Can you read?
Was that a rhetorical question?
So, what happens if the cab catches fire and I can't get out, cos the doors are locked?
You burn to death.
Oh.
How long will you be?
Depends on whether they let me out or not.
It's a mental hospital.
(Women laughing)
- Hello. - Shirley Temple without a condom?
- Shirley Temple wlth a condom. - Without.
- With. - There's a girl round the corner who'll do it.
Then she's an idiot.
Hello, Jimmy.
Irish.
Rather thoughtful of me. Don't you think?
Scunthorpe.
- How are you? - There's nothing wrong with me.
You've been away from your work for four months, Jlmmy.
There's nothing wrong with me. Now, what do you want?
- I just thought you might like a visit. - You've left it a bit late.
Why did you rape her?
- Who? - Jane Penaligon.
I didn't.
(Toots horn)
Where are you going?
Hey, Jean, come on.
Do you know what you're doing?
Come on, Jean.
Shirley Temple without a condom - 50 quid.
40.
- You've never raped anyone? - No.
- You're a liar. - I'm not.
- How old are you? - 46.
You got your end away for the first time, say, 30 years ago?
Thelma.
Thelma. And the ones after Thelma?
The dark alley. Back seat of a car.
They struggle a blt, but you're full of beer.
- Your left hand holds her wrist... - This is about the rape of Jane Penaligon.
...while your right hand roams free... - The man wore a mask.
And only then do you stop.
We've all done it.
Everyone my age and over - we could all be had up for rape. Right?
Wrong. So...?
So, don't look at me like I'm a piece of muck.
We're not talking about date-rape here, Jimmy. You wore a mask. You carried a knife.
- It wasrt me. - Knocked her about a bit.
- She thought you were gonna bloody klll her. - It wasrt me.
♪ How much is that doggie in the window?
♪ The one with the waggety tail
♪ How much is that doggie in the window?
♪ I do hope that doggie's for sale
♪ I don't want a bunny or a kitten
♪ I don't want a parrot that talks
♪ I don't want a bowl o' little fishes
♪ You cart take a flsh for a walk
♪ How much is that doggie in the window?
♪ The one with the...
(Continues humming)
♪... doggie in the window? I do hope...
- Slut. ♪... that doggie's for sale
- Filthy little slut. ♪ How much is that doggie in...
Tart. (Growls)
You've always wondered what it was like.
You filthy little slut.
Well, now you're gonna find out.
You little tart.
You little slut.
You're dying for it, aren't you?
12 years old, and you're dying for it.
You filthy little bitch.
I've seen your case notes. Nervous breakdown 16 weeks ago.
- I'm over it. - Stressed. Depressed.
Prone to anxiety attacks. Guilt does that to a man.
Guilt over Bilborough's death.
Guilt over the rape of Jane Penaligon.
Guilt over the death of a much-loved colleague.
Is that what you've been telling them for 16 weeks?
Why should I rape her? I've screwed her.
I got slck of screwlng her, so why should I rape her?
Convince me.
A little tattoo on the inside of her thigh.
Now I know you raped her.
A raplst Is gonna see that, Is he?
Rip 'em off, stick it in, dark corner, and a rapist is gonna see a little thing like that?
You've kissed that little tattoo, haven't you, Fitz?
You've felt the halr tlckle your cheek as you klssed lt.
(Chuckles) For God's sake,
you've been there.
If a fat piss-artist like you could screw her, anybody can.
I believe she said something similar.
Well, there you go, then.
You've been dipping into your Guardian again, haven't you?
Bilborough screwed her. Well, he's dead.
Do you think I'd lie about something like that? You think I'd lie about that?
I think you're capable of anything.
I've got no money.
I had a 50 slotted down the side. My wife must have taken it.
- I've got to have it. - Well, I'll give you it next time.
I need it tonight. The kids need their school dinner money.
There's a man coming for the rent.
- Well, I'll pass it in in the morning. - I'm sure you will! Have you got a cash card?
