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The day I met Jean was the day my dog died.

I just stood there by the side of the road, looking down at him.

He'd bitten right through his tongue.

When I went out that night, that's when I met Jean.

It's funny, you know,

the face they show you when they meet you,

and the face the show you when they drop the act.

We've all got our hidden sides though, haven't we?

Our little secrets.

But darkness has layers.

You just can't see them when it's all around you.

Go

She's the kinda girl that turns a breath into a gag

She blows me away Kicks me off in the morning

Her kinda of loving turns the greatest shag into a drag

But here's the real work of art

She gives me kiss and caress and a smack with a frying pan

Wham bam, spit teeth enjoy the fun

Love me, then leave me then love me again

I'm still standing I'm addicted to the pain

Oh, goodness, gracious, vicious

I'll be chopped and thrown to the fishes

I hope the fish don't find me delicious

You, you, you and you get the hell up!

Come on, move!

You've broken me house!

- Fuck. - What the hell's going on?

Who are you?

Tommy.

Come on, get out! Come on, get up!

Come on! My parents are gonna bloody kill me.

Hey, come on!

I said a few friends over for me birthday, not half the fucking town.

- Happy birthday. - Isn't till Monday.

Well, happy birthday for Monday then.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Who the hell are you?

Noel. How are you doing?

Move, you ugly bastard ya.

- All right, all right! - Me parents are going to kill me.

My father's going to hold me down

and my mother's going to stab me

again and again and again with a kitchen fork.

- What did you lock the attic for? - I completely forgot about it.

How the hell are we going to get home?

Ring a taxi.

I gave my phone to some homeless dude last night.

What the hell did you do that for?

Seemed like a good idea at the time.

There's Viv. She'll give us a lift.

Wakey, wakey!

- You fuck. - Give us a lift, will you?

Can't believe I drove here.

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!

Yeah, good question, John.

Does anyone actually care about this election?

What do you think? Let us know. 0874 100102.

Do you have to be somewhere?

Yeah. I'm late for classes. Shit.

How's college life?

Much the same as normal life, with extra books.

- What are you studying again? - Human behavior.

So what have you learned?

Most humans behave like assholes!

- Need to go to college to figure that out? - What about you?

Still in the glamorous world of car park attending?

Actually, no. I've moved on.

I'm now working in my local supermarket.

Pay is shite and the hours are shite

and the company's shite, so it's all worthwhile.

Jean told us she moved out.

Few days ago, yeah.

We were stuck in a rut.

Or a tire pit, to be more precise.

Interesting analogy.

- Are you psychoanalyzing me? - Are you scared?

Yeah. What if you deduced that Jean and I are perfect for each other?

Hey, that's my friend.

Jean doesn't have any friends. People don't like her.

- Very nice. - Thank you.

Thanks for the lift. See you around.

See ya.

I do not feel well.

- Want to come up for a coffee? - Are you offering?

You're making.

I see the old man is still upstairs.

Jesus. He keeps the fucking radio on all the fucking time.

It's driving me up the wall!

The only reason your landlord hasn't kicked you out

is because of that old man and his lease.

- Don't forget that. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm just saying.

If you "just say" one more time,

I'm going to have to kill you with a spoon.

Do you want coffee?

No.

No. See you later, Tommy.

How did you get in?

Pervy old man upstairs.

What are you doing here?

Where were you?

At a party.

How come you're never around when I need you?

Jean, we've split up.

I needed you last night, and where were you?

- I told you, I was at-- - You were at a party.

That's great, Tommy.

And how inconsiderate of me to need you last night.

How awful my timing is. What a selfish bitch I am.

I come in, and that fucking lizard is roaming around.

I've been trapped in the bedroom since I got here.

He's not a lizard. He's a bearded dragon.

I want it caged.

Lewis has just as much of a right to be here as anybody else.

I'm not here to debate reptile rights, okay? Cage it.

Cage this.

Hello, Lewis.

Now...

That is disgusting.

So, uh, what-- Why are you here?

She acts like I'm still a child,

wanting to know where I've been, who I was with.

And she never approved of you, of course.

"Get a proper boyfriend, can't you?

Hasn't he got a decent job yet? You can do better than him."

God, it was unbearable.

I mean, doesn't she think I know that?

I just needed a break.

How can I be an independent woman if my mother won't even get me a separate phone line?

So you-- you're going to stay here?

A few days.

Harsh words were spoken. She said a few things she didn't mean.

Tommy.

I missed you.

Put out that cigarette. You know I hate smoking.

