All language subtitles for Prime Suspect ( Tennison ) 1973 S01 E04_track3_[eng]

("Wishing Well" by Free playing)

* Mm

* Take off your hat

* Kick off your shoes

* I know you ain't
goin' anywhere *

* Run 'round the town

* Singin' your blues

* I know you ain't
goin' anywhere *

* You've always been

* A good friend of mine

* But you're always sayin'

* Farewell

* And the only time

* That you're satisfied

* Is with your feet
in the wishing well *

(siren wailing)
* Oh...

You all right?

You saw it, bastard went for me,

I had to
defend meself.

Best if you keep quiet.

OFFICER:
Get on!

Right, in.

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Profiles first.
(camera winds)

Turn to the right.

Look to the camera,
son.

(camera shutter clicks)

Instead of staring, why don't
one of you's get my solicitor?

SERGEANT:
We'll call him tomorrow.

Get him out there.
Move it. Come on.

I know my rights.

Bloody hell, Len.

Looks like he went ten rounds
with Henry Cooper.

Spence saw red.

You know how
he gets.

I can delay this,
but it won't go away.

Just make sure Gibbs
gets his story straight.

(jackhammering in the distance)

(jackhammer slows to a stop)

What's going on?

What are you playing at?
SILAS (whispers):
Police.

There's a policeman outside.

Shh.

(radio crackles)
Eagle's Nest, come in.

Eagle's Nest, come in.

(pounding on door)

Eagle's Nest,
come in.

(radio crackles)
Come in, Eagle's Nest.

Good evening, Officer.

Everything all right?
Evening, sir.

We had a complaint from one of
your neighbors about the noise.

Uh, we're carrying out a
refurbishment of the kitchen.

Uh, please,
let me show you.

I have a permit.

I told the council there
will be some out-of-hours work.

So, uh... who
made the complaint?

I'm not at liberty to say, sir.

Are you finished
for the night?

Of course.

(radio crackling)

OFFICER:
Good night.

SILAS:
Good night.

Jane.

You got a minute?

Not really, sir.
I'm late as it is.

Oh. Well, I just wanted
to check if...

(door opens)
Excuse me, sir.

...if everything's all right.

Yes, sir. Absolutely.

You're sure?
Positive.

Tennison, a word.

Well done for last night.

I hear you stayed calm
in a tough situation.

Thanks, Sergeant.

Yeah, but that's no excuse
for being late again.

Go on,
shift it to comms.

Is it me,

or are WPCs getting younger
and more attractive?

Wish I could say
the same for solicitors.

I understand you're holding
one of my clients here,

Mr. O'Duncie?

Did he call you?

I'll take that as a "yes."

Would someone kindly
show me to my client?

Thank you, Sergeant Harris.

(boat engine clacking)

It's Eddie Philips.

Divers just fished him out.

(camera winding)

The uniforms
found this

on the towpath.

And this broken syringe.

We can safely say it
wasn't a midnight swim.

Someone's given him a
good crack on the head.

BRADFIELD: So he was hit first,
then thrown in?

Can't clarify that
till after the PM.

ASHTON: Judging by
the state of him,

he's been here a while.
LAWRENCE: I'd say at least
24 hours, at least.

Right, I'll try and
find the professor,

let him know he's got another
postmortem to attend to.

Thanks, Paul.

What were you
mixed up in, Eddie?

(door opens)

What are you doing?

(grunts)

Look at him.

Eyes like pinpricks.
What's going on?

We had a copper turn up,
didn't we?

Because
you were high.

I wasn't. I-I wasn't.

Went up to look for you
and I found this.

And this.

We flushed the rest of it.

Let the rats get high on it.

You got any more
stashed away?

No.
Hmm?

You've got to sort yourself out.

I'm not going back
to prison

'cause you're too high
to do your job.

Who's going back
to prison?

David?
No one, Mom.

(door opens)
What's that?

(door closes)
No, don't worry.

It's sorted.

(officers speaking indistinctly)

Sir, is the Gestapo
really necessary?

BRADFIELD: It's nothing
personal, Morgan.

We're all under
the microscope today.

O'Duncie might try
and put us on the back foot.

