All language subtitles for Whitechapel S02E01 pt1 x264 RB58

Congratulations, sir. Well done.

Don't you want some, sir?
It's free.

You finish one, and they replace it
with another bottle.

I didn't know they made wine in...
Malta.

Are you going to mention any names?

A few.

Will you be making reference
to my own part in the investigation?

'Ey? I don't even know
what you're doing here.

I'm a guest. Well, this is for
the police, for detectives.

You're not a detective.
You have no place here.

I'm as much a detective
as any of you.

I can solve any crime
I put my mind to.

From the comfort
of your armchair, yeah.

Gentlemen, please. Let's not make
a long night feel even longer.

Dunno. What DO you call a bird
with egg and bacon on her face?

Caf'.

I still have your best
interests at heart.

I understand the politics, sir.
Are you enjoying your time as DI?

I'd enjoy the challenges -
if there were any.

Seriously, Joe, are you satisfied
being a detective?

There's nothing to do.

A few domestics, Saturday night
kebab shop stabbings,

that's been it since the... Ripper.

I'm inert.

Another big case will find you soon.

Be ready.

I will be, sir.

Did I say somethin' wrong?

It was only a joke.
I didn't mean anything by it.

Never did think your face fit.

..and no-one has worked harder
than DCI Cazenove's team.

Thanks to them, the capital
is safer now than it has ever been.

to DCI Cazenove.

after many years of dedicated
and valuable service...

Excuse me? I just wanted
to say congratulations.

What you've done is impressive.
It's truly amazing.

Thank you.
DI Chandler?

Oh, you've heard of me?

You're the man who failed
to catch the Ripper.

I couldn't fault anything you did.
Thank you. That means a lot.

It's a bloody shame he got away.

Next is an award for bravery.

Detective Sergeant Ray Miles.

Your sergeant's up.
Go on, Sarge!

I'll keep this short and sweet.

I got stabbed in the liver
by the Ripper,

and I nearly bled to death.

I'm standing here now because
my DI stayed with me,

and saved my life.

He could've given chase,
made the arrest

and solved the case of
a lifetime, but he didn't.

He stayed by my side.

And for that, we're punished.

Stuck right at the back
on the last table, next to the bins.

See, I can't help thinking,

if he'd have let me die...

..and made the arrest
and gone on to catch the Ripper,

he'd be sitting at the front here,
where the champagne is.

Since when is saving your
sergeant's life the wrong decision?

So, thanks for this. But no thanks.

And now I just need to catch a bus
back to my table.

Haven't you got any work
to be getting on with?

We're all up-to-date. Learn to enjoy
these moments, take it easy.

Here y'are. Review the files.

Have a look around, see if there's...
any tidying to be done.

You want us to look busy?
I want you to be ready for action.

Sharp.

I see.

No, no, no. We'll be right there.

We've got one!
What, a domestic?

No, it's in the river.
Not a suicide?

A bona fides whodunit.

Miles?

I just wanted to thank you
for what you said last night.

Well, it's just the truth
as I see it.

Yes, but I didn't know
you felt so strongly...

about what happened.

About me. It was only a speech
after one too many.

It doesn't mean we're engaged
or anything.

Hello. Come in.
Make yourself at home.

So, what have you got for me?
Something gruesome, I'm afraid.

Don't worry. Nothing bothers me now.

He's been in the water
for a good couple of weeks.

The fish have been at him.
Male, 60-plus...

large, penetrating wound
in the chest,

a couple of ribs missing,

and the heart has been cut
to pieces, very little left.

And here... the skull has been
cracked open quite violently -

large portion missing.

And the brain... well, has gone.

I'm gonna need a bit longer
with this one.

Can't make any promises,
given the body's condition.

Miles, are you OK?
I need some air.

Probably caused by post-traumatic
stress, because of the stabbing.

Now, we can, as a team,
help him back on his feet,

and by showing understanding
and compassion...

Ah, you big Nancy boy!

Well, carry on.
Don't let me stop you.

Our first task is to identify
the victim.

We don't know if he's
on the DNA database,

and he's been in the water
too long for prints.

What about dental records?
He wore dentures.

I'll check missing persons.
Good.

In the meantime... we can use this.

They're handmade.

