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SCREECH OF TYRES

(LAUGHS)

BOTH: # I just called

# To say how much I care

# I just called

# To say I love you

# And I mean it from The bottom of my heart. #

So why have you come to Gamblers Anonymous?

You know why I've come to Gamblers Anonymous.

Tell us something about yourself.

Well, I was born 19th September, 1949.

You know who else was born that day? Twiggy.

(LAUGHTER)

Anything else?

There were two archaeologists, dug up a mummy.

They started to unwrap it

and this terrible face was revealed.

The most angst-ridden face they'd ever seen.

They said, "What happened to this poor man?

"What made him so miserable?"

They realised his fist was clenched.

They prise it open and there it is. A betting slip. 200 to win, Goliath.

(LAUGHTER)

I'm sorry, this isn't for me.

Eddie.

You're a fool.

What happens if your horse passes that one on the rail, huh?

Wins at a canter.

200 smackers on the nose.

Cocaine, heroin, they all cost you money.

But to gamble and win, that leap-and-punch-the-air buzz

and 200 smackers on top, there's nothing like it on earth.

I was right. I've got a bit of paper in my hand that says I WAS right.

I weighed up the odds, I studied the form and I was right.

I got to do what I don't do at work. At the factory, at the shop,

down at the bloody dole! I used this and I was right!

I know about the lows. Oh, yes.

I know the lows. I LIKE the lows.

They make the highs seem even higher.

Peaks and troughs. Mountains and valleys.

Give me that any day to that long, flat boring road

run by the likes of him! OK, Kempton Park.

And it's even money spades. Hearts and diamonds, 3-1.

5-1 on clubs. £2 minimum, £10 max!

What are you waiting for?

How long has it been?

How long since your hands were trembling, your heart was pounding?

How long since you were last alive? Come on! It's a sprint!

Seven furlongs. Five of clubs!

This is mainline stuff.

Feel the adrenaline pulsing through your veins.

It's one in the eye for the puritans.

One in the eye for that smarmy bastard over there.

When they say "how did it go?", say "very well, I told them about my addiction and won 200 quid!"

Come on. Under starter's orders and they're off!

All right?

Silicone implants?

You're disgusting. Would I be?

No, they're real.

What size?

36. It's the letters that are important. They give the cup size.

Numbers must have some relevance.

Only if they're playing bingo.

He's big. Strong.

You're stronger.

He's... He's young.

I could k-kill him.

Why can't it be him, the one with the tash?

Graham.

Listen, fancy coming for a pint?

You're handling this very well. As one pro to another, I'm impressed.

Thank you.

I've got a wife, a family, a home. A job I've always wanted to do.

I don't gamble cos there's a void in my life.

I see.

I'd have said something different there. Something provocative.

"Bullshit." Anything.

I'm not a psychologist.

I have this gift, Graham.

I can talk to somebody for five minutes and zoom, right in there. I can see what's going on in there.

You want me to ask you what you see.

You want me to tell you what I see.

Right. What do you see?

He asked, determined to be cool regardless of the answer.

I see a man who'd like to get into my wife's knickers.

Wrong.

So...why do you gamble?

What's your motive there?

I notice you've changed the subject.

Why do you gamble?

Cos I'm bored, that's why.

And your motive in talking to me like this?

You want me to say, "He disrupted the meeting, Judith, but spoke to me in private afterwards."

Something like that, yeah.

I won't do it, Fitz.

Look, I can't promise to stop, but I will try.

You believe in safe sex, Graham?

Screwing my wife could be extremely dangerous.

It could severely damage your health.

The man's dead. People won't rush forward to say they owed him money.

Who have you seen?

His family, boozing partners. But people who owed him money. Six.

Seven. I'm seeing two more today.

Forensic?

Not a lot after four hours of rain. Lipstick on his shirt.

The wife's? Uh-uh. I checked.

Jesus! That was a bit delicate.

Flies open. Wa-ha-hey.

Nothing else? No.

The problem is everyone hated him.

