All language subtitles for Cracker 1x7 One Day a Lemming Will Fly 2

Die! Die!

Repeat: urgent
assistance! We're outside

the station, surrounded
by a hostile crowd.

Die! Die!

Oh, Christ! -Die! Die!

Oh, for Christ's sake!
- Repeat: urgent assistance!

Are you OK?.

How was that allowed to happen?. A
crowd like that outside our own door!

You told them he's gay.

Gay?. A miserable
sod like that?.

Yeah. -I told them
he was a shirt-lifter.

What's going on?.

I was just about to come
in and tell you, sir.

There's a hostile crowd
outside the station.

Get onto Brighton Road nick.
A bit of backup. Discreet.

That's my middle name.
- I'll speak to three of them.

In there, in my own time.
Pick the biggest mouths.

Right. -Why wasn't I
told about this earlier?.

Will you listen
to me?. -I am!

Stay within the law, or
you'll end up in there.

Did Cassidy do it?.

We're conducting our
enquiries with vigour...

Did Cassidy do it?.
- Is that clear?.

Yes! I want to know.

Will you listen to me?. We're
conducting our enquiries...

Are you charging him?.
- We're optimistic...

Are you gonna charge him?.
- I'm not gonna say any more.

I'm gonna take you
upstairs and bang you up...

Your girlfriend's coming down.

She likes trap two, does she?.

Don't turn your back.

He says he was with you.

Yeah, he was.
- You've remembered?.

Yes. -He says you
went to the theatre.

You're lying. He
hates the theatre.

He says he cooked you a meal.

Yes, he did. -What was it?.

I can't remember.
- What was it?.

Chicken. -Just chicken?.

And vegetables.
Broccoli, potatoes, peas.

Wine?. -Yeah.

What kind?. -Dry white.

What then?. -Erm...
we listened to music.

Classical?. -No, it was jazz.

Sex?.

No, thanks. -Did
you have sex?.

Yes. -What was it like?.

None of your business.

What would you say if I
told you he was queer?.

I'd say that you were the
one with the moustache.

Do we have to check
all this out, Leslie?.

No, you don't. It's the truth.

You're lying.

That's OK.

But if we have to
prove you're lying, we

will come down on you
like a ton of bricks.

You've been his alibi for
years, haven't you, Leslie?.

No.

He's gay, but he
won't come out.

That's understandable. He's a
teacher. Clause 28 and all that.

He needs a woman, a
member of staff, to

prove to the whole
school that he's straight.

He talks marriage.
He lets it known that

he's talking marriage,
but it is just talk.

He never names the day.

How long have you known him?.

Three years.

Three years, and all that
time, not one suspicion?.

He tried to kill himself.

I know what you're thinking
- you'll have to leave the school.

"Poor old Leslie,
hanging on to Cassidy like

grim death, and all
the time... blah blah. "

Some of them will laugh at you. That's
OK. But some of them will pity you.

And if you lie to us now,
they will despise you.

Were you with him
three nights ago?.

No.

Nigel!

What have they told you?.

Well, it's a pack of
lies! -I'm... I'm sorry.

For Christ's sake,
it's a pack of lies!

They told her you're gay.

I'm not.

Mmm. She believed them.

I think if you told my wife I
was gay, she wouldn't believe you.

There has to be suspicion.

Shall I prove it to
you?. Somewhere private?.

What were you doing
three nights ago?.

I stayed in. -With Leslie?.

Yeah. -That's not
what she told us.

I marked books, I jogged,
I marked some more books.

The fancy man.

Bates.

What was he wearing?.

You jogged.
Through the woods?.

On the road.

What was he wearing?. Bob!

You live near the woods, but
you prefer to jog on the road?.

Go in there, and ask her to ask him
what he was wearing when he was running.

There's a good track through
those woods, isn't there?.

So you have used
it in the past?.

A long time ago.

You get a lot of
kids in the woods.

