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You behave yourself, this is a funeral.

You didn't have to come. Oh, I did, sir. To watch him burn.

Don't lay a finger on me, pervert!

I know exactly why you killed her. I did not do it.

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

Here we go, Russell Bloody Grant.

You're gonna die, McVerry!

Why did you do it?

Grady, we did it.

TRAIN BRAKES

Cutting a red one.

You know that's a symptom of premature ejaculation.

The cleaners found him this morning.

There was a stag night, but the manager says there was no trouble.

There was none at my stag do either.

The next 30 years buggered me up.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

What did that?

A leather belt and a bottle.

Ian McVerry, social worker.

Oh, a social worker. And you want a motive!

Cuts all over. The artery was severed

when the neck was under pressure. Human hair under the nails.

What does all that mean in Scouse? Attacked from front and rear.

Secured behind and attacked from in front.

Just like Mrs Franklin.

Wasn't she attacked from the front first?

Doesn't matter.

He overcame one person, banged his head off the floor.

Then the stronger one comes up from behind and garrottes him.

It's emotionally identical to Mrs Franklin's.

Except you just said 'him'. Did I?

'He banged his head off the floor.'

I thought we were looking for a man and a woman.

One older, one younger, one taller, one shorter.

Father and son?

We'll check the tenants' statements.

BABY CRIES

God...

Attaboy.

I think this is a new relationship.

I think... Mrs Franklin discovered something.

Something that caused a big enough row to warrant her murder.

What is there to discover? Sex.

She discovered sex between a man and a boy.

That started the row.

'That's what got her murdered.'

He was called from the meeting at eight and took the call here.

He left when?

He never came back, so about five past eight.

We assumed he'd just gone home.

Is this his office diary?

That's confidential.

Clients' names and addresses are in there.

We are investigating a murder.

I can't offer them as suspects.

Client privacy is very important.

Have you ever worked in a hairdresser's?

No.

Just curious about the use of the word 'clients'.

Only older staff find it a problem.

Really? Ian McVerry was stabbed 20 times with a broken bottle.

He lost six pints of blood.

We think one of 'our clients' did it.

So can we see the diary?

TOILET FLUSHES

POLICE RADIO: "DC Temple, report back."

OK, let's go and get that telly on.

Diane Nash. Yeah.

DS Jane Penhaligon.

Can I talk to you about Ian McVerry?

You rang him last night.

Look, let's nip and see your gran.

Are they police? Just get in the car.

Give me your money!

Where did you get this?

A child we fostered - William Preece - came round.

He was making a nuisance of himself.

It was a bit silly, so I phoned Ian, he came round,...

..sorted out the problem and left.

Talk me through that.

Well... took him back to the children's home.

William's coming to the end of a long-term care order.

What age will that be, 17?

On March 23rd.

And you fostered him when?

'85 to the end of '86.

Were you threatened?

Not threatened, no. William's not -

17 can be a bit intimidating.

Look, I don't really know him any more.

If you want a social history, ask McVerry.

Tricky.

He was murdered last night.

I'm sorry, it's...

Oh, good God!

When he left with William, were they alone?

'B.N.' Two exclamation marks.

That was the entry in McVerry's diary.

Now the 'B' could be William.

But his name's Preece, so what do you think 'N' stands for, Mrs Nash?

Look, I want my husband here.

Come in.

Sir, Fitz's son is at the front desk.

Right. Cheltex Factory, Dayton Road.

Young fellow, William Preece or Nash. Check his records.

Right.

LAUGHTER

Behave.

Where've you been?

Dentist's. I needed a filling.

Slope off again without permission, and the whole lot'll need replacing.

Dickhead. Don't know how he got in the police force.

I ran away once. I hid here the best part of a week.

I'm sorry. I didn't know she was there. Just talk to me!

Out.

I said... out!

This is not just about you, it's about me, you prick.

I don't know where you wanna go, but you're not taking me with you.

All right!

Nobody asks for an eight-year-old.

