All language subtitles for P S 1973 S01E03 1080p WEB H264-DiMEPiECE_track3_[eng]

("We Gotta Get Out of This
Place" by The Animals playing)

* In this dirty old part
of the city *

* Where the sun refuse
to shine *

* People tell me
there ain't no use in trying *

* Now, my girl,
you're so young and pretty *

* And one thing I know is true

* You'll be dead
before your time is due *

* I know

* Watch my daddy
in bed and tired *

* Watch his hair
been turning gray *

* He's been working
and slaving his life away *

* Oh, yes

* I know it

* He's been working so hard

* I've been working, too, babe

* Every night and day
(giggles)

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

* We gotta get out
of this place *

* If it's the last thing
we ever do *

* We gotta get out
of this place *

* 'Cause girl,
there's a better life *

* For me and you.

This way, Mrs. Collins.

(phones ringing in distance)

You heard he's out today?

I heard.

We'll just send
a welcoming party to his house.

These aren't the old days.

They will be for
Clifford Bentley.

(knock on door)

(door closes)

So, where were you
between the hours

of 6:00 and midnight on
Sunday, the 13th of May?

(sighs) I've already told you.

My wife and I were having dinner
with Daniel Zimmerman,

the senior quality control
manager at my company.

Hmm. Well, Mr. Zimmerman
claims you left his house

shortly after 10:00 p.m.

Did you go straight home?

Yes, we did.

And on the first of May,
did you pick Julie Ann up

from Homerton Hospital and
take her back to your house?

I picked her up.

Yes.

(sighs) Only to take her back
to the estate in Hackney

where she was staying.

(knocks, door opens)
What?

Sir, DC Hudson called.

He's finished
the house-to-house.

The next-door neighbor claims

she saw a man matching
Eddie Philips' description

visit the Collins' house
two nights ago.

Thanks.

(door opens)

(door opens)

All yours.

She's bricking it.

Morgan.

Yeah?

You want to take the
lead on this one?

Me?

Yeah, you're
good with her.

Between you and me, Bradfield
wants to recommend you

for a TDC post.

You don't clear up six
burglaries in one day

without flashing on
someone's radar.

MORGAN: Mrs. Collins,
where were you

on the evening of Sunday,
the 13th of May?

Um, I was out to dinner
with my husband.

And on the first of May?

I know you've already
spoken to the clubhouse.

I was at a charity golf match
at the Royal Blackheath.

When you got home,
was Julie Ann there?

(sighs) I didn't
go straight home.

I went to my sister's,
and I stayed there.

Today is supposed to be
a day of reflection,

not interrogation.

(sighs)

BRADFIELD:
So, Eddie just showed up?

I'd never met him before.

Uh, he came, uh,
looking for money.

He said he'd keep coming back,
so I gave him some.

How much?

Oh, I don't know.

Eight, nine pounds.

Whatever I had
in my wallet.

And why'd he target you?

I didn't ask.

I just wanted to get rid of him.

And now he's missing.

That doesn't explain
why you locked your daughter

in that room.

I didn't.

BRADFIELD: We have
her fingerprints

on the inside of that door.

Red fibers found
on Julie Ann's socks

match the samples we took
from the rug in that room.

Well, I don't deny
that Julie Ann used to stay

in that room, but she hasn't
been home since

last year, so...

There was blood on the mattress.

Maybe someone had a nosebleed.

A nosebleed?

(men laughing)

Keep an eye on him.
Yes, sir.

(door closes)

Why have we still not found
Eddie Philips?

Post some more wooden
tops in a car

outside the Pembridge estate.
Speak to your informants.

Do something. I want him found.

Yes, sir.

BRADFIELD: Teresa O'Duncie
claims Julie Ann demanded money

from her father, and now
George Collins says Eddie tried

to get money out of him.

Julie Ann's posh accent.

I mean, he knew
her old man was well-off.

BRADFIELD: Yeah, or he knew
he was a pushover.

JANE: Sir, the photos from
the drug squad surveillance

of Dwayne Clark.

I've checked them
against the log.

What are you doing now?

Sir?

Can you go to Barclays
and pick up

George Collins'
bank statements, please?

Yes, sir.

Of course. Bank statements.

