All language subtitles for 4Wolfe s01e044.eng

♪ There's a world outside my door

♪ I don't know it anymore

♪ I'm gonna stay here now

♪ Take a breath and say a prayer

♪ Find the strength
in my despair

♪ It's not gonna take me down

♪ I can see clearly now
the rain has gone

♪ I accept all the things that I
cannot change

♪ It's gonna be a bright

♪ Bright, sunshiny day ♪

Oh, God, it's grim down here.

Looks like the stuff that lurks
in cups under Flick's bed.

- She still hasn't gone - home yet?
- She's claimed asylum.

Don't pretend you're not thrilled.

Hydrogen sulphide levels
are rising.

High enough exposure to hydrogen
sulphide and they're looking at

cortical pseudolaminar necrosis.
Which in English means...?

- Brain cell death.
- Not unlike the kind experienced by loved-up teenagers.

Well, actually, experiments show
that sex causes neurogenesis

which improves cognition.
That's only been proven in rats.

- Christ on a bike!
- Ha-ha.

- I call her Sharon, after my - ex-wife.
- She's a stunner.

- Not the kind of girl you'd take home - though.
- Not with these gas issues.

- Where is it?
- Just on the left here.

- I didn't touch it.
- Any chance of you actually putting those masks on?

Hey. Would you mind?

Hold this.

Oh!

It's alright, mate,
you're alright, mate. It's alright.

It's alright. Calm down, calm down.

- Well that could've gone - better.
- Yep.

Just leaving now. I'd say at least
an hour, an hour and a half?

Dot... Yeah?
Do you need a hand?

Aha, bless. Little bit of dad humour
there, well done, very good.

When they say dad joke,
they just mean bad joke.

There's only one thing worse
than finding a rat in your fatberg.

- So gross.
- I think we can safely say it didn't die of natural causes.

You'd better tell Betsy we're
dealing with a double homicide.

Apparently the body parts were found
in this section here.

Which is fed by each of these
sewer lines in turn.

So the victim could've been dropped
down a manhole in an area

spanning half of Manchester.
That's about the size of it.

It's like Stonehenge,
but made of shit.

Something for our third-year
students to get their teeth into.

Cheer up, Dominique,
it might never happen.

- My partner's a nut job, - so it already has.
- Partner?

Er, Megan?

Fuck's sake, Steve.

Right, let's see what we've got
before Maxine cuts him into pieces.

Well, someone's already beaten her
to it. But minus his left hand,

he's all there.
Unlike our perpetrator,

who, I'm guessing, probably isn't.

- He makes Steve looked tanned.
- Oi!

He's been saponified. He's basically
soap. What do we know?

This is 28-year-old Sol James,

whose DNA is helpfully on police
record thanks to a 2014 conviction

- for shoplifting. - Ligature marks.
- And... oh, God...

extensive blunt force trauma.

I can see a rainbow.
: A rainbow?

A bruise is caused when capillaries
are damaged and leak blood.

As the body reabsorbs the
constituent parts of that blood,

- the bruise changes colour.
- When we see bruising of several different colours,

we know that the bruises were caused at
different times, which is a red flag for...

- Domestic violence.
- And signs of domestic violence on a corpse

is a red flag for... Spousal murder.
Roses are red, violets are blue.

All these colours at once,
suggest your spouse killed you.

Catchy.

Sol James's husband is
a Mr David West.

West. Very popular name for
psychopaths.

- Name one other than Fred.
- Rose.

Mr West?

It must be a terrible shock.

Is there someone you can call?

How can you be certain it's him?

DNA analysis. Sol's profile is on
the police database.

- I want to see him.
- I'm not sure that's a good idea right now.

Perhaps you're right.
I mean, I'm in bits.

I just want to use your
bathroom, if you don't mind.

I hope you don't mind me asking,
Mr West,

but why didn't you report Sol
missing?

Four weeks is a long time.
Not for Sol.

He was always going AWOL.

Usually after a row.
He always came back eventually.

Did you ever hit him?

- What?
- There were some marks. On Sol's back.

Bollocks.

I guess grief affects everyone
differently.

This is a video of Sol and
David doing entirely consensual...

rough stuff to each other.

