Joyce Watkins, prostitute. Early 20s.
Fractures to the skull.
Traces of semen, so she had unprotected intercourse recently.
The difference here is the chisel.
It was inserted prior to death, hence vaginal bruising.
It's not for me to guess, but I'd say she'd been killed by the man who killed Jean McIlvanney.
That's impossible.
(Engaged tone)
Well, they're talking about inducing it, unless it happens pretty soon.
And there's no sign of that.
(Doorbell)
There's someone at the door. I'll call you back.
- Hello. - Hello.
Fitz?
- Hello? - You're wanted.
He's on the lavatory, picking out horses.
You cart help but plcture the scene, can you?
No.
Can we talk sometime?
- Fitz has got my number. - Face to face.
I'm not ready for that just yet.
Yeah?
Beam me up, Scotty.
It's a DNA report.
On the top, samples from semen found in the first victim.
On the bottom, the second. They match.
The same man killed both women.
WISE: How do you murder a woman from behind bars?
Voodoo?
She dragged herself to the stairs, fell down the bloody lot.
The chisel?
Found it on the stairs.
Two cups. Any prints?
Just one set. The victim's.
What do you want from me?
Can I have what's left of my husband, now that you've finished with him?
Yes.
Have you finished with him? It's over?
- Why don't you ask Fitz? - I'm asking you.
You think you hold all the cards, don't you?
You're the loyal, pregnant wife. I'm the marriage wrecker.
We didn't know you were pregnant.
We did absolutely nothing wrong.
Is it over?
Yes.
I was only ever interested in his body.
You know, I never thought I'd hear myself saying this.
But there's a certain poetic justice to it.
To your rape, I mean.
David Harvey killed the first woman - of that there can be no doubt.
The man who killed the second has to be someone that David Harvey confided in.
Bye, Fitz.
- Women used to fight over me once, you know. - Really?
Send the Head in and everything.
The loser got me.
Who would you confide in?
Your priest, your brother.
What are the odds against two men having comparable DNA?
Pretty long, right?
Unless the two men happen to be brothers. A lot shorter.
His brother's a Catholic priest.
WISE: Do you get on well wlth Father Mlchael? - Yes.
- Do you mind? - Yes, I do, actually.
WISE: What about your husband?
Does he get on OK with him?
- They're brothers. - I know, love, yeah. So were Cain and Abel.
Trust each other?
Yes.
- Wouldn't hlde anythlng from each other? - No.
You must resent that.
Sometimes.
Does he visit prostitutes?
- He's a priest. - He's human.
I know you, and people like you.
A few priests make a mistake, and you seize on it.
"They're all llke that." Well, they're not.
A mistake? You call murder a mistake?
- Murder? - Yes.
- You think Michael could kill someone? - Yes.
- Does he visit prostitutes? - No.
Do you think you owe Mlchael something? Cos I don't.
- Your husband went to prostitutes for years. - He didn't.
He had unprotected sex with them. Spent money on them.
You dort think he'd tell hls priest?
You said it yourself.' they trust each other. They wouldn't hide anything from each other.
Father Michael has known for years. He's just not told you.
Excuse me.
Does he vlslt prostltutes?
Yes.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to church.
Me too. Even money, the roof falls in.
Llght a candle for Peter.
Do it.
Sorry.
I've known her husband for 20 years. Wouldn't harm a fly.
And his brother?
Father Michael?
(Door opens)
Do you start with the big sins and move down, or the little ones and move up?
It's very common, Jimmy, for the rapist to blame the victim.
I'm going to get promotion, Jimmy.
DI.
And when I do...
...l'm going to have you running round like a blue-arsed fly.
I'm going to make your life...
...a misery.
Do you know what day it is?
- Wednesday. - It's Bilborough's birthday.
Now, if you sign that, I'll pretend you remembered.
And it might cheer Catriona up a bit.
It always used to be in the dark. Just the grille.
