Whitechapel (2009–2013): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript

We can't go home,
they're going to be waiting for us.

We need to go to ground.
Anonymous, untraceable.

That's not fighting, that's hiding.
That's common sense.

The Kray boys want us dead,
they made that clear.

But they failed, didn't they?
We're still alive.

It's our move, our advantage.

Where are we going next?

I'm not telling you.

What kind of answer is that?

(DOOR BEEPER)

(DOOR BEEPER)



I'm not telling you
because I don't want you

telling me what a stupid idea it is.

Fine, don't tell me!
But it is a stupid idea, I know that

because you come up with it after
drinking half a bottle of scotch.

(STARTS CAR)
And it's blended.

Who lives here?
A family friend.

Look, we have been shot at,
betrayed,

and you have definitely had
one too many at the bar.

You're in shock and you're pissed.

This is not the time
to be making big decisions.

Miles, just check on the others.
I know what I'm doing.

(CROWS CAWING)

(DOG BARKING)

(BUZZING)



You're drunk.

I was supposed to die tonight.

Are you OK? Wish I hadn't
been wearing my favourite suit.

(CHUCKLES)

Do you remember when this was taken?

It was the summer before
my father died.

Your part of my family, you know
I wouldn't see harm done to you.

Is that your way of saying you didn't
know the Krays would try to kill me?

When I asked you to investigate
the death of Lennie Cobb,

I had no idea it would go this far,
no.

(POURING)

How much did you know?
I knew about Jimmy and Johnny.

I knew that they'd corrupted
their way to power

and created the federation of crime.

I couldn't attack them openly
and I knew

there was only one detective
I could trust.

(POURING)
What do you gain from this?

Destroy the Krays,

expose the corruption
at the heart of Parliament,

the police and the press
and you create a vacuum.

A space for someone to step in
and lead.

You?
Then I could help you.

Restore your reputation and see
your ambitions realised.

Give you the world,
if that's what you want.

You're a kingmaker.

Well, I've always been
the power behind the throne.

Come on, girls!

Breakfast! You'll be late.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Yes, what is it?
'We need you to tell us

when Chandler's coming back
to London.'

Nah, I won't do that.

'Still having a problem? Remember,
we know where the girls...'

Bye, girls! Bye, John, make sure
they have their breakfast.

'If you don't...' Yeah, yeah,
I know what you said, I remember!

But I'm telling you now,
I don't want to do this any more.

'You'd better think carefully.'

Mansell's alright, but I can't get
in touch with McCormack. Try again.

Ed, it's Joe. Listen, I want
to tell you about what's going on.

Jeanie, it's Ray. I'm sorry
to call you at work, love,

but John's not answering his mobile.

Do you know where he is?
It's important. Yeah, thank, love.

John, come out of there!

Ray wants you.

(SOBBING GASP)

He's in the shed, Ray!

(SOBBING) He's in the shed!

(SOBS)

Oh, John!

He's gone.
No, you can't give up on him!

I'm going to call Doctor Llewellyn.
Not yet!

(CONTINUES CPR)

Yes, just get here
as quick as you can.

John!
No, no, stop, stop, stop!

I can help!
Too late.

We all were.

He was always so loyal
and the Krays destroyed that.

He told them about the meeting
with the CPS.

So they were able
to send an impostor.

John said the Krays threatened me
and the girls,

so he hadn't the choice.

Livy and Scarlet
mean everything to him.

Then Emerson Kent got the blame.

And that really broke John.

He was so ashamed.

All done.
OK, thank you.

Ligature marks, slopes upward.

Tissue damage from compression
of the neck.

There's no signs of cyanosis,

and the compression site suggests
that death occurred

following stimulation of the vagus
nerve and subsequent cardiac arrest,

rather than asphyxia.

This is Freddie Mills. He was a boxer
who owned a night club

and in 1965 he was found dead in his
car behind the club. He'd been shot.