You're a teacher, fair game. They
shout things out. It can wind you up.

You're jogging to try and relax.
That's why I don't use the woods, OK?.

OK.

Now, why did you try
to kill yourself?.

I'd had a few drinks,
I was just depressed.

Yeah. What about?.

The Exchange Rate Mechanism.

What were you wearing that
night, when you were jogging?.

Tracksuit, trainers. -Would you
mind if we went to get them?.

I would. Yeah, I would.

OK.

Did you have that on?.

Yeah. -Could I borrow
it for an hour or two?.

Thanks.

Would you like a cup of tea?.

Can I come in?.

The wife's in.

It's about your statement.

You were in the woods with your
girlfriend, and you saw a man jogging?.

Yeah.

Who is it?.

Christian Aid.

Was he going fast or slow?.

Quite fast.

Well, there you are, you
see. -Look, won't this keep?.

No. Jogging.
People think slow.

But he was going fast?.

Yeah. -Running would
be more accurate?.

Running from the scene, yeah.

They just want it accurate.

We want you for an ID parade. You
can change your statement then.

What do I tell my wife?.
- You'll think of something.

I taught the boy!

When you teach kids,
you get close to them.

I've had nits off bloody
kids, never mind bits of fibre!

The thing is, he wore a
shirt and tie at school.

He put that T-shirt on
at 5pm. So between 5pm

and the time of his
death, you touched him.

Another thing about T-shirts.

I have a teenage son, so
I know about these things.

You do not put on your best
T- shirt to go and see your dad.

You save it for copping off.

You wear it to impress
somebody you fancy.

He fancied you, didn't he?.

You were his teacher, and
very properly, you resisted.

But that night, he came to you,
didn't he, in that T-shirt?.

A blond, beautiful
teenage boy.

Those arms, those
eyes, that smile.

I don't blame
you for weakening.

Nobody does.

I marked books.

I jogged.

And then I marked
some more books.

That's all.

Pick him. Pick him, pick him.

This man.

Yes, brilliant!

This man's here because he
taught the boy, isn't he?.

I know him. He
teaches my son an' all.

It is not this man.

It is definitely not this man.

How do you know?. -Sorry?.

That he's not the
jogger Bates saw.

Bates told us he wasn't.

He was lying. Chief witness goes up to

chief suspect. Definitely
not him. Bollocks.

He wants to keep
himself out of court.

Doesn't want some smart-arse barrister
asking what he was doing in the woods.

It's David Bilborough.
I've been ringing my wife.

Could you just see if
the car's there?. Thanks.

Keep away from Fitz. You're
starting to sound like him.

What do you mean by that?.
- You know what I mean.

I don't. I don't know what you mean,
and I'd like you to explain, so...

Hey, hey, hey. -It's nothing
to do with you, OK?. Nothing.

I'd hate to come home
to you in a flat week.

Thanks, yeah.

She's in the garden.

Would you please
explain, sir?.

Do you think he's guilty?.

Yeah.

Do you?. You're gut
instinct. Is he guilty?.

Yeah.

I know he's guilty. Our job is to get
as much evidence as we can against him.

That's our job. No bloody
philosophy, thanks very much.

Whatever's going on between you and Fitz
is affecting the way you do your work.

We expect a result,
we get sweet FA, and

you talk about progress.
That's Fitz-speak.

I get enough of him. I don't
want it from a member of my team.

Don't give me any crap about
keeping my private life separate,

because you obviously can't.

Hello, me again. What's
she doing in the garden?.

I'm bothering you,
I know. Could you pop

across, and tell her
to go in and relax?.

Tell her I said she's got
to go in and relax. Thanks.

Pulling bleeding weeds.

I can't keep my
private life separate?.

I haven't been fussing over
my wife for the last half hour.

I think that's a
bit below the belt.

She's been pregnant before.

They lost it.

I've spoken to some
of the ringleaders, and

have backup standing
by. It's under control.

