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KNOCKS ON DOOR

Just a minute. >

You think I'm to blame for Dean's death ?

Yeah.

I'm not. But if I were, I'd expect sympathy from you, Jimmy. You know how it feels.

Are you all right ?

You haven't seen me like this. Okay?

Right.

What's up ?

Bilborough was a mate of mine. It gets to me now and again.

No-one's blaming you.

Why should they ?

What for ?

What do you know ? What have you heard ?!

Albie gave you a load of bullshit.

You let him go, he killed Bilborough

No-one's blaming you.

Piss off !

So, you told everyone.

What ?

Bilborough's death was down to me.

I didn't.

I didn't !

Then it was you.

Wrong.

You're lying !

If you want to talk about this...

Oh, Christ !

You know what I'm going to say,...

..but I am going to say it anyway. Right ?

Right. >

If you hadn't interfered, that lad would still be alive.

Everything would be boxed off.

"Boxed off".

Dean killed himself. Joanne died terminating a pregnancy. Case closed

Dean killed himself because she was murdered. The case should be kept open. Pontius Pilate would know...

Fitz.

I haven't been paid yet.

I need an invoice.

Any chance of a sub ?

No chance.

Joanne was murdered and I'll prove it.

This isn't necessary. >

I was just winding Wise up.

I'll manage. Always have done.

I do not need charity.

I've just got to lock the guilt monster in a cellar until I'm strong enough to grapple with it

And when will that be ?

How long before they break down the door and tear you apart ?

That's me talking. I'm the doctor, you're the police woman.

Do I direct traffic ? No, it's not my area of expertise.

Do not talk nuts to a monkey.

Then stop talking shit to a panhandle.

I'm your friend, aren't I ?

Charity does not come into it.

Is £250 enough ?

You can give it back to me when our lot pay you.

Thanks.

Thanks.

I know it's a bit early, but...

I could do with a drink as well.

I keep seeing him in that cell, alone.

What he must've felt.

What's done is done.

I should never have involved him.

Michael, it's not your fault.

It is. If Michael had done what he was meant to do, the boy would never have been arrested.

Kenneth's right.

However, as he died in custody, they will be eager to close the case.

Kenneth, do you think so ?

I'm sure of it.

I just wish I could be as sure of Dr Fitzgerald.

But remember, we speak as a group, with one voice.

As long as we are a group we are invulnerable. >

CHECKOUT MACHINES BLEEPING

I haven't done this in ages. Not with someone.

Me, neither.

Not with Judith ?

We always used to, then we just stopped.

Eighty-five – the Rioja.

I think it's over, me and Judith.

Really, this time, over.

Are you sure this is all right ?

A big, wide, generous letter box. I rest my case.

I think I should go, don't you ?

No.

There's so much going on for you, Fitz, I don't think...

I need you.

I'll back you, Fitz – with Wise, with Jimmy, with anyone.

Not that way.

How ?

You know.

I don't.

Already anticipating failure – the retreat.

Make me say everything, then you can absolve yourself from responsibility.

Please don't, Fitz.

Okay. I'll do it to me.

I bring you into my home, having taken every precaution to ensure it's as inhospitable as possible.

I'm giving you every opportunity for an escape route.

Then I can blame it all on you, 'She led me along but couldn't stay the distance.'

I'm still covered in bruises from the last time, and all the mistakes I made, so go away.

Just leave me alone. Bugger off.

I think I love you.

MICROWAVE PINGS

One 9-inch margherita with anchovies.

You bastard !

You've got the cheek to say a thing like that.

"9-inch margherita with anchovies" ?

I don't like anchovies !

D'you think...

Kenneth, do you really think they'll leave us alone now ?

Oh, I'm sure they will.

It'll soon be over, this whole nightmarish thing.

Darling, I'm so sorry, I'm so deeply sorry.

I was weak, and I fell.

Virginia, I am not worthy of you.

But I will never make that mistake again.

I know.

I do love you.

I love you so much.

Are you sure ?

No.

CLOCK TICKING

TICKING GETS LOUDER

< BIRDS CHIRPING

Crappy paper, crappy cup of coffee. Mornin'.