At the inquest the coroner ruled
that it was suicide,

but Ronnie Kray had threatened
Mills's life

and he'd shot himself in the eye,
which is unusual.

So what was it, murder or a suicide?

No-one knows.
You think McCormack was murdered.

And they made it look like suicide.

Just like Freddie Mills.

So they did kill him.

Ohhh...
I'm so sorry.

I'll erm...
I'll spare you the details.

My preliminary findings,
everything I've looked at so far,

are consistent with suicide.

No. It was murder.

The knot, he only knew one.

He used the same one on everything.

He tied it.
They made him tie it!

It isn't difficult
to detect asphyxiation.

There's always bruising,
petechiae, cyanosis.

But he died because
when he hung himself,

he compressed his vagus nerve
and it stopped his heart.

It was quick,
and it was self-inflicted.

I don't believe you.
What?

Why? You're telling us
what the Krays told you to tell us.

They want it to be a suicide,
so you find suicide.

I don't know what to say,
that's so extraordinary.

No, you're wrong!
They can get to anyone.

Not her!

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I don't pick sides. I just let
the facts speak for themselves.

(DOOR OPENS)

Please knock before you come in.

With respect, sir...

..you can't lead this inquiry
if you're drunk.

I'm not drinking to get drunk.

So what is it?

I'm self-medicating.

If I drink I stay in control.

If I don't drink, then...

You've seen my demons.

It's either this...

Or standing in a room turning
the lights on and off 150 times.

I'll close the door behind me.

Your attention, please.

I'm shutting this inquiry down with
immediate effect. Why, why do that?

Because the Krays are no longer
an operational priority.

Excuse me!
When did the priorities change?

I'm responding to the political
climate. It is more expedient

to consider the Krays allies
rather than targets.

What have they got on you?
Money? Sex? What is it?

You've been drinking.
You're not fit to lead any inquiry.

Leave it.

What?

Ah, welcome.

From now on,
it's three knocks like this.

Where's the boss?

Follow me.

That's it, here we go.
We've been waiting for you.

Thank you all for coming.

First of all, for the record,
I'd like to say that the Krays

do not have any evidence
to use against me.

That was a fabrication.
A subterfuge.

Designed to convince everyone we are
no longer investigating the Krays.

In fact, as of now,
you are officially seconded

to Arts and Antiques.

At this very moment
you're down in the West Country,

hunting down flagons, I believe.

(CHUCKLES)

(DOORBELL)
That'll be Jack.

Hello, darlin'.
Alright, Jack? Come in.

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Alright, boys?

(SUITCASE UNZIPPING)

See anything there you like?

We've tried guns.
Give me something new.

Something exciting.

What about a car bomb?
I know an ex-army bomb disposal guy.

He can make you the most
beautiful devices you ever saw.

A car bomb's what did it
for our dad.

Well, times have changed, you know.
Car bombs now, they're magnetic.

You just roll them under the car.
Still, bombs...feel...

Unlucky.

In 1967, the detective
hunting the Krays, Nipper Read,

found his inquiry
to be full of spies.

He needed secrecy, so he announced
that the investigation was over

and relocated a secret team
to Tintagel House.

As far as Scotland Yard were
concerned, they didn't exist.

This is our Tintagel House

and we are being led
by our very own Nipper Read.

Jimmy and Johnny Kray
will have copied their father

and set up a Fort Vallance
at their mum's.

She'll play the part of Violet,
the adoring mother,

seeing no wrong
in her darling twins -

Oi!

The head of the Murder Squad,
John Du Rose,

gave Nipper Read three months to
catch the Krays. We have three days.

Only three days? I cannot guarantee
anonymity for longer.

You're surrounded by dark forces,
gentlemen.

You must work fast and be invisible.

For a while there I didn't trust
anyone. I didn't trust...Miles,

I didn't trust the Commander...

..and I didn't trust you.

I was wrong.

I'm sorry.

