Can you read?
Was that a rhetorical question?
So, what happens if the cab catches fire and I can't get out, cos the doors are locked?
You burn to death.
Oh.
How long will you be?
Depends on whether they let me out or not.
It's a mental hospital.
(Women laughing)
- Hello. - Shirley Temple without a condom?
- Shirley Temple wlth a condom. - Without.
- With. - There's a girl round the corner who'll do it.
Then she's an idiot.
Hello, Jimmy.
Irish.
Rather thoughtful of me. Don't you think?
Scunthorpe.
- How are you? - There's nothing wrong with me.
You've been away from your work for four months, Jlmmy.
There's nothing wrong with me. Now, what do you want?
- I just thought you might like a visit. - You've left it a bit late.
Why did you rape her?
- Who? - Jane Penaligon.
I didn't.
(Toots horn)
Where are you going?
Hey, Jean, come on.
Do you know what you're doing?
Come on, Jean.
Shirley Temple without a condom - 50 quid.
40.
- You've never raped anyone? - No.
- You're a liar. - I'm not.
- How old are you? - 46.
You got your end away for the first time, say, 30 years ago?
Thelma.
Thelma. And the ones after Thelma?
The dark alley. Back seat of a car.
They struggle a blt, but you're full of beer.
- Your left hand holds her wrist... - This is about the rape of Jane Penaligon.
...while your right hand roams free... - The man wore a mask.
And you keep on doing it, until you're absolutely sure,
- you're positive you're gonna get in... - There is no bloody comparison!
And only then do you stop.
We've all done it.
Everyone my age and over - we could all be had up for rape. Right?
Wrong. So...?
So, don't look at me like I'm a piece of muck.
We're not talking about date-rape here, Jimmy. You wore a mask. You carried a knife.
- It wasrt me. - Knocked her about a bit.
- She thought you were gonna bloody klll her. - It wasrt me.
¶ How much is that doggie in the window?
¶ The one with the waggety tail
¶ How much is that doggie in the window?
¶ I do hope that doggie's for sale
¶ I don't want a bunny or a kitten
¶ I don't want a parrot that talks
¶ I don't want a bowl o' little fishes
¶ You cart take a flsh for a walk
¶ How much is that doggie in the window?
¶ The one with the...
(Continues humming)
¶... doggie in the window? I do hope...
- Slut. ¶... that doggie's for sale
- Filthy little slut. ¶ How much is that doggie in...
Tart. (Growls)
You've always wondered what it was like.
You filthy little slut.
Well, now you're gonna find out.
You little tart.
You little slut.
You're dying for it, aren't you?
12 years old, and you're dying for it.
You filthy little bitch.
I've seen your case notes. Nervous breakdown 16 weeks ago.
- I'm over it. - Stressed. Depressed.
Prone to anxiety attacks. Guilt does that to a man.
Guilt over Bilborough's death.
Guilt over the rape of Jane Penaligon.
Guilt over the death of a much-loved colleague.
Is that what you've been telling them for 16 weeks?
Why should I rape her? I've screwed her.
I got slck of screwlng her, so why should I rape her?
Convince me.
A little tattoo on the inside of her thigh.
Now I know you raped her.
A raplst Is gonna see that, Is he?
Rip 'em off, stick it in, dark corner, and a rapist is gonna see a little thing like that?
You've kissed that little tattoo, haven't you, Fitz?
You've felt the halr tlckle your cheek as you klssed lt.
(Chuckles) For God's sake,
you've been there.
If a fat piss-artist like you could screw her, anybody can.
I believe she said something similar.
Well, there you go, then.
You've been dipping into your Guardian again, haven't you?
Bilborough screwed her. Well, he's dead.
Do you think I'd lie about something like that? You think I'd lie about that?
I think you're capable of anything.
I've got no money.
I had a 50 slotted down the side. My wife must have taken it.
- I've got to have it. - Well, I'll give you it next time.
I need it tonight. The kids need their school dinner money.
There's a man coming for the rent.
- Well, I'll pass it in in the morning. - I'm sure you will! Have you got a cash card?
- Yeah. - Well, there's banks up the road.
- All right. I'll be five minutes. - I'm coming with you.
I'll be about five minutes, love. OK?
VAGRANT: ¶ O clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot...
It hasn't cleared.
- What? - My wages are in, but the cheque's not cleared.
- What are you gonna do? VAGRANT: Never put your falth In technology.
Oh, thanks.
- It'll clear by Tuesday. - I need it tonight. You'll have to borrow it.
Technology's got no heart, no soul.
Do you mind?
Who can I borrow it off?
- A friend. - No.
- A nelghbour. - No.
- Your wife. - Are you serious?
She won't have spent the whole 50. She'll have something left.
I'll wait nearby. I won't embarrass you, but I need that money.
(Vagrant jabbers)
I want it, Dave, or I shall start screaming "rape", right now. Cos that's exactly what it is. It's rape.
- Keep your voice down. - We are redundant.
I did my bit - you won't do yours. It's bloody rape!
- Yeah, yeah. - I want that money, Dave.
VAGRANT: Nobody's making money.
They're buying the machines that the machines are making! A solution is needed.
- What do you want from me? - I want you to tell me that you raped her.
- Did she send you? - Hardly spoken to her for four months.
I didn't rape her.
She needs you to acknowledge your guilt.
(Laughs)
I've been listening to that language for months.
I've had psychologists and psychiatrists,
and therapists and counsellors coming out with that bullshit.
I've got an A-level in it.
I'll tell you what you want.
- I know what I want. - I'll tell you what you really want.
You want to go back to her, the all-conquering bloody hero, and get your leg over.
That's what you really want.
(Sighs) You find sex a fascinating subject, don't you, Jimmy?
Right. I'll be five minutes.
(Siren blaring on TV)
All right, Dad?
- Where's your mum? - Kitchen.
The kids are still up.
They're going now. Joan, Theresa, bed.
Oh, but Mum, it's in the best part of the programme.
Did you... (Clears throat) Did you take money from my wallet?
The mllkman.
- You could have missed him. - I missed him last week.
- How much is there? - £28.
The kids need their dinner money in the morning.
Are you OK?
Well, er... give her my love.
And a big kiss?
If you want to smoke, you smoke.
- Mum, can we keep the light on? - Not if you're gonna mess about.
- Just to read? - Nlght, Mum.
Ten minutes, then it's off. Night, lads.
- Night. - Kiss your dad good night.
- Night, Dad. - Night, sweetheart.
- Night, Dad. - Oh, sleep tight, darling.
You too.
(Children shouting and laughing)
- Did you get it? - I'll get it.
Where?
- Where are we going? - You bitch! You bloody hard-faced bitch.
- Thlnklng you could walk Into my house... - Stop the car!
Upset my wife, my kids, my whole bloody family. Who the hell do you think you are?
You're nothing. Compared to them, you're scum.
I've got a weapon.
If you don't get paid, you don't get paid. You've got no rights.
I'll wait till Tuesday.
- How dare you come into my house? - Tuesday!
You filthy piece of scum!
You keep away from me!
- Get out of the car. - Don't you touch me. Leave me alone!
(Screaming)
(Click)
(Laughs)
Are you all right, James?
Hello, Dave.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
What's the matter?
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Come on, come on. Let's go inside.
(Knocking)
(Knocking continues)
I've been to see Jlmmy Beck.
You werert around when I needed you, Fitz.
I've had to cope on my own.
And I have, thank you very much.
- I've told you: Keep your nose out. - Well, I can't.
I have to ask you this.
Yes?
Er...
Did you and Jimmy Beck ever... you know?
For God's sake!
You're my brother, for God's sake. Help me!
If you want absolution, you're gonna have to earn it.
Two conditions.
One...
You have an obligation to that womars children for the rest of your life.
You look after them. That's time, money, effort. Can you promise me that?
Look at me! Can you promise me that?
Yes.
Two...
You tell your wife everything.
- She was a prostitute. I can't tell Maggie... - You're capable of killing another human being,
but you can't tell your wife you've been with a prostitute?
You tell her everything!
I am so sick... of sharing your...
dirty little secrets.
You tell her everything.
Right.
If you renege on that promise, David, I'm going straight to the police.
What are you doing here?
What's up?
Hello, Eddie.
Is it Ma?
(Uncorks bottle)
Don't say anything.
It's bad news - I know that. I just don't know how bad news.
I'm clutching at straws here. A serious illness?
Operation required?
She's dead.
I'm so sorry, Fitz.
How?
Stroke. Half-eight tonight.
I got her to the hospital.
She died at 20 past ten.
Nearly two hours in hospital.
I said, that's nearly two hours in the hospital.
- I heard. - How dld you not phone me?
Don't stand there like you're all-knowing. How did you not phone me?
- You don't want to hear this. - How did you not phone me?
I didn't want to leave her side, and you've seen her once in the last three months...
