I who have nothing
I who am no-one
Adore you
And want you so
I'm just a no-one
Wiith nothing to give you, but oh
I love you
He
He buys you diamonds
Bright
Sparkling diamonds
But believe me
Hear when I say
That he may glve you all
But he'll never love you the way...
I love you
He can take you to any place that he wants
To fancy clubs and restaurants
But I can only watch you with
My nose pressed up against the windowpane
Yeah yeah...
I who have nothing...
Did you win?
Second?
Downtown...
I'm Tina.
Can't get a word in edgeways can I?
Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh...
Sh... Sh...
- Sean? - Yeah.
Downtown
We're gonna be all right..
Woo-hoo-hoo!
I like karaokes.
You can go on your own pretend you're one of the singers.
Or go with one of'em.
Thanks.
Coffee?
Sugar?
Yeah.
- Hello Fitz. - Hello.
Er...I've only booked for two.
We're not stopping.
You want me to come home?
Oh wait a mlnute...
- You want me to come home? - Who is this?
Graham is my therapist.
Judith you don't need crap like that!
20 years married to you, I need more than therapy. I need a trip to Lourdes.
- I can understand your hostility. - Oh can you?
Judith's told me things, intimate things, so you feel vulnerable.
- Jesus wept. - Threatened.
- I don't think you should evade... - I'm not discussing anything
in front of this talking bloody textbook.
Fine.
Bye Fitz.
No, no, cancel that last statement, Judith.
You want me to come home?
Yes.
Why?
I think Judith needs to hear it.
Waiter, a plate of humhle pie for Herbert Lom there, please.
We're not eating, thanks.
Why do you want me to come home?
Because I love you, that's why.
Diet Coke.
I'll come back on three conditions.
First, you go to Gamblers Anonymous.
Aw, it's run hy wankers for wankers!
I'm involved in the local branch.
I rest my case.
- It's just about the best in the country. - I bet you it isn't.
Second, we put the house in my name. My sole name.
And third, we change the current account so that each cheque needs two slgnatures.
Well?
Waiter, could I have a very sharp knife, please? My wife would like to cut off my balis.
I used to enjoy that, Fitz,
the way you'd toss a hand grenade into the conversation, sit back and watch it go off.
But now it's boring.
The way you probe is boring. The way you analyse is boring.
Your search for the bloody pure motive. It's as boring as living with the bloody Pope!
Would you get me a gin and tonic?
A large gin and tonic for the lady, please.
Well?
My gambling. Is that boring?
I can thlnk of a lot of words to describe it, Fitz,
but no...boring wouldn't be one of them.
No. Life needs a bit of risk, Judith.
A bit of Bogart and Hepburn in The African Queen.
I prefer Judith and Fitz on the straight and narrow.
Come on. Give me ten mlnutes. I want to show you something.
Just tell me whether or not we have a deal.
We've been married 20 years, Judith. What's ten minutes?
That disgusting smell is my son's feet, by the way.
We've tried everything bar amputation though that's still a possibility.
Well!
Whoever lives in this house obviously has...
- Get to the polnt. - ..extremely expensive tastes in clothes!
I bought you this when Cool Ground won the Gold Cup,
and this when Doctor Devious won the Derby
and this when Party Politics won the National.
- I've shared in your winnings, is that it? - Exactly!
And why do you thlnk I left them all behind?
Are you lonesome tonight?.
Do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray
To a bright summer's day...
Do the chairs in your parlour
Seem empty... - We've got nothing.
We get our giro on Wednesday.
- I'll pay you back then. - Telly.
Shall I come back agaln?
What are you...? Hey!
Hey! Open the door!
Tina, what's going on?
You might as well glve us a bit more time. There's nothing here worth taking!
Tina!
Tina, what's going on?
Ahh! Tina!
Stay.
Tina! Tina!
Aargh! Aagrh, argh!
The bastard's name's Cormack.
My c...c...c...
Your cups?
He took them.
I'll ask my parents.
Get some money from them, pay that bastard off.
Get your cups back.
- It's on the stairs. - Walk.
It is!
You're not going down there, Sean?
No! No!
Sean! No!
Bingo.
Bluegrass muslc
Yee-ha!
All right geezer!
- Here. - Ahh!
You'll make me crash.
Can we come in?
You can come in, but he can't.
Where did you get the car?
- You're moving? - Yeah.
Where did you get the car?
Sean bought it. He's working.
You never told me you were moving.
We tried, but we didn't know where you were.
Where's he working?
Some haulage firm.
Can you get rid of that?
Whlch one?
Oh, I'm not sure where.
But he's working, right?
But I'm not sure where.
Wiil you lend it me, or not?.
Sammy's upstalrs.
Yeah?
Well, go and see her.
Hello, Tina.
- Will you lend it me or not? - Not.
Get rid of him,
come back with us... and we'll talk about the loan then.
- Oh...
What...?
What will Cormack do?
Yeah.
They said they would've given it me, but they're a bit short.
Well, they're moving house soon, as well.
And that's not cheap, you know.
Estate agents screw you, lawyers screw you. Carpets, curtains...
- Petrol? - Ye-eah.
- You're lying.
They think I'm crap. They told you to get shut of me, then they'd give you some money.
You and all. You think I'm crap.
- You're ashamed of me. - I'm not.
Listen, where are you going? Sean!
Hey! I love you, right?
Hey, Billy-no-mates! I love you!
OK? I love you!
The bus.
But we haven't got the fare.
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Here, this fella's going a bit fast, isn't he?
- We should've stopped there! - Love, you've gone past the bingo!
Stopl Stopl
- You've gone past, pet.
It's just like Bonnle and Clyde!
Look, all I want to do is to talk to my wife, OK?
- That's a clvil matter. - Exactly!
But we've had a complalnt. That's a police matter.
If you don't leave these people in peace, I'm going to have to arrest you.
You're kidding.
- Come on you bastard, let's have you! - Is everybody OK?
You all right? You all right, love? Nobody's hurt?
We've got you now, you bastard!
Name?
I'll... I'll... I'll write it.
I need to hear it.
Kerrigan!
What?
You heard.
No, I didn't.
Y-you heard.
I didn't.
It's a good job we've got all night.
- K... K... K... Kerrigan. - Sit down.
- My name is S-Sean Kerrigan. - Sit down.
- Sean Kerrigan! - Sit down!
And I want to see Tlna! I want to see Tlna!
- Sit down. You can phone. - All I've done is stole a vehicle.
- Sit down. - We're not on the phone!
- Tough! Just sit down! - I want...
- Sit down! - I want... I want to see Tlna!
Aargh!
Let go of me!
- Aagh! - Calm down! Get his legs.
Aargh!
Let go of me!
Let go of me! Let go of me!
Let go of me!
I want to see Tina!
He's throwng fits, Fitz.
I'm in custody, Custardy.
You scratch my back...
Ten minutes George.
Let me out! Let me out!
I've got to tell Tlna!
- Hell,o Sean. - Who are you?
My name's Fitz. I'm a psychologist.
I don't want a psychologist! I want a lawyer, right? So piss off!
Just do one right now, right? Just do one!
You're not exactly winning friends and influencing people!
Will you get rid of that fella, will you? Will you get him out of my sight?
- I'm not gonna be responsible for my actions! - Out.
- I'm not responsible if that walking turd... - Out!
..stays in here much longer!. All he's done...
All he's done is wind me up, right from the start! That's all he's done wind me up!
- Sean, Sean, Sean. - OK?
Calm down.
I want you to tell my bird where I am, right? She needs to know where I am!
She'll be going off her... She must be going off her cake wondering what's happened to me!
She needs to be told! We're not on the phone so a phone call's no good!
- Do you understand? Right? - Yes. Calm down.
Oh God. I feel as though I'm speaking a foreign language!
No-one understands what I'm saying!
- Calm down. Calm down. - D'you know...
I need to tell a woman called Tina, right? Tina Brien.
I need to tell a woman called Tina Brien where I am.
- It's essential! Do you understand? Essential! - Right.
- That means very, very necessary! - Right.
- Do you understand? Very, very necessary! - Sean, Sean.
- It's very, very necessary I contact Tina. - Sean. Calm down.
Calm down. I'm here to help you.
Let go of mel Let go of me. Let go of me, right?
Let go of me right now, or I won't be responsible for my actions! Right?
You butt me, I'll butt you right back harder, OK?
Now calm down. Deep breathing. Deep breathing.
Easy.
Let go of me.
So where does this Tina live, then?
With me.
Where's that?
I...I...I....
I... I-I'll write it.
I-I'll write it.
It's a loser.
- You don't stutter when you're angry? - No.
Cos it's the first thing that comes into your head, before it even comes into your head.
You don't see the words so they don't frighten you.
That's right.
There's speech therapy.
I've...tried speech the-ra-py.
I'm fine if I talk like this.