Either hated him cos they hated him or cos they owed him money.

But everybody wanted him dead.

Does that piercing insight get us anywhere?

No.

Keep me posted. We're, er...

I'll see you over there.

Can I have a minute?

Yes, of course.

How are you getting on with Giggsy? Fine.

He is a good copper.

There's nothing you need?

A bit of luck.

Has Fitz been any use?

Some.

You see a lot of him?

It's platonic.

Don't tell him anything he doesn't need to know.

I never do.

Is that it?

No. You made an application for promotion. Gotta do a report.

Yeah.

Don't you think you're jumping the gun a bit?

I mean, six months - possibly. A year - no problem.

OK.

Bye.

Panhandle?

Penhaligon. Penhaligon, you arrogant lump of lard! Penhaligon!

Something's upset you. I can always tell.

Sorry.

It's all right.

On the wagon? Yeah. It's a bumpy road, though. I keep falling off.

He's right, you know.

I know the system. I've applied too soon.

But?

# JUKE BOX: EURYTHMICS: Love Is A Stranger #

Oh, stop it. (LAUGHTER)

You having one? (PHONE RINGS) No, thanks.

Have one, for God's sake. BUT the system's for other people.

If you're special it doesn't apply to you, right?

Right.

Yes?

Yes!

They've used his credit card. Brilliant!

We're going to kill a policeman.

# I who have nothing... #

People think that's worse than killing an ordinary person. Why?

It's self-defence.

If we don't kill him,

we'll be put away for life.

So, it's self-defence.

You see, a life sentence is worse for us than for ordinary people.

We love each other.

We love each other more than any two people have ever loved each other.

If we're separated from each other we'll die.

So it's self-defence.

This is the sort.

Could you get a description of all the buyers?

You're joking?! We've sold about 100 in the last few days.

Special offer. Jeremy Beadle launched it.

And that? That's no good. The tape rewinds every two hours.

Buy now while stocks last.

TV: '5-2 now. Hazy Key, 4-1 from 7-2. Surprise Offer, 5-1. 7-1 bar.'

Bugger!

# Oooh-oh-ooooh

# Because we know

# Because we go. #

What's this?

What is this?

A t-shirt?

SWITCHES OFF TV SET

What are these little holes?

Is this a trick question? No.

I'd say they're little holes.

I buy you these. I pay for these.

You're obviously smoking dope that's doing your head in.

You're dropping it all over your kit. I've had it ages.

You're so far out of your cake you don't realise you're doing it.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Muggins here pays for these, OK? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Under my roof you obey my rules. Yeah.

Get rid of it.

You can smoke dope when you prove you can handle it. That's one of my rules.

Oh, right. Yeah (!)

Says the man who's pissed out of his head every night.

Says the man who's pickling his brains in booze.

Yeah.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Dope. There are worse things.

No, a lot of dope. Talk to him.

I've tried. We always end up screaming at each other.

You know what it's like. Oh, I know what it's like.

What d'you mean, you know what it's like?

Can you get rid of that for me? You'll drive off. I won't.

What d'you mean, you know what it's like?

Can I have the keys, please?

What d'you mean?

You're a psychologist. You analyse people's problems.

You solve their relationships.

yet you're incapable of talking to your own son.

You don't talk. You spar.

I'm not a mother, I'm a bloody referee! That's what I mean!

I'll book a table for us tonight. I'm going out.

With Graham? Yes. Let go of the door.

I can't make any promises I can't keep.

I'm not listening to you, Fitz. If I listen...

I'm gonna cut down on the booze... You'll wind me round your little finger!

I'm not making promises I can't keep. I'm not a hypocrite.

You're wasting your breath. Let go of the door!

I love you!

(STARTS ENGINE)

I love you!

I love you! Christ!

(CAR HORN) Do you want a lift?

Think about testicles.

I do nothing but.

Cormack's testicles were crushed. Right? Right.

Why? You tell me.

Sexual rage.

Sexual rage. I'll explain it over dinner.

We're going for a drink.