- Oh. ...so I thought you must be busy.
You always were a sanctimonious wee shite!
(Scrubbing)
Rub my back.
(Sobbing)
Fitz...
Grief's delicious, isn't it?
I'm not with you.
Oh...
Life's boring, banal.
And then a parent dies.
And at last...
there's a genuine emotion.
A profound emotion.
And you savour it.
It's delicious.
You're being a bit hard on yourself.
How long's it been going on?
Tonight was the first time ever.
The third time.
With the same prostitute?
What did you do with them?
What did you do with them that you couldn't do with me?
(Screams)
Are you all right, sir?
- Nobby Stiles, love. - Sorry?
Piles.
Bruce Charnock. He found her.
- Have you touched her, Mr Charnock? - No.
(Train thunders past)
(Bird flutters away)
The Glasgow man. Hard-drinking, hard-living!
The graveyards are full of them.
University-educated, late 20s.
Still a DC in a job where anyone with half a brain gets to be Chief Constable.
I can understand your bitterness, son.
WISE: I've seen some terrlble thlngs In thlsjob...
But she's not a pretty sight?
I'm talking about you, lad.
My Mum died last night.
Oh, I'm sorry, Fitz.
(Chatter on radio)
Sir.
It's a classic disorganised murder.
He's used a weapon, instead of his bare hands. Probably that chisel.
It was probably lying about.
No, no. There's... there's no rust on it.
He might have brought it in his car. There's tyre marks down there.
But why a chisel? A jack, a torch, maybe, but a chisel?
Is he a builder, maybe? A joiner?
Oh, no, he would keep his tools out of sight.
In the boot, not conveniently to hand.
Maybe the chisel was hers.
In which case, she's somebody who's learnt to look after herself.
Had to learn to look after herself.
And the way she's dressed and...
what he's done to her...
She's a prostitute.
(Rings bell)
- Oh, hello, Danny. - Michael, this is Eddie, my brother.
I'm pleased to meet you. Come in.
I'm sorry about your mother, Eddie. She was a great woman.
- Fitz. - Sorry?
- Call me Fitz. - Fitz. Come in.
Now, this is my brother, David.
I'll er... Excuse me.
Right.
I'll be in touch.
Right. What'll it be?
Scotch.
(Laughs) I meant tea or coffee!
Do we have a name yet?
WISE: No.
Early 30s, smoker, given birth at least once.
Five or six blows to the skull.
Brain haemorrhage - that's what killed her.
Traces of semen. She had unprotected intercourse just before death.
Tearlng to the vaglna, but no brulslng,
so the chlsel was Inserted after death.
- Would you like to read something? - The Sermon On The Mount.
- Fitz? - I'd like to talk about her.
Plain English. No platitudes.
- Yeah. Flne. Communlon? - Yeah.
No. I'm not going to take Communion.
- Ma would want you to. - Yeah, well, it means nothing to me.
Don't look at me.
Dort look at me llke that.
Anything else?
A game of bingo, halfway through the service.
(Chuckles)
We've got a name. Jean Mcllvanney.
Right.
Oh, by the way, Jimmy Beck's coming back in the morning.
(Vomiting)
- Hi, Jimmy. - Jimmy.
- Hey, Jim. How are you doing? - Yeah, fine.
WISE: Well known In the area. Llves local.
- Ah, It's Jlmmy Beck! - (Cheering)
It's... It's good to be home.
Listen, lads. I've got to say this.
As you know, Jimmy's had a bad time with his nerves and that.
So, I want you to take It easy on hlm.
No sudden shocks or anything, like er...
like Jane here getting a round in!
(Laughter)
(Bag pops)
(Laughter)
WISE: OK, let's get back to lt. Let's get serlous.
- No-one'll play cricket. - That's cos you're crap.
No, it's not. How many in the football team do you see playing cricket in summer?
- What's that got to do with it? - It's got a lot to do with it.
The football team, they're all-rounders, good at everything.
They don't play cricket. You know why that is? Cos they're snobs.
WISE ON TV: She was an occaslonal prostltute, and we belleve
she was out on the street sometlme before her death.
We'd llke to speak to anybody who saw Jean Mcllvanney on Sunday nlght.
We can assure anyone who comes forward, anyone who phones us,
that thelr Informatlon wlll be treated as strlctly confldentlal.
Thls was a frenzled attack by a brutal klller,
and we're appeallng to the publlc to help us solve thls case.
I was with Jean Mcllvanney on Sunday night.
I don't know his name. We call him Shirley Temple.
Drives a gold Renault.
Why Shirley Temple?
He likes you to sing some little girlie song, suck your thumb a bit.
Turns hlm on.
- Is it always money upfront, Denise? - Unless he's a regular.
What if I couldn't pay? You'd come across, and I couldn't pay?
You wouldn't get through the door.
You wouldn't take a cheque?
No way. I'd go with you to the cash machine.
¶ How much is that doggie in the window?
¶ The one with the waggly tail
¶ How much is that doggie in the window?
¶ I do hope that doggie's for sale
- Was that the song you heard? - Yes.
Three cash machines in the area, sir. This is everyone who used them Sunday night.
How many is there?
- 83. - Are you OK?
- Can I make a suggestion, sir? - No. You can tell me what's wrong.
- Can I make a suggestion, sir? - (Knocking)
She sang How Much Is That Doggie?
OK, fine.
OK, off you pop.
OK, let's hear it.
The argument was over money.
If he'd got money out of the machine, he'd have paid her, not killed her.
Nine names put their cards in, but got no money out.
We should talk to them first.
Yeah, OK. It makes sense.
Sir...
Can I take Beck with me?
You had a gun in your mouth and you pulled the trigger.
You stuck a gun in my mouth. Slight difference.
You pulled the trigger.
Yeah.
Why?
Why not?
You felt guilty.
Yeah...
About raping me.
About Bilborough's death.
You're lying, Jimmy.
Tell me you raped me, Jimmy.
- Where is it? - Where's what?
Are you wearing it?
Get your filthy hands off me!
- You're miked up. - Do not touch me! Don't touch me!
- You're taping me! - I don't know what you're talking about.
(Panting)
You're pathetic, love.
(Revs engine)
(Revving intensifies)
(Revving fades)
(Operatically) ¶ The nations not so blest as thee
¶ Must in their turn to tyrants fall
¶ Must in, must in, must in their turn...
- Is your name Barney? ¶... to tyrants...
Yeah.
Sunday night. You were standing by a cash machine in Bournemouth Street. Is that right?
Do you want me like that?
Were you in Bournemouth Street on Sunday night?
My father used to work here.
- Him and thousands of others. - Were you in Bournemouth Street on Sunday?
You don't care, do you?
Look, I'm a bit pushed for time.
Falklands War. Then I came back home to this.
Well, I'm interested in events closer to home.
Jesus!
- Look, I'm a policeman. - Aye. Well, I'm a war hero.
(Screams) I'm a bleedir war hero!
DS Beck to Control. Assistance urgently required.
Asslstance urgently requlred.
The Old Statlon, Blackwell Street. Asslstance urgently requlred.
Urgently requlred. Old Statlon, Blackwell Street.
I'm a pollce offlcer. Thls Is gonna get you In serlous trouble.
There's a pollce car on lts way.
Asslstance urgently requlred. Urgently.
I'm a police officer!
BARNEY: They took our plcture. Me and the lads. Every slngle one of us.
(Siren)
(Beck and Barney shouting over radio)
FITZ: Why didn't you come and knock on the door?
Because I can't face your wife.
Beck's in hospital. Suspected broken arm.
Did you do it?
We're going to see a David Harvey.
He used the cash machine, and his car's been conveniently stolen.
- Hey, Dad, there's your girlfriend, Mavis! - (Laughter)
I hate that Mavis. She's a right moaner, irt she?
Yeah!
(Coronation Street on TV)
MAVIS: Rlta, the llbrary's full of books on garden themes.
RITA: Your llttle patch Isrt blg enough...
(Doorbell) - That'll be the door.
- Upstairs, everyone. - What?
- Upstairs. Now. - But, Mum...!
MAVIS: It could be orlental. It could be Itallan formal, or an ordered wllderness.
- Night. - Night.
RITA: You could put In a dog rose, a blackberry bush, and call It The Outback.
MAVIS: Do you know, some people even have gnomes, and It's stlll...
So, they've got these chemlcals about to explode,
and they evacuate the factory and all the houses, and that was the end of part two.
Let it burn, I say.
- Sorry? - London.
Part three: The chemicals explode...
- Have we met? - I don't think so. Do you want me to go on?
I'm confused. Now, don't get me wrong. I know you're utterly innocent, but...
you're descrlblng a programme you saw between nlne and ten.
Yeah.
And it's almost as if you know she was murdered between nine and ten.
Which is strange, because the police never released that information.
It's just that we didn't watch anything before nine.
