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SIREN

DCI Wise.

DS Beck.

You were close, yeah ?

Yeah.

I'm really sorry.

Thanks.

That man's hurt him ?

Yes.

Badly ?

Yes.

I'm sorry, Catriona.

David's dead.

There's a gang of kids in the alley. Seal it off.

Yeah.

A lad playing in the street. Find him. Take his statement.

Right.

Are you OK ?

Yeah.

And when you've done that, go and have a pint.

Thanks.

WARNING SIREN

What do you think you're doing ?

Mind your own business.

It is my business.

What're you doing ?

BABY CRYING

He touched me.

Sorry ?

That man.

He touched me.

I'm at the house now.

As well as can be expected.

She needs someone to speak to.

I suggested the doctor. She doesn't want him.

Albert Kinsella. 37 Oundle Street ?

Yeah.

He's dead.

I spoke to him yesterday.

May I ?

They're genuine.

Early thirties, yeah ?

Died 14th of March 1994,...

..aged 68.

His son... I spoke to his bloody son !

Possibly.

People like you on his tail, Lord Lucan must be worried sick (!)

'He used me.'

He knew how I'd react. And how David would react.

I was nothing.

I was just something he used to kill David.

He didn't use you.

He just used the fact you loved each other.

You have nothing to feel guilty about.

You fell out with him.

Yes.

He told me about it.

He used to come home, get straight in the shower.

He swam through filth all day.

He had to wash it off. Didn't want to tread it through the house.

He wouldn't lock up an innocent man.

He wouldn't do that and come home to us.

I know that.

I was wrong.

I'm sorry.

Police.

What do you want ?

Well, what's going on ?

What is going on ?!

Where's your husband, Mrs Kinsella ?

I haven't got a husband.

Your ex-husband.

Well, you won't find him in there !

Move away, please, Mrs Kinsella.

I haven't seen him for years.

You're lying.

Get out of my house.

Will you all just get out of my bloody house right now ?!

Just sit down and shut your bloody mouth !

Your husband...

Ex-husband.

Your ex-husband picks your daughter up from school every Friday.

But you told DS Beck that you haven't seen him in years.

Why did you lie ?

Your ex is a killer.

I don't believe you.

He's killed three people.

I don't believe you.

It's down this way.

Yeah, I know.

KNOCKS AT DOOR

Come in.

Sit down.

You've made your point.

Come again ?

You're in charge.

I'm reading about you.

Any dirty bits ?

You've had results.

So have Arsenal !

Your results are my results. I get the credit, you get the cash.

This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship (!)

I doubt it, lad.

TAPE: 'This is evidence - a dying man's statement. I know what a defence lawyer will try to do.'

You can't believe it, eh ?

Not Albie. Albie's got principles.

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

'But I'm thinking straight.'

Albie turned up the money every single week.

Even when you were separated, the money was always there.

Not Albie.

'He had a photocopy of Nolan pinned to the wall.'

'He fully intended to kill me.'

'He stabbed me. I can't get up the steps !'

Even if he did do it, you'd understand. You'd know why he did it

We wouldn't. We'd just look at this, and this, and this,...

..and put him down for life, hm ?

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

'For me and Catriona, get the bastard.'

Did he have a bayonet ?

'Catriona...'

'Oh, God, Catriona !'

'What are we gonna tell her ?'

Not strike you as odd ?

"I can't help but notice, you've got a bayonet sticking out of your trousers" (!)

It was his father's.

But he didn't carry it around with him. He kept it in a drawer.

Cutlery (?)

Where did you meet ?

This is DCI Bilborough's wife - Catriona.

This is their wee boy - Ryan.

This is all three of them together

This is DCI Bilborough lying dead in the street. Where did you meet ?

The Lakes.

Holiday ?

I was working in a hotel.

He was in the quarry.

Do you still love him ?

What went wrong ?

You left him in May '89 - a few weeks after Hillsborough.

Can you tell me about it ?