Can you charge Cassidy?.

Not yet, no.

You know what'll happen if you
let him go?. -I can handle it.

How's the wife?.

No change.

You should be with her, David.

We can hold the
fort for a few days.

Don't do this to me.

He's guilty. It's
only a matter of time

before he coughs. Please
don't do this to me.

Please.

OK.

You're letting him go?. -We
can't hold him without evidence.

You must have had evidence
to pull the bastard in!

The man is innocent.
I'm sure we're going

to have more questions,
but he's free to go.

You said you had enough!
- You said you were optimistic!

You two aren't! You're not leaving
till Mr Cassidy is safely away.

You're holding us, and
letting that bastard go!

I have reason to believe a crime
will be committed if I let you go.

Therefore you're staying
in the station. All right?.

I don't believe this.

OK.

The, er, meter ran out.
I had no pound coins.

Is this your
handwriting, Mr Cassidy?.

Yes.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. "

This is Timothy Lang's book.

I know. So?.

Do you remember those Hamlet
cigar ads?. I had a great one.

The guy tried to
gas himself, right?.

Singularly unsuccessful
because it's natural gas.

Right?. So he decides to console
himself by lighting a Hamlet cigar.

He lights it up. Boom!
The whole house goes up.

As the dust settles, a camera goes
in, finds the packet, and it says,

"Smoking can seriously
damage your health".

Oi, Cassidy, you
pervert! -Bastard!

I'll get you, you bastard!

I'm arresting you on
suspicion of causing

criminal damage and endangering life.

You do not have to say anything,
but anything you do say...

Tell him he's dead!

Cassidy, you're dead, mate!

Put them in the van. -Just
wait till I get hold...

What are you going
to do about that?.

I suggest you spend the night in
a hotel with DS Beck and Fitz, OK?.

Yeah, OK. -We're over here.

Why Beck?.

Sir!

Cos Beck'll keep his mind
on the job. You won't.

As soon as this
is sorted, I'm off.

Yeah?. Where?.

Anywhere. Just so
long as there's not the

faintest chance of
bumping into a copper.

Ah, Moss Side.

I've got two weeks
due. I'm taking it.

With Peter?. -Probably.

I'll miss you.

Can I play the dirty old
man for just one minute?.

You've made a career out of
it. What's another minute?.

Young women are
wasted on young men.

You'll be off on holiday
with Peter, right,

and you'll want him to rub oil on your
back, and he'll be reading or something.

He'll do it, but he
won't want to. Now me, I

would rub oil on your
back until Boots ran dry.

Do you fancy a quick one?.

Can't. -Why not?.

Minute's up.

That's what you'd like,
though, isn't it, Fitz?.

Me on the side, your wife
and your kids to go home to.

Yes.

I think most men would. In fact, if
any man says otherwise, he's a liar.

Answer this. Not a joke, not a
put-down. A straight answer, yeah?.

Yeah.

Will you come away with me?.

What, instead of Peter?.

Yeah.

I know what you're thinking.
- Don't tell me what I'm thinking.

"I've paid the penance. I
might as well commit the sin. "

No analysis, please.

Just a straight answer.

Drop Fitz at the hotel,
and back to the station.

Right.

Is he paralysed?.

The answer is yes.

Yes to what?.

I've asked him to come away, and
roger me rigid for a fortnight, sir.

Are you telling me to
mind my own business?.

Yes, I am, sir.

The station.

This is posh. Bloke
in there with a silver

cane taps your dick twice
when you've finished.

Suit you, that job.

Drink?.

No, I'll get my own.

Sauce for Suzy,
or Night of Lust?.

Night of Lust.
Suzy's a lesbian.

Shall I tell you why I
can't stand lesbians?.

Please.

Queers are OK. As long as I don't
turn my back on you, you're OK.

Two queers doing it, that's
two women going spare.

But two lesbians doing it,
that's two men going short.

