Someone else has been killed.
Well, I've got the perfect alibi, then, haven't I?
Do you not feel sorry for her?
Yes. But I'm sorry for me, as well.
You didn't kill this poor woman that's just been found.
You didn't kill Joyce Watkins. But you did kill Jean McIlvanney.
I didn't.
Why Shirley Temple?
Don't you lie to me!
I know you did it!
No, don't you put it down. Don't you put the phone down!
So, what age were you when you met?
18. She was 16.
- Virgin? - Me? No.
- Maggie. - I don't know.
You didn't ask?
No.
I don't believe you.
Did she say she was?
- Yes. - Did you believe her?
Yes.
You didn't believe her.
Low self-esteem, you see. If she'd let you screw her, she can't be choosy.
There must have been lots of other men before you.
Did you despise her afterwards?
Slut! To let you do that to her...
You can tell me. I'm a good Catholic boy.
Yes.
Is that why Shirley Temple turns you on?
- I don't know what you're talking about. - To be the very first.
- I don't know what you're talking about. - Best of all, to be first and last. The very first.
Screw a virgin, slaughter her. The first and last.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You killed those two women!
I didn't.
You're lying. I'm going to the police.
- You knew David was seeing prostitutes. - I didn't.
- You knew for years, and you didn't tell me. - I didn't know.
You killed my child. You killed my Peter.
For God's sake, Maggle!
You killed my child - as good as killed him.
Come with me to the police station. I want you to tell them everything.
Oh, I'll tell them everything.
- That's good. - You're an accomplice.
What?
You told David what to do - to think of an alibi.
And when the police came round, you told him to burn the car and report It stolen.
If I talk to the police, you're finished.
My goodness!
WISE: Oh, 'ey, here we go.
Rule number one: If these two do make any money, I'm on half. OK?
(Laughter)
Rule number two.' you do not take any chances.
Do not put yourselves at risk, and do not go off with anybody, no matter who they are. OK?
You're there to observe and report back. That's all. Observe and report back.
If any punter mentlons Shlrley Temple, schoolles, or anything like that,
you blow In right away. Got lt? Anything at all.
Alarll be standing by. Right?
- (Barks) Right? - Right.
Alaril be standing by, I'll be standing by, and we'll only be seconds away.
So, any problems at all, blow In, and you're covered. OK?
I think that's it. Oh, just one more thing.
Glrls, dort go home dressed like that, OK?
- (Laughter) - Any questions?
One, sir.
Why didn't you give her one, Jimmy?
- What? - Denise Fletcher.
Why didn't you give her one?
I wanted to ask her a few questions.
- You slept with her. - That's enough, Jane. OK?
You wanted a bit of company?
I didn't want company.
She thinks you're a sad bastard.
All right.
I admit it.
I gave her one.
I didn't want company.
I asked her a few questions, and I gave her one.
I gave her several.
(Fruit machine bleeping)
(Coins falling)
(Bleeping)
Hey.
Scunthorpe!
How are you?
Well, I've a bit of a pain in my arse, but that might have something to do with you.
Does that pass for wit in Belfast?
No, I only ask, because you don't look too good, Jimmy.
- Have you looked in the mirror lately? - (Chuckles)
A little blue in the lips - that's all.
It's OK, unless you get a tingling down your left arm. You haven't got that?
(Beck hums)
Have I said the wrong thing? You don't have a tingling in your arm, do you?
If you do have a tingling, it could mean an impending heart attack.
Come fly with me - let's fly, let's fly away
Could be it, Jimmy. Could be it.
Come fly with me - let's fly, let's fly away
I gave you a wee bit of a fright, didn't I?
Sorry. Blood pressure up, heart rate up.
Just a little, but you can feel it. Huh?
Come fly with me...
Oxygen required, Jimmy. Oxygen required.
You haven't taken in enough, though, have you? Hmm?
Body's still crying out, "More oxygen!" Something wrong.
Little messages all over your body.
Adrenalin required. Adrenalin required. Hmm?