(dogs barking in distance)

* When you've got worries,
all the noise and the hurry *

* Seems to help, I know

* Downtown

* Just listen to the music

* Of the traffic in the city

* Linger on the sidewalk

* Where the neon signs
are pretty *

* How can you lose?

* The lights
are much brighter there *

* You can forget
all your troubles... *

What are you doing?

(snaps fingers)

* Things will be great

* When you're downtown...

Here's me thinking
I had a hole in my pocket.

Look at you.

(whispers):
You're a mess.

When are you moving out?

You said a couple of weeks.
It's been months.

What was that?

I'm not the one
looking to get wasted

at 10:00 in the morning.

Dad asked me

to stay longer
to keep an eye on you,

you loser.

RENEE:
John.

* Before the night is over

* Happy again

* The lights
are much brighter there... *

Help me get stuff ready

for the party.

* Forget all your cares,
so go... *

Sir, the bank statements.

Look at the first
and second of May.

Sir, can I sit in?

I'm not sure that's appropriate.

Because?

If I could stand at the back
and observe.

(sighs)

Two withdrawals,
£250 each,

on the first and
second of May.

GEORGE: I-I do my
company's payroll

on the first
of each month.

BRADFIELD:
So why withdraw

another £250 on the second?

There was some overtime
that I hadn't factored in.

Seize the company accounts.

No, o-on the first,

Julie Ann phoned me in tears,
begging for some money.

Boyfriend had, uh, run up a debt
and was in a spot of trouble.

500 quid?

Fifty.

That's how much I gave her.

It's the boyfriend
you need to talk to.

Some deal he and Julie Ann
were involved in.

When he came to see me,
he wanted more money.

What deal?

Well, I didn't ask.

I didn't want to know.

Just another one of his lies,

some make-believe story
about a wizard.

It's just...
Oz?

Yes.

Just trying to help my daughter.

*

BRADFIELD:
Anything?

She insists the day Julie Ann
was picked up from Homerton,

she never saw her.

She was at her sister's
apparently.

We need to find this Oz.

If this is all about
a drug deal that went south,

maybe that's why Eddie
and Julie Ann were beaten up.

EDWARDS:
Or a robbery.

Julie Ann had 50 quid on her

when George dropped her off
at the estate.

BRADFIELD: We've only got
his word to go for it.

We know he locked her
in that room.

For how long?

Maybe something happened to her

when they got back
from that dinner party.

When Eddie went to Homerton
Hospital with Julie Ann,

did he have crutches?

GIBBS: According to
Teresa O'Duncie's statement,

he did, yeah.

What were Julie Ann's injuries?

Julie Ann didn't have them then.

So we were wrong.

Julie Ann wasn't beaten
at the same time as Eddie.

So where'd she get
those injuries from?

(gate buzzes)

About bloody time.

(speaks indistinctly)

(laughter)

Good to see you, mate.

You're on your own?

Ma's at home
baking you a cake.

I ain't been punished enough?

(chuckles)

(engine starts)

(whoops)
Let's get you out of here.

(laughs)

CLIFFORD: How are
the preparations coming along?

JOHN:
Slow but steady.

'Cause of the alarm.

We'll get through
the dividing wall tonight.

Make sure your ex don't
come out of the woodwork

once she gets a whiff
of the money.

She'll have to find me
on the Costa del Sol first.

(chuckles)

How much is it?

A cool plum.
Hundred grand.

Stash money from one
of Whitely's rivals.

And that's just the tip
of the iceberg.

We keep 40%

of whatever we get.

Only 40?

Do this right,

this job'll put us
back on the map.

BRADFIELD: You have an answer
for everything, Mr. Collins,

so let me get
your take on this.

During the search
of your property,

my officers found a golf club

beneath your stairs
with blood and hair on it.

Forensics will
examine that hair

and check the blood type
against Julie Ann's.

God, when I picked her up,
I barely recognized her.

She looked awful. Sick.

(sighs)
Well...

She said she wanted
to get clean, so...

What could I do?

I agreed she could stay
in her old room.

And when Mary came home
from playing golf,

I was making Julie Ann
some soup.

It just upset Mary so much
to see her like that,

she went to stay
at her sister's.
Why don't you just jump

to the part where you locked
your daughter in that room?

