Original subtitles

'I'd been naughty, cheeky.'

'He smacked me round the back of my legs.'

My father had never hit me before.

I grinned !

He was so angry, and I wanted the dad I knew, not this angry man,...

..and that's why I grinned, but that just made him madder,...

..and he smacked me again,...

..and I cried then,...

..which is what I should have done first, because he stopped then.

Why am I telling you this ?

Because when that man was raping me, hurting me,...

..I grinned.

I did it to make him like me, so he wouldn't hurt me as much.

But he just hurt me even more !

And it made me think of my dad,...

..and that time he smacked my legs !

Do you want me to respond to that ?

If you want to, yeah.

My son didn't rape you.

I know. The man who raped me was white.

Then why tell me that ?

Because your son's put other women through that.

He hasn't !

You're sure ? Positive ?

Yes.

Mrs Malcolm, I could bring in a dozen rape victims.

They'd reduce you to tears. Where is he ?

My son's innocent.

So what have you to fear ?

He's innocent. But... he's not white

So being innocent isn't gonna help.

That's rubbish.

It isn't.

If your son's innocent I will prove it, I promise that.

If he's guilty he must be caught before he rapes, kills again !

I lied because he asked me to.

We're investigating three rapes and a murder !

I didn't know that !

And you're telling a pack of lies !

I didn't know it was rape and murder ! I'm innocent !

What d'you think ?

Booked holidays for next year ?

No.

Floyd said you were driving the cab!

I lied !

That cab was seen at a house where a woman was murdered by a young black.

What'll I do ?

About 25 years.

I mean now.

What d'you want me to do right now ?

It can't be easy knowing that this monster came out of your womb.

I'm sorry, did that hurt you ?

You're not sorry.

Supposing I said monsters are not born, they're made ? Would that hurt more ?

Yeah.

Who turns a child into a monster, if not the person with most influence — his mother ?

Yes.

Every rapist and killer in the world blames their mother, Mrs Malcolm.

And they're all talking bullshit.

But that doesn't help, does it ?

No.

Because you still feel guilty.

Yes.

Where's the scar ?

What scar ?

The man we're seeking has a scar, which is why he wears a mask.

If Floyd has no scar, he's not the man we want.

That's good news, isn't it ?

Oh, please. Don't toy with me.

Pardon ?

You know he's scarred !

Emotionally, of course.

Not just emotionally ?

Would you like Sergeant Beck to leave ?

Yeah, I would.

Would you leave us, please, Jimmy ?

So where's the scar ?

He got in a bath when he was nine.

Scalded ?

Scalded I could live with.

D'you have kids ?

Two, yeah, a boy and a girl.

No.

Both still at home ?

Yes.

Your son wants to be like you ?

Right now he wants to kill me, but yes, there was a time he wanted to be like me.

Floyd wanted to be like me.

So he got into a bath of bleach when he was nine years old.

I mean, your kid has an accident, it's bad enough.

The guilt, the pain.

But when your son deliberately sits in bleach,...

..and you see what he's done to himself,...

..and he looks at you and says, 'I wanna be like you.'

I mean, can you imagine what...

He's got a friend called Gerry. Gambier Road.

Police. Open that. Shut that.

(SINGING)

D'you do requests ?

Right, call Mark !

Mark !

He's busy.

Judith, you are pregnant !

I'm OK !

You are not !

I'm carrying the equivalent of a seven-pound penalty.

I'm still at the bottom of the handicap, and you are still at the top.

Where did you learn language like that ?

Come on.

RINGS DOORBELL

Hello.

What do you want ?

Can I speak to your dad, please ?

Someone from Age Concern (!)

Eh ?

Hello ?

It's Jane, isn't it ?

Yes.

Would you like a drink ?

Yes.

Yes ?

She had a stall outside the hospital

She sold beautiful flowers.

Thanks.

She's not there now ?

Oh, she is.

The hospital isn't.

We've got Floyd.

Right ! Right, I'd better get down to the station, then.

I'll wait in the car.

Bye. Bye.

You don't mind, I've got to...

You're screwing her.

I was, yes.

Mark knows ?

Yes.

So it has been here, in our house.

In that bed.

Our house ?! You've been trying to sell our house ! Don't give me that crap!

She's young.

Yes.

Beautiful.

Yes.

Is her father still alive ? No.

Am I a father substitute ? Probably.

You get a four-eyed wanky therapist, and I get a sexbomb. Fair ? No.

Is it going to last ? No.

Am I flattered ? Positively, definitely yes, yes !

Have I missed something out ?

Do you love her ?

I'm sorry you found out this way. I was gonna tell you.

Get in.

OPERA

OFF

Let me explain, will you ?

PUTS MUSIC ON LOUDER

Would you like to slow down ?