His idea, not mine.

- It took some convincing, - I can tell you.
- Each to their own.

Sorry, that's me.

It's from Sol.

You said he was dead.
What does it say?

'Missing you.
Home soon for Meatloaf.'

- Meatloaf?
- Meatloaf! Meatloaf!

It's our safe word.

- Did Sol have fingerprint lock on - his phone?
- Yes.

And he was left-handed?
How do you know?

He didn't look the type.
What? For kinky sex or murder?

- Either.
- One isn't indicative of the other, you know?

The historical bruises were our
probable cause.

That video's just torpedoed our
grounds for a search.

Luminol didn't show any blood
in the bathroom anyway.

But if he was clued up enough to use
the right saw, he might also know

to use oxygenated bleach.
You did sneaky Luminol!

What do you think I've got in the
bag Betsy, my gym kit?

Plausible deniability, Wolfe.

So the last text that definitely
came from Sol,

was taken at 23:46 on the
night he left home.

We know it was him,
because it included a photo.

That might explain at
least some of the five DNA profiles

we found on Sol's body,
mostly sweat and saliva.

Interestingly, we also
found traces of sodium borate,

it's a chemical that's found
in strong detergents.

Maybe an attempt by the killer to
clean away evidence.

Historically Sol misspells
the word "you're"

as "your". But in the texts that are
sent later,

both types of "your" are always
used correctly.

It seems that our killer knows
that good grammar

is the difference
between knowing your shit,

and everyone knowing you're shit!

Good speller, knows his way
around freezer bags and detergent.

If this guy wasn't a homicidal
maniac he would be a keeper.

How are we coming along on finding
the crime scene?

Aluminium oxide. It's a chemical
that's used in sandblasting.

So, he was in the
vicinity of building work.

It hardly leads us to a crime scene. Half
of Manchester are getting loft conversions.

What if we're not looking for a
crime scene but where he was first?

Maybe we should phone all the clubs on the
list of Sol's haunts to see if any of them

- were having building work when Sol - disappeared.
- You think like a cop.

- Are you sure you're not undercover?
- No.

It's just a joke.

Dad joke. Bad joke.
But it's a very good idea.

Let's divvy the list
and start phoning.

I'm DCI Betsy Chambers, and this
is my colleague, Wolfe Kinteh.

We'd like to have a chat with you about
the opening night after your refurbishment.

That was weeks ago.

Can you roll it on a bit, see if we
can find out if he left with anyone?

I can do. But he didn't.

Remember the comings and goings of
all the punters, do you?

I remember his.
He's a frequent flyer.

- As in, he comes to this club - a lot?
- As in, he gets pissed

and I make him fly out the door
a lot.

Not everyone has what it takes to
be cabin crew, Dale,

but you've got it in spades.
He's a first-class idiot.

- Is he in trouble?
- The worst kind. Thank you for your help, Dale.

As you were more than
a little hands on with him,

would you mind if I take a
sample for elimination?

Fuck! Is he dead?
As dead as disco.

The deniability is not plausible if
I have to wait this long for you.

What was the make
and model of Sol's car?

It's a green BMW.

Reg number V682 -
K—KAE. It's right there.

Can I help you?

How long has this car been here?
Over a month.

You didn't think to tell anyone?

Are you the police?
I am. He's forensics.

- Professor Wolfe Kinteh.
- Doesn't it just boil your piss how people

- call it a blood splatter instead of - blood spatter.
- It certainly does.

I'm afraid to tell you your
colleagues in blue have shit for brains.

That is not a newsflash.
Why do you say that?

Four weeks ago, the car kipper parks
his beamer here to go to Affinity.

The car kipper?
That's what he does.

Gets pissed in the club and sleeps
it off in the car.

Only on this occasion he didn't.

He comes out of the club and gets
into a different car

that's waiting outside. When he
didn't come back the next day

to get his beamer,
I rang the police.

Do you know what they said? We'll
send some officers out straight away?

That no one's been reported missing.
Can't get the staff.

Clearly not.
Although they turned me down.

No crips in pips.
I'm sorry about that.

I don't suppose you got the
registration for the car he went

off in, did you?
No. It was a yellow Citroen Xsara.

