- What now? - We'll get evidence and we'll assess it.
- In other words, you haven't a clue. - I didn't say that, sir.
This is a university. It's intimidating.
But he attended a bloody lecture, walked right through the place,
killed a white academic.
- Do you still think he's just a yob? - No, sir.
So your line of inquiry has been totally wrong?
It looks that way, sir.
Get Fitz. I'll see him in the nick.
I'm sorry, sir. I can't do that.
- Get Fitz! - No.
It's an order!
I don't care.
What's going on?
I'm disobeying you.
Tell me everything.
- It's a private matter. - It's not private. Not any more.
It won't go any further.
Did he try something on?
I didn't go on holiday with Peter. I didn't go on holiday with anyone.
- You said... - I know. "Me and Peter dhd this. "
"Me and Peter did that. "
I spent the entire holiday on my own.
Apart from two nights with a Greek waiter.
I liked his kebabs.
Fitz was supposed to meet me at the airport.
He didn't.
- There's a guy keeps asking to see you. - OK.
Off you pop. Don't go blabbing to any journalists.
- Is that it? - Yeah.
- You feel humiliated? - Yes.
- It'd be embarrassing to ask for his help? - Yeah.
What's embarrassment compared to the grief that two families are feeling?
- That's not fair. - It is.
It isn't. It is not fair.
If you feel so strongly about it, sir, why don't you ask him?
If I ask, he'll refuse.
Please.
Sir, I made a mistake.
I've had my bollocking and it won't happen again, I promise you.
So can I ask you to forget about the whole thing, please, sir?
- OK. - Thank you.
This bloke who wants to see me. Do I know him?
Well, he says you do.
Fitzgerald.
I think I owe you an explanation.
Think again.
- An apology. - You owe me nothing.
- My life's a bit of a mess... - I had a wonderful time, Fitz.
I met a waiter with a nice little bum and a fetish for yogurt.
You've nothing whatsoever to apologise for.
He took one of these. He wouldn't have been able to resist it.
He'll have it pinned up on his wall.
Jane'll take you down to the university.
We've got the whole of the criminology department cordoned off, so you can look round.
- Busy? - Very. Is there anything else you need?
- There's a guy called Cassidy serving life... - I'm not getting into this.
- Fitz, is there anything else you need? - That's right. Keep busy. It stops you thinking.
It stops your conscience pricking.
My conscience is fine. I'm getting a slight pain in the arse, but that's all. I did my job.
- Anything else you need? - You did your job?
- I did my job. - I smell gas ovens and six million corpses.
- Is there anything else you need? - A promise.
We seek truth and justice. Good old-fashioned British justice,
where a man is innocent until proven Irish.
Justice, not a result.
I do my job. My job is to gather evidence and hand it over. That's what I'm gonna do.
- Sleep at nights? - Like a log.
Close the door, just you, the wife and the baby.
- Leave my family out of it. - Sewers are overflowing. Filth is bubbling...
- You've gone too far. Stop it there! - But you've got the sandbags.
Hey? All clean and dry inside, is it?
Can you give us a minute, please, Jane?
What did he do?
- I'm sorry? - With the yogurt?
- Are you prepared to help? - Yes.
Right, my turn in the pulpit now. You leave her alone - Jane Penhaligon.
- It's got nothing to do with you. - You brought my wife and child into it,
so just shut up and listen. You hurt that woman again, Fitz - yeah, she's told me everything.
You hurt that woman again, Fitz, and I'll put you in traction, OK?
I can take a hint.
- I'll start at the shop. - Why?
Well, that's where he started, isn't it?
Clare Moody?
Do you still work for the Sun?
- Who's speaking? - Can't tell you that.
I work for them now and again, yeah.
I'm freelance.
- Could you sell them a story? - It depends.
A Labour MP. He's into little boys.
Can you prove it?
I've got pictures.
Can we meet?
Half four this afternoon.
Mill Road car park. Stay in your car.
- How will I know you? - I'll know you.
We've been attacked dozens of times
by skineads, you've never lifted a finger.
Once our people attack them, you swamp the area with police.
- For your own protection. - I don't believe you.
- Your mother wants you to help us. - You speak Urdu?
No.
- You? - No.
- She wants me to throw you out. - You're lying.
- I'd like you to go now, please. - I understand why you're lying.
- I'd like you to go, please. - I understand your anger and your grief.
I'd like you to go, please.
Shall I tell you a secret?
I'd prefer you to leave.
I'm a racist.
Pause for effect?
- What about you, Panhandle. Are you a racist? - No.