Slow down, please !

Please slow down.

Look at the road !

For God's sake, look where you're going ! Please !

Look where you're going ! For God's sake !

I'm allergic to accidents — they bring me out in bumps !

Please look where you're going !!

Hi.

I'm Fitz.

I've heard you on the radio.

I know. You phoned me.

Not me.

No, you used a phoney accent.

This is DS Penhaligon. PC Skelton.

Sit down.

I don't think you two are gonna hit it off.

No.

I met your mother.

Yeah ?

She's white.

Yeah ? She's white (!)

So what ? She's white.

I was wrong about you. I thought you'd be scarred.

You wear a mask, so the mask was better than the face God gave you.

But it's a nice face.

Thank you.

But it's black.

You've noticed (!)

You wear it to cover your black face ?

Look, what is all this about a mask ? I don't wear one.

I recommend you should wear one, but I don't need one. OK ?

I wasn't that far wrong, though. I mean, you are scarred.

Am I ?

Yeah, you sat in a bath of bleach when you were a boy.

It's a birthmark. You're lying.

It's a birthmark.

You're lying !

Were there fat kids at school ? Fat boys, layers of white flesh ?

Hmm ? Why didn't they pick on them ?

They were fat, they could diet, do something. Not you.

Nothing you could do about the colour of your skin. You felt that.

I know you felt that, because I was that fat boy.

I'd hear the black boys say it.

'Don't pick on me — pick on the fat boy !'

I know what it feels like.

I know what that pressure can lead to. Boys getting into baths of bleach.

I'd want revenge, too !

What society drives a boy into a bath of bleach ?

Yeah ?

Stuart Barlow ?

Young lad, up front for Everton ?

He hasn't got a nickname.

He has. Jigsaw.

Go on.

Goes to pieces in the box.

Get off that horse.

The hell I will !

Get off it before I break your neck!

What's the problem ?

It's a present, right ?

For Bilborough's baby.

I didn't know.

Hey, I had no idea !

He's off his rocker.

We'd like you to confess.

We'll tell the judge you co-operated

And he'll let me off with a fine ?

Not quite.

How does it feel to stalk someone ?

How would I know ?

He's out there, stalking somebody. How does he feel ?

I haven't got a clue.

It's hypothetical. What are you scared of ?

Nothing.

He's stalking somebody. How does he feel ?

A bit of a commando.

Battle of wits ?

Yeah.

Hmm.

He sees her. He's watching her, right ?

He thinks she's leading him on. She wants it. And she'll get it, little bitch, stringing him along.

Possibly.

And why does he do it ?

He's black ?

Yeah.

Why does he do it ?

You think he's letting the side down ?

Sit down.

All that sucking up to white friends — all wasted, cos a big black man's raped their women !

Sit down.

What do you dread most, eh ?

You and every other white man ?

Your nice white wife getting raped by a big — I mean a big — black man.

It's a pile of crap.

I know it, he knows it.

But it's there, yeah ? And it's there, right ?

And maybe, maybe that's why he does it.

He rapes white women as revenge against white men ?

Possibly.

So he's homosexual ?

No.

I've got a patient, Floyd.

He can only make love to other men's wives. Single woman, he can't do it.

Married women — wham bam, thank you, ma'am !

Likes to do it in the other guy's sitting room, wash in his bathroom.

He's screwing the other guy !

I'm not a queer.

Who's talking about you ?

You say he rapes white women as revenge against white men. Wee problem.

He rapes a black woman, too.

He doesn't.

Two years ago. Bernadette.

Dragged her into the stream. Why do that ?

Don't know. I reckon he was practising his technique.

Possibly.

Know what that tells me ? He despises his colour.

A black woman means nothing. Practice. A white woman's the prize.

That's what you and the police think

He raped black women because the police don't bother if the victim's black.

You're looking for a man who's proud of his colour.

Women.

What ?

You said black women.

So Bernadette wasn't the only one ?

And a man who's proud of his colour? Like you ?

Yeah.

Not me.

Somebody like me.

Always been proud to be black ?

Yes. Even when you sat in the bleach ?

You've rationalised it now.

White society put you in that bath, but at the time,...

..you pathetic bastard, you despised your colour.

You can't forget it because of the scars. A permanent reminder.

And who sees those scars ? This is the really sad bit.

Who sees those scars ?

Every woman you sleep with.

Yes, please ?

Barbara Charles from Aldridge, Bevan and Charles. You have my client.

Hang on a moment, please.

Are you going to head them off at the pass ?

How did we find you ? Hmm ?

I don't know.

Your mother told us where you'd be.

Yeah ?

Hmm. Wonder why she told us.

For your sake ?

No ?

I know what you're thinking, Floyd. Look at me.