We never had that chat, did we ?

Oh, God !

Look, I'm sorry.

Does Mum know ?

No, not yet.

Your mother left me...

No, she didn't !

She didn't leave. You drove her away cos you're a dickhead !

That's a fair summary of the facts, probably.

I'm older than her !

Hardly.

D'you expect me to spend the rest of my life like Cliff bloody Richard ?

And that's me mother's !

He'll be okay.

(See you.)

Morning.

Where are we keeping the pile of drawings found in Dean's bed ?

Cabinet.

Only they were found in his wardrobe

Yeah.

You said in his bed.

No. No, I didn't.

Yes, you did. Didn't she ?

Dean's bed you said, yeah.

What are you trying to say ?

You're doing the talking.

No.

No, come on, lads,...

..spit it out.

Who was on top ?

< SNIGGERING

That's my fees to date.

No problems there.

I expect you prefer cash ?

Fitz would like another week on Joanne Barnes.

No chance. She's with the coroner in two days' time.

Give me till then.

Beck's winding it up.

Joanne and Dean belonged to the same religious sect as Kenneth and Michael Trant.

Fitz would like to interview all four Trants.

You're asking me to gamble police time and money.

Double or quits – I get a confession

Okay. I'll give you 48 hours.

And Penhaligon.

Take Beck.

Beck's no good to me.

Panhandle knows how I work. Beck's old-fashioned. Too Starsky and Hutch

I'll give you odds. Four to six.

One to two.

You're windier than Ladbroke's.

One to two you get a confession.

Done.

You know Joanne was a Catholic ?

No.

A very devout Catholic, according to her parish priest.

Attended regularly for benediction and confession.

Never missed Sunday Mass – till last Christmas.

Whoever drew her to your church must have had a tremendous attraction for her.

I'm sure he did.

God.

Acting through your husband ?

Yes. Drawing her to the Bible.

Isn't it possible that it wasn't the Bible that attracted her, but your husband ?

Dr Fitzgerald, she was 17 years old. My husband is...

A 46 year-old pin-up.

Kenneth ? A pin-up !

I had a crush on my music master. He was no spring chicken !

You know what girls are like at that age. >

I don't. I never found out.

Mrs Trant, your husband is very attractive.

It's possible that Joanne might... well, have fancied him a bit ?

I never noticed anything to suggest that.

He said she was a shy girl, not the sort to flaunt her feelings.

Maybe. But that doesn't prove...

We're not trying to prove anything, Mrs Trant.

We're wondering if perhaps there's the remotest possibility that Joanne fancied your husband...

..even though he wasn't aware of it.

It seems very unlikely.

So it's possible ?

I didn't say that.

Are you saying it's impossible ?

I didn't say it was impossible. I didn't say that.

You're not saying quite a few things Can you live with that ?

I haven't done anything wrong.

But you know who has. Haven't you got a duty to tell us ?

I know where my duty lies !

I've tried to live a decent...

Joanne is lying stiff on a slab,...

..with marks all over her body left by some sick demented soul !

I don't want to hear this !

Her parents are banging the floor with grief !

Can't you stop him ?

< Who is this sick bastard responsible for her death ?

Joanne is dead. Dean is dead. What does it amount to, this decency of yours ?

Thirty-seven thousand, six hundred and forty-two pounds – in the present year.

That much ?

Eighteen thousand, four hundred – Cancer Research.

£6,904 – Cerebral Palsy.

£2,005.23p – to the Church Restoration.

£1,116 – Help the Aged.

£1,000 each to Cystic Fibrosis, Guide Dogs for the Blind, Children in Need,...

..and the Police Widows and Orphans.

Plus several smaller cash payments to the local old, infirm and needy.

I'm currently collecting for Cancer Research. A donation, perhaps ?

You've caught me a bit short, Mrs Trant.

'She's lying.'

'She's loyal.'

Next stop, Norma's ?

No. Next stop, Sarah.

She's coming. One pound.

You said 50 pence.

Each way.

Come on, Brian. More effort !

