All language subtitles for Wycliffe - S02E01 - All For Love

- All yours.

- May I wish you on behalf
of the force, a very happy

and prosperous retirement, Ted

Now Blacket's shuffled
off Charles,

I'd like to put your
name forward to step

into his shoes.

- Me, Chief Super, it's a
punishment posting, isn't it?

- Stepping stone, I want you
Territorial Commander West,

the politics is right
for it, Charles.

Fast track to Assistant Chief
Constable if five years.

- Excuse me, Sir.

- Think about it Charles,
you're wasted on the streets.

Open it up!

- Alright, alright!

- Ah! Give me the keys
dickhead, now.

- So, if the boss does move up,

it could do us all some good.

- You think you're gonna rise
on his coat tails, do you?

- Might.

- No way, we're just not
into playin' office politics

with the deadheads
we've got upstairs.

I mean, he is a total,
100% hands-on copper,

and he always will be.

- We've lost a prisoner
off the moor, sir.

The boss is upstairs
in five minutes.

- Oh.

- Tenner on it.

- What?

- Charlie's movin' up.

We'll break off for a moment

here on Radio Camel
for some news, just in.

The police are warning the
public to be on the lookout

for an escaped prisoner.

More details from our news desk.

The prisoner, John Bonetti,

was being transferred
to a jail in London,

by a private security firm.

Bonetti, serving a life sentence
for the murder of his wife

and her lover, is believed
to be armed.

Prison authorities refused
to comment on how Bonetti

obtained the weapon.

Police are advising the public
not to approach the man,

but to contact them
if he's sighted.

We'll bring you more
details as they come in.

- No, no, thank you, bye.

Well there's several
calls in already Sir.

Somebody reckons to have
spotted him in Bude,

another one's got him
down in Mevagissey.

- Must have sprouted wings.

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- We'll stay put in
HQ on this one.

There's no point
chasing shadows.

- Thank God, given the
amount of two beyond Beth.

- What was that?

- Nothing.

- What have we got
on the escaped man?

- John Bonetti, in for
life, double murder,

crime of passion, interrupted
some Romeo

in bed with is wife.

- How?

- Multiple stab wounds.

- From what I heard,
the Three Musketeers

couldn't have done better.

- Alright then, okay Dixie,
let's draw the files on Bonetti.

Any known associates,
relevant addresses.

- Yes Sir.

- I don't know, we nick
'im, we put him away,

and some slack security
firm lets him slip

through their bloody fingers.

- That's one way of putting it.

- Did Bonetti have
many visitors?

- Several, his mother,
lawyers, occasional friend,

and over the past
year, Jane Hardy.

- Who's she?

- Prison visitor, volunteer,
she's been very good

with Bonetti, calmed
him down a great deal.

This is the metal
detector, Superintendent.

Step through, Robison.

Every visitor has to
pass through here.

Any metal automatically
triggers the alarm.

- So how did he get
the gun into here?

- We don't know yet.

- Why was he being transferred?

- We suspected he was
in on a drugs racket

operating in the prison,
tablets amphetamines

have been circulating.

- How would he get those?

- Visitors are as crafty
as a cartload of monkeys.

They palm stuff across
with a cigarette,

pass it on mouth to mouth.

You need eyes in the
back of your head.

- But a visitor still
couldn't get a gun past this?

- No way, I don't know
how Bonetti done that.

But I do know the
man's an animal,

and the sooner we have him
back in the box, the better.

- I suppose you got to know
him quite well over the year

you've been visiting him.

- Yeah, well he wasn't an
easy man to get close to,

but he'd begun to open up,
talk about his feelings.

He's very angry.

A lot of things about his
childhood were coming up.

- You were aware of the
reason why he was in prison?

- Mm hmm, he killed his wife
and her lover in a fit of rage.

But nobody's irredeemable,
you can't just lock a man up

and throw away the key.

I saw my role as a prison
visitor as part of trying

to rehabilitate him.

- Well, he's out
now, with a gun.

- Yes.

You wouldn't
know how he got the weapon?

- No.

- Did he ever discuss a
plan to escape with you,

on any of your visits?

- Never, he expressed
to me profound regret

for the crime he committed,
and, ah, accepted

that he had to be punished.

