All language subtitles for The Level S01E02.eng(1)

I've got trouble. It's bad, Nancy.

[ Gunshot ]

NEWMAN: Frank Le Saux's on the
National Crime Division's radar

for cocaine trafficking.

- [ Gunshot ]
- Aah!

NEWMAN: Met his wife, Cherie, while she was still a dancer.

Has one daughter, Hayley.

There's also a son, Tate.

This is D.S. Nancy Devlin, on loan to us from the NCD.

O'DOWD: Don't start things you don't know how to finish.

KEITHLEY: Your father still lives in Brighton, doesn't he?

- Don't you dare!
- Try it.

A fifth bullet has been found.

The blood on it is not Le Saux's.

There was someone with him.

[ Beep ]

PERVAIZ: I found the footage.

But I've already given it to the courier.

NANCY: I think someone on the team is helping the killer.

[ Crash ]

HAYLEY: Theo Kettler, my dad's
money man, froze the accounts.

What would the police say if I told them what you told me?

THEO: The less anyone knows

about your father's business, the better.

HAYLEY: Nance, you're scaring me now.

Look at me.

Nancy! Nancy, talk to me!

Nancy!

Nance?

Nancy!

Okay. Okay, I've got you.

- Come on.
- [ Gasping ]

I've got you. I've got you.

[ Coughing ]

[ Spits ]

- You okay?
- I'm okay.

There... There was this thing in London.

I messed up.

If anyone finds out, I'll lose my job.

What thing?

An incident. I should have been wearing a stab vest.

I can't go to hospital, Hayley.

Knife wounds are notifiable. They get reported.

You can't go back to work in this state.

No, I have to go.

I don't trust them, Hayley.

Please help me.

NASH: I'm not a user anymore.

But I am still an addict.

So I'm careful.

I don't gamble.

I don't drink.

I don't work out.

MAN: What about wanking, then?

[ Laughter ]

No, I'm fine with sex.

Just the fag after I can't risk.

The thing about recovery...

...it's not about strength.

It's about acknowledging weakness.

I'm weak.

But know what?

Here I am.

Right, let me see.

[ Groans ] I got some stuff online.

But I think it's made things worse.

No wonder you've been throwing up.

My friend in Spain bought some Prozac online.

She ended up on a respirator in A&E.

Yeah, but these are antibiotics.

I thought I'd got the right o...

- Aah!
- All right, all right.

- It's just the peroxide.
- Aah!

All right.

- Just breathe, breathe.
- Ah!

- Ah!
- There we go.

Emil grew up playing football on asphalt.

He swears by this stuff.

It hurts, though.

Nance?

Is there something you're not telling me?

I told you. I did a stupid thing.

That's all.

Whatever.

Seriously, these? Bad idea.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Knock on door ]

Who is it?

GUNNER: Gunner.

Ohh.

- Oh.
- [ Knock on door ]

Yeah, I'm coming!

You weren't answering your phone.

Oh, yeah, sorry. Bad night.

Um, I think I ate something.

Boss is pulling forward the media appeal,

see if we can jog someone's memory.

Wants to flush out this missing witness.

Yeah.

Hope you're not camera-shy.

What? Why?

She's putting Cherie in the hot seat

to see what comes out under pressure.

She wants you on the platform, too.

Why me?

Reckons your history with the family

will play well with the widow...

and the cameras.

Look, if you're feeling ill, we can stop at a chemist.

She's not asking for volunteers.

[ Door closes ]

NANCY: Ma'am?

Ma'am, ma'am.

I know you've got me pegged for this,

but I'm not sure I'm the best choice.

Cherie was never that keen on me
when I was friendly with Hayley.

Good. I don't want her feeling at home.

Mrs. Le Saux, I think you know D.S. Devlin.

Nancy.

It's been a while.

I'm really sorry about Frank.

[ Click ]

I think they're ready for us.

MAN: Going live in 3, 2...

So appealing to anyone who has any information

about the murder of Frank Le Saux

to contact us in confidence.

If you're worried about coming forward,

we can discuss your fears before you tell us what you know.

Mrs. Le Saux?

I am here with the police today...

I'm here with...

[ Clears throat ]

"I am here with the police today

to add my voice to theirs in asking for your help.

Frank was a loving husband, a proud father,

and a Very, Very proud grandfather.

He was our rock and our shelter from the storm.

I wish we could bring him back, even for a second,

so that he could see how much he is missed.

