I'd been naughty, cheeky.
And he smacked me round the back of my legs.
My father had never hit me before.
I grinned!
He was so angry, you see, and I wanted the dad I knew, not this angry man.
And that's why I grinned.
But that just made him madder.
And he smacked me again.
And I cried then.
Which is what I should have done first, because he stopped then.
Why am I telling you this?
Because when that man was raping me...
...hurting me...
...I grinned.
I did it to make him like me...
...so he wouldn't hurt me as much.
But he just hurt me even more!
And it made me think of my dad...
...and that time he smacked my legs.
Do you want me to respond to that?
FITZ: If you want to, yeah.
My son didn't rape you.
I know. The man who raped me was white.
Then why tell me that story?
Because your son raped other women. He's put other women through that trauma.
He hasn't!
- You're sure? Positive? - Yes.
Mrs Malcolm, I could bring in a dozen rape victims.
They would all reduce you to tears. Please tell us where he is.
My son's innocent.
So what have you got to fear?
He's innocent. But... he's not white.
So being innocent isn't gonna help.
- That's rubbish. - It isn't.
If your son's innocent, Mrs Malcolm, I will prove it, I promise that.
If he's guilty, he must be caught before he rapes and kills again.
I lied because he asked me to.
- Who? Floyd? - Yeah.
- We're investigating three rapes and a murder! - I didn't know that!
Three rapes and a murder, and you're telling a pack of lies.
I didn't know it was rape and murder. I'm innocent!
That's what you think.
You haven't booked any holidays for next year, have you?
- No. - Good.
Cos Floyd said you were driving the cab. You told me you were.
I lied!
That cab was seen outside a house where a woman was murdered by a young black man.
- What'll I do? - About 25 years.
I mean now. What d'you want me to do right now?
FITZ: It can't be easy knowing that this monster came out of your womb.
I'm sorry. Did that hurt you?
You're not sorry.
Supposing I said monsters are not born, they're made? Would that hurt you even more?
Yeah.
Who turns a child into a monster, if not the person with most influence - his mother?
Yes.
Every rapist, every killer in the world blames their mother, Mrs Malcolm,
and they're all talking bullshit.
But that doesn't help, does it?
No.
- Because you still feel guilty. - Yeah.
Where's the scar?
What scar?
The man we're looking for has a scar, which is why he wears a mask.
If Floyd hasn't got a scar, he's not the man we want.
FITZ: That's good news, isn't it?
Oh, please. Don't toy with me.
Pardon?
- You know he's scarred. FITZ: Emothonally, of course.
Not just emotionally?
Would you like Sergeant Beck to leave?
Yeah, I would.
Would you leave us, please, Jimmy?
- So where's the scar? - He got in a bath when he was nine.
Scalded?
Scalded I could live with.
Do you have kids?
Two, yeah, a boy and a girl.
No.
- Both still at home? - Yes.
Your son wants to be like you?
Right now he wants to kill me, but yes, there was a time he wanted to be like me.
Floyd wanted to be like me.
So he got into a bath of bleach when he was nine years old.
I mean, your kid has an accident, it's bad enough.
The guilt, the pain.
But when your son locks himself in the bathroom and sits in bleach - deliberately sits in bleach -
and you see what he's done to himself, and you're screaming at him,
and he looks at you and he says, "I wanna be like you."
I mean, can you imagine what...
He's got a friend called Gerry. Gambier Road.
Police. Open that. Shut that.
(Singing)
(Shower running)
Do you do requests?
Right, call Mark. Mark!
He's busy.
- Judith, you are pregnant. - I'm OK.
You are not.
Fitz, I'm carrying the equivalent of a seven-pound penalty.
I'm still at the bottom of the handicap, and you are still at the top.
Where did you learn language like that?
Come on.
(Rings doorbell)
Hello.
What do you want?
Can I speak to your dad, please?
Someone from Age Concern.
Eh?
Hello?
It's Jane, isn't it?
PENHALIGON: Yes.
FITZ: Would you lhke a drink? PENHALIGON: Yes.