Hold on, these notes are fresh
from the bank.

They're in the same sequence.

Look.

That can't be right.

O'Duncie's
a drug dealer.

Call the bank.

Get the serial numbers
for the 500 quid

George Collins withdrew,
cross-reference those.

It's all right,
Mrs. Philips.

(softly):
Okay.

GIBBS:
If you could just nod for us.

Is this your grandson
Eddie Philips?

(crying):
You bastards!

You done this to him!

Oi! Oi! Oi!
Bastards!

GIBBS: Hey! Calm down,
Mrs. Philips, please.

(panting)

(sobbing)

Mrs. Philips?

Mrs. Philips?

The last time we saw Eddie

was when we took him
to the hospital.

But he escaped from there.

We need your help

to try and find the person
who did this to him.

Did Eddie ever mention
a Dwayne Clarke

or a Terrence O'Duncie to you?

No.

This is her fault,
that Julie Ann.

Eddie fell for her,

hook, line and sinker.

(sobbing):
Look where it got him.

(sobbing)

Where were you on the evening
of Sunday the 13th of May?

I was at home all night.

Do you know Julie Ann Collins?

When we searched
your squat,

we found a large quantity
of drugs

and 235 pounds in cash.

Was that connected
to the deal

you were doing with Julie Ann
Collins and Eddie Philips?

We know Eddie
was there,

we found his fingerprints
on your door.
STONE: And might I suggest

this Eddie chap broke in,
planted the drugs and money

and then informed you?

This morning, this Eddie chap

was pulled from
the Regents Canal.

We believe he was murdered.

Did you know
that Eddie spoke to us?

And that's why you had
to shut him up?

Speculation.

You, Eddie and
Julie Ann Collins.

I'd say that proves something.

And now they're
both dead.

(whispers indistinctly)

My client would like to discuss

the events that occurred
during his arrest.

What occurred is Mr. O'Duncie
attacked my officer.

My client doesn't
see it like that,

and we will be making
a formal complaint.

Well, it's his word
against ours.

Except, we have a witness.

Miss...?

Flowers.

She only has one name.

We're going to need
your full name.

Miss Flowers,

we are speaking
to Terrence O'Duncie

in connection
with two murders.

You were not there

when Mr. O'Duncie attacked
my officer.

Yes, I was.

And I'll swear to it and all.

I saw Terrence get punched
and head-butted by your mate.

STONE:
Miss Flowers appears to have
seen everything, D.I. Bradfield.

You wanted to see me?

A10 have requested
an interview with you

about the alleged assault

on O'Duncie.

Tomorrow morning.

What should I tell them?

Just tell them what happened.

I heard you were downstairs
when it all kicked off.

Yes, Sarge.

MARTIN: Some bruising
on his ribs and hip.

Old.

Best guess... 14 days.

Uh, lateral fracture on the
left ankle, recently healed.

He's been in the water
at least 24 hours.

Recent injection
site in the groin.

Blood analysis will confirm,

but we can assume
he was under the influence.

What about the head wound?

A blunt force injury.

Impact site is consistent
with a large, blunt object,

and from the wound,

most likely postmortem.

A barge, maybe.

But the barge
didn't kill him?

MARTIN:
We'll know more later.

(office chatter, phones ringing)

BRADFIELD:
So what have we got?

25, in fives,

each matching the serial numbers

from the cash withdrawn
by George Collins.

There's one, two, three fives
that match the list. 15.

Right, and you sent the top
and bottom notes from the stack

for fingerprints.

That's fifty quid.

George Collins
lent Julie Ann 50 quid

to pay back Eddie's debt,

and now those same notes
end up with O'Duncie.

We're closing
in on him.

Eddie's debt was with O'Duncie.

All right, Tennison?

Listen, I'm, I'm sorry about
bringing all this to your door.

Can I buy you a drink?

I need to go home.

A10 should have
better things to do.

Just doing their job.

What are you gonna tell them?

I-I'm not sure. I...

Listen.

If this complaint gets upheld,

I could get suspended.

I-If, if you just tell them

you were downstairs
with the girlfriend...

But I wasn't.

I came back up for her shoes
and I saw the whole thing, I....