- He may try to contact
you Ms. Hardy, if he does

you can reach us on this number.

- Of course.

I obviously misjudged the man.

- It's Leeds pottery,
this, isn't it?

- Yes, it's slip-molded,
very fragile.

- Right, I suggest
you take extra care

while Bonetti's still at large.

- I will, thank you.

- Check her background,
husband, boyfriends.

- Struck me as a bit
of a soft touch.

Lord save us from
the do-gooders.

- So when did you last see
your son, Mrs. Bonetti?

- Couple of months
ago, in prison.

I went in for his birthday.

- He's a dog's brother, no good.

- Leave it, Tony.

Ignore him.

Look, my son is a nasty
piece of work,

he nearly ruined this
business after what he did.

Well, it was in all the
papers, terrible.

- Do you know any friends of his

where he might be holed
up, any old girlfriends?

- You try down the
massage parlor,

that's his kind of a woman.

- I can't help you, it's more
than my life's worth if I did,

even though I am his mother.

He doesn't give a fig leaf
who he hurts, never has,

broke my heart.

Here.

- Thank you.

- Please, we no nothing,
we don't want to know.

You catch him, I'll
say hallelujah.

- How much, ah ...

- It's on the house, we
are good to police here.

- No, I'll pay if
you don't mind.

- You made it.

- Yeah, thanks to you.

- The police did come 'round.

- Yeah, but you weren't
followed?

- No.

- Now keep it together
Jane, you've been brilliant.

- I can't stop shaking.

- Did you get the passport?

- Yes, it's all arranged.

- It's gonna be okay,
don't worry.

I've got some business
to sort out.

- What business?

- My money.

- I told you, we don't need any.

- No, I know, I know.

Just trust me, hmm, please?

- I've risked everything,
John, everything.

- Yeah, I know.

- And I want ...

I love you.

- Basque, Spanish job,
nine millimeter.

- It's absolutely realistic.

- Yes, but feel the weight.

It's a replica, made from
some kind of glazed ceramic,

on the mold of a real gun.

It has a beautiful finish.

It's completely authentic
to the eye.

- That's why it didn't trigger
the prison metal detector.

- Yep, non metallic,
that's a work of art.

- This replica of a hand
gun was used by Bonetti

to effect his escape.

Did you make it?

I suggest you tell
us now Miss Hardy,

before we find out
by other means.

- Yes, I did make it.

And I smuggled it into
the prison to him.

- Assisting a prisoner to escape

is a very serious offense,
Miss Hardy.

- I understand.

- Why did you do it?

Surely you were aware
that Bonetti

is a cold and ruthless killer.

- You don't know
him, nobody does.

He's never had a chance,
and being caged up in there

was destroying him.

And I, I couldn't
watch that happen.

- So you'd formed an
emotional bond with Bonetti.

- You probably think it's
incredibly naive, but,

I wasn't looking for
anything like that,

I just wanted to help him.

Help him open up, and
slowly, despite myself,

as he talked, I found myself
falling in live with him.

- Have you been in contact
with Bonetti since he escaped?

- No.

- So you just helped him to
escape, this man you fell

in love with, and now you
might not see him again,

is that the idea?

- He said that he'd reach
me when the time was right.

- Where's the gun?

- I told you, I took it
into the prison to him.

- No, no, no, not, not,
not, not the replica,

the real one, the one you
used to make the mold.

Where is it now?

- I don't know.

- How did you get the
gun in the first place?

- Oh, John arranged it,

it was sent to me in
a padded envelope.

- The gun was in your
possession, where is it now?

- I left it somewhere.

- What do you mean left it?

- With some food and
clothes, for John to pick up.

- Where?

- An old tin mine
outside Trevadic,

there's a ruined
smelting chimney.

- Ah, Doug, Doug, yes
Wycliffe speaking, um,

it looks like Bonetti may
have picked up a gun, yes.

Trevadic, there's an old tin
mine and smelting chimny,

yeah, you better get over there.

Well now, if you can.

I see, I see, okay
well I'll hang on.

- He had to have the gun.

- Why?

- His life was being
threatened, that's why he was in

such a state, why
he had to get out.

- Somebody in the prison
was threatening him?

- It was all to do with his
past, he owed a lot of money

to somebody on the outside,
and they were threatening

to have him killed if he
didn't come up with it.

