All language subtitles for Criminal.Record.S01E07.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

The summer she died.

It's hard

hard to express.

You had to be there.

Do you know the difference
between order and fucking chaos?

Five millimeters of glass.

Fuck off!

The width of a
shop window. That's it.

That's all it is.

Move! Get back!

Well, they broke
the glass that summer.

Night after night after night.

And your man Errol, he was up
there with the best of them.

And then,
three weeks after that

neighbor makes a call.

There's a fight
going on in one of the flats downstairs.

She's screaming.

I-It sounds like he's
kicking the door in!

Right then.
Look forward. Look at me.

Look at me. Look forward.

- Keep looking forward, looking at me.
- Pat. Come on.

Hello, fire
brigade. Stay perfectly still.

- Look at me.
- Pat, wake up.

Wake up. Pat, wake up. Come on.

Pat!

You're scaring him. Come here.

So, you
like him then, Lisa?

Lisa?

Yes. I love him.

Well, what do you think? Dad?

Dad?

Yeah, I'm... Yeah,
I'm looking at it now.

And?

It's good. It's
really good, yeah.

But listen,
we... we made a deal, right?

He's yours now. So, that
means you have to walk him.

You have to feed him. And you
are responsible for him. Right?

You know, it's... it's okay...
...to do nice things.

You know there's
nothing wrong with that.

It's not bad.

Lisa?

You know, the thing
about your mum.

That's all she wanted was
f-for you to be happy.

When are you coming
home from work?

Well, not long now.

That's what you said yesterday.
And the day before.

Yeah, well, I'll be
home soon, I promise. Soon.

Night night, Daddy.

Night night, sweetheart.

Errol Mathis, I'm
arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of Adelaide Burrowes.
You do not have to say anything.

But anything you do say, may be
given in evidence against you.

Get off him! Off!

- Patty!
- Get the cuffs on.

- Patty.
- Calm down, love.

- Mum!
- Come on.

I'm coming with ya.

Right behind you.

So, you've
arrested the boyfriend.

Good. Okay.

PACE clock is ticking,
yeah? We've got 24 hours.

We are right behind you, Dan.

And what does that mean? You
know, "Right behind you"?

Why is this one any different?

Well... ...there's... there's
a certain amount of heat around this.

Heat? What kinda heat?

There is a desire to
make an example of him.

I mean, we don't exactly look great
in the light of recent events.

An example? 'Cause of the riots.

Well, think about it.

It was five nights of looting and burning
and God knows how much criminal damage.

Christ.

So, why not reset the narrative?

That's the line.

String 'em up.

Turn 'em all into bad
people. Is that the line?

- Is that what the message is here, yeah?
- No.

I'm just... I'm giving
you the context.

Whatever you decide. That's all.

Hands and
clothes covered in blood?

Yeah. Victim's
blood all over him.

Well, that doesn't mean
he stabbed her, does it?

He could have been
holding her in his arms.

- Yeah, right.
- Hey, hey. That's what they'll run with.

Here we go. In the
car. Kid in the back.

And boom.

Any
history of violence?

Yeah, uh, neighbors called police, 2005.
He was a teenager... Didn't go anywhere.

- Can I see the report?
- Yeah, of course.

Was a fight with his dad, but, um,
dad didn't want to press charges.

What about him and the victim?
Or him and any other partner?

- Or the kid? What's...
- Patrick.

- Any history there?
- No.

But he was in the bedroom, door
locked, no sign of any key.

He must've heard it.

Poor kid must've heard the
whole sodding floor show.

There's no
family on her side?

No. She was raised in care and
all that entails, no doubt.

- And we're sure he's not the father?
- One hundred percent.

Patrick was a result of a...
drunken fling, a one-off apparently.

Probably one of many.

Well, she
clearly likes the Black lads.

Oh, come on. I'm
not having a go.

I'm just saying that everybody's got
a... a type, you know?

Except me, I'd fuck
anything with a pulse.

Yeah, okay. Well, let's present them
with the CCTV as evidence, okay?