Getting back with Jean did have its advantages.

But you know those movies where two people are forced to spend time with each other

and they end up falling madly in love?

Well, that wasn't happening.

I wonder if--

McGann.

Mr. Current, good morning.

Yes, it is morning. Well done.

I wouldn't have expected your brain to be working this early in the week.

Just pulled in to pick up me wages.

Do we know why we weren't here on Tuesday, McGann?

Were we given an explanation for that?

No, we weren't, but we were sick.

We think we've got hypochondria.

You've got a smart mouth, don't ya?

I love when people like you come here working for me,

people with smart mouths always ready with an answer.

It's fun watching them over the years they spent here,

always dreaming of other things.

They never get to do those other things.

That's you, McGann.

You've got a wonderful future behind you.

- Do you really think that this is gonna work? - What?

- Do you really think that this is going to work? - What work?

Us! Together--

- Us together again. - Why shouldn't it?

It didn't work the last time.

We didn't give it a chance.

We said that we needed some space from each other.

We had a week of space. How much space do you need?

And would you please get rid of the lizard?

Sorry, Lewis.

My name had apparently been discarded when I wasn't looking

- and replaced with... - Honey?

...in that whiny little voice of hers that always meant that she wanted something.

"Honey, are you watching this?

Honey, can you take me out for a drink?"

Honey, will you get me a pizza?

But we've just eaten.

Well, I'm hungry again. Please?

You don't really want a pizza, do you? It's raining outside.

- With anchovies. - It'll make you fat.

- How dare you. - What?

You said I was fat!

What?

This isn't exactly a good time in my life, you know.

This is such a dump.

I hate Noel, and you still have that disgusting lizard thing.

I'm in college, Tommy.

I have enough things to be worrying about without your tantrums.

I can't eat this.

I'm in college, Tommy, because, amazingly enough,

I haven't contented myself with being a loser for the rest of my life.

A little support would be nice.

I think you should sleep out here tonight.

And maybe that might focus your mind a little.

Is she home?

College.

When was the last time you got some exercise?

I mean, apart from riding your girlfriend.

Ooh! Who woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning?

Something you want to get off your chest, Noel?

- Not me. So how's work? - Don't start.

Angie said you didn't go for that interview yesterday.

- Don't need Angie to get me a job. - Oh, no.

Stacking shelves is just how you want to be spending the rest of your life.

Who am I to try and get you anything better?

Jesus. Mother, is that you in there?

Look at you. You're shitting yourself.

You're so scared of failure you don't even try to succeed.

Sorry if I'm not measuring up to your standards, Noel.

Grow up the fuck.

Is there somewhere you have to be, Noel?

I just dropped by to see how you were doing.

I'm great.

I'm just looking out for you, Tommy.

You know that the three issues in which I'm standing are...

rehabilitation, uh, reintegration and--

Gordon Ellis, currently leading in the national polls,

today hit out at the incoming government,

calling for a sterner legislation

and a more responsible attitude towards the victims of crime.

No stranger to tragedy himself

since the disappearance of his wife eight years ago...

Hello. So, what about meeting for a drink?

Oh, come on. I haven't had a really good girls' night out in absolutely ages.

We'll get all the old gang.

Oh, no, not her. I can't stand her now.

Well, Cheryl and I aren't really speaking after--

Well, then why not just the two of us?

Okay. Okay, bye. Bye.

That was Viv.

We're meeting up for a drink next week.

- How's she? - Viv? Fine.

Shoes are killing me.

- Don't wear them. - I have to wear them

- or they'll never get broken in. - They're lethal.

They should come with a government health warning.

You mean like your cigarettes?

At least my shoes don't hurt you.

Those cigarettes are killing me.

Fucking politics.

Open a window.

No.

Honey, put it out.

Tommy, put it out!

Now look what you've done!

For fuck's sake.

You don't want this relationship to work, do you?

- What the hell did you do that for? - You don't care about me.

You don't love me the way I love you.

That was a full pack.

Will you stop thinking about yourself for a change?

Your cigarettes are more important than me.

Your CDs are more important than my CDs.

Your things are more important than my things.

What are you talking about? What the fuck are you talking about now?

Give and take, Tommy.

Give and take. That's what makes a relationship work.

You're a fucking bitch.

We're through. We're over.

You screwed up one time too many, Tommy. I'm not gonna take you back.

I'm not going to give you another chance. We're finished.

I don't want another chance.

This is exactly what I mean.

You don't care about my feelings.

For Christ's sake, will you just leave?