- Who, who was threatening him?

- He wouldn't tell me.

I could see he was terrified.

I know you think I've
been very stupid,

but I couldn't keep going
back into that prison

week after week, watching
him fall apart.

I had to help him, I had to.

- Jane Hardy, I'm
arresting you on suspicion

of assisting in the escape
from custody of John Bonetti.

Understand?

Superintendent Wycliffe
has already cautioned you,

but I must tell you again.

- Aye, it's just in here, sir.

- Aye, you find the gun?

- Ah, no sir, but he's
definitely been here,

all his food and stuff.

- Alright, keep looking then.

- What sort of gun was it sir?

- A nine millimeter Basque,
a man stopper.

Tell you what Dixie, I'd
check your life insurance.

Bonetti running around
with one of these,

someone's gonna get hurt.

- Several more sightings
Sir, but as yet, nothing.

- But Sir ...

- That's Jean Hardy bailed
sir, Lucy's keeping tabs.

- What's her background?

- Well she's ah, 37, she's
got a degree in psychology

from Exeter University, she's
got a little bit of previous,

cannibis possession in '78.

- Uh huh.

- Evidently she was in
with a set of alternativos,

you know, ah, pot head
and cashmere feminists

by the sound of it.

- Sir.

- Yes Potter.

- I've been working through
the Bonetti case murder papers,

it's flagged up a few names,
associates he used to run with.

The interesting thing
is, that when the case

was run by DCI Turner ...

- Ah, that's your old
boss, isn't it Son?

- Yeah, DCI Turner was
convinced that the murders

weren't crime passionnel,
as Bonetti suggested,

but were actually linked
to a major drugs ring.

- Go on.

- The man Bonetti killed,
the one he caught in the sack

with is missus, was actually
working as a police informant,

he was a junkie, feeding
names to DCI Turner,

and they were getting very
close to the drugs ring

when Bonetti did the killing.

- And Bonetti was tied
in with this drugs ring?

- Ah, no proof, but
highly likely.

- Jack Turner's still over
in Plymouth, isn't he sir?

- No, he hung his hat up
a couple of years ago.

Well, it's, it's
good work Potter.

- Ah, that's very good, Potter.

Well, you must be scratching
for something to do,

now aren't you?

- Ah, no sir, I ...

- I've got a job that's
hand made for you,

with your obvious
eye for detail.

Now this is a padded envelop
from Jane Hardy's cottage,

now the gun was sent
to her in this,

and it's got an electronic
bar coded price label,

and a batch number
underneath, see?

- Yeah

- Check every station in
the Southwest, would you?

- What, visit them all Sir?

- No, no Potter, let your
fingers do the walking

before you waste the
job's shoe leather.

- Yes sir, thank you sir.

- Good morning!

- Are you following me?

- You're in protection,
Miss Hardy.

- What's this about?

- I'm sorry, you are?

- Warne, George Warne.

- Detective Inspector Lane.

Can I ask you what's
inside this crate?

- Pots.

- Pots?

- You can take a
look if you like.

- Thank you

- It's the truth, I fly these
to the Scilly Isles regularly

what's the problem?

- I'm not sure that there
is one, Mr. Warne, yet.

- They're just pots.

- Well whatever this is about,
it's nothing to do with me,

Inspector, I run a straight
business here.

- I'm sorry, George,
it's my fault

Look, I've got clients
waiting for these

in the Scilly Isles,
they have to get there.

- I do appreciate that,
Madam, we have half the

Southwest constabulary
out looking

for an incredibly dangerous man.

Inconvenient for all of
us, but that's how it is.

- Everything went sweetly.

Is it all here?

- Yes.

- You've had yours out of it?

- Yes, Son, thanks.

- Been in our cold
storage for three years.

- It's a cool million,
hmm? .

- John, television said
you've got a gun.

- No, I ditched it
Mum, don't worry.

- When are you goin'?

- Well, a couple of days,

I've got a bit of unfinished
business.

- Be careful, Son, please.

- Sure, I'll send you
a postcard, huh?

- Better be goin', Father'll
be havin' kittens out there.

- Thanks for everything
Mum, you've been a diamond.

- Yes!

- When I arrested Bonetti,
I couldn't believe

he'd done those murders.

