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# How much is that doggie in the window...

If you get paid, fine. If you don't, you've no rights.

You wouldn't have unprotected sex.

Unprotected? Yeah.

Bastard.

You killed Jean McIlvanney.

Joyce Watkins, prostitute.

Early twenties.

Fractures to the skull.

Traces of semen, so she had unprotected sex recently.

The difference is the chisel.

It was inserted prior to death, hence vaginal bruising.

I think she was killed by the same man as Jean McIlvanney.

That's impossible.

ENGAGED TONE

They may induce it unless it happens soon, and there's no sign of that.

There's someone at the door. I'll call you back.

Hello. Hello.

Fitz?

MUFFLED: Hello?

You're wanted.

He's sitting on the loo, picking out horses.

You can't help picture it, can you?

No.

Can we talk some time?

Fitz has got my number. Face to face.

I'm not ready for that just yet.

Yeah?

Beam me up, Scotty.

It's a DNA report.

On the top, semen from the first victim.

On the bottom, the second. They match.

The same man killed both women.

How d'you murder a woman from behind bars?

Voodoo?

She dragged herself to the stairs, fell down the lot.

The chisel? Found it on the stairs.

Two cups.

Any prints? Just one set.

The victim's.

What do you want from me?

Can I have what's left of my husband now you're done?

Yes.

Have you done with him? It's over?

Why don't you ask Fitz? I'm asking you.

You think you hold all the cards.

You're the loyal wife, I'm the marriage wrecker.

That's bullshit. You weren't around. You'd gone.

We didn't know you were pregnant.

We did absolutely nothing wrong.

Is it over?

Yes.

I was only interested in his body.

You know, I never thought I'd hear myself say this.

There's a certain poetic justice to it.

To your rape, I mean.

David Harvey killed the first woman, that's clear.

The man who killed the second must be someone Harvey confided in.

(MOUTHS)

Women used to fight over me once.

Really?

Send the head in and everything. The loser got me.

Who would you confide in?

Your priest, your brother.

What are the odds against two men having comparable DNA?

Pretty long, right?

Unless the two men are brothers - a lot shorter.

His brother's a Catholic priest.

D'you get on well with Father Michael?

Yes.

D'you mind? Yes, I do, actually.

Does your husband get on okay with him?

They're brothers. So were Cain and Abel.

Trust each other? Yes.

Wouldn't hide anything from each other?

No.

You must resent that.

Sometimes.

Does he visit prostitutes?

He's a priest. He's human.

I know you. And people like you.

One priest makes a mistake and you think they're all like that.

A mistake? You call murder a mistake?

Murder?

Yes.

You think Michael could kill someone?

Yes.

Does he visit prostitutes? No.

You don't owe Michael anything.

Your husband used prostitutes. He didn't.

He had unprotected sex. Spent money.

He would've told his priest. They hid nothing from each other.

Michael has known all these years, but never told you.

Excuse me.

Does he visit prostitutes?

Yes.

Now excuse me, I must go to church.

Me too. Even money the roof falls in

Light a candle for Peter.

Do it.

(Sorry.)

I've known her husband for twenty years. Wouldnae harm a fly.

And his brother?

Father Michael?

D'you start with the big sins or the little ones?

It's very common, Jimmy.

For the rapist to blame the victim.

I'm going to get promotion, Jimmy.

D.I.

And when I do...

..I'm going to have you running round like a blue-arsed fly.

I'm going to make your life...

..a misery.

D'you know what day it is?

Wednesday.

It's Bilborough's birthday.

If you sign that, I'll pretend you remembered.

It might cheer Catriona up a bit.

It used to be in the dark.

The priest running his fingers through his hair.

Dandruff in a shaft of light.

Things have changed. Vatican Two.

Ah.

Head and Shoulders.

Oh, yes.

What can I do for you?

I want to take communion at Mother's funeral.

Your mother would have liked that.

There's a few stains on my soul.

It won't be a damp sponge job. Sandblasting, more like.