No, we're not. I've got summat on. A bit of business.

What sort of business? A mind-your-own sort of business.

With Emma? No.

Well? OK. Get in.

He's a nice boy really.

I want you to know I'd never pressurise you.

Well, even that's a lie.

My not pressurising you will pressurise you.

God, relationships are so bloody difficult.

I know what you're saying.

It's up to you how far our relationship goes,

where it goes, how long it lasts.

Are you OK?

My husband's here.

Evening.

What's the big idea? Beg pardon?

Excuse me. Madam? Would you put them somewhere else, please?

The lady wants you to move.

Do I know her? He knows me. I'm his wife.

(Actually, I'm a psychologist. It's very sad. She's my patient.)

I'm not his patient, I'm his wife.

Oh, yes.

Sorry, I didn't recognise you without the straitjacket.

Would you please put them somewhere else?

Ask yourself, would I bring my mistress to a restaurant

and bung her at a table next to my wife?

I'll have a large Scotch and dry, please. You, darling?

Nothing, thanks.

Actually, could I have, um, a large jug of water with ice, please?

Excuse me -

Who told you I was here?

Nobody. You just walked in off the street?

(BOGART) "Of all the gin joints in the world... "

Isn't this a bit adolescent?

Could we have the bill, please? Everything all right, sir? No, it isn't.

Anglo-Saxon foreplay.

Go to my bedroom. If I'm not there in half an hour, carry on without me.

Keeps on happening, doesn't it, Doctor Fitzgerald?

Last bets.

There you go. Thank you.

Place your bets now, please.

12, red.

Six, black.

Place your bets.

11, black. (GROANS)

Bar me, George.

I can't do it, Fitz.

You're barred. Good boy.

You'll have to take your clothes off.

You'll get blood on them. Evidence.

He's coming to screw me, Sean!

I'll keep 'em on, right?!

I'll burn 'em. I'll burn 'em afterwards, right?

Sorry. So you should be.

Any chance of a coffee? Oh, a very slim one.

Pleeease?

You used me!

I didn't mean to. I didn't think she'd go there.

Sentimental reasons, Panhandle.

(POSH ACCENT) I thought you'd be amused.

What?

Why, you know what the Chinese say, don't ya?

What's that funny smell?

(SNIFFS)

Oh, God. Fitz!

Oh!

What do they say, the Chinese?

You can appreciate the beauty of a tiger

even when it leaps to devour you.

Bullshit.

No.

Detachment.

No matter what situation you're in,

if you're detached and objective enough, you'll find it fascinating.

I did not find it fascinating. I found it embarrassing.

It made me angry. That's cos you weren't detached enough.

You fancy me too much.

That Chinese tiger's got more chance than you, Fitz.

What were you trying to achieve?

You want the truth?

It would make a refreshing change.

It's the sort of thing I'd do years ago.

Impulse, risk, intuition.

That's what she liked about me then.

You're besotted with me, Panhandle,

so this may come as a bit of a shock.

I do not have the ideal physique.

Love is blind.

But I did have this and the gift of the gab. And I took risks.

You're 44 now, Fitz.

So I am.

Lend me a fiver for a taxi.

Yeah.

Shall I call one for you?

Er, no, that's all right. I'll get one in the street.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

You're welcome to stay.

I wasn't going to ask till I was sure.

But I didn't want to complicate things even further.

Sure about...us?

No.

I mean yes. But I've always been sure.

I mean me personally, but, um...

Til I was sure that you and Judith had burnt your bridges.

Well, we haven't.

What made you think we had? Go and get your taxi, Fitz.

No, please, tell me. What made you think we'd burnt our bridges?

You just can't see it, can you?

What?

Fitz, you've driven her into bed with him.

(Shit!)

Oi! Piss off!

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hiya.

All right? Yeah.

You come by car? Yeah.

You didn't leave it down there? Up a side street.

Which one? Sylvester Street.

You can't be too careful.

I know.

Ta.

What's the rush? We've got all night.

No need to rush.

We've got all night.