But this isn't me speaking.
This is some dickhead!
So you'd ratherget angry?
S...
S-S-S...
Occasionally.
Sometimes.
Sometimes. S-Sometimes yeah. Sometimes I get angry. Sometimes.
You don't mind me helping you? Some stutterers do you know.
No.
Get me out of here.
You must let his girl know where he is. I'd like him remanded on ball for psychiatric reports.
- Fortaking and driving away? - He needs help!
Bollocks! I wound him up a bit that's all.
- I'm talking prevention here. - Prevention?
I want 20 serious crimes a day. I enjoy them. They pass the time.
Ovies, as well. Bollocks to prevention.
- Will you take a look at him? - Beck's the officer in charge.
I know, but he doesn't have to find out, does he?
I'm up for promotion Fitz. I'm keeping this clean.
Promotion! Oo-ooh!
I'm dumbstruck.
Well, well, well.
You can see your daughter tomorrow, hy the way.
Meanwhile consider yourself cautioned.
We're going to put you on probation for two years, Sean.
It'll take time to arrange this.
in the meantime, you're to report to your local police station every two days.
Failure to do so will result in a custodial sentence
bearing in mind the reckless nature of your action.
Bastard! That bastard Cormack!
- Hey, it's OK. - Bastard!
Have you got a problem, eh? Got some sort of a problem?
It's OK, Sean.
- Hiya! - Daddy!
How are you? Where would you like to go?
- The park. - OK.
What would you do if... if a great big dinosaur came out of that lake to eat us?
I'd say "Eat Katle first. She's young and tender as a lamb chop. I'm a stringy old T-bone steak."
You wouldn't!
No, I'd get one of those railings, sharpen it up and stab it through the heart.
- You wouldn't have time to sharpen it. - No that's true. Um...
Oh I'd do what Tarzan does.
You know when the alligators try and hite him, and they open up their jaws
and he sticks a bit of wood in, so they can't snap 'em shut? I'd do that.
No, I know what I'd do, I know what I'd do.
I'd bang it over the head with a mallet, I'd leap up and bit it over the head with a mallet,
and I'd keep leaping up, and hitting it, and hitting it
until it got smaller and smaller, and you know what it'd be then?
- What? - A tiny sore dinosaur!
- Not bad!
Da-ad!
What an interesting bell!
- Can i see Judith, please? - Come in Katie.
No, I'd like to hand over my daughter to my wife, thank you.
- Dad please. - She doesn't want to speak to you.
Goodbye.
You train that dog to bark at me quite specifically, of course, don't you?
You train it, don't you, you ill-natured old Polack bastard!
Do you mind? It's nearly mindnight!
Dad. Dad! Are you going to come inside or not?
Dad! Act you rage, not your shoe size, eh?
Would you show a bit of consideration?
That's all! A bit of consideration!
Dad, come inside, will you?
You're a bad joke! You're a really bad joke!
Jimmy Tarbuck wouldn't even use you!
Aw....
- Yeah? - Hiya.
Can I have the cups back?
The little silver cups?
Huh!
I'd be very grateful.
Who is it?.
Business!
At this hour?
What's up love?
I've got it! I've got his moneyl
Sean!
Uh...
- You... - Me?
You...I
- The things you let him do! - I didn't.
- You did! You hleeding did! - I wanted you to stop him!
I wanted you to stop him doing those things.
It's an orange Mk III Cortina...
- The body's that way miss. - Thanks.
Gas. It expands on the way down. Makes you feel as if your gullet's going to explode.
You look terrible.
If I was a house I'd be condemned.
- DS Giggs. - Yeah? How do you do?
- DS Beck. - How do you do?
- So, you work on this murder enquiry together? - That's right yeah.
- How long for? - All part of the team for as long as it takes.
Nikki Price researcher for the Lenny Lyon TV Show. DS Penhaligon.
- How do you do? - Hi.
- And Dr Edward Fitzgerald. - How do you do?
I pay Fitz a retainer. He helps me out now and again.
Right. Kevln Cormack, loan shark.
You take the wife. Tea, sympathy and everything she knows about his business.
Jimmy, door to door, both sides of the alley, statements from everyone.
- Are you all right? - Yes sir.
- Get on with it. - Yes sir.
You look worse than he does, Fitz.
It started raining about one, he was found at five.
That's four hours of rain we could have done without.
- You all right, Nlk? - Yeah I'm fine.
- Cup of tea or anything? - No, no.
What did he use?
- Brick. - Came from here.
So why didn't your husband conduct that business here?
Why was it a back alley?
Will it delay the claim?
- Insurance? - Yeah.
Posslhly. did you see this man?
No.
Did you hear him?
Yeah.
A male voice?
It was definitely a male voice?
Would you get out of my shop, please?
There's two killers. One male, one female.
The female leads him up here for sex. The male is hlding behlnd there.
He's strong. He thlnks he can kill him with his bare hands.
He has second thoughts, pulls the brick out.
Absolute bollocks!
- 45 quid. - We're conducting a murder enquiry.
Your money where your mouth is.
Giggsy.
That's where you're wrong Fitz.
Right Cormack's murdered there. Right?
You don't go up an alley to have sex, then have it in the full glow of a street lamp.
Hold that.
- It's broken. - It isn't. I checked.
Get Panhandle.
I'd like that wall checked for human hair, OK?
Right. He steps out he comes down.
Bang, bang, bang! Giggsy drops down.
He grabs his accomplice by the hand, they start running up the alley.
Do you remember the soldiers coming back from the Falklands?
Just about.
Remember all the women lining the quays, waving their knickers and bras in the alr?
Patriotism? No. Lust. Some of those men had killed and those women wanted them.
- What is death Panhandle? - The finest aphrodislac in the world, Doctor.
Right. There a button off a pair of Levi's. Somebody undid his trousers in a hurry.
There there's long strands of hair.
So what happens is, they run up the alley, they stumble and they fall.
They help each other up. They're frightened, but they're turned on, too. So - excuse me -
he pins her to the wall, he tears at his trousers, the button goes flying
and they have sex, great sex.
The earth doesn't just move, it registers 8.9 on the Richter scale
mass-evacuation-of-southern-California time!
Rip-roaring, riveting, shaking, shuddering sex.
You're sick.
8.9?
Give or take a tremor, yeah.
I'd sooner watch Arsenal!
Checked out the wife. No boyfriend, no money troubles. Uh...
there's an insurance on him, but it's shirt buttons.
He had a few bits on the side, but she knew nothing about it. She's in the clear.
Giggsy and I are checking through everyone who owed him money.
I've been upstairs to talk overtime. He's not prepared to sanction it yet.
Till it's sanctioned, we use every resource avallable to us.
Fitz is one of those resources. He's not the fount of all wisdom. Jimmy.
Jimmy. We're paying him good money, so just shut it and listen.
Right. You've all got his profile in front of you.
Study it. We're going to release it to the medla tomorrow morning. OK?
- Uh, tonight. - What?
I'm going to be talking about it on the Lenny the Lyon Show tonight.
- You're going on Lenny Lyon? - Yeah.
- She wanted me. - She must've changed her mind.
- Why? - I don't know.
Is summat tickling you Jimmy?
- Have you heard a funny joke? - No...
Listen if you've heard a funny joke, let's all hear it.
I haven't boss.
I've organised a press conference tomorrow morning. Till then keep shtum.
Don't mention it to anyone especially Lenny the Lyon.
- OK? - Right.
So what did you ask me the question for?
Because I'm interested.
You're nosey. You're voyeuristlc. You get turned on hy suffering
just like - forglve me- your brain-dead vampire audience.
So why are you here?
I'm here because I thought we were going to have an intelligent discussion.
But apparently not. You make Barrymore's show look professionall
I mean what is it with you people?
You've been queuing all day to watch this crap...
In the vague hope you mlght see yourface on television - is that it?
For God's sake!
All right. I'll tell you what you want to know.
She is young and attractive.
She'd have to be, or he wouldn't have gone up the alley with her at that time of night.
She's probably been on the game, so'll have a few convictions for soliciting.
He's young too, and very strong. He was sure he could take his victim with his bare hands.
He only picked up the brick at the very, very last minute.
He didn't mean to kill him, so it's an organised robbery and a disorganised murder.
But something happened.
Something snapped.
He's got a volatile personality, so he probably have a few convictions for violence of some sort.
And they're together, these two.
They trust each other. They're a team. They live together.
So they're probably in a bedsit, a council flat, a squat,
-something like that. -Dr Fitzgerald, thank you very much.
I'm afraid that's all we have time for.
We do hope you'll tune in tomorrow. Thank you. Good night
I'm f...
He said nothing.
I'm... I'm...f... f...
Young, strong and impuisive?
That's every bloke in here. It means nothing.
F... F...
- You're frightened. - I'm frightened.
Frightened. Frightened.