- Yeah. - Well, there's banks up the road.
- All right. I'll be five minutes. - I'm coming with you.
I'll be about five minutes, love. OK?
VAGRANT: ♪ O clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot...
It hasn't cleared.
- What? - My wages are in, but the cheque's not cleared.
- What are you gonna do? VAGRANT: Never put your falth In technology.
Oh, thanks.
- It'll clear by Tuesday. - I need it tonight. You'll have to borrow it.
Technology's got no heart, no soul.
Do you mind?
Who can I borrow it off?
- A friend. - No.
- A nelghbour. - No.
- Your wife. - Are you serious?
She won't have spent the whole 50. She'll have something left.
I'll wait nearby. I won't embarrass you, but I need that money.
(Vagrant jabbers)
I want it, Dave, or I shall start screaming "rape", right now. Cos that's exactly what it is. It's rape.
- Keep your voice down. - We are redundant.
I did my bit - you won't do yours. It's bloody rape!
- Yeah, yeah. - I want that money, Dave.
VAGRANT: Nobody's making money.
They're buying the machines that the machines are making! A solution is needed.
- What do you want from me? - I want you to tell me that you raped her.
- Did she send you? - Hardly spoken to her for four months.
I didn't rape her.
She needs you to acknowledge your guilt.
(Laughs)
I've been listening to that language for months.
I've had psychologists and psychiatrists,
and therapists and counsellors coming out with that bullshit.
I've got an A-level in it.
I'll tell you what you want.
- I know what I want. - I'll tell you what you really want.
You want to go back to her, the all-conquering bloody hero, and get your leg over.
That's what you really want.
(Sighs) You find sex a fascinating subject, don't you, Jimmy?
Right. I'll be five minutes.
(Siren blaring on TV)
All right, Dad?
- Where's your mum? - Kitchen.
The kids are still up.
They're going now. Joan, Theresa, bed.
Oh, but Mum, it's in the best part of the programme.
Did you... (Clears throat) Did you take money from my wallet?
The mllkman.
- You could have missed him. - I missed him last week.
- How much is there? - £28.
The kids need their dinner money in the morning.
Are you OK?
Well, er... give her my love.
And a big kiss?
If you want to smoke, you smoke.
- Mum, can we keep the light on? - Not if you're gonna mess about.
- Just to read? - Nlght, Mum.
Ten minutes, then it's off. Night, lads.
- Night. - Kiss your dad good night.
- Night, Dad. - Night, sweetheart.
- Night, Dad. - Oh, sleep tight, darling.
You too.
(Children shouting and laughing)
- Did you get it? - I'll get it.
Where?
- Where are we going? - You bitch! You bloody hard-faced bitch.
- Thlnklng you could walk Into my house... - Stop the car!
Upset my wife, my kids, my whole bloody family. Who the hell do you think you are?
You're nothing. Compared to them, you're scum.
I've got a weapon.
If you don't get paid, you don't get paid. You've got no rights.
I'll wait till Tuesday.
- How dare you come into my house? - Tuesday!
You filthy piece of scum!
You keep away from me!
- Get out of the car. - Don't you touch me. Leave me alone!
(Screaming)
(Click)
(Laughs)
Are you all right, James?
Hello, Dave.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
What's the matter?
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Come on, come on. Let's go inside.
(Knocking)
(Knocking continues)
I've been to see Jlmmy Beck.
You werert around when I needed you, Fitz.
I've had to cope on my own.
And I have, thank you very much.
- I've told you: Keep your nose out. - Well, I can't.
I have to ask you this.
Yes?
Er...
Did you and Jimmy Beck ever... you know?
For God's sake!
You're my brother, for God's sake. Help me!
If you want absolution, you're gonna have to earn it.
Two conditions.
One...
You have an obligation to that womars children for the rest of your life.
You look after them. That's time, money, effort. Can you promise me that?
Look at me! Can you promise me that?
Yes.
Two...
You tell your wife everything.