Look at me.

She told you cos she's white !

Yeah.

That's what I'm thinking. She...

This guy's raping white women, yeah? Women like her.

When it comes down to it, it's her colour !

It's her colour even before her own son, it's her colour ! White !

It's all falling into place.

You come home from school, taunts ringing in your ears.

This white woman pretends to love you !

How can she, when you despise yourself ? Lying bitch !

It's right !

My client was at home.

His family backs that up. Wilson Parry admitted driving the cab.

Which he's denied.

Tough. You have no ID, no forensic, so why the hell are you holding my client ?

Would you like some tea ?

I'd like to see my client.

'Wait till your father gets home.' She can just twist him round her little finger.

He gets home, and she starts acting, performing.

She's giving it everything she's got.

It's all to get him to hit me.

And he hits me.

But that's not enough — no, she carries on, making what I've done ten times as bad,...

..and it's all to get him to hit me again and again and again !

I'm on your side, Floyd. I understand that anger.

You understand nothing, man.

You're white.

I'm not looking at a black man. I'm looking at a killer.

I understand killers, the rage that drives men to kill. And rape.

We haven't told the husbands we've got a black man — we know what it'll do.

But you want them to know. So you must confess.

They have to know it was a black man who raped their wives to know that the myth has come true.

That myth that we've fostered for years — white men like me — it's suddenly happened !

Tell me you did it, Floyd.

Your brief's here.

Ryan, I baptise you in the name of the Father, and of the Son...

..and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Amen.

ORGAN

# Dear Lord and Father of mankind...

It's a symbol, Jimmy.

You're to make sure Ryan sees the light, supports City, not United.

Ryan, go in peace and the Lord be with you. Amen.

# In purer lives Thy service find,

# In deeper reverence praise.

# In simple trust...

I had him on the point of confessing !

Don't mess with a lawyer like her ! She saw the Chief Super —

Two minutes !

I had to let him go !

He's ever so slightly wound up (!)

We're watching him.

Looks like David, doesn't he ?

The horse ? Yeah.

He's the image of him.

Does it help ?

Yeah.

Catriona, there's something I've got to tell you.

What is it ?

I... I miss him.

I dream about him.

That helps, too.

Tango Four to Control. I'll take the back alley.

I didn't know she was pregnant.

It was as much of a shock to me as it did to you.

I've slept with her once in six months.

Made a couple of dirty phone calls, mind you, but I'm discounting that.

It doesn't matter.

You're right when you say I'll do nothing. But I'll —

But I'll do nothing because I don't know what to do.

I never meant to hurt you.

It doesn't matter, for God's sake !

Everything else pales into insignificance. Even you.

I have been raped !

What's wrong ? Jimmy ?

What's wrong ?

Jimmy ?

She said she dreams about him.

I felt like saying, 'I have nightmares, love !'

He's blaming me.

He's bleeding to death, and he's blaming me !

He said, 'I want you to get the bastard, Jimmy.'

'For me and Catriona, get the bastard.'

Jimmy...

Skelly, he's out.

Tango Four to Control.

We're following along Robson Street towards Marchington Road.

Yo, Donald !

That's not him.

It's not Floyd !

Tango Four to Control, we've lost him.

You followed the wrong man ?!

It was his clothes. They swapped.

Gormless pillocks ! Brain donors !

He won't rape without transport. Check his minicab.

Don't you think we're checking it ? Think we're as thick as these two ?

Any vehicle stolen today, I wanna know !

And you, did you speak to him ?

Who ?

The fella you did follow !

No, sir, no.

Don't you think you should ?

Find out what Floyd's wearing.

Sir.

Go on. Piss off !

Previous victims.

What about 'em ?

This guy's organised.

Won't strike at random, he's not in the mood to stalk, so — previous victims.

Check that out as well, Jimmy, OK ?

Anything else ?

Are you OK ?

Yes, sir.

IGNITION FAILS

ENGINE STARTS

LOUD TECHNO MUSIC

Can you —

Oh... Hello.

Er, Karen.

Judith.

Can you lower that please, Mark ?

Can I get you anything ?

Mark, can you turn that down ?

Yeah, in a minute.

Er, we're just going upstairs for a bit.

To play some music.

What ?

Be responsible.

Don't be cheeky !

Are you accusing me of rape ?!

I got into a bloody car —

Are you accusing me of rape ?

Yes.

We've worked together —

I got into a car with a bag around my wrist. You didn't ask why!

It was none of my business.

You didn't ask because you knew.

It was none of my business !

You drove straight to Belle Vale. How did you know the way ?

I'd been there before.

You're lying.

A rape victim lives there.

I've checked with her.

She never set eyes on you till the reconstruction in the park.

Are you serious ?!

Yes !