- Smooth, he had the charm
of a time-share salesman.

- What was the drugs connection?

- Oh, there was a gang pushing
pills, whiz, amphetamines,

my guess is that Bonetti was
the bag man, holding the money.

And we're talking a
very large sum, in cash.

- Is this dealings money,
off the street?

- Yeah, it costs users
a fortune to maintain

the amphetamine habit.

And they were pushing
tablets in handfuls

all over the Southwest.

- Names?

- We have two possibles, nothing
strong enough to move on.

- Bonetti killed our best
informant, then he killed his
wife

to make it look kosher.

Cheeky devil even made a
claim on her insurance,

but I had him for it.

- Any idea where he might
have gone to ground,

who might harbor him?

- No, but he'll come crawling
back out of the woodwork

as soon as he's ready,
if he doesn't wing it

to the Continent.

Who sprung Bonetti off
the moor, do we know?

- Well, all we've got so
far is this young woman,

she's a prison visitor, she
claims she did it for love.

- Love?

- Mm hmm.

- Bonetti? Bonetti
would love a woman

like a weasel loves a rabbit.

- Right, well thanks
for that, Jack.

- Pleasure.

I hear you're in line for the
Divisional Commander's job.

- Who told you that?

- Oh, rumor squad.

Not true then?

- I'm pondering.

- There's a tide in the
affairs of men, Charlie,

I only offer it once.

- I know.

- This is the replica
gun, used in the escape.

Now, as you can see, the
ident number has been

transferred by the mold,
from which it was modeled.

Took a bit of teasing out,
but we came up with it.

Thanks. The gun was
registered to an Ian Rigby.

He reported it stolen,
several months ago.

- Yeah, Rigby's name
came up in the Bonetti

murder papers, Sir, some
suspicion of involvement

with drugs, nothing proven.

- Could be linked, Sir,
Rigby, he gives the real gun

to Jane Hardy, she copies
it and slips it to Bonetti

in prison.

- I was thinking Sir,
Bonetti's stuck in prison,

well if he's the only
one who knows

where the drug ring's money is,

well, that'd be some
real leverage,

'cause if he threatened
to blow the whistle

on the rest of them, well,
they couldn't shut him up,

not without losin' their money.

- So they had to spring him.

- Yeah

- Mmm do we have an
address for this Ian Rigby?

- A Custer Cottage, Kilvert.

- Get a warrant, Sir?

- Yes, yes, right, right.

Thanks Harry, well done, Potter.

- Yes, any joy with
that envelope yet?

- Not yet, Sir, no.

- Ah, so what are we
waitin' for then, aye?

Always
get the rub job.

- That's the job, Son,
hours of boring plod,

punctuated by moments
of sheer bloody terror,

And I know which I prefer.

- Hello, John, where are you?

No, no, don't come here,
yeah, you fly tomorrow.

I love you.

- The security camera
is always on,

videoing customers as they
pass through the checkouts.

It has a constant
time-code display.

The barcode's read on
each purchase and appears

on the till row, which
is also typed.

We keep all video tapes and
till rows for three weeks.

- So if we find this envelope
item on your till rows,

we could get a time
to match from the

video surveillance tapes?

- Correct

- A video image of
who bought this?

- Oh, yes.

- Magic!

- Not quite, this way.

All yours.

- We'll go 'round
the back, come on.

- One minute.

Sir!

Sir.

- Hmm?

Ian Rigby?

- That's my guess, yeah.

- He's not gonna tell
us much, is he.

- Nope.

- Get Franks, full
forensic team.

Everybody clear away
from the scene, please!

- The dead man is was
identified as Ian Rigby.

Police again warn that
the escaped prisoner,

John Bonetti, is still at large.

- We must stress that
Bonetti is armed,

and extremely dangerous.

Members of the public, if they
think they've seen this man,

must not approach him.

Ring us on 01209 717258.

- The striations on this
particular bullet are quite
narrow.

The weapon was probably
a Basque nine millimeter.

- Ah hah!

- Within the range
of around six feet.

- Time of death?

- Couple of days ago, Mr.
Rigby was hit with two rounds,

slam in the heart.

It's a good grouping.

- It's beginning to
shape Sir, isn't it?