GEORGE: She asked me to
put a padlock on the door.

She said it would help.

So while J-Julie Ann ate lunch,

I put a bolt on the door,
and then I-I left her.

I went downstairs. She...

Hours later, I heard her...

kicking and...

screaming.

I didn't know what to do.

And then it went quiet.

I went upstairs to check on her.

She was on the bed...

with a needle, about to...

Oh, why didn't I
check the bag?

BRADFIELD:
The golf club, George.

GEORGE:
She went mad,

like a wild animal.

She attacked me, pushed me
over, ran downstairs. She...

Tearing the house up.

Whenever Julie Ann came home,
I'd hide the valuables,

but she saw the payroll
money and took it.

She was opening
the front door.

Mary'd left her golf
clubs in the hallway.

I don't think
I planned to hit her,

but I did, several times.

She was just...

She was just lying
there, not moving.

BRADFIELD: You didn't
call an ambulance?

I, uh... carried her
b-back upstairs

to her bedroom

and went to the bathroom
to get the first aid.

(sighs) But when I came back,
she was gone.

Front door was open, and
Julie Ann was nowhere in sight.

Money's gone.

And Eddie--
he knew you'd beaten her.

That's why he blackmailed you?

How long was Mary
at her sister's?

Uh...

I telephoned her,
she came back home,

so, uh, two, three hours.

Only your wife's sister told us

that on Wednesday, the first of
May, she didn't see you or Mary.

(kids chattering playfully)

(John chuckles)

Just taking it all in.

Never thought
I'd miss this.

Bloody hell.

What?

The stupid cow just needs
to add "jailbird,"

and the world
and his wife knows.

Come on. Come on,
let's go inside.

That Nick's missus?
Uh-huh.

What's her problem?
I've done me time.

So who's here, then?

Just a few of
the usual suspects.

(men laughing,
chattering inside)

Hello, luv.

Tell 'em he'll
be right in.

Didn't want them to see me cry.

I knew I would. (sniffles)

I know it ain't been easy.

No, it ain't.

Things are gonna be
different. Promise.

You think I'm stupid enough
to get caught again?

Come on, better go in.

They can wait a while longer.

(sniffles, sighs)

(train passing in distance)

What'd you think
of the banner?

I hate it.

Knew you would.

("I Hear You Knocking"
by Dave Edmunds playing)

* You went away
and left me long time ago... *

And the screws didn't know
who was doing it, did they?

Didn't have
a bloody clue.
(laughs)

Here. Come here.
When did you get out?
RENEE: Cake?

Night before you
did, didn't I?
I made it myself.

No, no, luv, thank you.
No, that's okay.

You sure?
Want some cake?

(laughs)

* I hear you knocking...

No, I'm all right.
Thanks.
Bit of cake?

Danny. Danny, have
a bit of cake.

I made it myself.

(indistinct chatter)

Would you like
a bit of cake?

I couldn't possibly.

(laughs)

It was a good setup.
It was a good setup.

It was.
No way. No way.

You can say that...

(music continues in distance)

There you are.

You're not in the
mood for a party?

Are you pleased he's back?

Course I am.

What kind of
question is that?

No matter what happens,
Ma, I'll look after you.

I can look after
myself, thank you.

I'm serious.

You can do better than him.

Don't know why you stuck
with him all these years.

He's your father.

He'd better not
mess you about again.

Come up when
you're ready.

(sighs)

Do you recognize this?

This is from a set

of ladies' golf clubs
we found at your house.

Then it's probably mine.

Your husband confessed
to using this golf club

to beat your daughter with.

Oh, God in heaven.

(crying):
Oh, George.

BRADFIELD:
We found her blood on it.

We believe this was used in
a brutal attack on your daughter

in your home on
the first of May.

What will happen to him?

Nothing.

When we dusted it
for fingerprints,

we only found yours.

George told us what happened.

You weren't at your sister's.
We checked.

I was trying to stop her!

For her own good!

By hitting her with this?

Do you have any
children, Mr. Bradfield?

You don't know
what it's like

to have a daughter
who takes that poison

and destroys the life
you've given her.

I couldn't let her leave.

How many times did you hit her?

Yes, I hit her.

(crying):
But I didn't kill her!