Please.

Is that what Hillsborough meant to you ? Not 96 deaths but the end of your marriage ?

All that death.

Even the death of people you knew.

You couldn't grieve because it was the end of your marriage. That was all it was. The end of your marriage

It made you feel selfish and sick and guilty as sin.

That Saturday he went to the match as usual.

Him and his dad.

I went out all day with friends. Me mam minded Ruth.

I got back late.

He was in bed, acting strange.

But I was half pissed.

And then the next morning, the papers...

Those photographs.

He'd been trying to ring me all Saturday afternoon and evening.

He thought I'd be out of my mind.

I told him I didn't know. I was out with the girls.

He said, "All kinds of people dead and you're out with the girls !" I said I didn't even know.

He was depressed.

"Depressed" is not the word for it.

There's no bloody word for it.

And then 'The Sun'.

That front page.

He wanted to kill everyone who worked on it, blow the place up, set fire to it.

And the radio...

People phoning in. All that anger, all that grief.

And then he just told me...

He just told me...

He'd screwed two women behind me back.

He told me where.

When. How.

I asked him what he...

I mean, if I didn't know about it, it didn't hurt me. So why did he tell me this ?

And he said,...

.."Why not ?"

Oh, "Why not ?"

So you didn't try to patch things up ?

I couldn't.

His dad got sick, moved in with him.

l'd call round every Saturday, religiously.

But I'd feel excluded.

They were there, at Hillsborough, I wasn't.

Every Saturday ?

They stopped going to the match ?

Albie wanted to go.

But his dad didn't. And Albie wouldn't go without him.

His dad died a couple of weeks ago ?

I was relieved.

Albie hated me for it.

But he was relieved too, I know he was.

But he was his dad and he loved him, so he couldn't admit it.

Can I pick up my child, please ?

His dad after chemotherapy.

Let's see.

He never missed a Liverpool game.

Till Hillsborough.

When's the next match ?

They're playing United tomorrow. The Boss had a ticket.

Where ?

Old Trafford.

Albie'll go. He'll take his dad.

His dad's dead.

He'll take his dad. If you want him, that's where he'll be.

There'll be 40,000 people at that game.

He'll be there.

Old Trafford'll be snewing with coppers. This guy's mad, not stupid.

96 matches. Three dead, 93 to go.

We're all going to Old Trafford. Any objections ?

Jimmy...

Yeah ?

Shut the door.

Get me the safety officer at Old Trafford.

I'm a bit pushed. I'll come back later.

Wait.

Of course it's bloody urgent ! Yes. Thank you.

What's on your mind ?

Nothing.

What's on your mind ?!

What are you gonna do with that ?

Why ?

That stuff meant a lot to him.

Can you take it round to his missis?

Want a cup of tea ?

No. I only popped in to...

Are you sure ?

Yeah.

I'd better be getting back.

He had the ticket for the match.

Will you give it to someone ?

Yeah.

Anyway...

People say nothing cos they're frightened of saying the wrong thing

But it's better to say the wrong thing than nothing at all.

He was the best copper that ever lived and I'm so sorry that he's dead.

Can you see me ? I see a possible, OK ?

Excuse me, can I have your name, please, sir ?

He'll probably have a hat on.

He could have a veil on, I'd recognise him !

CROWD CHEERING

REFEREE'S WHISTLE

Go on, you Re-eds !

Go on !

Go on, you Re-eds !

I'm sorry I hurt you.

You didn't.

I did. I know I did. He told me I did.

The Boss ?

He said if I hurt you again, he'd break both my legs.

Go away, Fitz.

No.

Please. I've got a job to do.

No.

Keep on the ball.

Come on, John. A bit of effort.

Give it ! Give it !

Just keep your mouth shut.

Close 'em down, Neil !

I've had enough of you.

Come on. Close 'em down, Neil !

REFEREE'S WHISTLE

Come on, you can beat these. They're crap.

Come on, you Re-eds !