Oh, I've got a surprise for you.

Now, keep 'em shut.

BOTH: (GIGGLING)

Keep 'em shut.

Come on, Sean.

Grab it.

What d'you think I'm doing?

(PHONE RINGS)

Penhaligon. I don't believe it!

What? I said, I don't believe it.

What?!

What do you not believe?

Judith and that slimy little shit!

Go to sleep, Fitz.

Why did you say it? There was no need to say anything.

Go to sleep, you self-centred, bloody...

You can't see what's right under your bloody nose!

You've got a cheek to talk about intuition and crap like that.

You can't see what's happening right under your bloody nose!

You've sprained it.

You shouldn't have hit him so hard.

Shall we go to bed?

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah?!

(Where?)

15 minutes.

(CAR HORN)

Don't get mad, get even. How do we get even? We catch the bastard.

How do we catch the bastard? We stay calm, rational.

We don't run about like headless chickens.

We don't go after revenge, we'd just balls things up.

Look, your boss brought me here, OK?

You'd better leave the tape for the lab boys, George.

Are you OK? (Yes.)

Does Emma know?

Is that his wife? Yeah.

The CS's gonna tell her. He wants you there.

Hey, you work with the guy. I'm not complaining!

They've got a son at Scarborough.

Can I tell her we'll send a car to fetch him?

Yes.

That's Panhandle, isn't it?

Who's the bloke? I don't know.

No cash.

Go on, say it.

Say what? He was holding our bet.

That's the last thing on my mind.

Oh, aye. Condoms.

Did he have children?

I don't know. Jimmy?

Three, I think. I'm not sure.

Penhaligon'll know.

You wanted to see me? Yeah. Sit down.

How did she take it? She turned cartwheels (!)

I'm sorry.

You know her well? Yeah.

A friend?

I like to think so.

Do they have kids?

You know she's got kids.

Just wasn't sure of the ages.

Peter's 16. He's in Scarborough.

Tony's 15, Joanna's 14.

Is she on the pill?

At 14 years of age?

Her mother. Giggs' wife.

Emma. She's called Emma.

Is Emma on the pill?

What's going on?

We found these in Giggs' wallet.

So? Is that what they used?

Yeah! For 15 years?

Well, not the same packet.

You're lying.

Can I go now, please? No.

It could've been you.

It was only Giggsy cos Giggsy made the call.

He knocks on the door, she asks him in.

A little chat, a lot of thigh, she asks him to come back at night.

Giggsy can't believe his luck.

He's buying a packet of three

while the other bastard's flexing his muscles.

From what you know of Giggs, is that a realistic scenario, DS Penhaligon?

I know why you won't answer.

You don't want Emma to find out he was playing around.

Well, that's fine. She won't.

Is that a promise? Yeah.

It's a realistic scenario, yeah.

Emma and Giggsy didn't need condoms. He had a vasectomy years ago.

He must've been worried about getting a dose from the bitch.

If you don't report, they'll come round here and arrest you.

If you don't report, the magistrate'll change his mind.

You won't get probation, you'll get sent down. Is that what you want?

C-c-c-c-c-...

I can't come with you.

Gentlemen.

I've got a carbonised willy.

Young man. Eight pints of lager.

Stands on the edge of the platform, pees onto the track.

It hits the live rail.

The current passes up through the arc of urine, kills him stone dead.

Voila!

Now, with your victim...

At first sight it seems a typical, sustained frenzied attack.

The first blows landed on the victim's arms, hence the bruises.

The victim dropped his... Giggs.

Sorry?

He's not the 'victim'. He's Giggs.

A policeman called Giggs, right?

I don't wanna make a fuss about it, but this is no civilian.

He's a police officer called Giggs. Have you got that?

Point made. He's not the victim.

I'll have less of the 'victim'.

He's a policeman. Point made, Jimmy!

Very well. But not so frenzied.

Several blows in succession landed on the same spot in the skull.

No doubt about it. The intention was to kill.

Everybody ready?

What do you think you're doing?! Hey!

