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Taxi driver: Can you read?
Fitz: Is that a rhetorical question?
So what happens if you crash the car,
it catches fire, I can´t get out,
´cause the doors are locked?
You burn to death.
[ Breathy chuckle ]
How long will you be?
Depends on whether they´ll let me out or not.
It´s a mental hospital.
Hello.
Shirley Temple without a ***?
Shirley Temple with a ***.
-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?
[ Pouring whiskey ]
Scunthorpe.
[ Glasses clink ]
How are you?
There´s nothing wrong with me.
Been away from your work for four months, Jimmy.
There´s nothing wrong with me. Now what do you want?
I just thought you might like a visit.
You left it a bit late.
Why did you *** her?
Who?
Jane Penhaligon.
I didn´t.
[ Honks horn ]
Where are you going?
Eh, Jean, come on.
Do you know what you´re doing?
Come on, Jean.
Shirley Temple without a ***, 50 quid.
40.
You´ve never *** anyone?
No.
-You´re a liar. -I´m not.
How old are you?
46.
You got your own way for the first time, say,
30 years ago?
Thelma.
And the ones after Thelma?
A dark alley, back seat of a car,
they struggle a bit, but you´re full of beer.
Well, what´s your left hand for?
We´re talking about the *** of Jane Penhaligon.
It´s to hold the wrists while your right hand roams free.
The man wore a mask --
You keep on doing it until you´re absolutely sure --
You cannot make the comparison, Jimmy.
You´re not going to get anywhere.
And only then do you stop.
We´ve all done it.
Everyone my age and over,
we could all be had up for ***, right?
Wrong. So what?
So don´t look at me like I´m a piece of muck.
We´re not talking about date *** here, Jimmy.
You wore a mask, you carried a knife.
It wasn´t me.
Knocked her about a bit.
She thought you were going to bloody kill her!
It wasn´t me.
♫ How much is that doggie in the window? ♫
♫ The one with the waggedy tail ♫
♫ How much is that doggie in the window? ♫
♫ I do hope that doggie´s for sale ♫
♫ I don´t want a pony or a kitten ♫
♫ I don´t want a parrot that talks ♫
♫ I don´t want a bowl of little fishes ♫
♫ You can´t take a fish for a walk ♫
♫ How much is that doggie in the window? ♫
♫ The one with the waggedy tail ♫
[ Humming ] ♫ Doggie in the window ♫
You ***.
Filthy little ***.
Tart.
You´ve always wondered what it was like.
You filthy little ***.
Now you´re going to find out.
Little tart.
You little ***.
You´re game for it, aren´t you?
12 years old and you´re game for it.
You filthy little ***.
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 *** of Jane Penhaligon.
Guilt over the death of a much-loved colleague.
Is that what you´ve been telling them for 16 weeks, is it?
Why should I *** her? I´ve screwed her.
I got sick of screwing her.
So why should I *** her?
Convince me.
A little tattoo on the inside of her thigh.
Now I know you *** her.
A *** is going to see that, is he?
Rip ´em off, stick it in, dark corner,
and a *** is going to see a little thing like that?
You´ve kissed that little tattoo, haven´t you, Fitz?
You felt the hair tickle your cheek
as you kissed it.
For God´s sake, you´ve been there.
And if a fat *** artist like you could screw her,
anybody can.
I believe she said something similar.
Well, there you go, then.
You´ve been dipping in to 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.
Me wife must´ve taken it.
I´ve got to have it.
Well, I´ll give you it next time.
I need it tonight.
The kids are at school in the morning,
they need their dinner money.
There´s a man coming first thing for the rent.
Yeah, well, I´ll pass it in in the morning.
I´m sure you won´t. Have you got a cash card?
Yeah.
Well, there´s a bank down the road.
All right, I´ll be five minutes.
I´m coming with you.
I´ll be about five minutes, love, okay?
[ Man singing ]
It hasn´t cleared.
