Original subtitles

Get him !

YELLING

Get his kecks off. Grab him !

Leave me alone ! What're you doin' ?

LAUGHING AND YELLING

Oi !

Get dressed.

I'll inform the canteen you'll be ten minutes late for break.

It was only a joke.

Only having a bit of fun.

Who are you ?

Bill Nash. I started yesterday.

Work Experience ?

You'd best learn to run faster or think faster.

OK ?

Go on.

You OK ?

How you doin', Jane ? I'm fine.

(AS SEAN CONNERY) For God's sake, Miss Moneypennyhaligon !

You sour-faced bimbo.

Fed up with the platitudes, aren't you ?

They blame you anyway.

You were there when he did it.

You didn't stop him jumping.

Say it. Out loud and be proud - I helped him to die.

The Eddie the Eagle of the Law Enforcement Agency.

'That's the copper's sister.'

This is private - I'll count to three !

Who took the picture of him jumping? Who printed that ?

You were there when my brother destroyed himself.

You know more about why he died than his family.

All we got were dental records and personal effects.

Save your arsehole questions. And be careful what you print.

I'll sue anyone who deviates from fact.

As the man said, the reception's private.

Thank you. Come on...

SHOUTED QUESTIONS

GAELIC MUSIC

Look, Aileen,...

..if I can do anything, anything at all, let me know.

Thank you.

Just water, thanks. You sure ?

My drink's more mature than the dead man.

He's not worth a good malt. Water.

His sister wants to talk to you.

Right. Double water.

Calm down, Jane. We're meant to be on duty after this.

We've got the press outside.

When you're ready.

He barely wrote.

He only called once in a blue moon. And never for long.

But your name came up most often.

I just wanted to put...

..a face to a friend.

To be honest, I imagined you were Austrian.

Fitz - Fritz. A shrink.

You obviously made an impact on him.

We talked at length about many things.

You behave yourself. It's a bloody funeral.

You didn't have to come. Oh, I did, sir.

I wanted to watch him burn.

(SLURRED) I was really disappointed to find it was a burial.

Skelton can take you home.

And one for yourself.

I'm not going anywhere.

I want promotion.

FACTORY WHISTLE

Hiya, sexy.

Forgotten something ?

I could do some overtime.

You're not on. Go home.

They'll be out of rolls. You won't do it.

TELEPHONE RINGS

I don't want details, Fitz. Not today.

Did Jimmy go wrong somewhere ?

Yeah.

Badly wrong ?

Yes.

Barrister ?!

So ?

He told me you were a nurse.

Did he ?

Good old Jimmy.

Will you have a drink with me, Fitz?

I'll have a double malt, thanks.

I deserve promotion at least.

Not because of what he did to me.

Because I've earned it ! Keep your voice down.

Stop telling me to shut up !

If I've something to say, I'll bloody well say it !

MUSIC STOPS All right ?!

Sorry, I have to go. Really nice to meet you.

(WHISPERS)

CONVERSATION RESUMES

She reminds me of you.

What I really want...

..is for you to take me home.

Put me in the shower...

..and dry my hair...

..and take me to bed with you.

TAXI PULLS UP

I can't do that.

What's this ? Mr Mothercare ?

Mr Children's bloody World ?

You don't buy that crap ? Pretending you wanted it ?

You can't fake that, Fitz. Not with me !

You gettin' in or what ?

It has nothing to do with that. Come on.

Come on then.

Come home with me. Prove it.

You're not ready.

Oh, is that right ?

Oh, piss off, Fitz. Just piss off !

Are you coming, love ?

Look after her.

BURGLAR ALARM

Two-four to Control. Over.

"Receiving. Over."

Keyholder's here. We might have a result.

Any assistance ? Over. "ETA ten minutes."

Mr Grady ? Yes. What d'you reckon ?

A window's broken by the loading bay They might still be there.

I'll check the offices.

Take a look at the storeroom.

What the hell are you doin' ?

Bill, you'd better start talkin'.

I'm on a ten o'clock curfew.

I got in at eleven. I got kicked out.

You didn't have to do overtime.

I wanted to.

All right, Mr Grady ?

Anything in there, sir ?

Sir ?

Nothing's been touched in here.

Are you on probation ?

No. Halfway house.

Halfway from what ?

Children's home.

Come on.

You'll have to kip on the sofa.

TAPPING

What you doin' now ?

Did you do this ? Don't touch that !

What kind of bird is it ?

It's called a lanner falcon.

Here.

Wish I could do something like this.

So do I.

A mate in Cyprus got me into it.

Were you in the army ?

You needn't be in the army to go to Cyprus.