But then again, it would break
his heart to know he had left us

and that we are alone. "

You look good, Devlin. Approachable, trustworthy.

So, media appeal.

What have we flushed out?

The initial report from the psychologist's on your desk.

Reckon the widow's under emotional strain.

Grief, guilt, maybe both.

NEWMAN: So let's keep the pressure up,

see what happens next.

Watch where she goes, who she sees.

If we're lucky, she might show out.

What about callers, our missing witness?

Come on, Julie! Buck up!

Appraisal season, personal-development targets.

There's been a significant increase in calls to the hotline

but no one yet that sounds like

they could be our missing witness.

So, we're still looking at Cherie Le Saux.

And we're still looking for the
truck that hit Delia Bradley.

She's still in a coma.

We need to talk to her as soon as she wakes up.

NANCY: I think Theo Kettler might be worth a look.

The business manager? Why?

He still hasn't got back to us about the trucks.

I think he's stalling. I'd like to know why.

Good call. Dig. See what you can find.

Oh, Nancy, this arrived for you in the internal mail.

[ Sighs ]

[ Keys clacking ]

Strawberries and cream.

Thought I'd kill two birds with one stone.

- [ Chuckles ]
- You after me?

Now you've got my attention.

Oh, it's probably nothing, boss.

It's just, um, yesterday I went to collect something

from one of the pharmacies we checked.

They said it already had been picked up,

but I've just been through everything,

and it still hasn't turned up.

I wanted permission to check the duty log, see...

Have you asked your colleagues about it?

I was worried that might be misinterpreted.

You know as a lack of trust or...

Whereas going through the log
to find out where they all were?

Maybe the National Crime Division

has a different way of doing things.

Here, we like to be open, talk to each other.

Trust your colleagues. Ask them.

GUNNER: Ma'am?

NEWMAN: You could start with D.S. Martin.

O'DOWD: Theo Kettler.

D.S. Devlin's hunch about him paid off.

We checked the phone records.

13 calls between him and Cherie Le Saux over two days,

yesterday and the day before, usually her calling him.

But get this.

Yesterday she rang at midnight and again at 2:00 a.m.

NAYAR: Lovers!

Even if it was an affair,

they'd be more likely to play it cool right now.

NEWMAN: I'm with Nancy.

Calls like this, those hours... I don't see passion.

I see anxiety.

What if Cherie wanted to take out her husband and his lover

and Kettler acted as go-between,

brokered the hit, found the money?

The calls suggest she's panicking.

Should we talk to her?

No.

Let's see what Kettler has to say.

[ Gearshift clicks ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

HAYLEY: Mum, was Dad involved in anything else

apart from the haulage?

I don't know what you mean, love.

Like any other kind of business.

I never really asked.

HAYLEY: Why not?

Why didn't you ask, Mum?

Because in a marriage, you have choices,

what you ask and what you don't.

If you'd chosen differently,

those kids would be in their own home now.

I know you don't want to hear that.

Don't say it, then.

Emil was a good father, a good provider.

Anything else, all the other stuff, it's not important.

"Faithful," that's just about your pride.

It wasn't him, Mum.

What?

The one playing around.

It wasn't Emil.

It was me.

Maybe sometimes you should ask.

NANCY: No sign of Theo Kettler. He's not in his office.

Work say Kettler's gone home,

but we've already talked to the neighbors.

They say he left earlier.

Okay, we'll put out a trace, get his car flagged.

When you get back, you can start on friends and family.

[ Beep ]

Did the boss say anything had
come in on the missing witness?

- No.
- [ Cellphone ringing ]

Hello?

NASH: Nancy.

Shay Nash here.

I, um, saw you on TV.

You haven't changed a bit.

Now, I thought we could meet.

I'm busy.

NASH: I could come and meet you at work.

I'd love to see where you work.

Where are you?

JB's.

All right.

Do you mind dropping me off in town?

I won't be far behind.

Where to?

Hotel or house?

What? I thought your dad lived down here.

How do you know that?

Gil Devlin?

He was still around when I joined CID.

I mean, I didn't really know him, but you heard the name.

Right.

[ Engine starts ]

NASH: So, cop, huh?

Bet the job suits you, don't it?

Nailing the bad guys.

Yeah.

[ Chuckles ]

You really haven't changed, have you?

How's Hayley?

I don't know. We're not close anymore.