I didn't realise the registration
was important

until he didn't come back.

I did get something else though.

Hang on.

No crips in pips. Poor kid.

Shame there's no CCTV.
Probably cheaper to have him

sitting out here all night on less
than minimum wage.

The driver of the car
was chain smoking,

flicking butts out of the
window into the gutter.

When the car kipper didn't come back
I went over and retrieved 'em,

bagged 'em up as evidence in case
anyone came asking.

There must be a dozen cigarette
butts inside that gutter.

But not three the same. White tip,
burgundy lipstick.

That's good thinking.

I've got to compensate somehow.
Did you get a look at her?

- Too far away.
- You know, you ought to consider a career in forensics,

- my man.
- You'd take me on? In a heartbeat.

We serve Fallowfield,
not downtown LA.

When you text saying we might have
a serial killer on our hands,

I can only assume someone's been
smothered in Rice Krispies.

Welcome to pet cemetery.

I say this because I love you,
Steve. You need a hobby.

Now I bet that you've assumed that
I've ordered these by size,

but I haven't. I've ordered them by
stage of decomposition.

So, the first mice
are dry remains,

the second mice and the rat,
they're advanced decay.

The squirrel is in active decay and
the fox is in the bloat stage.

But they've ended up in size order,
too, which is very telling.

- Of what?
- That these animals were killed in size order.

Someone has started off small and
got bigger over time.

So, assuming that whoever killed
these guys also killed Sol,

we are dealing with someone that
practiced on animals

and graduated to a human,
which suggests...

He's just getting started.

I mean, obviously I don't want
anyone else to die,

but this is the sort of case
that I dream about.

I'll tell Betsy.
You get off home, Steve,

have a cold shower or something.

But very good work.

See?

I would describe it as a howl.

But I'm not sure I would describe it
as a wolf's howl.

I think that would
be more of a...

That wasn't a...

No, that was more of a...

Look, I know it's a
disappointment to you, Wolfe,

because I'm fairly certain
it's on your bucket list,

but I do not think you are being
targeted by a serial killer.

Can Betsy trace the phone?
No. She's narrowed down its location

but it's still an area that covers
half the city.

Careful, I'm filthy.
Oh, are you now?

No, I'm actually filthy, Steve.
I've been disposing of fatberg.

- I don't care.
- You should, fatbergs are full of super bugs.

You are worth contracting an
antibiotic resistant infection for.

- What the fuck are you doing?
- Whoa.

Massively miscalculating
how sexy that would be.

- Hello?
- Hi. Can I speak to Liza, please.

- I just missed a call from - her.
- Oh, I'm afraid

she's on the line to someone
else at the moment.

Can I get her to give you
a call back?

I don't suppose you know
who she's on the other line to?

- Let me just clarify, Liza. - Yes.
- The files were supposed

to be ready by five but they're now
going to be ready at three?

That's right.

And who is it on my team that you've
been speaking to about these files?

- I believe that was Bibi.
- Well...

I'll let Bibi know
that they're ready.

OK. Can I just say that
your reputation precedes you.

Well, your reputation
precedes you as well, Lisa.

- Liza.
- Liza, sorry.

- OK, thanks. - Thank you.
- Bye. - Bye-bye.

I've just done something really
fucking clever.

Have we got
a student called Bibi?

We've got one called Baby.

- Did you order any files from the - archive warehouse?
- No.

Should I have?

Anyway, back to my clever thing.

I took a DNA profile off the
cigarette butts

that the car park attendant
kept as evidence.

It's not a match for anyone on the
police system,

but I was able to use epigenetic
markers in the DNA

to determine that the individual
is female

and between the ages 25 and 50.

I then checked with DVLA and got a
list of all the people

who fit that profile and are the
registered owner

of a yellow Citroen Xsara.
There were a few,

but I then crosschecked that list
against addresses inside the area

covered by the cell phone mast that
the messages from Sol's phone

bounced off.
There's only one name, Wolfe.

Sarah Goodwin. Anyone on the team
acting weird as far as you're concerned?

Seriously, Steve put a bit of
roadkill in rot order

and you practically gave him
a rosette.

