do you wanna eat?
No, I'm fine. I've got to get home.

All right.
Have a good evening.

Yeah, and you.

Oh, come on. Where is it?

Oh, for goodness' sake!
I don't believe it.

DAN: Yeah, I'm at the service
station waiting.

Of course the A12. Do you think I'm
stupid?

What's going on? No-one's here.

That's not what we agreed.

That's 40 minutes from here!

All right. All right. I'm on my way.

But you'd better bloody be there!

This place does my head in.
Every time I leave here I'm always
running late for something.

See you later.
See you.

Where are you going?
This isn't the way to Sandhill.

No, I thought we'd go somewhere
different.

Where are you taking me?

Bingo! There's one. BMW. 83.

(SIREN)

Must be my birthday.

(SIREN)

(TYRES SQUEALING)

(SIREN)

(TYRES SQUEALING)

For God's sake, Joyce!
(TYRES SQUEALING)

John...

What do you think?

That's a mess.

Well, are you sure you really want
it?

All that information, and we still
don't know what caused it.

Well, you're gonna have to work out
of Chelmsford.

Yeah, yeah, I'll go up there
tomorrow.

Do you er...want a drink?

No.

No. Er...you go home.

It's good to have you back.

What do you call a young black guy
in a BMW?

Get back in your cars!

'Ann Stallwood. Chelmsford RCIT.
I'll be taking over.'

There is something I do need most
urgently. I left it in the backseat.

Did you see that collision on the
news?

The A12?
I'm looking into that.

I'm sorry. It's been a year, John.
You've blanked me for a year.

My name's Jane, by the way.
Hello, Jane. I'm Richard.

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