But you're working on her father's case,

so you must at least have seen her.

She's lost her dad.

She's in the middle of a divorce.

So I imagine things have been better.

Now she's at home. Is she planning to stay?

I don't know her plans.

Like I said, we're not close anymore.

What happened?

She get sick of you, did she?

Traipsing round after her,

counting her drinks and vetting her boyfriends?

If you want to know about Hayley, ask her yourself.

Or are you scared?

You only had a chance when she was 17 and off her face.

Are you this pissy on the job?

I bet you are.

I bet you make enemies.

I bet there is a whole world of people out there

just dying to take you down.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Monitor beeping ]

Delia.

How are you?

Did you see who hit you?

Delia, were you working for Frank?

Is that what you were coming to tell me?

No.

I was coming to ask you if you were.

You got here quick.

NANCY: I started because I didn't know

how much time we'd have.

She's really weak.

Not all there.

She didn't see who attacked her.

Okay.

Delia?

I'm D.C. I. Newman. Michelle.

Last time I saw you, you had a tube down your throat.

I bet it hurts to talk now.

D.S. Devlin said you didn't see
who shunted you off the cliff.

Do you know of anyone who might want to hurt you?

Was Cherie Le Saux aware

that you had a-a child with her husband?

I don't know.

Your son's 11.

Were you and Frank involved all that time?

[ Breathes deeply ]

NEWMAN: So love, then?

We've got officers outside your room 24/7.

You're safe.

But you might be safer if we knew who'd killed Frank.

Mightn't you?

So is there anything you can tell us?

There was something.

A deal.

Frank called it his gold mine.

NEWMAN: What sort of deal?

I don't know.

There was a-a meeting.

Three... Three or four weeks ago.

Frank.

Theo Kettler.

Do you know who they were seeing?

Do you know where?

The doctor tells me you're going in for surgery.

I want to be able to leave you in peace while you recover.

Where was this meeting?

Eagle.

On the docks.

We're going to have to talk again.

You know that, don't you, love?

When you're better.

[ Cup clatters ]

I'll get it.

It's a different world now that he's gone.

There's no protection.

Do not let your boss come after me.

NEWMAN: Eagle Repairs.

Dockside HGV garage

with a service contract for Le Saux Haulage.

It's run by Duncan Elliot, and
we know him from the funeral.

I want eyes on Eagle, surveillance in shifts.

Bloody organized crime. We're
going to be at this for months!

Baby's due in three weeks.

- What are we looking for?
- NEWMAN: I don't know yet.

If I was going to start running cocaine on HGVs,

Eagle's would be the setup I'd ask for.

So you think this is a falling
out between coke traffickers?

I think we need to know more about what goes on at Eagle.

Gunner, Nancy, you're on surveillance together at Eagle.

[ Siren wails in distance ]

- O'DOWD: How you doing?
- NANCY: All right.

O'DOWD: Really?

'Cause ever since I got here,

you've looked like something is seriously wrong.

Which is fine with me, obviously,

because something wrong is the only time

you want to sleep with me,

but it's not fine, because, well, you know,

I want you to be okay, and you're not.

Are you?

I think there's a leak in the team.

More than a leak.

There was potential evidence, CCTV.

It's disappeared.

[ Sighs ]

Who?

I've got nothing solid.

O'DOWD: But you think someone smells wrong?

Okay. There's something I need to tell you.

When Delia Bradley's statement came in,

I ran the name Eagle Repairs through the NCD system.

Nothing.

One incident of attempted arson 10 years ago.

It was the name of the junior officer on the case

that caught my eye.

D.C. Sean Martin... Gunner.

Why do they call him that, anyway?

I don't know.

I thought you might have a thing going on.

With Gunner?

No! He doesn't even like me.

Well, he watches you.

Want to swap surveillance partners

so I can get a look at him?

You get six hours in a car with Sharad.

I promise you, the world will never look the same again.

Newman won't buy it.

Well, I'll talk to her. She likes me.

You could learn a lot from her.

You have to stop doing that.

Yeah. Soon.

Nancy, look, um, there's something else.

The arson case.

The supervising officer.

It was your dad.

Mum!

You've already given them ice creams today.

Oh, just this once.

QUINN: Mrs. Le Saux.

Ryedean called.

They've been trying to reach you.

They've got a bit of a situation with Tate.

I can't. Not without your dad.

It's okay.

