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(HEAVY RAIN FALLING)

(DISTANT RUMBLE OF THUNDER)

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(BOYS SINGING) * Here we go, here we go, here we go

* Here we go, here we go, here we go *

Oh, come on, shush!

-(CAR HONKS) -BOY 1: When are we gonna get there?

Oh, I don't know. In about half an hour.

BOY 1: You said that half an hour ago!

I know, but it's really hard to see anything in this rain.

I mean I'm trying to go as fast as I can...

(WINDSCREEN WIPERS WIPING)

We'll be home soon.

Oh, shit!

BOY 1: What's the matter, Mum?

The engine seems to be cutting out.

-Oh, God. -Oh, Mum, not again!

BOY 2: Why don't we get a new car, Mum?

Not again!

Oh, God!

Damn!

Right then...

BOY 1: What are you gonna do, Mum?

Not another breakdown.

WOMAN: Here, take this coke.

(TRUCK HORN BLARING)

Now, I want you to stay exactly where you are.

I'm going to go to that telephone and call for help.

Don't move!

(CAR BRAKING)

* Here we go, here we go, here we go!

(DEAD TONE SOUNDING)

* Here we go, here we go, here we go

* Here we go, here we go, here we go!

* Here we go, here we go, here we go! *

(DEAD TONE SOUNDING)

INSPECTOR DAYBURY: What have we got?

JO: Farmer came out this morning...

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Well, if you can appreciate it's a early to say,

but there are similarities, yes.

REPORTER: And can you tell us what they are?

Well, he sexually assaults the women before killing them.

REPORTER: Is it true that he strikes his victims with a hammer?

I can't comment on that.

Inspector, have you any information you would like to give the public?

Off. What you watching that rubbish for anyway?

Matthew, wash your hands.

-I've washed them. -Well, wash them again!

You could plant spuds in 'em! Jackie... Jackie table.

In a minute.

No, now! It's your father's birthday.

Matthew, open the door for me.

Well, you told me to wash my hands.

Go on. Come on, quick, quick.

-Your gran's coming. -MATTHEW: Yeah!

Oh, I told you not to let him have those paints!

It's water, babe. It'll come out.

Not with water from our tap, it won't.

-Yeah. -Right, ketchup please, love.

Chicken, steaks, sausages, salad.

Don't like the look of that lettuce.

We were out that way last night.

-Me and Ken. -What way?

Wilmslow.

Where that woman were killed.

You've not lit it! It's twenty-five to!

Your mum's coming! Do you want to just leave that?

-KIDS: Dad, it's Gran and Uncle Ken! -(CAR HORN HONKING)

-(KIDS CHEERING) -KEN: Let her out, let her out, let her out.

MRS MARSH: I say, I say, I say.

MATTHEW: Got any sweets? MRS MARSH: Now, steady on! Steady on!

-Anybody would think it was somebody's birthday. -KIDS: It's Dad's.

-Happy birthday, ah, kids. -Cheers, man.

Lovely as ever!

Where's my birthday kiss, now?

Get off! It's not my birthday.

I'm not giving him one, am I?

Another new car?

Straight from my showroom. You didn't recognise it, did you?

It's Stephen's old knackered company car we've done up to sell.

Doesn't look knackered to me.

ALL TOGETHER: Exactly!

MATTHEW: Oh, thanks, Gran.

What a right pair of rascals they are, aren't they?

Hey, my goodness. Annie's pressie.

Only the best. Car-boot sale, wasn't it?

Can you cook on that thing?

No, Mother, it's for mowing the lawn.

-Now, Can I help you? -No, just sit down, would you, love.

Steaks, Stephen.

Oh, steaks! It were casserole

and light ale when your father were alive, weren't it?

It was that, Mother.

-But it were always ready. -On the dot! Oh, you'd know about it, mother.

Well, I would!

-(CHAMPAGNE CORK POPS) -(GIGGLES)

Yes! And one for the cook, please!

I thought I'd be holding you up, but I needn't have bothered, need I?

Here you go, Mother.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

And he's come through! Through one!

Will he beat Uncle Ken? He will beat Uncle Ken.

He's through two. It's just the goal, go on, son.

-He's good, isn't he? -STEPHEN: He's brilliant, that boy.

-(GRAN GIGGLING) -STEPHEN: Can he score?

I don't think he will. He's got no chance against this goalkeeper.

Oh, Incredible!

He doesn't like his too well done.

-(GRILL SIZZLING) -Oh! Are you sure I can do nothing to help?

Just sit down, please!

-MATTHEW: Yay! -Go round!

MATTHEW: Well done, Ma. Woo-hoo!

KEN: And off he goes!

Oh, dear!

A bit of water will get that out.

Oh, it's gotten right in. You'll...

-No, It'll be all right. -(SIZZLING)

* Superman is on his way to save the day *

-(KIDS CHEERING) -Oh, hey-up. Steak juggler's arrived.

Shut up! Just shut up!

It's all right, I like mine well done.

It's just enough, love. They'll be right as rain.

Don't be so stupid! You can't eat those.