Oh, I'll leave, all right.

Hate this place, your disgusting lizard!

He is a bearded dragon!

He's a walking purse!

You're a loser, Tommy. My mother was right about you.

You're a selfish, good for nothing, layabout slob!

I'm much too good for you. I'm way out of your league.

Well, you are a selfish, stuck-up pain in the ass!

You have no friends! Nobody likes you.

Get out! Go on! Out the door!

This is all you are, Tommy,

a few pathetic plastic trophies on a mantelpiece!

That's as good as it's going to get for you!

I promise the next time I'm here, I'll apply for membership.

Look, Tommy, I can't keep doing this.

Trust me. Do you trust me?

Not really.

Well, then there's hope for you yet.

Chance

Take it

Luck

Break it

Job

Ditch it

Life

Hitch it

All right?

How's it going?

Cool.

Finished training?

Yeah.

Are you heading home?

Yeah, in a minute, yeah.

Do you want a lift?

Yeah, all right.

Come on, come on.

Is she here?

I hope not. Fucking lunatic.

She's a bitch. Get rid of her.

- Dump her. - Oh, don't you worry.

Actually, I think she might have a bit of a thing about you.

That is a disgusting image. Ugh, I'm disgusted.

Jesus. Jean, Jean.

Fuck's sake.

Things like that can really screw with your head.

Did you touch her?

- I pushed her. - Shit.

But it was a tiny little push. She must have tripped after I left.

- Did you hit her? - No.

Did you grab her? Did you hold her?

No. She was throwing things, and I was trying to get out of the way.

You know, they can construct the entire thing from a few bruises on a corpse.

It's not a corpse. She's my girlfriend.

Was. Did she hit you?

No! It was-- It wasn't a fight.

This is messed up.

- It was an accident, Noel. - Christ.

It was an accident.

What if they don't believe you?

- It wasn't my fault. - You killed her.

I didn't do it on purpose.

I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't do it on purpose!

Just give me a second here.

Just give me a second.

A manslaughter charge will put you in prison.

Shut up!

I'm not going to prison for her.

Give me your car keys.

Why?

Don't fucking talk, Noel. Just listen to me.

Give me your keys.

Right, go home. Forget about this.

You never saw it. You never saw Jean lying here.

Not fucking here right now, okay?

Get out, Noel!

Don't tell anyone about this!

Just forget about it.

I needed a plan.

Get rid of the clues. Get rid of the body.

This wasn't as bad as it seemed,

apart from the fact that I now had a dead body in the back of the car.

Where do you hide a body?

Where do you hide a body?

Get rid of the body. Get rid of the clues.

Get rid of the body. Get rid of the clues.

Get rid of the body. Get rid of the clues.

Get rid of the body. Get rid of the clues.

Get rid of the body. Get rid of the clues.

Get rid of the body. Get rid of the clues.

Get rid of the body. Get rid of the clues.

Get rid of the body.

Holy shit.

Thanks for coming in, Mr. McGann.

We'll let you know as soon as we hear anything.

Is that it?

She's over 18. She is an adult.

Frank.

Thanks.

We'll keep an eye out.

Okay. Thank you.

It's men like you

That make me sick

That slap me up

So come on

Some people are funny.

Even after the most horrific of circumstances

they can still convince themselves that everything is okay.

Take my friend Noel.

Here.

Getting plastered isn't just great therapy,

it's also great fun.

Master of denial.

A toast to people who are not here

and to getting on with life.

Let's get pissed.

Hey.

You all right?

Any news, any word from Jean?

None.

Oh.

Listen, we're getting drunk now .Do you want to join us?

Oh, no, you're fine. We're going to get a seat somewhere.

Nonsensical. He's boring me anyway.

I am, you know.

Then it would be rude just to leave you here then.

- This is Helen. - Hello, Helen.

- Viv's told me all about you. - Has she now?

No, I'm lying. She's never mentioned you.

Helen, this is Noel.

His hobbies include trainspotting,

stamp collecting and bedwetting.

Hello, Noel.

How you doing? Don't believe a word he says.

I never collected stamps.

She's great.

She's smart, she's funny.

Well, maybe not funny exactly, but she's smart.

I'm pretty sure she's smart. Is she smart?

Yeah, Jean is a smart girl. She's going to come back.

I hope so.

So many weirdos out there, so many psychos.

Everything's going to be fine.

Yeah.

Listen, if you ever need to talk... Okay?

Oh, you know Jean. I don't think she'd look too kindly on that.