D'you not find it better talking out here ? >

Yes. >

Mr Trant seems to get on very well with the kids.

The only time our teachers spoke to us was to threaten us with hellfire...

..or detention, which was worse.

Mr Trant's not like that.

Oh, you're lucky.

You find you can talk to him ?

He doesn't mind if you come and tell him your troubles ?

Oh, no. I mean, he doesn't mind.

He likes to know what's going on. He likes you to go and talk to him.

Mr Grogan. My history teacher.

All the teachers said: "It's the exams".

"Don't suffer. It only takes a moment to go and see the principal."

Yeah, and three hours to get out.

We called him Taphead – somebody once said he had water on the brain. He was barking !

Grogan was different.

He always seemed to know what you were going through.

He made you cups of tea in his wee cubbyhole.

Made you feel human, you know ?

That's what I call a real teacher.

I'm surprised you prefer to talk to us here ?

Why ? It's fascinating.

New experience for me.

Virginia told us it's possible Joanne fancied her husband a bit.

"Fancied" him ? Did Ginny say that ?

What do you reckon ?

Bit of a giggle.

I think she was a bit upset about it

Upset ? About a schoolgirl taking a shine to Kenneth ?

She'd have had to be pretty insecure to be upset about that.

Was she ? Insecure ?

Any woman married to Kenneth might feel a bit insecure.

But he never gave her any cause.

How do you know ?

I'd have... Ginny would've told me. Anyway, he didn't.

Kenneth might've been flattered by Joanne's pash.

A middle-aged man getting the eye from a 16-year-old girl ? He might've got a kick out of that.

He didn't notice. And he didn't need those kicks.

So who got Joanne pregnant ?

If not Kenneth, you mean ?

If not Kenneth.

For a psychologist you're a pretty poor judge of character.

I'm better with women. Aren't I ?

Dean made Joanne pregnant. He was sweet on her.

At the meetings, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

He was crazy about her.

You knew that, didn't you ?

Yes. Crazy about her.

Crazy for her. But crazy in his head Only in his head.

Classic hopeless romantic passion.

He never laid a finger on her. Dean never had a proper relationship with Joanne.

He came to the house one weekend when Michael was away.

He pushed past me, down the hallway, into the sitting room. Sat on my sofa.

He had grease on his trousers. I wondered if it would wash off the sofa.

His eyes were closed and he was chanting from the Bible.

I didn't pay it much attention.

It doesn't mean that much to me. I'm not sure I believe at all.

I made a mistake. I got too close, he touched me.

I didn't like it, I told him.

I pushed him away. He came back.

He wouldn't let go.

He was hurting, and all the time this Bible stuff.

And then the words changed.

To personal things.

About my body... You know ...

Crude, crass words for things.

I walked out of the room, out of the house, to the town.

Came home in the evening. Nothing was missing.

There was no sign that he'd ever been there.

Save for the stain on the sofa.

And Michael. What did he say ?

You did tell him ?

No. I didn't want to upset him.

I didn't want to hurt him, to get him in any trouble.

Kind.

You don't believe me, do you ? Why should I make it up ?

To divert attention from Kenneth.

Did you meet him through Virginia ?

We were at school together. We met then.

Ah... she saw him first.

There was never anything between Kenneth and me.

Nothing fulfilled.

Would you have married him ?

He didn't ask me, he asked Virginia.

And Michael asked you.

You're obviously very attracted to Kenneth.

Do you ever think if you'd married him...

No point in thinking.

Let's take it as read that Kenneth may have harboured thoughts about Joanne.

He saw a lot of her. Who could blame him for his thoughts ?

With the prospect of life with a recommendation of at least 20 years, question is, did he act upon them ?

Tell me, Doctor, is a man happier who acts on his instincts, or who represses them ?

When you lit that cigarette... I know that look.

I don't think this...

You were as jealous as hell because he lit my cigarette !

I'm sure I've nothing to teach you about jealousy.

Could I have another one, please ?

You love him, don't you ?

Who ?

Kenneth !

Kenneth ?!

Kenneth. You've always loved him.