- She was a prostitute. I can't tell Maggie... - You're capable of killing another human being,
but you can't tell your wife you've been with a prostitute?
You tell her everything!
I am so sick... of sharing your...
dirty little secrets.
You tell her everything.
Right.
If you renege on that promise, David, I'm going straight to the police.
What are you doing here?
What's up?
Hello, Eddie.
Is it Ma?
(Uncorks bottle)
Don't say anything.
It's bad news - I know that. I just don't know how bad news.
I'm clutching at straws here. A serious illness?
Operation required?
She's dead.
I'm so sorry, Fitz.
How?
Stroke. Half-eight tonight.
I got her to the hospital.
She died at 20 past ten.
Nearly two hours in hospital.
I said, that's nearly two hours in the hospital.
- I heard. - How dld you not phone me?
Don't stand there like you're all-knowing. How did you not phone me?
- You don't want to hear this. - How did you not phone me?
I didn't want to leave her side, and you've seen her once in the last three months...
- Oh. ...so I thought you must be busy.
You always were a sanctimonious wee shite!
(Scrubbing)
Rub my back.
(Sobbing)
Fitz...
Grief's delicious, isn't it?
I'm not with you.
Oh...
Life's boring, banal.
And then a parent dies.
And at last...
there's a genuine emotion.
A profound emotion.
And you savour it.
It's delicious.
You're being a bit hard on yourself.
How long's it been going on?
Tonight was the first time ever.
The third time.
With the same prostitute?
What did you do with them?
What did you do with them that you couldn't do with me?
(Screams)
Are you all right, sir?
- Nobby Stiles, love. - Sorry?
Piles.
Bruce Charnock. He found her.
- Have you touched her, Mr Charnock? - No.
(Train thunders past)
(Bird flutters away)
The Glasgow man. Hard-drinking, hard-living!
The graveyards are full of them.
University-educated, late 20s.
Still a DC in a job where anyone with half a brain gets to be Chief Constable.
I can understand your bitterness, son.
WISE: I've seen some terrlble thlngs In thlsjob...
But she's not a pretty sight?
I'm talking about you, lad.
My Mum died last night.
Oh, I'm sorry, Fitz.
(Chatter on radio)
Sir.
It's a classic disorganised murder.
He's used a weapon, instead of his bare hands. Probably that chisel.
It was probably lying about.
No, no. There's... there's no rust on it.
He might have brought it in his car. There's tyre marks down there.
But why a chisel? A jack, a torch, maybe, but a chisel?
Is he a builder, maybe? A joiner?
Oh, no, he would keep his tools out of sight.
In the boot, not conveniently to hand.
Maybe the chisel was hers.
In which case, she's somebody who's learnt to look after herself.
Had to learn to look after herself.
And the way she's dressed and...
what he's done to her...
She's a prostitute.
(Rings bell)
- Oh, hello, Danny. - Michael, this is Eddie, my brother.
I'm pleased to meet you. Come in.
I'm sorry about your mother, Eddie. She was a great woman.
- Fitz. - Sorry?
- Call me Fitz. - Fitz. Come in.
Now, this is my brother, David.
I'll er... Excuse me.
Right.
I'll be in touch.
Right. What'll it be?
Scotch.
(Laughs) I meant tea or coffee!
Do we have a name yet?
WISE: No.
Early 30s, smoker, given birth at least once.
Five or six blows to the skull.
Brain haemorrhage - that's what killed her.
Traces of semen. She had unprotected intercourse just before death.
Tearlng to the vaglna, but no brulslng,
so the chlsel was Inserted after death.
- Would you like to read something? - The Sermon On The Mount.
- Fitz? - I'd like to talk about her.
Plain English. No platitudes.
- Yeah. Flne. Communlon? - Yeah.
No. I'm not going to take Communion.
- Ma would want you to. - Yeah, well, it means nothing to me.
Don't look at me.
Dort look at me llke that.
Anything else?
A game of bingo, halfway through the service.
(Chuckles)
We've got a name. Jean Mcllvanney.