You believe I could rape you ?

Yes, I do.

All right. Let's have this out in front of the boss.

Then I'll take any test you like, DNA, whatever.

But let's have this out in front of the boss.

Right.

OK.

For God's sake, woman !

You wanted to see me, sir ?

Yeah, shut the door, love. Sit yourself down.

I've got the lab report.

Yes ?

The slides are blank. Every single one of them.

I don't believe it !

There's two explanations.

One, there's been a mistake, and two, no rape took place.

I was raped.

OK, then there's been a mistake.

Who sent the swabs off ?

The exhibits officer.

Jimmy Beck ?

Yeah. Look, Jimmy Beck's an experienced copper.

He doesn't make mistakes with evidence.

No, sir (!)

So ?

Beck raped me, sir.

I never heard that.

Detective Sergeant Beck raped me, sir.

You've got evidence ?

He smokes, drinks whisky, uses the right aftershave, handled the slides

That's not evidence.

He's destroyed the evidence.

A wild allegation !

No, sir ! It's a fact !

Get me some evidence, bring it to me, and I'll give you all the help I can.

But I'd like you to sleep on it first.

There's nothing to sleep on.

Oh, isn't there ?

Fancy life as a traffic warden, would you ?

I beg your pardon, sir ?!

Beck is liked. Allegations against a good copper. That's what they'll think !

I can live with that.

You can ! Your mates can't !

They'll be alone with you ! You might scream rape again !

I know it's bollocks, but that's how they'll see it.

You've done it to Beck — you could do it to any of them !

HORNS

Do you want some help ?

You can't leave it like this ! You gonna clear up, mate ?

When did you last see him ?

Malcolm. M-A-L-C-O-L-M. Floyd Malcolm.

You had a fight with him six months ago. It ended up in court.

We don't know he's gonna rape again. That's your guess.

He owns a minicab. He stole a car. Why ?

Because we're watching the minicab.

He doesn't want us watching, because he'll commit another crime !

Confirmed sighting on Bradbrook Rd.

If it's not a previous victim it'll be the wife of some man he's got a grudge against. A white man.

You OK ?

RINGING TONE

PHONE RINGING AND LOUD MUSIC

Hello.

Hi ! Are you OK ?

'Yes.'

Are you on your own ?

Well, Mark's here. Why ?

Just worried about you.

I'm not the first woman in history to be pregnant !

No.

I'll see you later.

Look, we've got to talk.

Yeah, I know that. Bye.

What's wrong ?

Nothing.

Where are you going ?

Give me that again.

Distance between the scene of crime: seven miles.

He's abandoned the Escort. Charlotte Road. Torched it.

Where ?

Charlotte Road.

That's my road.

Phone my wife.

PHONE AND LOUD MUSIC

Mark !

BOOMING MUSIC

(SCREAMING)

STOPS MUSIC

Did you hear something ?

Take the mask off !

Take the mask off, you !

Get out of my house !

You raise your voice and you're dead, man.

Take your hands off me, and get out of my house right NOW !

She Who Must Be Obeyed...

Get out of my house !

Rich middle-class white little bitch ! Gets her way !

Here's an uppity little nigger... She'll soon put him in his place !

Let me go.

No.

I'm pregnant.

Is it your husband's ?

Yes.

He writes books, doesn't he ?

Yes.

I know. I've seen them.

Books about people like me.

Yes !!

Why are you hurting me ?

It's nothing personal.

For God's sake !

It's your husband I wanna hurt.

It's locked !

I'm gonna go round the back !

Fitz !

What d'you want, Floyd ?

You'll write about me one day, won't you ?

Oh, yeah, sure.

I'll be a little chapter in one of your books.

An interesting case for white middle-class bastards like you to study.

I'm not middle class.

Well, I'm here now.

I'm not a chapter no more. I'm the real thing !

What do you want, Floyd ?

We're leaving.

No, you're not.

If you don't let me go, I'll kill her !

Kill her !

For God's sake, Fitz !

We've been married 20 years ! I'm sick of it. Kill her !

Stop it !

I've wished her dead many times. Never done anything.

I thought a wee accident...

You're lying, man.

I've dreamt about it.

I should have said, "Judith, it's finished."

You're lying !

It takes courage. I never had any.

So go ahead, go on, kill her, quickly...

..before my son smashes...

You vicious, evil bastard, you !

No ! No ! No !

It's all right, it's all right...

DIALLING

Police.

Put it down.

Put it down.

On your back.

On your back.

You're dead, Jimmy.

Suck it.

Don't speak with your mouth full. Suck it.

Smile.

Smile.

PHONE

Yes ?

Who is this, please ?

'Jane Penhaligon.'

'I need to speak to you.'

ITFC Subtitles BARBARA HUGHES