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Penhaligon: I´d been naughty, cheeky.
And he smacked me round the back of my legs.
My father had never hit me before.
I grinned.
He was so angry, you see,
and I wanted the dad I knew.
Not this angry man, and that´s why I grinned.
But that just made him madder.
And he smacked me again, and I cried then.
Which is what I should have done in the first place,
because he stopped then.
Why am I telling you this?
Because when that man was raping me,
hurting me...
I grinned.
I did it to make him like me.
So he wouldn´t hurt me as much.
But he just hurt me even more.
And it made me think of my dad
and that time he smacked my legs.
Do you want me to respond to that?
Fitz: If you want to, yeah.
My son didn´t *** you.
I know.
The man who *** me was white.
Then why are you telling me that story?
Fitz: Because your son´s *** other women.
He´s put other women through that trauma.
He hasn´t.
-Sure? -Yeah.
-Positive? -Yes.
Mrs. Malcolm, I could bring in a dozen *** victims,
they would all have stories like that to tell,
they would all reduce you to tears.
Please tell us where he is.
My son´s innocent.
So what have you got to fear?
He´s innocent,
but he´s not white,
so being innocent isn´t going to help.
-That´s rubbish. -It isn´t.
Fitz: If your son´s innocent, Mrs. Malcolm,
I will prove that he´s innocent,
I promise that.
If he´s guilty, he´s got to be caught
before he rapes again, before he kills again.
-I lied. -Wise: Why?
-Because he asked me to. -Who, Floyd?
Yeah.
We´re investigating three rapes and a ***.
-I didn´t know that. -Three rapes and a ***,
and you´re telling us a pack of lies.
I didn´t know it was a *** and ***.
I´m innocent.
What you think --
Harriman: You haven´t booked
any holidays for next year, have you?
No.
Good, ´cause Floyd told me you were driving the cab,
you told me yourself you were driving the cab.
I lied.
And that cab was seen outside a house
where a woman was murdered by a young black man.
What´ll I do?
About 25 years.
I mean now.
What do you want me to do right now?
Fitz: It can´t be easy knowing that this monster
came out of your womb.
I´m sorry, did that hurt you?
You´re not sorry.
Supposing I told you that monsters are not born,
they´re made, would that not hurt you even more?
Yeah.
Because who turns a child into a monster,
if not the person who has the most influence on them?
And who is that person? His mother.
Yes.
Every ***, every killer in the world
blames their mother,
Mrs. Malcolm, and they´re all talking ***.
But that doesn´t help, does it?
No.
´Cause you still feel guilty.
Yeah.
Where is the scar?
What scar?
We think the man we´re looking for has got a scar,
which is why he wears a mask.
Now, if Floyd hasn´t got a scar,
then he´s not the man we´re looking for.
Well, that´s good news, isn´t it?
Oh, please, don´t toy with me.
Pardon?
You know he´s scarred.
Emotionally, of course.
Not just emotionally?
Would you like Sergeant Beck to leave?
Yeah, I would.
Penhaligon: Would you leave us, please, Jimmy?
So where´s the scar?
He got it in a bath when he was 9.
Scalded?
Scalded I could live with.
Do you have kids?
Two, yeah -- boy and a girl.
No.
Both still at home?
Yes.
Your son, wants to be like you?
Right now he wants to kill me, actually,
but yes, there was a time when he wanted to be like me.
He´s always wanted to be like me,
so he got into a bath of bleach
when he was 9 years old.
I mean, your kid has an accident, it´s bad enough.
The guilt, the pain.
But when your son locks himself in the bathroom
and sits in bleach,
deliberately sits in bleach,
and you see what he´s done to himself,
and you´re screaming at him and he looks at you and he says,
"I want to be like you,"
I mean, can you imagine what --
[ Thunder rumbles ]
He´s got a friend called Gerry, Gambia Road.
Police. Open that, shut that.
[ Floyd humming ]
Do you do requests?
Right, right. Call Mark.
Mark!
He´s busy.
You´ve gone far enough, Judith. You are pregnant.
I´m okay.
You are not.
Fitz, I´m carrying
the equivalent of a seven-pound penalty.
I´m still at the bottom of the handicap,
and you are still at the top.
Where did you learn language like that?
Come on.
[ Doorbell rings ]
Hello.
What do you want?
Can I speak to your dad, please?
Someone from Age Concern.
Eh?
Judith: Hello.
It´s Jane, isn´t it?
Penhaligon: Yes.
Fitz: Would you like a drink?
Yes.
Yes?
Judith: She used to have a stall outside the hospital.
She sold beautiful flowers.
Thanks.