- You all right there? - Yeah, we're coming.

On what? We're friends.

What, she doesn't like you spending time with friends?

No, and especially those that look like you.

Was that a compliment, Tommy?

Was it complimentary?

Yeah, I think it was.

Then take it as a compliment.

Did you notice that?

What?

That awkward silence there, did you notice that?

Well, that was amazing.

Yeah, that was the first awkward silence where I didn't feel awkward.

You see, I'm always trying to think of something to say,

but there wasn't any pressure.

- And is that a good thing? - Yeah, of course it is.

Good.

You know, couples who have been together for years live in those silences.

If they were awkward, then they wouldn't be together, would they?

We are not a couple.

Oh, yeah.

Wow. You've got to admire that, huh?

Direct and to the point.

Well.

Well.

Come on. We'll miss our bus.

Listen, this probably goes against the whole friendship code of conduct thingy,

and I'm sure Jean is waiting for you at home right now, but are you busy tomorrow?

- Uh... - Do you want to do something?

Come on.

- Okay. - Okay, cool.

Give me a call tomorrow, about 2:00.

See ya.

Come on.

- Stud. - Slut.

Well?

This a hot date for you?

Listen, you can tell a lot about a person by the Rorschach test.

- I'm just curious. - About me?

Yeah, well, you're interesting.

It's an act. Ask Noel.

- You are very defensive. - No, I'm not. You are.

It looks the same as the other two.

All inkblots look like butterflies.

Am I the only person to see this?

Look, just use your imagination. Forget butterflies.

Look at the pattern and tell me the first thing that comes into your head.

Hermaphrodite sex.

Two anorexic angels screwing on top of a bus.

Great big fat woman being pleasured by a disembodied head.

Tommy.

Sorry, but that's definitely a butterfly.

But he's having sex.

So you like getting into people's heads?

Yeah, well, I like to try.

Analyze me.

You sure?

Okay, well, you're smart,

and you like to surprise people with this from time to time.

Keep people on their toes.

You don't like stupid people. You don't like boring people.

And you don't like people who try and tell you what to do.

You have a problem with authority.

I wouldn't call it a problem.

You like to play by your own rules,

and you have a secret that you don't want me to know about.

Do I now?

You asked me to analyze you, and you immediately adopt a defensive posture.

Your arms folded, using the table as a barrier.

You asked me as a challenge, but you don't really want to be found out.

You see, now you're covering your mouth.

There's something you don't want to tell me.

It's a deep, dark little secret, isn't it?

Okay, my turn.

You're smart, and you know it.

You're beautiful, and you know that too.

But you have some ridiculous idea that admitting it would be rude.

You like animals. You want to work with children.

Old people don't annoy you. World peace is a good idea.

And you're really beginning to fancy me.

Now that's interesting.

Your shoulders are square to me,

your knees are pointing towards me,

quick to smile, your eyes are lingering,

and you keep fixing your hair.

And all this means that I fancy you, does it?

You're beginning to blush.

You think you can read body language.

I think I can read your body language.

Interesting theory.

You okay?

Yeah.

Toby!

Toby, where are you?

Toby!

Toby! Toby.

- Hey. - Viv, hi.

I'm not interrupting you, am I? You seem busy.

My record is seven high. I'm going for one better.

Is that wine? What if they fall over?

They'll probably break. How the hell did you get into college?

- Excuse me? - Never mind. My boss will be back in a minute.

Give us that box there, will you?

Okay.

It's beautiful.

Listen, I was wondering if you're doing anything later,

maybe you'd like to come and see a film...

with me.

You know, if you want. You know, as friends.

Sure.

Okay, great. Well, after I finish classes,

I'll come and pick you up, yeah?

Shit.

Jesus Christ, McGann! What the hell have you done?

Well, you see, they fell, sir.

I can see that. Clean that mess up.

It's my break time now.

- Get out. You're fired. - What about my pay?

- You've already broken four weeks salary in wine. - But I don't get paid in wine.

I get paid in money. I haven't broken any money.

Get out of here, you little shit.

There's no need to be rude about it, sir.

You're scaring a valued customer of ours here.

Fuck off.

- Come on, we're going. - Bye.

I'm gonna have you up on charges.

Willful destruction of property.

What you're doing right now is tantamount to shoplifting, McGann.

I hope you remember this

when your stuck in the welfare queue for the rest of your miserable life.

Can't hear you! Can't hear you!

Waste of space and you always will be.

You really are fucking pathetic.

I quit.