The cobbler would have used a last,

which is the shape of
the man's foot carved in wood.

Each last is unique. We find this
man's last, it'll give us his name.

'Smith.'
The cobbler's called Smith.

Now, he's retired, but his lasts
were sold to the landlord

of the Grave Maurice pub
off the Whitechapel Road.

You sure you don't want to do this
with a couple of uniforms?

It's just a pub, Miles.

Aren't you coming in?
You go on. I'll wait outside.

Deep breaths, remember?
Yeah, I know, I know. I'm fine.

DI Chandler.

I want to see the lasts
you bought from Mr Smith.

Help yourself.

What did you do that for?

'And now it has come
to us to stand alone...'

'..humbly before God,
but conscious that we serve
an unfolding purpose...'

'..our native land
against the invasion
by which it is threatened.'

What the hell happened here?!

Some young offenders blocked
the sinks upstairs.

Ah, God!
Sorry.

Don't mind me.

DC Mansell.
Oh, er, DI Chandler.

Sorry about the mess. Welcome.

Finley Mansell, king of the canteen.
Good to see ya.

I saved you the desk next to mine.
We'll have a right laugh.

We have a murder, so you'll have
to hit the ground running.

That's what I'm here for.
Let's rock'n'roll.

Oi.

Cheers.

The name on the last
was Lennie Cobb.

Two months ago, Lennie vanished
from open prison,

where he was serving 18 months
for credit card fraud.

He was a model prisoner
and well liked generally,

which begs the question,
why was he murdered so brutally -

Excuse me, sir. There's a...

There's a man downstairs,
reckons he knows everything
about the murder.

Come on, Miles.

What's the matter?

Now I'm in uniform,
you don't know me any more?

I'm a ghost. Huh.

'Gangland Britain!'

'Cash, stash, pie'n'mash!'

'Welcome to the East End.'

'In fact, they grew up on these...'
Oh, turn this crap off.

I haven't got to
the relevant bit yet.

'The Kray twins helped
Frank 'The Mad Axeman' Mitchell
escape from prison,

and hid him away in this very flat.'

'Mitchell became a liability,

and, like all problems,
they solved it with violence.'

'They sent men to kill him,

and cut bullets from his heart
and his brain,

then the body of Frank Mitchell...'

All right. That's enough.
Show's over.

Lennie Cobb was part
of the Krays' firm.

He escaped from prison,
and then he winds up dead.

It's not a coincidence.
His death is a message.

What message would that be?
An old score, a tribute - who knows?

But you know what we've got here,
don't you?

Another copycat. A crazed Kray fan.

They have a huge following,
you know?

The Krays were the original
British gangsters.

They made violence profitable.
They invented the firm.

That whole 'diamond geezer'
aesthetic,

the sharp suits, flash jewellery,
cars, all came from them.

They were the Robin Hoods
of the East End,

the rock stars of murder.
That's enough.

All that proves is
you once had hair.

It don't make you a detective.
The documentary isn't perfect.

I was asked to do it
after Ronnie's death in '95,

but it wasn't the serious
analysis I was promised.

However, it will help you to predict
what the killer will do next.

There are at least two more deaths
to come, if I'm right.

Which, of course, I am.

Again.

Why'd you humour him?
It only encourages him.

He's like a kid wanting attention,
'Look at me, Mummy.'

He was right about the Ripper.
So what?

He's not a copper. Bloody amateur!

I just don't want to send you off
in the wrong direction.

Was he shot? Well, he was dead
before he hit the water.

The injuries to his chest
could've been caused by a blade
or a boat's propeller.

I'd love to give you more,
but the crabs had all the evidence.

There's nothing here
to support a copycat theory.

Not yet. But there's something about
this murder that doesn't feel right.

I'm gonna talk to Lennie's family,

get a sense of his world
and who might want to kill him.

Good. You do that.
Well, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna see a doctor.

I wonder if you can help me.
I'm looking for woundings.

Not your usual Friday night stuff.

I know exactly what you mean.

They started coming in
six months ago.

But they won't involve the police.

The victims won't give names.
They won't say who did it.

They just want to be stitched up
and gone.

So, we won't have heard about them?

These are very nasty injuries,
very deliberate, very old-school.