(STEPHEN WHISTLES FOR HE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW)

(MATTHEW WHISTLING)

(IMITATES TRUMPET)

(KEN WHISTLING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SNORTS WITH LAUGHTER)

Juggling with steaks.

(EVERYONE GIGGLING)

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry, I'm...

(EXCLAIMING COMICALLY)

(EVERYONE LAUGHING)

Oh, get off!

(MOUTHING)

(ENGINE REVS LOUDLY)

Sweet.

Have you got time to have a look at that red Cavalier, now?

Uh, just about.

-Take you till closing time, will it? -Caught.

-KEN: What? -Go on, Get off with you.

-KEN: Bye, now! -Bye!

MRS MARSH: Bye-bye, lovey.

KIDS: Bye, Uncle Ken! Bye, Dad! Bye, Gran!

-Bye. Bye-Bye. -Bye.

MATTHEW: Bye, Dad! Bye, Uncle Ken!

(TOOTS HORN)

MATTHEW: Why can't Uncle Ken take Gran back?

JACKIE: They're going for a beer to drink, stupid.

MATTHEW: He's had one! JACKIE: Well, he's having another.

ANNIE: Come on. Come on.

(BANGS BENCH)

-(HAMMERING NAIL) -NORMA: Annie.

-NORMA: Annie. -Argh!

-Ooh! Ooh! -Ouch, you all right?

I would be if people would put the hammer back where it belongs. Mmm!

Your car's broken down and you want me to pick up Susan from school?

-How did you know? -Well, why else would you come?

Oh, we're going out tonight. To a lecture.

I don't like catching bus with that maniac about.

-Can Stephen look at me car? -No, He's in Newcastle.

-He's always away. -Listen, he's working.

-Can I borrow your car? -No, you can't.

-I thought we were friends? -Don't have time for friends.

So what's this lecture about, anyway?

-Methodism in the West Riding. -Oh!

(GIGGLING) Wouldn't weep buckets over that.

-There's a fella. -Norma. You're married!

-Separated. -Well, you should sort that out first.

It's sorted.

Sometimes I think you live in last century!

Yeah, well, when I watch telly, sometimes I wish I did!

Forget it.

Ta-ra.

Look, are you insured?

NEWS ANCHOR: A tendency to downgrade incidents with women victims were concerned

and it was rare for the police to press charges,

regardless of injuries sustained.

He pointed out that although police training

did not include counselling techniques, it has recommended that more advice is needed

for officers dealing with such cases,

and that a follow-up from social services should be a matter of course.

After last night's murder in the Wilmslow area,

now believed to be the sixth killing by the Hawk

public pressure on the pollice is mounting.

With the victim once again a mother of two children,

questions are being asked about the direction of the police investigations

into the killings in the South Manchester and Derbyshire area.

Inspector Daybury, in overall charge of the investigation

repeated his appeal to the public.

-It says that... -INSPECTOR DAYBURY: He could be a lorry driver,

a travelling salesman. Probably leads a normal life, perhaps a married man.

And someone, wittingly or unwittingly, is shielding him.

And I would like to appeal to the public, to anyone who has the slightest suspicion

of a husband, boyfriend, a friend, however small,

to come forward and let us know. Thank you.

(DOG HOWLS)

(DOG BARKS)

-(DOOR BANGS) -NORMA: Sorry! Did I make you jump?

You will jump when you see your car.

Why? What's happened?

What's wrong?

Steady on. I'm only joking! Oh, nothing's happened.

-Everything's happened! -Oh, Norma!

Didn't you feel the earth move?

Shush, you'll wake the kids up. God, You're like a bloody kid yourself,

-you are. -Oh, I am.

Oh, Annie! I'm in love!

Remember the feeling?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(CHILD YELLS)

(WHIMPERING)

(BABY CRIES)

(STEPHEN SHUSHING)

STEPHAN: It's all right... It's okay...

(ANNIE SOBS IN TERROR)

(CHILD CRYING)

Dr Seymour said it wouldn't happen again!

Mum! What wouldn't happen again? Mum.

It's all right.

It's all right, love. It was just a bad dream.

That's all. Just a bad dream.

Oh, my God! Look at the time!

Come on, come on. Everyone get dressed before

you finish singing Ten Green Bottles! Go on, off you go.

KIDS: * Ten green bottles hanging on the wall

* Ten green bottles hanging on the wall

* But if one green bottle should accidentally fall

* there'll be nine green bottles hanging on the wall *

-Hello. -Hello.

-You're back again? -Yeah. For 5 minutes.

-That all? -That's all.

-Well, we better make the most of it. -Well, you lucky thing.

-(CHUCKLING) -See you in a bit.

I wasn't expecting you.

Cracked it sooner than I thought. Only a faulty valve.

-I was looking for the hammer. -Hammer?

Did you think I were him, then?

-Course not! Don't be so bloody daft! -Don't blame you.

Everyone who travels gets it, jokes and looks.

Oh, dentist. Not here Thursday.

What did I do to deserve that?

Da-dum!

How much were they? Don't tell me. You spoil them rotten.

Look, I'll pick the kids up from school. Can you put the oven on.

-Gas mark 5. -Hammer's in the shed.

No, it's not.

