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What now?

We'll get all the evidence we can, and assess it.

In other words, you haven't a clue.

I didn't say that, sir.

This is a university. It's intimidating.

But he attended a lecture,

walked right through the place, killed a white academic.

Do you still think he's just a yob? No, sir.

So your line of enquiry's been totally wrong.

It looks that way, sir.

Get Fitz. I'll see him in the nick.

I'm sorry, sir. I can't do that.

Get Fitz! No.

It's an order!

I don't care.

What's going on?

I'm disobeying you.

Tell me everything.

It's a private matter.

It's not private, not any more. It won't go any further.

Did he try something on?

I didn't go on holiday with Peter. I didn't go on holiday with anyone.

You said

I know. 'Me and Peter did this, me and Peter did that.'

I spent the entire holiday on my own.

Apart from two nights with a Greek waiter - I liked his kebabs.

Fitz was supposed to meet me at the airport. He didn't.

There's a guy asking for you. OK.

Off you pop! Don't blab to any journalists.

Is that it?

Yeah.

You feel humiliated? Yes.

Would it be embarrassing to ask for his help? Yeah.

What's embarrassment compared to the grief of two families?

That's not fair. It is fair.

It isn't. It is not fair!

If you feel so strongly about it, sir, why don't you ask?

If I ask, he'll refuse.

Please.

Sir, I made a mistake, I've had my bollocking,

and it won't happen again, I promise you.

So can I ask you to forget about the whole thing, please, sir?

OK.

Thank you.

This bloke who wants to see me - do I know him?

He says you do. Fitzgerald.

I think I owe you an explanation.

Think again.

An apology.

You owe me nothing.

My life's a mess

I had a wonderful time, Fitz.

I met a waiter with a nice little bum

and a fetish for yogurt.

You've nothing whatsoever to apologise for.

He took one of these.

He wouldn't have been able to resist it.

He'll have it pinned up on his wall.

Jane'll take you to the university.

The criminology department's cordoned off so you can look round.

Busy?

Very. Anything you need?

Yeah. There's a guy called Cassidy,

serving life for a crime he didn't commit...

I won't get into it. Anything else?

That's right. Keep busy!

Stops you thinking.

Stops your conscience pricking.

My conscience is fine. I've got a pain in the arse, but that's all.

I did my job, Fitz. Is there anything else you need?

You did your job? I smell gas ovens, six million burning corpses!

Is there anything else you need?

A promise. We seek truth and justice.

Good old-fashioned British justice,

where a man is innocent until proven Irish.

Justice. Not "a result".

My job is to gather evidence and hand it over.

That's what I'm going to do.

Sleep at nights?

Like a log.

Just you, your wife and baby? Leave my family out of it.

Sewers overflowing, filth bubbling - You've gone too far!

You've got sandbags out. All's well with the world.

Clean and dry inside, is it?

Give us a minute please, Jane.

What did he do?

Sorry?

With the yogurt.

Are you prepared to help? Yes.

Right. My turn in the pulpit now.

Leave her alone. Jane Penhaligon.

It's nothing to do with you!

You brought my wife and child into it, so shut up!

You hurt her again, Fitz -

yeah, she's told me everything, but it won't go any further -

you hurt that woman again and I'll put you in traction.

I can take a hint.

I'll start at the shop.

Why?

Well, that's where he started, isn't it?

RINGS

Clare Moody.

MAN: 'Do you still work for The Sun?'

Who's speaking?

'Can't tell you that.'

I work for them now and again, yeah. Freelance.

'Could you sell them a story?'

It depends.

'A Labour MP. He's into little boys.'

Can you prove it?

'I've got pictures.'

Can we meet?

Half-four, this afternoon.

Mill Road Car Park. Stay in your car.

How will I know you?

I'll know you.

We've been attacked many times by skinheads. You never help!

Once our people attack them, you swamp the area with police.

For your own protection. I don't believe you!

(URDU)

(URDU)

Your mother wants you to help us. You speak Urdu?

No.

You? No.

She wants me to throw you out.

You're lying.

I'd like you to go. I understand why.

I'd like you to go, please!

I understand your anger and grief.

I'd like you to go, please!

Shall I tell you a secret?

I'd prefer you to leave.

I'm a racist.