- You're lying. - I'm not. I despise all things Scottish,
- but there's a reason for that. - Your history's white. Your language is white.
Your job's white. You're completely impervious to all that?
All those influences had no effect on you whatsoever, is that what you're saying?
Yes.
You're lying.
- All white people are inherently racist. Yes? - Yes.
Am I supposed to be impressed?
You're supposed to say, "I'll help you catch the man who killed my father. "
We'll catch him.
We'll get justice for my father.
Have you had many white boyfriends, Razia?
I suppose they'd all be white at first, wouldn't they? Adolescent rebellion and all that?
This is harassment. I'm calling one of our people. A lawyer. She'll be over in five minutes.
- I'm going. - They'll be sharp. Young socialists. Right on.
The sad thing is you'd want to talk about, what, Ryan Giggs, Kevin Costner?
They'd want you to talk about the black experience so you could share it with them,
because that's cool and trendy.
Bet you get bored of that, don't you, Razia? Mm?
You find yourself thinking, "He's only with me because I'm black, the racist bastard. "
"He's only with me for street cred. "
"Pakistani boys in the future. "
You're nowhere near as good as you think you are.
Does this number mean anything to you?
No.
- Do you sell much of this stuff? - Yeah.
It's for killing cockroaches.
What would it cost - a copy of the Guardian, a large box of those teabags?
F2.04.
It's on the till roll. Yes. And whoever bought them hasn't come forward.
Got a till balance?
Eventually, yeah. There was four pence on the floor.
Where?
Down there.
What sort of man was he, your father?
- I mean, was he an exact man? - You mean "please keep to the point".
You haven't got the time or the patience to hear the nice stuff about him.
Just the things that are relevant to his death.
I did mean that, yes.
I'm sorry.
Would you like to talk about him?
He was very...
exact.
The till was always spot on - white people are thieves.
They say they gave you a tenner when they only gave you a fever.
You've got to know exactly what you should have in the till.
Hmm...
How much is this these days?
Somebody buys a copy of the Guardian and a packet of teabags
and walks out without them.
Why?
A trauma.
- An argument. - Bollocks!
It's a skinead.
Whoever bought the Guardian has not come forward.
Why?
That row was witnessed. He was an ordinary bloke.
- Ordinary clothes, ordinary haircut. - It's a load of bollocks.
- Will you shut up? - It's a load of bollocks!
The shopkeeper didn't pick up the four pence. Why?
Because he was dead.
He probably had a bad back!
Fitz, we've got a description of the killer.
He was a bloody skinead,
for God's sake - a bloody skinead.
There's a row.
He goes home,
broods a bit, shaves his head, comes back,
throws the four pence at him and stabs him! Right?
Bollocks!
You need a thesaurus.
He could live local, obviously,
but I think he was either on his way to or his way from work, right?
Now, if he was on his way to work, we're looking for a small company.
No canteen, which is why he needed the teabags.
If he's on his way from work,
we're talking shifts, we're looking for a larger company.
And if he was on his way from work,
he lives alone - our old friend the teabags again -
and if he does live alone, he's separated from his family.
Why? Because a single guy without responsibilities does not work nights.
- Right? - It's guesswork, Fitz.
I'm not prepared to spend time and money on guesswork.
You're throwing me out?
If I need you, I'll send for you.
If you think of anything, give us a ring.
In the meantime, goodbye.
He went home, shaved his head, came back and killed him!
50 quid says I'm right.
I'll give you odds, you windy bastard - two to one!
A ton to 50 says I'm right.
Theme from Countdown
What's a large Scotch?
It's a well-known alcoholic drink.
Don't give up your day job.
F1.20.
- It's quite reasonable. - It's happy hour.
- Clare Moody? - Yeah.
Show me the pictures.
- Open the door. - The pictures first.
Not here.
Look, for all I know, you could be some kind of axe murderer.
Show me the pictures!
Forget it.
OK.
Where to?
Don't scream, right?
- Don't even think about screaming. - I won't.
You scream and that's it. You're brown bread.
- I won't. - You scream and you're dead. Got that?
- Do you understand what I'm saying? - Yes.
What do you want?
I'm going to kill you.
He's on the floor again.
What would the headlines say?
I don't know.
You're the reporter.
It won't make the headlines. I'm not that important!
It'll make the headlines in the Sun, cos you work for the bloody thing.
- I'm freelance. - You told me you work for them.
I work for every paper!
Well, let's say front page of the Sun...
Moody Murdered.
That's arrogant, Moody. That implies they all know who you are, and they don't.