Your right, it's in Ken's lock-up.

Well, You'll not get that back, will you? Don't forget the oven.

KEN: All right, Mother?

-GRANDMA: Yoo-hoo! -Hey, up!

Are you looking to see what else you can nick?

What's his is mine.

-And what's yours is your own. -Right.

It's the first time I can remember you putting anything back.

First time I can.

(ZIPPING UP)

Can I give you a hand?

Shut the door!

Get out!

(DOOR SHUTS)

JACKIE: Are you sure?

-GIRL: It's Saturday. -Oh, no. Look, I'll have to ring you back.

-Bye. - Bye.

There's no point. It's not going to work.

-It's too tight. -JACKIE: Mum!

-Oh, there, I've got it. -It's my swimming test on my birthday.

-Well, you can take your test another day then. -I can't.

Well, we'll have your party on another day.

Look, just don't bother me with it now, Jackie, please.

-Where are you going? -Out with Norma.

-To dinner. -Dinner?

With Norma and her new lover.

-Now, don't call him that. -But, Susan says they're out everyday...

I don't care what Susan says.

-Posh, is he? -He's a lecturer.

How much did that cost?

-It's just Marks and Spencer's, that's all. -£89.99p.

She kept the label so it can go back tomorrow.

Bed, you!

-Come on. -Ta-ra.

Ta-ra.

-Bye, Mum! Bye, Dad. -Night. Come on.

-See ya! -Aye. Have a nice dinner.

She never met him. Norma's lover,

but he's got a lovely voice on the phone.

Not northern, you know like the news.

And she feels part of their romance like, because she's been lending Norma her car.

Actually, Mum didn't want to in the first place

but she felt sorry for Norma, going on the bus at night

with that maniac around, so she lent it her.

If I slept with my wife I'd feel unfaithful.

-Unfaithful? -To Norma.

Absurd, isn't it?

-Are you gonna murder your wife? -Stephen!

Oh, of course not, I'm much too fond of her for that.

Well, if you were you wouldn't be here.

Well, are you going to leave her?

Have you talked to her about it?

I can't talk to her.

Well, why not?

Well, I...

Well, I mean, do you talk to one another?

Oh, We're happily married.

(LAUGHING)

What's so funny about that?

(ALL LAUGHING)

"We're happily married."

Yes, well, we are.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Are you two gonna be happily married?

Eh?

After dinner Pakis?

What?

How many Pakis can you get in a Mini?

Six. Four on the seats and two Gandhis in the ashtray.

What's top of the Paki hit parade?

* Who's sari now? *

(GIGGLING)

Why do Pakis have a red dot there?

No, you can't have a councillor.

-(ANNIE WHISPERS) -Hey, I saved this Paki from drowning, you know.

Yeah, at the baths.

I took me foot off his head.

I should have known they're not our sort.

I mean, that's the long and the short of it.

We got a bit above ourselves.

Well, I didn't really. I mean, I blame myself.

Pride comes before a fall.

Well... (OPENS DOOR)

(SIGHS)

Well... We shan't be seeing them again.

Can't says I'm that bothered. Are you?

(SPEAKING WITH POSH ACCENT) Did madam enjoy her dinner?

Just hold your horses.

Hey!

Hey, slobs!

Annie! Do you want me to sit for you tonight?

Oh, no thanks, he's away in Birmingham.

-We're not going out now. Thanks, Mrs Crowther. Bye. -Bye.

WOMAN: Don't be rotten. Leave them alone.

Hey, don't be so pushy. Steady on.

(CAR DRIVES AWAY)

Oh, they've gone.

She's forgotten her handbag.

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

INSPECTOR DAYBURY: What have we got, Jo?

It's a Michelin LX 175, 65 by 14.

It's done about 10,000 miles, it's not too well-balanced

and it's picked up a nail...here,

which has produced a very characteristic pattern.

The couple are positive it was a dark-coloured G-registration car.

Sierra, Escort, Cavalier.

Obviously, this is highly classified but it's going to get out,

so we have to check the owners of cars fast.

We can limit the area. Micky.

Here's the cluster of murders.

They're later in the day. Now, assume these are on the way home

an hour away,

then the computer comes up with a centre of gravity

which means we think chummy lives around here.

ANNIE: 20... 88... 20...

-Oh, your petrol's down. -STEPHEN: Is it?

-Yeah, slightly. -Well, that won't do.

-You know, it's time you did those yourself. -Yeah, yeah.

Right. I'm, er...

Off out.

I'm coming with you.

Where?

Wherever it is, you're going.

I'm not going nowhere.

Well, we'll go there together then.

(HEAVY RAIN)

Come on!

Take you to The George, then.

Is that where you're going?

I don't want to go to The George.

Right, then.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

-Hiya, Stephen. -Hi, Jan.

-Who's that? -She drinks in there.

Well, I can see that.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

-Hiya. -Hello, Jan.

You okay?

* She's painting on her make-up

* Like a thousand times before

* She's waiting for the moment...

-Jan! -* When the knock comes on the door

* She just keeps on dreaming

* That's how she can survive

* Oh, no, the world's so cold

* She keeps her dream alive

* Love is for sale

* Down in the valley of shadows

* Love is for sale, that's what she says...