I have to go.

("Block Buster!"
by Sweet playing)

(laughter, whooping)

* Ah

* Ah...

Come on, it's a party.

Yeah. I'm all right.

You enjoy yourself.

Oh, okay.

Did Mum and Dad make you
the responsible adult?

* He'll come from behind,
you'll go out of your mind... *

Oh, Jesus, Pam!

Don't make a mess.

I'll clean it up
in a minute.

So are you bringing a man?

Hmm?

Do you need your baby sister
to set you up on a date?

Ugh. No, I'm okay.

* Can't look into his eyes,
you'll be surprised... *

There is someone,

but he won't be coming
to your wedding.

Is he imaginary?

No, he's bloody not.
He's just...

* He'll steal your woman
out from under your nose... *

So you've really met someone?

* Does anyone know the way,
did we hear someone say... *

You looking forward
to getting married?

Don't change the subject.

What's this bloke like, then?

(chuckles)

I... I don't know.

Don't you?

He's tricky.

Jesus Christ, Jane,
they're all tricky.

WOMAN:
Come on, Pam!

Come on.

Let's dance.

(crying)

(knocking)

(knocking continues)

(knocking)

DAVID (over radio):
Eagle's Nest to Eagle One.

Look out, you got a visitor.

(jackhammering in the distance)

When you said there'd be noise
in the evenings,

I didn't expect this.

Sorry, but we'll
be finished soon.

What's the hurry?

Can't you finish earlier
and just take longer?

Not really.

Who are you?

Was it you
who called the police?

I'm sorry about that, Silas.

It's all right.

You got yourself a boyfriend?

I'm not short of offers.

One of them
could put you up

for a couple of days,
until we're finished.

Right.

Oh, I'm sure they would.

Thank you.

(door opens)

You go to bed, love.

No.
I'll do this.

I'm fine, I'm
nearly finished.

You all
drank a lot.

Did you stick your head
in and check on Pam?

She's, uh, passed out,

fully clothed.

So I guess it was a good night.

(doorbell ringing)

(knocking on door)

Did Dad forget
his keys?

Uh, he went straight to bed.

(knocking on door)

Mrs. Tennison?
Yes.

Um, I'm sorry
about the late visit.

I'm, I'm D.I. Bradfield,
I work with Jane.

I wondered if I could
have a word with her.

Nearly midnight.

It's all right, Mum.

Evening, sir. Come in.

He's been drinking,
I can smell it on him.

You go to bed, it's just work.

(sighs)

Sorry, Jane.

Did Gibbs send you over here?

Not as such.

I just popped by his gaff
to check in on him.

And now you're
checking on me.

Jane.

Go on.

Just say what
you came here to say.

It's... been a long day,
and I need to go to bed.

Sir.

(sighs)

O'Duncie's girlfriend is backing
his version of the story,

so, I need you to tell A10
what you saw.

And what you saw was O'Duncie
make a swing at D.S. Gibbs

and D.S. Gibbs defend himself
with a single punch.

O'Duncie fell,

and hit his head
on the radiator.

Saying I was downstairs
was a white lie, but this...

Spencer Gibbs
is a hothead.

All right, but he's also
the best detective

I've got on my team,

and I would prefer to deal
with him in my own way.

By lying.

That lowlife O'Duncie
is in the frame

for Julie Ann's murder.

Maybe Eddie's, too.

It's things like this that
derail an entire investigation.

Terrence O'Duncie will
use this to get off.

Do you want that
on your conscience?

What if they catch me out?

I'll be the one
who's disciplined.

Who'll stand by me?

Don't you get it, Jane?

If you do this, the whole
station will stand by you.

It's the way
the game works.

We all look out
for each other.

We are on the same side.

Please think about it.

I'm really sorry about this.

I wish we were talking under
different circumstances.

Good night.

Night.

What in heaven's name
are you playing at?
(gasps)

ANDREW: I'll see you tonight.
(kissing)
JOYCE: Okay.

Well, your mum's
worried sick again.

I told you, nothing's going on.

Oh, don't lie to me.

I haven't said anything.

JOYCE:
I am concerned

that my daughter is...
having relations

with her senior officer.