Rlght.
And could you explain how your cash card got used while you were sitting watching telly?
Er...you could have glven It to the boy, to go out and get you a few bob or...
Yeah.
But the trouble is, it wasrt used locally.
It was used at the bank half a mile away from the victim's flat.
You've reported your car stolen. A Renault?
Yes.
- Gold? - Yes.
A gold Renault was seen in the area.
FITZ: Look, I know you dldrt do thls.
You have a wife. You have children.
You wouldn't have unprotected sex with a prostitute.
- Unprotected? - Yeah.
- Are you Catholic? - Yeah.
Me too. (Sighs)
Now I'm totally convlnced that you're Innocent.
We're not the most adventurous of people, sexually. Are we? Huh?
Personally, I've done it twice with the lights on, but that's just me being risqué.
But this man we're looking for, he's erm...
He's into Shirley Temple.
(Shouting)
I'll be down at the station first thing tomorrow morning!
David!
(Siren)
(Dog barking)
You bastard!
You lousy, stinking bastard!
I hope you rot in hell, you stinking, murdering bastard!
Get your hands off me! Let me get to hlm. I'll cut hls balls off! You lousy...
RECORD-PLAYER: ¶ How much Is that doggle In the wlndow?
(Singing along) ¶ The one with the waggly tail
¶ How much is that doggie in the window?
¶ I do hope that doggie's for sale
¶ I don't want a kitten or a bunny
¶ I don't want a parrot that talks...
(Screams)
FITZ: Davld was at your place when we called round.
FATHER MICHAEL: He's my brother.
He seemed nervous.
He always is.
- Your husband vlslts prostltutes. - He doesn't.
He was picked out in an ID parade by one.
- A prostitute? - Yeah.
With a string of convictions?
She's gonna make a wonderful wltness!
You've had time to think, haven't you?
A lot longer than the, what, flve or slx hours slnce we arrested hlm.
- So, he went with a prostitute, then came home. - So they say.
Did you have sex?
He just murdered somebody. That can be a bit of a turn-on. Did you have sex?
It had happened before, hadrt it? He'd come home, made love to you...
eyes tlghtly shut, pretendlng he was stlll wlth the prostltute he'd just left.
(Metallic clattering)
(Panting)
- Four klds? - Yes.
- On the pill? - No.
No form of blrth control at all?
I had a patient once, young Catholic girl.
I advised her to go on the pill.
She said it was useless - every time she stood up, it fell out.
MAGGIE: I'm not sexually nalve.
Oh? Then why does your husband visit prostitutes?
He doesn't.
We have a good sex life, a good, healthy sex life.
He doesn't need to visit prostitutes.
- Healthy? - Yes.
Healthy, healthy, healthy. What would be unhealthy, I wonder?
(Panting)
Told the kids yet?
Yes.
Cathollc school?
Yeah, lt'll be rlght round that school soon.
Not that their dad's killed somebody. I know Catholic morality.
No, that Dad vlslts prostltutes.
(Crying)
They'll have to change school, of course.
Why doesn't he go the whole hog?
Why doesn't he just rape her physically?
I want this pervert to cough.
What, this one in here?
- Hello. - Hello.
You said we hadrt met before. We have.
- Have we? - Yes. Round at your brother's place.
He's doing my mother's funeral.
- I don't remember. - Ah...
- We've just been talking to your wife. - Oh, how is she?
Ecstatic.
She's golng to take the blame for all thls, of course. You know that?
If you'd got it at home, you wouldn't have seen a prostitute. She'd still be alive. So people say.
Well, they'd be wrong.
I knew you'd be Catholic.
Dresslng up llke Shlrley Temple.
Innocence, virginity... Catholicism.
I don't know what you're on about.
Oh, yes, you do. We understand each other perfectly.
Marrled sex - shall I tell you about marrled sex?
The kids come along.
You do it quietly so you don't wake 'em up.
They grow up. You do it quietly so they don't hear you.
You learn to do it quietly.
No big deal. No big fuss.
Then you go to the movies, turn on the telly - apocalyptic sex.
It starts on the balcony, goes on all the way through the bedroom,
and they end up on the kitchen floor, screaming, moaning.
And there's you and the missus watching, with fixed grins,
churning inside, cos it reminds you of your own pathetic, silent clinches. Am I right?
Actually, my wife and I...
Have a very healthy sex life? That's exactly what she said.
- It's the truth. - Mm-hm?
(Siren)
(Groans) No...
Sir.
(Record-player crackling repetitively)
(Baby crying)
(Baby screams)
Alex...
What did you do? Put your wife on a pedestal - that's all.
I've seen the photo on the wall - Madonna and child.
But you're a man. You have to find somewhere to dump all that lust, all that filth.
And you can't dump it on the woman you worship...
...so you dump it on a slut. Right?
I understand that. Everybody understands that.
I mean, let's get this thing into perspective. We're talking about a prostitute...
a woman who sells it, who...
Who does it for money.
Yeah. What is a woman like that? A slag?
- Yeah. - Slut? Bitch?
Yes.
- Scheming, grasping, filthy whore? - Yes.
- Is that why you did it? - She was coming into my house.
- To your wife? - Yes.
She was going to stand there in front of your wife and kids. Is that why you killed her?
It's the chisel I don't understand.
I mean, hitting her with it, yeah, yeah, I can understand that.
But sticking it in her?
Stlcklng It up her.
Why dld you do that?
I don't know.
I thlnk I do. And It helps, doesrt lt, havlng somebody else that understands?
Hmm? You've killed her. She's lying there. Her legs are open.
You see It there between her legs. It's not really her.
It's not part of her. It's nothing to do with her. It's just that thing between her legs,
that thing that's brought you there, that's made you into a murderer.
That thing. So you have to destroy it, don't you? Destroy it.
Say you did it.
You kllled Jean Mcllvanney, dldrt you, Davld?
No.
(Rapid bleeping)
Nurse!
Joyce Watkins, prostitute. Early 20s.
Fractures to the skull.
Traces of semen, so she had unprotected intercourse recently.
The difference here is the chisel.
It was inserted prior to death, hence vaginal bruising.
It's not for me to guess, but I'd say she'd been killed by the man who killed Jean Mcllvanney.
That's impossible.
(Engaged tone)
Well, they're talking about inducing it, unless it happens pretty soon.
And there's no sign of that.
(Doorbell)
There's someone at the door. I'll call you back.
- Hello. - Hello.
Fitz?
- Hello? - You're wanted.
He's on the lavatory, picking out horses.
You cart help but plcture the scene, can you?
No.
Can we talk sometime?
- Fitz has got my number. - Face to face.
I'm not ready for that just yet.
Yeah?
Beam me up, Scotty.
It's a DNA report.
On the top, samples from semen found in the first victim.
On the bottom, the second. They match.
The same man killed both women.
WISE: How do you murder a woman from behlnd bars?
Voodoo?
She dragged herself to the stalrs, fell down the bloody lot.
The chisel?
Found it on the stairs.
Two cups. Any prints?
Just one set. The victim's.
What do you want from me?
Can I have what's left of my husband, now that you've finished with him?
Yes.
Have you finished with him? It's over?
- Why don't you ask Fitz? - I'm asking you.
You think you hold all the cards, don't you?
You're the loyal, pregnant wife. I'm the marriage wrecker.
Well, that's bullshit, Judith.
You werert around. You'd gone.
We didn't know you were pregnant.
We did absolutely nothing wrong.
Is it over?
Yes.
I was only ever interested in his body.
You know, I never thought I'd hear myself saying this.
But there's a certain poetic justice to it.
To your rape, I mean.
David Harvey killed the first woman - of that there can be no doubt.
The man who killed the second has to be someone that David Harvey confided in.
Bye, Fitz.
- Women used to fight over me once, you know. - Really?
Send the Head in and everything.
The loser got me.
Who would you confide in?
Your priest, your brother.
What are the odds against two men having comparable DNA?
Pretty long, right?
Unless the two men happen to be brothers. A lot shorter.
His brother's a Catholic priest.
WISE: Do you get on well wlth Father Mlchael? - Yes.
- Do you mind? - Yes, I do, actually.
WISE: What about your husband?
Does he get on OK with him?
- They're brothers. - I know, love, yeah. So were Cain and Abel.
Trust each other?
Yes.
- Wouldrt hlde anythlng from each other? - No.
You must resent that.
Sometimes.
Does he visit prostitutes?
- He's a priest. - He's human.
I know you, and people like you.
A few priests make a mistake, and you seize on it.
"They're all llke that." Well, they're not.
A mistake? You call murder a mistake?
- Murder? - Yes.
- You think Michael could kill someone? - Yes.
- Does he visit prostitutes? - No.
Do you thlnk you owe Mlchael somethlng? Cos I dort.
- Your husband went to prostitutes for years. - He didn't.