What?
Me wages are in, but the check hasn´t cleared.
What are you going to do?
Man: Never put your faith in technology.
Oh, thanks.
It´ll clear by Tuesday.
I need it tonight, you´re going to have to borrow it.
Technology´s got no heart, no soul.
Do you mind?
Who off? Who can I borrow it off?
-A friend! -No.
-A neighbor! -No.
Your wife!
Are you serious?
She won´t have spent the whole 50,
she´ll have something left.
I´ll wait round the block, I don´t want to embarrass you,
but I need that money, Dave.
I want it, Dave,
or shall I start screaming ***.
Right now, ´cause that´s exactly what it is, it´s ***!
Keep your voice down.
We had an agreement -- I did my thing,
you won´t do yours, so it´s bloody ***!
Yeah, yeah. Here, come on.
I want that money, Dave!
And the machines are making!
A solution is needed!
What do you want from me?
I want you to tell me that you *** her.
Did she send you?
I´ve hardly spoken to her for four months.
I didn´t *** 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 counselors
coming out with *** like that.
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.
You find sex a fascinating subject, don´t you, Jimmy?
Right, I´ll be five minutes.
[ Siren wails on television ]
-Hello, Dad. -Where´s your mum?
Kitchen.
The kids are still up?
They´re going now.
Joe, Theresa, bed.
Oh, but, Mum,
it´s in the best part of the program.
Did you, did you take money out of me wallet?
The milkman.
You could´ve missed him.
I missed him last week.
How much is there?
£28.
The kids need their dinner money in the morning.
Are you okay?
Well, uh, give her my love.
And a big kiss?
Taxi driver: If you want to smoke, you smoke.
Mum, can we keep the light on?
Not if you´re going to mess about.
Just to read.
Ten minutes, then it´s off. ´Night, lads.
Goodnight.
Kiss your dad good night.
Goodnight, Dad.
Goodnight, sweetheart.
Goodnight, Dad.
Oh, sleep tight, darling.
You too.
Maggie: I´m going to --
[ Squealing ]
Did you get it?
I´ll get it.
Where?
Where are we going?
You ***, you bloody hard-faced ***!
Think you can just 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 ***.
I´ve got a weapon.
If you get paid, you get paid.
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?
-Wait till Tuesday! -You piece of ***!
You keep away from me!
Don´t you touch me!
Leave me alone!
[ Screaming ]
[ Screaming ]
[ Laughs ]
All right, James.
Hello, Dave.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Hey, what´s the matter?
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Come on, come on, let´s go inside.
[ Knocking ]
[ Knocking ]
I´ve been to see Jimmy Beck.
You weren´t 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?
Uh, 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 going to have to earn it.
Two conditions --
one, you have an obligation to that woman´s children
for the rest of your life.
You look after them.
That´s time, money, effort. Can you promise me that?
Now, you look at me! Can you promise me that?
[ Shuddering ] Yes.
Two --
you tell your wife everything.
She was a ***.
I can´t tell Maggie I´ve been with a ***.
You´re capable of killing another human being,
but you can´t tell your wife
you´ve been with a ***?!
You tell her everything!
I am so sick of sharing your...
dirty little secrets.
You tell her everything.
Right.
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?
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.
Serious illness?
Operation required?
She´s dead.
I´m so sorry, Fitz.
How?
Stroke.
Half 8:00 tonight. I got her to the hospital.
She died 20 past 10:00.
That´s nearly two hours in hospital.
I said, that´s nearly two hours in the hospital.
I heard.
How did you not phone me?
Don´t stand there like you know all the secrets of the universe.
How did you not phone me?
You don´t want to hear this, Eddie.
How did you not phone me?
I didnae want to leave her side.
And you´ve seen her once in the last three months,
so I thought you must be busy.
You always were a sanctimonious, wee ***.
Rub my back?
Mm.
[ Crying ]
Fitz.