And the priest running his fingers through his hair.
Dandruff spiralling in a shaft of light.
Well, things have changed. Vatican II.
- Ah. - Head And Shoulders.
Oh, yes.
- What can I do for you? - I want to take Communion at Mum's funeral.
Your mother would have liked that.
A few grubby stains to get off my soul.
And it won't be a two-minute job with a damp sponge.
More two weeks' sandblasting.
- I thought Communion didn't matter to you. - It doesn't.
Well, then, why bother with all this? Why not just take it?
You did too good a job on me when I was a kid.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It is... 30-odd years since my last confession.
May God help you confess your sins with true sorrow.
- Sorrow? - Yes.
Ah. That's a problem, cos the first one's adultery, and I'm not at all sorry.
What do you get for that these days? A novena?
It was well won'th lt.
Does your wife know?
Yes. I am sorry about that. I'm sorry I hurt my wife.
- Anything else? - Er... I drink too much.
I smoke too much.
I gamble too much.
I am too much.
I know. Your mother was worried about you.
Yeah... What if a priest isn't won'thy of being a priest? Am I still absolved?
Yes.
And tomorrow, that lump of bread will still turn Into the body of Christ? Yes?
- Yes. - Even if... what?
The priest's involved in murder?
Yes.
God won't punish you for the sins of your priest.
You don't like prostitutes, do you?
- Prostitution. - You despise them?
- They sell sex. They sell something sacred. - You've got a lot in common, then.
Only, prostitutes sell it quite cheap - 20, 30 a time.
Whereas you've traded a car,
a job for llfe, a roof over your head, clothes on your back, food in your belly.
You've got a romantic notion of prostitutes, Eddie.
- Fitz. - They're just out there,
putting shoes on their kid's feet and food in their kid's belly.
- Yes. - And how do thelr punters get the money?
By seeing their own wives go short and their own kids go hungry.
Prostitutes take money from other women, not men.
Is that what you told David?
Did it make him feel better about killing Jean McIlvanney?
Why do you drink?
I'm easily bored.
Bullshit!
So many drunks tell me that.
You drink because you despise yourself, or you despise others around you.
Or you've got a sexual problem or a psychological problem.
I think you're a murderer.
I see. You're trying to convince me it's psychological.
I'm serious.
I couldn't murder a plnt. I certainly couldn't do what that man did.
And what did he do?
He murdered someone.
You implied something else.
- I didn't. - You did.
"I couldn't do what that man dld."
It implies... he defiled the body in some way.
- Did he? - Yes. How did you know?
I didn't. The police said it was a brutal murder. That implies things.
All murder's brutal.
Do you think you were a good son?
Hm...
He did this.
And this.
- You think I'm capable of doing that? - Yes.
- And yet you'd let me bury your mother? - She's dead.
You're gonna put her in a hole in the ground tomorrow. That's all.
Do you want to know how I know It was you? Shall I tell you what your flrst blg mlstake was?
You despise the Church.
You had a cup of tea. Milk and two sugars. I know you take two sugars. I've seen you do it.
Joyce wouldn't let a punter stay for a cup of tea. She gets them out as soon as possible.
You went for a chat.
She knew you'd gone for a chat. How did she know that?
Because you were wearing a dog collar. Big mistake.
You know what your second mistake was?
People who despise the Church - they don't worry me.
People who are bored with it, well...
But people who despise it - well, it must really matter to them.
There weren't any fingerprints.
You didn't leave any prints on the cup, or the saucer, or the spoon. You wore gloves.
You'll come back to us.
When your body can't take the booze any more, or there's a cough you can't get rid of,
or a lump that won't go away.
There was a prostitute murdered just down the road.
She's sitting there, with a man wearing gloves.
Joyce must have felt very safe. She did.
He was wearing a dog collar.
- Joyce? - Yes.
Not Jean. Another woman?
Yes.
- Recently? - Oh, you're good! (Laughs)
Whilst my brother was behind bars?