In the meantime, I need
testimony, witness statement

from the emergency caller
putting Errol in that flat.

Let's trace, interview
anyone seen exiting the flat.

Anyone in the local area
with a history of violence.

I need DNA of anyone in the flat.
"I need, I need, I need," I know,

but we go early, we get
him on physical evidence.

- Unless he ponies up with a confession.
- Maybe.

Boss, uh, lo...
I'm sorry, but, like,

what is your problem here?

My problem? My problem, Tony,
is this level of injury.

Bite marks? And that doesn't
come out of thin air.

This guy doesn't so
much as carry a knife.

- We don't know that.
- We don't know that?

He's been stopped and searched
nine times. Nine times.

Not once has he been carrying.

So, my problem...

My problem is, Tony,
show me the facts.

Show me the history of violence.

All right? Happiness? Smashing.

So, before we get started...
...my client

has prepared a short statement
he would like me to read.

"I'm ready to cooperate
with your investigation

into the murder of my partner,

Adelaide Burrowes, on the
20th of September 2011.

But as a result of trauma
following her death,

I have no memory of any event from
the moment I entered my home address,

Flat 616 in the
Manningham Flats,

"to the moment I regained
consciousness in hospital."

Okay, I take note
of your comments.

Just as I note the
outcome of your MRI,

which shows no evidence
of physical head trauma.

Um,

you understand why you are here,

Mr. Mathis?

Your partner of five
years, Adelaide Burrowes,

was found stabbed to death
in your shared residence

of 616 Manningham Flats.

Mr. Mathis further submits
that at the time Ms. Burrowes

is understood to have been killed,
he was not present in the flat.

He was in fact looking for work.

For work?

So you do remember?

I remember before.

All right. So where was this?

VIP Cuts. It's a barber's.

Uh-huh, a barber's.

And did you see anyone?

Did you talk to anyone
while you were there?

- Yes.
- A man called "Mostapha Demir."

Mostapha Demir.

How did we not know about this?

Sir, I talked to Cardona
before we went in.

He didn't say squat
about any alibi.

Okay. Now,
get over there both of you.

Chase down this Mostapha.

We won't let you
down. Don't you worry, boss.

No. No, Kim. I want the facts.

Better to know now than
be chasing our tail

- ten miles down the road, all right?
- Yeah.

Sir, I have the deputy
commissioner on the line.

- Mm-hmm.
- He's called three times.

Dan, Commander Bloom.
Excellent news about the arrest.

Just wanted to wish you luck.

As you know, we're garnering
a lot of publicity, and, uh...

Dad, where are you?

You said... promised you'd talk
to Marcella about the omelet.

Dan. Laurie again.

- Just to add, if you need anything by...
- The omelet?

Oh, the omelet,
yes. Okay, right.

- Can you put... put Marcella on, will you?
- Okay.

- Thanks, darling.
- I'm calling for DCI Hegarty.

I'm from the PR department.

Look, uh, regarding
the wording of the...

- Marcella.
- Yes, hello?

Yes. Look, I just wanted to say,

I thought I'd discussed
this with you before, but

- no tomatoes.
- No tomatoes?

No. None at all.

Dan, it's me again.

Look, are we any closer
to charging this guy?

Could you put Lisa back on,
please? Thank you very much.

Hi, darling. Yeah, I've sorted
it... I've spoken to her.

When are
you getting home?

Soon. Soon.

Sir, Mostapha
Demir's in room 4.

Tony and Kim are asking,

do you want to interview or are
you happy for them to crack on?

Uh, yes.

Yes to interview,
or yes to crack on?

Uh, yes to crack on. Oh, Denise?

Get on to duty
rotation at St. Luke's.

Who visited him in hospital?

For instance, his father.
How long, how often.

Hegarty.

Hello. This is Julie
from St. Luke's Hospital.

Patrick Burrowes is
back on the ward.

How's he doing?

Well, better than he was
24 hours ago. He's awake.

I know it's a day
at a time but, um,

do you think he would be
up for a bit of a chat?

Let me just check with our medical
team looking after him. One moment.

