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CAR HORN

CAR HORN

Oh, Joanne !

Dean, lad.

Morning, Michael.

Morning, Mike.

No problems ?

No problems, Mr Michael.

I'll put the kettle on.

PHONE

Trant's Packaging. Ah, Ken.

All right.

Yes, er... all clear.

No problems.

What ? Church ?

Yes. Oh, I see.

I suppose we'd better. I'll see you there.

Dean !

Fire. Fire. Fire.

Police. Ambulance, quick. Fire. She's hurt. She's dying.

"Hello ? Hello ?"

Joanne ?

Can you hear me ?

You can hear me, can't you ?

You're all right, now.

You'll be all right.

But...

It doesn't matter.

Just tell us what happened.

Can't you ?

We can't get it out of her. You're here to find a way in.

She may have tried to top herself — three months gone and only 17.

Her body was covered in daubings. Signs, equations.

Her bruising could be an attempted abortion, and she was full of pills.

We need to find out where she was last week, and who with.

I know she can hear me.

But, no, she still won't say anything.

It's as if we're to blame.

Are we to blame ?

See her again tonight.

Can we give you a lift home ?

Oh, we're not going home.

No, love. Course not. Come on, we'll get some tea.

Joanne ?

My name's Fitz.

I'm not a policeman.

I'm a shrink.

So you probably don't want to talk to me, either.

Accidental. Nothing suspicious.

Just plain bloody carelessness.

Who called you ?

Goalkeeper short of a full squad, if you ask me.

Cheers, pal.

I'm Detective Constable Harriman. You work here ?

What's your name ?

No-one. Nothing.

Shall I start with something easier ?

You reported this fire ?

Yes.

You said someone was dying.

The first angel sounded, then came hail and fire. All flesh is grass.

Sorry, you won't get anywhere.

Off you go. I'll pay you for today.

You all right, sir ?

All flesh is grass. Dean. Home.

So, erm...

He called the police, too.

He threw a cigarette in the waste bin.

You sacking him ?

Have to do one's bit.

I will not pass on the other side.

Morning.

I'm sorry to say I am unable to answer questions.

However, we do have a short statement.

Missing teenager Joanne Barnes was today found in a shopping centre, semi-conscious.

'Anyone with information that may help the police...

..can contact DCI Wise, Anson Road.'

'Confidentiality is assured.'

'She is in intensive care, very ill,...

..but I understand her condition is stable.'

'Anyone who saw her last week...'

I thought Michael said...

We'd better go back.

No.

No, we must go to the Fellowship.

They blame themselves — your mum and dad.

Do you know ?

They think they're to blame for what happened.

Do you think that, Joanne ?

They love you so much.

They're so proud of you.

They can't understand what happened.

They think they're to blame.

I don't know what they've got to be guilty about.

Maybe they were too strict.

Maybe they regret hitting you.

When they were angry, they hit you ?

No...

Mumadad...

Not even when you told them you were pregnant ?

Mumadad...

Little angel...

Little angel...

Can't...

Can't...

You couldn't tell them ?

Hail Mary, full of grace,...

..the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Who is he ?

Who is he, Joanne ?

Holy Mary, Mother of God,...

..pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.

You don't want to die, Joanne ?

Somebody did this to you. Who ?

Who made you take those pills ?

Who gave you the drink ? Who drew those things on you ? Who ?

No. Not die. No.

All flesh...

All flesh is grass.

Jojo ! You little bitch !

A name. Who ?

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I have committed...

Who is it ?

He... ! He... ! He... !

Who ?

Fitz — lay off. All flesh is grass !

Help ! Help !

What have you done ?

Help ! Help !

You two — out of here !

Help ! Help !

Shhh. It's all right, all right.

It's okay. It's okay. It's all right

I don't know how many of you know about Joanne Barnes.

But she is, at this very moment, lying dangerously ill in hospital.

Whether she was attacked,...

..or whether it was self-inflicted, is not clear.

The police are investigating and will appeal for information from anyone who knows Joanne.

Brothers and sisters, while we wish them every success,...

..I believe we would be wise to keep our distance.

We all know the widespread prejudice against non-established churches such as ours...

..which the tabloid newspapers like to encourage.

Let us protect ourselves from the scandalmongers.

Now, I know that you'll all wish to join me in offering a prayer for Joanne's recovery.

Almighty and eternal God,...

..hear our humble offering for a member of our flock, Joanne Barnes,...

..who lies grievously ill in hospital.

You left that idiot to do it !

He's always had a soft spot for her.

I thought it would be all right...

If that boy starts blabbing...