Yes.
God, the father of mercies, through the death and resurrection...
- It's not a dog collar. It's a tourniquet, really. - What?
A tourniquet. Keep wearing it. When you take it off, the blood starts pumping.
...reconclled the world to Hlmself,
and sent the Holy Spirit amongst us for the forgiveness of sins,
through the ministry of the Church.
May God give you pardon and peace.
I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Thank you.
(Engine starts up)
They're lovely.
How's it been? Today, I mean.
I'm getting through it. People have been round.
(Child's laughter)
(Hyperventilating)
(Whimpering)
It's his brother. Jimmy, it's not David. It's John. It's his brother.
(Panting)
(Runs water)
Are you OK?
(Groans) Yeah.
Are you living with someone?
John.
His brother?
He moved in four weeks ago.
He'll never take David's place, Jimmy.
(Groans)
Hello, Maggle.
All his pay slips.
He's lied to me for years.
He's earned 50, 60, 70 a week more than he told me.
He spent it all on prostitutes.
Filthy, pox-ridden prostitutes.
Not using anything, and coming home to me stinking of them.
Did you kill Joyce Watkins?
Not a speck of dust. I keep this house shining.
He comes in and treads all their filth through my house.
You're not even surprised by the question, are you, Maggie?
Did you kill Joyce Watklns?
Why would I kill her?
That's what I've been trying to work out myself.
The only thing I can think is to get David out of jail.
Killing in the same way, so they'd have to let hlm go.
There's hate. Maybe I hated her.
And there's guilt.
If I hadn't taken his money, she'd still be alive,
and I wouldn't have got to know anything about it.
But I've learned to live with guilt.
You've learned to llve with guilt.
If you can live with a child's death, you can live with anything.
Thousands of pounds.
I'd stand for an hour in the supermarket,
waiting for them to knock down the price of food past its sell-by date.
And they'd look at me and know what I was waiting for.
And he's spending thousands on prostitutes.
And you knew.
- I didn't. - Get out of my house.
MAGGIE: Can you explaln how It happened? - I don't have to!
- A second, identical murder! - This is ongoing.
It's an ongoing investigation!
- Everything's been kept secret... - It's an investigation into a very serious matter.
We're talking murder!
You know what you're doing?
Will you answer the question? How did you find out about it?
You are putting all women in danger, because...
(Shouting) Will you answer the question, Mrs Harvey? How did you find out about it?
- Make her a cup of tea, Jane. - I don't want a bloody cup of tea.
I just want to see my husband, please.
That's impossible, at the moment.
How did you find out?
He told Michael. Michael told me.
Look, I'm not a lawyer, but I am golng to get one.
And I am bloody sure that you will have some explalnlng to do.
A second, identical murder, for God's sake!
(Doorbell)
What do you want, Jimmy?
Can I sleep here? I mean, spend the night.
It's my busy time, sweetheart.
I'll pay you.
I just don't want to be alone.
Look, there's a maniac on the loose. Don't take this personally.
(Phone rings)
- Hello? - Paula, It's Denlse here. I've let Jlmmy Beck In.
Right.
- Bye. - Bye.
Right.
Now, where were we?
(Laughs)
This is evidence.
This is a dying mars statement.
He knew he was dying.
And he still... did the job.
And that makes my mistake worse. You know?
I mean, if it had led to the death of a man who was no better or worse than me,
that'd be bad enough.
But to know that he was ten times the man I'll ever be...
iAmazing Grace
At least she didn't die of anything serious.
iBy yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
iWhere the sun shlnes brlght on Loch Lomond
iWhere I and my true love were ever wont to gae
iOn the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
iOh, ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road
iAnd I'll be In Scotland...
The sister-in-law's taking his car. What do I do? Over.
Roger. Stay where you are. We're talling the priest. Over.
"Blessed are the poor, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inerit the earth.
Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice...
for they shall be satisfied."