He said... He sald... He said you were on the game.
He lied.
He lied. He was winding you up.
You want to go to prison? Is that what you want?
Sh...
Is it?
Go to prison? Never see each other again? Is that what you want?
Then we stay calm right?
Sean!
They're called suckers Mum.
They don't grow flowers. They just take all the goodness out of the soll.
- Solo King. - Likes a right-hander. Good to firm.
Running at Chester.
That's a tight left-hander. Doesn't stand a chance.
That's the one I'll have then.
Mum, it doesn't stand a bloody hope in hell.
It's neverdone anything on a left-hander in its life.
You couldn't plck your nose, never mind a winner.
Ah...Just My Bill.
Just My Bill. It ran quite well last time out. Stable's coming on form.
If it gets the conditions, it stands a good chance.
Then that's the one I'll leave alone.
Ooyah! Shit! Sugar!
What is it?
A wasp bite. A bloody huge thing!
it's a tiny wee thing.
Dry it.
No on the kitchen towel, not my tea towel!
There we are.
Ta.
Did you watch it then the Lenny Lyon Show?
No, I went to the bingo.
- Lenny Lyon... did you see it? - I was out.
Ah right. Where?
At the pictures.
Who with?
A friend.
What klnd of friend?
A friendly friend.
- A male friend? - Yes.
- Graham? - Yes.
I gave you strict instructions not to talk about it!
- They'll kill again. - We don't know thatl
I know that! They screwed after they did it!
I don't have time to hang around and stroke your ego, your bloody publicity-seeking ego.
Yes!
Forensic found human hair at the scene of the crime.
It matches what we found further up the alley. Long traces of dye, probably female.
90 quid!
- Yes? - Nothing.
Fitz!
Hey Fitz, I need you.
You know, I need you. You exploit the fact that I need you.
- 90 quid. - Giggsy's still holding it.
Yeah.
S-18 to Control.
Hlde.
- Christine Brien? - Yeah?
I'm a police officer. Can I come in please?
What do you want?
Did you know a man called Kevln Cormack?
No.
I was told you knew him. Can I come in?
- I owed him money. - I know.
If you pay it back, fine. lf you don't, fine. It's no business of ours.
Thanks.
- You know Kevln Cormack was murdered? - Yeah.
- You want a coffee? - No, thanks
Sit down.
Thanks.
Can you think of anyone who'd want to kill him?
Anyone who ever met him. He was a bastard.
- I've got to ask this, Christine. You understand? - Yeah.
Where were you around midnight last night?
At my parents'.
Till...?
Till...about two.
You live alone?
You won't tell the Soche?
No.
My boyfriend stays occasionally.
- You live alone? - Yeah.
You're not married?
Divorced.
You're a bad liar.
I know.
It doesn't matter.
Oh...
I never touch 'em.
I've uh...got a problem.
My boyfriend'll be in any minute.
I don't want him to know I owed money to Cormack.
I could call back.
When?
Whenever's convenient.
Tomorrow night?
What time?
About ten?
Right.
Thanks.
See you.
I lied to him.
He'll find out I lied to him.
We've got to kill him.
We'll do it tomorrow.
I just called to say
I love you
I just called
To say
I love you
And I mean it from the bottom
Of my heart...
So why have you come to Gamblers Anonymous?
You know why I've come to Gamblers Anonymous.
Do you want to tell us something about yourself?
Well er... I was born on 19th September 1949 er...
Do you know who else was born that day? Twiggy.
Ahything eise?
There were two archaeologists dug up a mummy.
And they started to unwrap it
and this terrible face was revealed
the most depressed, angst-ridden face they'd ever seen in their lives.
They said to each other "I wonder what happened to this poor man.
Look at the state of him! I wonder what made him so miserable."
Then they realise one of his fists is clenched.
So they prise it open andt here it is: a betting sllp.
"200 quld to win Gollath."
I'm sorry. This isn't for me.
Eddie.
You're a fool.
What happens...
if your horse passes that one on the rail?
Huh? And wins at a canter?
200 smackers on the nose.
Cocaine, heroin they all cost you money.
But to gamble and win, that buzz, that leap-and-punch-the-air-and-scream buzz,
and 200 smackers on top?
There is nothing like it on this earth.
Eh? I was right.
I've got a bit of paper in my hand that says I was right.
I weighed up the odds, I studled the form
and I was right.
I got to do what I don't do at work,
down at the factory, down at the shop, down at the bloody dole.
I used this and I was right.
And I know about the lows. Oh yes.
Peaks and troughs, mountains and valleys.
Give me that any day to that long, straight, flat, boring road run hy the likes of him.
OK. Kempton Park, and it's...
even money spades, hearts and diamonds 3-1,
5-1 on clubs. L2 mlnlmum, L10 max.
Come on what are you waiting for?
How long's it been eh? How long's it been since your hands were trembling
and your heart was pounding and your bowe is turned to ice?
How long since you were last alive? Come on!
- it's a sprint seven furlongs. - Evens.
Five of clubs!
This is mainline stuff. Come on. Feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
One in the eye for the puritans, one in the eye for that smarmy bastard!
"How did it go, dear?."
"Very well. I told them about my dreadful addiction and I won 200 smackers!"
Come on, the white flag's up. Under starter's orders.
- You all right? - All right.
Sillcone implants?
- You're disgusting. - We're happy.
- No they're real. - What size?
36?
It's not the numberst hat are important, it's the letters. They give the cup size.
- Numbers have got to have some relevance. - Only if you're playing bingo.
He's blg. He's strong.
You're stronger.
He's... He's young.
I could kill him.
Why can't it be him, the one with the tash?
Graham.
Listen er...fancy coming for a pint?
I must say, you're handling this very well. As one pro to another, I'm lmpressed.
Thank you.
I've got a wife, a famlly, a home, a job I've always wanted to do.
I don't gamble cos there's a void in my life.
I see.
I'd have said something different there. Something provocative. "Bulishit." Anything.
But I'm not a psychologist.
I have this gift, you see, Graham.
I can talk to somebody for five minutes
and zoom right in there - I can see what's going on in there.
You want me to ask you what you see.
You want me to tell you what I see.
All right. What do you see?
"He asked, determined to be cool, regardless of the answer."
I see a man who'd like to get into my wife's knickers.
Wrong.
So. Why do you gamble?
- What's your motive there? - I can't help noticing you changed the suhject.
- Why do you gamble? - Cos I'm bored, that's why.
And your motive in talking to me like this?
You want me to say "He disrupted the meeting Judith,
but he spoke to me in private afterwards"?
Something like that, yeah.
I won't do it, Fitz.
Look, I can't promise to stop, but I will try.
You believe in safe sex, Graham?
Screwng my wife could be extremely dangerous.
It could severely damage your health.
The man's dead. People aren't going to rush forward to say they owed him money.
Who have you seen?
His family, his boozing partners. But people who actually owed him money?
- Six. - Seven. I'm seeing two more today.
Forensic?
Not a lot after four hours of rain. Lipstick on his shirt.
- The wife's? - Uh-uh. I checked.
- Jesus. - That was a bit delicate.
- Files open. - Wey-hey.
- Nothing eise? - No.
You know what the problem is? Everybody hated him.
They either hated him because they hated him, or because they owed him money,
but everybody hated him, everybody wanted him dead.
Does that piercing insight get us anywhere?
No.
- Keep me posted. - We're er...
I'll see you over there.
- Can I have a minute? - Yeah, of course.
- How are you getting on with Giggsy? - Fine.
He is a good copper.
- There's nothing you need? - A bit of luck.
Has Fitz been any use?
Some.
Do you see a lot of him?
It's platonic.
- Don't tell him a thing he doesn't need to know. - I never do.
- Is that it? - No.
You made an application for promotion. I've got to do a report.
Yeah.
Don't you think you're jumping the gun a bit?
I mean, six months, possibly. A year, no problem.
OK.
Fine.
Panhandle?
Penhaligon. Penhaligon, you arrogant lump of lard! Penhaligon!
Something's upset you. I can always tell.
There you are.
Sorry.
It's all right.
On the wagon?
Yeah. It's a kind of bumpy road, though. I keep falling off.
He's right, you know.
I know the system. I've applied too soon.
But?
Oh, stop it.
Are you having one?
- No, thanks. - Oh, go on. Have one, for God's sake.
But...the system's for other people. If you're special, it doesn't apply to you, right?
Jimmy? Phone. Right.
Yeah? Yeah?
Yes!
They've used his credit card. Brilliant
- I... - We're going to kill a policeman.
I who have nothing...
People thlnk that's worse than killing an ordinary person.
Why?
- It's self-defence. - And want you so
I'm just a no-one
- If we don't kill him we'll be put away for life. - With nothing to give you but oh...
- So it's self-defence. - I love you
He, he buys you diamonds...