- Bring up the sound on room 4, please.
- Yes, sir.

Right, I'm gonna show you
some photos now, mate.

If the man you saw on the
day in question is there, uh,

make a mark next to his image.

Uh, we ain't got all day,
pal. Is he there or not?

That one? Yeah?

Thank you, Mr. Demir.

- DCI Hegarty?
- Yeah.

Doctor Connor says that should be fine.
No more than a few minutes though.

- Much appreciated.
- No problem.

Okay, you're free to go.

Right. Come on. Let's go.

Stop dragging your heels, mate.

You'll have to catch me first.

Catch me if you can, Wolfy.

He's gone.

Where's he gone?

Through the hole.

Ooh. That was close.

No! You little...

Hiya, Patrick.

My name is Dan.

I'm a policeman.

You okay?

Where's Mummy?

Your mum's not here.

Where's Errol?

You hungry?

Yeah.

Well,
that's a good sign.

What do you like to eat?

Pasta? Fries?

Ice cream? Jelly?

Don't like jelly.

Oh, all right. Well, we'll
go easy on the jelly then.

Who does
the cooking at home?

Errol.

And they get on all right,
Errol and your mum, yeah?

There's no bad tempers?

Fighting? Hmm?

Errol never raised his voice?

Mm-hmm.

Do you remember what he said, what
he did, when he raised his voice?

One night... they had a fight.

Oh, what sort of a fight?

Shouting.

And what did they shout about?

Money.

Money?

Yeah.

Patrick

what did he say?

What did he say to your mum?

Any news?

Uh, yeah. He's on the mend.

Is he okay?

Um, does he... does
he know anything?

Well, Mrs. Mathis. I'm
just after the facts.

He's a good man.

He's devoted to that boy.

No Mr. Mathis?

Oh, uh, no.

He had
to go back to work.

- Oh, okay.
- Yeah.

Hot off the press.

- What is it?
- Page seven.

So, what about the guy?

The guy? What guy?

The guy I talked to.

- The guy at the barbershop.
- Yeah, we spoke to Mr. Demir.

Yeah, he doesn't
know you. Doesn't recall.

So... here we are.

Well, that's the guy I saw.
That's who I talked to.

How about your own memory,
is there anything coming back at all?

You know what they
call that, don't you?

- What is this?
- Well, it's shopping with violence.

Well, that's not me. That's
some Photoshop bullshit.

So, you didn't take
part in the looting?

It's just that we found items
of clothing in your flat,

shopping labels still attached.

And I'm assuming you got the
receipts for those, haven't you?

I'm not a thief.

I'm sorry, how does this
relate to the matter in hand?

See, these fights that you've
been having with Adelaide?

- Fights?
- Yeah. Do you wanna talk to me about them?

- We didn't have any fights.
- Errol...

I'm trying to help you here.

There is no history of
any domestic violence

or violence of any
sort against my client.

Yeah, well, the victim received bites
that appear to match your teeth, Errol.

- Bites?
- Can you explain that to me?

Come on. What is this?

We have a witness who called
the emergency services

reporting a disturbance
in your flat on the day.

- That wasn't me!
- I thought you didn't remember.

- I know, but...
- Well, how do you know?

- I just do! Yeah.
- You just do?

So, you do remember?

Ah. Okay.

This is nice.

You get what they're doing?
He's trying to wind me up.

Listen. Listen to me.

There ain't nothing
you can do to get me.

I loved her.

We were gonna get married.

- You were gonna get married?
- Yeah.

Where's the ring?

Are you fucking kidding me?

My girl is dead! And... And
whoever did this is out there!

He's still out there,
but you're here. Huh?

Asking me things about
some ring. Come on, guys!

She's gone! She's not here!

Come on!

Where to now then?

Meeting the CPS,
see what they say.

See if they'll give us the
green light to charge him.

Good. Glad to hear it. "It
wasn't me. I'm not a thief."

Jesus.
Born liar, that one.

Doesn't make him a killer.

Animals, the lot of them.

I'll tell you what, we
are losing this war.

Here we go.