She´s not there now?
Oh, she is.
The hospital isn´t.
We´ve got Floyd.
Right, right.
I´d better get down to the station, then.
I´ll wait in the car.
-Bye. -Bye.
If you don´t mind, I´ve got to...
You´re screwing her.
I was, yes.
Mark knows?
Yes.
So it has been here?
In our house.
In -- In that bed?
In our house, Judith?
You´ve been trying to bloody sell our house.
Don´t give me that crap, please.
She´s young.
Yes.
Beautiful.
Yes.
Is her father still alive? No.
Am I a father substitute? Probably, yes.
You get a four-eyed
*** therapist and I get a sex bomb.
Is it fair? Definitely not.
Is it going to last?
Definitely not.
Am I flattered? Positively, definitely, yes, yes, yes.
Did I miss something out?
Do you love her?
Jeez.
Look, I´m really sorry you had to find out this way.
Get in.
I was going to tell you when the time was right.
Get in.
[ Opera music playing, turns off ]
Let me explain, will you?
[ Music turns on ]
Slow down, please.
Slow down, please!
Please slow down.
Look at the road, will you?
For God´s sake, Jane, will you look where you´re going?!
Please! Look where you´re going!
[ Horn honks ]
For God´s sake, Jane!
Look, I´m allergic to accidents.
They bring me out in bumps.
Will you please look at the road?
[ Horn honks ] Please look where you´re going!
Hi.
I´m Fitz.
I´ve heard you on the radio.
-Yeah, I know, you phoned me. -Not me.
-No, you used a funny accent. -Not me, mate.
This is DS Penhaligon, PC Skelton.
Sit down.
I don´t think you two are going to hit it off.
No.
I met your mother.
Yeah?
She´s white.
Yeah? She´s white?
So what, she´s white?
I was wrong about you.
I thought you´d be scarred.
You wear a mask,
so obviously the mask´s better than the face God gave you.
But I was wrong -- it´s quite a nice face.
Thank you.
I mean, it´s black.
You´ve noticed?
Is that why you wear the mask, to cover up your black face?
Look, what is all this about a mask?
I don´t wear one.
I recommend you should wear one.
But I don´t need one, okay?
I wasn´t that far wrong, though.
I mean, you are scarred.
Am I?
Yeah, you sat in a bath of bleach when you were a boy.
-It´s a birthmark. -You´re lying.
-It´s a birthmark. -You´re lying.
Were there fat kids at your school?
Fat boys, layers of white flesh?
Hmm?
Why didn´t they pick on them?
They were fat. They could diet.
They could do something about it.
But not you. You were black.
There´s nothing you could do
about the color of your skin.
You felt that.
I know you felt that.
Because I was that fat boy.
I´d hear the black boys say it.
"Don´t pick on me. Why don´t you pick on him?
Pick on the fat boy." I know what it feels like.
I know what that kind of pressure can lead to.
It leads to boys like you getting into baths of bleach.
God, I´d want revenge, too.
What kind of society is it
that drives a wee boy into a bath of bleach?
Yeah?
Stuart Barlow.
Yeah?
Young lad up front for Addison.
I know who he is.
He hasn´t got a nickname.
He has -- "Jigsaw."
Go on.
Goes to pieces in the box.
[ Laughing ]
Get off the horse.
As John Wayne: The hell I will.
Get off it before I break your neck!
What´s the problem?
It´s a present.
Right.
For Bilborough´s baby.
I didn´t know.
Hey, I had no idea.
He´s off his rocker.
We´d like you to confess.
We´ll tell the judge you cooperated.
And he´ll let me off with a fine?
Not quite.
How does it feel to stalk someone?
How would I know?
Let´s talk about him.
He´s out there stalking somebody.
How does he feel?
I haven´t got a clue.
I´m talking hypothetically, Floyd.
-What are you frightened of? -Nothing.
Right, so he´s out there stalking somebody,
how does he feel?
A bit of a commando, maybe.
-Battle of wits? -Yeah.
Hmm.
He sees her, he´s watching her, right?
He thinks she´s leading him on, teasing him.
She wants it, really,
and she´s going to get it, the little ***.
Stringing him along like that, eh?
Possibly.
Then why does he do it?
He´s black?
Yeah.
[ Clears throat ]
Why does he do it?
You think he´s letting the side down, yeah?
Sit down.
All that sucking up to your white friends.
It´s all wasted now, innit, because a big black man´s
come along and *** their women.
Sit down.
What do you dread most?
Hey?
You and every other white man.
Your nice, white wife getting *** by a big,
and I mean a big, black man?
It´s a pile of crap.
I know it.
He knows it.