(sobbing)

BRADFIELD:
No...

but by lying to us, you're
helping the bastard who did.

(crying)

Anything you've held back?

Anything?

Her bag.

She left it behind.

It was a tatty old thing.

But I kept it...

in case she ever came back.

("Something Tells Me"
by Cilla Black playing)

(sighs)
All right, darling.

Yeah, you all
right, darling?

(smooch, both laugh)

Great party.

DANNY: Hey, Dad,
you want to go?

Yeah. Danny.

RENEE:
Your brother's leaving.

CLIFFORD: Oh, great
to see you, Lenny boy.

Anything, anything.

Yeah. I might take you up
on that kind offer.

You hear that?

Anything I want,

as long as it ain't more
than ten bob.

The tight bastard.

No change there, then.

Come here.
Oh, get off.

(whoops)

(both laughing)

(laughs, whoops)

I'm spilling me drink.

Never mind that.

(both laughing)

You silly old sod.

H-Here.

Let's have a night
on the town, hey?

I've got to sort
this mess out.

Ah, the boys will
clear this up.

Where's David?

Why wasn't he here?

He went out.

You what?

Who's paying for
this night on the town?

John, fetch me a hammer.

(door creaks)

(Clifford sighs)

What are you doing?

Where's the box?

RENEE:
What box?

There was one and
a half grand in it.

Where is it?

I don't know.

Where's the money? Tell me!

Dad.
RENEE: I haven't touched
your bloody money.

I don't know.

Then why don't
I believe you?

You hid it under our noses
when we're barely scraping by.

It was for all of us,
for when I got out.

Well, what's happened to it?

One of you must've taken it.

The old bill turned
the flat upside down.

They must've taken it.

Yeah, they took
everything else.

Thieving bastards!

Sign here and
here, sir.

Thank you.

Please find
who killed her.

We're doing all we can.

JANE:
They're devastated.

BRADFIELD: I just hope
we're doing the right thing

by letting them go.

Julie Ann had 250 quid on her,
in new traceable bank notes.

EDWARDS:
George Collins inferred

that Julie Ann and Eddie
were doing a deal with Oz.

We need to find this Oz.

GIBBS: Then Eddie could
be telling the truth.

So this Oz...

could it be him?

EDWARDS: Which means
Eddie's the direct link

between Julie Ann and Oz.
BRADFIELD: Maybe.

(sighs) This day wouldn't be
so bad if we could've at least

charged the parents
with something.

What, so you can
sleep easier?

They've been
through enough.

They confessed
to beating their daughter,

and they gave us the runaround.

GBH, perverting
the course of justice.

(scoff) Yeah, well, we all know
you haven't got kids, mate.

Great.

(Gibbs sniffs)

Public Order Act, 1936.
Chapter on unlawful meetings.

You know you've
got ketchup on it?

Hmm. Mm.

What's going on between
you and Bradfield?

Nothing.

Nothing's going on.

Are you trying to end your
career before it's even started?

They're like dogs, they
like being stroked.

But for God's sake, don't
let them hump your leg.

I'm not. Nothing happened.

MORGAN: Mind if I join
you handsome chaps?

GIBBS:
More the merrier.

Good work today, Morgan,
with the girl's mother.

Seriously?

We'll make a WDC of you yet.

EDWARDS:
This beef's tough.

That's lamb.

BRADFIELD:
All right, uniforms

are back from the Collins house
with Julie Ann's bag.

Lawrence is going through
the contents now for forensics.

GIBBS: Sort my tray
out, will you, Morgan?

Tennison? Someone needs
to enter the property

in the exhibits book.

LAWRENCE:
This is Julie Ann's bag

that we found in the shed
at the rear of the property.

Bit of a rocker,
by the looks of it.

Slade at the Forum.
David Bowie at Earl's Court.

BRADFIELD: What's
that on the back?

GIBBS:
Dwayne Clark sold drugs to Tod

on the day Julie Ann died.

Hmm.

Maybe he was a part of Eddie
and Julie Ann's drug deal.

Get onto the GPO,
get an address for that number.

Sir.

Len?

A quick word?

Before you say anything, Jim,

I've thought about it and, um,
I've had a change of heart.

Good.