- The body of Christ. - Amen.
- Are you following me, love? - Yes.
- Why? - I need a bit of advice.
I've got four kids and no husband, and I need to make a bit of money.
- Are you thinking of going on the game? - Yes.
- Drive a car like this? - It's my brother-in-law's. He's a priest.
- Some of my best customers are priests. - Can you spare me five minutes?
It won't take five minutes. You're too old, sweetheart. Too old to learn.
Er... I'd like to start with my dad, really.
Every other week my dad worked nights.
Twelve hours a night, seven nights a week.
And as a kid I quite looked forward to that,
because it meant that he came home before we got up.
And the fire was lit, and the lights were on, and the cockroaches had disappeared.
And... Yup! And erm...
I used to... I used to watch him going to work and coming home from work.
And he always turned up the money every week, and I used to think, "Why does he do it?
Why doesn't he leave us and go and spend all his hard-earned money on himself?"
Er... but er... I never thought that about Mum.
She was always part of us.
It was always me and Danny and Mum.
A love so... solid, that you could take it for granted.
(Clears throat) Example.
Erm... one night, there was a boxing match on television.
It was er... er...
Brian London and Floyd Patterson.
Brian London and Floyd Patterson. That's right.
And we snuck downstairs to watch, and...
we were In the lobby, and you could see through the crack In the door.
They were watching in comfort - it was freezing out in the lobby.
They were watching in the heat, and the fire was blazing.
And I just knew that if I pushed the door open...
she would understand how much we wanted to watch.
And... I did. I pushed the door, and she looked.
And Dad started shouting at us, and Danny was giving me daggers.
And she said, "Aye, OK, but off to bed with you as soon as it's finished."
(Tearfully) And I just knew she was gonna say that. I just knew that.
(Clears throat) Well, she wasn't one for rational analysis.
She preferred a row. Right?
(Laughter)
And I remember a particular one.
She woke up one morning after a night out and discovered that she'd lost her false teeth.
And I remember she accused my dad of hiding them out of spite.
And they never spoke to each other for two whole days.
And sometime later, she found them in her pillow slip.
(Laughter)
At times like these, you dearly wish that there was a heaven.
You dearly wlsh that you belleved that there was a heaven, and I dort.
But if it turns out there is one, she'll be up there, with her glasses on and her tongue sticking out,
with the racing page open in front of her, picking out the winners.
Fifi, the French maid.
Noreen, the nubile nun.
Nicky, the naughty night nurse.
Prim Miss Parsons, who smacks the bums of all her naughty boys.
- Susle, the sexy schoolle. - Did he like that?
Shirley Temple?
- Yes. - Yeah.
I'd sing How Much Is That Doggie In The Window, and then he'd start.
I've got the wig here.
iHow much is that doggie in the window?
iThe one with the waggly tail
iHow much is that doggie in the window?
iI do hope that doggie's for sale
(Screams)
(Knocks)
Paula?
Paula, are you OK?
Are you OK?
I'm fine.
On its own, number nine.
All the fours, 44.
Sweatir a bit there, kid.
Two and three, 23.
Two llttle ducks, 22.
ALL: Quack, quack!
Thank you, quackers.
Seven and slx, 76.
Major's Den, number ten.
ALL: Get him out!
BECK: He's out. He's not wearlng his collar.
RADIO: Roger.
He's heading down Bateman Street towards Chaddant Drive.
iThey were going to hold a party on the Golden Jubilee
iAnd Kate, says she to Pat McGee, come listen here to me
iPut on your old knee breeches and your coat of emerald green...
(Singing drowned by chatter)
- (Drunkenly) You hated her. - I didn't.
You did. You sneered at her.
I didn't. Katie, get your jacket.
You used to laugh at the way she got everything on the drip.
Out of the catalogues. You used to find it faintly amusing.
What are you going to do about the house?
You treated her like one of your clients.
Fitz, you never went to see her for five months. You know why?