But it´s there, yeah? And it´s there, right?
And maybe,
maybe that´s why he does it.
So he rapes white women as some kind of revenge
against white men?
Possibly.
Right, so he´s homosexual.
No.
I´ve got a patient, you see, Floyd.
He can only make love to other men´s wives.
Single woman, unattached, can´t do it.
Married women -- wham, bam, thank you, ma´am.
Likes to do it in the other guy´s sitting room,
on the other guy´s carpet.
Likes to wash himself down afterwards
in the other guy´s bathroom.
He´s screwing the other guy.
I´m not a ***.
Who´s talking about you?
You say he rapes white women as revenge
against white men.
There´s a wee problem with that.
He rapes a black woman, too.
Doesn´t.
Two years ago. Bernadette.
Dragged her into the stream afterwards.
Why would he do that?
Don´t know.
I reckon he was just practicing.
Perfecting his technique.
Possibly.
You know what that tells me about him?
He´s a man who despises the color of his own skin.
Black woman means nothing to him.
Just practice.
White woman´s the ultimate prize.
No, see, that´s what you think.
That´s what the police think.
He *** black women because the police don´t --
don´t bother if the victim´s black.
You´re looking for a man
who´s proud of his color.
Women?
What?
You said black women.
So Bernadette wasn´t the only one, hmm?
And you said a man who´s proud of his color.
-Yeah. -A man like you?
Yeah.
Not me.
Somebody like me.
You always been proud to be black?
Yes.
Even when you sat in the bath of bleach?
See, you´ve rationalized it now.
It was racism,
it was white society that put you in that bath,
but at the time, at the time, Floyd,
you poor, sad, pathetic ***,
you despised the color of your own skin.
And you can´t forget it, because of those scars.
A permanent reminder.
And who sees those scars?
And this is the really sad bit, Floyd.
Who sees those scars?
Every woman you sleep with.
Miss, please?
I´m Barbara Charles from Aldridge, Bevin and Charles.
You´re holding a client of mine -- Floyd Malcolm?
Yes.
-May I see him, please? -One moment, please.
Are you going to head them off at the pass?
How did we find you, hmm?
Don´t know.
Your mother told us where you´d be.
Yeah.
I wonder why she told us.
For your sake?
No?
I know what you´re thinking, Floyd.
Look at me.
Look at me!
She told you ´cause she´s white!
Yeah.
That´s what I´m thinking, she...
This guy´s raping white women, yeah, women like her.
When it comes down to it, it´s her color.
It´s her color even before her own son!
It´s her color, white!
It´s all falling into place now, isn´t it?
Hmm? You come home from school, the taunts, "***, ***!"
Still ringing in your ears.
The bath of bleach is ready, and there´s your mother,
this white woman, pretending to love you.
How can she love you when you despise yourself?
She´s a lying ***, Floyd, a lying ***!
She´s right!
My client was at home at the time.
Every member of his family backs that up.
I mean, Wilson Perry has admitted driving the cab.
Oh, which he´s since denied.
Tough.
You have got no I.D. and no forensics,
so what the hell are you doing holding my client?
Would you like some tea?
No.
I would like to see my client.
Wait till your father gets home.
She´s white, she can just
twist him round her little finger.
He gets home, and she starts acting, performing.
She´s giving it everything she´s got.
And it´s all to get him to hit me.
And he hits me.
But that´s not enough, no, she carries on,
making what I´ve done ten times as bad.
And it´s all to get him to hit me.
Again and again and again.
I´m on your side, Floyd, I understand that anger.
You understand nothing, man.
You´re white.
I´m not looking at a black man, Floyd,
I´m looking at a killer.
And I understand killers,
I understand the rage that drives men to kill,
and to ***, particularly to ***.
We haven´t told them, the husbands,
we haven´t told them we´ve picked up a black man.
´Cause you know what that´ll do to them.
But that´s rather the point, you want them to know.
It´s why you´ve got to confess.
They have to know it was you.
They have to know it was a black man that *** their wives,
to know that the myth has come true.
That myth that we fostered for years,
white men like me, it suddenly happened.
Tell me you did it, Floyd.
[ Door opens ]
Your brief´s here.
Ryan, I baptize you in the name of the Father
and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
Amen.
[ Organ plays ]
♫ Dear Lord above... ♫
It´s a symbol, Jimmy.
It´s to make sure Ryan sees the light.
Supports City not United.
Ryan, go in peace, and the Lord be with you.
Amen.
[ Singing continues ]
I had him right on the point of confessing!
You don´t mess around with a lawyer like her.
She´d already spoken to the chief --
Two minutes.