Um, you stay with them, and I'll go, yeah?

He, uh, seemed to be managing your father's death so well.

[ Tate grunting, banging, crashing ]

[ Sighs ]

Tate?

Tate, open up. It's me.

- Hayley's here.
- Tate, I'm here!

TATE: Just leave me alone!

Is he even safe in there?

When do you break the door down?

That... That's a big step.

We favor engaging, talking first.

Well, it's not bloody working, is it?

Have you got a ladder?

- Um...
- Oh, for fuck's sake.

Tate!

- [ Knock on door ]
- Tate, it's me!

[ Click, door opens ]

Oh, God. Tate?

It's all right. Look at me.

It's all right. I've stopped now.

It's over.

He heard a rumor that he's getting chucked out

for not paying the fees.

[ Engine shuts off ]

Uh, how do you know Tate?

I used to visit with your dad.

And go myself sometimes, you
know, when he couldn't make it.

I didn't want to stop just because...

What did you do for my dad?

Too many points on his license.

He used to get me to drive him.

So, yeah, driver?

My dad must have really trusted you,

letting you be with Tate.

I like to think so.

Darryl, was there anyone that he didn't trust?

Someone close, I mean.

They wouldn't have lasted long.

I mean, your dad didn't suffer fools.

Mrs. Svrcek?

Will you come for a drink sometime?

Yeah.

Sometime.

O'DOWD: Audi A3 Cabriolet, starting at £39,495.

Someone's doing well for themselves.

So, why do they call you "Gunner"?

What is it, a football thing?

Don't tell me you got the names of The Invincibles

tattooed on your ass.

Gunner's my middle name.

My grandad was Swedish.

What's it mean?

It's just a name.

O'DOWD: Here we go.

Gunner... "bold warrior."

[ Chuckles ]

I'll have to tell Nancy. She'll be well-impressed.

[ Footsteps approach ]

NEWMAN: Any joy with that stuff from the pharmacy?

Oh, yeah, sorry.

It just got snarled in the system.

NEWMAN: And?

Nothing. Tampax and Calpol. [ Chuckles ]

O'DOWD: Anyone you recognize?

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

No.

[ Engine starts ]

You?

Not my manor, mate.

QUINN: Why did you change your mind about coming out?

I mean, when I asked, you said,
"Sometime," but you meant no.

I don't know.

We could have another drink.

Or...

...we could go to mine.

[ Chuckles ]

I'm not sure that's a very good idea.

How do you know till you try?

I bought new sheets.

[ Snickers ]

I mean, in case.

I mean, I could have just washed
them, but I looked at them,

and I thought, "Well, they're not very nice."

[ Laughs ]

QUINN: Not as nice as you.

What's the thread count?

Uh, I-I don't know what that means.

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

Can't light a fag.

Can't wipe my own ass.

There's a car coming in half an hour

to take me to temporary residential care.

I reckon I can finish the pack before then.

How's my daughter doing?

She's doing all right.

She's smart.

Yeah, well... [ Sniffs ]

Smart isn't always enough.

Is it?

What?

Nice sheets.

[ Chuckles ]

Maybe next time we should try
and make it as far as the bed.

Does that mean there's going to be a next time?

Hmm, I'll think about it.

[ Door opens ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

GAYLE: Ma'am?

So, some dickhead from the hospital

has just given information about Delia Bradley

to a caller who claimed they were a family member.

- What kind of information?
- No bullet wound.

If the caller was our killer,

they now know they've got the wrong person.

[ Door slams ]

[ Cellphone beeping ]

[ Beeping continues ]

[ Footsteps approach ]

GAYLE: Kevin O'Dowd's been asking

for financial checks on Kettler.

They've just come through.

He's got accounts hidden inside
each other like Russian dolls.

But last week, one of them received a transfer of £50,000.

From where?

Cherie Le Saux's credit card.

More than enough for a hit man.

Are we going for the widow?

But I want her off-balance first.

There's been a development we think you should be aware of.

A fifth bullet was retrieved from the crime scene.

There was someone with your husband when he was shot.

Now, we know that they were injured,

but so far, we've been unable to trace them.

We wondered if you might be able to help.

Will you excuse me?

Mrs. Svrcek?

It's a shock, I know.

Would you like me to get you anything?

No, thank you.

I just...

I just need some air.

She'll be all right.

Mrs. Le Saux, have you ever met
a woman called Delia Bradley?