The last lad was found on the floor
of a pub toilet.

They had to put the remains
of his face in a bucket.

Lennie had no reason
to escape from prison.

He liked it there.

He liked it?
My brother was institutionalised.

Couldn't look after himself
when he was out.

Couldn't cope.

In prison... he had respect.

They wanted to hear him talk
about Ron and Reg.

Lennie got to be part of the legend.

Ron and Reg Kray?
Do you know any others?

I think someone took him.

Hello, Dan.

I'm Detective Sergeant Miles.

I don't wanna talk to you.
Can you go away, please?

Did you really have that
coming to you?

Go, or I'll have you thrown out.

You probably don't realise it,
but you were lucky.

My advice? Get better...

and get the hell out of Whitechapel.

Where's Miles?
He's called in sick.

He's lost his bottle. Let's not
write him off over a bad week.

DI Chandler. DCI Cazenove?
What are you doing here?

We have been tasked to take over
the enquiry. On what grounds?

That it's a gang-related killing.

DS Ray Miles has identified
a pattern of violence,

and has found links
to organised crime,

which require further investigation.
That's news to me.

Fine, help yourself (!)

Take it all. I'm sorry.
I don't mean to step on your toes.

I'll keep you informed.

Don't start shouting.
You'll scare the fish.

I've a good mind to push you in.
Take some food.

I don't wanna feed fish.
I want an explanation.

Sit down. Sir.

I know you don't like what I did,
but it had to be done.

It was shaping up to be
a really interesting case.

Some cases can be too interesting.
What the hell does that mean?

Let's go to the pub.
Wha...?

It's two in the afternoon.
Well, they'll all be there then.

Two pints of bitter, please.
Actually, I'll have -

No, two pints of bitter.

Just look around
and tell me what you see.

A tough crowd for
the lunchtime stripper?

You're looking
but you're not seeing.

Try again.

'Hold it!'

'Keep still'

They rammed a cutlass
into his mouth and carved.

They call it a Chelsea smile.
Jesus!

As soon as I saw Lennie Cobb's body,

I thought someone might
be copying the Krays.

And when I discovered the woundings,
I knew it for certain.

If you thought it was a copycat,
why didn't you tell me?

Look, the Krays owned London.

They built up a wall of fear
using violence and madness,

and nobody could touch them.

They had the police
in their pockets,

they blackmailed politicians,
they fixed their juries.

Their name and reputation
was the law.

Now someone's using
the Kray name again,

copying what they did.

The last thing I needed
was Buchan getting you involved.

I do wish you wouldn't
underestimate me.

I can handle myself, you know?

I can!

Ah! Keeping busy?

Hello?
Yeah, it's me.

How you doin'?

Look, look, look.

This is how I do the phones
in Crimewatch.

Back of which snooker hall?
'The Regency.'

'There's been a stabbing.'
Who is this?

Look. Now I'm writing down notes
like someone's called a tip in.

That's great.

Mansell!

That's not funny!
What? What have I done?

The phone. Sorry, sir, but you
did say to make yourself look busy.

Who were you talking to?
McCormack, sir.

You didn't call me just now?
No, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Right, it APPEARS I've just had
an anonymous tip about a bayoneting
at a snooker hall.

A bayoneting? Give it to Cazenove.
I will, but I want to look first.

Why? If someone's copying the Krays,
this case will be huge.

You haven't listened
to a word I've said!

This is dangerous!
Fine, I'll take Kent.

If somebody is copying the Krays,

that would just make them
a pathetic wannabe.

You don't need to be scared.

You need to give them a slap,
tell them how to behave.

A slap, yeah, that'd do it (!)

Can you tell me what happened?

Yeah. I was playing, and I slipped.

You slipped?
Yeah, don't I feel silly, eh?

Who put the knife through your hand?
What knife?

That's the barman -
In the Grave Maurice. Yeah, I know.

Who's he?
Steven Dukes.

His father runs the family firm,
so if you're gonna talk to him
behave yourself.

I'm the police.
I'll talk to him however I want.

DI Chandler.

Were you here when
this man was attacked?

Please don't ignore me. It makes
me think you have something to hide.

If you wanna talk to me,
arrest me.

Otherwise, get off my premises.