I was there the night
the incident room was burgled.

Well, why didn't you say anything?
I couldn't do anything to stop them.

I didn't want you to know.

Well, from now on
leave your ego out of it.

All that matters to me is the truth.

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

I'd like to introduce the armourer
for the world's biggest triad.

The Red Pole Enforcer of the 14K.

What's in the case?

The assassin's briefcase.

Yeah.
Is it loaded?

Succinylcholine chloride.

Causes paralysis and death
within seconds.

Then it breaks down
and is almost impossible to detect.

That'll do for DI Chandler.
You need to be close to use that.

You need to be close to see the fear
in his eyes when he dies.

Ah, you see what you did there?

Beggar. It's A-R, not E-R.

What difference does it make?
Everyone knows what it is.

It is a mistake.
A small one, I grant you,

but one mistake begets another
until you are mired

in confusion and misapprehension.

Bugger off! E-R.

Example, a mistake
was not making your inquiry

secret from the beginning.
I think that has made a difference.

You are a man down.
Look!

I know this is your house,
your teabags, your doilies.

But that does not give you the right

to tell me how to do my job.

We are detectives,
you are the bloody tea lady.

I am more than that!
Know your place!

You, sir, force me to show my hand.

I'll see you on the patio.

As you know, I've been conducting
my own inquiries recently.

You didn't know
my investigation has been into

the murder of your father
Freddie The Dip.

You have no business
looking into my family!

Do you want to know what happened
or not?

What's to know? He was a clown.
No.

You should hear the truth.

Your father invited Ronnie Kray to
tea. Yeah, I remember, I was there.

Yes, well, it appears that Ronnie
took a bit of a shine to you.

Oh, really?

Well, that's funny,
cos he scared the life out of me.

No, I mean he REALLY
liked the look of you.

And your father didn't like that.
Not one bit.

So he told Ronnie in no uncertain
terms to stay away from you.

But Ronnie was very angry
at being told

what he could and couldn't have.

He was used to getting his own way.

So he asked Freddie to go fishing.

And, I'm sorry to say...

..he had Freddie shot in the head.

Your father was protecting you.

He stood up to Ronnie Kray
because he loved you.

You don't need to be so angry
with everybody all the time.

You're going through life
on the defensive,

keeping everyone back but...

we're all on your side.

Just like your father.

Do you know what happened
to the body?

Not yet.

If they liked the look of you,
you were chosen.

You had to do what you were told.

Like a slave.

You'd never have been anyone's slave.
Not everyone's so lucky.

You're right.

There'll be someone like that
in Jimmy's world.

A whistleblower.
No, no, no, no, more than that.

Someone who's scared, who has found
themselves trapped in a nightmare

and may be looking for a way out.

I know who you mean.
Let's throw him a lifeline.

You can't box and smoke,
you'll have no stamina.

You'll be wheezing on your knees
at the first round bell.

Maybe he knocks out his opponents
before he gets out of breath.

There he goes.

Get away from me.
We just want to have a chat.

I can't talk to you.
You don't really have a choice.

If I'm seen, I'm good as dead.
Don't worry,

I know a place where you never see
villains or policemen.

How old are you, 16, 17?

It's OK to want out. It's not
betrayal, it's self-preservation.

You must see it's all going wrong
for Jimmy now. His days are numbered.

Don't go back. If you come with us
then as of now, you're free.

You get your life back.
A real life.

Anywhere you want.

A flat, a job.

A future.

I don't know much. I was picked
for my entertainment skills,

I don't get invited to the war
councils. What do you know?

I know Jimmy's big secret.

Jimmy thinks that being gay
like his dad

is a really important part
of the legend.

But he's not gay.
He's pretty good at faking it.

He ain't faking it, I am.

I'm a girl.

So, Jimmy's only pretending
to be gay.

But how far does the pretence go?

We thought the killer was a copycat.
We meet Jimmy and Johnny Kray

and we believe in the legend.