What?

You need to watch yourself.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Some of the things
you're saying.

I wouldn't say 'em
to, like... to anyone.

DNA and
prints? Where are we?

DNA and prints?

Yeah, from the crime scene.
Who else was in that flat?

We went through
all of this yesterday.

Anyone with a criminal
history, we've cleared them.

We've got our man.

Lisa pleased with her puppy?

Well, personally, I can't
get past the fucking smell.

At least she's happy.

Yeah. I wouldn't go that far.

That is a lot to,
um... to take in.

Eleven.

Eleven days from the X-ray
to a hole in the ground.

You know, in the end, there
was no time for any of it.

Dan. Bad news
from the CPS I gather?

- What did they say exactly?
- Um, yeah, uh, well,

they said that... that we're
not ready to charge him.

That we need more hard,
physical evidence.

Oh, for God's sake.

- You're pushing for more time, I hope?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We'll put the request in
now as we... as we speak.

Dad, when
are you coming home?

- Soon.
- Dad, puppy needs you.

Oh, you speak
"Doglish" now, do you?

Boss... I'm
here with the super now.

Darling... And? Did
we get the extension?

Marcella was up in your bedroom,
snooping through all Mum's clothes.

Okay, right...

The hospital sent over

- a mental capacity assessment...
- What?

They're concerned
Errol might be at risk.

Dad?

So, it's 24
hours to hold him...

- Twenty-four hours, I can't f...
- then it's either charge or release.

Twenty-four hours? I need three days.
Tell him I need fucking three days.

- Everything okay, Mr. Hegarty?
- Jesus Christ.

Do not fucking touch my
wife's clothes, okay?

But if this is too much
for you, Dan. If it's too soon,

nobody will think any the
worse of you, all right?

No, no, no. I'm not saying that.

- When are you coming home?
- Soon. I'll be home...

We are right behind
you, Dan. You know that.

Soon.

Right behind me. Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Taking a wild guess you've
forgotten to eat, sir, so...

Less of the "sir,"
for heaven's sake.

Force of habit.

So, I looked at the evidence...
not that you need a second opinion...

- I'm gonna get one anyway, huh?
- Well...

Come on. I'm all ears.

I think zero alibi, plus the
blood work, the bite marks...

- Bite marks?
- The emergency calls.

The boy right there in the
flat, a flight from the scene,

the collision with
the truck. I mean...

Hard to nail it down, isn't
it? What actually happened?

Was it intentional? Was he
out of his fucking mind?

'Cause, you know, he
never hurt her before.

Never laid a finger on
anyone, as far as I can see.

I'm just saying, personally,
and objectively...

We've got our man.

Denise.

Sir, I've just
followed up with Tim and Connor

about who came to visit the suspect
when he was at St. Luke's Hospital.

They said, "just the mum."

Nobody else? What about the dad?

No one.
That's what they said.

Mr. Mathis?

This is where you're hiding?

What are you doing?

Planting up.

Planting up.

That's good, that's
progress, right?

I've been looking
into Errol's history.

I heard you had some
trouble back in 2005?

Errol was just out of school.

Neighbors called us out,
reporting a disturbance.

That was nothing.

Yeah, they said it was most nights,
the pair of you, father and son stuff.

You people.

I'm not having a go here.

I did my
best with him, yeah?

I believe it. It's hard.

And God knows, I'm not here to
throw stones. Promise you that.

- My wife...
- What? Divorced?

She died.

Six months ago.

Two weeks compassionate leave.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

- Children?
- One.

Daughter. She took
the brunt of it.

So, um

what do you do with her?

What am I doing with her?

What do you do when
someone's sky comes crashed in?

I bought...
I bought her a dog.

- A dog?
- Yeah, that'll fix it, right?

Well, you do what you can

where you can.

Oh.

Here we go. Look. Look.

Where'd you get this?

Uh, in her
flat. You can keep that.

I mean it. It's a
copy. You can keep it.

Did she come up here with the lad
a lot and give you a bit of a hand?

Must have meant the
world to her, all this.

Yeah.