I thought communion didn't matter.

It doesn't.

Why bother with this, then?

You did too good a job on me when I was a kid.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It is thirty-odd years since my last confession.

May God help you confess your sins with true sorrow.

Sorrow?

Ah. The first's adultery and I'm not at all sorry.

What's that worth? A novena? It was well worth it.

Does your wife know?

Yes, I am sorry about that. I'm sorry I hurt my wife.

Anything else?

I drink too much.

I smoke too much.

I gamble too much. I am too much.

I know. Your mum worried about you.

Yeah. If a priest isn't worthy of being a priest, am I still absolved?

Yes.

The bread will still become the body of Christ?

Yes.

Even if... what? The priest's involved in murder?

Yes.

God won't punish you for the sins of your priest.

You don't like prostitutes.

Prostitution. You despise them?

They sell sex. They sell something sacred.

You've a lot in common, then.

But prostitutes sell it cheap, £20, £30 a time.

But you traded a car, a job, a house, clothes on your back, food in your belly.

You romanticise prostitutes, Eddie.

Fitz.

They're just out there to put food in their kid's belly.

Yes. How do punters pay them?

Their wives go short and their kids hungry.

Prostitutes take money from other women, not men.

Did you tell David that to make him feel better about Jean McIlvanney?

Why do you drink?

I'm easily bored.

Bullshit.

So many drunks tell me that.

You drink because you despise yourself or others around you.

Or you've a sexual or psychological problem.

I think you're a murderer.

You want to convince me it's psychological.

I'm serious.

I couldn't even murder a pint. I could never do what he did.

What did he do?

He murdered someone.

You implied something else.

I didn't. You did.

'I could never do what he did.' It implies he defiled the body somehow.

Did he?

Yes. How did you know?

I didn't. The police said it was a brutal murder. That implies things.

All murders are brutal.

Do you think you were a good son?

He did this.

And this.

And he did this.

You think I'm capable of that?

Yes.

Yet you'd let me bury your mother?

She's dead.

You're gonna put her in a hole in the ground tomorrow, that's all.

How do I know it was you?

I'll tell you your first mistake. You despise the church.

You had tea, milk and two sugars. I know you take two.

Joyce wouldn't give a punter tea. She gets them out fast.

You went for a chat. She knew. How did she know that?

Cos you were in your dog collar. Your second mistake?

People who despise the church don't worry me. Some are bored.

But if people despise it, it must really matter.

There were no fingerprints on the cup, saucer or spoon.

You wore gloves.

You'll come back to us.

When you can't take the booze any more...

..or there's a lump that won't go.

A prostitute was murdered just down the road.

She's sitting there with a man in gloves.

Joyce must've felt very safe.

He was wearing a dog collar.

Joyce? Yes.

Not Jean. Another woman? Yes.

Recently? Oh, you're good.

Whilst my brother was behind bars?

Yes.

God, Father of mercy, through the death and resurrection -

The dog collar's a tourniquet really

When you take it off the blood starts pumping.

Send the Holy Spirit amongst us for the forgiveness...

May God give you pardon and peace.

I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father... Thank you.

They're lovely.

How's it been? Today, I mean.

Surviving. People have been round.

CHILD'S LAUGHTER

(HYPERVENTILATES)

It's his brother. It's not David, it's John. It's his brother.

(PANTING HEAVILY)

Are you okay?

Are you living with someone?

John.

His brother?

He moved in four weeks ago.

He'll never take David's place.

Hello, Maggie.

All his pay slips.

He's lied to me for years.

He's earned £50, £60, £70 a week more than he told me.

He spent it all on prostitutes.

Filthy, pox-ridden prostitutes.

Not using anything and coming home stinking of them.

Did you kill Joyce Watkins?

Not a speck of dust. I keep this house shining.

He treads all their filth through my house.

You're not even surprised by the question.

Did you kill Joyce Watkins?

Why would I kill her?

I've been trying to work that out.