You see a life sentence is worse for us than for ordinary people.
- We love each other. - But believe me...
We love each other more than any two people have ever loved each other.
If we're separated from each other we'll die.
- I love you - So it's self-defence.
This is the sort.
Could you get a description of all the people who bought one?
You're joking. We've sold about 100 in the last few days.
Special offer. They got Jeremy Beadle up to launch it.
- And that? - That's no good either.
The tape rewinds every two hours. Buy now while stocks last.
Thanks.
5-2 now. Hazy Keg, 4-1 from 7-2 Suprise Offer, 5-1, 7-1 bar.
Funny old market, a little bit on the weak side.
- thought todag... - You bugger!.
So Young
Because we're young
What is this?
- What is this? - A T-shlrt?
What are these? What are these little holes?
- is this a trick question? - No.
Well I'd say they're little holes.
Look I buy you these. I pay for these.
You're smoking some sort of dope and dropping it all over your kit.
I've had it ages.
You're so far off your cake you don't see you're doing it!
- I don't know what you're talking about. - Look muggins here pays for these OK?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - If you're under my roof obey my rules.
- Yeah. - Now just get rid of it
You can smoke dope when you prove to me you can handle it.
- That is one of my rules - Right. Yeah.
Says the man who's pissed out of his head every night.
Says the man who's pickling his brains in booze.
Yeah.
- Do you want a cup of tea? - Yeah.
- Dope. - There are worse things.
- No a lot of dope. - Talk to him.
I've tried but we always end up screaming at each other. You know what it's like.
Oh I know what it's like.
- What do you mean you know what it's like? - Can you get rid of that for me?
- You'll drive off. - I won't.
What do you mean you know what it's like?
Can I have the keys please?
What do you mean?
You're a psychologist. You analyse people's problems. You solve their relationships.
Yet you're utterly incapable of talking to your son.
You don't talk, you spar.
I'm not a mother, I'm a bloody referee. That's what I mean.
- I'll book a table... - I'm going out.
- With Graham? - Yes. Let go.
- I can't make any promises I can't keep. OK? - Let go. I'm not listening to you.
- If I listen... - I'll cut down on booze and gambling.
- I won't let that happen! - Right?
I won't make promises I can't keep. I'm not a hypocrite.
- You like that about me! - You're wasting your breath! Let go!
I love you!
I love you! Christ!
Do you want a lift?
Thlnk about testicles.
I do nothing but.
- Look Cormack's testicles were crushed. Right? - Right.
- Why? - You tell me.
Sexual rage!
Sexual rage. Look I'll explain it over dinner.
- We're going for a drink. - No, we're not.
-I've got summat on. Business. - What sort of business?
A mind-your-own sort of business.
- With Emma? - No.
- Well? - OK. Get in.
He's a nice boy really.
I want you to know that I'd never pressurise you.
Well even that's a lie.
My not pressurising you will pressurise you.
God relationships are so bloody difficult, aren't they?
I know what you're saying.
It's up to you how far our relationship goes,
where it goes, how long it lasts.
- Are you OK?. - My husband's here.
Evening.
- What's the big idea? - I beg your pardon?
- Excuse me. - Madam?
- Would you put them somewhere else, please? - The lady wants you to move.
- Do I know her? - He knows me. I'm his wife.
Actually I'm a psychologist. It's very sad. She's one of my patients.
I'm not his patient I'm his wife.
Oh yes. I'm sorry. I didn't recognise you without the strait jacket.
Would you please put them somewhere eise?
Ask yourself would I bring my mistress to a restaurant
and hung her down at a table next to my wife?
I'll have a large Scotch and dry please.
- You darling? - No thanks.
Actually could I have um... a large jug of water with ice, please?
Excuse me...
- Who told you I was here? - Nobody.
- You just walked in off the street? - Yeah.
"Of all the gin joints in all the world... "
isn't this a bit adolescent?
Could we have the bill please?
- Is everything all right, sir? - No, it isn't.
Anglo-Saxon foreplay.
Go to my bedroom. If I'm not there in half an hour carry on without me.
Keeps on happening doesn't it, Doctor Fitzgerald?
Last bets.
Thank you.
Place your bets now, please.
OK, place your bets.
There you go.
11, black.
Bad luck.
Bar me, George.
I can't do it, Fitz.
You're barred.
Goodbye.
You'll have to take your clothes off.
Or you'll get blood on them. Evidence.
He's coming to screw me, Sean!
I'll keep 'em on right?
I'll burn 'em. I'll burn them afterwards, right?
- Sorry. - So you should be.
Any chance of a coffee?
Oh, a very slim one.
Please.
- You used me. - Well. I didn't mean to.
I knew she was going out. I didn't think she'd use that restaurant.
Sentimental reasons, Penhaligon. I thought you'd be amused.
What?
Well you know what the Chlnese say, don't you?
What's that funny smell?
Oh, God.
Fitz!
Oh!
What do they say the Chinese?
They say you can appreciate the beauty of a tiger even when it leaps to devour you.
- Bull...shit! - No.
Detachment. No matter what situation you're in, if you're detached and objective enough,
you'll find it fascinating.
I did not find it fascinating. I found it embarrassing. It made me angry.
That's cos you weren't detached enough, cos you fancy me too much.
That Chlnese tiger's got more chance than you Fitz.
What were you trying to achieve?
- You want the truth? - It would make a refreshing change.
it's the sort of thing I'd do years ago.
Impulse, risk, intuition. That's what she liked about me then.
Of course, you're besotted with me, Panhandle so this may come as a bit of a shock,
but I do not have the ideal physique.
Love is blind.
But I did have this and the gift of the gab. And I took risks.
You're 44 now, Fitz.
So I am.
Lend me a fiver for a taxi.
Yeah.
Shall I call one for you?
Uh...no that's all right. I'll get one in the street.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
You're welcome to stay.
I wasn't going to ask till I was sure.
I didn't want to compllcate things even further.
What sure... about us?
No. I mean yes. But I've always been sure.
I mean me personally but um...
..till I was sure that you and Judith had burnt your bridges.
Well, we haven't.
- What made you think we had? - Get your taxi, Fitz.
No, please, tell me.
- What made you think we'd burnt our bridges? - Get your taxi.
You just can't see it, can you?
- What? - Fitz, you've driven her into bed with him.
Shit!
Oi! Piss off!.
Hiya.
All right?
- Yeah. You come by car? - Yeah.
- You didn't leave it down there? - Up a slde street.
Which one?
Sylvester Street.
- You can't be too careful. - I know.
Ta.
What's the rush? We've got all nlght.
No need to rush. We've got all night.
Oh! I've got a surprise for you.
Now keep 'em shut.
Keep 'em shut.
Come on, Sean.
Grab it.
What do you think I'm doing?
Penhaligon.
- I don't believe it! - What?
I said, I don't believe it.
What?
What do you not believe?
Judith and that slimy little shit!
Go to sleep, Fitz.
Why did you say it, then? There was no need to say anything.
Go to sleep you self-centred bloody...
You can't see what's right under your bloody nose!
You've got a bloody cheek to talk about instinct and intuition and crap like that.
You can't see what's happening right under your bloody nose!
You've spralned it.
You shouldn't have bit him so hard.
Shall we go to bed?
Yeah?
Where?
15 mlnutes.
Don't get mat, get even. How do we get even? We catch the bastard.
How do we catch the bastard? We stay calm, rational.
We don't run about like headless chickens.
We don't go after revenge. That would just balls things up.
- Listen. Are you hearing what I'm saying? - I'm hearing what you're saying.
Look, your boss brought me here, OK?
Better leave the tape for the lab boys, George.
- Are you OK? - Yes.
Does Emma know?
- Is that his wife? - Yeah.
The Chief Super's going to tell her. He wants you there.
- Hey, you worked with the guy. - I'm not complalning.
They've got a son at Scarborough, a trainee chef. Can I tell herwe'll send a car to fetch him?
Yes.
- That's Panhandle. Who's the bloke? - Don't know.
No cash.
Go on, say it.
- Say what? - He was holding our bet.
That's the last thing on my mind.
Ah. Condoms.
Did he have children?
I don't know. Jlmmy?
Three, I think. I'm not sure.
Penhaligon'll know.
- You wanted to see me. - Yeah. Sit down.
- How did she take it? - She turned cartwheeis.
I'm sorry.
- You know her well? - Yeah.
A friend?
I like to think so.
Do they have kids?
You know she's got klds.
Just wasn't sure of the ages.
Peter's 16. He's in Scarborough. Tony's 15, Joanna's 14.
- Is she on the pill? - At 14 years of age?
Her mother. Giggs's wife.
Emma. She's called Emma.
Is Emma on the pill?
What's going on?
We found these in Giggsy's wallet.
So?
Is that what they used?
Yeah!
- For 15 years? - Well, not the same packet.
You're lying.