And look at her,
look at her life.

No people of her own.

Dragged up in care.

And here you are.

The father she never had.

He's my son.

And what about her?

Who's gonna help her?

Nobody?

Sir?

Sir?

Seventeen he was.

Seventeen.

Errol, my son,

comes into the house
high as a kite.

Friends waiting outside.

"Dad. I need money."

What did you say?

"Who do think we are?
There's no money left."

"You took it all."

I'm not going on record.

He did that?

He stabbed you?

Where does that leave the boy?

What about Patrick?

Under the same
roof as that man...

We got him?
Have we got our man?

'Cause if you're not sure, that's
absolutely fine. Just say the w...

No. We got our man.

Absolutely. One hundred percent.

Right then.

Great, in that case, the clock is ticking.
We've got about seven hours and counting.

Mental health are
chomping at the bit

and CPS want the fucking moon
presented to them on a silver platter.

So, what is our move?

Errol.

I wanna see if we can't jog your
memory, open things up for you.

For all of us.

So, with your permission, I want to take
you back to the flat. Where she died.

Your solicitor will be with
you, by your side. All the way.

That okay?

Go ahead.

Okay. All right.

In your own time.

Let's have a look.

- Can I help?
- Of course.

That's it.

- I mean it.
- I love you.

Anything?

No. Nothing.

Really?

Okay.

Ugh, God. Look at the state
of it. Hold on here a second, mate.

- Marco, bring the car around the side.
- Yeah? Sure.

- Okay, let's go.
- Okay.

- Ross.
- You all right, mate?

Thanks very much for going the extra
mile, mate. It was worth a shot.

Sorry if it was a wasted trip.

I hear you said that you're
living, uh, Mile End way?

Uh, for my sins. Wife got the house.
I'm back living like a student.

Well, It's a bit daft, you're
making a double journey, isn't it?

No, it's fine.

Yvette. You wouldn't mind giving
Mr. Cardona a lift home, would you?

Yeah, sure. Not a problem.

I mean, if you're sure.

- Yeah.
- Yvette will take you right to your door.

Where are we going?

You need some AC in
the back there, Errol?

W-What is this? I thought we
were going back to the cells?

I can't find my phone. I just
need to check in the flat.

Don't mind, do you, mate?

Errol? Your lights
aren't working.

Can you help me
get some lights on?

Errol? I can't find my
phone in the dark, Errol.

Come on.

There you go. Thank you.

You, uh, never wanted
kids of your own?

No.

No?

- Didn't need them.
- No.

You had Patrick.

Uh, do you mind if I ask what did
he call you? Errol? Dad? Daddy?

Yeah. Sometimes.

Oh. Oh, you were just his
dad, eh? Plain, old dad.

I remember my girl, Lisa,

when she was a baby she was
a terrible sleeper, you know.

- And at night, that... that scream...
- What do you want?

I'm just, uh, looking.

- I'm just looking for my phone.
- I didn't kill her.

I swear on Jesus Christ Almighty,
all right? I...

- I loved her. I didn't kill her.
- It's okay. Okay.

We're not on the meter here, so just
leave Jesus Christ out of it, please.

I was just saying.

I just thought that you might be,
you know, concerned about Patrick.

Yeah, I'm going out
of my skull, to be honest.

Yeah? What do you wanna know?

Is he okay?

He nearly lost his legs...

and they say he
won't walk again.

So, no, not really.

Oh, my God. Oh, my
God. Oh, my God.

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Oh, I feel sick.

That's all right,

'cause none of us are
gonna give up hope, are we?

Come on. I mean, it's amazing what they
can do nowadays. Anything is possible.

Is he asking for me?

- What, you?
- Yeah.

Daddy? Dad? Errol?
Is he asking for you?

- I... I don't know.
- So, what did they tell him?

- What, about his mum?
- Yeah.

- Control to Alpha Bravo one.
- Fuck. A minute!

Yeah,
sorry, sir. Copy that, uh...

Well, what do you say? I don't
know. You know, he's six years old.

She's gone. I don't know if
you can take it in at that age.

