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I'm sorry, Fitz, I'm... going to have to let you go.

Sorry?

..they always said, "Sorry, we're going to have to let you go."

As if the servant was straining at the leash.

Poor old Hannah Gordon was hanging on for dear life

but she had to let them go.

Yeah, my mother liked that one.

You're sacking me. Why don't you just say it?

How sorry? This sorry?

That sorry?

Lose-some-sleep sorry? Top-yourself sorry? Give-me-your-salary sorry?

You can pay me for doing nothing. I'm not proud.

Why me?

Are you married?

Yes.

Mortgaged and in debt up to my eyes.

I owe more than the Third World!

Barclays is fraught - if I go, they go!

I can't just go home and say I've been sacked! No, sir!

No. I'm going to splatter my brains over your nice, clean office wall!

I'm going to take you with me.

You first. Then me!

But then you'd miss it.

You wouldn't see what happens to a man when you sack him!

Well, I'll show you! This is what happens!

BANG

Comments?

He didn't handle it very well, really, did he, hm?

Interview commences 09:00.

DCI Bilborough, DS Penhaligon, WPC Hartley, PC Johnson...

and the suspect, Tina Brien, who has been cautioned.

We've got Sean.

Connery?

The person in the car park?

Yeah.

Well done.

You're not helping yourself, Tina.

We're videoing this interview.

Your attitude won't impress them.

He says you did it.

We know you spoke to DS Giggs. He died in your flat.

We can prove you owed money to Cormack.

They'll crucify you, Tina.

Sean, they'll understand.

A male - violence comes natural.

But a woman?

They'll crucify you because you're a woman. And that's not fair, is it?

I don't want to see that happen.

It was all Sean's doing, wasn't it?

Sean... who?

What age are you, Tina?

Twenty.

Do I seem old to you?

When I was 20, anyone 40 was ancient

Anyone 50 was decrepit.

Anyone 60 deserved to be gassed!

Yeah?

If you're good and keep your gob shut

and let the jail dykes do what they want to you and you never complain,

you'll be eight years older than I am now when you get out.

You'll be dead!

She's terrified.

Get rid of her.

Panhandle?

Don't you like her?

Get rid of her! Why don't you like her?

Can I have one?

Is she a John Lennon to your Mark Chapman?

A bit of talent and achievement that you'd like to blow away?

Next year, she'll be an inspector.

For a woman in the Police Force, that is achievement.

That's hard work, dedication, stamina,...

and ten years of sleeping with the right people! She's staying.

Where's Sean?

Under arrest. You know he's not. Come on...

Do you think he'd kill again?

Hypothetically speaking, of course.

Hypothetically speaking?

I don't even know this guy and I'm speaking hypothetically.

Mmm,... yeah. I think he'd kill again.

But you won't be there this time.

Why let people die when you can't enjoy it?

Tell me where Sean is.

What bit moved you in "Bonnie and Clyde"?

When they look at each other.

After all they'd been through, they look at each other,

then die in a hail of bullets.

God,... I cried!

I did, really. I cried!

Did you cry?

Yeah.

I cried.

The bit where they look at each other before they die.

And the birds take off.

God, I wept buckets!

I wept buckets!

I thought it was one of the worst movie moments ever.

I wept for the victims and for their families!

I've seen what murder does in a family -

the grief, numbness, bitterness.

They imagine the final moments.

I've seen that kind of grief - it's always caused by vacuous, selfish,

sentimental pieces of shit like you!

Don't you bloody dare!

You know nothing about me!

Tell me what makes you tick.

I'm sure it'll take all of 15 seconds!

Do I think he's going to kill again?

I know he's going to kill again.

'I know who he's going to kill.'

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Fitz here.

Hello? Hello?

This is Fitz.

(GROANS) Oh, my God!

He's all right.

What is it? Appendix.

Don't...

Can we see him?

Last time I saw him, he was holding his side. I knew he was ill.

There's a cafe down there. I could do with a smoke.

I'll wait here.

If you want a cigarette, go and have a cigarette. I'm waiting here.

This corridor is 17 shoes...

..by 18.

So, if I wanted to cover the whole floor, it would take 603 pairs.

If I wanted to stack them from floor to ceiling -

and why wouldn't I? - it'd take 2,428.

Come home.

Don't you dare!

What?

I want just one, tiny concession - you do not gamble.

I'll try.

All right, I'll tell you lies.

I promise I'll never gamble again, dear.

Do you want me to go down on my knees?

I want you to mean it.

I'm kneeling. Want some cliches?

"Life has no meaning without you."

"I love you more than life itself."

(SIGHS)

(AMERICAN ACCENT) "We'll head them off at the pass."

"The only good Injun's a dead Injun."

"It's quiet."

"Too quiet."