He had unprotected sex with them. Spent money on them.
You dort thlnk he'd tell hls prlest?
You sald It yourself.' they trust each other. They wouldrt hlde anythlng from each other.
Father Michael has known for years. He's just not told you.
Excuse me.
Does he vlslt prostltutes?
Yes.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to church.
Me too. Even money, the roof falls in.
Llght a candle for Peter.
Do it.
Sorry.
I've known her husband for 20 years. Wouldrt harm a fly.
And his brother?
Father Michael?
(Door opens)
Do you start with the big sins and move down, or the little ones and move up?
It's very common, Jimmy, for the rapist to blame the victim.
I'm going to get promotion, Jimmy.
DI.
And when I do...
...l'm going to have you running round like a blue-arsed fly.
I'm going to make your life...
...a misery.
Do you know what day it is?
- Wednesday. - It's Bilborough's birthday.
Now, if you sign that, I'll pretend you remembered.
And it might cheer Catriona up a bit.
It always used to be in the dark. Just the grille.
And the priest running his fingers through his hair.
Dandruff spiralling in a shaft of light.
Well, things have changed. Vatican II.
- Ah. - Head And Shoulders.
Oh, yes.
- What can I do for you? - I want to take Communion at Mum's funeral.
Your mother would have liked that.
A few grubby stains to get off my soul.
And it won't be a two-minute job with a damp sponge.
More two weeks' sandblasting.
- I thought Communion didn't matter to you. - It doesn't.
Well, then, why bother with all this? Why not just take it?
You did too good a job on me when I was a kid.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It is... 30-odd years since my last confession.
May God help you confess your sins with true sorrow.
- Sorrow? - Yes.
Ah. That's a problem, cos the first one's adultery, and I'm not at all sorry.
What do you get for that these days? A novena?
It was well won'th lt.
Does your wife know?
Yes. I am sorry about that. I'm sorry I hurt my wife.
- Anything else? - Er... I drink too much.
I smoke too much.
I gamble too much.
I am too much.
I know. Your mother was worrled about you.
Yeah... What if a priest isn't won'thy of being a priest? Am I still absolved?
Yes.
And tomorrow, that lump of bread wlll stlll turn Into the body of Chrlst? Yes?
- Yes. - Even if... what?
The priest's involved in murder?
Yes.
God won't punish you for the sins of your priest.
You don't like prostitutes, do you?
- Prostitution. - You despise them?
- They sell sex. They sell something sacred. - You've got a lot in common, then.
Only, prostitutes sell it quite cheap - £20, £30 a time.
Whereas you've traded a car,
a job for llfe, a roof over your head, clothes on your back, food In your belly.
You've got a romantic notion of prostitutes, Eddie.
- Fitz. - They're just out there,
putting shoes on their kid's feet and food in their kid's belly.
- Yes. - And how do thelr punters get the money?
By seeing their own wives go short and their own kids go hungry.
Prostitutes take money from other women, not men.
Is that what you told David?
Dld It make hlm feel better about kllllng Jean Mcllvanney?
Why do you drink?
I'm easily bored.
Bullshit!
So many drunks tell me that.
You drink because you despise yourself, or you despise others around you.
Or you've got a sexual problem or a psychological problem.
I think you're a murderer.
I see. You're trying to convince me it's psychological.
I'm serious.
I couldn't murder a plnt. I certainly couldn't do what that man did.
And what did he do?
He murdered someone.
You implied something else.
- I didn't. - You did.
"I couldrt do what that man dld."
It implies... he defiled the body in some way.
- Did he? - Yes. How did you know?
I didn't. The police said it was a brutal murder. That implies things.
All murder's brutal.
Do you think you were a good son?
Hm...
He did this.
And thls.
And this.
- You think I'm capable of doing that? - Yes.
- And yet you'd let me bury your mother? - She's dead.
You're gonna put her in a hole in the ground tomorrow. That's all.
Do you want to know how I know It was you? Shall I tell you what your flrst blg mlstake was?
You despise the Church.
You had a cup of tea. Milk and two sugars. I know you take two sugars. I've seen you do it.
Joyce wouldrt let a punter stay for a cup of tea. She gets them out as soon as posslble.
You went for a chat.
She knew you'd gone for a chat. How did she know that?
Because you were wearing a dog collar. Big mistake.
You know what your second mistake was?
People who despise the Church - they don't worry me.
People who are bored with it, well...
But people who despise it - well, it must really matter to them.
There werert any fingerprints.
You didn't leave any prints on the cup, or the saucer, or the spoon. You wore gloves.
You'll come back to us.
When your body can't take the booze any more, or there's a cough you can't get rid of,
or a lump that won't go away.
There was a prostitute murdered just down the road.
She's slttlng there, wlth a man wearlng gloves.
Joyce must have felt very safe. She dld.
He was wearing a dog collar.
- Joyce? - Yes.
Not Jean. Another woman?
Yes.
- Recently? - Oh, you're good! (Laughs)
Whilst my brother was behind bars?
Yes.
God, the father of mercies, through the death and resurrection...
- It's not a dog collar. It's a tourniquet, really. - What?
A tourniquet. Keep wearing it. When you take it off, the blood starts pumping.
...reconclled the world to Hlmself,
and sent the Holy Spirit amongst us for the forgiveness of sins,
through the ministry of the Church.
May God give you pardon and peace.
I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Thank you.
(Engine starts up)
They're lovely.
How's it been? Today, I mean.
I'm getting through it. People have been round.
(Child's laughter)
(Hyperventilating)
(Whimpering)
It's his brother. Jimmy, it's not David. It's John. It's his brother.
(Panting)
(Runs water)
Are you OK?
(Groans) Yeah.
Are you living with someone?
John.
His brother?
He moved in four weeks ago.
He'll never take David's place, Jimmy.
(Groans)
Hello, Maggle.
All his pay slips.
He's lied to me for years.
He's earned £50, £60, £70 a week more than he told me.
He spent it all on prostitutes.
Filthy, pox-ridden prostitutes.
Not using anything, and coming home to me stinking of them.
Did you kill Joyce Watkins?
Not a speck of dust. I keep this house shining.
He comes in and treads all their filth through my house.
You're not even surprised by the question, are you, Maggie?
Dld you klll Joyce Watklns?
Why would I kill her?
That's what I've been trying to work out myself.
The only thing I can think is to get David out of jail.
Kllllng In the same way, so they'd have to let hlm go.
There's hate. Maybe I hated her.
And there's guilt.
If I hadrt taken his money, she'd still be alive,
and I wouldn't have got to know anything about it.
But I've learned to live with guilt.
You've learned to llve wlth gullt.
If you can live with a child's death, you can live with anything.
Thousands of pounds.
I'd stand for an hour in the supermarket,
waiting for them to knock down the price of food past its sell-by date.
And they'd look at me and know what I was waiting for.
And he's spending thousands on prostitutes.
And you knew.
- I didn't. - Get out of my house.
MAGGIE: Can you explaln how It happened? - I dort have to!
- A second, identical murder! - This is ongoing.
It's an ongoing investigation!
- Everything's been kept secret... - It's an investigation into a very serious matter.
We're talking murder!
You know what you're doing?
Will you answer the question? How did you find out about it?
You are putting all women in danger, because...
(Shouting) Will you answer the question, Mrs Harvey? How did you find out about it?
- Make her a cup of tea, Jane. - I don't want a bloody cup of tea.
I just want to see my husband, please.
That's impossible, at the moment.
How did you find out?
He told Michael. Michael told me.
Look, I'm not a lawyer, but I am golng to get one.
And I am bloody sure that you wlll have some explalnlng to do.
A second, identical murder, for God's sake!
(Doorbell)
What do you want, Jimmy?
Can I sleep here? I mean, spend the night.
It's my busy time, sweetheart.
I'll pay you.
I just don't want to be alone.
Look, there's a maniac on the loose. Don't take this personally.
(Phone rings)
- Hello? - Paula, It's Denlse here. I've let Jlmmy Beck In.
Right.
- Bye. - Bye.
Right.
Now, where were we?
(Laughs)
This is evidence.
This is a dying mars statement.
He knew he was dying.
And he still... did the job.
And that makes my mistake worse. You know?
I mean, if it had led to the death of a man who was no better or worse than me,
that'd be bad enough.
But to know that he was ten times the man I'll ever be...
¶ Amazing Grace
At least she didn't die of anything serious.
¶ By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
¶ Where the sun shlnes brlght on Loch Lomond
¶ Where I and my true love were ever wont to gae
¶ On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
¶ Oh, ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road
¶ And I'll be In Scotland...
The sister-in-law's taking his car. What do I do? Over.
Roger. Stay where you are. We're talllng the prlest. Over.
"Blessed are the poor, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inerit the earth.
Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice...
for they shall be satisfied."
- The body of Christ. - Amen.