What are you gonna do with that adrenalin? Fight or flight?
But there's nobody to fight. There's nowhere to run to.
Hmm? What's the adrenalin doing to your body now? Hmm?
Arteries narrowing, blood pressure sky-high, heart rate up, up!
(Panting)
More oxygen, Jimmy! More oxygen. But you can't have any,
cos your lungs have ceased to function - it's called hyperventilation, Jimmy.
Every single nerve in your body is screaming the same message - something wrong!
Life or death! More adrenalin, more adrenalin!
You know what the adrenalin's doing to you, Jimmy?
Your arteries are getting smaller. Your heart's pumping!
Your blood pressure is going up and up and up.
Your head's swimming. You're going to die, Jimmy.
You are going to die! Get it off your chest.
Guilt suffocates! Get it off your chest. You have to tell me!
Tell me. I'll tell no-one else. I promise I will help you! I'll help you.
(Panting) Yes! Yeah! Yeah...
Look, breathe, breathe. Blow, blow, blow in.
Deep, deep, deep. Slow! Slow!
Slow. Slow. Stick your stomach out.
Slow...
Just good friends.
- Do you do French? - I got an O-level at school.
I can pay you 40.
- Just French? Nothing else? - No.
- I'm waiting for someone. - Who?
A well-known popular novelist.
- (Wise laughs) - Well, how much, then? You name lt.
PENHALIGON: I'm waiting for someone.
MAN: 60. That's as far as I'm going.
- I'm already booked. - It wort take long.
I'm a police officer. Now, piss off.
WISE: The ID card! (Laughs)
Oh, he's right home now. Look! (Laughs)
Bilborough died because I showed a villain a bit of compassion.
And that's all I wanted in return.
A bit of compassion. A bit of understanding. From her.
But I got none.
She despised me for it.
- She loved him. - I did too.
She can turn compassion on and off like a tap. They all can.
Women?
I was 14 when I came over here. I took a lot of stick. You know.
"Paddy." "Mick." "Get back to the bog."
I knew what I had to do to earn a bit of respect.
Throw a few punches and take a few punches.
But I didn't.
I hung around with the girls...
...because, well, they showed a bit of compassion, you see, and...
...and I fell for it.
And a month passed, and I wasn't a fresh face any more, and they dumped me.
And I had to take the punches.
And it was worse now, because they were harder, because...
I'd been hanging around with the girls.
Women need rape.
- I'm listening. - It's their weapon.
A woman goes up to the heavywelght champlon of the world.
Hotel bedroom. Early hours of the morning.
He gives her one. He gets done for rape, ends up in the nick.
The heavyweight champion! One of the bravest men.
If It can happen to him, It can happen to any of us.
And that's what they want. It's their weapon.
They want to keep us on our toes.
Penaligon needs rape.
- Needs raping? - Needs rape.
It's her department. Her little empire.
She thinks she can treat me like muck when it's rape, because she's a woman,
and we don't understand.
That's bollocks.
She knew nothing about rape.
So, you thought you'd teach her something about it?
- This is in confidence? - Yep.
- Strict confidence? - Yeah. Doctor-patient.
I don't believe you.
- Strict confidence, Jimmy. - Swear.
- Bloody, bloody, bloody. - Swear on the life of your wife and children.
I swear on the life of my wife and children that I will not repeat anything you tell me.
Swear on the life of your newborn baby.
- You're sick. - I'm sick?
I swear on the life of my newborn baby that I will not repeat anything you tell me.
I never intended to rape her.
As God Is my judge, I never Intended lt.
I just wanted to... frighten her.
I was going to pull the mask off at the last minute, you know, and laugh in her face.
But something happened and...
she looked so...
- Vulnerable? - Vulnerable, and weak,
and frightened.
And I felt so... powerful.
You want to know the truth? I'll tell you the truth.
I never had such an erection in my life.
I reallsed that...
that I could do lt.
That I could rape her, and... get away with it.
Just walk away from it.