- Well, that was crap. - Yeah, well, I wanted a romantic comedy.

Sorry, but I make it a rule to avoid any film that has "wedding" in the title.

That is so unfair.

If you wanted fair, you should've brought Helen.

Helen's in class.

And why aren't you in class?

- Eh? - Hey.

Mr. McGann?

Detective Inspector Wheeler. Can I have a word?

Yeah.

It's about your girlfriend.

Is it all right to smoke?

Go right ahead.

It must be a trying time for you.

First reports indicate she died of a single blow with a blunt object.

Oh, my God.

Your girlfriend wasn't the only one we found.

What?

There was another body. A woman.

We haven't identified her yet, but we will.

She'd been there a few years.

Now...

you last saw Jean the morning she disappeared.

Yeah, when she went off to college.

And she didn't return home.

No.

How was it between you two?

Fine.

We're going to keep this out of the news

till we know what we're dealing with.

Don't want to start a panic now, do we?

What are you gonna do?

Don't know.

It's a bad situation.

Yeah, Noel, it is, yeah.

Thanks for clarifying that for me.

I can't believe she's dead.

What's it to you anyway? You couldn't stand her.

I hate French films, but that doesn't mean I'm going to bomb Paris.

What do you want me to do, turn myself in?

Is that what you want? Do you want me in prison?

I killed her. It was an accident, but I still killed her.

I acknowledge this.

You seem very calm.

Yeah. No, I'm cool like that.

You could've made it look like a break-in or something.

I did what I thought was best at the time.

Looks like you did it on purpose now.

I know what it looks like, thank you, Noel, but it was an accident.

Let's not stray too far from that minor detail.

This isn't right.

What, you think I like this?

Think I'm proud?

I'm not a murderer, Noel, all right?

I'm not a fucking murderer.

I never really liked her anyway.

Was Jean politically active?

Sorry?

Did she attend fund-raisers, anything like that?

Was she involved in political debates?

I wouldn't imagine so, no.

Do you know this woman?

Who is she?

Kathleen Ellis.

Ever seen her before?

No.

She's been identified as the other victim, the first victim.

Disappeared eight years ago.

Never seen her before?

Sorry.

Right. We're done here.

I'll need you to come in tomorrow to take your statement.

Sure.

So there you go, Noel. That's the situation now.

Tommy, don't walk away from me, I'm talking to ya.

So why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want you to freak, all right?

Why would I freak about a second fucking body?

Why would I freak about that?

- Just a councilor's wife from years ago. - What councilor?

- That councilor. - Last night a visibly shaken Gordon Ellis

asked news crews and photographers

for some privacy following the discovery.

Ellis, who's ahead in the polls,

hasn't yet released an official statement,

but close friends say he's deeply distraught

and concerned about what he calls

"the disturbingly amateurish approach

the authorities have taken to the investigation."

Detective Inspector John Wheeler declined to comment,

but a police spokesperson insisted they are pursuing...

And so, Father, we commend the mortal remains

of our beloved daughter Jean

to your everlasting care and devotion.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

- Amen. - Amen.

How are you feeling?

Just give me a minute, will you?

Hey.

How are you?

I'm great, thanks, Tommy. How are you?

Anyway, I'm probably the last person you want to hear from right now, so...

I'll go.

I never loved you, Jean.

But I liked you.

Sometimes.

Cheers now. Thanks for waiting.

- See you, mate. - Take it easy, Tommy.

See you, Viv.

Excuse the noise.

Hello, Mr. O'Leary!

What do you want?

We got an anonymous call earlier today.

- Who from? - Didn't say.

That's why they call it "anonymous."

What are you looking for?

The caller knows you.

And he knows your flat.

Knows everything about you, Tommy.

What the fuck?

John.

And you told me you'd never seen Kathleen Ellis before.

Ah, come on!

Let's go.

Someone planted those photographs, all right?

Someone just walked in there and planted them, did they?

Yes.

No smoking.

- How was the funeral? - It was great laugh.

The priest got the names mixed up, and they dropped the coffin.

I saw a few trophies in your flat.

You box?

I used to do karate.

- What belt? - Black.

Very impressive.

- Why'd you leave? - Got bored.

Really?

I have spoken to some people about you.

Now I'm not one for psychological profiling, Mr. McGann,

but I do feel you'd make an interesting study.

I've heard numerous reports of your bad temper.

Do you have a bad temper, Tommy?

An inclination to strike out, perhaps?

Were you using your old Kung Fu to control that temper?

So what happened to that temper when you stopped?

I used to box.