- Are you following me, love? - Yes.
- Why? - I need a bit of advice.
I've got four kids and no husband, and I need to make a bit of money.
- Are you thinking of going on the game? - Yes.
- Drive a car like this? - It's my brother-in-law's. He's a priest.
- Some of my best customers are priests. - Can you spare me five minutes?
It won't take five minutes. You're too old, sweetheart. Too old to learn.
Er... I'd like to start with my dad, really.
Every other week my dad worked nights.
Twelve hours a night, seven nights a week.
And as a kid I quite looked forward to that,
because it meant that he came home before we got up.
And the fire was lit, and the lights were on, and the cockroaches had disappeared.
And... Yup! And erm...
I used to... I used to watch him going to work and coming home from work.
And he always turned up the money every week, and I used to think, "Why does he do it?
Why doesn't he leave us and go and spend all his hard-earned money on himself?"
Er... but er... I never thought that about Mum.
She was always part of us.
It was always me and Danny and Mum.
A love so... solid, that you could take it for granted.
(Clears throat) Example.
Erm... one night, there was a boxing match on television.
It was er... er...
Brian London and Floyd Patterson.
Brian London and Floyd Patterson. That's right.
And we snuck downstairs to watch, and...
we were In the lobby, and you could see through the crack In the door.
They were watching in comfort - it was freezing out in the lobby.
They were watching in the heat, and the fire was blazing.
And I just knew that if I pushed the door open...
she would understand how much we wanted to watch.
And... I did. I pushed the door, and she looked.
And Dad started shouting at us, and Danny was giving me daggers.
And she said, "Aye, OK, but off to bed with you as soon as it's finished."
(Tearfully) And I just knew she was gonna say that. I just knew that.
(Clears throat) Well, she wasrt one for rational analysis.
She preferred a row. Right?
(Laughter)
And I remember a partlcular one.
She woke up one morning after a night out and discovered that she'd lost her false teeth.
And I remember she accused my dad of hiding them out of spite.
And they never spoke to each other for two whole days.
And sometime later, she found them in her pillow slip.
(Laughter)
At times like these, you dearly wish that there was a heaven.
You dearly wlsh that you belleved that there was a heaven, and I dort.
But if it turns out there is one, she'll be up there, with her glasses on and her tongue sticking out,
with the racing page open in front of her, picking out the winners.
Flfl, ze French mald.
Noreen, the nubile nun.
Nicky, the naughty night nurse.
Prim Miss Parsons, who smacks the bums of all her naughty boys.
- Susle, the sexy schoolle. - Did he like that?
Shirley Temple?
- Yes. - Yeah.
I'd sing How Much Is That Doggie In The Window, and then he'd start.
I've got the wig here.
¶ How much is that doggie in the window?
¶ The one with the waggly tail
¶ How much is that doggie in the window?
¶ I do hope that doggie's for sale
(Screams)
(Knocks)
Paula?
Paula, are you OK?
Are you OK?
I'm fine.
On its own, number nine.
All the fours, 44.
Sweatir a bit there, kid.
Two and three, 23.
Two llttle ducks, 22.
ALL: Quack, quack!
Thank you, quackers.
Seven and slx, 76.
Major's Den, number ten.
ALL: Get him out!
BECK: He's out. He's not wearlng hls collar.
RADIO: Roger.
He's heading down Bateman Street towards Chaddant Drive.
¶ They were going to hold a party on the Golden Jubilee
¶ And Kate, says she to Pat McGee, come listen here to me
¶ Put on your old knee breeches and your coat of emerald green...
(Singing drowned by chatter)
- (Drunkenly) You hated her. - I didn't.
You did. You sneered at her.
I didn't. Katie, get your jacket.
You used to laugh at the way she got everything on the drip.
Out of the catalogues. You used to find it faintly amusing.
What are you going to do about the house?
You treated her like one of your clients.
Fitz, you never went to see her for five months. You know why?
I wasrt there to remind you, to make you go. You can't blame me for anything.
I know it's hard. Grief's hard at the best of times, but when you're feeling guilty as sin...
...that must be unbearable.
Bye, Danny.
Do you want this number, just in case?
No, I don't think it's ever gonna come.
You know why this baby won't come out?
It's taken a peek, seen your bloody father, and said, "No, thank you very much!"
- You're doing 60. - "I don't want to grow up like that."
- You're doing 60. - I know I'm doing 60. I feel like doing 60.
(Siren)
(Groans)
(Gasps)
(Pants)
I hope you've got a good excuse.
The best.
I'm in labour.
Right. Listen. Don't worry.
Follow me, love. All right?
PENHALIGON: I thlnk he wants to go In.
Well, she's not lettlng hlm.
He's golng back to the car.
¶ Crossing the broad Atlantic, where once more he ranged too long...
- You're a snob. - Oh, I knew we'd get to that eventually.
You're a bloody snob. Do you recognise any of these people?
- "Stick to your roots." - You grew up with these people.
- "The salt of the earth." - You've hardly spoken to any of them.
(Drunkenly) You stayed, right? That's the point you're making. You stayed.
Upright pillar of the community. Huh?
You know why you stayed? Do you want me to tell you why you stayed?
Cos you didn't have the bloody money to go, you stupid hypocrite!
Pa's birthday. You said you'd phone.
She sat in all morning, waiting for you to phone. It broke her heart.
She went out. When she came back, I said you'd phoned.
I used to tell her you'd come round when she was out,
and that you were really sorry that you hadrt seen her.
I used to have to make things up,
cos she'd ask me how you were getting on, and what you were doing these days.
I was doing it all the time.
That time in the lobby - I knew why you pushed that door.
You don't have a monopoly on feelings. I know why you pushed it.
I was enjoying it.
Watching Ma and Pa, knowing they didn't know we were there.
That's why I gave you daggers.
It wasrt the fight. I wasrt even watching the bloody fight!
(Tearfully) I was watching Ma and Pa!
(Danny crying)
- You want another drink? - Do I look like I need another drink?
Let's put in the bookie's window again.
It's reinforced glass!
(Laughing)
He's going into 32 Parnaby Street.
(Doorbell)
- Denise Fletcher? - Yeah.
BOTH: ¶ Do you think I would leave you dying - I'll phone the police! I'm warning you.
¶ When there's room on my horse for two?
(Laughing drunkenly)
(Laughing and shouting)
Why?
I'm sorry?
Why are you giving your money away?
- They could do with it. - We could all do with it.
Denlse...
Jesus! I'm bleeding.
No. No! Aaaarghh!
- (Screaming) - Denise...
- You are nicked. - What for?
For stealing the altar wine!
It's coming from upstairs. It's Paula!
No! No! No! No!
Right.
WISE: Jesus Chrlst.
(Gasps)
I got hit by a mobile phone.
A bit more mobile than I thought it was.
(Gasps)
What... what are you doing?
Oh, God, yes, of course.
You're all right. You're doing wonderfully.
I'm a seed pod. I'm a bloody seed pod. Tell me I'm a seed pod.
You are - you're a seed pod! And I love you. You are.
It's like shelling peas. Mother Earth. I am Mother Earth! (Groans)
That's right. All right. That's it.
Do you still think God's a woman?
(Whimpering)
- Gas and air? - Oh, just breathe on me. That'll do.
You were pissed when Mark was born, you were pissed when Katie was born,
and you're pissed now.
Well, at least I'm consistent.
Come on. Come on.
(Panting)
We can see the baby's head.
We can see the baby's head! We can see the baby's head. It's on its way.
Come on, come on, come on.
- (Groans) - Come on, come on.
Just breathe away.
You can see it! You can see it.
- Are you crying? - No, I'm not.
- Cheap sentimentality! - It isn't.
- (Screams) - That's it. That's all right.
This baby means something?
- Everything. - Everything?
Then promise you'll never gamble again.
If you can't promise me that, it's cheap sentimentality.
The thing you most despise in all the world.
- Push, now, Judith. - Gambling hurts me, hurts my children.
If this baby means so bloody much, promise me you'll never gamble again.
I promise I'll never gamble again! Now, come on!
(Groans)
Massive damage to the skull.
Heavy metal instrument.
Chisel inserted into the vagina.
Same MO as the others. Same man, I'd reckon.
Time of death?
She's been dead for a few hours.
Well, that puts the priest in the clear.
Oh, a lovely baby boy!
- Give him to me. - I'll just inject your leg now.
- Give him to me, please. - Oh, he's lovely.
Give him to me. Give him to me.
- (Baby squealing) - Well done. Congratulations.
Fitz, oh, Fitz, he's lovely!
Well done. Well done.
Two cups of tea.
What are you doing?
- Nothing. - Did you know this girl?
No. Er...
- I may have nicked her once or twice. - Have you been here recently?
- No. - Then what's your name doing on the pad?
- I don't know. - You were gonna rip that off.
I wasrt. Look...