It would only
make things worse.

What?

(sighs)

Some gossip going around
the station.

You and my probationer.

(scoffs)

Thought you should know.

Thanks.

(siren wailing in distance)

Sir?

Can we...

Sorry, I'll...
I'll let you get home.

Hey.

It appears we're the subject
of gossip in the station,

and if it makes
you feel awkward,

I'll do whatever I can to
help facilitate a transfer.

You want me to leave?

No, but we need to
clean the slate.

We will.

Have a...
have a good night.

(sighs)

(sighs)

That money was supposed to
see us through.

Aye, don't worry.

We'll be "seen through"
all right, soon enough.

Yeah, I know.

You think Silas
is gonna be a problem?

He's been having
a bit of a wobble.

You might need to give
him some encouragement.

CLIFFORD:
I'll have a word.

I've forgotten
something.

You go on.
I'll catch up.

All right.

Evening, Detective.

What brings you
here? You lost?

I made a promise
to Charlie Hopkins' widow.

Which was? That you'd pin a
hit-and-run on an innocent man?

Innocent.

I was nowhere near that
copper when he snuffed it.

You destroyed your car
in a hurry.

Just had to get
rid, didn't I?

Tread carefully,
Bentley.

Where's your brother?

Oh, can't I trust you
two to do anything?

I told him to be here.

(sighs) It's too risky
without a lookout.

Come on. Better
cancel tonight.

*

(knocks)

DAVID:
Is Oz in?

WOMAN:
Yeah, he's upstairs.

Boss, that address
from the GPO.

The Tod number we found
in Julie Ann's bag,

it's from a phone
box in Adeney.

A phone box?

Yeah.

("California Dreamin'" playing)

* I passed along the way...

What happened to you last night?

Lost track of time.

* Got down on my knees

* And I began to pray...

I can't have you
smoking that shit.

But it helps
dull the pain.

Am I asking you?

I've had enough.

This, all this, between
you and your brother...

He left me.

He didn't push you
off that roof.

What happened was an accident.

And that's all you've ever
had to say, isn't it, Dad?

It's in the past.
We are where we are,

son, but this job is
the Bentley boys going big-time.

(scoffs)

So pull yourself together
or you're out.

Your choice.

So, either Tod comes here
at a prearranged time

or he's somewhere
in one of those houses.

We'll draw up a
surveillance schedule,

make enquiries with
the local collator.

JANE:
Thanks.

The woman who answered
the door to that house

was high as a kite.

Well, this is
hippie central.

There was a man passed out
behind her on the stairs.

Isn't the Homerton drugs unit
near here?

MORGAN:
So?

What if TOD isn't
a name but initials?

Yeah.

JANE:
Sir?

You finish
the house-to-house?

Just a thought-- the
receptionist from the hospital.

What about her?

T-O-D.

T-O-apostrophe-D.

What are you on
about, Tennison?

Could it be
Teresa O'Duncie?

She already has connections
to the case, more specifically,

to drugs and users.

Might be worth
speaking to her.

Let's go.

BRADFIELD: Do you abbreviate
your name, Miss O'Duncie?

What do you mean?

T-O-D.

Is that you?

Do you recognize
this number?

That number is for a phone box
on the King Charles Road

in Hackney, right around the
corner from where you work.

What's your connection
to that location?

There ain't one.

Do you know a man
named Dwayne Clarke?

No.

Dwayne Clarke is

a well-connected lowlife
who supplied drugs

to someone identified
by the initials TOD

on the day Julie Ann Collins
was killed.

Julie Ann had that flier

in her bag.

It was you
she was ringing.

Don't waste my time,
Miss O'Duncie.

You stay on this track

and I'll have you charged and in
court before the week is out.

What for? I ain't done nothing.

WPC Tennison, can you
think of anything

we could charge her with?
Conspiracy to pervert

the course of justice
in a murder investigation.

Spot on!

And that carries
a life sentence.

What were you doing
with Eddie and Julie Ann?

I help them.

I didn't know this would happen.

I swear on my life,
I-I... I...

(continues stammering)

I-I-I...

All right,
Teresa, breathe.

Breathe deep,
long breaths.

(hyperventilating)

Why is Julie Ann calling you
at a phone box?

It's not me.