And... that's... that's why I did it.
Because I could.
I raped her because... because I could.
You'd have done the same thing.
Every man I know would have done it.
- Did you speak to him? - Yeah.
And?
Nothing.
(Bleep)
I had a gun in his mouth.
I couldn't pull the trigger, but that was OK, because he didn't know that.
I was still the one in control.
Then he pulled it himself.
Looked me in the eye, laughed in my face.
And I knew what he was thinking - I didn't have the guts.
Well, I did have the guts.
I just didn't have the callousness.
The callousness required to blow somebody's head off, to rape.
His kind of callousness.
OK, I stuck a gun in his mouth, but I never did get even.
?15,000.
What for?
The house is won'th 30,000. Half of it's yours.
Ah... Don't want it.
- Take lt. - I don't want it.
Piss it up the wall if you like, but take it!
I'll have it in readies.
(Sighs)
Jacqui was at the funeral.
FITZ: Yeah, I saw her.
DANNY: She left me cos living with me was like living with the Pope.
She said.
FITZ: Fair comment, I'd say.
I'll bang 'em in the sink.
A woman.
Excuse me.
Hello, Maggie. Can I help you?
I'm looking for Webster Road.
Oh, right. You turn right at the lights,
and you'll come right to it.
Thanks.
I was right about somebody seen as no threat. I was wrong about the dog collar.
It's another woman.
- It's Maggle Harvey. - Maggie? How many drinks have you had?
I've just seen Maggie Harvey. She asked me the way to Webster Road.
FITZ: It's got to be somebody you'd make a cup of tea for.
She knows Webster Road. Her kids go to school there.
Another woman - that means Maggle Harvey. Who else could It be?
It's Maggle bloody Harvey, for God's sake!
Get in, quick! Move yourself. Move it!
Get in!
(Siren)
(Doorbell)
MAGGIE: Can I come In? - You followed me yesterday.
- I need your advlce. - I'm not a careers officer. Find somebody else.
Look, I've got four klds and no husband, and I need to make some money. I'm desperate.
- Have you been on the game before? - No.
Come in.
Do you know what you get when you go on the game?
Murdered. You see that?
That's blood, sweetheart.
Now, go home. Forget lt.
RADIO: All moblle unlts, be on the lookout for a maroon Vauxhall Cavaller,
reglstratlon number C946 DBU.
That's Charlle 946 Delta Bravo Unlform.
Drlver.' Mrs Maggle Harvey. Over.
We've been phoning each other up since Jean got murdered.
Is there nothing else you can do?
Well, you can plck and choose your punters, but most of them are welrdos, anyway.
Have you ever come across him?
Shirley Temple? Yeah. Perv.
(Doorbell)
- I'm busy, Jimmy. What do you want? - What did you tell her?
- Who? - Penaligon.
You told her I was a sad bastard, didn't you?
She's lying.
You're lying.
How much did you charge him?
- Who? - Shirley Temple.
40. I'd ask for 50; he'd knock me down to 40.
- How many times did you see him? - Every couple of months.
About 20 times altogether, I suppose. I'm not sure.
- What did you do? - Straight sex.
I'd have to go all coy. Then he'd start screaming, "Slut, slag," all that sort of stuff.
Then he'd strip me.
Straight sex. Me on top.
Why are you interested in him, anyway?
Have you got names for them all?
Just the pervs.
Do you think that's right?
To take all that money off a man and call him a perv behind his back?
Who are you, love? Mother Teresa?
I mean, you let him do those things to you. Doesrt that make you worse?
Well, enough of this small talk...
You even advertlse lt.
You advertise filth for sale, and then you have the cheek to criticise the man who buys it.
- All right, get out. - I'm hls wlfe.
You called him a pervert. What does that make me?
What do you imagine that he does to me?
What do you imagine, hm?
You dirty, filthy bitch!
What do you imagine? ?800!
Look, I strongly advise you to go.
?800. 20 times ?40 a time.
That is ?800 you took off him.