Right.
Oh, by the way, Jimmy Beck's coming back in the morning.
(Vomiting)
- Hi, Jimmy. - Jimmy.
- Hey, Jim. How are you doing? - Yeah, fine.
WISE: Well known In the area. Llves local.
- Ah, It's Jlmmy Beck! - (Cheering)
It's... It's good to be home.
Listen, lads. I've got to say this.
As you know, Jimmy's had a bad time with his nerves and that.
So, I want you to take It easy on hlm.
No sudden shocks or anything, like er...
like Jane here getting a round in!
(Laughter)
(Bag pops)
(Laughter)
WISE: OK, let's get back to lt. Let's get serlous.
- No-one'll play cricket. - That's cos you're crap.
No, it's not. How many in the football team do you see playing cricket in summer?
- What's that got to do with it? - It's got a lot to do with it.
The football team, they're all-rounders, good at everything.
They don't play cricket. You know why that is? Cos they're snobs.
WISE ON TV: She was an occaslonal prostltute, and we belleve
she was out on the street sometlme before her death.
We'd llke to speak to anybody who saw Jean Mcllvanney on Sunday nlght.
We can assure anyone who comes forward, anyone who phones us,
that thelr Informatlon wlll be treated as strlctly confldentlal.
Thls was a frenzled attack by a brutal klller,
and we're appeallng to the publlc to help us solve thls case.
I was with Jean Mcllvanney on Sunday night.
I don't know his name. We call him Shirley Temple.
Drives a gold Renault.
Why Shirley Temple?
He likes you to sing some little girlie song, suck your thumb a bit.
Turns hlm on.
- Is it always money upfront, Denise? - Unless he's a regular.
What if I couldn't pay? You'd come across, and I couldn't pay?
You wouldn't get through the door.
You wouldn't take a cheque?
No way. I'd go with you to the cash machine.
♪ How much is that doggie in the window?
♪ The one with the waggly tail
♪ How much is that doggie in the window?
♪ I do hope that doggie's for sale
- Was that the song you heard? - Yes.
Three cash machines in the area, sir. This is everyone who used them Sunday night.
How many is there?
- 83. - Are you OK?
- Can I make a suggestion, sir? - No. You can tell me what's wrong.
- Can I make a suggestion, sir? - (Knocking)
She sang How Much Is That Doggie?
OK, fine.
OK, off you pop.
OK, let's hear it.
The argument was over money.
If he'd got money out of the machine, he'd have paid her, not killed her.
Nine names put their cards in, but got no money out.
We should talk to them first.
Yeah, OK. It makes sense.
Sir...
Can I take Beck with me?
You had a gun in your mouth and you pulled the trigger.
You stuck a gun in my mouth. Slight difference.
You pulled the trigger.
Yeah.
Why?
Why not?
You felt guilty.
Yeah...
About raping me.
About Bilborough's death.
You're lying, Jimmy.
Tell me you raped me, Jimmy.
- Where is it? - Where's what?
Are you wearing it?
Get your filthy hands off me!
- You're miked up. - Do not touch me! Don't touch me!
- You're taping me! - I don't know what you're talking about.
(Panting)
You're pathetic, love.
(Revs engine)
(Revving intensifies)
(Revving fades)
(Operatically) ♪ The nations not so blest as thee
♪ Must in their turn to tyrants fall
♪ Must in, must in, must in their turn...
- Is your name Barney? ♪... to tyrants...
Yeah.
Sunday night. You were standing by a cash machine in Bournemouth Street. Is that right?
Do you want me like that?
Were you in Bournemouth Street on Sunday night?
My father used to work here.
- Him and thousands of others. - Were you in Bournemouth Street on Sunday?
You don't care, do you?
Look, I'm a bit pushed for time.
Falklands War. Then I came back home to this.
Well, I'm interested in events closer to home.
Jesus!
- Look, I'm a policeman. - Aye. Well, I'm a war hero.
(Screams) I'm a bleedir war hero!