I wasn't there to remind you, to make you go. You can't blame me for anything.
I know it's hard. Grief's hard at the best of times, but when you're feeling guilty as sin...
...that must be unbearable.
Bye, Danny.
Do you want this number, just in case?
No, I don't think it's ever gonna come.
You know why this baby won't come out?
It's taken a peek, seen your bloody father, and said, "No, thank you very much!"
- You're doing 60. - "I don't want to grow up like that."
- You're doing 60. - I know I'm doing 60. I feel like doing 60.
(Siren)
(Groans)
(Gasps)
(Pants)
I hope you've got a good excuse.
The best.
I'm in labour.
Right. Listen. Don't worry.
Follow me, love. All right?
PENHALIGON: I think he wants to go In.
Well, she's not lettlng hlm.
He's golng back to the car.
iCrossing the broad Atlantic, where once more he ranged too long...
- You're a snob. - Oh, I knew we'd get to that eventually.
You're a bloody snob. Do you recognise any of these people?
- "Stick to your roots." - You grew up with these people.
- "The salt of the earth." - You've hardly spoken to any of them.
(Drunkenly) You stayed, right? That's the point you're making. You stayed.
Upright pillar of the community. Huh?
You know why you stayed? Do you want me to tell you why you stayed?
Cos you didn't have the bloody money to go, you stupid hypocrite!
Pa's birthday. You said you'd phone.
She sat in all morning, waiting for you to phone. It broke her heart.
She went out. When she came back, I said you'd phoned.
I used to tell her you'd come round when she was out,
and that you were really sorry that you hadn't seen her.
I used to have to make things up,
cos she'd ask me how you were getting on, and what you were doing these days.
I was doing it all the time.
That time in the lobby - I knew why you pushed that door.
You don't have a monopoly on feelings. I know why you pushed it.
I was enjoying it.
Watching Ma and Pa, knowing they didn't know we were there.
That's why I gave you daggers.
It wasn't the fight. I wasrt even watching the bloody fight!
(Tearfully) I was watching Ma and Pa!
(Danny crying)
- You want another drink? - Do I look like I need another drink?
Let's put in the bookie's window again.
It's reinforced glass!
(Laughing)
He's going into 32 Parnaby Street.
(Doorbell)
- Denise Fletcher? - Yeah.
BOTH: Do you think I would leave you dying - I'll phone the police! I'm warning you.
iWhen there's room on my horse for two?
(Laughing drunkenly)
(Laughing and shouting)
Why?
I'm sorry?
Why are you giving your money away?
- They could do with it. - We could all do with it.
Denlse...
Jesus! I'm bleeding.
No. No! Aaaarghh!
- (Screaming) - Denise...
- You are nicked. - What for?
For stealing the altar wine!
It's coming from upstairs. It's Paula!
No! No! No! No!
Right.
WISE: Jesus Chrlst.
(Gasps)
I got hit by a mobile phone.
A bit more mobile than I thought it was.
(Gasps)
What... what are you doing?
Oh, God, yes, of course.
You're all right. You're doing wonderfully.
I'm a seed pod. I'm a bloody seed pod. Tell me I'm a seed pod.
You are - you're a seed pod! And I love you. You are.
It's like shelling peas. Mother Earth. I am Mother Earth! (Groans)
That's right. All right. That's it.
Do you still think God's a woman?
(Whimpering)
- Gas and air? - Oh, just breathe on me. That'll do.
You were pissed when Mark was born, you were pissed when Katie was born,
and you're pissed now.
Well, at least I'm consistent.
Come on. Come on.
(Panting)
We can see the baby's head.
We can see the baby's head! We can see the baby's head. It's on its way.
Come on, come on, come on.
- (Groans) - Come on, come on.
Just breathe away.
You can see it! You can see it.
- Are you crying? - No, I'm not.
- Cheap sentimentality! - It isn't.
- (Screams) - That's it. That's all right.