You can tell he reads
The Guardian, can't you?.

We don't have the
suspect with us!

Please all disperse! Just go
home. -Who's in there, then?.

Please all go home. We
don't have him with us.

You're not nicking me dad!

These two... These two
men have broken the law.

I can understand why they've broken
it, but to understand is not to excuse.

For the last time,
let me through!

Look, it's my brother murdered,
and you're nicking my dad!

They've broken the law!

And you will all be under arrest...
- You're not listening, are you, wanker!

Get the backup!

Mrs Lang, would you
step aside, please?.

You're breaking my arm!

I want the mob dispersed.
I don't care how you do it.

Disperse the bastards.

I've done nothing,
you soft sod!

You obstructed a police
officer, sunshine!

In there! Behave!

You've broken my son's arm, you bastard!
I want a lawyer down here, and a doctor!

It's under control.
I've sent backup in.

It got a bit out of hand,
but it's under control.

Sorted.

You've brought those
men to this nick?.

My officers made the
arrest. Taking them

elsewhere would be bowing
to that lot out there.

You're needed.

Come on, lads. Come on.

Didn't even consider
it, did you?.

I did, sir. -The
effect it would have.

I did, sir. They
were obstructing.

You're not charging
him?. -Yeah.

Go up to the canteen.

I've sent backup in, sir.

You go up to the canteen,
have a cup of tea. Stay there.

Go and have a cup of tea!

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. " What are you sorry about?.

You're sorry because...?.
- I'm sorry he's dead.

You're sorry because
you killed him.

I'm sorry he's dead.

You're lying! You're sorry
because you killed him.

I didn't kill him.

Explain the fibres
on your watch.

I've no need to
explain anything.

They prove you touched him sometime

between 5 o'clock and
the time of his death.

You touched him.

Did more than touch him.

Oh, for a common or garden
rapist! Them I can understand.

Sick bastards like you,
shoving bits of metal into kids!

Homophobia. -What kind
of hobby is that, huh?.

What possible pleasure
can you get out of that?.

Homophobia
- a morbid fear of...

I know what Fitzophobia is
- a morbid fear

of men who talk through
their arse! Stay out of this.

You were about 14 when
you came over here, right?.

This is the suspect.

New boy in school. Difficult
age to make friends.

The girls would talk to you. A new face
- girls like that.

But the boys...

We've got clout.

When we bang you up, you're going to be

begging for Section
43, a bit of protection.

I don't want protection.

The boys ignored
you, didn't they?.

You think the screws will give
you protection?. Are they shite!

I don't want it.

One boy in particular.

You wanted to be near
him, you wanted to

hold him, and touch
him. It bothered you.

Those screws have
kids of their own.

They'll leave your cell door
open, they'll turn their back.

Then the lads will be in, and
they won't be shaking your hand.

You know what I'm saying?.
- You thought you were gay.

Will you shut it!

You loved that boy.

You are talking crap.

It kept you awake at night.

"Am I queer?. Am I queer?."

"The girls talk to me.
They must see it in me.

The boys ignore me.

I'll prove I'm not queer. "

How do you prove you're not
queer?. You pick a fight.

Who do you fight?.

Whose face do you smash to
a pulp?. The boy you loved.

Bollocks!

He's done this before.

He looks in
there, and in there

for something sick,
something twisted.

And because he's felt it, because
he's thought it, he thinks we all have.

Well, we haven't.

Some of us are normal!

Are you giving her one?.

Who?.

Penhaligon.

Where was I before I was
so rudely interrupted?.

Section 43. If we say yeah, you
get it. If we say no, you don't.

And if you don't, you end up in
court with your dick in a jar.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?.

Yes.

Yeah?.

Penhaligon, boss.
What are you doing?.

What do you think I'm doing?.

Your wife's gone into labour.

Is the crowd dispersing?.

Just about.

Drive me to the hospital, then get
onto Beck. Cassidy's got to cough.

Right.