The legend says the Krays
will return.

That their sperm's been frozen
and kept

until the day
when they shall be resurrected.

But was Angie really chosen
to be the surrogate?

Are they real Krays? Or is it all
fantasy, are they just fakes?

If we can prove they're not real
Krays, the legend will collapse.

They won't have the power of the
name any more. Imagine the fury.

No-one likes to be conned.
Especially a villain.

But how can we prove that they're
not Ronnie's sons? We need DNA.

How are we going to get DNA
from Ronnie?

Eureka!

AUDIO GUIDE: Vi and Charlie Kray,
brought up four children...

..As youngsters they were interested
in boxing,

papering their bedroom walls

with picture of the champions...

..Reputations already
as tough young tearaways...

They joined the famous Repton Club,
the so-called nursery of champions.

Yeah, sure, OK.

Please don't ask me
how I obtained this

unless you can offer me immunity
from the law. I shan't ask then.

Will do. Thank you.

Ronnie's DNA,
captured as if in amber.

Here we go!
All we need now is Jimmy's DNA.

Jimmy and Johnny, mercenaries
in the Congo ten years ago.

With Steven Dukes.

I've told you before,
don't listen to Buchan.

Everyone will know we're not
arse-deep in Toby jugs in Somerset.

We will lost that protection.
You don't have to be here.

You don't need a sergeant,
you need a nanny.

Someone who won't get bored of
telling you you'll get killed.

Clock off, Miles, seriously.

Oi! What you done with my boy?
I haven't done anything with anyone.

My inquiry's been shut down. If
you've touched an 'air on his head,

I'll punch your face so hard
you'll shit eyeballs.

Go on, I want to see you try!
Oh, I get it.

You want Jimmy Kray
to lose his cool.

I ain't falling for that. No.

If you want to fight me,
we'll do it properly.

Sportsmanlike, in the ring.
No!

Best of three.
Sir, don't!

You hear that, boys?
Miles, I need you to tape me up.

Ronnie Kray was a vicious fighter.
If Jimmy really is his son,

you could be in for a world of pain.
Stop worrying.

I was junior boxing champion
in prep school.

You know he wants to kill you.

Stepping in there is giving him
a golden opportunity.

Let's see if he can hit me first.
I'll look for a towel to throw in.

Come on, Jimmy!
Come on, Jimmy!

(SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT)

Hit him!

Don't let him back you up!

Oi, below the belt!

(SHOUTING)

Get out of there!
I'm trying!

(BELL RINGS)

Too easy!

Come on, Jimmy!

What's with all the defence?

You're soaking up his punches like a
sponge. That's the game plan.

It's not, it's a death wish.

Whatever you're going to do, don't
leave it too late.
(BELL RINGS)

Come on.
Come on, Jimmy!

(SHOUTING)

You're going to fight back now,
are you?

Fight back!

Hit him, hit him!

(SHOUTING)

(BELL RINGS)

Get out of here now!

DNA.
Celebrate later. Move!

We found the kingmaker!

Steven Dukes. We know.

How do you know?

What happened?
Has someone hit you, sir?

(DOOR CRASHES OPEN)

There's the DNA. Let's find out
if Jimmy really is a Kray.

Thank you for coming, gentlemen.
I'd heard a rumour

you'd been harassing Jimmy Kray
but I didn't quite believe it.

Wasn't harassment, it was boxing.
What are you doing?

Your inquiry is over. If he makes
a complaint, you're finished.

He won't complain. The fight was
stopped before I did any real damage

and do you know who stopped it?
The ref?

Steven Dukes.
Oh, really?

Is that why you're here, to launch
into another conspiracy theory?

You said there was no Kray copycat,
then you told us

that Jimmy and Johnny Kray were
nobodies. Yeah, they were nobodies!

Dukes is the kingmaker!
No, you are!

It's always been you,
you and your...theory.

You brought the Krays back to power.
Congratulations.