We asked for a baby.

I wanted a baby.

We were going to foster him for a few months but he seemed so happy.

He just blended in.

It seemed like he'd been with us forever.

So we signed the forms and applied to adopt.

And then you got pregnant.

A bit of a shock.

You constructed a new family round you to fill in the gaps,...

..and then you get pregnant.

Ironically, he probably helped you conceive your first child.

You were carrying a Premier Division player,...

..and you were looking at a sub in the spare room.

It wouldn't have been fair!

We'd never have treated them the same.

He resented anything that changed our relationship.

So you cancelled the adoption.

Yes.

You cancelled William.

Yes!

If they catch us, what's our story gonna be?

I want them to know that we're together.

Oh, yes...

Come 'ere! Come 'ere!

PLAYFUL LAUGHTER

Come 'ere!

SHRIEKING

Where do we find this lad?

Well, the bloke who'd know is Stuart Grady.

Grady - the day-shift foreman.

We'll be here all bloody day.

47 Banville Road.

You what?

47 Banville Road.

That's Franklin's house.

Now is that a 3 or an 8...

No, no, it's a 3. Flat 3.

Shit!

Rip this room apart. We want the murder weapon.

Someone interviewed this guy after Mrs Franklin was murdered. Who!

I think it was Skelton.

Well, go and fetch him!

Grady and William Nash got to work after midday.

Their shiftmates were interviewed. They both left at three.

So the Flying Scotsman wasn't wrong. No. That's the Grady stuff.

Ex-Army.

Let go 18 months ago. 'Incompatible behaviour' is all they'll say.

Lean on them.

No way!

Look, Skelly - No way! This is my big chance.

You're new, allowed a mistake. I've had all mine.

Hey! Look at me!

I'm not allowed any mistakes.

Skelton - you're going to Preston.

What? Bretherton Barracks.

Grady got hoofed out the Army. Find out why and get a photo.

Thanks.

We're just rid of one shit, we don't need another! You interviewed Grady.

Don't do that!

If I report you now, you can write your promotion off, Jane. Back off!

He said it was his son.

He opened the door with a Walkman on.

Nobody else heard anything, so I wrote them off.

I swear, I looked round the flat and saw nothing. He said it was his son.

I even checked again today. You'd have believed him!

So you blame a new DC to save your career.

Skelly could've taken it on the chin. I won't.

Did you get a good look at them both? You can describe the kid.

Yeah.

What happens now?

What are you asking me for?

'October 10th. Treated like shit by Penhaligon.'

'Bilborough told me to ignore her.'

'November 5th. Woke up crying.'

'Bilborough's death.'

'Catriona asked me to be godfather.'

I found Jimmy Beck's diary.

I know what he did to you.

Where is it?

I've got it. Where is it?

Safe. I swear. Nobody else saw it.

I didn't know how to bring it up before.

You've not exactly been approachable.

It's in my locker.

Stapled envelope with your initials on it.

All right, driver!

Judith.

Will you just stand still!

I don't want you to do anything,...

..just tell me where you keep his pyjamas and things.

You don't have to feel this way. You don't have to feel guilty.

Oh, I don't.

It doesn't have to be me, I can recommend somebody.

Wrong!

This isn't post-natal depression. I had that the first time.

And the resident shrink missed the symptoms.

The only reason you'd recommend anyone is for yourself.

You want me better so we can get back to your terminal existential crisis.

You've had it so long it's made the house smell. This is mine!

Mine - and I've never felt better.

So keep your hands off!

That's enough.

Shit...

I'll do it. Be careful!

Grady! No! Grady!!

(SCREAMS IN TERROR)

C'mon, quick!

C'mon!

LOUD EXPLOSION

Stuart David Grady, aged 35.

Ex-Army. Brown hair, grey eyes, six foot tall. Skelton.

Kicked out for 'inconsistent behaviour'.

Court-martialled for fighting. Bright, but impatient and volatile.

Page two. Photofit of William Preece or William Nash. Age 17.