I mean, Rigby helps
Bonetti to escape,

using the Hardy woman.

No sooner is he out that Bonetti
visits him and kills him.

- Why?

- Well it's a double-cross,
isn't it?

I mean, there's big money
floating around,

I mean Bonetti gets greedy,
and if he takes out Rigby

there's one less
to divvy up with.

- Yes, could be.

It's the Hardy woman's
the key though.

- Either Bonetti did charm
her around his little finger

and use her, or she was in with
him in the murder of Rigby.

- Let's pull her in again,
before Bonetti gets to her,

or she does a disappearing act.

- Why didn't I join traffic?

500cc Naught throbbin'
between my legs,

smell of leather.

- And the wind in
your Brill Cream.

- Winging a Ford Sierra
down the A30,

blues and twos going.

Nope, I became a detective,
glorified bloody flower braider.

- Hey, don't knock it, we
could grab the glory here.

Whoever bought this envelope,
sent the gun to Jane Hardy.

- A pound to a peanut it
was Rigby sent it to her.

Obvious, and he's dead.

Complete waste of time, this.

- Listen, foot soldiers
spend their lives

wading through dross, make
sure you enjoy it, Son.

Did you
know a man named Rigby?

- No.

- Was it him gave you the gun?

The one you copied, the Basque?

- I don't know who sent
it, John arranged it.

- Well, Ian Rigby is now dead.

We believe he was killed by
John Bonetti, with the gun

that you left for him at
the Trevadic tin mine.

Jane, you're implicated
in a murder inquiry,

you have to tell us everything
you know, everything.

I've been a fool.

I really love him.

I didn't know he was gonna
kill anyone, that's the truth.

- You've seen him, haven't
you, since he escaped?

He's not out there running
around, is he

he's, he's holed up
somewhere, where?

- Jane, Bonetti's used
you, you fell in love.

I know how it is, but
believe me, this man is not

worth your tears, he's
he's ruthless.

It goes beyond, you've got
to tell us where he is,

you've got to, please, before
somebody else gets killed.

Oh, God.

- When you talked to him at the
prison, did he ever mention,

ah, anywhere, anybody,

friend in the area?

Jane, think,

Miss Hardy, think, anything!

- He talked about, ah,
his mum and dad a lot.

Ah, they have a caravan
outside Newquey.

He said he used to go
there during the holidays.

That's all I know, I'm sorry.

- Oh, Mum, message.

- Who from?

- A bloke, Simon somebody.

- Oh.

- Lucy, get TFU would
you please.

Jane Hardy's just given
us a possible safe house

for Bonetti.

She's down in the custody suite,
when they get her cleared,

let her go, you follow
her, okay?

Wherever she goes you
stay on her back.

Sir.

- Can we get full
surveillance, Sir?

- I'll try and put
that together.

Ah, meantime you're on your own.

Yes, Wycliffe speaking.

I want a technical firearms
unit, full works, yes,

caravan site near Newquay.

Bonetti, yes, Bonetti,
the escaped prisoner.

- Police! Don't move!

Hands behind your back, put
your hands behind your back!

Do it, now! Now!

- Blue One for Blue Leader,
Blue One all received, eight.

We've got Bonetti.

- Excellent

- There's just one problem.

- What's that?

- He's already dead, shot.

- Sarge?

- Mm hmm.

- Double check this,
76589074321.

- Bingo, full line.

- Oh, yes!

- What date?

- Ah, third of the month.

- Right, now all we need
to do is find the

matching video tape.

- Oh, no!

- It's alright, they're marked.

- Nice one!

- So, he was shot through
the chest at close range,

sometime last night,
early hours to dawn.

Small caliber weapon.

- Nine millimeter Basque,
was it, something like that?

- Well, that's not my field,
tell you more after we've

got him up on the slab.

- No sign of a gun?

- No, there's a cushion
that was obviously used

to silence the shot.

Oh, we found these
under the bed, Sir,

two 50 pound notes, used.

- The whole thing was obviously
very carefully arrayed.

- Somebody got Bonetti
out of prison

so they could kill him, Sir?

- That's right.

To get their hands on the
money only he had the key to,

and then to silence
him permanently.

- Yeah.

- The question is, who?

- Oh!

- Shhh!

- Three no trump.