You robbin' Scouse bastard !

They need a bit more passion, Dad. More commitment.

Come on. This is Man U, for God's sake ! Come on, Ian !

That's it ! Keep on him ! Keep on the bastard !

Come on, Ian !

Come on, you Re-eds ! Come on, you Re-eds !

Judith's left me.

I'll move in immediately (!)

It's one thing to be left at the airport, Fitz.

But to be left at the airport by a big, fat, egocentric, middle-aged, married man...

Well, that's another thing altogether.

I didn't mind the "big".

Let me explain.

I haven't got time.

I've rehearsed this speech. I could do it backwards.

I was in lust with you. I did not want to be in love. My life is complicated enough.

And falling in love with you would be rather easy. That's why I didn't come.

Once more with feeling (!)

You shouldn't feel so guilty.

I don't.

I'm going to have to work with you.

But I'm not going to make a fool of myself again.

Don't feel guilty about Bilborough's death.

I don't.

Grief, loss, all the appropriate feelings - but your boss was dead and you saw a chance of promotion.

I didn't.

You're lying.

Sex too, Panhandle. You fancy him but he's married. He's your boss.

It might happen. You won't put up a struggle.

But now he's dead and you wish you'd pushed it. You think, "Life is so short. From now on, seize the day."

Right ?

Yes.

You're an emotional rapist, Fitz.

No, I am saying I understand.

These things are far better out than in.

You're an emotional bloody rapist.

For your own safety...

I'm going nowhere.

Come on, you Re-eds !

Get off me, will you ?!

It's for your own protection, right?

Get off me, will you ?!

What do you want ?

If he's here, I'll see him.

How ?

I just will.

Have you seen him close up, have you ?

Well ?

No.

Well, she has.

What are you doing ?

Look, just do one, will you, Jimmy ?

He bought his ticket in Manchester. He won't be at the Liverpool end.

He's right.

And you knew this ?

I've just realised.

So he could be anywhere ? Is that what you're telling me ?

Yeah.

Let's forget it, OK ?

I'll spot him.

Jimmy, there's 40,000 people out there. Let's just forget it, OK? And you do one, right ?

What have we done ? What are you throwing us out for ? We were the ones getting the stick.

All through the game nothing but stick, and you're throwing us out ? What about them, eh ? What about - ?

Look,...

..I'll walk out on my own.

Just let me go and I'll walk. I'm calm, right ?

I'm calm...

I've seen him.

Stupid prat !

Don't lock it !

Canal Bridge.

Banville Street.

SIREN

Bastard !

He resisted ! Look at my cuts and bruises.

You always were an ugly bastard, though, weren't you ?

Want him to get life ?

I want him hung.

He shows up black and blue in court, it affects our chances.

Have you told Catriona ?

Who's Catriona ?

David Bilborough's widow.

We ought to tell her we've caught him.

Phone her.

Not yet ! There's a community relations course next week. You'll be on it.

And not just one. You're going on more courses than Lester Piggott !

And when this case is over and you've learnt your lesson, you can come back. Now, get out !

You want me ?

I want a photograph taken.

I want people to know what he did to me.

You put your clothes on.

When I've had a photograph taken.

I know my rights.

You've killed three people, son. One, a DCI.

Now, you put your clothes on or I'll rip your dick off. Right ?

Four.

Come again.

I've killed four people.

We've had eight hours of this !

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Celtic !

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Celtic !

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Celtic !

Who are you ?

My name's Fitz. I'm a psychologist.

Oh, you don't need a psychologist(?)

No.

Killing people's normal (?)

So what's "normal" ?

Putting yourself at risk, that's definitely abnormal.

You're Britain's most wanted and you turn up at a football game. Why?

Because I had a ticket.

That's good. "Because I had a ticket" !

You'll go down in folklore (!) In 50 years' time.

Not now, obviously. Not while the widows and children are still crying

Come on, you Re-eds !

Come on, you Re-eds !