Pause for effect (?)

What about you, Panhandle? Are you a racist?

No. You're lying.

I'm not. I despise all things Scottish, of course,

but there's a reason for that.

Your history's white, your culture's white,

your language is white, your job is white.

You're impervious to that?

Those influences have no effect on you?

Yes.

You're lying.

All white people are inherently racist? Yes?

Yes. Am I supposed to be impressed?

You're supposed to say,

'I'll help you catch the man who killed my father.'

We'll catch him!

We'll get justice for my father!

Had many white boyfriends, Razia?

(URDU)

(URDU)

I suppose they'd all be white at first. Wouldn't they?

Adolescent rebellion.

This is harassment. I'm calling one of our people, a lawyer.

She'll be over in five minutes.

We're going.

Young Socialists. Right on.

The sad thing is, you'd want to talk about... what?

Ryan Giggs, Kevin Costner.

But they'd want you to talk about the Black Experience,

so you could share it with them, because that's cool and trendy.

But you get bored with that.

You find yourself thinking,

'He's only with me because I'm black, the racist bastard.

He's only with me for street cred.

Pakistani boys in the future.'

You're nowhere near as good as you think you are.

Does this number mean anything to you?

No.

Do you sell much of this stuff?

Yeah.

It's for killing cockroaches.

What would it cost? The Guardian, a large box of those tea bags?

£2.04.

It's on the till roll. And whoever bought them hasn't come forward.

Did the till balance?

Eventually, yeah. There was 4p on the floor.

Where?

Down there.

What sort of man was he, your father?

Was he an exact man?

You mean, please keep to the point.

You haven't time or the patience

to hear nice stuff about him,

just the things that are relevant to his death.

I did mean that, yes. I'm sorry.

Would you like to talk about him?

He was very exact.

The till was always spot on.

White people are thieves.

They say they gave you a tenner when they only give you a fiver.

You've got to know

exactly what should be in the till.

How much is this these days?

Somebody buys a copy of The Guardian and a packet of tea bags,

and walks out without them.

Why?

A trauma? An argument? Bollocks!

We're looking for a skinhead.

Whoever bought the Guardian hasn't come forward. Why?

The row was witnessed. He was an ordinary bloke.

Ordinary clothes, ordinary haircut.

It's nothing to do with the killing.

It's a load of bollocks!

The shopkeeper didn't pick up the four pence. Why?

Because he was dead.

He probably had a bad back!

Fitz. We've a description of the killer. He was a bloody skinhead!

There's a row.

He goes home, broods a bit, shaves his head,

comes back, throws the four pence at him, and stabs him.

Bollocks!

You need a thesaurus.

He could live local, but I think he was on his way to or from work.

If he was on his way to work,

it's a small company, no canteen, which is why he needed tea bags.

If he's on his way from work,

we're talking shifts, we're looking for a larger company.

And if he was on his way from work, he lives alone -

our old friends the tea bags again.

If he does live alone, he's separated from his family. Why?

A single guy without responsibilities doesn't work nights.

Right?

It's guesswork, Fitz.

I'm not prepared to spend time and money on guesswork.

You're throwing me out?

If I need you, I'll send for you.

If you think of anything, give us a ring. In the meantime, goodbye.

He went home, shaved his head, came back and killed him!

50 quid says I'm right!

I'll give you odds, you windy bastard! Two to one!

A ton to fifty says I'm right!

What's a large Scotch?

It's a well-known alcoholic drink.

Don't give up your day job.

£1.20.

That's quite reasonable.

It's happy hour.

Clare Moody?

Yeah. Show me the pictures.

Open the door.

The pictures first!

Not here.

Look, for all I know, you could be some kind of axe murderer!

Show me the pictures.

Forget it.

OK.

Where to?

Don't scream, right?

Don't even think about screaming.

I won't.

You scream and that's it. You're brown bread. I won't.

You scream, you're dead. I won't scream. Got it? Understand?

Yes.

What do you want?

I'm gonna kill you.

He's on the floor again.

What will the headlines say?

I don't know.

You're a reporter.

It won't make headlines. I'm not important!

It will make the headlines in The Sun. You work for the bloody thing.

I'm freelance. You said you work for them.

I work for every paper!

What'll it say? Front page of The Sun?