- Can I go now please? - No.
lt could have been you.
lt was only Giggsy cos Giggsy made the call.
He knocks on the door. She asks him in. There's a little chat, probably a lot of thigh.
She asks him back at night. Giggsy can't believe his luck.
He's at the chemist's buying a packet of three while the other bastard's flexing his muscles.
From what you know of Giggs, is that a realistic scenario, DS Penhallgon?
I know why you won't answer.
Because you don't want Emma to find out he was playing around.
Well, that's fine. She won't.
- Is that a promise? - Yeah.
It's a realistic scenario, yeah.
Emma and Giggsy didn't need condoms. He had a vasectomy years ago.
He must have been worried about getting a dose from the bitch.
If you don't report, they'll come round here and arrest you.
If you don't report, the magistrate'll change his mind.
You won't get probation, you'll get sent down. Is that what you want?
C-c-c-c-c-c....
I can't come with you.
Gentlemen.
I've got a carbonised willy.
Young man. Elght pints of lager.
Stands on the edge of the platform, pees onto the track. It hits the live rail.
The current passes up through the arc of urine, kills him stone dead.
Voila!
Now, with your victim...
..at first sight it seems a typical sustained, frenzied attack.
The first blows landed on the victlm's arms, hence the bruises.
- The victim dropped his... - Giggs.
- Sorry? - He's not the victim. He's Giggs.
He's a policeman called Giggs, right?
I don't want to make a song and dance about it, but this is no bloody civilian.
He's a police officer called Giggs.
- Have you got that? - Point made.
He's not the victim. We'll have less of the victim.
- He's a policeman... - Point made, Jimmy.
Very well. But not so frenzied.
Seven blows in succession landed on the same spot in the skull.
No doubt about it, the intention was to kill.
Is everybody ready?
What do you think you're doing?
Heyl What do you think...?
We understand you were with Detective Sergeant Giggs on the night he died.
- Stop it! - Behave yourself will you?
He hasn't done anything! Leave him!
Leave him!
- Can we have some trousers for your husband? - Oh, get stuffed!
Do anything like that again, you're out on your ear. Understand?
- That goes for everybody. - We're pissed off hanging around!
- We'll crack it as a team! - Do you know what I mean?
We're pissed off with the scientific approach!
Every member of the team knows what everyone's doing!
- We find everyone Giggsy saw! - No mavericks!
- Five in the morning, we pull them in here! - We've got a bloody maverick!
- We keep them in here! - You want to be a bloody maverick!
Everybody else is a member of a team, right?
Will you get out please, Fitz? Glve us a couple of minutes. Thank you.
Dawn raids, right?
- Dawn raids on everyone Giggsy saw! - He's made a complalnt!
We've got to waste precious bloody time, dealing with a complalnt!
Giggsy'd be cursing you Jlmmy! He'd be cursing you!
K-k-k-k-k-k-k-k....
- Kerrigan. - Kerrigan.
It's sprained?
Your wanking hand, too! Tsk, tsk.
- How's Tina? - F-f-f-f-f...
- Fine. - F-fine.
He... He...
- What's wrong? - He knows.
Who?
Fitz. That bastard from the TV. He knows.
- How? - He just knows.
Tape's back from Forensic.
- Is this Giggsy's stuff? - Yeah.
- We invite them all into the office. - Right.
Right? We even offer to send a car.
If they don't... We only go to them if they won't come to us.
If they want a lawyer, they get a lawyer.
We owe it to Giggsy to do it right. We all feel that.
I know how you feel. Right?.
We owe it Giggsy to make it watertight.
These are the names of the people.
- We're going to kill a policeman. - Boss.
I who have nothing
People think that's worse than killing an ordinary person.
Why?
It's self-defence. If we don't kill him, we'll be put away for life.
- With nothing to give you, but oh - So, it's self-defence.
You see, a life sentence is worse for us than for ordinary people.
We love each other.
We love each other more than ang two people have ever loved each other.
If we're separated from each other, we'll die.
Sean Kerrigan.
So it's self-defence.
Hear what I say
- He can give you all, but he'll never love you... - Self-defence.
Make way!
Right, this is it.
You said James Dean.
I wasn't far wrong, was I?
Right. I don't want anybody in here unless it's essentlal. Get Forensic down.
Everybody out!
- We'll sit here and wait for 'em to come home. - I don't think they're going to come home.
That's what I like about you, Fitz. Your optimism. It's your most endearing quality.
So we've got ID on Kerrigan, a photograph as well. Nothing on the girl.
We had Kerrigan. Beck let him go.
You had him in custody!
For taking and driving away, sir, that's all.
Fitz recommended a psychiatric!
I don't recall that, sir. Did he put it in writing?
- You were there. - I don't recall, sir.
Well, Fitz spoke of prevention. DS Beck said, "Bollocks to prevention!"
I don't recall, sir.
Hell hath no fury.
If that conversation did take place, Dr Fitzgerald would have every right to say, "I told you so".
He's obviously dying to say, "I told you so",
- so let's just assume... - That's enough!
Let's hear him say it!
We're the ones who've lost a friend, but to hell with that,
because Dr Fitzgerald wants to say, "I told you so"!
- Have you finished? - I can recall no such conversation, sir.
Will that be all, sir?
No. Get out.
If what Fitz says is right, you must be feeling terrible.
There's counselling.
Will you offer Beck counselling?
Beck doesn't need it.
- But I do? - Not because...
You've lost a close colleague.
Counselling can help. It's standard procedure these days.
- It'll go on my record. - It won't.
They'll say ,"The job's got to her."
It hasn't. It's not the job. I can do my job as well as anyone.
- As well as Beck. - I know that.
It's not the job.
I've lost a friend.
I cried when I lost my father. There were coppers there.
I cried in front of them all.
Did they say the job was getting to me then?
Of course they didn't.
They said I cried because I lost my father.
It's the same now.
I've lost Giggsy. I've lost a friend.
I'm crying because I've lost a friend. It's nothing to do with the job.
I can do my job as well as anyone in this nick.
Shit.
This is not the job. It is really not the job.
My wife's pregnant.
Is she?
Two months.
What do you waht?
Oh anything.
But if it's a girl,
I'd like her to grow up to be the total bloody opposite of you.
Oh, when the saints
Go marching in
Oh when the saints...
Don't gamble it. Collect, collect!
You'll end up with a snake and lose the lot. Take the bloody money.
Throw the dice. Two, one. Down you go again. I know this machine. It always happens.
You should have taken the money when you had the chance.
- Right. You play it! - I never touch 'em.
..are paved with gold
Up where the streets are paved with gold
Oh, yes, I want to be in that number...
- You were on the telly, weren't you? - Yeah.
Oh, I'm... Michelle.
- Can I buy you a drink? - Sure.
A bottle of dry cider. What can I get you?
Douhle Scotch and dry.
- So, why criminal psychology? - Vlolence interests me.
- Are you from round here? - Yeah.
- Leafy suhurbia? - Yeah. Hale.
Oh Hale? They pick their nose with a hanky in Hale, don't they?
Yeah.
So why did you go to university here?
- Why didn't you go away? - I didn't want to.
- You can't stand your parents. - I didn't say that!
You didn't have to.
- No. Well, my boyfriend lives here. - Oh?
- Yeah? What does he do? - He's on the dole.
Mummy and Daddy wouldn't like that.
So how did you draw up that profile?
- How long have you known him? - 18 months.
And what makes you so sure you're right?
Well, I'm not really.
- Who killed JFK? - Lee Harvey Oswald.
- John Lennon? - Mark Chapman.
Now you see the point I'm trying to make?
Uh, no.
It takes years to bring up a child.
That child's got a bit of talent,
goes off to Hamburg, works all the hours God sends honing his talent.
He comes home, writes some really beautiful songs and becomes world-famous.
And then one day, some headcase blows him away.
And what happens? He becomes famous. Right?.
And then... some people who are perhaps a little wet behind the ears like yourself,
queue up to buy the book, right?
Two headcases killing for fun. The sooner they're locked up and forgotten, the better.
That's my thesis. That's my...profile. Of that I'm certain. The rest's just guesswork.
- My boyfriend, he's in London right now. - Uh-huh?
He's got the chance of a job.
So you're on your own?
Yeah. I don't mind that, though.
I've got plenty of work to do.
- On your thesis? - Yeah.
I hope you don't mind me asking, but would you read it?
Yeah.
I mean, tonight.
Could be a bit awkward.
It's only 6,000 words.
I've got a car outside. I could drive us there.
I'm tempted.
I'd be very grateful.
- I'll make a phone call. - Right.
We'll Meet Agaln
Fitz.
- There you go. - Thanks.
- Do you like Peter Falk? - Columbo? Yeah.
Well, I reckon he did his best work for John Cassavettes. Did you see Husbands?
No.
- Badlands? - He wasn't in Badlands.