Come on, you Re-eds !

'Come on, you Re-eds !'

'Come on, you Re-eds !'

'Come on, you Re-eds !'

Come on, you Re-eds !

Did he enjoy the match ?

Come on, you Re-eds !

Your dad.

This fourth body, Albie - who is it?

Could you pass on my apologies to his wife ?

Whose wife ?

The bizzie's wife.

Widow !

His widow, yeah.

I had to touch her up in the supermarket, to get him to follow me

I didn't get anything out of it. No buzz or anything.

I'd like her to know that.

I'm sure that'll cheer her up no end (!)

Peter Sutcliffe gets letters from women. Lots of women.

He sends them signed photographs of himself. He's a somebody.

Don't.

Don't compare you ?

Yeah.

Why not ? You want to be a somebody.

You either achieve something, which requires stamina.

You're talking crap.

Or there's the easy route. You kill, you destroy.

You're doing this for yourself, nobody else.

No altruistic motive, no mission.

Sit down, please, will you, Albie ?

He's been watching too much telly.

Wha' ? You think you can provoke me ?

Wind me up so I'll talk to you ?

Well, no chance.

Don't even try.

Right ?

Right.

What else have you done ?

I don't follow.

You knew you'd be caught. You haven't finished.

Three down, 93 to go. So what else have you done ?

Four down.

It's four.

I told you.

I don't believe you. Prove it.

How ?

Tell us where the body is.

I buried it.

Where ?

Why ?

Why not ?

You didn't bury any of the others. Why this one ?

I felt like a change !

Reported missing last night.

Thanks.

Follow them up. And you.

Right.

Why now ? Hillsborough was five years ago.

Why wait five years ?

Shall I tell you ?

You know nothing.

Your dad dies, something snaps.

You kill a Pakistani shopkeeper but have to rationalise it.

You try and tie it in with Hillsborough.

But you have to stick to that and go on killing. Otherwise that first murder makes no sense.

It's just another stupid racist killing.

I'm not racist.

Your cat had kittens.

Yeah.

Why didn't you drown them ?

You can kill human beings. What about kittens ?

They hadn't done me any harm.

Neither had Ali.

He was robbing me.

Neither had the psychologist.

He assumed things.

The penalty for that - death (!)

It depends what you assume !

People assuming things led to Hillsborough, so it depends what you assume.

Explain.

I shouldn't need to. A smartarse like you ought to know.

You couldn't kill a few fluffy kittens. What does that prove ?

Dig deep and we'll find sensitivity? No. Dig deep and we'll find sentimentality.

It's been in every killer I've ever met - sickening sentimentality.

He's buried on my father's allotment

Mind his runner beans when you're digging.

Put that out.

What time is it ?

9.30.

Do you think you're intelligent, Albie ?

I ask because you look so thick.

And act thick. Murdering a Pakistani shopkeeper, that is thick.

You've never lived on a giro, walked into a Paki shop and been robbed.

You've never been on the giro, Albie. You've always worked.

You're talking about your father, aren't you ?

You look like him.

You wanted to be him,...

..when he was ill.

When he was dying.

It's one-one at Anfield.

Nothin' going right.

Nonstop pressure, yeah, but nothin' going right.

A minute to go.

And the ball's pumped into the middle. Then Hansen goes up and - bump. It's there.

You wanted it to be you and not him.

It's just not fair, is it ?

All those years of poverty and none of the good things in life.

In the name of God, if anyone is entitled to a peaceful death, it's him.

But it's not peaceful, is it ? It's slow and lingering and painful.

Will you sit down, please, Albie ?

Another victory. Another last-minute victory.

That's not down to 11 footballers but 40,000 people willing it to happen, believing it could.

It's 9.32, Albie.

I didn't ask you.

I just thought you might like to know.

My dad fought in the war. Yours too.

I know what you've been through. Tell me about him.

Get away from me.

Mine was a kind, decent man. Liked his football. Liked to bet.