Moody Murdered.

That's arrogant.

Moody. It implies they all know who you are, and they don't.

Sun Girl Murdered.

Butchered. Slaughtered! Sun Girl Slaughtered!

That's got a nice ring to it. Yes.

Start the car.

I can give you money.

Start the car.

I can go to cash machines and get you £1,000.

I don't want your bloody money. Start the car.

You want me?

What?! I'll get in the back.

I'll do anything you want.

What do you think I am, you dirty, filthy bitch?!

Anything at all! START THE CAR!

There's nothing wrong with you, Fitz.

Philosophical question: if you can't see a cockroach, does it exist?

Go upstairs.

If my mother put this stuff down at night,

in the morning all the cockroaches would be there,

lying on their backs, their wee legs jabbering away.

I'd beg her not to put it down -

"Please Mum, let them live, let them multiply,

just so long as I don't see them."

Scunthorpe is not the answer.

This is from Rossini's opera, 'The Barber Of Seville'.

Does it surprise you that I know?

Yes.

Because I'm a white, working-class male.

I'm a football supporter, therefore I'm an animal. Right?

Therefore I piss on the dead at Hillsborough.

Were you there? Yeah.

We only printed what we were told.

You believed it.

We believed the police!

The police killed 96 people.

I can understand them telling a pack of lies. But you believed it.

You believed people could piss on the dead. Why?

We believed the police!

I'll tell you why.

We were animals to you.

You expected us to act like animals.

Now you're getting what you expect.

You, the bizzies, that patronising bloody professor,

that Paki in that shop.

You expect me to look like this, to act like this. Well, OK, fine.

I got rid of my hair,

I got rid of every bloody scruple I ever had.

Killed that Paki, killed that professor, that patronising toerag.

Now it's your turn.

This is it.

This is what you expect.

This is what you deserve, because it's what you expect.

This is what the country expects!

Will you help me, please?

You OK?

You all right?

Will you help me?

You bastard.

You bastard!

You bastard!

You bastard! YOU BASTARD!

What are you doing?!

We're going for a walk. Right now. You and me.

I don't have to hide my booze, Judith!

I've seen it.

It must be Mark's, or one of his pals'!

He's just had a birthday party.

I don't believe you.

I do not have to hide my booze. I am not an adolescent!

All the evidence points to the contrary.

I think we've sussed it.

It's sherry, Judith. I wouldn't drink sherry if you paid me!

You drink like a fish, smoke like a chimney.

If you carry on like that, you'll die.

Don't flush it!

We cracked the U-bend.

They made me wait for an hour, brought me in,

took everything I had to give them, and threw me out again!

I'm 45. I've finally discovered what I want to do in life.

Can we slow down, please? No!

I want to work with the police. When I do, everything's fine.

When I'm not doing that, I get bored, depressed. Things go wrong.

Thank you.

What?

Do you know what you just said?

I bore you. I depress you. Police work makes the difference, not me.

I make no bloody difference whatso-bloody-ever!

No, I didn't mean that! You did!

It hurts, Fitz.

It hurts to know that my being there

makes no bloody difference what-so-bloody-ever!

DOORBELL

Jimmy's got something to say.

'Bollocks?'

Looks like you were right.

Pardon?

You were right.

I'll just get my cigarettes.

They pay! Money!

I'm not leaving, Fitz. It's unfair on Katie. It disrupts everything.

I don't follow you.

I want you to leave.

I'm just about to leave.

For good.

DOOR SLAMS

50 grand? I escape from a serial killer

and you offer me a lousy 50 grand for the exclusive?

He's not a serial killer.

What?

He's got to kill five times

before he's classed as a serial killer.

Why don't you make us all a cup of tea?

Charlie. I've got to get back to the Mirror.

It's not an auction. I just promised the Mirror I'd get back to them.

Yeah.

OK, I'll keep you on.

So, do I get it? I'll see if it's possible.

No! Do I get a bodyguard? Yes or no? I'm a specific target!

If you want my help, you fix up a bodyguard.

Derek. Sorry to keep you waiting. The Sun have offered £60,000.

Well?

Get Harriman.

It's not an auction, Derek.

You asked to be kept informed, and I'm keeping you informed.

Bobby, you're wanted.

Overtime.

They've offered me 65, Charlie.