Grief´s delicious, isn´t it?
I´m not with you.
Life´s boring, banal.
And then a parent dies
and, at last, there´s a genuine emotion,
profound emotion.
And you savor it, it´s delicious.
You´re being a bit *** yourself.
How long´s it been going on?
Tonight was the first time ever.
The third time.
With the same ***?
What did you do with them?
What did you do with them
that you couldn´t do with me?
Argh!
Are you all right, sir?
Nobby Stiles, love.
Sorry?
Piles.
Rhys Charnock. He found her.
Have you touched her, Mr. Charnock?
No.
The Glasgow man, hard-drinking, hard-living.
And 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 terrible things in this job.
But she´s not a pretty sight.
I´m talking about you, lad.
My mum died last night.
Oh, I´m sorry, Fitz.
Sir.
It´s a classic disorganized ***.
He´s used a weapon instead of his bare hands,
probably that chisel.
It was probably lying about.
No, no, there´s no rust on it.
He might have brought it in his car.
There´s tire marks down there.
But why a chisel?
A jack, a torch, maybe, but a chisel?
Is he a builder, maybe?
A joiner?
But 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 ***.
[ Buzz ]
Oh, hello, Danny.
Michael, this is Eddie, my brother.
Oh, 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 here´s my brother, David.
I´ll, uh -- Excuse me.
-Right. -Sure.
I´ll be in touch.
Right, what´ll it be?
Scotch.
[ Laughing ] I meant, tea or coffee?
Do we have a name yet?
No.
Early 30s, smoker, given birth at least once.
Five or six blows to the skull.
Brain hemorrhage, that´s what killed her.
Traces of ***.
She had unprotected intercourse
just before death.
Tearing to the ***, but no bruising,
so the chisel 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, fine.
-Uh, communion? -Yeah.
No.
I´m not going to take communion.
Ma would want you to.
Yeah, but it means nothing to me.
Don´t look at me.
Don´t look at me like that.
Anything else?
A game of bingo.
Halfway through the service.
Ha ha ha!
We´ve got a name.
Jean McIlvanney.
Right.
By the way, Jimmy Beck´s coming back in the morning.
[ Vomiting ]
Hey, Jimmy.
Hey, Jim, how you doing?
Wise: Well-known. Lives local.
Oh, it´s Jimmy Beck!
[ Cheering, whistle ]
Sir, it´s, uh, it´s good to be home.
Listen, lads, I´ve got to say this.
As you know, Jimmy´s had a bit of a bad time...
-Boss -- -with his nerves and that.
So I want you to take it easy on him.
No sudden shocks or anything like, uh,
Like Jane here getting around him.
[ Laughter ]
[ Pop! ]
[ Laughter ]
Wise: Okay, come on, let´s get back to it, let´s get serious.
I don´t want to play cricket anyway.
That´s ´cause you´re crap.
No, it´s not -- how many football teams
do you see playing cricket in summer?
What´s that got to do with it?
Got a lot to do with it.
Wise: This is a brutal, vicious ***,
and obviously, we need to catch this killer or killers
as quickly as possible.
Jean McIlvanney was an occasional ***,
and we have reason to believe she was out on the street
some time before her death.
We´d like to speak to anybody
who saw Jean McIlvanney on Sunday night.
We can assure anyone who comes forward, anyone who phones us,
that their information will be treated
as strictly confidential.
This was a frenzied attack by a brutal killer,
and we´re appealing to the public
to help us solve this case.
I was with Jean McIlvanney 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-girly song,
suck your thumb a bit.
Turns him on.
Is it always money up front, Denise?
Unless he´s a regular, yeah.
What if I couldn´t pay?
You come across and I couldn´t pay?
You wouldn´t get through the door, sweetheart.
You wouldn´t take a check?
No way.
I´d go with you to the cash machine.