I'm gonna have a look around.

I'm the one who called you.
Do you have a name yet?

Meeting me was the right decision.

Do you work for...
Steven Dukes?

I would call him my colleague,
rather than my boss.

Et tu, Brute?

Julius Caesar. That's very good.

And not far from the truth.

The violence is getting out
of control.

It's bad for business.
Needs to be reined in.

Well, why not go to
the organised crime division?

Cos somebody in high places
thinks you're the man for the job.

Give me something on Dukes, then.

Be a detective.

I'll help you where I can.

You think Dukes is the copycat?
The Kray legend is very potent,

and a clever man could use it
to consolidate his power.

Find out everything you can on him,

known associates, arrests,
warrants - that kind of thing.

OK. I'll bring you everything I can
find on Dukes first thing tomorrow.

Watch your back.

BUCHAN: 'The legend of the Krays
continues to inspire fear

and admiration in London's
infamous East End.'

Steven Dukes is part of
a notorious crime family.

He must have idolised the Krays,

and now he's using the legend
to build his empire.

Does he wear Italian suits,

a monogrammed shirt?

Not when he was standing
in a snooker hall, no.

Ah, but don't you see?
If he were the copycat, he would.

The copycat went to great trouble

to recreate the EXACT details
of Frank Mitchell's death.

Lennie Cobb was taken from
Dartmoor Prison, like Mitchell,

and his injuries were,
tragically, just like Mitchell's.

Anyone who cares about those details
would at least wear the suit.

This is about power, not fancy dress.

It's not about a pretence or an act.
It's about BEING a Kray.

I don't think it can be Dukes.
Dukes has motive.

He has opportunity, and he inspires
enough fear to ensure silence.

My instinct tells me
that he's the one.

There are two more iconic murders,
two more victims to come,

the shooting of George Cornell and
slaughter of Jack 'The Hat' McVitie.

If I'm right... then your killer
is far more dangerous

than a mere villain on the make.

Miles, Organised Crime have arrested
a man for the murder of Lennie Cobb.

And we've been invited
to see the interview.

'Can't cope on his own?'
No, I think Cazenove's
trying to be considerate.

Yeah, yeah, all right.
I'll see you there. OK.

Stop right there, Constable!

I said stop!

So glad you could come.
No hard feelings, I hope.

None at all.

DS Miles, you're the man who thought
this murder was gang-related.

It's a hugely exciting idea, and we
looked into it as far as we could,

but, quite honestly,
it's all a bit of a fantasy.

What, I imagined the murder
and the bloke with the stiletto
knife through his hand?

There's a lot of
circumstantial evidence.

This murder isn't part
of a big crime ring

with villains resurrected
from the swinging '60s.

It's just the senseless
killing of a pensioner.

Here's the suspect.

Paul Gedding, 15th of January, 1983.

You know him?
Paul's a little chancer.

Into jargoons and tweedles,
nothing big.

What language are you speaking?

Selling people fake jewellery,
small-time cons.

Is he violent?
No. Bloody coward.

He's only survived this long
cos he's fast on his feet.

I'll say this, though.
He can be bought for anything.

'..state your name
and date of birth.'

'Paul Gedding,
15th of January, 1983.'

'Can you tell us why
you're here today, Paul.'

'I killed an old man.'

'Do you know his name?'
'Yeah.'

'Lennie. Lennie Cobb.'

'Go ahead, Paul, in your own time.'

'Well, I was on my way home
from the pub,

and I felt something in my pocket,

and there's this old man
trying to steal my credit cards.'

'So, we had a little fight,

and I stabbed him in the chest once,
and he died.'

'And we were down by the river...

so I pushed him in -
and I threw the knife in, too.'

'I can't live with what I've done,
and that's why I wanted to confess.'

If Paul was paid to confess,
I wanna know who paid him.

It doesn't matter. Organised Crime
get the result they want -

end of story, as far
as they're concerned.

'Yeah, any chance of getting
somethin' to eat?'

So, you owned the snooker hall
in 2008, and then you sold it?

I didn't sell it. I gave it away.

To Steven Dukes?
Yes. To him.

Why did you do that?
Because I'm not stupid.

You should watch your mouth.

Kent? Was it Steven Dukes?
I don't know.