-* Love is for sale * -Stephen, you sod!

Hello, Annie.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Me? I'm having a drink.

-Well, you can buy me one, then. -(LAUGHING)

You asked for that.

All right. What is it?

-Um... -Snowball.

Yeah, a snowball.

Pint of lager and a snowball please, Sandra.

So, you're Stephen's wife? It's a great pleasure.

I am Bahnu... Harry.

And this is Jan.

Hiya.

Hello, Jan.

* Love is for sale

* Down in the valley of shadows

* Love is for sale, that's what she says...

* Love is for sale

* Love is for sale

* She's painting on her make-up

* Like a thousand times before

* She's waiting for the moment

* When he walks out that door

Aw...

They're nice.

You're nice.

Hey, Jan, what is it?

Nothing... It's just this place.

I know. I come from here.

Birchgate?

-(APPLAUDING) -Children's home.

ANNIE: Oh, look.

(LAUGHING)

Ah, they're lovely.

Is their father looking after them?

-He's away. -Hmm.

He's on holiday.

Shut it, you.

-Hiya. -Hi, Jan.

-Annie, this is Eileen. -Hiya.

Hello.

Are you working, then?

-Not fucking likely. -EILEEN: Oh, there's Ken.

(LAUGHING)

See you later.

Here we are, ma'am.

On the house.

I haven't finished that one.

It's a fact, I'm telling you.

Jeff got it from this guy who works in police records.

They know the bugger's car.

Know it? How do you mean, know it?

The time. The make.

-I thought they knew something when they pulled me over. -Bollocks.

Well, it were obvious they weren't just farting around checking lights and tyres.

So, uh...

What car are you riding now?

He wants to know what they're looking for.

I was in a Cavalier.

Jeff told us after, they're checking all Escorts and Cavaliers.

STEPHEN: Yeah. You listen to this.

"You've been spotted 18 times in Moorside," this prize dick says to me.

"Moorside?" I says.

"Yeah, the red light district." He says.

"Get away." I says. "Is it?"

-(LAUGHING) -"How do you account for that?" this dick says.

"Account for what?" I says.

Shakin' in his fuckin' shoes.

"I live on one side and I work on the other.

"What do you expect me to do? Fucking drive around?"

(LAUGHING)

Dozy bastards.

Don't you know why they call him the Hawk?

He does what the bird does to animals it hunts.

Pecks out their eyes.

-Oh, that's horrible. -I know.

(LAUGHING)

What?

What kind of work do you do, Jan?

Um... She works for me.

And what do you do?

I'm in the dry-cleaning line of business.

Oh. Well, you're a very good advertisement for it.

(LAUGHING)

Hiya.

You'll have to wait. There's a queue.

Oh, sorry.

Are you getting a lift?

You're not joking, are you?

But it's only a few streets.

You want your head testing, you.

-You wouldn't stand a fucking chance. -Wanna bet?

I'd cut it off and hang it from the town fucking hall.

BAR WOMAN: Let's have your glasses.

BAR MAN: Time, ladies and gentlemen, please.

(BELL RINGING)

-Let's have your glasses. -Finish up your drinks now.

(SIREN WAILING)

KEN: It's a liability.

BAHNU: We could take a chance.

What are we going to do?

I think we ought to get rid of it.

New barmaid!

Oh.

Use your influence, Stephen.

Three pints please, love.

-And a snowball for yourself. -(LAUGHING)

-What was all that about? -Oh, you know Ken. This and that.

-Eh, you shouldn't be driving. -You're right.

Hey, Ken.

-You are a very pissed man, eh? -(LAUGHING)

Come on, man, I'll drive.

Ah, but not this one.

You can drive that red one.

-(LAUGHING) -You're one careful salesman.

-Good night. -Good night.

Is that Ken's lock-up?

STEPHEN: Didn't you know?

No, I didn't know.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

-Oh, no, it is pissing down. -Language.

(LAUGHING)

-So that's what you get up to at night, is it? -That is what I get up to.

You know, I like that girl, Jan.

-Yeah, she's a good girl. -Yeah.

Two lovely kids. Did you ever see a photo of her kids?

Um... No.

What are they? Boys? Girls?

Uh... I think they were one boy and one girl.

-Now, that's like somebody I know and love. -Mmm.

(SIRENS WAILING)

-Ah-ha-ha! -Mmm, get me home.

I'm gonna get you home, don't worry.

Thanks very much, Mrs Crowther. Good night.

Bloody hell.

Stephen Marsh, I don't know what were in those snowballs, but...

Who cares what were in them?

-Fifty, one pound. -Thanks very much, love.

-Hi, Annie. How are you doing, girl? -Fine.

-Kids okay? -Yeah. They're lovely.

What can I do you for?

-I'll just have a cauli, please. -Cauli, yeah?

-How's Steve? -He's away as usual. There you go.

Oi! You're doing me out of a job.

What kind of work do you do, Jan?

(LAUGHING)

-Is their father looking after them? -He's away.

Jan, what's wrong?

Nothing. It's just this place.