Ever since that first dance. >

At the church hall. What was it ? Mungo Jerry ? David Essex ?

You fell for him then, and you've been in love with him ever since.

No !

Then he married Virginia. The idiot!

He would've been much happier if he'd married you.

Kenneth and Virginia have a very happy marriage.

Did Kenneth have sex with Joanne ?

No !

Cross your heart and hope to die ?

You're jealous of Kenneth. He's not that sort of man !

He has never been unfaithful to Virginia !

With any other girl ?

Any girl ! Any woman !

You can keep your cigarette, thanks.

Do you know Sarah Jennings ?

Sarah...?!

Schoolmate of Joanne's.

Classmate, actually.

'Out of all the girls at school, he picked me.'

'He's always wanted a child and she could never have them.'

'When I leave school, we're going to live together.'

'He's a wonderful man.'

'I feel special when he's there.'

'He loves me more than anything.'

'I'll never want anyone else.'

'Kenneth's wonderful. I love him.'

< DOOR SLAMS SHUT

So the paper's shredded, then the hydraulic ramrod compresses it into a block.

Then it goes for recycling.

Right.

Your wife dropped into the station this morning, for a chat.

She was dressing the church hall earlier – she had pollen all over her fingers.

What's the attraction of all these new religious groups ?

Rock combos singing for Jesus.

One World weirdos. Bible-thumpers.

I'm a left-footer – lapsed. We didn't read the Old Testament.

Do you believe all these old Hebrew stories are true ? Literally true ?

Yes.

Your wife thinks it's a load of rubbish.

Said she only goes for the company. See her pals, see Kenneth.

Like other people go to the pub, she said.

Do you go to the pub, Michael ?

No.

Smoke ?

You don't smoke, don't drink, don't gamble. What do you do ?

Sex ? Come on, a sly wank in front of Baywatch on a Saturday is no sin.

Going to church is like the launderette. >

You go when you've got stains to wash away.

And you believe in whiter than white

Me ? Dishcloth grey is the colour of everything.

You're not a good man, Michael, but you're not a bad one.

You're in between, like the rest of us. Admit it.

Admit to that chocolate bar underneath your pillow.

Admit to lust, envy, avarice.

You have to admit to all those things, Michael, before you can admit to what you did to Joanne.

Carry on with your soliloquy. I've got two men's work to do.

How long have you been a member of the Church, Michael ?

Ten years.

Who introduced you ? No, don't tell me.

Kenneth, big brother. He joined, so you had to join.

Do you always do what he does ?

< Always try to do what he does.

But you can't. You don't have the charm.

What was it like, competing in the sex market with Kenneth ?

< Always second best, second choice.

< Even to the woman you married.

Course, you and Norma are well matched.

She was always second choice too. To Virginia. Her best pal.

She introduced Norma to Kenneth.

She fell head over heels madly in love with him.

And the years have not altered her.

She stills burns for him, longs to touch him.

She's still obsessed with him.

She admits it.

She brags about it.

She told us this morning, didn't she ?

Yes. I had to feel sorry for her.

How does it feel, Michael ?

Your wife loves another man, always has done.

I know.

You know...?

I knew when I married her.

If you'll excuse me, I have to see to the waste collection.

DOG BARKS >

ANSWERPHONE: 'You're pathetic, Fitz, spending your days like this !'

# Call me anything, but do not call me fat !

# I was built for comfort

# I was not built for speed

'You should know better !'

# But, baby, I'll give you everything you're gonna need. #

You haven't played that one for years.

It always made your mother laugh.

Yeah, I've just left her.

Have you ? Where ? Where ?

Oi ! Come back here. You're not too old for a...

Yes, I am.

I've never hit you anyway.

That time.

Oh, yes. Once. A light slap.

You hurt me.

Well, you'd been bad.

I was a kid. Kids don't know anything.

Where's your mum and Katie ?

Who's asking ? You or your girlfriend ?

These beans are mouldy. How can you live like this ?!

Where are you off to ?

If you cared, you'd have asked me before.

Don't wait up.

Well, get Katie to keep in touch. Give me a phone or something.