Well done, congratulations!

That's not true!

You know, it's an open secret that
you suffer from certain problems,

mental issues, so it's no wonder
your judgement was impaired.

Oi, don't cross the line!
The Ripper was a failure,

very public, and you needed
a comeback, a big case,

and in many ways you have succeeded,

because this is going to be
a big case,

just not in the way
that you wanted.

You don't know what you're talking
about! All you care about is stats
and awards!

He's got a good point.

Let's go.

You're lucky, mate,
cos I'm just warming up.

Nice shoes.

Where are you going?
The Grave Maurice.

So they can get a clear shot at you?

It's the last place they'd expect me.
Kent, come with me.

We're um... We're really
not welcome here, sir.

I know.

No, I mean it. It feels like
we might die in the next 30 minutes.

What I have to do should take
less than 30 minutes.

Attention to detail
was Nipper Read's key

to catching Ronnie and Reggie Kray.

The answer's been here all along.
We just weren't paying attention.

S Dukes.
J Kray.

There's only one pair of those.
Identical feet.

Cazenove. Jesus,
the bastard went native on us!

It's all been there,
ever since the beginning.

(DOOR CREAKS)

Hello, Joe.

I was wondering when I'd see you,
ever since you mentioned my shoes.

(TAP RUNNING)

Why have you been protecting
the Krays?

Do they have something on you?
No.

They don't have anything on me.

The Krays created
the federation of crime

so they controlled all the gangs.

It suited everyone. Zero crime.

They were murdering people, shooting
at police! Wounding, blackmailing.

Isn't it better
to know who the criminals are?

Isn't it better to know that
there will be a handful of deaths,

rather than random acts of violence
by unknown criminals,

creating a climate of fear
for everyone? Hm?

There's something wrong with the way
you make decisions. (CLICK)

Come on, this time...

..think about it.

Think about the ramifications.

You had the Ripper in your hands
and you let him go,

and now you want to destroy me,
my office,

and everything we have built up with
the Krays to protect the public!

There'll be gang warfare,
there'll be no control,

and the streets will run with blood!

Think it through.

I have...

and it comes down to this.

Right and wrong.

Where do you come from, 1960?

You're an anachronism, Chandler.

You don't belong in this world.

I'm willing to bet there's quite
a few policeman who share my beliefs.

Are you going to kill us all?

(GUNSHOT)

(THUDDING)

We got the DNA results back.

Ronnie's not the dad.

You think you're in control.

But you're not.

No-one is.

It's nothing but chaos and lies.

I told you this investigation
would take you to some dark places.

But you don't have to stay there.

When Cazenove shot himself
he was standing so close to me...

..I got his brains on my face.

(SIGHS)

I'm not strong enough
to bring this case in.

I'm not Nipper Read.
No, you're bloody not.

And you weren't Abberline, either.

You are Joseph Chandler
and you'd better get used to it.

Nobody said you had to be the
greatest detective that ever lived,

only the best detective
that you can be.

And so sometimes, you'll fail.
That's OK, we all fail sometimes.

But it's not OK to give up.

Get up, sir.

Go away, Miles.

(SNOOKER BALLS COLLIDING)

Steven Dukes.

Either arrest me
or get off my premises.

Easy. We're here because
you've been the victim of a crime.

What crime?
Deception.

You and the twins
obviously go back a long way.

They must have been, what, 18 then?

And they were good soldiers
from what we hear.

You don't find boys like that often,
with that sort of commitment.

They weren't there for the money.

They were real fighters.

You fought side by side
and that builds up trust,

loyalty, and when you came back
you repaid that loyalty

by introducing them to your family,
your friends.

You vouched for them.
You made them.

As far as I was concerned,
they'd proved themselves.

Their dad would have been proud.
Their birthright.

Yeah.
Except for one thing.

They're not Krays.

Bollocks!
Look...

The top line is Ronnie Kray's DNA.