The only thing I can think is to get David out of jail.

Killing in the same way, so they'd have to let him go.

There's hate. Maybe I hated her.

And there's guilt.

If I hadn't taken his money, she'd be alive and I'd have known nothing.

I've learned to live with guilt, and you have too.

If you can live with the death of a child you can live with anything.

Thousands of pounds.

I'd wait an hour in the supermarket to buy food past its sell-by date.

They'd look at me and know why I was waiting.

And he's spending thousands on prostitutes. And you knew.

I didn't.

Get out of my house.

Can you explain? I don't have to explain.

A second identical murder. It's an ongoing investigation.

Why has it been kept secret? The police have said nothing.

It's a very serious matter.

We're talking murder.

You've put an innocent man in jail.

How did you find out about it? You put all women in danger.

Answer the question, Mrs Harvey. How did you find out about it?

Make her a cup of tea, Jane. I don't want a bloody cup of tea.

I'd like to see my husband, please.

That's impossible, at the moment.

How did you find out?

He told Michael. Michael told me.

I'm not a lawyer but I am going to get one.

You've got some explaining to do.

A second identical murder.

DOORBELL

What d'you want, Jimmy?

Can I sleep here? I mean, spend the night?

It's my busy time, sweetheart.

I'll pay you.

I just don't want to be alone.

Look, there's a maniac on the loose, don't take this personally.

Hello? "Paula, it's Denise."

"I've let Jimmy Beck in." Right.

Bye.

Right.

Now, where were we?

(LAUGHS)

This is evidence.

This is a dying man's statement.

He knew he was dying.

And he still... did the job.

That makes my mistake worse.

If it had led to the death of a man no better or worse than me...

..that'd be bad enough.

But to know he was ten times the man I'll ever be.

# "AMAZING GRACE"

At least she didn't die of anything serious.

# By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes

# Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond

# Where I and my true love were ever wont to gae

# On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

# Oh, ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road

'# And I'll be in Scotland... #'

The sister-in-law's taking his car. What do I do? Over.

"Stay there. We'll watch the priest"

Blessed are the poor, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice...

..for they shall be satisfied.

The body of Christ.

Amen.

The body of Christ. Amen.

The body of Christ. Amen.

Are you following me, love? Yes.

I need a bit of advice.

I've four kids and no husband, I need the money.

You want to go on the game? Yes.

Drive a car like this?

It's my brother-in-law's. He's a priest.

Priests make good customers. Can you spare five minutes?

It won't take five minutes. You're too old to learn.

I'd like to start with my dad, really.

Every other week my dad worked nights.

Twelve hours a night, seven nights a week.

As a kid I quite looked forward to that.

It meant he came home before we got up.

The fire was lit, the lights were on and the cockroaches had disappeared.

Yup. And, erm...

I'd watch him going to work and coming home from work.

Always turned up the money each week

I'd think, 'Why does he do it?'

'Why doesn't he leave us and spend his hard-earned money on himself?'

But I never thought that about Mum.

She was always part of us.

It was always me and Danny and Mum.

A love so... solid that you could take it for granted.

Example.

One night there was a boxing match on TV.

It was, umm...

Brian London and Floyd Patterson.

Brian London and Floyd Patterson, that's right.

We snuck downstairs to watch.

We were in the lobby, watching through the crack in the door.

They were watching in comfort while it was freezing out in the lobby.

The fire was blazing and I knew that if I opened the door...

..she would understand how much we wanted to watch.

And I did. I pushed the door and she looked.

Dad started shouting at us and Danny was giving me daggers.

And she said, 'Okay, but off to bed as soon as it's finished.'

I just knew she was gonna say that, I just knew that.

She wasn't one for rational analysis.

She preferred a row, right?

And I remember a particular one.

She woke up after a night out and found she'd lost her false teeth.

She accused my dad of hiding them out of spite.

They never spoke for two whole days.

A while later she found them in her pillow slip.

At times like these you dearly wish there was a heaven.