Something I ate.

It's your arrogance, Fitz.

A nice young bit of stuff like
that, and you are hanging around her.

I wouldn't even dream of it.

Yeah, well, I've got my
hair in the right place.

Read it, please.

I can't.

I've had this for years.
I'm not shaving it off

just cos a bunch of
queers start growing them.

It's beneath me. I'm not that insecure.
Do you understand what I'm saying?.

Keep your hair on.

Read it, please.

No.

Because that's what
made you kill him.

"First ice.

Tears on the classroom floor.

I start to grieve.

He opens the classroom door.

He tells me to leave.

First ice isn't nice. "

Why "First ice"?.

It's a...

...poem about a...

...girl in a
telephone box I...

She's been hurt. I read
it to the kids, and...

get them to write about
a time they were hurt.

"He opens the classroom
door, and tells me to leave. "

That's you.

It is, isn't it?.

14 years old.

Beautiful.

More a girl than a boy.

You want to hold him,
touch him, explore.

He's crying.

"It's all right, Timothy.
It's OK, it's OK."

He's screaming.

You've gone too far.

He'll tell his mother. His
mother'll tell the police.

The police'll come
round to the school.

One hand's enough.

Such a delicate throat.

The eyes won't close. You squeeze and
you squeeze, but the eyes won't close.

You turn him over, face down
in the mud. You hold him.

You run. Where?. Home.

You pace the floor. "I've
strangled him. I strangled him. "

A rope!

You go back. He's
still there, cold.

You pick him up.

There's air in the lungs. It gets
squeezed out. Sounds like a groan.

For one terrible second,
you think he's still alive.

I marked books.

I jogged.

People must have
seen me jogging.

And then I came home and
marked some more books.

Good girl. Oh, it's got
a lovely mop of hair.

That's it. Right, come
on. Pant now, love.

Try and relax. Relax.

Relax! Relax! Relax!

Relax now. Pant
now. Pant, come on.

Will you sod off!

Confess.

Plead guilty. It will
be over in a flash.

Deny it, there'll be a trial.

Week upon week,
detail upon detail.

Your mother squirming
and cringing.

You've done this.

My flat, my job,
my mother, Leslie.

All because you
decided I was gay.

What gives you the right?.

What makes you so bloody arrogant you

can decide that after
five lousy minutes?.

Because I'm right.

You're wrong.

Are you married?. -Yeah.

When was the last time you gave
your wife a good seeing-to?.

When was the last time?.

That's my business.

You've poked your nose
into mine for long enough.

I haven't killed somebody.
You have. -I haven't.

Bring her down here. She's
probably gasping for it.

I'll slip her one. You can
ask her what she thinks.

All those times you made love to
Leslie, she faked it every single time.

Why else would she believe
you were gay?. Huh?.

She felt the need to fake it.

She knew you
needed reassurance.

She knew that deep down,
something was wrong.

I marked books, I jogged...

And then you
marked more books.

Did you ever tell Tim off?.

Of course I told Tim off.

More than the other
children?. -No.

He was special. You'd have to hide that.
You'd tell him off more than the others.

No.

You were standing. He was
sitting down, head bowed.

"Look at me when I'm talking
to you, boy! Look at me!

Look at me!"

Then he'd look up.

Those blue eyes, those
long blond lashes.

More a girl than a boy.

And his eyes were saying,
"Please, stop this.

Please, stop this!
Please stop this!"

How did that make
you feel, Nigel?.

Grey.

What?.

They were more grey than blue.

"See me, Tim. See me, Tim. "
And what, he'd go to your desk?.

I'd go to his. Well, not
just his, every pupil's.

Ah. So, you'd squat?.

You'd be really close.
Touching. Going through his work.

You'd exchange glances.

Be inches away. Inches
away from those eyes, huh?.

That was it, the moment
you'd been waiting for,

the moment that would
get you through the day.

He really was that special
to you, wasn't he, Nigel?.