♫ How much is that doggie in the window? ♫
♫ The one with the waggley tail ♫
♫ How much is that doggie in the window? ♫
♫ I do hope that doggie´s for sale ♫♫
Was that the song you heard?
Yeah.
Three cash machines in the area, sir.
This is everyone who used them Sunday night.
How many is there?
83.
You okay?
Can I make a suggestion, sir?
No -- you can tell me what´s wrong with you.
Can I make a suggestion, sir?
She sang "(How Much Is That) Doggie?"
Okay, fine.
Okay, off you go.
Okay, let´s hear it.
The argument was over money.
If he got money out of the machine,
he´d have paid her, not killed her.
Nine names on that put their cards in
but got no money out -- we should talk to them first.
Yeah, okay, 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 *** me, Jimmy.
Where is it?
Where´s what?
Are you wearing it?
Get your filthy hands off me!
Do not touch me! Don´t touch me!
You´re taping me!
I don´t know what you´re talking about.
You´re pathetic, love.
[ Races engine ]
Man: ♫ A nation art so blessed as thee ♫
♫ Must e´er return ♫
♫ till tyrants fall ♫
♫ Must e´er, must e´er, must e´er return ♫♫
Is your name Barney?
Yeah.
Sunday night,
you were standing by a cash machine
in Bournemouth Street, is that right?
You want me like that?
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 night?
You don´t care, do you?
Look, I´m a bit pushed for time.
Falklands War.
And I came back home to this.
Well, I´m interested in events a bit closer to home.
Jesus!
Look, I´m a policeman.
Yeah, well, I´m a war hero.
I´m a bleedin´ war hero!
DS Beck to Control.
Assistance urgently required!
Assistance urgently required!
The old station in Blackwell Street.
Assistance urgently required!
Urgently required!
The old station, Blackwell Street!
I´m a police officer.
This is going to get you in serious trouble!
There´s a police car on its way!
Assistance urgently required, urgently!
I´m a police officer!
Barney: Picture. Me and the lads.
Every single one of us --
[ Siren wails in distance ]
[ Barney shouting ]
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 maybe!
[ Children laugh ]
Maybe soulmates.
Yeah. [ Laughs ]
[ Doorbell rings ]
The library´s full of books on God and things.
Your little patch isn´t big enough for a --
That´ll be the door.
Upstairs, everyone.
Child: Uh!
Upstairs, now.
But, Mum!
Could be Oriental, could be Italian formal --
Child: Goodnight, goodnight.
[ Ding-*** ]
[ Banging on door ]
Do you know, some people even have gnomes --
David: So they got these chemicals about to explode,
and they evacuate the factory and all the houses.
And that was the end of Part 2.
Let it burn, I say.
Sorry?
London.
Part 3, the chemicals explode.
We met.
I don´t think so.
Do you want me to go on?
No, I´m confused.
Now, don´t get me wrong, I know you´re utterly innocent,
but you´re describing a program you watched
between 9:00 and 10:00.
Yeah?
And it´s almost as though you know that
she was murdered between 9:00 and 10:00.
Which is strange, because the police
never released that information.
Maggie: It´s just that we didn´t watch anything
before 9:00, that´s all.
Right, right. Right.
And could you explain how your cash card
got used while you were sitting, watching telly?
Uh, could´ve given it to the boy
to go out and get you a few bob, or...
Yeah.
Trouble is, it wasn´t used locally,
it was used at the bank
half a mile away from the victim´s flat.
Penhaligon: You´ve reported your car stolen.
A Renault?
Yes.
Gold?
Yes.
A gold Renault was seen in the area.
Look, I know you didn´t do this --
you have a wife, you have children.
You wouldn´t have unprotected sex
with a ***.
Unprotected?
Yeah.
-Are you Catholic? -Yeah.
Me too.
Now I´m totally convinced that you´re innocent.
We´re not the most adventurous of people.
Sexually, I mean. Are we, huh?
Personally, I´ve done it twice with the lights on,
but that´s just me being risque.