Sun Girl Murdered.
- Butchered. - Yeah.
Slaughtered! Sun Girl Slaughtered.
- That's got a nice ring to it, hasn't it? - Yes.
Start the car.
- I can give you money. - Start the car.
I can go to cash machines. I could get you F1,000.
I don't want your bloody money.
Start the car!
You want me?
What?
- I'll get in the back. I'll do anything you want. - What do you think I am...
- Anything. ... you dirty bitch?
- Start the car! - Anything.
- Anything at all. - Start the car!
There's nothing wrong with you, Fitz.
Oh...
Philosophical question.
If you can't see a cockroach, does it exist?
Go upstairs.
If my mother put this stuff down at night,
in the morning all the cockroaches would be there
lying on their back, their wee legs jabbing away.
I used to beg her not to put it down.
"Please, Mum, let them live.
Let them multiply, just so long as I don't see them. "
Scunthorpe is not the answer.
ROSSINl: The Barber Of Seville
This is from Rossini's opera The Barber Of Seville.
Does that surprise you, eh?
- Does it surprise you that I know that? - Yes.
- What? - Yes!
Cos I'm a white, working-class male?
I'm a football supporter, therefore I'm an animal, right?
Therefore I piss on the dead at Hillsborough.
- Were you there? - Yeah!
We only printed what we were told.
You believed it!
We believed what the police told us!
The police killed 96 people.
I can understand them lying, but you!
You believed Didn't!
You believed people could piss on the dead!
- Why? I'll tell you why. - We believed the police.
I'll tell you why!
We were animals to you.
You expected us to act like animals.
Well, now you're getting what you expect.
You, the bizzies, that patronising bloody professor,
that Paki in that shop!
You expect me to look like this!
To act like this!
Well, OK. Fine.
I got rid of my hair. I got rid of every bloody scruple I ever had,
killed that Paki,
killed that professor - that patronising toerag -
and now this is your turn, right?
This is it.
This is what you expect!
This is what you deserve, cos it's what you expect.
This is what the country expects!
Will you help me, please?
Are you OK?
- Are you all right? - What the...
Will you help me?
Please don't...
You bastard!
You bastard! You bastard!
What are you doing?
We are going for a walk, right now!
You and me.
Look, I don't have to hide my booze, Judith.
- I've seen it. - Well, it must be Mark's or one of his pals'.
He's just had a birthday party, for God's sake.
- I don't believe you. - I do not have to hide my booze.
I am not an adolescent.
All the evidence points to the contrary.
I think we've sussed it.
It's sherry, for God's sake, Judith!
- I wouldn't drink that! - You drink like a fish, smoke like a chimney.
- If you carry on like that, you'll die! - Don't flush it!
We've cracked the U-bend.
They made me wait for an hour,
brought me in, took everything I had to give them
and threw me out again!
Look, I'm 45 years old.
I finally discover what I want to do with my life...
- Can we slow down, please? - No!
I want to work with the police.
When I'm doing that, everything's fine.
When I'm not doing that, I get bored and depressed, and things go wrong.
Thank you!
- What? - You know what you've just said?
I bore you. I depress you.
Police work makes the difference - not me.
I make no bloody difference whatso-bloody-ever!
- No, I didn't mean that! - You did.
It hurts, Fitz.
It hurts to know that my being there makes no bloody difference whatso-bloody-ever!
Jimmy's got something to say.
"Bollocks"?
Looks like you were right.
Pardon?
- You were right. - I'll just go get my cigarettes.
They pay - money.
I'm not leaving, Fitz.
It's unfair on Katie.
It just disrupts everything.
I don't follow you.
- I want you to leave. - I'm just about to leave.
For good.
50 grand?
I escape from the clutches of a serial killer
and you offer me a lousy 50 grand for the exclusive?
- He's not a serial killer. - What?
He's got to kill five times before he's classed as a serial killer.
Why don't you make us all a cup of tea?
Charlie, I've got to get back to the Mirror.
No, it's not an auction.
I just promised the Mirror I'd get back to them, that's all.
Yeah.
OK, I'll keep you on.
- So do I get it? - I'll see if it's possible.
No - do I get a bodyguard, yes or no?
I'm a specific target!
If you want my help, you fix up a bodyguard.
Derek, sorry to keep you waiting.
The Sun have offered me 60 grand.
Well?
Get Harriman.
No, it's not an aucthon, Derek.
You asked to be kept informed and I'm keeping you informed.
Bobby, you're wanted.
Overtime.
They've offered me 65, Charlie.