Yeah, that's right. I'd have to ask my accountant.
- Has he got kids? - I never asked.
I knew he was married, though. They usually are.
- Bored to death with thelr boring wlves. - Four!
Four!
He has got four kids!
You have been taking food out of the mouths of my children.
Him, love. Not me. I earned every penny.
RADIO: Charlle 946 Delta Bravo Unlform.
Drlver.' Mrs Maggle Harvey. Over.
He has come home to me after being with you - a filthy, stinking slut like you!
- Get out! - He's got into my bed, sheets just washed...
Get your arse out!
He's touched me, he's held me...
He's held me after being with a filthy, stinking...
Aaaarghh! Get off me!
I've tried to eat. That's all. Get off me!
Taking our money, taking food out of my childrers mouths!
You fllthy, scheming bitch!
(Groans)
(Siren)
Yes! Nice one, Jimmy.
JUDITH: Did you talk to her?
Who?
Jane Penhallgon.
Boadicea.
Stick insect.
- Now and agaln, yeah. - What about?
Just to say hello and that.
Did she ask about me?
No.
- Did you like her? - No.
Why not?
Because.
Did he make her laugh?
Look, he's stupid.
She's young enough to be his daughter, so forget it.
I can't.
Did you talk to your dad about her?
Yeah.
And?
I told him he was acting like a pillock. He agreed.
Said he couldn't help it.
He said he couldn't help it?
Yeah.
He said that he couldn't help it?
Yep.
JUDITH: Do you think she's good-looking?
She scared the shit out of the Romans.
(Doorbell)
- Hi. - ?15,000.
You want a drink?
You want me to want a drink. That way you can have one.
You know, you really should put in for Pope, Dan.
What are you gonna do with it?
Why do you always look at me as if I've just farted?
You don't deserve her. You don't deserve those kids.
You know something, Danny? Everybody respects you.
Everybody respects good old dependable Dan, but nobody loves him.
Nobody ever pitied my wife.
(Phone rings)
JUDITH: Hello?
OK. Bye.
Stick insect's been on. They need your help.
I won't be long.
Don't forget your cape.
A grown-up woman pretending to be a little girl.
She told me how often David had been with her...
...and how often he'd been with all the others.
I saw blood.
Her face was covered in blood...
and I realised that I had picked something up and I was hitting her.
I just couldn't stop hitting her.
Why, Maggie? Sexual disgust?
You felt betrayed?
Money.
I don't believe that.
Money's life and death. Money's blood.
I'd killed her.
I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't understand it.
I went home...
...and after a while I could understand it.
What have you always told me, Michael?
Poverty, dlsease, the death of a chlld - try and see some purpose In It all?
And I did see a purpose.
I found a chisel.
David's sperm?
We did make love that night, but not for the reason you said.
He knew it was going to be the last.
I went back to her flat.
The door was still open.
I hit her with the chisel...
...put David's sperm inside her,
and put the chlsel Inslde her.
She was alive when you did that.
She dled In hospltal.
Do you know how you got away with it for so long?
It wasn't the sperm.
It was the chisel.
That had to be a man. No woman could do that to another woman.
But you had to do lt, you forced yourself to, because that's what your husband did.
Did you think about him when you stuck it in?
You didn't think about them, of course.
Joyce, Paula.
You had to despise them, think of them as not quite human. Yes?
Did you think about your own daughters? Course not. They were somebody's daughters.
There would be a mother somewhere, sobbing.
What did you think about, Maggie?
What could drive you? What could madden you so much to do something like that?
Peter.
Who's Peter?
They were all Peter.
Joe, Matthew, Theresa, Joan.
I called them all Peter before they were born.
Peter died?
I killed Peter.
Before he was born? An abortion?
But that's not a crime, is it?
The murder of an innocent baby isn't a crime.
And the murder of a fllthy prostltute Is.
You love David.
You love a man. You make love with a man. You have a baby.
But babies cost money.
And there's never enough money, so you talk about abortlon.