Can I get some air?
Yeah. I'll see you down the nick.
- One of you all. Come on. Get in there. - Yeah, come on.
- Smile. - I'm smiling.
- I don't think he wants to. - (Footsteps)
He's beautiful.
- Thank you. - Do you want me?
Yes.
Right.
I won't be away long.
Bye.
He's lovely.
He's got a fair-sized willy, too.
Well, never mind - he's got your eyes.
Seven pound, twelve ounces.
That's the whole baby, of course, not just the willy.
WISE: You'd better come up wlth somethlng. - I can't.
A womars murdered, and your name's found on her bloody pad!
- Well, there's no explanation for it. - (Knocking)
Come in.
- Oh, God Almighty! - No. Fitz, actually.
Look. The girls are looking after each other. You know?
If someone gets someone in, they phone a mate and give the geezer's name.
So?
Look, I went to see Denise Fletcher.
Jane...
- What for? - I had to ask her some questions.
She phoned her mate. It must have been Paula.
You can check the list of calls she made.
- Well, how long were you there? - A few hours.
A few hours? Why? Did she have a bloody stutter or something?
BECK: Well, I had a lot of questlons. You know?
What was the first one? "How are you fixed?"
Look, it was strictly professional.
Hello, Denise.
I'm really sorry about Paula.
If we were a bunch of nice middle-class women, you'd have him by now.
- Was Jimmy Beck with you last night? - You see this as street cleansing, don't you?
Knocking us all off one by one, doing you all a favour.
Was Jimmy Beck with you last night?
No.
He told us he was. I just want to confirm it - that's all.
Yeah.
- How long for? - All night.
Did you phone Paula, give her Beck's name?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Denise...
What?
Did he hurt you?
Jimmy Beck?
Yeah.
He didn't do anything.
He needed company.
He's a sad bastard.
WISE: Flve hundred?
Yeah.
- There was £500 in the poor box? - It was my own money.
So, you were gonna give £500 of your own money to two little kids?
Their mother had been murdered. They had no-one.
Saint Michael?
- Hardly. - No.
Because you put a bit of business their way, don't you?
Sorry, I don't follow.
You. You go with prostitutes.
For God's sake!
Maggie told us.
- And you belleved her? - Why should she lie?
She didn't even know her husband was going with prostitutes.
She could hardly know what I do In my spare tlme.
So, you're confirming that her husband did go with prostitutes?
- I didn't say that. - You dld.
It's never been established till now. We're very grateful.
I am a celibate priest.
There are one or two of us stlll around.
I do not go with prostitutes.
You're free to go now, Father. Thank you.
- You followed me. - I had to.
You believed that I was capable of murder.
You're free to go now. Thank you.
Are you totally bloody stupid?
Keep tabs on Holy Joe.
Someone else has been killed.
Well, I've got the perfect alibi, then, haven't I?
Do you not feel sorry for her?
Yes. But I'm sorry for me, as well.
You didn't kill this poor woman that's just been found.
You didn't kill Joyce Watkins. But you did kill Jean Mcllvanney.
I didn't.
Why Shirley Temple?
Don't you lie to me!
I know you did it!
No, don't you put it down. Don't you put the phone down!
So, what age were you when you met?
18. She was 16.
- Virgin? - Me? No.
- Maggie. - I don't know.
You didn't ask?
No.
I don't believe you.
Did she say she was?
- Yes. - Did you believe her?
Yes.
You didn't believe her.
Low self-esteem, you see. If she'd let you screw her, she can't be choosy.
There must have been lots of other men before you.
Did you despise her afterwards?
Slut! To let you do that to her...
You can tell me. I'm a good Catholic boy.
Yes.
Is that why Shirley Temple turns you on?
- I don't know what you're talking about. - To be the very first.
- I don't know what you're talking about. - Best of all, to be first and last. The very first.
Screw a virgin, slaughter her. The first and last.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You killed those two women!
I didn't.
You're lying. I'm going to the police.
- You knew David was seeing prostitutes. - I didn't.
- You knew for years, and you didn't tell me. - I didn't know.
You killed my child. You killed my Peter.
For God's sake, Maggle!
You killed my child - as good as killed him.
I gave you the only advice I could.
You killed him.
Come with me to the police station. I want you to tell them everything.
Oh, I'll tell them everything.
- That's good. - You're an accomplice.
What?
You told David what to do - to think of an alibi.
And when the pollce came round, you told hlm to burn the car and report It stolen.
If I talk to the police, you're finished.
My goodness!
WISE: Oh, 'ey, here we go.
Rule number one: If these two do make any money, I'm on half. OK?
(Laughter)
Rule number two.' you do not take any chances.
Do not put yourselves at risk, and do not go off with anybody, no matter who they are. OK?
You're there to observe and report back. That's all. Observe and report back.
If any punter mentlons Shlrley Temple, schoolles, or anythlng llke that,
you blow In rlght away. Got lt? Anythlng at all.
Alarll be standing by. Right?
- (Barks) Rlght? - Right.
Alarll be standing by, I'll be standing by, and we'll only be seconds away.
So, any problems at all, blow In, and you're covered. OK?
I think that's it. Oh, just one more thing.
Glrls, dort go home dressed llke that, OK?
- (Laughter) - Any questions?
One, sir.
Why didn't you give her one, Jimmy?
- What? - Denlse Fletcher.
Why didn't you give her one?
I wanted to ask her a few questions.
- You slept with her. - That's enough, Jane. OK?
You wanted a bit of company?
I didn't want company.
She thinks you're a sad bastard.
All right.
I admlt lt.
I gave her one.
I dldrt want company.
I asked her a few questions, and I gave her one.
I gave her several.
(Fruit machine bleeping)
(Coins falling)
(Bleeping)
Hey.
Scunthorpe!
How are you?
Well, I've a bit of a pain in my arse, but that might have something to do with you.
Does that pass for wit in Belfast?
No, I only ask, because you don't look too good, Jimmy.
- Have you looked in the mirror lately? - (Chuckles)
A little blue in the lips - that's all.
It's OK, unless you get a tingling down your left arm. You haven't got that?
(Beck hums)
Have I said the wrong thing? You don't have a tingling in your arm, do you?
If you do have a tingling, it could mean an impending heart attack.
¶ Come fly with me - let's fly, let's fly away
Could be it, Jimmy. Could be it.
¶ Come fly with me - let's fly, let's fly away
I gave you a wee bit of a fright, didn't I?
Sorry. Blood pressure up, heart rate up.
Just a little, but you can feel it. Huh?
¶ Come fly with me...
Oxygen required, Jimmy. Oxygen required.
You haven't taken in enough, though, have you? Hmm?
Body's still crying out, "More oxygen!" Something wrong.
Little messages all over your body.
Adrenalin required. Adrenalin required. Hmm?
What are you gonna do with that adrenalin? Fight or flight?
But there's nobody to fight. There's nowhere to run to.
Hmm? What's the adrenalin doing to your body now? Hmm?
Arteries narrowing, blood pressure sky-high, heart rate up, up!
(Panting)
More oxygen, Jimmy! More oxygen. But you can't have any,
cos your lungs have ceased to function - it's called hyperventilation, Jimmy.
Every single nerve in your body is screaming the same message - something wrong!
Life or death! More adrenalin, more adrenalin!
You know what the adrenalirs doing to you, Jimmy?
Your arteries are getting smaller. Your heart's pumping!
Your blood pressure is going up and up and up.
Your head's swimming. You're going to die, Jimmy.
You are going to die! Get it off your chest.
Guilt suffocates! Get it off your chest. You have to tell me!
Tell me. I'll tell no-one else. I promise I will help you! I'll help you.
(Panting) Yes! Yeah! Yeah...
Look, breathe, breathe. Blow, blow, blow in.
Deep, deep, deep. Slow! Slow!
Slow. Slow. Stick your stomach out.
Slow...
Just good friends.
- Do you do French? - I got an O-level at school.
I can pay you 40.
- Just French? Nothing else? - No.
- I'm waiting for someone. - Who?
A well-known popular novelist.
- (Wise laughs) - Well, how much, then? You name lt.
PENHALIGON: I'm waltlng for someone.
MAN: 60. That's as far as I'm golng.
- I'm already booked. - It wort take long.
I'm a police officer. Now, piss off.
WISE: The ID card! (Laughs)
Oh, he's right home now. Look! (Laughs)
Bilborough died because I showed a villain a bit of compassion.
And that's all I wanted in return.
A bit of compassion. A bit of understanding. From her.
But I got none.
She despised me for it.
- She loved him. - I did too.
She can turn compassion on and off like a tap. They all can.
Women?
I was 14 when I came over here. I took a lot of stick. You know.
"Paddy." "Mick." "Get back to the bog."
I knew what I had to do to earn a bit of respect.
Throw a few punches and take a few punches.
But I didn't.