- Yeah, I know. - Hmm?

Picture on the wall in your office.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Best night of my life when I won that championship.

Apart from my wedding night, that is.

Do you ever think of marriage, Tommy?

No.

What are ya, 25?

I was married when I was your age.

Guess people wait a little longer now, eh?

Waiting for the right girl.

- Met the right girl yet, Tommy? - Don't know.

That girl you were with.

- Viv? - McCormack, yeah.

She a close friend?

I don't know.

Are you fucking her, Tommy?

Don't think that's any of your business.

Jesus, sorry.

It's just that you may have killed your girlfriend

to make room for the new one.

- I didn't kill her. - Right.

If I wanted to get rid of Jean, I would've broken up with her. I didn't have to kill her.

- Oh, you didn't have to kill her. - No.

- But you did anyway. - That's not what I meant.

That's what you said. You could've broken it off with her.

- You didn't have to kill her. - You're twisting my words now.

Your words are twisting all by themselves.

I didn't kill Jean so that I could date Viv.

I didn't kill Jean for anything. I didn't kill Jean!

Oh, right. That's what you meant.

That's what I said.

So did you kill Kathleen Ellis for any particular reason?

How long can you keep me here?

Long enough to get some answers.

Didn't kill anyone.

I think you've said that.

Kathleen Ellis was murdered eight years ago.

What age were you then?

Seventeen.

Seventeen. Old enough.

I didn't know Kathleen Ellis.

The thing I'm wondering about is Jean.

You said you didn't see her at all that night.

She never got home to your flat. Is that right?

Yes.

Sure you're not mistaken? Been through a lot.

Sure your memory isn't playing tricks on you?

I'm sure.

That's interesting.

What's interesting?

Nothing.

So when did you first meet Kathleen Ellis?

The government is refusing to comment on speculation

that the current controversy could preclude Mr. Ellis

from taking part in a coalition government.

Mr. Ellis is widely expected to secure a seat

in next week's election.

Mr. Ellis, have you any comment to make?

No, I'm sorry. I've no comment to make.

I'm sure you understand this is a very emotional time for me.

Where is this fucker, Wheeler?

Take a seat here, Mr. McGann.

You little shit.

She was too good for you. You stole her away from us.

- That's why she's gone. - Frank, get him away.

- Hold on here one second. - It's your fault, you little bastard!

Your fault!

You didn't take good enough care of her.

That's why she's gone.

Don't forget to wash your hands.

I just wanted to see what my wife's killer looked like.

Do you know who I am?

Yeah.

No, I don't think you do.

Are you scared?

Of course you're scared.

You're looking at a lifetime in prison for what you've done.

I haven't done--

Innocence doesn't suit you Mr. McGann.

It's not your color.

Do you know what I see?

I see you spending the rest of your days in prison.

I don't see that there's any other way this thing can go, do you?

Do you dream about her?

Your girlfriend, I mean.

Do you have nightmares about digging that hole

late at night in the dark?

You murdered your wife.

Now that's just irresponsible and libelous.

Mr. Ellis?

The one thing to remember about the dark, boy,

is that you never know what you'll find.

Mr. Ellis?

Mr. Wheeler, good to see you.

Sorry for keeping you waiting. Come with me, please.

Certainly.

Mick, escort Tommy to my office.

This way, please.

I needed to do something.

Something quick.

I could always rely on Noel.

Absolutely no way.

Look, if we don't do this, if we don't do this,

and if Ellis finds a way to convince the police

that I've done the other thing, then I am screwed.

- I am screwed, Noel. - I don't care. No.

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't want to involve you in this, but I can't do this on my own.

No way, man, no! This is fucking crazy. You are crazy.

You're my best friend.

I need your help.

I need you to do this with me.

Fuck off! Every time you get me involved in your shit.

I'm not doing it this time, man. No way.

Please. Please.

We're not actually going to hurt him, right?

Word from upstairs says we've got to back off of this.

He's got a lot of powerful friends, John.

I got here, ladies and gentleman, the hard way.

The hard way!

I have one goal:

to make this city a better place.

I want to house the homeless, feed those who are hungry, employ the unemployed.

I want to make sure, ladies and gentleman, that not one other person

falls between the cracks of this great town.

I am standing here because the people of this city care.

I have got this far because of them.

Because they believe the same things as I do,

that we cannot ignore the disadvantaged any longer.

Ladies and gentleman, the land of 100,000 welcomes

will welcome its own into its arms once again.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

And don't be late.

Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing?