You go and see Mlchael for hls advlce.
What does Mlchael say?
Michael says that we will always be welcome in his church, no matter what we do.
I was trying to make it easier for you.
MAGGIE: I didn't want it made easier. I wanted you to say no.
I'm a good Cathollc. I belleve.
I go along to my priest, a lifetime of sacrifice, and all I ask is that he protect my unborn child.
- But he wort. - I... I did the best I could.
For David.
David cried after we got rid of the baby.
And it helped,
because it made me realise that it was hard for him too.
He was sharing the pain.
And then you found out that there was enough money, after all.
He wasn't sharing the pain.
He wasn't crying for our baby. It was guilt.
There was enough money, after all.
But he was spending it all on those bloody women.
You ask me how I could put a chlsel In another woman.
It was easy, when I thought of my baby.
Cos whatever mess I made of them,
it was nothing, compared to what they did to my baby.
Are you ready to tell all this to the police?
Yes.
I killed the woman called Joyce. I killed the woman called Paula.
I killed Jean McIlvanney.
FITZ: I know that's a lle.
I killed Jean McIlvanney. I killed the woman called...
Your husband killed Jean McIlvanney. You killed Joyce, you killed Paula.
I killed them all.
You're worried about the kids.
I followed him.
I saw him pick up Jean McIlvanney.
I saw them try to get money from the cashpoint.
Everything happened exactly as you sald...
...except, I killed Jean McIlvanney.
It's a bit daft, both of you going down.
You don't stand a chance. You got caught red-handed.
Confess to all three - he'll get out and look after the chlldren. Is that lt?
I'm telling the truth.
Two victims, three victims... Doesrt make much difference, hm?
It does, Maggie. It will.
In 10, 1 5 years'tlme. Trust me - a parole board likes a good motlve.
"Here's a woman. She killed twice so her husband could get out of prison.
I can understand that."
But three times? Out of spite? Out of hatred?
They'll let you rot.
I killed Jean McIlvanney.
Do you believe in heaven, Maggie?
Yes.
And hell?
Yes.
And I'd burn in hell for eternity to protect my children.
I killed Jean McIlvanney. I killed the woman called Joyce. I killed the woman called Paula.
My husband is innocent. Please let him go home and look after my children.
- He did it! - Can you prove it?
- Yes, if you give us a bit more time! - Can you prove it now? What have you got?
Identification.
But Identlflcatlors useless. No-one's denying he had sex with the woman.
The questlon Is.' did he kill her?
- Yes! He did. - Well, we need a little more than your opinion.
- They're gonna let him go. - He was the last man to see her.
No-one's denying that, elther.
But he wasn't the last person to see her alive.
The last person to see her alive was his own bloody wife.
- And she's a bloody liar! - Convince me.
Look, it's not our problem, and you know what I mean.
We pass all this over to the CPS. We let them deal with it.
We haven't got a case!
No forensic, nothing! Nothing to link him with the crime.
- They're gonna let the bastard go! - Cool it.
- What? - I said, cool it.
Who do you think you are, eh? Who are you trying to impress?
- I'm just asking you to cool it. - Are you trying to impress Lady Jane here?
- I'm just asking you to cool it. That's all. - You're a DC, right? You're not a DI now.
You're a DC, and I'm a DS, so don't even try. Don't even try to score points off me. Right?
Right.
WISE: We'll think of something. - You'll let that man go!
- What? - Nothing.
- We're letting David Harvey go. OK? - (Groans)
He's not the first man to get off scot-free, Jimmy.
- Do you want him punished? - You bloody hypocrite!
Do you want him punished? He's guilty, so you must.
- For God's sake, let her go. - Just piss off, Jimmy!
I just want to hear whether or not you want him punished.
(Scouse accent) 'Ey! Calm down!
- Stay out of this. - What is wrong with you?
He's guilty, right? And I'll do it. I'll do it.
I just want to hear you say yes or bloody no.
- Aye-aye? - I just want her to answer the question!