Women don't tend to be
serial killers.

Women can be anything
they want to be, Betsy.

- Sarah Goodwin?
- That's right. DCI Betsy Chambers.

We need to ask you some questions.
About what?

May we come in?
Is there a problem?

- It shouldn't take long.
- Yep, I'm just on the phone, upstairs,

- I won't be a minute.
- Looks the part.

This case is revealing a very
judgmental side to you.

Sweet Jesus.

What the hell is that?

Literally, lipstick on a pig.

I think it's fair to say she's got
something of an interest in death.

And questionable taste in decor.

Can they still get fleas?

You're looking at my creations.

- You made these yourself?
- Mm-hmm. - They're quite something.

It helps me to unwind after work.
And what is it that you do?

I'm a make-up artist. For the dead.

- Unusual line of work.
- I had a calling to it a few years ago

when my mum died. I went to the
undertakers to see her

and I found they'd made her out to
look like someone else.

- Honestly, it was like losing her - twice.
- I'm sorry.

So I redid her make up.

And as I was putting the colour on
her cheeks,

for a second it felt like I was
putting the life back into her.

It's the same with the creatures.

People think that it's about death,
but actually, it's about life.

It's about preserving it. Eternally.

Have you ever met a man called
Sol James?

He's an old school friend.
Why do you ask?

When was the last time you saw him?
Three or four weeks ago.

- Is he OK?
- You picked him up from Affinity nightclub.

That's right. We came back here
and had a pot of tea.

Maybe young men have changed a bit
since my day, but back then

when you left the club in the early
hours, you wanted a kebab and a-

Were you sleeping with him, Sarah?

Sol's gay. And I'm asexual,
actually, so no.

We had a pot of tea.

Can I use your bathroom?

Yeah, it's just through there.

Thank you.

What the hell are you doing in here?

Where do you get the animals, Sarah?
They can't all be roadkill.

Different sources.
The mice are reptile food.

They're alive when you buy them?

You kill them, so you can
return them to life?

Bloody hell.

The missing left hand.

- No, no, no, don't go near that, - please!
- No.

You have got no right!

Is this me?

- What?
- Is this a proxy for me!

I don't know what you're
talking about.

What do you use this for?
It's a desiccant.

It draws out moisture
from animal's skin.

It stops them rotting.
Did it stop Sol from rotting?

What?

- Wolfe?
- We found traces of this chemical on Sol's body.

- Sol's dead?
- Probable cause.

What happened to him?
- Sarah Goodwin, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murder of Sol
James. You do not have to say

anything-You think I killed him?

..when questioned something which
you later rely on in court.

- He was in here. Maybe he touched the - powder.
- It was in his hair.

On his torso.
OK, we did sleep together.

And I was using it earlier
that evening. Maybe that's why.

So, why did you lie?

- Because I was embarrassed.
- Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Hey.

I got us some stuff.
I'm going out.

- Where?
- I can't tell you that. Well do tell,

- otherwise you're not going.
- I'm going out with Mum. - Where?

- Like I said.
- I thought you two weren't even speaking?

We weren't, but something's come up
and it's important.

I really wish there was just one
area in my life

that wasn't shrouded in mystery.

Maybe the real issue is your
unhealthy need to solve

all mysteries.

Right, see you later.

How's it stalking if it's family?

I can't believe we're
having to do this.

Of all the stupid things!
Being judgmental doesn't help.

I know, I know, I just...
I'm so angry.

You better not tell your dad.
Yeah, no shit.

- Valerie Burgess?
- That's her. Wouldn't catch me doing it unprotected!

I don't think Bibi's gonna show.

What's with the archive files?
You tell me.

You seemed to be eyeballing them
pretty closely as I walked in.

- I have no idea what you're talking - about.
- Something is going on

in this department, Dot, and if
polygraph testing were reliable

I'd have all of you hooked up
one by one.

Flick and Val have been
lying to me, too.

- Are you sleeping OK?
- Don't you dare! Only cos yesterday you thought

- the killer was trying to communicate - with you.
- She was. The howling.

The wolf's head. She couldn't have
been clearer.

The precipitin testing has revealed

- that at least some of the blood is - human.
- Great.