This baby means something?
- Everything. - Everything?
Then promise you'll never gamble again.
If you can't promise me that, it's cheap sentimentality.
The thing you most despise in all the world.
- Push, now, Judith. - Gambling hurts me, hurts my children.
If this baby means so bloody much, promise me you'll never gamble again.
I promise I'll never gamble again! Now, come on!
(Groans)
Massive damage to the skull.
Heavy metal instrument.
Chisel inserted into the vagina.
Same MO as the others. Same man, I'd reckon.
Time of death?
She's been dead for a few hours.
Well, that puts the priest in the clear.
Oh, a lovely baby boy!
- Give him to me. - I'll just inject your leg now.
- Give him to me, please. - Oh, he's lovely.
Give him to me. Give him to me.
- (Baby squealing) - Well done. Congratulations.
Fitz, oh, Fitz, he's lovely!
Well done. Well done.
Two cups of tea.
What are you doing?
- Nothing. - Did you know this girl?
No. Er...
- I may have nicked her once or twice. - Have you been here recently?
- No. - Then what's your name doing on the pad?
- I don't know. - You were gonna rip that off.
I wasn't. Look...
Can I get some air?
Yeah. I'll see you down the nick.
- One of you all. Come on. Get in there. - Yeah, come on.
- Smile. - I'm smiling.
- I don't think he wants to. - (Footsteps)
He's beautiful.
- Thank you. - Do you want me?
Yes.
Right.
I won't be away long.
Bye.
He's lovely.
He's got a fair-sized willy, too.
Well, never mind - he's got your eyes.
Seven pound, twelve ounces.
That's the whole baby, of course, not just the willy.
WISE: You'd better come up wlth somethlng. - I can't.
A womars murdered, and your name's found on her bloody pad!
- Well, there's no explanation for it. - (Knocking)
Come in.
- Oh, God Almighty! - No. Fitz, actually.
Look. The girls are looking after each other. You know?
If someone gets someone in, they phone a mate and give the geezer's name.
So?
Look, I went to see Denise Fletcher.
Jane...
- What for? - I had to ask her some questions.
She phoned her mate. It must have been Paula.
You can check the list of calls she made.
- Well, how long were you there? - A few hours.
A few hours? Why? Did she have a bloody stutter or something?
BECK: Well, I had a lot of questlons. You know?
What was the first one? "How are you fixed?"
Look, it was strictly professional.
Hello, Denise.
I'm really sorry about Paula.
If we were a bunch of nice middle-class women, you'd have him by now.
- Was Jimmy Beck with you last night? - You see this as street cleansing, don't you?
Knocking us all off one by one, doing you all a favour.
Was Jimmy Beck with you last night?
No.
He told us he was. I just want to confirm it - that's all.
Yeah.
- How long for? - All night.
Did you phone Paula, give her Beck's name?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Denise...
What?
Did he hurt you?
Jimmy Beck?
Yeah.
He didn't do anything.
He needed company.
He's a sad bastard.
WISE: Five hundred?
Yeah.
- There was ?500 in the poor box? - It was my own money.
So, you were gonna give ?500 of your own money to two little kids?
Their mother had been murdered. They had no-one.
Saint Michael?
- Hardly. - No.
Because you put a bit of business their way, don't you?
Sorry, I don't follow.
You. You go with prostitutes.
For God's sake!
Maggie told us.
- And you belleved her? - Why should she lie?
She didn't even know her husband was going with prostitutes.
She could hardly know what I do In my spare tlme.
So, you're confirming that her husband did go with prostitutes?
- I didn't say that. - You did.
It's never been established till now. We're very grateful.
I am a celibate priest.
There are one or two of us still around.
I do not go with prostitutes.
You're free to go now, Father. Thank you.
- You followed me. - I had to.
You believed that I was capable of murder.
You're free to go now. Thank you.
Are you totally bloody stupid?
Keep tabs on Holy Joe.