He disgusted me.

And what were they saying, those
eyes, the last time you saw them?.

"Please, stop this! Please,
stop this! Please stop this!"

You want to atone.

Yes.

That's why you tried
to kill yourself.

A life for a life.

Yes.

I don't want that much,
Nigel. Just confess.

I know you want to confess.

You've killed a child, Nigel.
That's a terrible, terrible burden.

You want to share it.

I'm here, Nigel. I'm
willing to share your burden.

You're willing to
share my burden?.

Yes.

I won't let you
forget you said that.

I won't forget it.

I killed Timothy Lang.

Come on, darling. You're the most

beautiful woman that's
ever lived. Come on.

Argh!

Come on, darling.

Good girl, good girl.

It's a boy.

Hi.

I was thinking of
going away for a while.

On your own?.

Yeah.

You look terrible.
- Well, I haven't slept.

Then sleep.

How often have you wished
me dead?. -I've lost count.

So you could sleep with other
men with a clear conscience.

I've put it to
dozens of couples.

I don't give a damn how many people
you've put it to. You're wrong.

I've had opportunities,
Fitz. More than most.

Men see me. They see
you sitting next to me.

Overweight, pissed, arguing
with someone at the next table,

totally ignoring me until you've
smashed him into an intellectual pulp.

They assume I'm
available. -Yeah, I know.

I enjoy it. -Yes,
I've seen you.

All that effort to impress is wasted,

because they haven't
got a tenth of that,

or a twentieth of that.

I've loved you for 25 years, and
I have never wanted anyone else.

Just a minute! I asked
you all to wait outside.

Listen, the press conference will start
in half an hour. Now, please, outside.

He's coming, he's coming!

Say nothing. Say nothing.

Yeah?.

I was getting sick
of the jokes, right?.

So, I got rid of it.

I was going to keep it, just to
prove I've got nothing to prove.

But I haven't got to
prove I've got nothing

to prove, so I got rid of it, right?.

Could you give us
that again, Jimmy?.

Hey, hey, calm down.

Calm down!

Calm down.

I'm off.

Stay for one, stay for one.

Tell Peter if you
want a tan, he's got to

let you out of the
bedroom now and again.

And don't speak
with your mouth full.

Coffee?.

What do you want?.
- I've come to help you.

I lost my job, my
flat's been destroyed,

Leslie's walked out, and my
mother's being persecuted.

Apart from decapitation,
what else can you do for me?.

You were living a lie.

You're a happily
married man, are you?.

Hm?.

Never thought of adultery, or
just walking away from it all?.

You don't. You go
on living your lie.

You're a hypocrite.

There are worse things, Nigel.

To hell with the
consequences, with who gets

hurt, just so long as
you can expose lies.

Not your own, of course.

Other people's.

That's got nothing
to do with truth.

Just utter selfishness,
you bloody hypocrite.

You're the murderer. Get
out of the bloody pulpit.

You said you were willing to share
my burden. Do you remember that?.

Yes.

I didn't kill Tim.

Don't believe you.

I'm not gay.

I fancied him
because he was a girl.

Nigel, I don't mind you
telling me lies, but come on!

He knew.

He'd talk to me at school.

In the staffroom,
they'd laugh.

"Takes one to know
one", they'd say.

I'd laugh too.

But then he came round to
my flat. He needed to talk.

He frightened me.

In the staffroom,
they'd laugh.

It brought things out in me.

I chased him away.
He died that night.

Are you saying you
didn't kill him?.

I as good as killed him.

All you saw was guilt.

The same guilt that Andy
felt, that his parents

must have felt, or
anyone who ever knew him.

That's all.

No more.

Tell me you didn't do it!

I did not kill Timothy Lang.

What's wrong, Fitz?.

An innocent man's confessed?.
The killer's still out there?.

No.

You were wrong.

That's what's bothering
you, isn't it?.

You arrogant bastard!