Yeah !

LOUD CLICK

MACHINE RUMBLING

MACHINE STOPS, THEN STARTS

MACHINE STOPS

I'm sorry, but you'll have to come back to my study for a more thorough examination.

Kenneth Trant is coming in for questioning, sir.

Willingly ?

Very willingly. We've gone right to the edge with the rest of the family

But they draw the line at Kenneth. Totally obedient.

But I'll crack him ! I know I can.

Cocky, aren't we ?

In my years at the school, between forty thousand pupils have been through my hands.

There have been tragedies along the way. Leukaemia. Car crash. Climbing accident.

And now this.

You don't know all the pupils very well – you always feel it anyway.

Like one of your own.

It was different in this case. You did know the student.

Yes, as I've explained.

You must've known her better than most. She was in your fellowship.

I daresay, yes.

She must have spoken to you ?

Of course.

What about ?

Usually matters affecting the church, er, Bible studies.

Not about school, or her home ?

No, not really.

Not even when you drove her home ?

Drove her home ?

You saying you never drove her home?

From the church ?

Where else ?

I thought you meant from school. Yes, I drove her home from church.

Dark nights ?

Precisely.

You introduced her to the group at Christmas.

Yes.

A lot of dark nights.

Yes.

So you must have driven her home quite a few times ?

Yes. Come to think of it, yes, quite often.

After all, I introduced her, and being her headmaster I felt responsible.

Did she talk in the car ?

No, she was a very quiet child.

What age was she ?

You don't know her age ?

You called her a child.

She was seventeen. She had her GCSEs.

A young woman, I'd say.

Yes.

When I was seventeen, I would've been offended for you to think of me as a child.

Girls mature more quickly than boys. You know that.

I should think she welcomed the chance to talk with an older man.

Boys your own age are worse than useless.

That may be, but she didn't say much

I was desperate for someone like that. A sort of uncle.

So why no kids yourself ?

I've had forty thousand children.

Not the same as one of your own.

I've had a full and fulfilling life.

And your wife ?

She's had a busy life, she does a lot of voluntary work.

You miss out, though.

No. Not really.

No. I suppose you can get quite close to some of your kids.

Not in that way.

What way ?

Sorry ?

"That way". What way ?

There was an insinuation.

What were you insinuating, DS Penhaligon ?

Like an uncle.

Joanne spoke to me before she died.

She wouldn't speak to her parents. Couldn't face them. Too ashamed.

Ashamed of what ?

Do you tell me, or do I tell you ?

I can't tell you what she was ashamed of.

If she was ashamed.

You noticed her at a distance at first,... >

..coming through the school gates,... >

..lining up in the dinner queue, gazing up at assembly. >

Different from the other girls. Has no gang.

Something vulnerable about her.

Then one day you see her in the corridor. She's crying.

You ask her what's wrong.

You tell her to come and see you after school. Nothing unusual.

Doing your job. More than your job.

Concerned for the pastoral welfare of your students.

She's in your study for an hour.

A long chat – about the pressure of family, not fitting in at school.

There are tears, but smiles, too.

You comfort her. A friendly arm around the shoulder, a friendly pat of the knee.

I get your drift, Doctor.

Good.

You're sick !

Sick as the next man, Mr Trant.

I spent a day in Joanne's company. I'm not immune to her dependence.

Her softness, her fragility.

I refuse to participate in this.

If you go, we'll think the worst.

We will.

Well, by all means, think just that.

< CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

< Thanks, by the way, Fitz.

What for ?

The drink.

One to two, you lose the bet.

< Start spending me winnings, eh ?

We started spending it yesterday.

< Walkies ! (WHISTLES FOR A DOG)

Aw, don't be like that !

'Ey, 'ey, leave it out !

# Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation

# O, my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation

# All ye who hear

# Now to His temple draw near

# Praise Him in glad adoration

# Praise to the Lord, Who o'er all things so wondrously reigneth

Genesis 3.19.

It's not a "1", it's an "I".

# Has thou not seen

# How thy heart's wishes have been

# Granted in what He ordaineth ?

Isaiah, Chapter 40, verse 6 !