There are also traces of Sol's DNA.
Have it written up for the CPS.

I would've liked to see more.
It was a pretty low-grade sample

- given we think he was butchered - there.
- There is also a chance

that the human blood
could be Sarah's.

You don't use knives like that
without getting the odd nick or two.

I also found something interesting
when I analysed the blood sample

after Sarah was arrested.

Her HCG levels indicate that she's
about four weeks pregnant.

- Well?
- Sarah says she wanted a baby to fill the void

left by her mother's death.
Sol was the sperm donor.

Why didn't she just tell us that?
Sol only agreed to do it

on the condition that no one would
ever find out. David in particular.

Looks like she wasn't lying when she
said it's life rather than death

- that interests her.
- None of this means she didn't kill him.

Widow spiders kill their mate
after sex. Val probably wishes

she'd devoured me once she got what
she needed.

Maggy doesn't reckon
Sol died on that table.

Maybe Sarah killed him somewhere
else.

Problem?

Listen, you've got two choices.
You go on your accord,

or I'll take you over there myself
and the chair'll stay here.

- Go on, then!
- What's going on? This idiot won't leave.

Not until you come and clean
the cars you pissed on.

I warned you. Every time I look over
there he's staring me out.

You're paranoid, mate. A guilty
conscience will do that.

- What guilty conscience?
- I know you had beef with the lad who died.

- I didn't have beef with him, - he was an idiot!
- Whatever.

I will fuck you up. Doesn't bother
me you're on wheels!

- Oi! Calm yourself!
- You know, it would be easy to assume

it's some feeling of superiority
that causes you to act the way

that you do. But I wonder if it's
the opposite.

I can see how anabolic steroids
would initially have been appealing.

All that muscle mass,
seemingly for free.

But then the bill arrives,
the 'roid rage

and the uncontrollable tears.
Not to mention the shrivelled balls

and dysfunctional penis.

You gotta wonder, mate, was it
really worth it?

You're a clever guy,
aren't you? Maybe too clever.

Step away now, Dale, if I was you.

I'm telling you, he's a wrong'un.
You ought to look into him.

Maybe we should.
If only you'd taken a swab.

Both of them.

You know you could tell me anything,
right?

Of all the rubbish parents come out
with, that has got to be

the biggest one. No, Dad, there's
a vast myriad of things

I can't tell you cos you'd
either get too mad or too sad,

or it'd somehow blow
your tiny mind.

I know you went to the sexual health
clinic and that hasn't blown my tiny mind.

- No?
- I find the idea that you have either had sex

or thinking of having sex
completely unacceptable,

but if it has to happen then I want
you to be safe.

So you'd be OK with it?
OK is a stretch

but I am not losing my shit, am I?

Well, that is very good to know.
Thanks, Dad.

Oh, my God! You're having sex!
Oh, no!

You're planning on having sex?
Also no!

What were you doing at the
sexual health clinic?

Mum was getting tested.
Tested for what?

Well, not pregnancy, Dad.

- STIs?
- Apparently Jeff prefers things natural.

That's way too much information.
How do you think I felt?

Look, the tests will probably come
back clear, don't mention to Mum

that you know anything.
She seemed pretty low.

What makes you say that?

When she dropped me back she gave me
a hug and she sort of

like... wouldn't let go.

Oh. Don't go soft. She brought it
on herself, remember?

Your destination
is on your left.

What the hell were you thinking?
The killer told me to come alone.

If they'd seen a police car rolling
up, they might not have left the hand.

You're assuming that they knew it
would be you on the receiving end

- of that text.
- It would explain - the woolly jumper. - What?

A wolf in sheep's clothing.
That is tenuous.

I'm not being funny Wolfe, but this
case has a victim, and it isn't you.

I managed to extract a DNA sample
from the jumper. It's Dale Waite.

- The bouncer.
- Let's go. I'll get a unit to his house

- and one to the club.
- Me and the team will head to the house.

Wolfe, I need you to see this.

Right, so once it became clear that
Sol left Sarah's house alive,

I did another sweep of the car.

See that.
It could be innocent, of course.

Let's find out.