(laughing):
"Having relations"?

(exhales)

Chime in any time, Andrew.

Well, this is very much

your area.

It doesn't bother you

that this is going on
under our roof?

(sighs)

This...
this Bradford chap.

(chuckles)
Bradfield.

How... how well
do you know him?

How well did you know Mum?

You got married
a month after you met.

Your father

did not turn up in the dead of
night asking me to lie for him.

You were spying on me?

Oh, Jane, don't be so naive.

JANE:
I'm sick of this.

(sighs)

Once he's got
whatever he needs,

he'll cast you aside.

And for what?

So his friend
can save face?

He's a colleague.

Oh, whatever he is,
it's not your business.

What happens at the station
is my business.

But it's not yours.
(scoffs)

(door opens, closes)

(dialogue low, muffled)

(low, indistinct chatter)

What'd you tell them?

He went for me.

I landed a punch.

He fell against the radiator,
hit his head.

And did they go
for that?

(sighs)
I hope so.

Well, go home.

Try and forget about it.

(Gibbs sighs)

LAWRENCE: Autopsy report
on Eddie Philips.

Cause of death was
internal bleeding.

We found heroin
in his blood,

along with high traces
of strychnine.

Strychnine?

Commonly found
in rat poison.

OFFICER:
Wakey, wakey.

(lock clunks)

She's all yours.

(hinges creaking, lock clicks)

I just need to confirm
your name and age

and then we can
get you some help.

I don't need help.

I need to get out of here.

I've done nothing wrong.

I spoke to our missing persons
index.

The Girls Village Home in Ilford
reported you missing

on August 25, last year, Sarah.

(Flowers sighs)

I just need you to confirm it

and then you can go back
to being Flowers.

I don't need your permission.

I know.

My skin is burning.

(sighs)

Julie Ann Collins
was an associate

of your boyfriend,
Terrence.
Oh...

On May 13,
she was murdered

and dumped in an unused
underground car park.

Did you know her?

I don't feel well.
You said you'd get me help.

We will do everything we can.

He's not my boyfriend.

I let him screw me
when I need to get high.

And I really need
something now.

(exhales sharply)

But you saw him with Julie Ann?

I don't know
what happened to her, but...

What is it?

Eddie... I saw Eddie.

Where?

We have a witness who says

Julie Ann Collins
visited your squat

on the day she died, May 13.

BRADFIELD:
Julie Ann

came to see you to pay off the
50 quid that Eddie Philips owed.

We had the notes
chemically treated for prints.

Both yours and hers
were on them.

ASHTON: What did you do with
the rest of Julie Ann's money?

Three weeks before,
you ordered some thugs

to beat up Eddie Philips
over that debt.

Says who?

BRADFIELD:
We have witnesses.

From the squat?

Reliable witnesses then?

Did Julie Ann ask you
about a drug deal?

Wanted to make
a few quid?

Vulnerable young girl

with a couple of hundred
quid in her pocket.

You, a notorious drug
dealer with a thing

for vulnerable
young girls.

When we tear your place apart,

are we gonna find
the rest of her money?

My client denies
any involvement

in Julie Ann
Collins' death.

(knock on door)

(door opens)

Sir?

Can you tell D.I. Bradfield
what you just told me?

I saw Eddie Philips
at the squat.

I watched him die
in front of me.

Go on.

I walked in on 'em
having an argument.

Terry was pissed off that
Eddie spoke to you lot.

Then, he calmed down

and gave him a hit
on the house.

But that don't
make no sense

'cause Terry never lets
anyone shoot up in his room,

but he let Eddie do it.

And you saw all this?

Eddie just collapsed.

Terry said he'd be fine,

but his whole body
started shaking,

like, really shaking,
and then...

Oh, God!

She needs treatment.
Get her to the hospital.

(cries):
Can you help me?

(crying continues)

It's okay.

Two nights ago,
Eddie Philips,

he came to visit you,
you had an argument.

My officers found drug
paraphernalia in his belongings.

We pulled your prints
from his bag

and also from a box of rat
poison we found in your squat.

You let him inject
this, to kill him,

and then carried him
to the canal and threw him in.