I hung around with the girls...
...because, well, they showed a bit of compassion, you see, and...
...and I fell for it.
And a month passed, and I wasrt a fresh face any more, and they dumped me.
And I had to take the punches.
And it was worse now, because they were harder, because...
I'd been hanging around with the girls.
Women need rape.
- I'm listening. - It's their weapon.
A woman goes up to the heavywelght champlon of the world.
Hotel bedroom. Early hours of the mornlng.
He gives her one. He gets done for rape, ends up in the nick.
The heavyweight champion! One of the bravest men.
If It can happen to hlm, It can happen to any of us.
And that's what they want. It's their weapon.
They want to keep us on our toes.
Penaligon needs rape.
- Needs raping? - Needs rape.
It's her department. Her little empire.
She thinks she can treat me like muck when it's rape, because she's a woman,
and we don't understand.
That's bollocks.
She knew nothlng about rape.
So, you thought you'd teach her something about it?
- This is in confidence? - Yep.
- Strict confidence? - Yeah. Doctor-patient.
I don't believe you.
- Strict confidence, Jimmy. - Swear.
- Bloody, bloody, bloody. - Swear on the life of your wife and children.
I swear on the life of my wife and children that I will not repeat anything you tell me.
Swear on the life of your newborn baby.
- You're sick. - I'm sick?
I swear on the life of my newborn baby that I will not repeat anything you tell me.
I never intended to rape her.
As God Is my judge, I never Intended lt.
I just wanted to... frighten her.
I was going to pull the mask off at the last minute, you know, and laugh in her face.
But something happened and...
she looked so...
- Vulnerable? - Vulnerable, and weak,
and frightened.
And I felt so... powerful.
You want to know the truth? I'll tell you the truth.
I never had such an erection in my life.
I reallsed that...
that I could do lt.
That I could rape her, and... get away with it.
Just walk away from it.
And... that's... that's why I did it.
Because I could.
I raped her because... because I could.
You'd have done the same thlng.
Every man I know would have done it.
- Did you speak to him? - Yeah.
And?
Nothing.
(Bleep)
I had a gun in his mouth.
I couldn't pull the trigger, but that was OK, because he didn't know that.
I was still the one in control.
Then he pulled it himself.
Looked me in the eye, laughed in my face.
And I knew what he was thinking - I didn't have the guts.
Well, I did have the guts.
I just didn't have the callousness.
The callousness required to blow somebody's head off, to rape.
His kind of callousness.
OK, I stuck a gun in his mouth, but I never did get even.
£15,000.
What for?
The house is won'th 30,000. Half of it's yours.
Ah... Don't want it.
- Take lt. - I don't want it.
Piss it up the wall if you like, but take it!
I'll have it in readies.
(Sighs)
Jacqui was at the funeral.
FITZ: Yeah, I saw her.
DANNY: She left me cos living with me was like living with the Pope.
She said.
FITZ: Fair comment, I'd say.
I'll bang 'em in the sink.
A woman.
Excuse me.
Hello, Maggie. Can I help you?
I'm looking for Webster Road.
Oh, right. You turn right at the lights,
and you'll come rlght to lt.
Thanks.
I was right about somebody seen as no threat. I was wrong about the dog collar.
It's another woman.
- It's Maggle Harvey. - Maggie? How many drinks have you had?
I've just seen Maggie Harvey. She asked me the way to Webster Road.
FITZ: It's got to be somebody you'd make a cup of tea for.
She knows Webster Road. Her kids go to school there.
Another woman - that means Maggle Harvey. Who else could It be?
It's Maggle bloody Harvey, for God's sake!
Get in, quick! Move yourself. Move it!
Get in!
(Siren)
(Doorbell)
MAGGIE: Can I come In? - You followed me yesterday.
- I need your advlce. - I'm not a careers officer. Find somebody else.
Look, I've got four klds and no husband, and I need to make some money. I'm desperate.
- Have you been on the game before? - No.
Come in.
Do you know what you get when you go on the game?
Murdered. You see that?
That's blood, sweetheart.
Now, go home. Forget lt.
RADIO: All moblle unlts, be on the lookout for a maroon Vauxhall Cavaller,
reglstratlon number C946 DBU.
That's Charlle 946 Delta Bravo Unlform.
Drlver.' Mrs Maggle Harvey. Over.
We've been phoning each other up since Jean got murdered.
Is there nothing else you can do?
Well, you can plck and choose your punters, but most of them are welrdos, anyway.
Have you ever come across him?
Shirley Temple? Yeah. Perv.
(Doorbell)
- I'm busy, Jimmy. What do you want? - What did you tell her?
- Who? - Penaligon.
You told her I was a sad bastard, didn't you?
She's lying.
You're lying.
How much did you charge him?
- Who? - Shirley Temple.
40. I'd ask for 50; he'd knock me down to 40.
- How many times did you see him? - Every couple of months.
About 20 times altogether, I suppose. I'm not sure.
- What did you do? - Straight sex.
I'd have to go all coy. Then he'd start screaming, "Slut, slag," all that sort of stuff.
Then he'd strip me.
Straight sex. Me on top.
Why are you interested in him, anyway?
Have you got names for them all?
Just the pervs.
Do you think that's right?
To take all that money off a man and call him a perv behind his back?
Who are you, love? Mother Teresa?
I mean, you let him do those things to you. Doesrt that make you worse?
Well, enough of this small talk...
You even advertlse lt.
You advertise filth for sale, and then you have the cheek to criticise the man who buys it.
- All right, get out. - I'm hls wlfe.
You called him a pervert. What does that make me?
What do you imagine that he does to me?
What do you imagine, hm?
You dirty, filthy bitch!
What do you imagine? £800!
Look, I strongly advise you to go.
£800. 20 times £40 a time.
That is £800 you took off him.
Yeah, that's right. I'd have to ask my accountant.
- Has he got kids? - I never asked.
I knew he was married, though. They usually are.
- Bored to death wlth thelr borlng wlves. - Four!
Four!
He has got four kids!
You have been taking food out of the mouths of my children.
Him, love. Not me. I earned every penny.
RADIO: Charlle 946 Delta Bravo Unlform.
Drlver.' Mrs Maggle Harvey. Over.
He has come home to me after being with you - a filthy, stinking slut like you!
- Get out! - He's got into my bed, sheets just washed...
Get your arse out!
He's touched me, he's held me...
He's held me after being with a filthy, stinking...
Aaaarghh! Get off me!
I've tried to eat. That's all. Get off me!
Taking our money, taking food out of my childrers mouths!
You fllthy, schemlng bltch!
(Groans)
(Siren)
Yes! Nice one, Jimmy.
JUDITH: Dld you talk to her?
Who?
Jane Penhallgon.
Boadicea.
Stick insect.
- Now and agaln, yeah. - What about?
Just to say hello and that.
Did she ask about me?
No.
- Did you like her? - No.
Why not?
Because.
Did he make her laugh?
Look, he's stupid.
She's young enough to be his daughter, so forget it.
I can't.
Did you talk to your dad about her?
Yeah.
And?
I told him he was acting like a pillock. He agreed.
Said he couldn't help it.
He said he couldn't help it?
Yeah.
He said that he couldn't help it?
Yep.
JUDITH: Do you think she's good-looking?
She scared the shit out of the Romans.
(Doorbell)
- Hi. - £15,000.
You want a drink?
You want me to want a drink. That way you can have one.
You know, you really should put in for Pope, Dan.
What are you gonna do with it?
Why do you always look at me as if I've just farted?
You don't deserve her. You don't deserve those kids.
You know something, Danny? Everybody respects you.
Everybody respects good old dependable Dan, but nobody loves him.
Nobody ever pitied my wife.
(Phone rings)
JUDITH: Hello?
OK. Bye.
Stick insect's been on. They need your help.
I won't be long.
Don't forget your cape.
A grown-up woman pretending to be a little girl.
She told me how often David had been with her...
...and how often he'd been with all the others.
I saw blood.
Her face was covered in blood...
and I realised that I had picked something up and I was hitting her.
I just couldn't stop hitting her.
Why, Maggie? Sexual disgust?
You felt betrayed?
Money.
I don't believe that.
Money's life and death. Money's blood.
I'd killed her.
I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't understand it.
I went home...
...and after a while I could understand it.
What have you always told me, Michael?
Poverty, dlsease, the death of a chlld - try and see some purpose In It all?
And I dld see a purpose.
I found a chisel.
David's sperm?
We did make love that night, but not for the reason you said.
He knew it was going to be the last.
I went back to her flat.
The door was still open.
I hit her with the chisel...
...put Davld's sperm Inslde her,
and put the chlsel Inslde her.
She was alive when you did that.
She dled In hospltal.
Do you know how you got away with it for so long?
It wasrt the sperm.
It was the chisel.
That had to be a man. No woman could do that to another woman.