I tried to help the poor angels.

He's a dealer.

The gear he sells is better

than the stuff
they buy on the streets.

All I've ever done
is help them.

The hospital helps them!

What you do is poison
them, you twisted cow!

This dealer, what's
his name, then?

All right.

I'm arresting you
for conspiracy...
No!

...to pervert
the course of justice.

The dealer! What is his name?!

Get her cautioned
and booked in downstairs

for further questioning.

(crying):
It's my brother, Terry.

But everyone calls him Oz.

All right, listen up.

Our target is
Terrence O'Duncie,

aka "Oz."

One previous arrest five years
ago for dealing heroin.

He operates out of a squat
on King Charles Road,

Hackney.

Where's Morgan?

Case conference at solicitors
department for Kenneth Boyle.

There could be women and
children, so we need a plonk.

Plonk's ready, sir.

Good.

I don't want you to leave.

In fact, it's, uh...

it's the last thing that I want.

Good.

Well, just so you know.

Not that I was planning
on leaving.

Just so you know.

Good.

Good to see you again,
Mr. Bentley.

CLIFFORD: I see you ain't
bothered to decorate

since I was last here.

SILAS:
Times have been tough.

CLIFFORD: Me heart
bleeds for you, Silas.

I trust you've
changed the oil.

(chuckles)

Your family well?

John said they've gone on ahead.

Eleni hates flying,

so they went by boat.

They arrived yesterday.

Kolossi Village,
right?

Remind me,
where is that?

South?

Yes. Near Limassol.

You look nervous, Silas.

(clears throat)

I miss my family.

I want to leave
to join them.

You can keep the café closed.
If anybody asks...

Silas, Silas.

I fancy a nice cup of tea.

How about you?

(pouring water)

How long you been here?

18 years.

And in that time,
have you ever been closed?

No.

No.

If you leave for Cyprus,

people will get
suspicious.

In three days, you'll be rich,
and then you can

fuck off back to Kolossi
and see Eleni and the kids.

Let's get this show on the road.

Have you ever done
something like this before?

Keep your wits about you, Jane,
you'll be all right, okay?

OFFICER:
On your word, sir.

OFFICER:
Let's go, let's go!

BRADFIELD: All right,
head upstairs with uniform,

see if anyone knows the victim.

Police!
Where's Terrence O'Duncie?

Hmm? Where's O'Duncie?!

Don't know, man.
Upstairs?

EDWARDS:
Stop!

Obviously, you haven't
got to the chapter

on hepatitis yet.

(grunting)

We're through.

Give me a hand.

Plans are right.
That's the alarmed mesh.

Move it! Move it!

(frantic chatter)

OFFICER:
Get 'em out, yeah?

Move yourself.

*

*

(sniffs)

(sighs)

Shall I?

Yeah.

Yeah, do it.

(click)

(steady buzzing)

(buzzing stops,
machine powers down)

(both exhale)

(laughs quietly)

(both laughing)

CLIFFORD:
That's one down, eh?

All right.
Move it.

All right, I'm going.

Must be 40 or 50 junkies
living here.

There's two young'uns
downstairs asleep.

One of 'em's
still in nappies.

All right, get Social Services
and an ambulance.

He's up here.

GIBBS:
The scum.

(groaning)

(woman moaning)

Police! Nobody move!

(whispers):
Jesus!

Get her out of here.

Get dressed, come on.

TERRENCE:
What the hell's going on?

You can't just come
kicking down doors.

Terrence O'Duncie,
you need to come with us.

What's this about?

GIBBS: The murder
of Julie Ann Collins.

You're joking.

All right, what's it gonna take
for you lot to get lost?

Huh?

Look, I know how this goes.

I know how to keep my trap shut.

125.

You what?
300, then.

Split it between you.
You little piggies

can buy yourselves
something nice, yeah?

Get your filthy fucking
pig hands off my jacket!

Spence!

Come here! Come here!

Yeah? Bribing me?
BRADFIELD: Spence!

Get... get him off!

BRADFIELD:
Spence!

Come on, I'll kill you!

I'm all right! All right!

GIBBS:
Yeah?

What you still doing here?
Get down to the car!

You didn't see anything.
All right?

You saw it,
he went for me.

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