The bottom line is DNA
taken from the twins.

Ronnie is not their father.

They lied to you.
They conned you.

Couple of wannabe gangsters
in love with the legend.

You've been had.

Well, who are they, then?
They're the sons of Angie Brooks.

That's all we know for sure.

Jimmy and Johnny Brooks.
And when everybody finds out

and they will find out soon,
the whole legend will collapse.

And all the people who were
blackmailed and extorted

and wounded and robbed in the Kray
name will no longer be afraid.

And they'll want someone to blame.
I know what you're after.

I'm not a grass.
It ain't grassing.

It's taking revenge.
It's time to give them up, Steven.

You do the honours.
Why?

You've been through more
than all of us.

You're all under arrest for
perverting the course of justice.

This way, son, this way.

Yeah, it's number nine.
Stay on the ground floor,

the armed response unit
will go upstairs.

Didn't expect to see you.

I may stumble but I don't give up.

(GUN BEING COCKED)

Armed police! Armed police,
stay where you are!

Get down on the floor now! Now!

Get down on the floor.

Get down on the floor!
Do it now! Do it now!

Don't touch me!

(POLICE SHOUTING)

Don't you know who I am?
I know who you're not.

What are you talking about,
policeman? You're not a Kray.

You never were and you never will be.

Shut up! Get down there!

Mum!

Mum!

They don't know. They really think
they're Ronnie's sons.

Why did you make them believe
they're something they're not?

Isn't it better to be a somebody
than a nobody?

Because of your lies,

your sons will spend the rest of
their lives in prison.

I did what any mum would do.

I wanted my boys to have the world,

and they had it for a while,
didn't they?

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Joe, how are you?

It's over. We've got them.

Jimmy and Johnny are in the cells
at Whitechapel Police Station.

Well done.

You still want me to play
guardian angel for your boy?

No, not any more. It's time
to play to your other strengths.

I want it done quickly.

Then you need to disappear.
Are you sure you want to do that?

Once you cross that line,
there's no going back.

But we've come this far together.

Why stop
when there's only one job left?

(SHUTTER CLANGS)

What have you done with my brother?

Where's my brother? Johnny's here.
He's in the next cell.

What have you done with Johnny Kray?

Johnny Kray!

Welcome back, gentlemen.

(CROWS CAWING)

Who's she?

Ronnie Kray used to pay
a friendly undertaker

to hide extra bodies in the coffins.

My research suggests that Freddie
The Dip has been sharing eternity

with Miss Queenie Flowers.

I always thought he'd be in
the foundations of the Bow flyover.

So this is quite nice really.

A drink to your father?
It's a single malt.

Yeah. He hated that blended shit.

To Freddie.
To Dad.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
Oop!

I've got to go.

Jimmy may not be Ronnie's son but
he's more like him than we thought.

Paranoid schizophrenic.
He's a danger to himself.

A secure unit's the best place
for him. This could be a scam.

An excuse to get him on the road
so he can escape.

I'm not letting him out of my sight
till he's locked up again.

I couldn't agree more.
He's been sedated,

he won't be any trouble.

You keep looking over your shoulder.

I ain't done with you yet,
policeman.

Jack?

Argh!

Ring a doctor!

Stop that man, stop that man!
He killed our prisoner!

Somebody get an ambulance.

Miles, what about Johnny?
We can't let him get to Johnny.

No!

No!

Jimmy and Johnny
made too many enemies.

It was impossible
for you to save them.

(POURING)
A toast.

I don't drink when I'm on duty.

You've created the vacuum
you wanted.

What will you do with all the power?

Well, it's a fresh start
for everyone.

Including you, if you want.

No, thank you.
I'm happy where I am.

Power in itself is not a bad thing,
Joe,

it's how you choose to use it.

Come on, Joe, what do you want?

I'm offering you the world.
I don't want it.

Then how about
all the interesting cases?

Wherever they may be.

Come on, Joe.

Done!