How bad is it? We won't know
until the surgeon can assess

the damage done
to the sciatic nerve.

I've been striped.
Deep slashes to the buttocks.

Come on. The villains like it
because it's a nasty injury

and you can't be done
for attempted murder.

This is all my fault.

I underestimated Dukes.
I sent Kent out alone.

You can't blame yourself
for the way they behave.

Kent's a good policeman,
loyal, diligent.

Now his whole future's uncertain.

Dukes has sealed his fate.
Sealed his fate?

Do you imagine this is a fair fight
where the best man wins?

This is a scrap.

Where the meanest,
hardest bastard wins.

You don't know what I'm capable of.

This is the pattern.
Lennie Cobb, taken from open prison,

murdered, extensive damage
to head and chest,

dumped in the Thames.

Frank 'The Mad Axeman' Mitchell
escaped from prison,

shot in the head and chest,
bullets dug out of the body,

dumped in the sea
off Newhaven, 1966.

Sol Cross, the barman,
who had a stiletto blade

put through his hand
on a snooker table.

This man was bayoneted to a table
at the Regal billiard hall.

Dan Street had his face
cut off in a pub toilet,

just like Joe 'The Boxer,' 1966.

Now, the men who attacked
these people in '66

were Ronnie and Reggie Kray.

DCI Cazenove doesn't agree with me,

but I believe the man who attacked
these people and striped Kent

wants to be just like the Krays.

He wants the criminal empire,
the power, the respect,

and I think that man
is Steven Dukes.

All we have to do now is prove it.

Now... Dukes is not afraid
to target police.

And he may already have allies
in this station.

So, er... I'm giving you a choice.

This one's a matter of conscience.

You do what's right for you
and your families.

Sorry, not me.
I'm out, sir.

Well, I'm in.

Yeah, course. Well, Someone's
gotta hold your hand.

Just us, then?
Probably safer that way.

Right, from now on,
no-one goes out on their own.

OK? And find different ways
to travel to work.

Just change your routines.

We need to know everything there is
about Steven Dukes.

And check out Paul Gedding,
who confessed to killing Lennie Cobb.

If he was paid off,
the money might lead to Dukes.

I'll take that one, boss.
Good man.

Sir?
Thank you.

Joe. Would you like a drink?

Er, no, thank you.
Always on duty, eh?

Why am I here?

A friendly word in your ear.

About your sergeant.
Miles?

What do you know about
his background? Not much.

East End born and bred... family have
been there for generations.

Ask him about his father.

Ask him about Freddie 'The Dip.'

Freddie 'The Dip?'

You are joking? You need to know
who you're dealing with.

His mum's had her mortgage paid off,

and Paul's got five grand
in the bank.

His family are saying
it's premium bonds.

But they can't prove it.

Listen, lads. Paul Gedding...

Slasher Daneford.
Good to see you again.

Hello, Ed.
You making another documentary?

No, no, this is a private matter.

One of considerable importance
to you.

You gave evidence about the murder
of Jack 'The Hat' McVitie.

It caused a stir in court,

and made the front pages
of the evening papers.

I'm out that game.

I'm a granddad now.
You can't escape the past.

Lennie Cobb testified
against Ronnie and Reggie Kray.

He gave evidence implicating them
in the disposal of Frank Mitchell,

and he was killed
in exactly the same way -

as punishment, revenge!

Ed. I like you.
But you're talking bollocks.

Someone is copying
these iconic murders...

and I think you will be
the next victim.

Look, I wasn't scared of them then.

I'm hardly likely
to be scared now, am I?

Nice seeing you, Ed.

This is what we have
so far on Paul Gedding.

Can you trace where
the money came from? No.

It's all been done in cash.

We can't prove it,
but it doesn't look good.

I was right about you.

You are a great detective.

And you have saved me and my team
a shit-load of embarrassment.

It was Miles, actually.

So, you still think this is
the work of a crazed tribute act?

I'm working on a theory.

You're chasing phantoms again.

Nearly caught one before.

Thanks for coming, Chris.
What can I do for you sir?

Paul Gedding.
Yes, sir?

DI Chandler has just informed me
that Mr Gedding was paid to confess.

I'm sorry, sir.