(SOUND OF A FLYING ARROW)

How are you?

Better than an hour ago.

And your appendix?

They took it out.

Found a bibliography!

Don't make me laugh.

Last time I saw you, you had pains in your side.

They came and went.

Thought nothing of it.

Mum,... do you think they'll give it to me?

You could ask them, I suppose.

I want 20 Benson and Hedges.

I want 20 Benson and Hedges!

Just wait a minute.

Look, leave it out, mate.

Hey! Leave it! I'll call the police.

Leave it! Look, just ask and you'll receive.

Ruptured spleen, split skull, every rib broken.

Sheffield Police know Tina. They're faxing some stuff.

The boss wants you to see her again when it arrives.

Aim?

No! To find him before he kills again!

Method?

Is there anything else I can do, sir?

This girl, Tina?

What do you aim to get out of her?

How far did your wife go on her second date (?)

You'd better be good.

If Fitz can break the bond between them, sir,...

she might tell us where Sean is.

I'll speak to the media.

I could handle that, sir.

'Christine Brien. More juvenile convictions than the Artful Dodger.'

Three convictions for soliciting.

Panhandle hates prostitutes.

I'm not surprised. Who'd pay for that?

20 quid a time, though, eh?

What's £20 when you can have a man by the balls for ever?

Half his money, his house, his life!

She despises you for selling it cheap. Affirmative?

Affirmative.

Does Sean know?

First chance I get, I'm telling him.

Is this some kind of double act?

I wrote these.

Be wrong to jail you for life. I'd like to write a book about you.

'We all want to be immortal. No shame in that.'

What sort of book?

A book about you.

About how you grew up.

How you met Sean.

How it felt to kill.

Tell me about Mummy and Daddy.

Brook Road, Hale. Very middle-class. Where did they go wrong?

Did they ignore you?

No. They talked. They never bloody stopped talking to me.

And you didn't like that?

No.

Do you like yourself, Tina?

How many times is it you've tried to kill yourself now?

£20 a time - that's all your body's worth. Hm?

You despise it.

Your body. Your soul.

You despise. You despise all those evil, twisted thoughts in your head.

And you despise Sean, don't you?

Hm?

What kind of man could love anybody so evil and twisted and worthless as you?

Why did you buy the camcorder?

Did you film yourselves making love?

You kill Giggs, you're hot, you're lustful, you do it right there and then.

Not terribly romantic, really.

More a run-of-the-mill sex murder, I'd say.

Did you shut that out of your mind?

Did you and Sean discuss it?

Did it bother you?!

Do you get off on this kind of crap?

It did bother you.

Just something more to despise about yourself.

Let me put your mind at ease.

It's nature.

Whenever we witness death at close quarters, nature says to us:

Death is all around, rampant - make more babies.

Does that make you feel better?

I understand these things. I know how you feel. I can help you.

Nobody's born like this. Events have shaped you.

No-one has the right to judge you.

They've not been through the things you've been through.

I can help you. I can make you like yourself.

Wouldn't that be nice, to like yourself?

But you have to trust me.

You have to prove that you trust me. Tell me where Sean is.

I was born to be a dog.

HOLDS BUTTON DOWN ON DOORBELL

What do you think you're doing?!

What's going on? What do you want?!

How long?

Will you please get out of my house?

Use the phone in the lounge.

How long?!

We... we've only just moved in.

Is it Mark?

Well, we're going to Hale now.

I really need to talk to you, Fitz. There's a room just along here.

I want to come home, Fitz.

But there's something you should know.

About Graham?

Yes.

Don't want to know.

I'll only come back if we're honest, have everything out in the open.

If I don't know what you've done, it can't hurt me.

But your conscience is willing you to confess.

Pure bloody selfishness. I'm not listening.

You're twisting everything I say.

You want honesty? I'll give you honesty. I don't want to know, OK?

Graham and I...

# Beautiful dreamer...

..we had sex.

(SINGS QUIETLY TO HIMSELF)

Graham and I had sex, Fitz.

After the restaurant?

At his place?

Emotional masochism. The more you know the more it hurts,

but you can't stop - like picking a scab.

At his place?

Not a word of criticism about me all the way back.

Left that to you, am I right?

Displacement. First, emotional masochism. Second, displacement.

The need to blame the man.

I tell my patients, "He didn't rape your wife. She wanted it. You can't blame the man."

I'm sorry.

Fitz...!

Don't be so coy. Was he better than me?

No.

Phase four: refusal to believe a thing your partner says or has said.

I wonder, has this happened before?

Phase five: the thirst for revenge -

physical revenge against the man; sexual revenge against the woman.

I've got to go to Hale.

Phase six: the need to rape, to claim her back, to brand her again as your own.