But hey, he's something, isn't he?
He's a bra... He's brave, isn't he?

He's a real... He's
a real lion, right?

Um, uh, listen, I, um... I wasn't
being straight with you before.

He had these jeans, these girlie
jeans, with unicorns on them.

I know it's stupid. Um.

His friends were
laughing at him,

so I thought, I can't even
get him decent threads.

Jeans. The looting.

Yeah.

So, that was you lying then?

- Yeah. Yes.
- You lied then?

- You lied? Okay.
- Yes.

That's good. Thank
you. That is good.

Because if you take a look
around you right now, son,

you will see that you
are some miles upstream.

So it's time that you
are straight with me.

I don't remember.

Okay.

I didn't do it. I... I di... I
didn't... You... You gotta believe me.

I... I do believe you. I
believe that you don't remember.

But what's inside of you,
what you're capable of,

only you know that. Only
you and your dad, maybe?

What... What's that...
What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, come on. Think about it.

You crashed the car.

You broke that boy like
a fucking china plate.

Stop fucking doing that.

Why? Because that is your mind
keeping you safe. Turning off the tap.

You don't know
what's in my mind.

- Same thing as here.
- No.

- It is what has happened here...
- No.

- And what is happening now, right here.
- No.

- Right here. On this spot.
- No! No!

On this kitchen floor.
Yeah, I saw her.

I walked in, I saw the
fucking state of her.

Nobody could blame you for wanting
to wipe that out of your memory.

What is that?

Is that your phone?

That's cold. This is... This is
you. This... This is what you do.

You brought me here, acting
all nice. "Where's my phone?"

You're disgusting.
Do you know that?

I fucking open my heart to you

and all you do is stand there lying
to my face, twisting my words.

And you don't give a fuck
about my girl, do you? Do you?

- Do you?
- All right, come on. Let's...

You're a disease.

You don't know anything
about us, the things we had.

Yeah. Things you had?

- Yeah. You can't even understand!
- Yeah. I can't understand how...

- Beautiful things!
- Beautiful things. Beautiful things.

Of course there
were. Forgive me.

I wouldn't know about fucking
beautiful things, would I?

You're the only person
that know about that

because you're the only
one with people, right?

You're the only one with family?
You think you're so perfect?

Well, that's not
what Patrick told me.

What? You... What?

- You talked to him?
- Yeah.

Is that him on the tape? What
did he say? Come on. Play it.

- It's his voice. You wanna hear his voice?
- Yes.

- You wanna hear what Patrick has to say?
- Yes. I'm begging you.

You wanna hear what Patrick
has to say about you?

- Yes.
- Listen.

What did he say?
What did he say to your mum?

One night

they had a fight.

They had a fight.

What sort of a fight?

- Shouting.
- Shouting.

And what did they shout about?

- Money.
- Money.

Money?

Yeah.

Patrick

what did he say?

What did he say to your mum?

I'll knock you
flat. I'll knock you flat.

"I'll knock you flat. I'll knock
you flat. I'll knock you flat."

I killed
Adelaide Burrowes.

You put the knife in her throat?

Yeah.

Anywhere else you remember?

Chest.

What made...

What made you hurt her

like that, I mean?

Do you have any idea?

I just lost my rag.

You lost your rag?

Lost my rag.

Hello.
This is Patrick.

There are things
that nobody teaches you.

Things that are just understood.

And sometimes, if you
have to go the extra mile

well, there's no shame in that.

You fucking Judas. I
told you. I warned you.

She's only gone and shoved
it all over the Internet.

- What? What are you talking about?
- Here, take a look.

He... He had a girlfriend a
long time ago. Same like me.

Okay. And...

That dumb
bitch never listen.

- This... This wasn't me.
- Never keep him, you know...

He stabbed her many, many times with
the same knife he put in me.

And now she's dead.

There's a man in prison doing 24
years for killing her.

Please, if
you could just give me

- your boyfriend's name.
- No. No, no, no.

And... And he keeps
saying this guy in, um,

Whitecross...

He says he's such
a loser and that