Your sleeping bag has a serial number.

Did you ever have to kill anybody ?

Dozens.

If you really had, you wouldn't say.

You're not completely stupid, then.

Why'd you break into the factory ?

You knew it was alarmed.

I knew you had the keys.

You'd have to come and get me.

Get some kip.

You'll need your energy to look for digs tomorrow.

It's for you !

I think there's a protocol here.

'Thank you darling,' and a stiff drink.

If your mother's money meant sod all, how grateful can I be ?

Wrong.

Wrong. I put a deposit on it after our last big telephone bill.

I squandered money on it and we were really skint. As a present for you !

Shucks. You shouldn't have.

I phoned work.

I won't go in till this afternoon.

Don't worry. I'll cover for you.

Do you want to do something then ?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Stuart, I know you're there.

KNOCKING GETS LOUDER

I'm still waiting!

Rent!

I stuck it under your door on Friday

The rest!

What rest? You never cook breakfast.

She must be worth it. That's 30 quid. What do you mean ?

You're a nice bloke. I don't say you can't. But you pay for guests.

Got an hair dryer ? Now I say you can't.

Get the whore back where it belongs.

I want you both out of here. Now !

He's a mate I put up.

I'll give you 30 later. 60.

You what ? 60 ! I bet you don't charge that.

No, I don't like this at all. Shirtlifters under my roof.

He's a mate from work !

Oh ? See my feet ? I'm Sandie Shaw. Could you guess ?

You've only had a woman in here for half an hour. It's not normal.

Two minutes to leave or I call the police !

And you still owe me 60 !

Mrs Franklin, don't do that !

Mrs Franklin, listen ! Don't -

Don't touch me, you pervert !

What are you doin', you old cow ? We did nowt.

Oh, Jesus !

I'll have you, you little shit !

(God.)

Grady.

She's getting away, Grady.

I had to do it. She went for me.

Stop her ! Grady, help me.

Do something.

Grady !

Do something !

(GRUNTS)

It's only me, love.

If she'd called the cops, they'd have sent me back.

I can't go back. I'd be there till I was 18.

A year ?

You killed somebody for a year ?!

I stabbed her. You killed her.

I had twelve years of it. I'm not going back.

It's better than twelve years in prison !

THUMPING

Mary ?

DOOR RATTLING

Jesus ! Mary !

Help...

Help!

Help me!

Please! Somebody...

HELP!

Please... Help.

Shit!

Help.

HELP!

Hello? Please ! Somebody... Help!

Are you all right ?

Down here ! I'll get somebody !

That's it. Follow the blue flashing lights.

Wait here for me, will you ?

Meter's running, pal.

The husband's known to beat 'er up.

They started to divorce six months ago, but he moved back.

Is he capable of murder ?

Right...

Show me to it.

I can always get a hard-on for 30 pieces of silver.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

I'm a nurse ! I just got to bed.

If I don't answer, I don't want disturbing.

There's been an incident...

She was downstairs. Stabbed front, back and in the wrist.

He says he fell when he found her. I think he was trying to dump her.

Is that compulsory dress now in case the press turn up ?

Pathologists' luncheon.

Can I come in, please ?

Having taken a major wound - I'd guess to the front - she bled from the door to here.

There was a bad head injury. But a lot of blood in the basement.

Cellar. Sorry ?

Basements are American. We have damp cellars.

It's like saying 'deli' for 'pie shop'.

She was bleeding in the cellar,...

..so she was alive when she got dumped.

He's got previous for assaulting her ?

Two cautions, an injunction.

Do we know when this birthday was ?

We will.

An all-day job, eh ?

Sorry ?

Pathologists' lunch ?

With your rubber gloves and scalpels, dissecting the steaks...

..working out the time of death. You'd be surprised at what we cover.

I wouldn't, you know.

I've been knocking.

What ?

What's going on ? You are...?

Stuart Grady.

UNCHAINING DOOR

What's going on ?

There's been a murder, Mr Grady. Your landlady.

Mrs Franklin ?

How long you been here ?

I came last autumn. So about nine months.

No, today.

I've been here all morning.

I nipped out to the shop.

I saw her in the hall. She was fine.

And you heard nothing ?

Dad, where's me trainers ?

Where'd you leave 'em ?

All right ?

Thanks a lot. You were a big help.

Might he have heard something ?

He didn't hear you, did he ?

We're taking the husband in.

Just coming, Jane.

If we need a statement, when can we get you to answer the door ?

I'm a foreman at Cheltex.

I'm due in half an hour.

Can I go ?

Sure.

I didn't do anything !

My wife's been killed, you bastards!