Yes?
She used to have a stall outside the hospital. She sold beautiful flowers.
Thanks.
- She's not there now? - Oh, she is.
The hospital isn't.
We've got Floyd.
Right! Right, I'd better get down to the station, then.
I'll wait in the car.
- Bye. - Bye.
If you don't mind, I've got to...
You're screwing her.
I was, yes.
- Mark knows? - Yes.
So it has been here, in our house.
In that bed.
In our house, Judith? You've been trying to sell our house.
Don't give me that crap, please!
- She's young. - Yes.
- Beautiful. - Yes.
Is her father still alive? No.
Am I a father substitute? Probably yes.
You get a four-eyed wanky therapist, and I get a sexbomb. Is it fair? No.
Is it going to last? Definitely not.
Am I flattered? Definitely yes, yes, yes.
Did I miss something out?
Do you love her?
Jesus!
I'm sorry you found out this way. I was gonna tell you when the time was right.
Get in.
(Music on radio)
- Let me explain, will you? - (She turns the radio on again)
Would you like to slow down, please?
Slow down, please!
Please slow down.
Look at the road, will you?
For God's sake, Jane! Will you look where you're going!
Please! Look where you're going!
For God's sake, Jane!
I'm allergic to accidents! They bring me out in bumps!
Will you please look at the road!
Please look where you're going!
Hi.
I'm Fitz.
- I've heard you on the radio. - Yeah, I know. You phoned me.
- Not me. - No, you used a phoney accent.
Not me, mate.
This is DS Penaligon. PC Skelton.
Sit down.
I don't think you two are gonna hit it off.
No.
FITZ: I met your mother. - Yeah?
She's white.
Yeah? She's white?
So what? She's white.
I was wrong about you. I thought you'd be scarred.
You wear a mask, so the mask was better than the face God gave you.
But I was wrong. It's quite a nice face.
Thank you.
But it's black.
You've noticed.
Is that why you wear the mask? To cover up your black face?
Look, what is all this about a mask? I don't wear one.
I recommend you should wear one, but I don't need one. OK?
I wasrt that far wrong, though. I mean, you are scarred.
Am I?
Yeah, you sat in a bath of bleach when you were a boy.
- It's a birthmark. - You're lying.
Were there fat kids at your school? Fat boys, layers of white flesh?
FITZ: Hm? Why didn't they pick on them?
They were fat, they could diet, do something. But not you.
You were black. Nothing you could do about the colour of your skin. You felt that.
I know you felt that, because I was that fat boy.
I'd hear the black boys say it.
"Don't pick on me, pick on the fat boy."
I know what it feels like.
That pressure can lead to boys lhke you getting into baths of bleach.
FITZ: God, I'd want revenge, too.
FITZ: What kind of sochety drives a boy into a bath of bleach?
Yeah?
- Stuart Barlow. - Yeah?
- Young lad, up front for Everton. - I know who he is.
- He hasn't got a nickname. - He has. Jigsaw.
Go on.
Goes to pieces in the box.
- Get off that horse. - The hell I will!
Get off it before I break your neck!
What's the problem?
It's a present, right?
For Bilborough's baby.
I didn't know. Hey, I had no idea!
He's off his rocker.
We'd like you to confess.
- We'll tell the judge you cooperated. - And he'll let me off with a fine?
Not quite.
How does it feel to stalk someone?
How would I know?
Let's talk about him. He's out there, stalking somebody. How does he feel?
I haven't got a clue.
- It's hypothetical. What are you scared of? - Nothing.
So he's stalking somebody. How does he feel?
A bit of a commando, maybe.
- Battle of wits? - Yeah.
Hm.
He sees her. He's watching her, right?
He thinks she's leading him on, teasing him.
She wants it really. And she'll get it, the little bitch, stringing him along like that.
- Possibly. - Yeah.
And why does he do it?
- He's black? - Yeah.
Why does he do it?
You think he's letting the side down, yeah?
Sit down.
All that sucking up to your white friends -
it's all wasted now, because a big black mars come along and raped their women.