Something Neanderthal and primitive.

God, I can't bear to look at you.

Did you sleep with him? As in spend the night.

No.

I don't believe you. I can't believe you.

We had sex. I got dressed. I went home.

You're right, Fitz. He played it perfectly.

He was so bloody politically correct,

so bloody smooth, I nearly backed out of it.

But I'd made up my mind, in the restaurant.

You know what we were to you in that restaurant?

Your audience.

Well, no, Fitz,...

..I had a part to play as well.

Can I say I told you so?

If it's any consolation...

It isn't.

Excuse me...

Yes.

Are you Tina's sister?

Who are you?

What's she done now?

He stuttered. He tried to ask how long we'd been here but couldn't.

I had a girlfriend like that. By the time she says "no", it's...

You moved here when?

We've only just moved in.

Your parents are outside.

Sammy?

Is she there?

She hates you.

Mutual.

What went wrong?

I didn't ask to be born.

I was born because my sister was blind. They needed a guide dog.

They say they loved you just as much as Sammy.

Bollocks!

Can I show them in?

Third year report,...

..a teacher wrote I had no personality.

He was right.

She's...

..got all my personality.

She was blind.

She got all the fuss.

All the attention.

She only had to twitch and I was there.

Oh, I'd get a pat on the back.

I'd hear them tell their friends how devoted I was to Sammy,...

..what a good little doggy I was.

So...

..you were her eyes?

You had to describe everything to her?

And your parents expected this?

I know.

Expand your vocabulary and descriptive powers.

You were good at English. Maybe they were right.

They were wrong.

I got bored with it.

You got sick of it.

You got sick to the very soul of it.

It snows or the wind blows, you have to describe it to Sammy.

You're on a beach, in a forest, up a mountain -

anywhere or anything of beauty, you've got to describe it.

So you begin to pray for boredom.

You begin to hate beauty.

Yes.

# I just called to say I love you... #

Sit down, please.

# I just called To say how much I care

# I just called to say I love you... #

Fills the dance floor, that one.

My parents on holiday... Even a fat bastard like you

gets up for that to sing it down your wife's ear.

"To say how much I care."

Am I right?

Yeah.

Because you can't say it stone-cold sober,...

..because it's a lie.

So you just lie to each other half-pissed on the dance floor.

You sing it into her ear,...

..not looking into her eyes.

40-odd years old, 20-odd years of marriage,...

..bored stiff, not one drop of passion left,...

..so you just lie to each other, half-pissed, on the dance floor.

But I've got a man who's killed for me.

I'd like to see my parents now, please.

Woof!

Woof!

Woof!

Woof! Woof!

(MORE AGITATED) Woof! Woof!

Woof! Woof!

Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!

Chicken curry and a pilau rice, please.

TV: 'The man has a severe stutter and is dangerous.'

'If you see him, please dial...'

Hey!

Oscar Romeo Two to Control.

I know what it's like to hold somebody you thought you'd lost.

Like nothing else on earth.

I can arrange it for you.

One hour.

Somewhere private.

Just tell me where he is now.

Can he do that?

Yeah.

PHONE RINGS

Bilborough.

Say that again.

Jimmy!

Is anything more important than holding him once more

before you're separated for ever?

No.

Then tell me where he is.

You promise us an hour?

Yep. Bonnie and Clyde - just before the hail of bullets.

My sister.

He's going to kill her.

Jesus!

Mrs Brien, ever lived in Brook Road?

What's your new address?

Get a car there fast!

Alone?

We think he's at 22...

I won't lift a finger in future! Manage on your own!

You bloody walking lobotomy, sole surviving brain donor, you couldn't solve a crossword clue!

Ungrateful bastards!

PHONE RINGS

RINGS DOORBELL

Just a minute.

Sammy! Sammy, are you there?

'Pick up the phone!'

Hi.

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

Get off her, you bastard!

(SCREAMS)

Pick up this phone!

Please, don't hurt me! No!

Touch her and I'll castrate you!

'Now, pick the phone up!'

Don't hurt me. Please, don't hurt me!

Don't hurt me!

MATCHES RATTLE

Sean?

Sean!

No! No! Why are you doing this?!

Why are you doing this?!

Why?!

Why are you doing this?!

You did!

You're lying! Shut your mouth, right?!

Just shut your mouth!

All she's ever done is lie, Sean!

I promise, Sean, all she's ever done is tell a pack of lies!

Shut it!

GAS HISSES

SIREN

RINGS DOORBELL

(SCREAMING)

Keep away! He'll kill me if you don't keep away!

Quickly now, to the bottom of the road. Come on.

SIRENS

Make sure every house is empty and get an ambulance.

What's your phone number, Mrs Brien?

One more time.

625 5571. Call them up, please!