- Whoa.
- Well, that's an arterial spray if ever I've seen one.

Dale must've murdered him as he
approached the car.

It's an upward angle from a
very low impact point.

What if Sol was on his knees. Dale
came up and hit him from behind.

He fell down and then Dale followed
up with a knife in the neck.

There was no injury on the back of
Sol's head

- or between his shoulder blades.
- If you're Dale, why go to the trouble?

He had the knife. He was taller
than Sol, why not plunge it in

and be done with it?
Because he was compensating.

Tyler. You cut
Sol's femoral artery.

I couldn't have reached his carotid.

But you've put yours on a plate.
Don't do something you'll regret.

Why would I regret it?

Everyone's going to know my name.
I think they'll know it now anyway.

No one cares about Sol James.

But Professor Wolfe -
the forensics expert

who got murdered by the guy
he never suspected.

That's a story.

I'm sorry I underestimated you.

I've been underestimated my
whole life.

I struggle to hold a pen,
and some days my piss,

so you can't blame people, really.

But if you've got to be invisible

you might as well have some fun
with it.

I don't think this is about
disability.

I think it's about psychopathy,
pure and simple.

Please, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, please!
Tyler, put the knife down.

I'm not going to kill you.

I'm going to haunt you.

You're going to spend the rest
of your life

wondering if I killed again in the
time it took you to find me.

I'm the guy you didn't spot, Wolfe.

I'm the guy who won.

Come in.

You wanted me?
Sit down, Dominique.

Would you mind telling me why you
ordered these files

from the evidence archive?

You can learn a lot by studying
old cases.

I agree. So tell me why you
felt the need

to use a fake name to get them.
And tell me also why

you chose these
files in particular.

No reason.

Seems you had a good look
through while I was out yesterday.

All cases that involved the death
of an infant.

Why?

You flicked through all of them.

But you were really interested
in this one -

Regina versus Barnette.

I'm assuming it's no coincidence
that you share a surname

with the defendant in this case.

Fay Barnette is my mum.

The baby who died was my brother.

And your evidence is the
reason she's been banged up

for the best part of my life.
So that's why you're here?

To access this case file.
To undermine me.

It's one of the reasons I'm here.
Of all the calculating

and underhand things I've ever
heard-If you're going to sack me,

just sack me.
You don't get it, do you?

Your position on this team
is bigger than you.

When you screw up, you do it on
behalf of a whole community.

What, because I'm black?

- When is a white person ever asked to - represent their race?
- Life's unfair.

You know what, Wolfe?
You're a hypocrite.

You weren't worried about
discrediting black people

- when you were making biological - weapons.
- Those were extreme circumstances.

That's the thing about laws, you
don't get to decide

- when you can break them.
- Clear your desk, Dominique. We're done.

No, Professor Kinteh.
We're far from done.

If there's one thing you've taught
me, it's that evidence wins.

I'm used to prisons.
Maybe I'll come and visit you.

I can't believe I'm doing this.
She spent an hour in the STI clinic,

- not a month in the Priory.
- It isn't about the STI clinic. It's about

trauma and loss and how we support
each other through it.

You and I are both fully aware that
Jeff was... A cheating ball sack.

A cheating ball sack. But your
mother saw something in him

that she connected with and that
connection has been ruptured.

So you're chucking me out cos
you feel sorry for her.

- But we can't tell her that.
- It's not just that she needs you, Flick.

She needs you to need her. Which is
why you're going to tell her

that living at Dad's is exactly
the domestic void

she might have imagined,
but more than that...

I missed my mum.
Exactly.

You are topping up my phone credit
for the next six months.

We said three.

You're gonna be OK?
- Of course, why wouldn't I be?

♪ People say
I'm the life of the party

♪ Cos I tell a joke or two

♪ Although I might be laughing loud
and hearty

♪ Deep inside I'm blue

♪ So take a good look at my face

♪ You'll see my smile
looks out of place

♪ If you look closer,
it's easy to trace

♪ The tracks of my tears

♪ I need you, need you
need you, need you

♪ Since you left me if you
see me with another girl

♪ Seeming like I'm having fun

♪ Although she may be cute

♪ She's just a substitute...

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