But you had to do lt, you forced yourself to, because that's what your husband dld.
Dld you thlnk about hlm when you stuck It In?
You dldrt thlnk about them, of course.
Joyce, Paula.
You had to despise them, think of them as not quite human. Yes?
Dld you thlnk about your own daughters? Course not. They were somebody's daughters.
There would be a mother somewhere, sobbing.
What dld you think about, Maggie?
What could drive you? What could madden you so much to do something like that?
Peter.
Who's Peter?
They were all Peter.
Joe, Matthew, Theresa, Joan.
I called them all Peter before they were born.
Peter died?
I killed Peter.
Before he was born? An abortion?
But that's not a crime, is it?
The murder of an innocent baby isn't a crime.
And the murder of a fllthy prostltute Is.
You love David.
You love a man. You make love with a man. You have a baby.
But babies cost money.
And there's never enough money, so you talk about abortlon.
You go and see Mlchael for hls advlce.
What does Mlchael say?
Michael says that we will always be welcome in his church, no matter what we do.
I was trying to make it easier for you.
MAGGIE: I didn't want it made easier. I wanted you to say no.
I'm a good Cathollc. I belleve.
I go along to my priest, a lifetime of sacrifice, and all I ask is that he protect my unborn child.
- But he wort. - I... I did the best I could.
For David.
David cried after we got rid of the baby.
And it helped,
because it made me realise that it was hard for him too.
He was sharing the pain.
And then you found out that there was enough money, after all.
He wasrt sharing the pain.
He wasrt crying for our baby. It was guilt.
There was enough money, after all.
But he was spending it all on those bloody women.
You ask me how I could put a chlsel In another woman.
It was easy, when I thought of my baby.
Cos whatever mess I made of them,
it was nothing, compared to what they did to my baby.
Are you ready to tell all this to the police?
Yes.
I killed the woman called Joyce. I killed the woman called Paula.
I killed Jean Mcllvanney.
FITZ: I know that's a lle.
I killed Jean Mcllvanney. I killed the woman called...
Your husband kllled Jean Mcllvanney. You kllled Joyce, you kllled Paula.
I killed them all.
You're worried about the kids.
I followed him.
I saw him pick up Jean Mcllvanney.
I saw them try to get money from the cashpoint.
Everythlng happened exactly as you sald...
...except, I kllled Jean Mcllvanney.
It's a bit daft, both of you going down.
You don't stand a chance. You got caught red-handed.
Confess to all three - he'll get out and look after the chlldren. Is that lt?
I'm telling the truth.
Two victims, three victims... Doesrt make much difference, hm?
It does, Maggie. It will.
In 10, 1 5 years'tlme. Trust me - a parole board llkes a good motlve.
"Here's a woman. She killed twice so her husband could get out of prison.
I can understand that."
But three times? Out of spite? Out of hatred?
They'll let you rot.
I killed Jean Mcllvanney.
Do you believe in heaven, Maggie?
Yes.
And hell?
Yes.
And I'd burn in hell for eternity to protect my children.
I killed Jean Mcllvanney. I killed the woman called Joyce. I killed the woman called Paula.
My husband is innocent. Please let him go home and look after my children.
- He did it! - Can you prove it?
- Yes, if you give us a bit more time! - Can you prove it now? What have you got?
Identification.
But Identlflcatlors useless. No-one's denylng he had sex wlth the woman.
The questlon Is.' dld he klll her?
- Yes! He dld. - Well, we need a llttle more than your oplnlon.
- They're gonna let him go. - He was the last man to see her.
No-one's denylng that, elther.
But he wasrt the last person to see her alive.
The last person to see her alive was his own bloody wife.
- And she's a bloody liar! - Convince me.
Look, it's not our problem, and you know what I mean.
We pass all this over to the CPS. We let them deal with it.
We haven't got a case!
No forensic, nothing! Nothing to link him with the crime.
- They're gonna let the bastard go! - Cool it.
- What? - I said, cool it.
Who do you think you are, eh? Who are you trying to impress?
- I'm just asking you to cool it. - Are you trying to impress Lady Jane here?
- I'm just asking you to cool it. That's all. - You're a DC, rlght? You're not a DI now.
You're a DC, and I'm a DS, so don't even try. Don't even try to score points off me. Right?
Right.
WISE: We'll thlnk of somethlng. - You'll let that man go!
- What? - Nothing.
- We're letting David Harvey go. OK? - (Groans)
He's not the first man to get off scot-free, Jimmy.
- Do you want him punished? - You bloody hypocrite!
Do you want him punished? He's guilty, so you must.
- For God's sake, let her go. - Just piss off, Jimmy!
I just want to hear whether or not you want him punished.
(Scouse accent) 'Ey! Calm down!
- Stay out of this. - What is wrong with you?
He's guilty, right? And I'll do it. I'll do it.
I just want to hear you say yes or bloody no.
- Aye-aye? - I just want her to answer the question!
What the hell do you think you are? Jeremy bloody Paxman?
When I was a kid, it was all in Latin.
I used to think the priest was saying, "I bet I can beat you at dominoes."
When the plate came round, I thought they were collecting the bets.
- Why are you still pursuing him? - I'm pursuing the truth.
People who spout about the truth are usually the biggest liars in the world.
Does it bother you that he got away with murder?
He'll remember that night for as long as he lives.
He's lost his wife because of it.
Hls klds have lost thelr mother because of lt.
How has he got away with it?
You'll see yourselves out.
- I'm gonna make my mother a millionaire. - At the casino?
- Bang on. - You promised you wouldn't gamble again.
This doesn't count.
- Cheap sentimentality! - I'll explaln later.
Cheap sentimentality!
(Tyres squealing)
- Mr Harvey? - Yeah.
- You're under arrest. - What for?
- Get in the car. - What for?
- Get in the car! - Jesus!
Get in!
I'll tell you why I joined the police force, Mr Harvey.
When I was a kid, there was a copper who used to walked up and down our street.
That was when coppers could walk up and down our street.
He was a big man. If you kept your nose clean, you'd be all right.
If you stepped out of line, you got a clip round the ear.
Everyone respected him.
I wanted to be like that man.
But I cart be like that man.
They've all gone. Those days are all gone.
Nowadays, if you give someone a clip round the ear, you end up in court.
I know men who've been killed.
- Let me out of this car. - I know men who've been killed.
Good men.
Better men than me. Better coppers than me.
Their killers are still living. Oh, they're banged up, yeah, but they're still living.
They're treated like bloody heroes, because they killed a copper.
Well, I believe in atonement, Mr Harvey.
If you're guilty, you should atone.
And we're both guilty, Mr Harvey.
I'm with the suspect, David Harvey.
I'm taking him to the roof of the Ramada Hotel. We're gonna jump off together. Over.
Jimmy, what the hell are you playing at?
Jlmmy, what the bloody hell are you playlng at? Over.
You're not fit to llck Bilborough's boots, never mind fill them, you scruffy Scouse bastard!
I want an ARV at the hotel. If he looks like jumping, shoot the bastard.
He's threatenlng to jump and take Davld Harvey wlth hlm. Over.
Victor Oscar One to control. We're just round the corner. I'm on my way. Over.
(Siren)
(Tyres screech)
- Get out of the car, Mr Harvey. - No.
Get out of the car! Get out, before I blow your bloody brains out.
No! I've got four children!
I've got four children waiting at home for me!
You owe me nothing, but think of my kids!
Get out! Police. Get out. Go on.
Will you help me, please? Help me!
For God's sake, do something! He's gonna kill me!
He's gonna kill me! He's gonna kill me!
I'm gonna take you right to the top, Mr Harvey,
and if you don't confess, I'm gonna push you off.
Does that make you feel like confessing, Mr Harvey?
Did you kill Jean Mcllvanney?
Trouble is, it's confession under duress.
Inadmissible. The judge'll throw it out.
That's the way it is these days. Everything is designed to get you off.
There's... there's a wonderful...
Oh, what's the word I'm looking for?
Irony.
There's a wonderful irony, isn't there, Mr Harvey?
Because everything is designed to get you off, you're the one who's going to have to die.
Do you appreciate that irony, Mr Harvey?
Aaaarghh!
(Sirens)
(Police radio chatter)
This is evidence. This is a dying mars statement.
FITZ: Come on.
PENHALIGON: Find the passenger lift, Fitz. Jimmy!
(Grunting)
(Groans)
The suspect Mr Harvey has just confessed to the murder of Jean Mcllvanney.
Isn't that right, Mr Harvey?
Mr Harvey has just nodded his head.
(Bell)
Come on. Come on!
¶ Come fly with me
¶ Let's fly, let's fly away!
(Panting)
- You want me to jump? - No!
This is evidence.
This is a dying mars statement.
I raped you.
I'm so sorry.
- Jane... - (Whimpering)
Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
(Sobbing)
(Wailing)