She was at my husband's funeral.

And were you aware that she had a son by your husband?

If I wasn't, that would have been a brutal way to find out.

She had neurosurgery yesterday.

And she hasn't responded as well as they'd hoped.

Even if she survives,

things are never going to be the same for her or her kids.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Can you explain why £50,000 went from your credit card

into one of Theo Kettler's personal accounts last week?

You see, what I'm wondering is how it must feel

for you to have a son who needs
so much in the way of support,

so little life opportunity, while Frank's son by Delia...

Get out.

Get her out of my house!

Mrs. Le Saux, if you'd rather do this down at the station?

Do you want to know what that money was for?

It was to show that sad, silly bitch

that whatever arrangements Frank made about the boy,

they would still be honored.

Because that's Frank's son.

And Frank would never, ever...

You ask Theo Kettler what that money was for.

You ask my solicitor

what I'd instructed her to do about child support.

Don't ever, ever speak about my son in those terms again.

[ Knocking on door ]

HAYLEY: Nancy, I know you're there!

- Hayley!
- HAYLEY: I went to your hotel,

and they said you'd checked out.

Nancy!

Hays, what's wrong?

You were there, weren't you? You were there.

The night he was shot, you were there.

Yes.

HAYLEY: Why?

I swear to God, if you don't tell me now,

I'm going straight to your boss.

I was there because he called me, okay?

Why would he...

I don't understand.

Your house, when we were kids,

that's where I learned what fathers are supposed to be.

Y-Your dad used to drop me back here.

And sometimes, there'd be shouting inside.

And he'd drive me 'round and 'round

so I didn't have to go back in.

So I'd be safe.

And what I wanted, what I really wanted,

was never, ever to have to get out of that car.

'Cause when I was with him, I knew nothing could hurt me,

not my dad, not my mum being ill.

Nothing.

And I did not forget that, what it was like to feel safe.

So when his name came up in an investigation,

I made sure it went away.

And that's how it was from then on.

What did he do?

Drugs.

Trafficking.

Did he pay you?

No, he didn't fucking pay me.

I didn't care who he was. I didn't care what he did.

I just wanted him to be safe. And he's not!

[ Moans, sighs ]

A bit of blow and some pills,

and I get packed off to boot camp.

You've got to admit there's
a funny side somewhere in there.

Life wasn't always this tough, was it?

Hmm?

Not a single nice thing has happened since I've been back.

Except for one, and I'm not sure he's a very good idea.

Sorry about your marriage.

Emil caught me cheating.

Bloody app-tracked the location of my phone.

[ Sighs ]

Did you want to get caught?

No.

Nance, the man that shot Dad...

Hmm?

He wants to kill you, too, doesn't he?

What are you gonna do?

Find him before he finds me.

GUNNER: It's Kettler.

O'DOWD: How long's he been in there?

Boss, we found Kettler. He's just left Eagle in a taxi.

Do you want us to pull him over?

No. Just keep eyes on him.

I want to know where he's going.

[ Gearshift clicks ]

O'DOWD: Boss, uh, it looks like

he's going into the haulage yard.

Want us to pick him up?

Let's see what he comes out with.

O'DOWD: Hungry?

FEMALE VOICE: Locating phone.

Device is moving and at 400 meters.

Locating phone.

Proceed straight ahead for 100 meters.

Device is moving.

Locating phone.

Device has stopped.

Cannot locate at this time.

Please check the coordinates.

Okay, they didn't have the chili burger, so I got you...

Locating phone.

Device has stopped.

Cannot locate at this time.

Please check the coordinates.

[ Grunts ]

[ Gurgling ]

Okay, all right, all right.

Okay, it's all right. It's all right. Look at me.

- It's Kettler.
- I've got him, I've got him.

Call an ambulance.

Listen to me, Theo, okay? I'm D.S. O'Dowd, okay?

Listen to me, listen.

We've got an ambulance coming as soon as we can, all right?

MAN: Emergency. Which service do you require?

- O'DOWD: Okay, mate.
- Ambulance and backup.

We got one male casualty, gunshot wound to the throat.

Arterial bleeding.

O'DOWD: Stay with us, Theo. Stay with us, mate.

That's it. You're doing really well.

[ Theo gagging ]

Theo, look at me. Look at me.

That's it, buddy. Stay with me.

Stay with me. The ambulance is on its way, all right?

MAN: I need to know which service you require.