Why isn't he here ?

Where is he now ?

HEART THUMPING

(JOANNE) 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.'

'I've killed it.'

'Help ! Help !'

'All flesh is grass.'

'Help ! Help !'

'Police. Ambulance. Fire. She's hurt ! She's dying !'

'He... ! He... ! He... !'

'You little bitch !'

(PANTING)

CROW CAWING

She ran ?!

Where did she run ?

Yes. Out. Away.

No-one see. No-one see nothing. No, Mr Kenneth.

It's not your fault. Stop it.

Stop it !

Right, Dean.

Now listen to me.

If anyone asks... Are you listening ?

If anyone comes,...

..if anyone asks questions,...

..you tell them about Mr Michael who's looked after you,...

..who's always cared for you. And Mr Kenneth.

A good man.

A man of God.

Your minister. You understand, Dean?

# RAY CHARLES: "COME RAIN, COME SHINE"

# I'm gonna love you

# Like no-one's loved you

# Come rain or come shine

# High as a mountain

# Deep as a river

# Come rain or come shine... #

BANGS BOOK SHUT

Want your paracetamol ?

I wasn't drunk.

I wasn't.

Why don't you sleep upstairs ?

That's your mother's room.

Where was I ?

Good puzzle, this.

There's not one answer, is there ?

I was up all night arranging this.

You mind your own business.

I don't need your help. What do you know ?

Well, the big bang.

But you don't need my help.

Well, try me.

Come on. Don't play games. Try me.

Right. Look.

The universe begins at 10 to the 43rd second after the big bang — Planck time.

Yeah, Max Planck.

Before, nature's laws don't apply — a boiling mass of space and time.

Anarchy ?

The core bursts. Rips in space and time appear as cosmic strings.

You've gotta stop smoking bus tickets, son (!)

Enlighten me.

They divide into nuclear, electromagnetic,...

..um, something else and gravity.

I can't believe you flunked A-levels.

I'll give you a grant.

You don't have any money.

On the scale of these equations my life makes no odds.

Now, what's this one ?

That one — 1.40.6 ?

Yeah, you got me on that.

I think it's about the beginning of life, and the end.

Birth and death.

Yeah.

The business.

Yeah.

You're right. ģ

I should've phoned. I'm sorry.

Yes, they were in my wallet.

I'm sorry, Katie.

Katie, I was not pissed.

Where did you learn that word ?

Fine. Blame me.

I was not pissed. I was working — ask Mark.

All right ! All right !

No, not you. The doorbell. It might be urgent.

Not more urgent than you, obviously. Katie ?

Katie ?

Shit.

BANGING ON DOOR

If you're Jehovah's Witnesses, I've got a Rottweiler.

That was Katie. I should've taken her to football yesterday.

She couldn't get hold of me. We were at the hospital.

She thought I was gambling or down the pub.

Are you all right ?

Joanne's dead.

She was murdered.

HEART THUMPING

JOANNE ON TAPE: "Blessed art thou among woman, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb."

"Holy Mary, Mother of God..."

What do you notice ? There are no smudges.

It's not elaborate foreplay.

She is naked. Willing, obviously.

You couldn't do those drawings if she was struggling.

After sex ? Then it's no wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am individual.

He lingers, talks. Explains the symbols.

Maybe shows her them in the mirror. He's no spotty adolescent.

Or he did the drawings after giving her the pills, so she couldn't struggle.

Drew on her dying body. Now that's power.

That's arrogance.

A dying girl — just a canvas for his artistry and so-called intellect

What is all this ?

You don't know about Planck time, then ?

Planck time.

The instant before the universe was created.

Just after the big bang — nothing but a boiling soup.

No rules and no law, just anarchy and chaos.

Joanne's lover saw sex in death, and vice versa.

He was a morbid, a manipulative lover who wanted to combine the two in one moment of perfection.

"Somebody did this to you. Who ?"

"Who made you take those pills ?"

"Who gave you the drink ? Who drew on your body ? Who ?"

"No. Not die. No."

"All flesh... All flesh is grass."

"Jojo ! You little bitch !"

"All flesh is grass."

I've heard that before.

Which is Joanne's church ?

St Timothy's.

Dean Saunders.

Community-care case. He kept talking weird.

"All flesh is grass." He said it.

Bring him in for questioning. Take Beck.

His boss said he had an accident, but that's bollocks.

I'm impressed. One small fire, two visits.

Is Mr Saunders around ?

What ? Is he sick ?

Could we have his home address, please ?

One small fire ?

What's that, then ?

I'm not sure I...