What d'you think...?!

We understand you were with DS Giggs on the night he died!

(CONFUSED SCREAMING) Behave yourself, will ya?!

He hasn't done anything! Leave him!

Can you give us some trousers for him? Oh, get stuffed!

Do anything like that again, you're out on your ear!

We're getting pissed off hanging around!

We'll crack it as a team!

Getting a bit pissed off with the scientific approach!

Every member knowing what every other member is doing!

No mavericks! We find everyone who saw Giggsy...

Pull them in here! We've got a bloody maverick!

Keep them here until we find out who it was!

Everybody else is a member of a team, right?!

Will you get out, Fitz? Give us a couple of minutes. Thank you.

Dawn raids, right?

Dawn raids on everyone Giggsy saw! He's made a complaint!

We've got to waste precious time dealing with a complaint!

Giggsy'd be cursing you, Jimmy. He'd be cursing you.

K-k-k-k-k-....

Kerrigan. Kerrigan.

Sprained?

Your wanking hand, too.

How's Tina?

F-f-f-f-f... Fine.

F-f-fine.

He... He... What's wrong ?

He knows. Who?

Fitz. That bastard from the TV.

How? He just knows.

Tape's back from Forensic.

Giggsy's stuff? Yeah.

We invite them all into the office. We even offer to send a car.

We only go to them if they won't come to us.

If they want a lawyer, they get one.

We owe it to Giggsy to do it right. We all feel that.

I know how you feel.

We owe it him to make it watertight.

These are the names of the people.

VIDEO: 'We're going to kill a policeman.' Boss.

'People think that's worse than killing an ordinary person.'

'Why? Self-defence.'

'If we don't kill him we'll be put away for life.'

'So, it's self-defence.'

'A life sentence is worse for us than for ordinary people.'

'We love each other more than any two people ever loved each other.'

'If we're separated, we'll die.'

Sean Kerrigan. 'So it's self-defence.'

'Self

defence.'

(BARKS)

Right, this is it.

You said James Dean.

I wasn't far wrong, was I?

I don't want anybody in here unless it's essential.

Get Forensic down. Everybody out!

We'll wait for them to come home. I don't think they'll come home.

That's what I like about you, Fitz. Your optimism (!)

It's your most endearing quality.

So we've got ID on Kerrigan.

A photo as well. Nothing on the girl.

We had Kerrigan. Beck let him go.

'You had him in custody!'

For taking and driving away, sir. That's all.

Fitz recommended a psychiatric.

I don't recall that. Did he put it in writing?!

You were there. I don't recall, sir.

Fitz spoke of prevention. DS Beck said bollocks to prevention.

I don't recall, sir.

Hell hath no fury.

If that conversation did take place

Dr Fitzgerald would have every right to say "I told you so."

He's obviously dying to say it, so let's just assume...

That's enough! Let's hear him say it!

We've lost a friend,

but to hell with that cos he wants to say "I told you so"!

Finished? I can recall no such conversation, sir.

Will that be all, sir?

No. Get out!

If what Fitz says is right, you must be feeling terrible.

There's counselling.

Will you offer Beck counselling?

Beck doesn't need it.

But I do? Not because...

You've lost a close colleague.

Counselling can help. It's standard procedure these days.

It'll go on my record.

It won't.

They'll say the job's got to her.

It hasn't. It's not the job.

I can do my job as well as anyone. I know that. As well as Beck.

It's not the job.

I've lost a friend.

I cried when I lost my father. Coppers were there.

I cried in front of them all.

Did they say the job was getting to me then?

Of course they didn't.

They said I cried because I lost my father.

It's the same now.

I've lost Giggsy.

I've lost a friend. I'm crying cos I've lost a friend.

Nothing to do with the job.

I can do my job as well as anyone in this nick.

(Shit.)

This is not the job. It's really not the job.

My wife's pregnant.

Is she?

Two months.

What d'you want?

Oh, anything.