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

What the fuck are you doing in my house?

Okay. He's out.

Get this set up.

- You know how to tie a noose? - Shh!

- Do you know how to tie a noose? - I thought you did.

Why should I know?

I just thought it'd be something that you'd know.

Pull harder.

This is ridiculous.

What are you doing?

Rope burns.

People who hang themselves have friction burns around their neck.

Hurry up, man. He's getting heavy.

Just don't let go.

He's still awake. You mustn't have given him enough.

- Enough. Enough. - Jesus Christ, man. You did give him the acid.

- Of course. - Okay, then just more sleeping pills.

- Come on. - We can't risk him getting up before the police get here.

They've got to see him, got to see the suicide attempt.

This is an insane fucking plan.

- It was better than your plan. - I didn't have one.

Then there wasn't competition. Give me the pills.

Oh, shit!

Mr. Ellis? Mr. Ellis?

Detective Inspector Wheeler.

I know you're in there, Ellis.

Good Christ.

Finally giving the public what they want, eh?

Get me... a hospital.

Not just yet.

Why don't we talk for a little bit?

It's been a while since we had a really good little off-the-record chat, isn't it?

When was the last time? Let me see.

Was it seven years ago?

Something about you murdering your wife.

I remember you smiled when I said I was going to make you pay.

You're not smiling, Gordon.

What the fuck? That's years ago, John.

Get me to the hospital.

You are not going anywhere near a doctor.

There's no one coming for you.

Who do you think you are?

You are supposed to serve people like me.

You're a joke.

You've been after me for years, and...

you've never beaten me, have you?

You've never charged me, have you?

I tell all my friends about you, Wheeler.

We all have a big laugh.

Oh, shut up, will you?

Do your duty, Inspector.

Save me.

What the fuck do you think you're doing? What the fuck--

Well...

Good God, I don't believe-- He can't--

Fuck's sake, he fucking murdered him. He's-- He's a cop.

- This is fucked up. - I don't believe it.

I can't believe our taxes pay his salary.

Let's just think straight.

Right.

Fucking hell!

He murdered him. Jesus!

I've got to stop. I've got to stop.

Oh, for God's sake, Noel.

He's a psycho.

He's not a psycho.

No, of course not. He's a perfectly ordinary guy.

He didn't mean to break Ellis's neck. He just hugged him the wrong way.

Ellis fucked up his own suicide. Wheeler just gave him a hand.

Oh, so he's a Samaritan now?

St. Wheeler, patron saint of suicides?

- We have to report this. - Why?

- He killed a man. - So?

He's a cop. They're not supposed to do that.

I don't think reporting it is going to do much for your situation though.

What? I had nothing to do with this.

You loaned me your car. You withheld information. You hated Jean.

- Don't you fucking dare! - This is my life now.

No one's gonna fuck that up for me. Not Wheeler, not Ellis

and certainly not fucking you.

You'd actually do it, wouldn't you?

Do whatever you want, Tommy. You're fucked up in the head.

You've lost it.

Look, it's over. He's dead.

You need some serious psychiatric help.

You keep your mouth shut about this, Noel, all right?

Piss off!

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.

Shit!

Neighbors in this exclusive suburb are clearly shocked at this latest development,

and no one is willing to be interviewed.

The state pathologist arrived at the scene a short time ago,

and it's now been confirmed that Gordon Ellis died at his home.

Details are sketchy, and police won't comment on the cause of death,

but I understand no one else is being sought in connection with the incident.

Inspector, have you anything to say?

I don't know. I kind of feel cheated or something.

I wanted to see the bastard suffer.

If that's the way it had to be, then that's that.

Pathologist wants a word with you.

Be with him in a minute.

- Hello. - Hi, Viv, it's me.

Hi, Tommy. I've been worried sick about you. How are you?

I'm great. Listen, I was thinking of asking you out on a date

by disguising it as a friendly drink.

You been drinking?

No. Well, what do you say?

Yeah, if you did it really subtle, then maybe.

Okay, okay, so if I arranged to meet you after your classes end?

Yeah, that would work.

Just don't make me sound too practiced, okay? I like spontaneity.

Okay.

Thanks for the advice. Wish me luck.

Good luck.

- Viv? - Yes, Tommy.

Would you like to go out for a friendly drink?

Okay.

- How was that? - Yeah, that was good. Didn't suspect a thing.

Right. You.

Okay, so here's the big question.

Who would you rather date?

Clark Kent, Superman.

Strong, noble, real gentleman.

Bruce Wayne, Batman.