- Wasn't he? Are you sure? - I'm positive.
Oh.
Well you see uh... I'm kinda confused here.
Yeah, because um...
You're in your third year at college, right, doing your third-year thesis. Am I right?
- That was good. - Yeah. Right.
And um...you told me you'd known Sean for 18 months.
- Who's Sean? - Your boyfriend.
- I didn't say his name was Sean. - Oh, did you not?
You did say you didn't wanna go away to college cos you didn't wanna leave your boyfriend.
Now, I'm confused here now, because...
you hadn't even met then.
And other things, Tina.
Mlchelle.
You bought me a double Scotch and dry without so much as a cough, on a grant?
You're not a student.
You don't look like a student. You've got failure oozing out of every pore.
Resentment. And you certalnly don't dress like a student.
This is Detective Sergeant Jane Penhallgon.
Tlna Brien, I'm arresting you
for the murders of Kevin Cormack and DS George Giggs.
You do not have to say anything, but anything you do say will be taken down.
Do you understand?
This is the money you took off Giggs.
90 quld of it's mine. OK?
Will you come with me, please, Tina?
Stup-Stupid...
- Here she comes. - Bitch.
- Bitch! - Murdering cow.
Murdering bitch.
Anticipation's nine-tenths of the pleasure, so I'm gonna look after you.
Nobody's gonna touch you. I'm going to do everything strictly by the book.
I'm anticipating sitting in on the last day of your trial with Giggsy's wife,
listening to the judge give you life, with a recommendation for 30 years.
I'm anticipating that with a certain amount of relish, you murdering bitch.
Oi! That's my bloody car here!
I'm sorry, Fitz, I'm...going to have to let you go.
Upstairs, Downstairs.
- Sorry? - Oh, it's silly.
It's just that...whenever they were going to sack one of the servants in Upstairs, Downstairs,
they used to say, "I'm very sorry, we'll have to let you go",
as if the servant was straining at the leash,
and poor old Hannah Gordon was hanging on for dear life,
but she was knackered and had to let them go.
Yeah, my mother liked that one.
You're sacking me. Why don't you just say it?
Well I'm sacking you. I'm sorry.
How sorry? This sorry? That sorry?
Lose-a-nlght's-sleep sorry?
Go-home-and-top-yourself sorry? Divide-up-your-salary-and-give-me-half sorry?
- It's not a question of money. This job... - No, no.
- You can pay me if I do nothing. I'm not proud. - That's Impossible, I'm afraid.
- Why me? - Well it's nothing personal, Fitz.
- Are you married? - Yes.
- Kids? - One.
That's nice. I've got two.
Mortgaged up to the hilt, in debt up to the eyes.
I owe more than the bloody Third World!
I've got Barclays worried sick. If I go, they go.
You think I'm just going to creep home and say that I've been sacked?
Well, no sir, I will not do it!
No. No.
I'm going to splatter my brains all overyour nice clean office wail!
I'm going to take you with me. Eh?
You first then me. But then you'd miss it.
You wouldn't see, would you?
You wouldn't see what you do to a 44-year-old man
when you throw him on the scrapheap with three million people out of work, would you?
Well I'll show you! This is what happens! This!
Comments?
He didn't handle it very well, really, did he, hm? Eispeth?
Interview commences 0900.
DCI Bilborough, DS Penhaligon, WPC Hartley, PC Johnson
and the suspect, Tina Brien, who's been cautioned.
We've got Sean.
Connery?
Kerrigan.
Well done.
You're not doing yourself much good here, Tlna. We're videoing this interview.
- Couldn't care less what you think. - It can be shown to a jury.
- I couldn't care less. - I don't think they will be too impressed.
- He says it's all your doing. - Who?
- Sean. - Who's Sean?
We know you spoke to DS Giggs. We can prove he was murdered in your flat.
We can prove you owed money to Cormack.
They're going to crucify you, Tlna.
Sean they will understand. A male. Violence comes natural.
But a woman?
They will crucify you because you're a woman. And I don't think that's fair.
I don't want to see that happen.
It was all Sean's doing, wasn't it?
Sean...who?
- What age are you, Tina? - 20.
- Do I seem old to you? - Yeah.
Yeah, when I was your age, anyone 40 was ancient,
and anyone 50 was decrepit.
Anyone 60 should have been humanely gassed.
Yeah?
If you're a good girl and keep that gob of yours shut,
and let the dykes in Holloway do what they want to you and never complain,
you'll be six, seven... eight years older than I am now when you get out.
You'll be dead!
She's terrified.
Get rid of her.
- Panhandle? - Get rid of her.
Don't you like her?
- Get rid of her. - Why don't you like her?
- Can I have one? - Yeah.
Is she a bit of a John Lennon to your Mark Chapman? Is that it?
A bit of talent and achievement that you'd like to blow away?
She's a detectlve sergeant. Next year she'll be an inspector.
That's an achievement, believe me. For a woman in the police force, that is achievement.
That's hard work, dedication, stamina,
and ten years of sleeping with the right people.
She's staying.
- Where's Sean? - Under arrest.
You know he's not. Come on.
Do you thik he'd kill agaln? Hypothetically speaking, of course.
- Hypothetically speaking? - Yeah.
I don't even know this guy and I'm speaking hypothetically?
Mm-hm.
Mmm! Yeah.
I think he'd kill again.
But you won't be there this time.
Why let innocent people die whan you won't be there to enjoy it?.
Tell me where Sean is.
What's your favourite bit of Bonnie and Clyde?
- Neverseen it. - You have.
- Part where they look at each other. - Before they die?
- Yeah. - Brililant, after all they've been through.
And they just look at each other, and relive every moment,
then die in a hail of bullets.
God...
I cried!
I did, really. I cried. Did you cry?
- Yeah. - You did? You cried?
I cried.
"The bit where they look at each other before they die."
Ha!
- And the birds take off. - Right.
They know what's going to happen, and then they die. God, I wept buckets.
I wept buckets.
I thought it was one of the worst moments in the entire history of Hollywood.
I wept buckets for all the victims and all the families of the victims.
You see, I've been to their homes, Tina. I've seen it.
I've seen what violent death does in a family. The grief the numbness, the bitterness.
I've seen them trying to imagine what they went through in their last moments.
I've seen that grief, you stupid little bitch.
It's always caused hy empty-headed, self-centred, sentimental pieces of shit like you!
Don't you bloody dare!
You know nothing about me!
Tell me, then. Tell me everything there is to know.
Tell me what makes you tick. I'm sure it'll take all of 15 seconds.
Do I think he's going to kill again?
I know he's going to kill again.
I know who he's going to kill.
Hello. Fitz here.
F-F-F...
Hello? Hello?
- This is Fitz. - Dad!
Oh my God!
He's all right.
- What is it? - Appendix.
Oh!
Don't...
- Can we see him? - No, he's still in theatre. Where's Katie?
She's asleep at Dad's.
Last time I saw him, he was holding his side. I knew there was something wrong.
- There's a caff down there. - Oh, I don't want anything.
I could do with a smoke.
- I'll wait here. - Well I've told them we'll be there.
They've sald they'll give us any news.
If you want a clgarette, go and have a cigarette. I'm waiting here.
This corridor is 17 shoes...
..by 18,
which means that if I wanted to cover the whole floor, it would take 603 pairs.
If I wanted to stack 'em from floor to celling... And why wouldn't I?
..it'd take 2,428.
Come home.
Don't you darel
What?
- Don't you dare take advantage of this. - I'm not.
I wanted one concession, one tiny concession.
You do not gamble.
- I'll try. - No, forget try.
- You do not gamble! - Oh, you want me to tell you lies?
Is that it? Hm? Ah.
Right, I'll tell you lies.
- I promise I'll never gamble again, dear. - Oh.
Do you want me to go down on my knees?
- I want you to mean it. - I'm down on my knees.
Do you want to hear the cliches? Hm?
"Life has no meaning without you."
"I love you more than life itself."
"We'll head 'em off at the pass."
"The only good Injun's a dead Injun."
"It's quiet...
too quiet."
How are you?
Better than an hour ago.
- And your appendix? - They took it out.
- They found a blbliography? - Ha!
Don't make me laugh.
Last time I saw you, you had pains in your side.
They came and went. I thought nothing of it.
Mum, do you think they'll give it to me?
You could ask them, I suppose.
- I'm gonna take 20 Benson and Hedges. - Just a minute mate. I'm busy, right?
- I'm gonna take 20 Benson and Hedges! - I'll get it for you in a minute, Pavarotti.
- I want 20 Benson and Hedges. I want 'em, now! - Look, leave it out, mate.
- I want 20 Benson and Hedges, now! - Look, just slow down and ask!
Hey! Leave it, mate. I'll call the police.
Just leave it! Look, just ask and you'll receive.
Agh!