Did Eddie find out
you killed Julie Ann?

Was he blackmailing you?

BRADFIELD: More likely,
Eddie was liability.

He grassed you
up, didn't he?

You couldn't
have that.

I didn't kill Julie Ann Collins
or Eddie Philips!

BRADFIELD:
We're charging you for both.

Get him in a cell.

ASHTON: Come on.
Do something, for fuck sake.

ASHTON:
Come on!

Please state your name
for the record.

Probationary WPC 517G,
Jane Tennison, sir.

And can I confirm
that you were present

during the arrest
of Terrence O'Duncie?

I was. Yes, sir.

WILLIS:
In your own words,

describe what happened
during that arrest.

JANE:
Detective Inspector Bradfield

and Detective
Sergeant Gibbs

broke down the door
to Mr. O'Duncie's dwelling.

At the time,
Mr. O'Duncie was, um...

Why the hesitation?

Sorry, sir.

At the time, Mr. O'Duncie
was in bed with Miss Flowers.

I was tasked with assisting her
out of the room and I...

So, I...

D-Downstairs...

WILLIS: Just tell us
exactly what you saw.

Can I request that we interview
WPC Tennison alone?

WPC Tennison,
would that be okay?

JANE:
Um, I believe

an officer is entitled
to be represented

by a more experienced colleague.

May I continue?

I saw Mr. O'Duncie
lash out at D.S. Gibbs.

D.S. Gibbs defended himself,
landing one punch,

causing Mr. O'Duncie to fall and
hit his head on the radiator.

(paper rustling)
And Miss Flowers?

Where was she during
this altercation?

JANE:
Downstairs,

on the second floor
landing.

Sorry you had
to go through that,

but... you handled yourself
admirably.

Thank you, Sarge.

Tennison?

That's another
obstacle cleared

so we can take
this bastard down.

That's all
this was ever about.

Just told them what I saw.

And I had you down
as a Goody-Two-shoes.

I'll be all right, won't I?

You kidding?

You're one of the team now.

JOYCE: We're not trying
to control your life.

JANE:
Well, that's what it feels like!

But you don't have
to go straightaway.

(sighs) There might not be
another vacancy for months.

Oh, and that would be the
worst thing, to wait?

Jane, you are not
thinking this through.

Oh, for God's sake! Oh...

Don't raise your voice at me.

Then help me pack,
instead of interrogating me!

(softly):
Oh.

(sighs)

(sighs)

TURNER:
How old are you?

Twenty-two.

Any boyfriends?

No.

Let me remind you
of the golden rule:

Men are not allowed
on the women's floor

and vice versa.

Anyone caught breaking that rule
will be barred

immediately.

Of course, Sergeant.

*

*

Jane, you made it.

What do you fancy to drink?

I'm okay, thank you.

No, don't be silly.
Can we get a G and T?

So, we got the
bastard. Cheers.

Cheers.
Cheers.
Cheers.

Yes.
(door opens)

BARTENDER: Sorry, lads,
I'll be with you in a minute.

Bloody hell.

(wolf whistles)
Look at the state of that.

EDWARDS:
You all right, Spence?

Did you get hit by a
Woolworth's truck on the way in?

(laughing)

It's fashion, mate.

Did you hear?

I'm in the clear.

I owe you one, Jane.

Don't mention it.

Lots to celebrate tonight, eh?

Two murders wiped
off the boards.

(excited shouting)

One mystery remains, though.

Why are you dressed
like a pirate? (laughs)

When I'm done
I'll buy you a drink, yeah?

Not you though.

Cow.

(door opens)

EDWARDS:
Whay.

(laughter, shouts,
clapping)

(cover of "You Really Got Me"
by The Kinks playing)

* Girl, you really
got me goin' *

* You got me so I don't know
what I'm doin' now *

* Yeah, you really got me now

* You got me so
I can't sleep at night... *

You took one for the team.

They all bloody love ya.

I love ya.
(chuckles)

You're drunk.

And you're not.

Come on.

Get that down you.

Morgan, Tennison, come on.

Come on.
No, I'm all right.