You see, what really bothers me
about something like this

is that it makes us ALL
look incompetent.

It's not Dukes. It's not about
power or money or empire building.

The motive is revenge. The victims
gave evidence against the Krays,

and they will be killed in
the manner of their testimony.

So, who do you think will be next?
Slasher Daneford.

He testified about the death
of Jack 'The Hat' McVitie,

and he's like McVitie in many ways.

I tried to warn him, but he's
refused to run or seek protection.

I am a real detective,
in my heart, in my bones,

and I do not need a warrant card
to prove it.

Thanks for the tip.

We really appreciate it.
Don't just humour me, Joe!

You must talk to Slasher.

I can't have his death
on my conscience.

What's he doing?
He's been outside for ages.

He's putting on a show.

For us?

He knows we're here?
Yeah. He knows.

I want the rest of the team
watching Steven Dukes. Good.

And we'll go and talk
to this Slasher Daneford.

Buchan's come up with a theory
based on his choice of victim.

It don't make him right.
I know, but I owe him.

It's one conversation.
He's not a detective.

Imagine him trying
to pass the physical!

Are you gonna let them
boss you about?

Sticks and stones.

They're on the take.
And it makes me sick.

I know. Nothing worse.

'Slasher Daneford will be murdered
in the manner of Jack McVitie.'

DI Chandler.

'It's me again.
You looking for Slasher Daneford?'

Where is he?
'Other side of the river.'

'Outside St Mary's Church,
green Rover.'

'But you wanna be quick.'

'Once he got there, Reggie tried
to shoot him, but the gun jammed.'

'McVitie begged for mercy,
but Ronnie pinned his arms back,

and shouted at Reg to kill him.'

'Reggie stabbed McVitie in the face,
then in the stomach.'

'Then he was impaled
through the throat to the floor.'

That's him, isn't it?

Yeah, that's him in the car.

That's Slasher.

Well, he looks all right.

Looks like he's waiting for someone.

Let's go and have a word with him.
No. We wait and see who turns up.

Was your father part
of the Krays' firm?

Whose side are you on?

My dad was known
as Freddie 'The Dip.'

Because he could pick
anyone's pocket.

He used to do a turn where
he'd take off Ronnie Kray's watch

without him noticing,
get it right off his wrist.

Ronnie thought it was hilarious.

He loved his tricks.

He even brought old Ronnie home
for tea one day.

I'll always remember him
sitting in the front room.

Cos I'd never seen anyone
with eyes like Ronnie's before.

They were like a shark's.

Black and dead.

Frightened the life out of me.

Anyway, shortly after that,
my dad skedaddled, buggered off.

Don't know where or why or...

But me and my mum,
we just had to get on with it.

You should have told me
your father was part of the firm -

He wasn't part of the firm.
He was nothing.

He was an entertainer,
like a jester.

He wasn't treated any different
to the dwarves and the donkeys

that Ronnie used to bring
to his parties.

Do not hug me.

I wasn't going to.

You were thinking about it.

Edward Buchan.

I thought you'd appreciate
a souvenir.

'They got to him, Joe.
Slasher's dead.'

No, he's not.
I'm looking at him right now.

And Dukes hasn't moved. He's still
at the club with his crew.

After they killed
Jack 'The Hat' McVitie in 1967,

Slasher dumped the body
in south London.

'Near London Bridge.'

'By a church.'

McVitie was propped up in his car...
like he was still alive.

It wasn't Dukes. It is Dukes.
He sent someone else to kill him.

No. That's not their way.
The Krays were hands-on.

That's why they were so feared.
THEY did the killing.

The Krays ordered the killing
of Frank Mitchell.

It wasn't a hard-and-fast rule.

They killed Jack with
their bare hands. I'm telling you!

If Dukes didn't kill Slasher,
he's not the copycat.

The legend tells us that.

Then, maybe Buchan's right,
and this is all about revenge.

But that means that...

Oh, my God.

28 members of the firm turned
Queen's evidence at the trial.

Who'd want them all dead now?
I can only think of two people.

The legend promises that one day
Ron and Reg will return.

Resurrected.
I'm not afraid of ghosts.

I am.

I still don't see how you can use
history to catch the Krays.

Anything is possible.

Let us detect.

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