PHONE RINGS

'Sean?'

He won't talk to you. The only person he'll speak to is Tina.

'We're soaked in petrol.'

And he's got matches. Help me!

Jimmy...

get the Chief Super. We'll need marksmen.

Then the Major Incident Unit.

Then the council for a plan of the house.

PUNCHES NUMBER ON MOBILE PHONE

PHONE RINGS

'Sean?'

Put Sean on for me.

He won't talk to you.

He can hear you.

I'm David Bilborough. I'll come alone and no tricks.

'We'll talk about Tina. Would you like that?'

You still there, Sean?

'No tricks. I promise.'

F... F... Fitz.

HANGS UP PHONE

The marksmen are in position.

If he won't budge, just walk out and we'll go in and shoot the bastard.

But you've got to go in there.

That's not rule number one.

In here.

Down here, Fitz.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

'Sammy, it's Fitz.'

I'm going to get you out of there. I promise.

'I promise.'

'Put Sean on, will you?'

Fitz...

Ye... Yeah?

What do you want, Sean?

I wa...

I wa...

Want.

I want T...

You're hurting me!

..T... T... T... T...

Tina?

Breathe, Sean.

'Nice and slow and deep.'

You're hurting me!

It'll be some bill.

G... G... G...

He can't talk on the phone.

AMERICAN ACCENT: I'm going in. He trusts only me.

"It's too dangerous." I'm going in!

NORMAL ACCENT: Am I bollocks.

I'll go in. I'm no hero. I know heroes.

They're people too frightened to be cowards. Well, I'm not.

Police procedure, you know...

At least let me finish this.

It won't be safe to smoke in there, will it?

Slightly better than gnomes, I suppose.

Cl... Cl... Cl...

God.

All right, Sammy?

Petrol.

And gas. I've turned all the gas taps on.

I strike a match, the whole lot goes up.

Me, her, the house, everything.

I'm in. I'm in now.

They never let me in.

Her dog used to bark at me through the door.

All the time I was going with Tina, they treated me like crap.

Now I'm in, I can blow the whole place up.

What do you want, Sean?

She had nothing to do with it. Sweet FA to do with it, right!

So you let her go, right!

I can't do that, Sean.

Then take that, right, and do one.

That's my statement, right!

Tina had nothing to do with it.

I made her go along with me. I forced her into it, right!

I know.

What do you mean?

You're lying!

She told them you were here.

I d... d... d...

You don't believe me?

How touching.

All this for a slut like Tina.

You f...

Apparently, four large containers.

Fitz is in there now.

I'm the Deputy Chief Fire Officer.

I've done what you should have done.

Their central heating's gas-fired. When that comes on, it'll all go up!

She was on the game.

She screwed Giggs - the policeman you killed.

She screwed Giggs in the afternoon.

She screwed him in the afternoon!

She screwed him when you were not there!

PHONE RINGS

I was there. I'll strike this if you don't shut your lying mouth!

PHONE RINGING

It could be my stockbroker.

Fitz.

Petrol fumes, gas.

Really?

Thanks.

Sean, just let me turn the gas off.

Go on, just the gas.

See, Sean, when the central heating comes on, the house will blow up anyway.

Yeah?

Well, you'd better go, then.

Three minutes to.

A day or two ago, you know, I would have called your bluff.

But I don't want to take any chances right now.

You see, I want to live. Small matter of a wife and kid.

I won't bore you with the details.

There.

I've eaten your words.

Now I'm going to let Sammy go.

You're not!

You don't get it, do you?

Go on, light your match. The whole place will blow up anyway.

Forget about Tina. Forget about taking the blame.

Go on, light your match. Or come with us.

If you touch that door...

Right, out the door, turn left, fast as you like.

It was nearly all lies, anyway, Sean.

She wasn't on the game. She didn't screw Giggs.

But she did tell us where you were. You know why?

Because I promised her an hour with you, in private, just to say goodbye

Would you not like that, Sean? An hour with Tina?

Come on, Sammy.

APPLAUSE

One lousy hour?

You expect me...

to say all I've got to say...

in one lousy, stinking hour?!

This will say more, right?

This will say more than I could ever say...

in one lousy, stinking hour!

Don't be daft, Sean. Come on...

# Sad, sweet dreamer

# It's just one of those things You put down to experience

# Sad, sweet dreamer

# It's just one of those things You put down to experience

# I was so happy when I found you

# But how was I to know

# That you would leave me Walking down that road all alone? #

Run, you stupid bastard! Run!

Fitz, run!

Fitz! Fitz!

Fitz!

Fitz?!

You stupid bastard! You stupid, stupid bastard!

Fitz!

I think you'll find there's some activity further down. You stupid bastard!

You stupid bastard!

Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

(SOBS)

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