* You really got me,
you really got me *

* You really got me

* See, don't ever set me free

* I always wanna be
by your side *

* Girl, you really got me now

* You got me so
I can't sleep at night *

* Yeah, you really got me now

* You got me so
I don't know what... *

(knocks)

So, it's true.

You moved in.

I saw the vacancy
on the notice board.

Well, it's great here.

It's very convenient.
(chuckles)

I'm a bit too old to be getting
under my mum's feet, so...

(door opens nearby)

Mm, I've just had the "no boys
on this floor" pep talk

by Sergeant Turner.

I don't want to be getting
into trouble on my first day.

He'll be fine.
(chuckles)

Look, um, I wanted to talk
to you in the pub,

but you disappeared.

I wanted to thank you
for what you did.

I know that can't
have been easy.

It wasn't.

I'm just glad it's
over so now we can...

I mean, so you can
get on with the case.

Right.

If that'll be all...

Good night, then.

Good night.

Jane.

What I said...
the other night...

...that I admire you...

I really meant it.

*

(clicking rapidly)

Morning.

Afternoon.

What time
do you call this?

Here you go,
this'll wake you up.

It's your turn to visit
Ashley Brennan.

Who's he?

One of our most
vigilant citizens. (chuckles)

MORGAN:
He lives on the Pembridge,

place where Julie Ann
was found.

(static crackles,
indistinct radio transmission)

(tape rewinding)

(static crackles)

(knocks)

Oh, we've already had
the landlord round

about the aerials.

A-Ashley's gonna take them down.

I'm not here
about that, madam.

Your son called the station?

Ashley.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Ashley. Ashley.

(knocks on door)

There's a policewoman
here to see you.

About bloody time.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Thank you, Mother.

Shut the door.

Identification, please.

Can't be too careful.

What's this all about?

CLIFFORD:
...Eagle One, come in.

I was intrigued by
their call name.

Eagle's Nest to Eagle One,
come in.

Eagle One.

Not that I thought
for a moment

that the RCA 88 can pick
up NASA transmissions.

CLIFFORD:
Come in, over.

(distorted, indistinct talking)

They've been active
since Monday.

CLIFFORD: Keep going, mate,
we'll get there.

Isn't this snooping?

I record all suspected
criminal activity.

"Eagle's Nest" refers
to a lookout.

And who uses lookouts?

(whispering):
Criminals.

JOHN:
Eagles One to Eagle's Nest.

We're coming out in two.

David, are you awake up there?

Can you play that bit again?

(tape rewinds)

CLIFFORD: You better keep trying
'cause this thing only works

when we're at the top
of the steps.

JANE:
We can check the range

of Mr. Brennan's radio equipment

and see if we can track down the
officer who attended the cafe.

We follow that one, every
tip-off from Ashley Brennan,

we'd get nothing else done.

MORGAN:
You've been Brennan'd.

It's a station joke.

But it was worth
a try, Tennison.

JOHN:
Is David up?

Up and out.

We need to get on.

Yeah, well, I told him
to get himself sorted.

He was shaking
like a bloody leaf,

wandering about the flat,
muttering to himself.

Where is he?

I can't bear to see him
like that anymore.

Ma, where is he?

(sirens wailing)

JANE:
Which room is Sarah in?

RECEPTIONIST:
Let me just check.

Room 12.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Thank you, Sarah.

Have you somewhere to go
when you leave here?

They found me a room
at a home in Richmond.

You won't tell Terrence
where I am, will you?

No.

Thank you.

It's okay.

(low, indistinct conversations)

David.

What the hell are you doing?

(gasps)

Here, give me this.

Oh. We're fine,
thanks, love.

We'll deal
with this at home.

Come on.

Don't need any form filling
and chitchat with doctors.

Did you get it?

Social worker present?

Sarge, I think
I know that man.

The other day on the Pembridge,
he slammed his door on me.

Sarge, do you know them?

SERGEANT:
Clifford Bentley's lads.

Yeah, I know them.

The voice on the recording,
I-I think it was him,

the one driving.

SERGEANT:
John Bentley?

Are you sure?

Yes, Sarge.

Get whatever you need
and let's go.

(engine starts, revs)

(honking)

(horn honks)

(honks)

Oi, stop pissing about

and get in the van.