POLICE SIREN

Watch your trolley. Sorry.

Ssh ! Ssh !

BABY CRIES

SOUND OF APPLAUSE

Put it there, boy.

Every man's fantasy - give the bitch what she really wants.

And finally - finally - prove who's boss !

Put her in the ground and say, 'I did it.'

Rot in gaol with other brave men.

I didn't do it.

You only beat her up - two, three times ?

March '94. Broke her nose and ripped her earrings out. Eight stitches.

Well, she came at me.

She was pissed. I didn't scare her.

She took an injunction out.

And then she took me back.

Why d'you think she did ?

Because she loved me. In your dreams, Phil !

You tried to convince her you'd changed - two, three times.

Then - surprise - you really did change because she had all the money.

No more gambling for you !

I don't gamble.

You were drinking up the mortgage.

No, it's all paid for.

Serious drinking, eh ? Franklin's flush.

Subbing the kitty, lots of pals up the pub ?

Enough.

Yeah, well, not any more.

Because you signed it all away in a moment of weakness. Without a fight.

She's squeezed your balls like a pair of lychees and you let her.

I know exactly why you killed her !

What do you get ? A crummy portable and sex when she says so ?

She has you overpowered with this, and this, and you gave your consent.

You don't have to tell me what I am!

And you needn't tell me what she is - was.

I went back because she wanted me to.

Yeah, but that was an error.

I stayed because I loved 'er ! Bollocks.

Look ! I even let 'em do this to me.

To stop drinking because I loved 'er.

An implant.

Sorry.

I preferred him when I thought he did it.

Here's your boyfriend, Linda.

Shall I pinch his arse as he comes past ?

See what he has in his lunch box.

Enough ! Linda !

Get your coat and your bag and piss off ! You're fired !

You can't sack her for that.

What've I done now ?

What you always do.

Take it a step too far !

It was a bit of fun.

You're always causing trouble ! I'm sick of warning you !

Now get your coat, get your bag and move !

Stuff your sodding job.

Grady !

She asked for it, always pissing about.

You can't stay here.

What are they paid for ?

Why did you do it ?!

Grady, we did it !

We did it !

Come on.

Where we going ?

City centre. And drive properly or you'll get pulled.

He's had one of those boozer's bricks put in.

He just has to sniff the stuff and he throws up.

And he'd need a litre of firewater before he could do anything like that.

So he's not capable of murder ?

Whatever.

We're looking for two people - and he is not one of them.

Russell bloody Grant again !

Nothing's straightforward with you, is it ?

I bet you even piss sideways !

The weapon went into the lung here.

But only just.

One went through the ribcage...

..and hit the back of the sternum. Made a mark.

That's a powerful blow.

Back of the ribcage to the sternum. Powerful man ?

Possibly.

The first one - the wrist - is accidental.

The frontal attack's a botched job.

Shallow by comparison.

So we're talking about two people ?

Anyone who can do that, won't muck up first time.

To quote a cynical Jock, 'The first cut is always the deepest.'

The last two wounds were driven, precise, to finish a botched job.

A more powerful assailant.

A man. Two killers.

Yeah ? Possibly.

Come on, Malcolm ! Possibly.

You sound like David bloody Owen.

Oh, very nice. Lets have a look.

Come on, a proper look.

What's the matter ? You sh -

Oh, what !

Thanks !

Thanks.

Burglars would have stuck her and left her.

A man and a woman here risked capture to put her in the cellar.

Not newcomers, she knew her killers.

If possible, they'd have removed her.

'They're not Bonnie and Clyde - no plan.'

'Just healthy, ordinary people - like most killers.'

'He's strong. If not big, well composed.'

'She's shorter, slighter.'

'Target him, he's more vulnerable.'

'She has the temper. She stabbed first.'

'He finished it to protect her. But she stabbed first.'

Bill !

Diane.

How you doin' ?

Bill. We're fine.

How are you ?

You're looking well.

Great. Yeah.

Why're you here ? Where you living ?

Get in, Diane. Where've you moved to ?

Diane ! The size of you ! A young man.

Where've you moved to ? Bill, don't do this !

Shut up, you !

I just want to know where you are. To see you.

You know that's not a good idea.

You're looking really well. I'm glad.

Give me the keys. I'm driving !

Not in that state. Who are they ?

My family. They'll get away. Come on !

TELEPHONE RINGS

ANSWERPHONE: "This is Fitzgerald and we're out."

"Leave your name and number and for God's sakes keep it short."

(FITZ ON PHONE) "It's me. Just wondered how you're doing."

"Answer if you're there. You're lying. Come on, Judith..."

"Judith."

"Judith !"