No, all you've got to do is put the phone down and that's the end of the matter.
What was that number again?
9615489.
Charlie, will you listen?
Charlie, can I get a word in?
- Charlie! - When was Hillsborough?
- 15th of April '90. - '89.
96-15-4-89.
96 people died as a result of what happened on the 15th of April '89.
Why you?
Cos you work for the Sun?
- Do I get protection? - Yes.
Not exactly Kevin Costner, is he?
Because I worked for the Sun, yes.
We're looking for a Liverpool supporter who's recently shaved his head.
He lives alone but he has a wife and child - possibly children.
He is going to kill 96 people in revenge for Hillsborough.
And if there's any justice in this earth, most are going to be coppers.
- Right? - Right.
Sorry to bother you, sir. Could you have a look
at these two pictures and tell me...
DS Penhaligon from Anson Road Police Station.
Sorry to bother you, sir. I wonder
if you could look at these two pictures and...
Who Didn't Didn't? - If you're so bloody nosy,
- why don't you answer it, you bone - idle bitch?
I was busy.
- I were on the lav. - You're always on the bloody lav!
Has anyone had a severe haircut...
He spends every bloody minute of every bloody day on that bloody lav!
Shut your stupid face, you cow!
Looking at his bloody horses!
- I'm trying to talk to somebody. Do you mind?
If they went as well as his bowels, he'd be a millionaire!
If you could just take a look...
Severe? You mean, shaved, like?
Yeah.
- There's a bloke across the road. - Which house?
No. 37. There's a copper there now.
Is he in?
Could this be him?
That could be anybody.
Mind you, that gives you flexibility, that, don't it,
for stitching people up.
You've got cobwebs in your coving.
Come on.
Want a piggyback?
That's it.
Look what I did.
Oh, it's lovely, pet. Go in.
- She never recognised me! - I'm not surprised. What have you done?
Don't you like it?
I hate it.
A fella was mouthing off at work about United.
I said if they beat Leeds, I'd shave my head.
You enjoy it, for God's sake! Why don't you just admit it?
I do not enjoy it!
Other people's suffering and grief
- you enjoy the emotional intensity of it.
I enjoy my job.
It'll abolish all death, all suffering. Do you want it, Judith?
- Yes! - No more famine, rape or murder?
You would be bored stiff! Can you bear that?
You couldn't! They're an intellectual challenge to you.
No San Francisco earthquake? No planes falling out of the sky?
Just Sainsbury's on Saturday, polish the
car on Sunday, John Major the rest of the week!
You need crime, Fitz. You need to solve it
and you've got the bloody cheek to question my motives!
We had this argument 20 years ago,
when you and your friends were having orgasms over Vietnam.
- That was different! - No, it wasn't!
Motive - that's the important thing.
- Bullshit! - Motive. Motive.
What drives people to do the things they do?
What are they getting out of it?
Bullshit! You know your trouble, Fitz?
You've never really gone without anything.
Oh, a smoke and a drink, yes.
But anything of substance
- food, shelter... No, you've never gone without.
How dare you talk to me like this!
If you were starving in the Third World
or at the end of the road
and I came along and offered you food,
you'd take it.
You wouldn't give a damn about my motives.
You'd take it and eat it and stay alive.
All this agonising over motive, Fitz.
You know what it is? Bourgeois Western luxury!
Come to bed with me.
Of course I feel good when I help people.
Of course I get a kick out of it!
But that does not take away from the fact that I have helped somebody.
Come to bed with me.
Only if you carry me up.
You look tired.
I haven't been sleeping.
I thought I'd sleep for a week when it was all over.
When he was buried, and that, but...
You don't have to work nights any more. You could go back to the quarry.
I was proud of you, the way you looked after him.
- He was my father! - Yeah, I know, but other sons...
Look, you hated him, so forget it.
- I didn't hate him! - Forget it!
Right.
- I'm sorry. - Right.
Look, er...
Here's your money.
Ta.
It's the bare amount. Bad week.
Nah, that's all right.
What?
Your head.
It makes me look how I feel.
Bye.
Albert Kinsella?
- Yeah? - DS Beck. You got a minute?
- Yeah. - Can we go inside?
I'd sooner talk here.
I'd sooner talk inside, please, Mr Kinsella.
It's... a bit of a mess, that's all.
I'm used to it. I'm a bit of a slob myself.
Right.
What's this about?
- Are you married? - No.
- Divorced? - No.
Do you live alone?
Yeah.
What's this about?
- Well, there's nothing wrong with it. - What?
You said the place was a bit of a mess.
Looks all right to me.