All you've got to do is put the phone down, and that's it.

What was that number again?

9615489.

Charlie, will you listen?

Charlie, can I get a word in?

When was Hillsborough?

15th of April, 19...?

89.

9615489.

96 people died as a result of what happened on 15th April, '89.

Why you? Because you work for The Sun, yes?

Do I get protection?

Yes.

Not exactly Kevin Costner, is he?

Because I worked for The Sun. Yes.

We're looking for a Liverpool supporter

who's recently shaved his head.

He lives alone, but has a wife and child, possibly children.

He's going to kill 96 people in revenge for Hillsborough.

And if there's any justice on this earth, most of them will be coppers.

Right?

Right.

Sorry to bother you sir.

I wonder, could you look at these two pictures -

DS Penhaligon from Anson Road Police Station.

Could you tell me if these pictures remind you of - ?

Who is it?

Why didn't you answer it, bone-idle bitch? I was busy.

I were on the lav! You're always on the lav!

We're specially interested in anyone with a severe haircut.

Spends every bloody minute on the lav!

Shut your stupid face, you cow.

..pickin' horses!

I'm talking to somebody!

If they went as well as his bowels, he'd be a bloody millionaire.

If you could just take a look?

Severe? You mean, shaved, like?

Yeah.

There's a bloke across the road.

Which house?

Number 37. There's a copper there now.

Is he in?

Could this be him?

That could be anybody.

Mind you, that gives you flexibility for stitching people up.

You've got cobwebs on your coving.

Come on.

Want a piggyback?

That's it.

Too heavy.

Look what I did.

Oh, it's lovely, pet. Go in.

She never recognised me.

I'm not surprised!

What have you done?

Don't you like it?

I hate it!

A fella was mouthing off at work about United.

I said if they beat Leeds I'd shave my head.

You enjoy it! Admit it!

I do not enjoy it!

Other people's suffering and grief.

You enjoy the emotional intensity.

I enjoy my job, not other people's suffering.

OK, I've got a magic spell that will abolish all death, all suffering.

Do you want it? Yes.

No more famine, rape, murder. You would be bored stiff.

Can you live with that?

You couldn't. They're an intellectual challenge to you.

No San Francisco earthquake, no planes falling from the sky.

Just Sainsbury's on Saturday, polish the car on a Sunday...

John Major the rest of the week.

You need crime, Fitz. You need to solve it.

And you've got the bloody cheek to question my motives!

We had this argument 20 years ago,

when you and your friends were having orgasms over Vietnam.

That was different. No! Motive is the important thing.

Motive! Motive! What drives people to do the things they do!

What are they getting out of it?

Bullshit! You know your trouble, Fitz?

You've never really gone without anything.

A smoke and a drink, yes, but anything of substance?

Food. Shelter. No, you've never gone without.

How dare you talk to me like this?

If you were starving in the Third World, or at the end of the road,

and I offered you food, you'd take it.

You wouldn't give a damn about my motives.

You'd take it and eat it and stay alive.

All this agonising over motive, Fitz.

It's bourgeois Western luxury!

Come to bed with me.

Of course I feel good when I help people.

Of course I get a kick out of it.

But that does not take away from the fact

that I have helped somebody.

Come to bed with me.

Only if you carry me up.

You look tired.

I haven't been sleeping.

I thought I'd sleep for a week when it was all over,

when he was buried and that, but...

You don't have to work nights any more.

You can go back to the quarry.

I was proud of the way you looked after him. He was my father.

Yeah, but other sons - You hated him, so forget it!

I didn't hate him! Forget it!

Right.

I'm sorry. Right!

Look, here's your money.

The bare amount. Flat week.

It's all right.

What?

Your head.

It makes me look how I feel.

(HUMMING)

Bye.

Bye.

Albert Kinsella?

Yeah.

DS Beck. You got a minute?

Yeah.

Can we go inside?

I'd sooner talk here.

I'd sooner talk inside, please, Mr Kinsella.

Bit of a mess, that's all.

I'm used to it. Bit of a slob myself.

What's this about?

You married?

No.

Divorced?

No.

You live alone?

Yeah.

What's this about?

Nothing wrong with it. What?

You said the place was a mess. Looks OK to me.

D'you mind?