Sit down.
What do you dread most, eh?
You and every other white man?
Your nice white wife getting raped by a big - and I mean a big - black man.
It's a pile of crap.
I know it, he knows it.
But it's there, yeah? And it's there, right?
And maybe, maybe that's why he does it.
So he rapes white women as some kind of revenge against white men?
- Possibly. - Right. So he's homosexual?
No.
I've got a pathent, you see, Floyd.
He can only make love to other mers wives. Single woman, unattached, he can't do it.
Married women - wham bam, thank you, ma'am.
Lhkes to do it in the other guy's sitting room, on the other guy's carpet.
Lhkes to wash himself down afterwards in the other guy's bathroom.
- He's screwing the other guy. - I'm not a queer.
Who's talking about you?
You say he rapes white women as revenge against white men. Wee problem.
- He rapes a black woman, too. - He doesn't.
Two years ago. Bernadette.
Dragged her into the stream afterwards. Why would he do that?
Don't know.
I reckon he was just practising, perfecting his tecinique.
- Possibly. - You know what that tells me?
He despises the colour of his own skin.
A black woman means nothing to him. Just practice.
A white womars the ultimate prize.
No, that's what you think. That's what the police think.
He raped black women because the police don't bother if the victim's black.
You're looking for a man who's proud of his colour.
- Women. - What?
You said black women.
So Bernadette wasrt the only one?
- And you said a man who's proud of his colour? - Yeah.
- A man like you? - Yeah.
Not me.
Somebody like me.
- Have you always been proud to be black? - Yes.
Even when you sat in the bleach?
You've rationalised it now.
White sochety put you in that bath, but at the time...
at the time, Floyd, you poor, sad, pathetic bastard,
you despised the colour of your own skin.
And you can't forget it because of those scars. A permanent reminder.
And who sees those scars? And this is the really sad bit.
Who sees those scars?
Every woman you sleep with.
Yes, please?
I'm Barbara Charles from Aldridge, Bevan and Charles.
You have my client, Floyd Malcolm.
- May I see him, please? - One moment, please.
Are you going to head them off at the pass?
How did we find you? Hm?
I don't know.
Your mother told us where you'd be.
(Sniffs) Yeah?
Hm. Wonder why she told us.
For your sake?
No?
I know what you're thinking, Floyd. Look at me.
Look at me.
She told you cos she's white!
Yeah.
That's what I'm thinking. She...
This guy's raping white women, yeah? Women like her.
When it comes down to it, it's her colour.
It's her colour even before her own son. It's her colour. White!
It's all falling into place now, isn't it?
You come home from school, the taunts ringing in your ears.
The bath of bleach is ready. And this white woman pretending to love you.
How can she, when you despise yourself? She's a lying bitch! A lying bitch!
It's right!
My client was at home. His family says so.
- Mr Parry admitted driving the cab. - Which he now denies.
Tough. You have no ID and no forensic, so why are you holding my client?
Would you like some tea?
No. I would like to see my client.
"Wait till your father gets home." She can just twist him round her little finger.
He gets home, and she starts acting, performing.
She's giving it everything she's got.
It's all to get him to hit me.
And he hits me.
But that's not enough. No, she carries on, making what I've done ten times as bad.
And it's all to get him to hit me...
...again and again and again!
I'm on your side, Floyd. I understand that anger.
You understand nothing, man.
You're white.
I'm not looking at a black man, Floyd, I'm looking at a killer.
I understand killers, the rage that drives men to kill. And to rape.
Particularly to rape.
We haven't told the husbands we've picked up a black man -
because we know what it'll do to them.
But that's the point, isn't it, Floyd? You want them to know.
So you must confess.
They have to know it was a black man that raped their wives
to know that the myth has come true.
That myth that we've fostered for years - white men like me - it's suddenly happened.
Tell me you did it, Floyd.
Your brief's here.
Ryan, I baptise you in the name of the Father, and of the Son...
...and of the Holy Spirit.
- Amen. - Amen.