I had to let him go.
He´s ever so slightly wound up.
We´re watching him.
Looks like David, doesn´t he?
The horse, yeah.
He´s the image of him.
Does it help?
Yeah.
Catriona, there´s something I´ve got to tell you.
What is it?
I...
I miss him.
I dream about him.
That helps, too.
[ Knocking ]
Harriman: Tango 4 to Control.
I´ll take the back alley.
Tango 4 to Control...
I didn´t know she was pregnant.
It came as much of a shock to me as it did to you.
Slept with her once in six months.
Made a couple of dirty phone calls, mind you,
but I´m discounting that.
It doesn´t matter.
You´re right when you say I´ll do nothing.
But I´ll --
But I´ll do nothing
because I don´t know what to do.
I never meant to hurt --
It doesn´t matter, for God´s sake.
Everything else pales into insignificance,
even you.
I have been ***.
What´s wrong?
Jimmy?
What´s wrong?
Jimmy?
She said she dreams about him.
I felt like saying I have nightmares of him,
and in every one, he´s blaming me.
He´s bleeding to death, and he´s blaming me.
He said, "I want you to get the ***, Jimmy.
For me and Catriona, get the ***."
Jimmy.
[ Sniffs ]
Skelly, he´s out.
Tango 4 to Control.
We´re following along Robson Street,
towards Marchington Road.
Man: Yo, Donald.
That´s not him.
It´s not Floyd.
Tango 4 to Control, we´ve lost him.
You followed the wrong man for a quarter of a bloody hour.
His clothes, sir, they must have swapped them in the house.
Pair of gormless pillocks, you walking bloody brain donors.
-Minicab. -What about it?
He´s not going to *** without transport.
Check his minicab.
Don´t you think we´re checking it?
You don´t think we´re all as thick as these two, do you?
Do you think we´ve caught something off them?
Any vehicles stolen today, Beck, I want to know about them, okay?
Okay.
And you --
did you speak to him?
Who?
The fellow you did follow.
No, sir, no.
Well, don´t you think you should?
Try and find out what clothes Floyd´s wearing right now.
-Sir? -Go on, *** off.
-Previous victims. -What about them?
This guy´s an organized ***.
He´s not going to strike at random.
He´s not in the mood to stalk another victim,
so what´s left -- previous victims.
Check their houses now, Jimmy, okay?
Anything else?
Are you okay?
Penhaligon: Yes, sir.
Anything else...
[ Dog barking ]
[ Car sputters ]
[ Car starts ]
[ Loud music ]
[ Door opens ]
Judith: Can you...
Oh, hello.
Uh, Karen.
Judith.
Can you lower that, please, Mark?
Can I get you anything?
Mark, can you turn that down, please?
Uh, yeah, in a minute.
[ Music stops ]
Mark: Uh, we´re just going upstairs for a bit,
play some music.
What?
Be responsible.
Don´t be cheeky.
Are you accusing me of ***?
I got into a bloody car --
Are you accusing me of ***?
Yes.
For God´s sake, we´ve worked together for years.
I got into a car with a plastic bag around my wrists,
and you didn´t even ask why.
It was none of my business.
You didn´t ask why because you knew.
It was none of my business.
I said "Bellvale,"
you drove straight there -- how did you know the way?
Well, I´d been there before.
You´re lying.
No, there´s a *** victim living there.
I´ve just checked with her.
She never set eyes on you till the reconstruction in the park.
[ Chuckles ]
Are you serious?
Yes.
You believe I could *** you?
Yes, I do.
All right, let´s have this out in front of the boss.
And then I´ll take any tests you like.
DNA, whatever --
but let´s have this out in front of the boss.
Right.
Okay.
For God´s sake, woman.
You wanted to see me, sir?
Yeah, shut the door and sit yourself down.
I´ve got the lab report.
Yes?
The slides are blank, every single one of them.
I don´t believe it.
There´s two explanations.
One, there´s been a mistake, and two,
no *** took place.
I was ***.
Okay, then there´s been a mistake.
Wh-who sent the swabs off?
The exhibits officer.
It was Jimmy Beck?
Yeah.
Look, Jimmy Beck´s an experienced copper,
he doesn´t make mistakes with evidence.
No, sir.
So?
Beck *** me, sir.
I never heard that.
Detective Sergeant Beck *** me, sir.
You´ve got evidence?
He smokes, he drinks whiskey,
he uses the right kind of aftershave,
-and he handled the slides. -No, that´s not evidence.
He´s destroyed the evidence.
So this is like a wild allegation?
No, sir, it´s a fact.
Get me some evidence, bring it to me,
and I´ll give you all the help I can.