Ugh! Agh! Aargh!
All right, lads.
Thank you. Come on. Move back now, please.
I've told you before, you'll get plenty of chances to get some pictures later on.
Ruptured spleen, fractured skull, every rib broken.
Tlna's known to Sheffield police. They're faxing some stuff.
The boss wants you to have an other go at her when it arrives.
- Aim? - To find him.
No. To find him before he kllis agaln.
Method?
I've given out a name, a description and the fact that he stutters.
Every time he's been spotted I've followed it up.
If there's anything eise I can do, I would like to hear about it, sir.
This girl, Tlna?
Fitz is going to have another go at her.
What do you aim to get out of her?
How far did your wife go on her second date?
You'd better be good.
There's a bond between them, sir. Fitz will try to break that bond.
If he does, she might tell us where Sean is.
I'll speak to the media.
I could handle that, sir.
Christine Brien. More juvenile convictions than the Artful Dodger.
Three convictions for soliciting.
Panhandle hates prostitutes.
I'm not surprised. Who'd pay for that?
20 quld a time, though, eh?
What's 20 quid, Tina, when you can have a man by the balls for the rest of his life?
Half his income, half his house, half his life?
She despises you. She thinks you sell it cheap. Affirmative?
Affirmative.
Does Sean know?
First chance I get, I'm telling him.
- Why? - Just for the thrill.
Is this some kind of double act?
- I wrote these. - Who's a clever boy, then?
I was wrong to say you should be locked up and forgotten. I'd like to write a book about you.
Immortality, that's what we all want. No shame in that.
What sort of book?
A book about you.
About how you grew up, how you met Sean...
..how it felt to kill.
- Tell me about Mummy and Daddy. - No.
Brook Road, Hale. A nice mlddle-class house. Where did they go wrong?
I didn't ask to be born to them.
Did they ignore you?
No. They talked. They never stopped bloody talking to me!
- And you didn't like that? - No.
- Where's Sean? - I've no idea.
Do you like yourself, Tina?
How many times is it you've tried to kill yourself now?
L20 a time. That's all your body's worth. Hmm?
You despise it.
Your body, your soul
you despise.
All those thoughts in your head, all those evil twisted thoughts, you despise.
And you despise Sean, don't you?
Hm? What kind of man could love anybody
so evil and twisted and worthless as you?
- Why did you buy the camcorder? - What camcorder?
Did you film yourselves making love?
- I've no idea what you're talking about. - Sex and death, that's what I'm talking about.
You kill Giggs. You're hot, you're lustful, you do it right there and then.
Not terribly romantlc, really, is it?
More a run-of-the-mill sex murder, I'd say.
Did you shut that out of your mind? Did you and Sean discuss it?
Did it bother you?
Do you get off on this kind of crap?
It did bother you.
Here's something more to despise about your self.
Let me put your mind at ease.
it's nature. Whenever we experience death at close quarters,
nature sends all these little messages down our body, that say:
"Death is all around, rampant. Make more babies. Make more babies."
Does that make you feel better?
I understand these things. I know how you feel. I can help you.
Nobody's born like this.
Things happened to you that made you like this. I won't let anyone judge you.
They have not got the right. They've not been through the things you've been through.
I can help you.
I can make you like yourself.
- Wouldn't that be nice? - Yeah...
To like yourself?
But you have to trust me.
You have to prove to me that you trust me.
Tell me where Sean is.
I was born to be a dog.
What do you think you're doing?
What's going on? What do you want?
H-H-How long?
What?
Will you please get out of my house?
How long have you lived here?
Use the phone in the lounge.
- How long? - We... We've only just moved in.
- Is it Mark? - No, he's fine. I need to talk to you.
Well, we've got to go to Hale now.
I really need to talk to you, Fitz.
There's a room just along here.
I want to come home, Fitz.
But there's something you should know.
- About Graham? - Yes.
I don't want to know.
I'm not coming back under false pretences.
- Total honesty. Everything out in the open. - Don't give me that bulishit.
You've done something to hurt me. OK. I know nothing about it. It can't hurt me.
But it's eating away at your conscience.
You need to get it off your conscience. You.
- Pure bloody selfishness! I'm not listening. - You're doing it again.
You're twisting everything I say. Every single word.
You want honesty? I'll give you honesty.
I don't want to know, OK?
Graham and I...
Beautiful dreamer...
..we had sex.
Dewdrops are waiting
- Awake unto me... - Graham and I had sex, Fitz.
- After the restaurant? - Yes.
At his place?
Emotional masochism.
The more you know, the more it hurts, but you can't stop. It's like picking a scab.
- At his place? - Yes.
He played it just right, didn't he? Mm?
Not a word of criticism about me, all the way back.
- Left that to you, am I right? - That's about right.
Yeah. Displacement.
Flrst: emotional masochism. Second phase: displacement.
The need to blame the man.
I tell all my patients, "He didn't rape your wife. She did it willingly. You can't blame the man."
You can't.
I'm sorry.
Phase three, and this is a killer. sexual insecurity. Was he better than me?
- Fitz. - Did you reach orgasm?
N... Please, stop this.
Come, Mrs Fitzgerald, don't be coy.
Tell the ladies and gentlemen, was he better than me?
No.
- Did you reach orgasm? - No!
I don't believe you.
Phase four:
Complete refusal to believe anything your partner says or has said.
You scour your memory for all the other times it might have happened.
- For God's sake, Fitz! - You look at your chlldren
and wonder if they're really yours.
Phase five: the thirst for revenge.
Physical revenge against the man, sexual revenge against the woman.
I've got to go to Hale.
Phase six: the need to rape, to claim her back, to brand her again as your own...
..something Neanderthal and primitive.
God, I can't bear to look at you!
Did you sleep with him? As in spend the nlght?
No.
I don't believe you. I can't believe you.
We had sex. I got dressed. I went home.
You were right, Fitz. He played it perfectly.
He was so bloody politically correct,
so smooth about it all, I nearly didn't go through with it.
But I'd made up my mind, in the restaurant.
You know what we were to you in that restaurant?
Your audience.
Well, no, Fitz.
I had a part to play as well.
- Can I say I told you so? - No!
- If it's any consolation... - It isn't.
- Excuse me. - Yes?
- Are Mr and Mrs Brien here? - Yes.
- Are you Tlna's sister? - Who are you?
I'm a police officer. Dr Fitzgerald here is a psychologist.
I'm Tina's sister, yeah.
What's she done now?
He had a stutter. He wanted to know how long we'd lived here, but couldn't get the words out.
I had a girlfriend like that once.
- By the time she said "no"... - Ahem.
- How long have you lived here? - We've only just moved in.
Your parents are outside.
- Is she there? - Sammy?
- Yeah. - You didn't say she was blind.
- Is she there? - No.
She hates you.
Mutual.
What went wrong?
I didn't ask to be born.
I was born because my sister was blind.
They needed a guide dog.
They say they gave you every bit of love they gave Sammy.
Bollocks!
Can I show them in?
Third year report.
The teacher wrote, I had no personality.
He was right.
She's...
..got all my personality.
She was blind.
She got all the fuss.
All the attention.
She only had to twitch and I was there.
Oh, I'd get a pat on the back.
I'd... I'd hear them tell their friends how devoted I was to Sammy...
..what a good little doggy I was.
So...
- ..you were her eyes? - Yeah.
- You had to describe everything to her? - Yeah.
And your parents expected this?
Yeah.
- They thought it would do you good. - I know.
Mm. Expand your vocabulary, increase your powers of description...
- I've heard these excuses. - Well.
At 13 you were top of the English class.
- Maybe they were right. - They were wrong.
You turned 13. Suddenly you're at the bottom. What happened?
I got bored with it.
You got sick of it.
You got slck to the very soul of it.
It snows, you have to describe it to Sammy. The wind blows, you have to describe it.
You're on a beach, in a forest, halfway up a mountain,
anywhere of any interest, anything of any beauty, you've got to describe it.
So you begin to pray for boredom.
You begin to hate beauty.
Yes.
I just called to say I love you
Sit down, please.
I just called to say how much I care
Mm-mm-mm
I just called to say I love you...
Filis the dance floor, that one.
My parents on hollday...
Even a fat bastard like you gets up for that to sing it down yourwife's ear.
"To say how much I care."
Am I right?
Yeah.
Because you can't say it stone-cold sober...
..because it's a lie.
So you just lie to each other, half-pissed on the dance floor.
You sing it into her ear,
not looking into her eyes.
40-odd years old, 20-odd years of marriage,
bored stiff, not one drop of passion left.
So you just lie to each other, half-pissed on the dance floor!
But I've got a man who's killed for me.
I'd like to see my parents now, please.
Chicken curry, half and half, and a pilau rice, please.
The most striking characteristic of this man is a severe stutter.
This man is dangerous and not to be approached.