Why haven't we got a proper photo?

In the most recent, he was only eight.

Who interviewed these two people yesterday?

I did, sir.

William Nash has brown hair, brown eyes, he's around 5"9'.

..slimmer than Grady and I think he had a Manchester or Bolton accent.

Grady said Nash was his son.

When I checked, Nash has no named father, so it might be the truth.

You believe that?

If that's so, we've no motive.

We won't let intelligence spoil a good profile.

Go to the back of the queue. These are facts.

I said two people. You disagreed. I was right.

I said one older, one younger, one taller, one shorter. I was right.

I'm only saying the two have just met.

Still conceivable if he was an absent father.

What does it matter? We know who we're looking for.

Are you stupid or is it me?

It changes how they work. And how we take their confession.

Father and son do not work the same as star-crossed lovers.

They don't know each other well. Death In Venice before the hair dye.

Where? Carrington Dock.

Grady's burnt-out car's found.

There were screams. The young fella may be hurt. Hospitals...

OK, OK. Are you ready

One, two, three, c'mon.

Aagggh!

It's OK. It's OK.

Hang on.

We'd lit a barbecue and it didn't take.

I threw on some fuel and some must've caught his jeans.

It just went up. It was my fault.

OK. I'll just grab some fresh gloves.

Judith!

Judith!

BECK: 'Do you fantasise about rape?'

FITZ: 'But she doesn't include violence.'

'Do you fantasise' PENHALIGON: 'Sometimes I do.'

'I've been raped, sir.'

WISE: 'I never heard that.' 'DS Beck raped me, sir.'

'Are you accusing me of rape?'

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

WISE: 'Get me evidence, and I'll help.'

'You believe I could rape you!'

'You're dead, Jimmy.'

It's not too serious, but I want a plastic surgeon to take a look.

Are you glad you met me, Grady?

As you're in a Julie Andrews kind of mood, this may be a good time to ask.

I desperately need a bed for tonight.

Judith's decided to flat-pack our bedroom,...

..and I suspect I might be next.

I do literally just need a bed for the night. Literally.

Obviously.

Although I could be harassed into more.

I would like more.

(SIGHS)

No.

If you don't like me pissed, tonight might be a bit of a disappointment.

St Martin's. They're there. Grab Temple.

Move!

What do you mean, 'Move'! What are you doing

You can't leave like this!

Let go! Nurse! Call security!

Out of my way!

Shit!

Move, Bill!

That's bloody Grady. Confirm suspect sighted.

In a blue BMW, reg G985-something.

He's heading towards the side gates.

Grady's down. Repeat - Grady's down.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder. (RECITES CAUTION)

Just Grady.

..may be given in evidence. Where is William Nash?

Who is William Nash?

Grady!

Grady!

Grady!

# If you were the only girl in the world...

# ..and I was the only boy... #

Where's your lawyer, Stuart?

When I arrived, he was down in the cells briefing you.

I nipped to the gents,...

..when I got back he was out of the door like a whippet.

Not the man for a challenge, h'mm?

I sacked him. Oh.

I fantasise about sitting like this, face to face with a lawyer.

He's desperate for my wisdom, but I've a virus and lost my voice.

So I must write everything down.

So I'm scribbling and grinning away, cos for every note I pass him,...

..I'll charge the bastard £25 plus VAT.

Would that not make you cream, Stuart?

No.

What's your most vivid fantasy, then, h'mm?

What would you most like to think about? Right now.

Go on, close your eyes, forget you're in this shit.

Try and get a taste of it, go on.

No.

They can't touch you for it. I don't want to.

Go on, it'll relax you, it'll make you feel good.

I don't want to be relaxed. Do I have to talk to him?

Ask your lawyer. Arsehole.

No, but thanks anyway.

Fitz?

Right, I'm off, then. I'll not stay where I'm not wanted.

This is the day you have to account for all the dreadful things you've done before they take you down.

I wanted to help you with that. No-one else will.