What the hell do you think you are? Jeremy bloody Paxman?
When I was a kid, it was all in Latin.
I used to think the priest was saying, "I bet I can beat you at dominoes."
When the plate came round, I thought they were collecting the bets.
- Why are you still pursuing him? - I'm pursuing the truth.
People who spout about the truth are usually the biggest liars in the world.
Does it bother you that he got away with murder?
He'll remember that night for as long as he lives.
He's lost his wife because of it.
Hls klds have lost thelr mother because of lt.
How has he got away with it?
You'll see yourselves out.
- I'm gonna make my mother a millionaire. - At the casino?
- Bang on. - You promised you wouldn't gamble again.
This doesn't count.
- Cheap sentimentality! - I'll explaln later.
Cheap sentimentality!
(Tyres squealing)
- Mr Harvey? - Yeah.
- You're under arrest. - What for?
- Get in the car. - What for?
- Get in the car! - Jesus!
Get in!
I'll tell you why I joined the police force, Mr Harvey.
When I was a kid, there was a copper who used to walked up and down our street.
That was when coppers could walk up and down our street.
He was a big man. If you kept your nose clean, you'd be all right.
If you stepped out of line, you got a clip round the ear.
Everyone respected him.
I wanted to be like that man.
But I cart be like that man.
They've all gone. Those days are all gone.
Nowadays, if you give someone a clip round the ear, you end up in court.
I know men who've been killed.
- Let me out of this car. - I know men who've been killed.
Good men.
Better men than me. Better coppers than me.
Their killers are still living. Oh, they're banged up, yeah, but they're still living.
They're treated like bloody heroes, because they killed a copper.
Well, I believe in atonement, Mr Harvey.
If you're guilty, you should atone.
And we're both guilty, Mr Harvey.
I'm with the suspect, David Harvey.
I'm taking him to the roof of the Ramada Hotel. We're gonna jump off together. Over.
Jimmy, what the hell are you playing at?
Jlmmy, what the bloody hell are you playing at? Over.
You're not fit to llck Bilborough's boots, never mind fill them, you scruffy Scouse bastard!
I want an ARV at the hotel. If he looks like jumping, shoot the bastard.
He's threatening to jump and take David Harvey with him. Over.
Victor Oscar One to control. We're just round the corner. I'm on my way. Over.
(Siren)
(Tyres screech)
- Get out of the car, Mr Harvey. - No.
Get out of the car! Get out, before I blow your bloody brains out.
No! I've got four children!
I've got four children waiting at home for me!
You owe me nothing, but think of my kids!
Get out! Police. Get out. Go on.
Will you help me, please? Help me!
For God's sake, do something! He's gonna kill me!
He's gonna kill me! He's gonna kill me!
I'm gonna take you right to the top, Mr Harvey,
and if you don't confess, I'm gonna push you off.
Does that make you feel like confessing, Mr Harvey?
Did you kill Jean McIlvanney?
Trouble is, it's confession under duress.
Inadmissible. The judge'll throw it out.
That's the way it is these days. Everything is designed to get you off.
There's... there's a wonderful...
Oh, what's the word I'm looking for?
Irony.
There's a wonderful irony, isn't there, Mr Harvey?
Because everything is designed to get you off, you're the one who's going to have to die.
Do you appreciate that irony, Mr Harvey?
Aaaarghh!
(Sirens)
(Police radio chatter)
This is evidence. This is a dying mars statement.
FITZ: Come on.
PENHALIGON: Find the passenger lift, Fitz. Jimmy!
(Grunting)
(Groans)
The suspect Mr Harvey has just confessed to the murder of Jean McIlvanney.
Isn't that right, Mr Harvey?
Mr Harvey has just nodded his head.
(Bell)
Come on. Come on!
Come fly with me
Let's fly, let's fly away!
(Panting)
- You want me to jump? - No!
This is evidence.
This is a dying mars statement.
I raped you.
I'm so sorry.
- Jane... - (Whimpering)
Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
(Sobbing)
(Wailing)