But I´d like you to sleep on it first.
There´s nothing to sleep on, sir.
Oh, isn´t there?
Do you fancy life as a traffic warden, would you?
I beg your pardon, sir?
Jimmy Beck is well-liked.
You´re making wild allegations against a bloody good copper.
That´s what they´re going to think.
-I can live with that. -Yeah, you can,
but your mates can´t.
They´re going to be out there on their own with you,
you might decide to scream *** again.
Look, I know it´s a load of ***, love,
I know it is, but that´s how they´re going to see it.
You´ve done it to Jimmy Beck,
you could do it to any one of them.
[ Tires screeching, horn honks ]
Woman: Do you want some help?
Man: You can´t leave it like this.
You´ve got to clear it up, mate.
Can you tell me exactly when you last saw him, sir?
Harriman: M-A-L-C-O-L-M. Floyd Malcolm.
You should remember him, sir.
You had a fight with him six months ago.
It ended up in court.
We don´t know he´s going to *** again,
that´s just your guess.
Look, he owns a minicab and he´s stolen a car -- why?
Why? Because we´re watching the minicab.
Exactly.
He doesn´t want us watching him
because he´s going to commit another crime, right?
What is his speciality?
Confirmed sighting on Ballbrook Road.
If it´s not the previous victim,
it´ll be the wife of some man he´s got a grudge against.
A white man.
You okay?
[ Loud music, telephone ringing ]
Hello?
Oh, hi, are you okay?
Yes.
-Are you on your own? -Well, Mark´s here.
Why?
I´m just a bit worried about you, that´s all.
I´m not the first woman in history to be pregnant, Fitz.
No. I´ll see you later.
Look, we´ve got to talk.
Yeah, I know that.
-Bye. -Bye.
What´s wrong?
Nothing.
Where are you going?
Harriman: Can you give me that again, please, sir?
So, distance between the scene of the crime --
7 miles.
Right, cheers.
He´s abandoned the Escort.
Charlotte Road, he torched it.
Where?
Charlotte Road.
That´s my road.
Phone my wife.
[ Telephone ringing ]
[ Loud music ]
[ Telephone continues ringing ]
[ Mower stops ]
Mark?
[ Loud music ]
[ Screams ]
[ Stops music ]
Did you hear something?
[ Heavy breathing ]
Take the mask off.
Take the mask off, you --
Get out of my house!
You raise your voice and you´re dead, man.
Take your hands off me.
And get out of my house right now!
Get out of my house!
Rich, middle-class, white little ***!
Used to getting her own way,
and here´s some uppity little ***.
Well, she´ll soon put him in his place, won´t she?
Let me go.
No.
I´m pregnant.
Is it your husband´s?
Yes.
He writes books, doesn´t he?
Yes.
I know.
I´ve seen them.
Books about people like me.
Yes!
Why do you want to hurt me?
It´s nothing personal.
[ Sobbing ] For God´s sake!
It´s your husband I want to hurt.
Please.
[ Banging ]
It´s locked.
I´m going to go round the back.
Judith: Fitz...
What do you want, Floyd?
You´ll write about me one day, won´t you?
Oh, yeah, sure.
I´ll be a little chapter in one of your books.
An interesting little case.
Something for white, middle-class ***
like you to study.
I´m not middle-class.
But I´m here now,
I´m not a chapter no more, I´m the real thing, man.
What do you want, Floyd?
We´re leaving.
No, you´re not.
If you don´t let me go, I´ll kill her.
Kill her.
For God´s sake, Fitz.
Go on, we´ve been married
20-odd years, I´m sick of her.
Go on, kill her.
Stop it!
I´ve wished her dead umpteen times,
never done anything about it myself, of course.
I always thought a wee accident, maybe a car crash.
You´re lying, man.
Something like that, you know. I´ve dreamt about it.
Of course, what I should have said is,
"Judith, it´s finished."
You´re lying.
It takes emotional courage -- I never had any of that, Floyd.
So go ahead, kill her.
Really, go on, kill her.
Quickly, before my son smashes --
[ Floyd screaming ]
Judith: You vicious, evil ***, you!
No, Judith! No!
No!
It´s all right, it´s all right, it´s all right.
It´s all right.
[ Drops key ]
[ Dialing telephone ]
Police --
[ Cocking gun ] Put it down.
Put it down.
On your back.
On your back!
You´re dead, Jimmy.
Suck it.
[ Mumbling ]
Don´t speak with your mouth full.
Suck it.
Smile.
Smile.
[ Telephone rings ]
Yes?
Who is this, please?
Jane Penhaligon.
I need to speak to you.
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