Dark, dangerous, unpredictable.

Or Don Diego, Zorro.

Witty, roguish, swashbuckling.

This is your big question?

You use Rorschach tests. I use superheroes.

Batman.

You like the dark side.

I dig the car.

Tributes have been pouring in following the death of Gordon Ellis.

The prime minister this evening described the independent politician

as a man of great vision and determination.

He said he had enjoyed spirited debates with Mr. Ellis

and would miss his keen intellect.

I'd be sitting in church

thinking how great it'd be if my parents were gunned down

so I'd have an excuse to devote my life to fighting crime.

What?

Batman.

I don't know which is weirder.

The thought of you wishing your parents were dead

or the thought of you in church.

I was a good boy.

Oh, yeah? What happened?

The usual. Temptation, pride, lust.

Lust especially.

Is that right?

I've got to go.

- Already? - Yeah, I've got to go.

No, stay, please. I want you to.

- Tommy, I can't. - What's stopping you?

I just can't, okay?

I'll see you. I'm sorry.

Do you have anything I could borrow just until my clothes dry?

There you go.

Thank you.

...quick to smile, your eyes are lingering,

and you keep fixing your hair.

And all this means that I fancy you, does it?

Your mouth is dry. You want to lick your lips. You're beginning to blush.

You think you can read body language?

I think I can read your body language.

Interesting theory.

And all this means that I fancy you, does it?

And all this means that I fancy you does it?

Detective Inspector.

What's this?

What are you doing?

- That's mine. - What is this?

- They're tapes for class. - They're about me.

You taped our conversations. Why?

Tommy.

What the fuck is going on, Viv?

What are you doing?

I saw an opportunity.

What?

A chance to make a real study.

So my girlfriend is murdered,

and you're using it to get to the top of your class.

- Don't even try that. - What are you talking about?

I know you killed her.

What, you didn't think that I'd figure it out?

I'm not stupid, Tommy.

Are you going to tell the police?

What?

Why would I?

Tommy, I'm not going to turn you in.

I liked you.

From the start, I liked you.

I didn't plan on this.

Didn't plan on what?

On us.

Go away.

Yeah, hello?

Tommy, it's me.

Let's sort this out.

Yeah, okay, wait. I'll come up to you.

How did you get this? It was in your coat.

Jean had this.

So how come you have it now?

- I found it a few days ago. - Bullshit.

I got rid of everything.

So how come you have her phone?

She called me.

After you hit her.

She called me.

Well, then why didn't you call for help?

Jesus Christ, Viv. What did you do?

Sit back and watch her die?

Answer me!

Yeah.

You're fucking insane.

You're fucking insane!

Noel, help me! He's gone fucking crazy!

Do you know what effect this is having on me?

Take a good fucking look!

I'll show you!

You fucking bitch!

You fucking sick, twisted--

Get off me! She's a fuck!

Get off me!

Tommy! Tommy!

Tommy.

He's dead.

What are you going to do?

I didn't kill him.

Yes, you did.

He just went mad for no reason.

He was trying to kill me.

He was using you, Noel.

McGann?

McGann.

Detective Inspector Wheeler. Are you in?

Inspector.

Miss McCormack.

Is Tommy home?

No, sorry. I haven't a clue where he is.

Really?

Anything I can pass on?

No.

Okay.

Oh. Tell him he left this behind him.

Tell him I said hello.

Sure.

See you soon.

What shall I do?

I don't know.

But you've got to make a decision.

Okay? It's your choice.

This is a terrible, terrible thing that has happened.

But are you going to let it fuck up your life?

Go home.

Tommy never came home.

We are not here right now.

Okay.

If you need anything,

you just call me, okay?

Go home.

Tommy never came home. We are not here right now.

We've all got our hidden sides though, don't we?

Our little secrets.

The dark sides that we don't show anyone.

But darkness has layers.

You just can't see them when it's all around you.

You're sweet, my dear

Prim and proper

A girl who's never been kissed

Well, I'm tired of being pure

I'm not chaste

I wanna go to the devil

I wanna be evil

I wanna spit tacks

I wanna be evil

And cheat at jacks

I wanna be wicked

I wanna tell lies

I wanna be mean

And throw mud pies

I wanna be evil

I wanna be mad

Much more than that

I wanna be bad

I wanna be wicked

I wanna tell lies

I wanna be mean

And throw mud pies

A girl who's never been kissed.

Well, I'm tired of being sweet, prim and proper.

You're prim and proper.

You're prim and proper.

Never been kissed.

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