- Show me.

- That's him, he bought
the envelope used

to send the gun to Jane Hardy.

- Well, it certainly
isn't Ian Rigby.

- I've seen him before.

- Whoo, let's go.

- Police, stay where you are!

Your filght's canceled,
Mr. Warne.

- So Warne was behind
the whole thing, aye?

- So it would appear.

- Dixie and I will take
him on, Sir, shall we?

- Yes, yes, yes, I want
you with me, Lucy.

Right.

- We wrap Warne up by six, we
could crack a few beers, aye?

Job done.

- What do we do the
Hardy woman on Sir,

just aiding the escapee?

- Let's find out.

- You sent the real gun
to Jane Hardy, didn't you?

Look, we've got you on video
tape, buying the envelope

it was sent in.

- No comment.

- You were in with
Rigby and Bonetti

dealing drugs, Mr. Warne.

Jane Hardy's already
told us this.

- No comment.

- You helped Bonetti to escape,

he gave you back the real
gun, and you killed Rigby,

is that how it went?

No comment.

- And then you killed
Bonetti, you double-crossed

him as well, didn't you.

- No comment.

- Could you speak up,
Mr. Warne, for the tape.

- No comment.

- Are you sure you don't
want a solicitor present?

- Yes, I am.

- How long had you
and George Warne

been having a relationship,
Jane.

- We met a couple of years ago.

I had a cocaine habit
that I couldn't afford.

- Ah, I see, and he
supplied your needs?

- Yeah.

And then he persuaded
me to help him and Rigby

get Bonetti out of prison.

I became a prison visitor.

Bonetti was convinced that
I was in love with him.

He thought that he was using me.

I only did it for George.

- So you were in love
with George Warne, then?

- Very.

He said, that he wanted
to give up drug dealing

once and for all.

We'd get Bonetti out of
prison, divide up the money,

and then make a fresh
start, go somewhere.

He didn't tell me he
was gonna kill anyone.

- So Warne lied to you.

- Yeah.

- Now you told us, that you
left the gun, the real gun,

at the Travadic tin mine
for Bonetti to collect,

that's what you said.

It was a lie, wasn't it?

- Yes, I, ah, gave the
gun back to George,

after I'd made the replica.

- And that was what we planned.

- And then Warne used the gun,
to kill Bonetti and Rigby.

- Yes, I didn't know he was
gonna do that, not kill them.

I swear.

- People do foolish
things, Miss Hardy,

take enormous risks,
tell any lie,

and all in the name of love.

- Yes.

- They get confused,
upset, until the difference

between the truth and
lying just doesn't seem

to matter anymore.

It does matter, Miss Hardy.

You're a very accomplished
liar, aren't you Jane?

In fact, you're lying now.

- No.

- Yes.

You convinced Warne you
were in love with him

just the same as you
convinced Bonetti.

You planned it, the
whole thing, didn't you?

- No.

- It was your idea
to spring Bonetti,

to get your hands on the
money, and then for Warne

to kill Bonetti and Rigby.

That's the, that's the
real truth, isn't it?

- You can't prove any of that.

All I did was smuggle in
a replica gun, that's all.

- Mr. Warne is up the
corridor right this minute.

He will go down for
murder, Miss Hardy,

and he'll take you with him.

- I need the loo.

- Interview suspended at 17:52.

- Look, let's cut the crap.

I can give you names.

All Warne's international
contacts.

A lot goes via Spain.

Drug dealers all over
the Southwest,

and the London end.

- That would be very
cooperative of you.

- You can have it all,
but only if you drop me

out of the murder charge.

- You admit it then, you
planned the whole thing?

- I admit nothing.

- Then I'm sorry, Miss
Hardy, I don't do deals,

not with killers.

- So are you gonna take the
job, Sir, Divisional Commander?

- I don't think so Doug.

You need someone down
here, to stay on your back

and keep you honest.

Might as well be me.

Good night.

- Good night.

- I told you he wasn't
interested in promotion.

He's obsessed with detecting,
delving into the dark side,

you can't do that flying a desk.

- I owe you a tenner.

- Nah, don't be silly,
just buy me a lot of drink.

- Another time.

- Aye?

- I'm meeting someone.

- Oh, Simon is it?

Do I know him?

- No!