Yours too, probably.

Get away from me.

I don't believe I'll ever see him again.

A part of him lives on.

Deep down in here there's a thin seam of goodness and decency, and that's him. He put that there.

Yours too ?

You'll use anything, won't you ?

Even the death of your own father.

You'll use anything to prove how smart you are.

Don't lecture me on morality.

Is it her ? Is it her you're trying to impress ?

You're the killer! Don't lecture me.

You've never felt anything in your life.

Have you ?

Are your wife's parents still alive?

Yeah.

She doesn't understand, then ?

All that anger and grief when your father died. She can't share it ?

No.

And Hillsborough - she didn't even know about it.

All those dead people, she didn't even know.

But you were there.

Tell me about it.

Liverpool at Old Trafford, six, seven years ago.

We play them off the park, go round them like they're standing still. Gave them a lesson.

I used to talk football with my dad.

That was safe. Nothing too deep.

Your father moves in with you.

He's dying.

Can't talk about that. Far too deep.

After Hillsborough, he won't go to the game. Can't talk about football.

What's left ?

Nothin'.

We talked about nothin'.

Do you want revenge, Albie ?

Yeah.

For all those people that died ?

Yeah.

Did you lose somebody ?

My father.

He died five years later.

No.

It took him five years to die. That's how long it took, right ?

It started at Hillsborough.

So it's on behalf of your father ?

Yeah.

Do you really think he'd want it ? Do you ?

All those other people - think they'd want it ?

They've been through it - the shock, the grief.

Think they'd want to put other families through that ?

My father...

..was a kind, decent man.

That's right.

He wouldn't want revenge - that's right.

The people who died at Hillsborough wouldn't want revenge - that's right too.

But I want it.

Right ?

I want revenge.

And you're gonna get it ?

Oh, yeah.

It's a bomb, isn't it ?

'People need to believe. They need to congregate.'

But there's nothing left to believe in or congregate for. Only football. And they know that.

Who's "they" ?

The bizzies.

The politicians.

We go to the match.

They march us along, slam us against walls, treat us like scum.

We look for help.

We're socialists. We look to the Labour Party for help

But we're not queers. We're not black or Paki.

There's no Brownie points in speaking up for us, so Labour turns its back.

We're not treated like scum now. We're treated like wild animals.

And, yeah, one or two of us start acting like wild animals.

And the cages go up and 96 people die.

The bizzies.

And the bourgeois lefties.

They caused Hillsborough.

And they're gonna pay.

And children, old people and other working-class football supporters ?

Are you gonna kill them, Albie ? People like your father.

No.

They're gonna die.

That's the terrible thing about a bomb - it's indiscriminate.

This isn't.

It's targeted ?

How do you target a bomb ?

Address it to somebody ?

Who's your number one target ? Us.

ALARM

If you do find a body, we can rule out suicide !

ALARM STILL GOING

I suggest you vacate the building, Panhandle.

What about you ?

I'll be out in a jiffy.

Shall I open it ?

I'm serious, Albie.

I reckon you're a coward, see.

Big and brave with a bayonet in your hand but basically a coward.

Open it.

You open it.

Who did you bury, Albie ?

You may as well tell me, if that's real. I'm not gonna be able to tell anyone else.

You're looking at the future.

You're looking at me and you're looking at the future.

You see, this country's gonna blow.

And people like me are gonna light the fuse.

The despised,...

..and the betrayed.

We're gonna light the fuse and this country's gonna blow.

This country is gonna blow.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

We switched bags, Albie.

That smile's gonna be wiped off your face, you smug, arrogant bastard !

You're proud of your victims. Why did you bury that body ?

Come on, you Re-eds.

Come on, you Re-eds.

Come on, you Re-eds.

Come on, you Re-eds.

The good news - the bomb went off.

The bad news -...

..nobody got hurt.

(SCREAMS)

Albie ! Albie.

Albie. Albie. Albie !

Albie !

ALBIE !

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