DS Beck to Control. Assistance urgently required.
Asslstance urgently requlred.
The Old Statlon, Blackwell Street. Asslstance urgently requlred.
Urgently requlred. Old Statlon, Blackwell Street.
I'm a pollce offlcer. Thls Is gonna get you In serlous trouble.
There's a pollce car on lts way.
Asslstance urgently requlred. Urgently.
I'm a police officer!
BARNEY: They took our plcture. Me and the lads. Every slngle one of us.
(Siren)
(Beck and Barney shouting over radio)
FITZ: Why didn't you come and knock on the door?
Because I can't face your wife.
Beck's in hospital. Suspected broken arm.
Did you do it?
We're going to see a David Harvey.
He used the cash machine, and his car's been conveniently stolen.
- Hey, Dad, there's your girlfriend, Mavis! - (Laughter)
I hate that Mavis. She's a right moaner, irt she?
Yeah!
(Coronation Street on TV)
MAVIS: Rlta, the llbrary's full of books on garden themes.
RITA: Your llttle patch Isrt blg enough...
(Doorbell) - That'll be the door.
- Upstairs, everyone. - What?
- Upstairs. Now. - But, Mum...!
MAVIS: It could be orlental. It could be Itallan formal, or an ordered wllderness.
- Night. - Night.
RITA: You could put In a dog rose, a blackberry bush, and call It The Outback.
MAVIS: Do you know, some people even have gnomes, and It's stlll...
So, they've got these chemlcals about to explode,
and they evacuate the factory and all the houses, and that was the end of part two.
Let it burn, I say.
- Sorry? - London.
Part three: The chemicals explode...
- Have we met? - I don't think so. Do you want me to go on?
I'm confused. Now, don't get me wrong. I know you're utterly innocent, but...
you're descrlblng a programme you saw between nlne and ten.
Yeah.
And it's almost as if you know she was murdered between nine and ten.
Which is strange, because the police never released that information.
It's just that we didn't watch anything before nine.
Rlght.
And could you explain how your cash card got used while you were sitting watching telly?
Er...you could have glven It to the boy, to go out and get you a few bob or...
Yeah.
But the trouble is, it wasrt used locally.
It was used at the bank half a mile away from the victim's flat.
You've reported your car stolen. A Renault?
Yes.
- Gold? - Yes.
A gold Renault was seen in the area.
FITZ: Look, I know you dldrt do thls.
You have a wife. You have children.
You wouldn't have unprotected sex with a prostitute.
- Unprotected? - Yeah.
- Are you Catholic? - Yeah.
Me too. (Sighs)
Now I'm totally convlnced that you're Innocent.
We're not the most adventurous of people, sexually. Are we? Huh?
Personally, I've done it twice with the lights on, but that's just me being risqué.
But this man we're looking for, he's erm...
He's into Shirley Temple.
(Shouting)
I'll be down at the station first thing tomorrow morning!
David!
(Siren)
(Dog barking)
You bastard!
You lousy, stinking bastard!
I hope you rot in hell, you stinking, murdering bastard!
Get your hands off me! Let me get to hlm. I'll cut hls balls off! You lousy...
RECORD-PLAYER: ♪ How much Is that doggle In the wlndow?
(Singing along) ♪ The one with the waggly tail
♪ How much is that doggie in the window?
♪ I do hope that doggie's for sale
♪ I don't want a kitten or a bunny
♪ I don't want a parrot that talks...
(Screams)
FITZ: Davld was at your place when we called round.
FATHER MICHAEL: He's my brother.
He seemed nervous.
He always is.
- Your husband vlslts prostltutes. - He doesn't.
He was picked out in an ID parade by one.
- A prostitute? - Yeah.
With a string of convictions?
She's gonna make a wonderful wltness!
You've had time to think, haven't you?
A lot longer than the, what, flve or slx hours slnce we arrested hlm.
- So, he went with a prostitute, then came home. - So they say.
Did you have sex?