Filing cabinet. Ashes, I'm afraid.

How many employees on your books ?

Burns your office, gets the day off. This is wasting our time.

Wasting police time is a criminal offence.

You wouldn't want a record.

Tell me where he lives, or we're having you in.

That's better. Politeness gets you further.

Now I think of it, I may have Dean's address in my Filofax.

Thank you, sir. We'd be most grateful.

BABY CRYING

Hello, Dean ?

Father O'Ryan ?

DS Penhaligon. This is Dr Fitzgerald.

If you could spare us five minutes ?

Come into the sacristy.

Why is it when you're in church, you feel you're being watched ?

Because you are, Dr Fitzgerald.

I saw you lecture once.

That level of cynicism must be hard to sustain.

At such times, I remind myself there's a purpose to everything.

That God's love reveals itself in all our fates.

That level of idealism must be hard to sustain.

It is, extremely.

But you, as an unbeliever,...

..how do you reconcile yourself to such tragedies ?

As a psychologist, I listen and understand.

Your job is to listen and forgive. That must be even harder.

Oh, I'm not the one who forgives.

Wish I could believe that.

We're both confessors.

You're as exposed to the dirty realities of life as I am.

Does that disturb your faith ?

In man. Not in God.

Father, could you tell us about Joanne ?

She was always devout.

Regularly attended Mass and benediction, but she hasn't been since Christmas.

I believe she was recruited into a local sect.

Her headmaster, I believe.

Trant.

You know him ? Yes. Do you ?

No, but I'm not happy about the way he uses his position.

To do what ?

Can you describe them ? Do they have anything in common ?

Yes, they're all rather lonely individuals.

And they're all girls.

I take it, Doctor, you're a lapsed Catholic ?

Why ?

Don't knock the mock, Father. But you're right, anyway.

Bless me, Father, it is 22 years since my last confession.

Thank you, Father.

Father. Father...

Dean ?

She's... she's...

What is it, Dean ?

She's in heaven now.

Who is ?

Joanne ?

What's the matter, Dean ?

Me. You.

What were you saying about Joanne ?

The box... in the box...

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen

What do you want to tell me, Dean ?

Dean ?

DOG BARKS

Gotcha !

Definitely furry.

I had a vacation job when I was a student — postman.

So many kinds of letter boxes...

Big, generous ones, so a kid can get his arm in to take the key.

Vicious snappers you can't get a card in.

Vertical ones low down that just about do your back in.

Then there are the ones with furry brushes inside.

Like your hand's being disinfected.

Mrs Trant ?

About Joanne Barnes...

Oh. Yes.

Could we speak to your husband ?

One moment, please.

Ah, hello again ! Please come in.

If you'd like to go through.

Doing some research, Doctor ?

Did you make any sense of this ?

You like this sort of thing ?

How about you ?

Felt a bit let down.

I thought I'd find all the answers in there.

You think I'd find answers there ?

Do you believe in God, Doctor ?

I can never catch him in.

Don't worry, I won't try to convert you.

Would you expect me to ?

Don't you proselytise your faith ?

Yes. You recruited several of your pupils for your church.

So I said 'proselytise' — convert from one faith to another.

But you don't like it.

And you won't have 'recruit'. What can I say ? Draft ? Enlist ?

Are you here to debate semantics with me ?

I'm here to talk about Joanne Barnes

Can I offer you some tea ?

I can't add to what you learned from Sarah at the school.

She said Joanne was lonely and had problems with her parents.

Sunday night. At our church.

Your church ?

Yes.

Well, surely you must know that Joanne was a member of our church ?

Why must we ?

Her parents would've said.

She came every Sunday night and sometimes during the week.

Why didn't you mention this before ?

It hardly seemed relevant. She didn't go missing that night.

How did she seem that Sunday ?

No different from usual. She took her turn reading a verse. Her usual self.

Are you a member of the church, Mrs Trant ?

Yes, my wife's a member.

Excuse us, Doctor.

Virginia hasn't slept since it happened. It's left us feeling shattered.

Poor young girl — such a waste of life.

Yes. We want to get who did it.

Do that one more bloody time and I'll chop them off !

Before you're cautioned, or see a solicitor,...

..before we interview you,...

..you've got one chance, Dean, to come clean.

Do you understand ?

Can I have some water, please ?

I know everything, Dean, I want you to tell me.

I've been to your flat. I saw.

We see through a glass darkly, then face to face.

I talked with Joanne.

Before she died, she told me.

The disgusting things you did. What you did to her.

How you hurt her, wrote those things, the things you said.