(Church organ in background)
# Dear Lord and Father of mankind...
It's a symbol, Jimmy.
You're to make sure Ryan sees the light, supports City, not United.
Ryan, go in peace and the Lord be with you. Amen.
# In purer lives Thy service find
# In deeper reverence praise
# In simple...
I had him right on the point of confessing!
You don't mess with a lawyer like her! She'd spoken to the Chief Super...
- Two minutes! - I had to let him go!
He's ever so slightly wound up.
We're watching him.
- Looks like David, doesn't he? - The horse? Yeah.
He's the image of him.
Does it help?
Yeah.
Catriona, there's something I've got to tell you.
What is it?
I... I miss him.
I dream about him.
That helps, too.
Tango Four to Control. I'll take the back alley.
I didn't know she was pregnant.
It came as much of a shock to me as it did to you.
I've slept with her once in six months.
Made a couple of dirty phone calls, mind you, but I'm discounting that.
It doesn't matter.
You're right when you say I'll do nothing. But I'll...
(Door opens)
But I'll do nothing because I don't know what to do.
- I never meant to hurt you. - It doesn't matter, for God's sake!
Everything else pales into insignificance. Even you.
I have been raped!
What's wrong? Jimmy?
What's wrong?
Jimmy?
She said she dreams about him.
I felt like saying, "I have nightmares, love!"
And in every one, he's blaming me.
He's bleeding to death, and he's blaming me!
He said, "I want you to get the bastard, Jimmy.
For me and Catriona, get the bastard."
Jimmy...
Skelly, he's out.
Tango Four to Control.
We're following along Robson Street towards Marchington Road.
Yo, Donald!
That's not him.
It's not Floyd.
Tango Four to Control, we've lost him.
You followed the wrong man?
It was his clothes. They swapped.
Gormless pillocks! Walking brain donors!
Minicab. He won't rape without transport. Check his minicab.
Don't you think we're checking it? Think we're as thick as these two?
- Any vehicle stolen today, I wanna know! OK? - OK.
And you, did you speak to him?
- Who? - The fella you did follow!
- No, sir, no. - Don't you think you should?
- Find out what Floyd's wearing right now. - Sir.
WISE: Go on. Piss off!
- Previous victims. WISE: What about 'em?
This guy's organised. He won't strike at random.
He's not in the mood to stalk, so what's left? Prevhous victims.
Check that out as well, Jimmy, OK?
Anything else?
- Are you OK? - Yes, sir.
(Ignition fails)
(Engine starts)
(Tecino music blares)
Can you...
Oh. Hello.
- Er, Karen. - Judith.
Can you lower that please, Mark?
Can I get you anything?
Mark, can you turn that down, please?
Yeah, in a minute.
Er, we're just going upstairs for a bit.
To play some music.
What?
Be responsible.
Don't be cheeky!
Are you accusing me of rape?
- I got into a bloody car... - Are you accusing me of rape?
Yes.
We've worked together for years.
I got into a car with a plastic bag around my wrist and you didn't even ask why!
It was none of my business.
- You didn't ask why because you knew. - It was none of my business!
You drove straight to Belle Vale. How did you know the way?
I'd been there before.
- You're lying. - A rape victim lives there.
I've just checked with her.
She never set eyes on you till the reconstruction in the park.
Are you serious?
Yes!
You believe I could rape you?
Yes, I do.
All right. Let's have this out in front of the boss.
Then I'll take any test you lhke, DNA, whatever.
But let's have this out in front of the boss.
Right.
OK.
For God's sake, woman!
You wanted to see me, sir?
Yeah, shut the door, love. Sit yourself down.
I've got the lab report.
Yes?
The slides are blank. Every single one of them.
I don't believe it!
There's two explanations.
One, there's been a mistake, and two... no rape took place.
I was raped.
OK, then there's been a mistake.
Who sent the swabs off?
The exhibits officer.
It was Jimmy Beck?
Yeah. Look, Jimmy Beck's an experienced copper.
- He doesn't make mistakes with evidence. - No, sir.
So?
Beck raped me, sir.