He just murdered somebody. That can be a bit of a turn-on. Did you have sex?
It had happened before, hadrt it? He'd come home, made love to you...
eyes tlghtly shut, pretendlng he was stlll wlth the prostltute he'd just left.
(Metallic clattering)
(Panting)
- Four klds? - Yes.
- On the pill? - No.
No form of blrth control at all?
I had a patient once, young Catholic girl.
I advised her to go on the pill.
She said it was useless - every time she stood up, it fell out.
MAGGIE: I'm not sexually nalve.
Oh? Then why does your husband visit prostitutes?
He doesn't.
We have a good sex life, a good, healthy sex life.
He doesn't need to visit prostitutes.
- Healthy? - Yes.
Healthy, healthy, healthy. What would be unhealthy, I wonder?
(Panting)
Told the kids yet?
Yes.
Cathollc school?
Yeah, lt'll be rlght round that school soon.
Not that their dad's killed somebody. I know Catholic morality.
No, that Dad vlslts prostltutes.
(Crying)
They'll have to change school, of course.
Why doesn't he go the whole hog?
Why doesn't he just rape her physically?
I want this pervert to cough.
What, this one in here?
- Hello. - Hello.
You said we hadrt met before. We have.
- Have we? - Yes. Round at your brother's place.
He's doing my mother's funeral.
- I don't remember. - Ah...
- We've just been talking to your wife. - Oh, how is she?
Ecstatic.
She's golng to take the blame for all thls, of course. You know that?
If you'd got it at home, you wouldn't have seen a prostitute. She'd still be alive. So people say.
Well, they'd be wrong.
I knew you'd be Catholic.
Dresslng up llke Shlrley Temple.
Innocence, virginity... Catholicism.
I don't know what you're on about.
Oh, yes, you do. We understand each other perfectly.
Marrled sex - shall I tell you about marrled sex?
The kids come along.
You do it quietly so you don't wake 'em up.
They grow up. You do it quietly so they don't hear you.
You learn to do it quietly.
No big deal. No big fuss.
Then you go to the movies, turn on the telly - apocalyptic sex.
It starts on the balcony, goes on all the way through the bedroom,
and they end up on the kitchen floor, screaming, moaning.
And there's you and the missus watching, with fixed grins,
churning inside, cos it reminds you of your own pathetic, silent clinches. Am I right?
Actually, my wife and I...
Have a very healthy sex life? That's exactly what she said.
- It's the truth. - Mm-hm?
(Siren)
(Groans) No...
Sir.
(Record-player crackling repetitively)
(Baby crying)
(Baby screams)
Alex...
What did you do? Put your wife on a pedestal - that's all.
I've seen the photo on the wall - Madonna and child.
But you're a man. You have to find somewhere to dump all that lust, all that filth.
And you can't dump it on the woman you worship...
...so you dump it on a slut. Right?
I understand that. Everybody understands that.
I mean, let's get this thing into perspective. We're talking about a prostitute...
a woman who sells it, who...
Who does it for money.
Yeah. What is a woman like that? A slag?
- Yeah. - Slut? Bitch?
Yes.
- Scheming, grasping, filthy whore? - Yes.
- Is that why you did it? - She was coming into my house.
- To your wife? - Yes.
She was going to stand there in front of your wife and kids. Is that why you killed her?
It's the chisel I don't understand.
I mean, hitting her with it, yeah, yeah, I can understand that.
But sticking it in her?
Stlcklng It up her.
Why dld you do that?
I don't know.
I thlnk I do. And It helps, doesrt lt, havlng somebody else that understands?
Hmm? You've killed her. She's lying there. Her legs are open.
You see It there between her legs. It's not really her.
It's not part of her. It's nothing to do with her. It's just that thing between her legs,
that thing that's brought you there, that's made you into a murderer.
That thing. So you have to destroy it, don't you? Destroy it.
Say you did it.
You kllled Jean Mcllvanney, dldrt you, Davld?
No.
(Rapid bleeping)
Nurse!