You dearly wish you believed there was a heaven. And I don't.

But if there is one she'll be there, glasses on, tongue sticking out,...

..with the racing page open, picking out the winners.

Fifi ze French maid.

Noreen the nubile nun.

Nicky the naughty night nurse.

Prim Miss Parsons who smacks her naughty boys' bums.

Susie the sexy schoolie.

Did he like that?

Shirley Temple?

Yes. I'd sing 'How Much is That Doggie'. This is the wig.

# How much is that doggie in the window?

# The one with the waggly tail?

# How much is that doggie in the window?

# I do hope that doggie's for sale #

(KNOCKS)

Paula?

Paula, you okay?

You okay?

I'm fine.

On its own, number nine.

All the fours, 44.

Sweatin' a bit there, kid.

Two and three, 23.

Two little ducks, 22.

ALL: Quack, quack.

Thank you, quackers.

Seven and six, 76.

Major's Den, number ten.

ALL: Get him out.

BECK INTO RADIO: He's out.

He's not wearing his collar.

He's going down Bateman Street.

# They were going to hold a party on the Golden Jubilee

# And Kate, says she, to Pat McGee, come listen here to me

# Put on your old knee breeches and your coat of emerald green...

(SINGING CONTINUES)

You hated her. I didn't.

You sneered at her. I didn't. Katie, get your jacket.

You'd laugh at the way she got everything on tick.

Out of the catalogue, you found it amusing.

What'll you do about the house?

You treated her like a client.

You never saw her in five months. You know why?

I wasn't there to remind you.

You can't blame me for anything.

Grief's hard at the best of times, but if you feel as guilty as sin...

..it must be unbearable.

Bye, Danny.

D'you want this number in case?

No, I don't think it'll ever come.

You know why it won't come out?

It took a peek at your father and said, 'No, thanks.'

You're doing 60. 'I don't want that.'

You're doing 60.

I know I'm doing 60. I feel like it.

SIREN

(AGONISING GASPS)

I hope you've got a good excuse.

The best.

I'm in labour.

Right. Don't worry.

Follow me, love. All right?

PENHALIGON INTO RADIO: I think he wants to go in.

She's not letting him.

He's going back to the car.

# I've seen the broad Atlantic where once more he ranged too long

You're a snob.

I knew we'd get to that eventually.

D'you recognise any of these people?

'Stick to your roots.'

You grew up with them.

'The salt of the earth.' You've not spoken to them.

You stayed, right? That's the point you're making.

Upright pillar of the community.

You know why you stayed? I'll tell you why!

You didn't have the money to go, you hypocrite!

Pa's birthday. You said you'd ring.

She waited all day for you to ring. It broke her heart.

She went out. When she came back I said you'd rung.

I'd say you'd come when she was out. That you were sorry to miss her.

I'd have to make things up. She'd ask me what you were up to.

I was doing it all the time.

That time in the lobby. I knew why you pushed the door.

You don't have a monopoly on feelings. I know why.

I was enjoying it.

Watching Ma and Pa, knowing they didn't know we were there.

That's why I gave you daggers.

I wasn't even watching the fight!

I was watching Ma and Pa.

(SOBS)

You want another drink?

Do I look like I need another?

Let's put in the bookie's window again.

It's reinforced glass.

He's going into 32 Parnaby Street.

(RINGS DOORBELL)

Denise Fletcher? Yeah?

BOTH: # Do you think I would leave you dying

I'll phone the police, I warn you.

# When there's room on my horse for two?

DRUNKEN SHOUTING AND LAUGHING

Why?

I'm sorry?

Why are you giving your money away?

They could do with it.

We could all do with it.

Jesus, I'm bleeding.

No. No! Aargh!

You are knicked. What for?

For stealing the altar wine.

It's coming from upstairs. Paula!

No! No! No!

Jesus Christ.

I got hit by a mobile phone.

A bit more mobile than I thought it was.

Oh, God.

What are you doing?