Oh!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(RAIN POURING DOWN)

(GASPS)

(DOOR BANGING)

(VOICES ECHOING IN ANNIE'S HEAD)

-(LAUGHING) -ANNIE: What's so funny about that?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

-(VOICES CONTINUE) -ANNIE: Wednesday 22nd, Bromsgrove.

Friday, the 26th, Grantham.

Friday, the 5th... Telford.

Thursday the 18th, Matthew, dentist.

Thursday, the 2nd, Corby.

Friday 3rd, school sports.

Monday, the 6th, Wilmington.

Saturday, the 12th, Susan's party.

Thursday, the 28th... Preston.

- Psychiatric. -Oh, it's... It's, it's Mrs Marsh.

That's Annie, er... Anne Marsh.

Yes, Mrs Marsh, how can I help you?

Could I speak to Dr Seymour, please?

And what's your connection with him, please?

I'm an old patient of his.

-Um, I was an inmate in 1982 and 1984. - Yes.

Please, I have to speak to him. It's very urgent.

-I think that I'm... - Yes.

-I think I'm having another... - I'm sorry, he's not here.

Please, I must speak to him.

But he doesn't work here any more, I'm afraid .

He left a year ago.

Dr Jenkins has taken over his clinic but he won't be in till later.

I'll try and find someone else for you to talk to. Would you like to hold on, please?

My doctor, Dr Seymour said it was... Depression... Post-natal.

I was mad, Norma. I saw things that weren't there.

Look, Annie, love. What's this all got to do with Stephen?

I turned my babies... My kids into monsters.

-Now... -You're lucky. Mine's remained one.

Oh, look, love...

It's perfectly understandable what you're thinking about Stephen.

And I mean... It's bound to be nothing...

-What? -Ah, it's just nothing.

Norma, what you... What are you saying?

Well, Stephen does keep himself to himself these days.

What's that supposed to mean?

Look, I think you should go to the police, Annie, love.

Tell yourself it's not true, but it'll put your mind at rest.

True?

Of course it's not true.

What, Stephen?

(SCOFFS)

I know you, you and John, you think you're in love...

Well, me and Stephen...

I don't know what it is you'd call it, but...

But we're together, you know. We've got two lovely kids.

Stephen?

Of course it's not him, it's me. I'm...

-Another one trying to get rid of her husband. -Tenth this week.

-Can't tell you the sort of stuff they come out with. -Try me.

I reckon no one has normal sex these days.

I can't find anybody either.

(PHONE RINGING)

It's, um... It's Mrs Marsh for Inspector Daybury.

Inspector Daybury is in charge of a case and hasn't arrived yet.

So Detective Sergeant Streete will be looking after you in the meantime.

-He shouldn't be too long. -Jo.

Excuse me.

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(PHONES RINGING)

If you'd like to come this way.

SGT. STREETE: You say your husband knew Jan Lambert?

ANNIE: Yes.

SGT. STREETE: Did he know her well? ANNIE: No, no.

Well, I don't know... His brother did.

-You know, he's got a garage next to the pub. -Mmm.

And you're sure he was away on those dates?

Yes.

And these evenings when he was living at home,

did he go out?

Excuse me.

Come on.

Let's look at the last one again.

It'll be fresher in your memory.

-Saturday the 19th... -Yes, yes, he was out.

-From what time? -From 8 o'clock. He always went out.

He was out from 8 o'clock until?

-Oh! -Mrs Marsh?

It's Jackie's birthday.

It's the 19th. He was in for once.

Oh... (GASPS) We had this party, you know. There was this terrible mess.

How could I possibly have forgotten that?

-Was he in between eleven and twelve? -Yes. yes, of course he was.

I don't know what's happening to me.

There was this terrible mess, you know. Stephen cleared up the mess.

How could I have forgotten that? Oh, I'm so sorry...

I'm so stupid... I'm so sorry...

-Oh! -Has he ever been violent towards you?

Violent? Stephen? No.

How did he get the cut under his eye?

I hit him.

How did you know about that?

We've interviewed him.

We've interviewed hundreds of men that travel around

and those who knew the victims.

Of itself, it doesn't mean anything.

But... But that means everything to me. I mean, you've checked?

Well, why didn't he tell me?

Some people do, some people don't.

Mr Marsh requested no home contact.

His wife used to be a patient at Hillthorpe Psychiatric.

I've just phoned them. They had a crisis call from her last night.

(PHONE RINGING)

Thank you.

Move your money.

£500!

(ALL SHOUTING)

£500.

You got those houses out of turn!

-I never. -You did, you liar!

MATTHEW: Oh.

JACKIE: Mom.

Mom, he's cheating again. Will you tell him?

He can only buy his houses before his...

What? What is it?

He was out Saturday.

You had your swimming test on your birthday to get this.

We didn't have the party on your birthday.

We had it on a Sunday.

I know we did.

So what?

GIRL: Jackie, he's taken your money.

You bastard. You flaming bastard. Give it back now.

It is my money.

If you can't play properly, just put it away.

MATTHEW: Aw, Jackie, look what you've done.

ANNIE: Time you did your own expenses. STEPHEN: Yeah.