"Come on, Judith. I know you're there."

"Judith !"

"I'm just wondering how you are."

You know where he is ?

Yeah. His lottery number came up.

He ran off with a year's supply of pile cream and a map of Jersey.

It's been tragic for the Channel Islands - the Lottery.

They thought it was enough to specify 'rich'.

But now they've Scouse builders going, 'Calm down, I just said your plaster work was crap.'

You're here cos you're good for publicity. Results don't count then?

Ours do.

Tell him I want him.

Thank you. Friend (!)

My pleasure.

BABY CRYING

KNOCK AT DOOR

Aarrgh !

Aaaaaarrrgghh !

Mum ?

Danny's been knocking.

What's the matter ?

Hey, hey...

Come on. What's the matter ?

Judith, have you had a drink ?

Come on, sweetheart, we'll find one.

Wee Jimmy'll be fine.

Shhh-hh.

Hey ! Behave yourself.

19 - 17 - 15 - 13 -...

..11.

What are you gonna do ?

# ROCK MUSIC

Midwich Cuckoos...

..John Wyndham.

Alien babies take possession of the women in a village.

At any cost, they must be nurtured.

Oh, the mothers try escaping.

But if they cross the boundary line, they self-destruct.

They're compelled back to the offspring.

Ripping their shirts open, pointing their sags and creases at the only thing they have any value for.

Only a man could write that and pretend it's science bloody fiction.

Is Eddie working ?

If you can't be bothered to listen - go.

Judith, I was just asking.

Well, that must run in the family.

'Just asking' ?!

I've nothing to say, to make you feel better !

'I'm just asking' !

Right you two - bath in fifteen minutes.

If you want anything else to eat, have it now.

Chocolate !

Except chocolate.

So your dad's not on your Christmas card list ?

That's not my dad, that's Brian.

That's your mum ?

Nearly.

I lived with 'em when I was seven.

Not here, they lived down Urmston.

061 824 1940.

My family. My new family.

I'd been to loads of foster parents when I was younger.

Josie and Alan, Maggie and Peter, Maggie and Keith.

Norma and Wallace. They were a scream.

Then Brian and Diane.

061 824 1940.

They were different.

They wanted to adopt.

Bingo !

That was unusual.

I'd turned seven by then.

I knew how lucky I was.

Best behaviour and all that.

I didn't want to spoil things now.

You blew it ?

I never put a foot wrong.

She got pregnant.

They'd just signed the first lot of adoption papers, P120 green form.

And she got pregnant with 'im.

So they booted you out ?

He taught me to use the phone in case I got lost.

I used to phone 'em up.

Saying that I wouldn't get in the way.

I like babies.

Come on, let's shoot.

Not yet.

It's getting cold.

Sit in the car if you're cold.

Ow ! Don't kick me.

Get them upstairs ! What's the matter ?

Don't look ! Get them in.

"Social Services."

Ian McVerry, please. Well, can you give me the number ?

"We can't disclose employee's numbers."

Well, please ring him and ask him to call me urgently. Diane Nash.

Hiya.

Hello ?

SOUND OF TELEVISION

(GROANS)

Where's Jimmy ?

He's asleep upstairs.

What ?

I'm glad you've arrived.

We've got our little problem.

SHOUTING

Shit !

Bill, you're scaring people.

Piss off !

Listen, Bill...

What if they get the police ?

Cos they could, you know.

I've done nothing wrong.

Tell him.

Tell him !

Come on, Bill.

Get off !

Goodbye, Bill.

I'm not asking now. We're moving.

Let him go.

Who are you ?

My mate. I can have mates, can't I ? Social worker ?

He's going back to Sowerby Park.

See the state he's in.

Go on, get in there.

Bill, this is serious !

Why'd a bloke his age be your mate ?

You're a good-looking lad. Think ! He's here because I want him to be.

Just get in the car !

I picked him ! What's wrong with that ?

I picked him ! What's wrong ?

OK, mate.

I wash my hands of you now.

And I've got your number, pal.

What's wrong with that ?!

I picked him, not you ! Me !

I'm calling the police ! I say where I go, McVerry !

Bastard !

Come on !

CAR HORN

You're going to die, McVerry !

You're going to die !

MUSIC AND CHEERING

They're trying to kill me ! Get off !

They're trying to kill me !

He tried to kill me !

Call the police !

If you stop now, Bill, I'll say your mate led you on.

It's not your fault, he led you on.

Nothing will happen to you !

It never does !

CHEERING FROM PUB

You stupid, stupid little sod !

Nine bloody years and you just won't let it go !

Let it go and give us all some peace, for God's sake !

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