I never heard that.
Detective Sergeant Beck raped me, sir.
You've got evidence?
He smokes, he drinks whisky,
he uses the right kind of aftershave, and he handled the slides.
- That's not evidence. - He's destroyed the evidence.
- So this is like a wild allegation. - No, sir! It's a fact!
Get me some evidence, bring it to me, and I'll give you all the help I can.
But... l'd like you to sleep on it first.
- There's nothing to sleep on. - Oh, isn't there?
Fancy life as a traffic warden, would you?
I beg your pardon, sir?
Jimmy Beck is well liked.
Allegations against a good copper. That's what they'll think.
- I can live with that. - Oh, yeah, you can, but your mates can't.
They'll be alone with you. You might scream rape again.
I know it's bollocks, but that's how they'll see it.
You've done it to Jimmy Beck, you could do it to any of them!
(Horns beep)
WOMAN: Do you want some help?
MAN: You can't leave it lhke this! You gonna clear up, mate?
When did you last see him?
Malcolm. M-A-L-C-O-L-M. Floyd Malcolm.
You had a fight with him six months ago. It ended up in court.
We don't know he's gonna rape again. That's your guess.
He owns a minicab. He stole a car. Why?
Because we're watching the minicab.
Exactly. He doesn't want us watching, because he'll commit another crime!
Confirmed sighting on Bradbrook Road.
If it's not a previous victim,
it'll be the wife of some man he's got a grudge against. A white man.
You OK?
(Ringing tone)
(Phone ringing and loud music)
Hello.
- Hi! Are you OK? - Yes.
- Are you on your own? - Well, Mark's here. Why?
Just worried about you, that's all.
I'm not the first woman in history to be pregnant!
No.
I'll see you later.
- Look, we've got to talk. - Yeah, I know that.
- Bye. - Bye.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Where are you going?
Give me that again, please.
Distance between the scene of crime: Seven miles.
Cheers. He's abandoned the Escort. Charlotte Road. Torched it.
- Where? - Charlotte Road.
That's my road.
Phone my wife.
(Phone and loud music from upstairs)
(Lawn mower)
Mark!
(Music blares)
(Screaming)
(Stops music)
Did you hear something?
Take the mask off!
Take the mask off, you!
- Get out of my house! - You raise your voice and you're dead, man.
Take your hands off me...
...and get out of my house right now!
- She Who Must Be Obeyed... - Get out of my house!
Rich middle-class white little bitch! Used to getting her own way!
And here's some uppity little nigger. She'll soon put him in his place!
- Let me go. - No.
I'm pregnant.
- Is it your husband's? - Yes.
- He writes books, doesn't he? - Yes.
I know. I've seen them.
Books about people like me.
Yes!
Why are you hurting me?
It's nothing personal.
- For God's sake! - It's your husband I wanna hurt.
It's locked!
I'm gonna go round the back!
Fitz!
What do you want, Floyd?
You'll write about me one day, won't you?
Oh, yeah, sure.
I'll be a little chapter in one of your books.
An interesting little case for white middle-class bastards like you to study.
I'm not middle class.
Well, I'm here now.
I'm not a chapter no more. I'm the real thing!
What do you want, Floyd?
- We're leaving. - No, you're not.
If you don't let me go, I'll kill her!
- Kill her! - For God's sake, Fitz!
We've been married 20 years! I'm sick of it. Kill her!
Stop it!
I've wished her dead umpteen times. Never done anything.
I always thought a wee acchdent, maybe a car crash.
You're lying, man.
I've dreamt about it.
- I should have said, "Judith, it's finished." FLO YD: You're lying!
It takes courage. I never had any.
So go ahead, kill her. Really. Go on, kill her, quickly,
before my son smashes...
No! No! No!
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.
It's all right.
(Dialling)
- Police. - Put it down.
Put it down.
On your back.
You're dead, Jimmy.
Suck it.
Don't speak with your mouth full. Suck it.
Smile.
(Phone rings)
Yes?
Who is this, please?
Jane Penaligon.
I need to speak to you.