Well, I'm just nipping out.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(RAIN POURING DOWN)

ANNIE: Where are your expenses?

The bills?

Done 'em.

Because I'd know where you'd been otherwise?

Because you're always on at me to do 'em.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

What about her?

What about Jan?

What about her?

Don't just keep repeating everything I'm saying.

I'm not repeating everything you're saying.

-Tell me. -Tell you what?

Did you?

Did you go with her?

With that?

What goes on in that pub?

Nothing. Nothing.

But you were talking about getting rid of something.

Was it her?

(SNORTS)

-Can't you just tell me what's going on. Just tell me. -You'll wake the kids.

I'll wake the whole bloody street if you don't.

Look, if there was anything going on, I wouldn't take you there.

Would I?

Yes, you would.

You want me to know. Don't you?

Sometimes you want me to know.

(THUNDER BREAKING)

We are going to talk. Stephen, we are going to talk.

Ken and Bahnu wanted to get rid of a car.

-Why? -Because it was bent.

He alters the clocks on the free cars I get and he changes the regist...

-You know this. -No.

I know nothing, Stephen. Nothing.

Because of this bloody nutter,

the police are checking all the G-regs, right?

If they picked out the old chassis number, we'd be in the shit.

Or Ken would.

Is that all?

-All? -It's not knowing.

I think I'm going mad.

Is it you...

Or Ken?

-Sometimes I think... -I'm out of here.

No. You're not going. You're not going anywhere, Stephen.

-(THUNDER RUMBLING) -You are not.

Stephen?

We've had a good marriage.

Stephen, talk to me.

We've had a good marriage.

STEPHEN: Yeah.

We've raised two lovely kids.

They are. Lovely children, they are.

They are.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

-What is it? What is it, love? -(SOBS)

What?

You go with other women?

Is that what it is? Is it?

I mean, you know like, with prostitutes?

Look I don't mind. I mean, I do mind.

But just tell me, please. Just tell...

(SCREAMING)

(GASPING)

MATTHEW: Mum?

Mum?

Mom.

(SOBBING)

Annie.

Annie...

(GASPING)

Are you all right? Annie...

Annie... Annie.

(YELPING)

Stephen, out.

Out. Go on, out.

Go on.

STEPHEN: Annie, let me in.

It's all right. It's all right, Matthew.

-Mum, is that Dad? -STEPHEN: Annie. (KNOCKING)

-Go to bed. Be up in a moment. -STEPHEN: Annie!

Annie!

Annie!

Annie, I'm sorry!

-(BOTTLE ROLLING) -I'm sorry.

It's all right. It was a bad dream.

-It's just a... -(ENGINE STARTING)

Mum, where are we going?

Holiday.

Is Dad coming?

Look, get dressed, get your brother up, then come down and help me with these bags.

JACKIE: Mum!

You're off on holiday, then?

Where you going?

We're going to Dovedale.

Dovedale?

We don't know where we're going.

ANNIE: Dear Norma,

this week away has been great for me and the kids.

I know now what I'm going to do when we get back.

Matthew.

Matthew, come here.

Now, I know you're just trying to help but I don't want you...

I don't want you playing with that axe, all right? Go on, off you go.

Oh, what's that? DLS? (LAUGHING) That's not a word.

You're cheating.

-Look, see the hawk. -Where?

-Just up there. See? There. -Oh, yeah.

He's looking for something to eat.

(CRACKLING OF FIRE)

Right... I'll post that tomorrow. (SIGHS)

-Oh, the dishes. -I'll do it.

(CUTLERY CLINKING)

It's been really nice coming back here. Hasn't it?

Humongously boring!

Don't be so bloody selfish. This holiday was for Mum.

You really needed this holiday, didn't you Mum?

(SIGHS) Yes. And I couldn't wish to spend it with two more lovely kids.

(SIGHS)

-Hey, how about a cup of tea? -I'll do it!

Oh!

-Um... -He'll never make it.

No, but you know, we live in hope.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(PANTING)

Got ya! Isn't it great Mum? Dad's here.

He's found our secret place.

-Oh... -MATTHEW: Oh, yeah! Goody bag, yeah!

Whoo!

Yay!

JACKIE: Oh, yeah! Yay! I've got sweeties!

Yeah!

MATTHEW: Sweeties!

I don't know what came over me.

I've been worried sick. I didn't know what to do.

Call the police or what.

Police?

I didn't know what you might do to 'em.

Me?

You don't remember, do you?

What you were like in the hospital,

after you'd had 'em, both of them?

And what's the first thing I see?

-I... -You shouldn't let 'em use it, love.

It's bloody dangerous.

MATTHEW: Is Dad coming back home now?

ANNIE: No.

He's staying with your Gran for a while.

MATTHEW: Can I go and stay with Gran?

ANNIE: No

JACKIE: Are you separated? Susan says...

ANNIE: I don't care what Susan says.

"Susan says"! (HONKS)

(DUCKS QUACKING)

Your dad just needs to be away.

He's going to need a lot of help from us.

MATTHEW: Jackie!

I cleared him.