Do you mind?
No er...
Look, what's this about?
We're interviewing men who've recently had their heads shaved.
Sorry. Should've asked.
It's all right.
I haven't had my head shaven.
Well, you're in for a bit of a shock when you look in the mirror.
It fell out.
I've got cancer.
I'm on chemotherapy.
I'm an outpatient at Stonefield.
- You're not working, then? - I'm on invalidity.
I'm sorry.
I'll put this out.
- It's OK. - No, I want to.
Here.
Kittens?
Yeah.
I should've got rid of them,
but I didn't have the heart.
Thanks all the same. Sorry to bother you.
It's OK.
- Where are you from? - Saint Helens.
- Liverpool supporter? - Everton.
Oh. Beats chemotherapy, I suppose - just.
- See you. - See you.
Right, you!
Upstairs on that bed, stark naked, right now!
- It's got nothing to do with you. - It's got plenty to do with me!
- It hasn't, and will you keep your voice down!
No, I won't. She's my mother.
And because of you she won't come home,
- so what you're doing is affecting me, and Katie!
- You feel strongly about that, do you?
- I do, yeah. - Eight items...
You know you don't, Mark. You'd have gone with her if you did.
You put your mates and your local boozer before her!
- You really believe that? - I know that!
Eight items.
I didn't go with her because I want her to come home!
If I stay, she's got to keep in touch - that's why I didn't go with her!
I don't believe you.
Course not. You like to think the worst of everyone, don't you?
Er, eight items.
I've got eight items!
No, you haven't.
- Three bottles of whisky constitutes one item.
Three items.
One item. Two loaves of bread constitutes one item.
- Two dozen eggs constitutes one item. - Two and two.
Six frozen lasagnes
constitutes one item.
Six?
Four Cornish pasties constitutes one item.
Could you call the supervisor?
And three steak-and-kidney bastard pies also constitutes one bloody item!
Oh, for God's sake!
Kinsella, Albert.
- 2 Ls? - Yeah.
37, Oundle Street.
He's on the other list.
He's in the clear.
Works nights,
Armitage & Dears. He's on the right bus route.
He's been off sick for months.
He's got cancer.
- Did you check? - Yes.
With the employer?
I saw the letters from the hospital. Don't
teach your grandmother how to suck eggs.
He's got a cat and kittens, for God's sake!
He wouldn't harm a fly!
Do I know you?
We're going to get some chocolate.
We're going to get some...
That man!
Wait in the car.
Are you sure?
Thank you.
He hasn't missed work in the last two years.
You're a DCI.
I'm going to kill a lot of bizzies,
but I thought I'd start at the top.
Please help me.
Well, I'd like to, but I'm a bit pushed.
You know how Didn't Didn't.
I've got a wife and child.
I had a wife and child once.
Bilborough to Control.
Control receiving. Over.
I've been stabbed.
State your position. Over.
I don't know my position. I chased a man. I'm in his house.
Can you see a phone? Over.
No. I'm going to the front.
I'm losing a lot of blood. Moving makes it worse.
Letters, envelopes. Something with an address.
Any letters around? Envelopes?
Nothing! Every time I move, it opens up the wound.
Stay still.
Stay still. Press on the wound.
How bad is it?
I'm dying.
I'm in the hall.
Where did you chase him from?
Supermarket. Bridge Road.
We ran for about half a mile.
All units proceed to within half a mile of Bridge Road.
DCI Bilborough badly wounded. Exact location unknown.
I'm at the door.
Don't try and move any more.
He's bald.
Brown eyes, combat jacket. Get the bastard.
Help me.
Is there a street sign or a landmark?
Anything like that?
Nothing.
There's nobody in the street.
There's not a bloody soul.
Dhd he have a cat and kittens?
Did he have a cat and kittens?
- Yeah. - Oundle Street.
All units to Oundle Street.
Ambulance on his way.
This is evidence.
This is a dying mars statement.
I know what a defence lawyer will try to do.
I'm of sound mind.
I'm frightened, yeah. I don't want to die.
I'm frightened but I'm thinking straight.
He had a photocopy of Nolan pinned to the wall.
Knock on a door.
He fully intended to kill me.
- He stabbed me. - Knock on a bloody door.
I can't get up the steps!
He stabbed me in cold blood.
Are you listening to me?
I want you to get this bastard, Jimmy, OK?
For me and Catriona.
Get the bastard!
Catriona...
Oh, God, Catriona...
What are we going to tell her?
Boss?
Sir...
Please, don't tell anyone.
Please, Jane...
Please.