- If you should see this man, please dial... - Hey!
Oscar Romeo Two to Control.
I know what it's like to hold somebody you thought you'd lost.
Like nothing eise on earth.
I can arrange it for you.
One hour.
Somewhere private.
Just tell me where he is right now.
Can he do that?
Yeah.
An hour together.
Bllborough.
The two of you together alone...
Say that again.
Jimmy!
Is anything more important than that?
To hold him again one more time before you're separated for ever?
No.
Then tell me where he is.
You promise us an hour?
Yep. Bonnle and Clyde, just before the hall of bullets.
My sister.
He's going to kill her.
Jesus!
Mrs Brien, have you ever lived in Brook Road?
- We've just moved. - What's your present address?
22 Willow Way, Hale.
- Get a car there fast! - Wait a moment!
- My daughter's there! - Alone?
She's on her own!
We think he's at 22...
I know where he is. Got there before you, Fitz! Police procedure.
Well, I won't lift a finger in future! See how you'd manage on your ownl
Do you mind?
You bloody walking lobotomy!
Sole surviving brain donor!
You coldn't solve a... a crossword puzzle!
Ungrateful bastards!
Just a minute.
Sammy! Sammy, are you there? Are you all right?
Sammy! Pick up the phone!
Hi...
No! No!
Keep your hands off her, you dirty bastard. Do you understand?
- No! No! - Keep your hands off her!
Pick up the phone.
Plck up this phone!
- No, don't hurt me! - Listen to me, Sean!
Touch her and I'll cut your bollocks off. Understand?
- Don't hurt me, please! - Pick the phone up!
Please, don't hurt me!
Don't hurt me!
- Pick up the phone! - Don't hurt me!
- Listen to me! Leave her alone! - Please!
Sean... Sean...
Sean.
Ahh! No!
No! No!
Why are you doing this?
Why? Ahh!
- Why are you doing this? - For what you did to Tina.
- I didn't do anything to Tlna! - Yes, you did!
- I didn't do anything to Tlna! - You did!
- She's lying! - You're lying!
She's lying!
- You're lying, right? - She's lied all her life!
Just shut your mouth! Shut your lying mouth!
- She's telling a pack of lies! - I'm not listening, so shut your mouth!
I promise, Sean! I promise! All she's ever done is lle!
- Shut it! - Sean whatever she's told you, it's a lie!
- I promise, Sean. - I'm not listening, so shut your lying mouth!
- Right?
Keep away! Keep away!
He'll kill me! He'll kill me!
Quickly now, please. Make your way down the road. You'll be all right. Come on.
Jimmy get 'em out qulck. Make sure every house is empty. Get an ambulance.
Can you tell me your phone number, please, Mrs Brien?
625-5571.
- One more time. - 625-5571. Call them up, please!
Sean?
He won't come to the phone. The only person he'll speak to is Tina.
We're both soaked in petrol, and the living room too.
And he's got matches. Please, help me!
Jimmy?
Get the Chief Super. We're going to need marksmen.
Then the Major Incident Unit. Then the council fora plan of the house.
- Sean? - Sammy.
- It's all right, Sammy. Will you put Sean on? - He won't talk on the phone.
Is he there? Can you hear me, Sean?
He can hear you.
Sean, will you talk to me?
My name's Davld Bilborough. I'll come on my own, and I promise, no tricks.
We'll talk about Tina. Would you like that?
Are you still there, Sean?
No tricks. I promise.
- F... F... Fitz.
Right. I've been on to my boss. We're getting marksmen round the house, back and front.
If you're getting nowhere, walk out. If you walk out without the girl, we shoot the bastard.
- I'm not going in there! - You've got to go in there.
Rule one about hostage negotiations: you do not put yourself at risk.
- That's not rule number one. - It's my rule number one.
- Where's the telephone? - In here.
Down here, Fitz.
- Hello? - Hi, Sammy. It's Fitz.
I'm going to get you out of there. I promise.
I promise.
- Put Sean on, will you? - Fitz...
Ye... Yeah?
Uh...
What do you want, Sean?
I wa...
Want?
I want T...T...
You're hurting me!
T... T... T... T...
- Tlna?
T...T...T...
Breathe, Sean.
Nice and slow, and nice and deep.
T...T...T...
- You're hurting me! - T...T...
It's going to be some bill.
G... G... G...
He can't thalk on the phone.
"You gotta let me go in there. I'm the only one he trusts."
"You can't, Fitz! It's too dangerous!" "I'm going in!"
- Am I bollocks. - I'll go in.
Look, I'm no hero. I know heroes.
They're people who are too frightened to be cowards. Well, I'm not.
Police procedure you know...
At least let me finish this.
I don't think it'll be very safe to smoke in there somehow, do you?
Slightly better than gnomes, I suppose.
- Cl... Cl... Cl... - Close it?
- Yeah. - Oh, God!
- All right, Sammy? - Yeah.
P...Petrol.
And gas. I've turned all the gas taps on.
I gathered that.
I strike a match, the whole lot goes up, right? The whole bloody lot.
Me, her, the house, everything!
I've grasped the point you're making here, Sean.
I'm in! I'm in now!
They never let me in.
Her dog used to bark at me through the door.
All the time I was going with Tina, they never let me through their door once.
They treated me like crap!
Now I'm in, I'm going to take the whole bloody place up with me.
- What do you want, Sean? - I want you to let Tina go.
She had nothing to do with it. Right? Sweet FA, sweet FA to do with it, right?
- So you let her go, right? - I can't do that, Sean.
Well...then take that, right, and do one!
Right? That's my statement, right?
All down to me. Tina had nothing to do with it.
I made her go along with it. I forced her into it, right?
I know.
- What do you mean? - She told me everything.
- She blamed it all on you. - You're lying!
How do you think the cops got here so quickly? Huh?
She told them you were here.
I d... d... d...
You don't believe me?
How touching. All this for a slut like Tina.
You f...
According to neighbours, four large containers. Dr Fitzgerald's in there. That's correct.
- Are you organising this chaos? - Piss off, I'm husy.
- We're working on the assumption... - I'm deputy chief fire officer.
- Congratulations. - I've done what you should have done.
- Do you mind? - I've done what you should have at the start.
- Do you mind? - I checked with Mr and Mrs Brien.
They've got gas-fired central heating. When that comes on, the whole place'll go up.
She was on the game. She screwed Giggs.
Remember, the policeman you killed.
I'm gonna... I'm gonna strike this! I'm gonna strike it, right?
She screwed Giggs in the afternoon
and told him to come back - that's why he was keen to come back.
- She screwed him in the afternoon. - He's lying, Sean!
- She screwed him when you were not there! - Ah! I was there. You're sussed, right?
- I was there!
I'm gonna strike this! If you don't shut your dlrty lying mouth, I strike it, right?
It could be my stockbroker.
Fitz.
Er...petrol fumes, gas.
Really?
Thanks.
- Er...Sean, just let me turn the gas off. - No no no no!
Go on, just the gas.
The thing is, Sean, when the central heating comes on,
- the house is going to blow up anyway. - Yeah?
- What time does it come on, Sammy? - Six. What time is it now?
Well, you'd better go, then.
What time is it now?
Three minutes to.
A day or two ago, you know, I would have called your bluff.
But I don't want to take any chances right now.
You see, I'm quite determined to live.
Something to do with my wife and my daughter.
I won't bore you with the detalis.
There. I've eaten your words.
- Now I'm going to let Sammy go. - You're not!
You're not!
You just don't get it, Sean, do you? You're not in control any more.
Go on, light your bloody match. The whole place is going to blow up anyway.
Forget about Tina. Forget about your statement. Forget about taking the blame.
Go on, light your match.
Or come with us.
If you touch that door...
Right, out the door, turn left, fast as you like.
It was nearly all lies, anyway, Sean.
You know, she wasn't on the game.
She didn't screw Giggs.
She did tell us where you were, though. And do you know why?
Because I promised her an hour with you, somewhere quiet, just to say goodbye.
Would you not like that, Sean? An hour with Tina?
Don't stop! Sammy, don't stop! Come on!
Come on, Sammy!
One lousy hour?
You expect me...
to say all I've got to say...
in one lousy, stinking hour?
This will say more, right?
This'll say more than I could ever say in one lousy, stinking hour!
Don't be daft, Sean. Come on.
Sad, sweet dreamer
it's just one of those things you put down to experience
Sad, sweet dreamer
it's just one of those things you put down to experience
I was so happy when I found you
But how was I to know
That you would leave me walking down that road
All alone?
Run, you stupid bastard! Run!
Fitz, run!
Fitz! Fitz!
Fitz!
Fitz! Fitz?
You stupid bastard! You stupid, stupid bastard!
Fitz!
I think you'll find there's some activity further down.
You stupid bastard!
- I'm so... - You stupid bastard!
I'm sorry... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- Ah.