What will I find, Kenneth ?

"The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry ?"

"All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof..."

"Is as the flower of the field."

Very good, Dr Fitzgerald. How may we help you ?

She believed you when you told her she was special, didn't she ?

You've lost me, Doctor.

You've always had a way with women. Hasn't he, Norma ?

Why didn't you have an affair with her ?

She's in love with you – has been for over 20 years.

No, not Norma, not a mature woman.

You wouldn't be equal to a woman, would you ?

You need youth. Young flesh.

This is outrageous !

This is a place of worship !

I bet you waited until she was 16 !

I bet, with your perverted sense of righteousness, you didn't touch her till she was of age !

I'll sue you. Get out !

I'll sue you for every penny you've got.

She respected you.

She thought you respected her. Thought the sun shone out your arse

It's a hazard of the profession...

..in the same way as a patient may become emotionally attached to a psychologist.

Convincing themselves the relationship goes beyond the professional.

Joanne Barnes was lonely.

Perhaps she was looking for a special relationship.

Perhaps she found it. But it was not me.

You had sex with Joanne.

GASPS

She got pregnant.

Was that why you attacked her ?

Why you stuffed her full of paracetamol, poured gin down her, defiled her body ?

Because she was a danger to all this ? Your church ? Your power?

I drove Joanne Barnes home.

And on the basis of this, I'm being accused of rape and murder.

I didn't hear any mention of rape.

I had no relationship with Joanne.

Then who did ?

You know who did, you had him in custody.

Dean Saunders. That vicious little psychopath.

This man is desperate, because he had the real killer in custody but made a mess of things.

You drove him to his death in a police cell.

Do not project your guilt onto me.

I conceal nothing.

Dean Saunders didn't write that graffiti on her. You did.

What were you thinking of when you wrote all that graffiti over her body ?

The instant before the universe began – the chaos beyond the Planck wall.

A boiling mass of space and time. No law, no meaning, no past, no future.

The instant the universe was created

The beginning and end of life. Sex and death – your obsession.

You see sex in death and death in sex, and beyond that... nothing.

That's what your equations tell me, Kenneth. You've got no belief in God

< Thank you, Dr Fitzgerald.

< Let us continue.

"And it shall come to pass that he that is left in Zion...

You're having a crisis of faith, Kenneth. >

God or nothing, you can't have both.

..even everyone that is written as living in Jerusalem."

I believe.

< I believe.

I believe.

I believe.

I will extol Thee, O Lord.

Your religion is a sham, an act of theatre for your dreams of power.

Until one day, you start to lose control.

That Godlike demeanour starts to deconstruct, and what have you got left ?

A desperate grope and a hopeless shag in a Godless universe.

"The voice said,...

..Cry."

"And he said, What shall I cry ?"

O, merciful and forgiving God, cleanse our sins.

You are made holy by absolving me.

Raise your spirits and forgive.

Forgive. Forgive !

They cannot absolve you till you confess. Confess to me.

Say it. I'11 forgive you.

I did it. ^

I tormented her, I disgraced her. >

I cleansed her and sent her to her God.

And Norma ?

Michael !

Yes.

And Virginia ?

Yes.

And Kenneth ?

Yes.

He's a liar !

And Dean ?

No !

They wanted me to dispose of Joanne. Package her.

I asked Dean to help, he let her go.

I knew he would. He'd not hurt anyone. Never Joanne.

Dean was absolutely innocent. He always was.

And you'd be prepared to make a statement to that effect ?

Oh, yes.

What made you so sure ?

About what ?

That he'd crack.

I wasn't. He didn't. >

He won't. >

He won't confess.

But we've got the statement.

He'll say it was Michael and Dean and nothing to do with him.

And the women will back him up.

They can't.

< They will.

< They will. Such is the power of faith. Or sex.

Michael will testify against them. It'll be their word against his.

D'you know what we need ?

A miracle.

You'll have to perform it yourself.

I know my limitations, Panhandle. What you see is what you get.

A sex god, but imperfect.

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