-I didn't mean to but I cleared him. -(MATTHEW PLAYING)

I forgot about Jackie's birthday.

(MATTHEW AND JACKIE PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND)

-I lied. -Oh, don't be daft, love.

You didn't lie. You just...

Look, are you sure about the other dates?

Yes.

If you want to tell the police you got that date wrong, then fine.

But be careful.

All Stephen wants is access to those kids.

And you got to admit that's reasonable.

Reasonable? He tried to kill me, Norma.

Well, so did my ex. Doesn't mean he's a mass murderer.

(MATTHEW SCREAMING AND PLAYING)

Annie... Stephen rang me.

He rang you?

NORMA: About the kids. About everything.

Of course I told him where to get off, but...

Oh, don't you realise, love?

If you go on behaving like this he's gonna get custody of those kids.

What you mustn't do, is go on saying he's the killer.

(KIDS PLAYING)

I was going out tonight but I'll not bother.

I think it's set for the day.

Oh, it's not the bloody rain I'm frightened of.

Haven't you heard?

He's killed again.

Just down the road. Prior's Park.

A mother with two children, about your age.

ANNIE: (ON PHONE) His name is Stephen Marsh.

He's staying at number 5, on Lindsey Terrace.

MAN ON PHONE: 5, Lindsey Terrace.

Do you know the postcode?

-He's here! -MAN ON PHONE: Madam...

He's here. He's here now!

MAN ON PHONE: Can you tell me where you're speaking from, Madam?

-Um, I'm at address? Uh. -MAN ON PHONE: Madam?

-MAN ON PHONE: Madam? -(THUNDER CRASHES)

(PANTING)

(SIREN WAILING)

-MRS MARSH: The police have been around -ANNIE: Oh... Oh, thank God.

(SIGHS) So, where have they taken him?

MRS MARSH: Nowhere!

MRS MARSH: He's in Stoke! He's been nowhere near Prior's Park!

But aren't they arresting him?

MRS MARSH: Arresting him!

MRS MARSH: If they arrest anyone it should be you.

The police know you're mad.

You've tried this on with them before, haven't you?

Well, we've had just about enough!

When he comes back, he's going to a solicitor!

Annie? Can you hear me, Annie?

Annie? Annie!

Everything's gonna be all right.

I'll see your father.

It'll be all right.

-Mum, we're ready! -ANNIE: All right.

-Bye, see you Mum. -Bye.

Bye! Matthew, have you brushed your teeth?

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Now, it's diet Pepsi or popcorn, not both.

-Diet Pepsi or popcorn. -(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

-What time's he coming? -Um, half past three.

You look great. Your old self.

That's the way to play it.

Custody? He doesn't stand a prayer!

(NERVOUSLY LAUGHS)

-Bye. -Ta-ra.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

STEPHEN: Hello, Annie.

Oh, you just ignore me as usual.

What did you want to see him about?

I wanted to talk.

MRS MARSH: Well, I'm not stopping you.

To ask you to drop the solicitor.

MRS MARSH: I told you.

ANNIE: Stephen...

I don't need dates or expense bills.

Here we go. (SIGHS)

I'll stand by you, I promise.

I go over and over that night in my mind.

You wanted to tell me,

but I wouldn't let you.

And then, if it hadn't been for Matthew...

That night, when you accused me of being him,

that hurt, love. And I had a go. Yeah.

-Go? You call that a go? -You were driving

me up the wall, love.

You've been having one of your turns, haven't you, Annie love?

You kneed me in the balls, and then you chucked me out.

You know, I know from times before,

that it doesn't make any difference what I say because

you remember what you wanna remember, but you must remember that, love!

MRS MARSH: He's been very patient with you, love.

Why don't you tell her?

Just let me, Mother.

Annie, if you go in, they'll have you right as rain in a few week's time.

In?

I'm not going into hospital!

You see, it's not up to you, love.

It's too late. You see, in the hospital...

It's the kids I'm frightened for.

You don't know what you're like when you're like this.

Oh, why don't we all have a nice cup of tea?

Unless that's a thing of the past in this house?

You made me favourite.

Could you put the kettle on?

STEPHEN: Ah...

(FALLS DOWN)

ANNIE: Stephen...

Stephen...

Stephen! Stephen! Stephen!

Stephen! (ANNIE SCREAMING)

Stephen! Stephen! Stephen! (ANNIE'S VOICE ECHOES)

BOY: Catch him!

(CHILDREN CHATTER)

-NORMA: You little swines! -MATTHEW: That wasn't going well.

NORMA: Oh, God!

(CHILD MUTTERING) (NORMA SIGHS)

-OFFICER: Can I help you, madam? -NORMA: What's going on?

-Sorry, I can't tell you. -Why have you stopped us? These children live here.

(AMBULANCE SIREN) Sorry. I can't let you in.

What's the ambulance for? This is my friend's house.

Can you just tell me please, what's happening?

If you'd just like to wait here...

(CAMERA CLICKING)

...and she shouted help and I went in and there he was. He was lying on the floor.

And he had blood all over him.

-And I've never seen... He was such a kind man! -Sergeant, inside!

MRS CROWTHER: He was innocent! He couldn't have done it!