If you want to punish
yourself, I'll fix something

up for you, you selfish,
twisted little prick!

But there's a killer out there!
He's going to strike again.

Retract your confession.
- I want him to kill again.

Retract your
confession right now.

I want him to kill again.

You said you'd
share my burden.

That's my burden.

I'm responsible for
the death of a child.

If he kills again, you'll
know what it's like.

You'll be able to share it.

You did promise. Am I right?.

You did promise.

Oh, my God!

Oi! Oi!

Fitz?.

He didn't do it.

How do you know?. -I've just
spoken to him. He told me.

And you believe him?. -Yeah.

Is he going to
retract his statement?.

No.

Then what's the problem?.
- He didn't do it!

We got a result.
It's up to CPS now.

Hey, sarge!

Sarge?.

Will you behave yourselves, the
pair of you?. Will you just grow up!

Look, I don't give a shit about
the result. He didn't do it.

It's the truth that counts.
- I've got a press conference.

I got the statement
off that man!

That means I'm resp...
- DS Beck got the statement.

What?. -DS Beck
got the statement.

After shrewd and persistent questioning,
the witness made his statement.

That man couldn't get Edward
the Confessor to cough.

I got the statement...
- Why don't you piss off?.

Jimmy.

Why don't you just
piss off?. -Jimmy!

I've had to put up with you all night,
and the novelty is wearing a bit thin!

Why don't you just
button your baldy lip!

Tell them I'm coming.

If you don't stop this now,
we're finished. I'm out of here.

Have you finished?.

It's the truth that matters,
not the result. The truth!

Here endeth the lesson, yeah?.

Yeah.

If I let him go, what
have we got left?. Nothing.

What do you want me to do?.

He didn't do it!

You told me he did.

I pursued one sole line of enquiry, and

you want me to tell
the boss I was wrong?.

I'd be back pounding
the bloody beat.

You want me to tell
that lot I was wrong?.

They'd lynch me. You want me
to tell his mother I was wrong?.

I'm charging him.

He's innocent! Can you live
with that, because I can't?.

Right. Everyone ready, yeah?.

A man was arrested
this morning in

connection with the
murder of Timothy Lang.

That man has since been charged, and
will appear in court in the morning.

That's all. Thank you.

What evidence do you have
for arresting this man?.

Boss? -IShut it, Jimmy.

Any more bodies?. He
can'tjust leave like that!

You're hopeless. It's
like a habit. -So what?.

Keep your nose
out. -I'm serious.

It's either find a job,
or go back to college.

You've got till Christmas.

Under certain terms

- you'll get up when
the rest of us get up,

not spend the whole
morning lying in bed.

I'm sorry. There's nobody
here to take your call.

If you'd like to leave
a message for Fitz,

Judith, Mark or Kate,
please speak after the tone.

Message for Fitz
from DS Penhaligon.

I think you've forgotten
our appointment, Fitz.

College is just crap.

You're beginning to sound more
like your father every day, Mark.

Look, it's a well-known
fact - if you come

from a posh house,
you do well at school.

The posher the house,
the more dosh your old

man's got, the better
you should do, right?.

Well-known fact,
yeah?. That proves it,

then
- Prince Charles is thick as pigshit.

Poshest house in the country, loads
of dosh, and he gets CSE in metalwork!

And as for his brothers! Thick
as pigshit, the lot of them.

What do you call a
one-eyed dinosaur?.

I wanna tell you
the natural facts

That a man don't understand
the good book right, that's all

That's all

He's gotta have religion
now, I tell you, that's all

He can go to the
college or go to the school

But if he hasn't got religion
he's an educated fool, that's all

Oh, well, well, that's all

You've gotta have more love,

more understanding every
day of your life, that's all

People are fine to one another,
and they think they're doing swell

All they want is your money, and
you can go to... woah! That's all

Oh, well, well, that's all

They've gotta have religion
now, I tell you, that's all