Your lawyer won't, because he knows you're gay.

What's happened?

Nothing. It's fine.

Where's Judith?

Resting.

Why can't you make her feel better? She doesn't want to feel better.

Because she knows you're waiting for it, to scrub out your own guilt.

'I have no guilt about all those I have sacrificed.' Who said that?

Judas Iscariot.

Jeremy Beadle.

Your guilt about making her feel worse, you arrogant tit.

Heard it. Heard it.

You know she's divorcing you. What?

Her mother said she had a drink with her lawyer yesterday.

She's pulled that stunt before.

Flirts with him and makes sure I hear.

It's childish. Sad and childish.

Your wife's having a breakdown, for God's sake!

Don't you dare tell me about my wife, you overgrown, under-qualified

impotent wee shite!

BABY SCREAMS

Shit.

Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy, sorry.

Dear, dear, dear.

Hey, who are you meant to be interviewing?

Those fights you picked in the Army were special.

Real men, men like yourself.

One or two of the men singled you out, saw a weakness.

Said something 'sensitive'.

So you decked them, wallowed in the brutality, the testosterone.

'Volatile temper.'

Put you back on track with the lads, eh?

Did it never occur to you how they knew,

those ones who spotted your secret?

Come on, Grady, takes one to know one.

Those guys you chinned, any one of them could have been your future.

Did you tell Bill about your wife and child?

No. Why not?

Because Bill was special.

Because he looked at you long enough to make sure you knew what he meant?

A strong young man.

Did he make the first move?

You looked at him and you saw a braver version of yourself.

Come on, Grady, this is your one chance to let the light in.

What age is your mum?

(SIGHS) 54.

What age was Mrs Franklin?

Late forties?

About the same age.

Your father would be difficult for all the usual reasons.

Same reason your lawyer left, I guess.

One man smelling of two men's aftershaves.

Gets the old antibodies going.

Your mother would be quite different.

She spent a quarter of her life...

..personally supervising your development.

She'll be devastated.

When Mrs Franklin found you and Bill, you saw her but you were letting down your mum.

Weren't you, Stuart?

Nothing happened.

A whole generation of women screaming 'What a waste!'

You couldn't face it.

You attacked Mrs Franklin because you were letting women down.

I didn't.

I know you didn't.

Bill attacked her.

She went for you, Bill attacked her.

He leapt to your defence because he wanted you to be happy. He loves you.

What're you talking about! What's he talking about!

Look at me, Stuart.

Nothing happened.

Look at me.

Nothing happened because you always prevented it from happening.

The wife, child, Army, the factory...

You surrounded yourself with real men in case you weakened.

You're not unique. Sit down!

I want another lawyer. I'll get you one - now siddown!

Just go ten yards from here to get some honest answers.

There's one hundred, two hundred coppers - 90% male.

Minimum number 18 - 18 who feel as unique as you do.

I swear...

..I never touched him.

That's the waste, Stuart. You never did it.

You never said it.

Bill Nash offered you the best ever chance of making all this mean something.

Your legs went, you could hardly breathe.

I understand it so well, it's breaking my heart.

It's tragic that you should do and feel all this... and not say it!

You love him, Stuart.

And if you love him you must tell us where he is.

I can't.

We have to speak to him.

You didn't go home after you killed McVerry.

They'll take him back to Sowerby.

It'll do his head in. He's had twelve years of all that.

That's why the social worker went down. That bastard deserved to die.

All Bill wanted was an hour with his family, a chance to talk.

And that bastard started dragging him off like a convict.

He's 17, and he's been through all that shit.

At 17, I was signing up for this country.

Bill is owned... by everybody but himself.

And I'm the only one who's showed him any respect!

Mr and Mrs Nash are not Bill's parents.

He told me, then he told me what they did to him.

Yeah, well, I think he's paid them back.

Phone calls. Eighty in one night.

They changed their number 12 times and even changed the address.

Good. Straight in. Make 'em suffer.