Look, I've nothing to say. You'll get a statement later.

-(REPORTERS CLAMOURING) -Thank you very much. Thank you

We will give our co-operation. There'll be a statement later!

INSPECTOR DAYBURY: It's as conclusive as a fingerprint.

We have a clear distinct tyre print from one of the murders.

The one under the arches, by the canal.

Which we think was from a G-registration car.

Your husband's was a J

and the prints are not what we're looking for.

I don't know whether this makes it better or worse

but it's not...

He wasn't The Hawk.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Right, she's yours.

This way, Mrs Marsh.

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

ANNIE: Stephen...

(CELL DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

DOCTOR: I've not treated her in the intervening period.

SOLICITOR 1: But do you believe she has psychotic tendencies?

DOCTOR: Not at all. Mrs Marsh's conclusions may have been tragically wrong

but they were based on an accumulation of evidence,

- not paranoid delusions. -SOLICITOR 2: Inspector Daybury,

in the light of the doctor's opinion do you maintain your position?

INSPECTOR: It is the police view, that there is no reason to grant bail on this case.

JUDGE: Let me ask you, Dr Seymour, would you say

that Mrs Marsh is a danger to the public?

DOCTOR: Absolutely not.

-(CHATTERING IN COURT) -(BANGS GAVEL)

JUDGE: I've heard the evidence and notwithstanding police concerns,

I'm taking a wholly exceptional course.

The court is willing to grant bail,

on the following conditions.

You will not associate with or attempt to contact members of your husband's family...

(CAR HONKING LOUDLY)

NORMA: Annie! Annie!

Are you okay, love?

Yeah.

Thanks for coming.

Okay.

-Let's go for a drink. -Where do you wanna go?

-Royal Hotel. -Birchgate?

Yeah. That's right.

Is this a good idea, Annie?

I just want to go back there, where it all began.

(STARTS ENGINE)

Annie!

He killed Stephen as surely as I did!

You can't take the law into your own hands.

Annie!

I killed the wrong man, didn't I?

(FIRE CRACKLING)

You're always borrowing things from our shed.

Like Stephen's hammer.

What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own, remember?

You killed all those women.

Can I use the phone? It's an emergency!

Life's a fuckin' emergency love!

That G-registration car, the one the police were looking for,

that was yours, wasn't it?

That was the car you were so anxious to get rid off

that night, the night that I was here.

The car you used when you killed.

-Don't move! -Annie...

I might blind you or I might not.

It's not knowing, that's the worst, isn't it?

You don't understand!

She's gone crazy! She's gonna kill him!

Eileen!

Look, I have to ring you back.

See, I don't care what happens to me now.

I just want the truth.

I'll tell you the truth, Annie.

Stephen used to borrow that car. Other cars.

Why?

Because if your own car is seen too much in the red light district, they pick you up.

Police! It's urgent!

It was him, I swear it.

I thought he was anxious to get rid of it because of the scam.

He was always borrowing me car.

You're lying!

It's the truth! I swear it!

The police picked me up that night, the night of the murder!

Remember the prize dick?

It was on the night of the murder. It was minutes after.

I wasn't in that Cavalier!

I was in a red one.

-Ask the police! -(SPIKE CLATTERS)

They picked me up, they tore the car apart, they tore me apart!

Ask them, ask the fucking police!

Where is it now, that car?

We sold it for scrap. It's on the way to the crusher now.

No, Annie! No!

Annie, stop the car!

Let's talk about it. Annie, slow down.

You've just got out on bail!

-(TYRES SQUEAL) -NORMA: Where're we going?

INSPECTOR: Right! We're on our way!

We're on our way! Sodding psychiatrists!

Come on, Jo. Mickey, move it!

Not mad! No risk to the public!

(TYRES SCREECHING AND HONKING)

Shit! Three, zero, Charlie, one...

(SIRENS WAILING)

Annie, just slow down, he's behind us.

Three, zero. MAN ON RADIO: Charlie, one, O, nine...

(SIRENS WAILING)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

East Lancashire Police. You have a stolen car.

Matt, stop the line.

(SIRENS WAILING IN THE DISTANCE)

(DOOR CLOSING)

What are those?

They're called tyres, lady.

They're round, made of rubber and you fit 'em on wheels.

INSPECTOR: Only the Marsh brothers had access to the car.

Which is now down to a log book, four tyres and some upholstery.

Ken was with us, picked up under suspicion in Moorside.

And we have a witness from the pub, who's positive that Stephen drove it that night

when this tyre print was picked up from the murder scene.

This print on off-side rear was recovered from the scrap plant...

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

How could he go back to his kids?

How could she go on covering up for him? That's what get's me.

I mean. She must have known. Mustn't she?

-No you can't say that. -Oh, come on.

-MAN: Mickey! Mickey! -She fucking knew it!

-WOMAN: How can you say, "of course"? -MAN: She knew it.

I've booked a hotel room for you.

When the press find out who your husband was...

I can handle them.

I'm sure you can.

Will you take Mrs Marsh home, please.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(CHILDREN SHOUTING PLAYFULLY)

Matthew!

Mum! Mum! Mum!