Oh God, yes, of course.

You're all right. Wonderful.

I'm a seed pod. I'm a bloody seed pod. Tell me I am.

You are, you're a seed pod. I love you. You are.

It's like shelling peas. Mother Earth. I am Mother Earth.

That's right, that's it.

D'you still think God's a woman?

Gas and air?

Just breathe on me, that'll do.

You were pissed at Mark's and Katie's births. You're pissed now.

At least I'm consistent. That's it. Come on.

We can see the baby's head.

We can see the baby's head.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on. Just breathe away.

We can see it, we can see it.

Are you crying? No, I'm not.

Cheap sentimentality.

It isn't.

That's all right.

This baby means something? Everything.

Everything?

Promise you won't gamble again.

If you can't, it's cheap sentimentality.

What you despise most of all.

Gambling hurts me, hurts my children

If this baby means so much, promise you won't gamble again.

I promise I'll never gamble again. Now come on!

Massive damage to the skull.

Heavy metal instrument.

Chisel inserted into the vagina.

Same MO as the others. Same man, I'd reckon.

Time of death?

She's been dead for a few hours.

That puts the priest in the clear.

A lovely baby boy. Give him to me.

I'll inject your leg now.

Give him to me, give him to me.

Congratulations.

Fitz, oh, Fitz, he's lovely.

Well done, well done.

Two cups of tea.

What are you doing? Nothing.

Did you know this girl?

No. Er... I may have nicked her once or twice.

Have you been here recently? No.

Why's your name on the pad? I don't know.

You were about to take it.

I wasn't. Look...

Can I get some air?

Yeah. I'll see you down the nick.

One of ye all. C'mon, get in there.

Yeah, c'mon.

Smile. I'm smiling.

I don't think he wants to.

He's beautiful. Thank you.

D'you want me?

Yes.

Right.

I won't be away long.

Bye.

He's lovely.

He's got a fair-sized willy too.

Never mind, he's got your eyes.

Seven pound, twelve ounces.

That's the whole baby, not just the willy.

You'd better come up with something. I can't think.

What? A woman's murdered and your name's on her pad.

I can't come up with anything. KNOCKING

Come in!

Oh, God Almighty.

No. Fitz, actually.

Look. The girls look after each other.

If they have a client, they ring a mate and give the bloke's name.

So?

I went to see Denise Fletcher.

Jane.

What for? I had to ask her some questions.

She must have phoned Paula.

You can check the calls.

How long were you there? A few hours.

A few hours? Did she stutter?

I had a lot of questions.

What? 'How are you fixed?'

It was strictly professional.

Hello, Denise.

I'm really sorry about Paula.

If we were middle-class women you'd have him by now.

Was Jimmy Beck with you last night? For you it's street cleansing.

Knocking us off one by one, doing you a favour.

Was Jimmy Beck with you last night?

No.

He told us he was. I just want to confirm it.

Yeah.

How long for? All night.

Did you phone Paula, give her Jimmy Beck's name?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Denise? What?

Did he hurt you?

Jimmy Beck?

Yeah.

He didn't do anything.

He needed company.

He's a sad bastard.

Five hundred?

Yeah.

There was £500 in the poor box.

It was my own money.

So you were gonna give £500 of your own money to two kids?

Their mother had been murdered. They had no one.

Saint Michael.

Hardly.

You put business their way, don't you?

Sorry, I don't follow. You. You go with prostitutes.

For God's sake.

Maggie told us.

And you believed her. Why should she lie?

She didn't even know her husband used prostitutes.

How would she know if I did?

So you're confirming her husband did go with prostitutes?

I didn't say that. You did.

It's never been established before. We're very grateful.

I am a celibate priest.

There are one or two of us still around.

I do not go with prostitutes.

You're free to go now, Father. Thank you.

You followed me.

I had to.

You believed I was capable of murder

You're free to go now. Thank you.

Are you totally bloody stupid?

Keep tabs on Holy Joe.

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