Joanne told me everything, you little scumbag. I'm nailing you.

Make it easy on yourself, confess.

Confess now, Dean, or I'm throwing you to the wolves.

A lovely girl like that.

You touching her, defiling her.

What you did will be done to you twice over.

Confess or you're in trouble, Saunders, I swear.

DOOR OPENS

He's in custody ?

Helping with enquiries.

Know anything about his family ?

All I know is his mother died. Or ran away.

I'd no idea, he...

That he was so deranged ?

I have to disagree.

What we saw in Dean's flat was not the work of a disordered mind.

It's the work of a classically-tutored intelligence.

A knowing, ordered brain. Not how most people think of Dean.

No. Er, I mean... I...

What's his background ?

Special school, bullied, poor attendance ? Metalwork, Art ?

Dean's er... He's...

..that kind of...

What about you ? Poly ?

University.

Engineering ? Then marriage, suburbia, work in Daddy's factory.

Yeah.

Yeah, the '60s really passed you by, didn't they, Michael ?

God, I deserve this.

Done some good, eh ?

Put a man down. Cheers.

Cheers.

Sorry, Steve.

ģ Just a minute !

What's the gob on you for ?

He's going down. Join the party.

I think you're making a mistake.

Bit like a doctor, aren't you ?

You've lost me.

Come in !

He's innocent.

Wise by name, thick by nature.

Look, here's a list of Dean's bible-thumping buddies.

They should all be treated as suspects, sir.

Particularly the Trants.

These are all...

Dean's just a scapegoat, sir.

Oh, yeah. That'd go down well with Beck, wouldn't it ?

If he retracts his confession, what have you got ?

Not a lot.

I want to get at the truth, if that's not too radical.

The confession's being typed. In the meantime, if you want to speak to him — okay with me.

Fitz, are they your own teeth ?

Look after them. Floss them.

And don't ever call me thick again.

What do you see ?

Me.

What am I doing ?

Mirror.

Tell me.

Crying.

Mum gone away.

Kids,...

..pushing, kicking.

Calling names.

Don't like fighting.

After school, you stay behind.

Yes.

Hide till the janitor throws you out

It's dark. Cold.

They'd still be waiting.

Run through the fields and bushes.

Clothes torn, muddy, no-one to notice, to ask after you.

Cold in bed.

You keep your clothes on.

What did they call you ?

The Smell.

Every time you go to class...

"What's that smell ? Open the windows !"

Bring in air freshener, spray you.

But one teacher looked after you...

Miss Morgan.

What did she teach ?

Art.

You're good at drawing.

Copying.

Like that writing on the walls.

Yes.

Copied.

Copied Joanne.

And me.

He covered the wall with writing, like on Joanne. Kenneth's equations.

So they arrested him. They'll get it out of him.

He said it was the work of a classically-tutored mind.

They'll be onto us next.

Can you talk to Dean? He trusts you.

Go to the police station ?

No.

But...

What if he tells them about Joanne ?

Virginia, you heard me tell them I last saw Joanne on Sunday night.

When was the last time you saw her ?

Well, when we all...

At the last prayer meeting.

Norma ?

At the last prayer meeting.

Michael ?

When was the last time you saw Joanne ?

At the prayer meeting.

That's all we say.

What matters is that we all say it.

Dean's deranged.

Will they take his word against ours ?

The boy is guilty. He must pay the price for his sin.

Let us pray.

What else ?

Man on fire. Woman bleeding.

Postman Pat.

What else ?

Flowers.

Baby crying.

Where is she ?

Through the mirror.

Describe her.

All flesh is grass.

Did you give her tablets, Dean ?

No.

Did you give her drink ?

No.

Do you know who did ?

No.

Why did you confess ?

They said.

Dean, you've made a statement to say that you helped Joanne die.

Is that true ?

No.

You wouldn't do that.

No.

I...

I... I...

I lo...

Why can't you say that word ?

Have you never said it to anyone ? Have they never said it to you ?

It's just a word, Dean.

Say it.

I lo... lo...

lo...

..love her.

Joanne ?

Love her.

Love her.

I love her.

Stefan Kiszko spent 16 years inside for a crime he didn't commit.

Sounds odd — must be the killer. Do you know what sent him down ?

A hasty confession, signed because he was confused and frightened.

Dean's confession —

You can't afford to make a mistake on this.

Are you infallible ?

Yes. The other guy's an imposter.

All I'm asking is that you talk to him with me for five minutes.

Open number three !

10 minutes, no more, Fitz. Okay ?

Right.

Jesus ! Key ! Key !

Oh, God !

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