But this man we´re looking for,
he´s, um,
he´s into Shirley Temple.
[ Screaming and shouting ]
I´ll be down in the station
first thing tomorrow morning!
[ Engine turns over ]
You ***!
Yes!
Stinking ***!
I hope you rot in hell, you stinking, murdering ***!
Get your hands off me.
Let me get to him, I´ll cut his balls off!
You lousy...
[ Musical flourish ]
♫ How much is that doggie in the window? ♫
[ Barking ]
♫ The one with the waggley 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 ♫♫
[ Screaming ]
Fitz: David was round at your place when we called round.
Michael: He´s my brother.
He seemed nervous.
He always is.
Fitz: Your husband visits prostitutes.
He doesn´t.
He was picked out in an I.D. parade by one.
A ***?
Yeah.
With a string of convictions?
She´s going to make a wonderful witness,
isn´t she?
You´ve had time to think about this, haven´t you?
A lot longer than the --
what, five, six hours since we arrested him.
So he went with a *** then came home to you.
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, though, hadn´t it?
He´d come home, got into bed with you, made love to you,
eyes tightly shut, pretending he was still
with the *** he just left.
[ Metal clangs ]
[ Panting ]
Four kids?
Yes.
On the pill?
No.
No form of birth control at all?
I had a patient once,
a young, Catholic girl, advised her to go on the pill.
She said it was useless --
every time she stood up, it fell out.
I´m not sexually naive.
-No? -No.
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.
And what would be unhealthy, I wonder.
Told the kids yet?
Yes.
Catholic school?
Yeah, it´ll be right round that school soon.
Now that their dad´s killed somebody.
I know Catholic morality. No.
The dad visits prostitutes.
[ Sobbing ]
They´ll have to change school, of course.
Why doesn´t he go the whole hog?
Why didn´t he just *** her physically?
I want this pervert to cough.
What, this one in here?
Hello.
Hello.
You said we hadn´t 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.
Well, how is she?
Ecstatic.
She´s going to take the blame for all this,
of course, you know that?
If you´d been getting it at home, you wouldn´t
have had to go to a *** and she´d still be alive,
that´s what people are saying.
Well, they´d be wrong.
I knew you´d be Catholic.
Dressing up like Shirley Temple.
Innocence, virginity -- Catholicism.
I don´t know what you´re talking about.
Oh, yes, you do,
we understand each other perfectly.
Married sex, shall I tell you about married sex?
The kids come along,
you do it quietly so you don´t wake them up.
The kids 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,
it happens all the way through the bedroom,
they end up on the kitchen floor,
screaming, moaning.
And there´s you and the missus, watching.
Fixed grins, churning inside
´cause it reminds you of your own pathetic,
silent clinches, am I right?
Actually, my wife and I have a --
Have a very healthy sex life.
That´s exactly what she said, isn´t it?
That´s the truth.
Mm-hmm.
[ Siren wails ]
[ Klaxon siren blares ]
Oh.
Sir.
[ 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, all that ***, all that filth.
And you can´t dump it on a woman you worship.
So you dump it on a ***.
Right?
I understand that. Everybody understands that.
I mean, let´s get this thing into perspective, right?
We´re talking about a *** here.
A woman who sells it, a woman --
Who does it for money.
Yeah, how do you think about a woman like that -- slag?
-Yeah. -***?
-Yes. -***.
Scheming, grasping, filthy ***.
Yes.
That why you did it?
She was going to come into my house.
-With your wife and kids? -Yes.
She was going to stand there in front of your wife and kids?
-Yes. 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,
sticking it up her --
why did you do that?
I don´t know.
I think I do -- and it helps, doesn´t it,
having somebody else to understand hm?
You 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 got 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.
[ Shudders ]
You killed Jean McIlvanney,
didn´t you, David?
No.
No.
[ Ventilator puffs, alarm beeps ]
Nurse!
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