But if it's a girl,

I'd like her to grow up to be the total opposite of you. (LAUGHS)

# Oh, when the saints

# Go marching in

# Oh, when the saints... #

Don't gamble it. Collect! You'll end up losing the lot.

Take the bloody money.

Throw the dice. Down you go again! I know this machine.

You should've taken the money when you had the chance.

Right. You play it! I never touch 'em.

# Are paved with gold

# Up where the trees Are paved with gold

# Oh, yes, I want to be in that number... #

You were on the telly, weren't you? Yeah.

Oh, I'm Michelle.

Can I buy you a drink? Sure.

A bottle of dry cider.

Double Scotch and dry.

So, why criminal psychology?

Violence interests me.

You from round here? Yeah. Leafy suburbia?

Yeah. Hale.

Ooh, Hale! They pick their nose with a hanky in Hale, don't they? Yeah.

Why university here? Why didn't you go away?

I didn't want to. Can't stand your parents.

I didn't say that. You didn't have to.

No. Well, my boyfriend lives here.

Yeah? What does he do?

He's on the dole. Mummy and Daddy wouldn't like that.

So how did you draw up that profile?

How long have you known him?

18 months. And what makes you so sure you're right?

Well, I'm not really.

Who killed JFK? Lee Harvey Oswald.

John Lennon? Mark Chapman.

See the point I'm trying to make? Er, no.

It takes years to bring up a child.

That child's got talent,

goes off to Hamburg, works all the hours God sends honing his talent.

Comes home, writes some beautiful songs, becomes world famous.

Then one day some headcase blows him away. And what happens?

HE becomes famous.

Then some people, perhaps a bit wet behind the ears like yourself,

queue up to buy the book.

Two headcases killing for fun.

They sooner they're locked up and forgotten the better.

That's my thesis. That's my profile.

Of that I'm certain.

The rest is just guesswork.

My boyfriend, he's in London right now.

Ah-ha. He's got the chance of a job.

So you're on your own?

Yeah. I don't mind that though.

I've got plenty of work to do.

On your thesis? Yeah.

I hope you don't mind me asking, but -

would you read it?

Yeah.

I mean, tonight?

Could be a bit awkward.

It's only 6,000 words. I've got a car outside. I could drive us there.

I'm tempted. I'd be very grateful.

I'll make a phone call. Right.

Fitz.

There you go. Thanks.

Do you like Peter Falk?

Columbo. Yeah.

He did his best work for John Cassavetes. Did you see Husbands?

No.

Badlands?

He wasn't in Badlands.

Wasn't he? Are you sure? I'm positive.

(AS COLUMBO) Well, you see, I'm kinda confused here.

Because, uh, you're in college, doing your third-year thesis. Am I right?

That was good. Yeah. Right.

And, um, you told me you'd known Sean for 18 months.

Who's Sean?

Your boyfriend.

I didn't say his name was Sean. Did you not?

You did say you didn't wanna go away to college

cos you didn't wanna leave your boyfriend.

I'm confused here now. Because you hadn't even met then.

And other things, Tina.

Michelle.

You bought me a double Scotch without so much as a cough,

on a student's grant? You're not a student.

You don't look like a student. You've got 'failure' oozing out of every pore.

Resentment. You certainly don't dress like a student

This is Detective Sergeant Jane Penhaligon.

Tina Brien, I am arresting you

for the murders of Kevin Cormack

and DS George Giggs.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything you do say will be taken down. Do you understand?

This is the money you took off Giggs. 90 quid of its mine. OK?

Will you come with me, please, Tina?

(SCREECH OF TYRES)

Here she comes.

Bitch.

Murdering cow. Murdering bitch.

Anticipation's 9/10ths of the pleasure,

so I'm gonna look after you.

Nobody's gonna touch you. I'm gonna do everything by the book.

I'm anticipating sitting in on the last day of your trial

with Giggsy's wife,

listening to the judge give you life

with a recommendation for 30 years.

I'm anticipating that with a certain amount of relish,

you murdering bitch.

(CAR HORN)

Oi! That's my bloody car here!

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