No. Look, what's this about?

We're interviewing men who've recently had their heads shaved.

Sorry. Should have asked.

It's all right.

I haven't had my head shaven.

You're in for a bit of a shock when you look in the mirror.

It fell out.

I've got cancer.

I'm on chemotherapy.

I'm an outpatient at Stonefield.

You're not working? I'm on invalidity.

I'm sorry.

I'll put this out.

It's OK. No, I want to.

Here.

Kittens.

Yeah. I should've got rid of them, but I didn't have the heart.

Thanks all the same. Sorry to bother you.

It's OK.

Where are you from?

St Helen's.

Liverpool supporter?

Everton.

Beats chemotherapy, I suppose. Just.

See ya.

See ya.

Right, you, upstairs, on that bed, stark naked, right now!

It's nothing to do with you. It has plenty.

It hasn't! Keep it down!

No, I won't. She's my mother.

Because of you she won't come home. What you do affects me and Katie.

You feel strongly about it?

I do, yeah.

No, you'd have gone with her if you did.

You put your mates before her. And your local boozer.

What? You really believe that?

I know that.

Eight items!

I didn't go with her because I want her to come home.

If I stay, she's got to keep in touch.

That's why I didn't go.

I don't believe you. You think the worst of everyone.

Er, eight items.

I've got eight items!

No, you haven't!

Three bottles of whisky constitutes one item.

Three items.

One item.

Two loaves of bread constitutes one item.

Two dozen eggs constitutes one item.

Two and two.

Six frozen lasagnes constitutes one item.

Four Cornish pasties constitutes one item.

Call the supervisor.

Three steak and kidney bastard pies

also constitutes one bloody item!

BELL

For God's sake.

Kinsella. Albert.

Two L's?

Yeah. 37, Oundle Street.

He's on the other list.

He's in the clear.

Works nights. He's on the right bus route.

He's been off sick for months. Cancer.

Did you check? Yes.

With the employer?

He showed me letters from the hospital.

Don't teach your grandmother how to suck eggs!

He's got a cat and kittens, for God's sake!

He wouldn't harm a fly!

Do I know you?

We're gonna get some chocolate, we're gonna get some...

That man!

Wait in the car.

Are you sure?

Thank you.

He hasn't missed work in two years.

(GROANING)

You're a DCI?

I'm gonna kill a lot of bizzies.

But I thought I'd start at the top.

Please help me.

I'd like to, but I'm a bit pushed, you know how it is.

I've got a wife and child.

I had a wife and child once.

Bilborough to Control.

'Control receiving. Over.'

I've been stabbed.

'State your position.'

I don't know. I chased a man. I'm in his house.

Can you see a phone? Over.

'No. I'm going to the front.'

I'm losing a lot of blood. Moving makes it worse.

Letters. Something with an address.

Any letters around? Envelopes?

Nothing! Every time I move, it opens up the wound.

Stay still.

Stay still. Press on the wound!

How bad is it?

I'm dying.

'I'm in the hall.'

Where did you chase him from?

Supermarket. Bridge Road. We ran for half a mile.

All units proceed to within half a mile of Bridge Road.

DCI Bilborough badly wounded. Exact Location unknown.

'I'm at the door.'

Don't try and move any more!

He's bald, brown eyes, combat jacket. Get the bastard.

Help me.

'Is there a street sign, landmark, anything like that?'

Nothing. There's nobody in the street.

'There's not a bloody soul.'

Did he have a cat and kittens?

Did he have a cat and kittens?

'Yeah.'

Oundle Street.

All units to Oundle Street. Ambulance on its way.

This is evidence.

This is a dying man's statement.

I know what a defence lawyer will try to do.

I'm of sound mind. I'm frightened, yeah. I don't wanna die.

I'm frightened, but I'm thinking straight.

He had a photocopy of Nolan...

'Knock on a door!'

..pinned to the wall.

He fully intended to kill me.

He stabbed me.

I can't get up the steps!

He stabbed me in cold blood.

Are you listening, Jimmy?

'I want you to get this bastard, Jimmy. OK?'

'For me and Catriona, get the bastard.'

Catriona. Oh, God, Catriona.

What are we gonna tell her?

Boss?

Sir...

Please... don't tell anyone.

Please.

Please.

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