They're the bastards who should be sitting here.

Right. But it's different now.

He has someone committed to him. You've killed for him.

We did it together!

You and Bill killed Mrs Franklin

Yes!

Ian McVerry. Yes!

Three days of intensive training, you were like that.

(SOBS) Yes.

He could stand up for himself - you liked that.

I'd give anything to be like him.

Anything!

He's fallen in love and killed in one week,...

..and he's separated.

And Bill doesn't cope well with that. I think we should find him.

No chance.

He's gonna fly now.

You wouldn't think it to look at him,...

..but he really does know how to survive.

How closely have you looked?

Here?

Here?

Here?

Five suicide attempts - two overdoses, one near fatal.

If he told you he was a survivor, I'm afraid he lied.

If he told you he was a man, he lied.

Bill Nash is still very much a child.

Are you going to help him?

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Brand's Mill.

Back of the canal.

He's on the third floor.

Wait. Wait!

He's got a gun.

What gun?

It's mine.

PHONE RINGS

ANSWERPHONE RECORDS MR NASH: "It's me, love."

"I can't remember whether I'm coming home first, or what."

"I'll see you all down Castlefield."

"Ta-ra, then."

I told Wise the Nashes need protection. He'll go there.

Are they in danger if he's suicidal?

Depends how good a shot he is.

ARV to Brand's Mill. Get the layout.

Follow the van to Nash's. Take him with you.

You must be joking. That's my bit.

I don't mind the odd razor blade or rope, but I do not do guns!

Go.

No, we're certain. He's been here.

WISE: "There's no sign of him at the mill."

"Ask Fitz where Nash'd go next."

"Tell him it's worth a few quid."

Don't pull the trigger.

Just keep your arm very still and squeeze.

Good boy, now squeeze.

EXPLOSIVE GUNSHOT

It's time to apologise, Diane!

Move.

Diane!

Please, William, let Steven go.

It's Bill. It's Bill!

Nobody calls me William now. If it wasn't for him, you'd know that.

I want Grady NOW!!

POLICE SIRENS WAIL

He's desperate for everyone to like him. It's the fostering.

They smile till some bugger latches themselves on - no pun intended.

Grady!

He trusts you because he thinks you care.

I do.

Well, go and save his life. Look.

I'm not moving unless you come with me.

That's fine by me, pal.

On his own, I said!

On his own!

It's OK, Bill, he's not a copper.

Don't tell him I'm a shrink. He's my lawyer.

Thanks.

We want a car!

I'll put the kid in the car.

If we get away, he won't get hurt.

They won't do that.

We'll give you a car, but not until you put the gun down.

Do you think I'm brain dead, you wanker!

Bill...

Grady, that's him. That was me.

I know, Bill. That's not his fault. Now, let him go.

I can't, can I?

If he goes, there's only her left.

I can't trust her. She's a lying cow.

I'm sorry. What?

I'm sorry!!

Bill, you don't need the gun.

Just put your arm round her neck and squeeze.

You don't need the gun!

She'll get away!

Then they'll have us both.

Then it's the end of everything, Grady.

'It's not.' No, it's not.

'He's changed your life.'

Just keep your arm around her throat and squeeze.

Tell him how important he is. Make him feel important.

Shut up! I don't need telling!

Telling what!

You are important.

I understand why you're here, now, doing this.

You're half my age and I so admire you for what you've got through.

Being honest and just doing it...

You love him. Tell him, just tell him.

I love you.

I swear to God.

WISE: "Billy! Come here! The car's here!"

I love you more than - The gun. The gun.

Bill, please put down the gun.

If you don't I'll never be able to tell you again.

Please put the gun down!

If you're scared, give it to me, Bill.

No.

Billy! Put the gun on the ground!

Give it to me, Bill.

Billy!

I'm gonna take the gun...

..and I'm gonna put it on the ground so we can talk properly, OK?

I love you.

I love you, Grady.

Oh, shit.

(SOBS HYSTERICALLY)

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