All language subtitles for Cold Blood (I)

Mum?

Mum!

Where's Eve?
Holloway.

I want you both to look at this.

Don't tell anyone you've seen it.
Boss.

Back in an hour.

I'm really sorry about this, Mum.
Bloody Des swore he'd...

Peter, could you put your shoes on?
And tell Lily to. Now.

Now, now, now, now. Go on.

You just go.

Oh, and give Mary my love.

Oh - one thing.

You couldn't, um, call Jake?
I haven't had time.

Jake?
Tell him about Mary.

Right.

Be good for Nana.
Bye, Mum.

Professor Kerr?
Detective Inspector Welburn.

Thank you, Irene.

Tom!
Robert.

Nice to see you.

Brian Wicklow, isn't it?

Says he wants to talk.

I know.

Has he mentioned Emma?

No.

Well, what's he want?
Nothing.

Apart from the opportunity

to savour, to relive,
each and every single detail.

Do you think there's any chance
he might give up the body?

Given that he refuses to admit
he saw her, let alone kill her...

How was he?

Well, the last time you saw him?

He was rather pleased with himself.

He wasted five years of my time.

Will you help?

No.

Look, it's only
going to feed his ego.

KERR: "If I were you,
I'd keep it low-key."

"Make him feel unimportant. Then if
he tells you anything, that's fine."

"You can always pretend
it's of no consequence."

Morning.
Morning.

Morning.
Morning, Eve. Early again?

Morning.

Des.

Being as awkward and unhelpful
as possible.

Have I missed anything?

Take a look at that.
But you haven't seen it.

OK.

You OK? Drink?

Water? Tea?
Just water, thanks.

Shit.

RECORDING:
'Leave a message after the beep.'

Hello, Jake?

'Well, I hope it's Jake.'

'It's Eve. Eve...Granger.'

'I'm sorry to call you out of the
blue. My mother asked me to call.'

'It's about your mother.
She's...she's had a stroke.'

'She's stable,
but she's in the city hospital.'

'I don't have the name of the ward,

but if you call,
they'll be able to give it to you.'

Sorry, I had to make a call.

A friend of my mother's had a stroke.

She asked me to call the son.
He - well, we -

grew up together, sort of.

He used to keep and fly buzzards.

I had the most terrible crush on him.

I was 14. Convinced myself we'd get
married one day, if only he'd wait.

He didn't. Just as well, really.

He's Jake Osborne.

He shot his wife and a PC
he caught in bed together?

Must be out on licence.
Huh. Sure can pick 'em.

Mary.

Mary?

Mary, it's me.

Annie.

Annie...Annie?
Annie Granger.

No...

Where's Arthur?

Have you read it? Up to speed?
Yeah. Uh, nearly.

Right. I'll fill you in
on the way there, then.

Hello?

Eve, it's Jake Osborne.

Jake?

Right. Is, um...

How's your mum?
'I'm on my way now.'

I just wanted to say thank you.

Are you OK?

Uh, yeah, I'm OK. You?

Yeah, I'm fine, but I'm a bit busy.

Good. Uh...well, thanks again.

Yeah. Bye.

Sorry.
I was just saying,

Wicklow normally chose women
who lived by themselves.

Possibly spending up to 12 hours
killing them.

And Emma?
We don't think so.

Her mum was the target.

The poor kid happened to be in
the wrong place at the wrong time.

Wicklow killed her
on the one weekend a month

she was supposed to be with her dad.

I understand him killing the child

if she was a witness,
or could identify him,

but not why he hid the body.

He didn't hide any
of his other victims, did he? No.

Maybe he did do something to her.

Wicklow was very particular.

None of his crimes involved sex
as we know it.

WELBURN: What arouses Wicklow
is distress.

He incapacitated his victims,
spending hours with them

as they lay fully conscious
but unable to move.

AJAY: There's another thing. He's
very fussy about personal hygiene.

He even washed and cleaned
all his victims.

EVE: Then why so careless?
He left enough of his own DNA behind.

WELBURN: I don't think
he ever thought he'd be caught.

It was only when his sister reported
a break-in while he was on holiday.

Someone had taken his collection
of porcelain figurines.

AJAY: Scene examiner
mixed up the samples,

sent off Wicklow's by mistake.
Complete stroke of luck, really.

Distress...
Is that what this is about?

Stirring it all up again?

Could be.
That's what we have to find out.

GUARD: Make way.

Morning.
Morning.

DS Granger, DS Roychowdury.
Morning.

Come on, let's get inside.
It's freezing.

What made Wicklow so dangerous is,

he appears completely harmless
and trustworthy.

And it might sound odd,

but the thing I should warn you
about, what you must guard against,

is that you'll end up liking him.

Liking him?
Oh, yes.

That's very hard to deal with.

And presumably he knows it?
Ha.

Emma's mum, Patti - we found
her DNA on a rectal thermometer.

We think killing Emma distracted him
and he forgot to clean it.

And you're worried we might like him?
Ha.

Wicklow says he wants to discuss
the missing child.

Doesn't mean he will.

Has he mentioned her?
No.

Is there anything you can think of
that might have triggered this?

Several attempts on his life,

but the last
was more than three years ago.

Did they bother him?
Hm. The only things that do,

resulting in a polite exchange
of correspondence,

PAGER BEEPS
are the smell of the drains

and the quality of the soap
used in the showers. Excuse me.

Ready?
Yeah.

Thank you.

Well, that's a record.
The press know you're here.

By name? No,
but they know who you came to see.

Can we bluff it out?
Emma's family don't even know.

I'd rather they -
Leave it with me.

He'll want to pick
who interviews him,

so we'll use the classic force.

Let him choose,
but only the one we want.

We'll start with you and me, Ajay,

and if he objects,
we'll let him pick Eve.

Keep wearing the same clothes.

Don't wash them, or yourselves.

No deodorants. And Eve?

If you wear earrings,
make sure they don't match.

Brian.
Tom.

This is DSI Ajay Roychowdury.
Mr Wicklow.

Mr Roychowdury.

I'm glad they sent you.

You might not be.
No, I am, truly.

It's nice to see you, Tom.
How's your wife?

I'm afraid she died two years ago.
Cancer.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Thank you.

Mind if we start?
Oh...

indulge me a little, please.

First chance in a long time

to enjoy good company,
even to hold a conversation.

I think that rather depends.

Oh, now, come on.

Not much to ask, is it? I mean,
it's not like I'm sitting here

demanding a new television.
Or a little more privacy.

You know I've very little
to offer you.

But... if it did lie in my power,
what would you like?

I'd like to talk to Professor Kerr.
I'm sure you would.

Is he here?
No.

'But you've spoken to him.'
'Not recently.'

I used to find our conversations
most enlightening.

All that time and effort he put in -
to come so close, and yet...

Ah, well.

And what else would you like?

That's all.
I don't believe you.

You started it.

Why now? Why talk to us
after all these years?

Does it matter?

No.

Ajay.

'Aren't you a little curious?'

JAN: How's it going?
Fascinating.

That's what I was afraid of.

'Perhaps YOU never had to face up to
the enormity of something you did.'

It's so much easier to put it aside,
blot it out.

Don't say you can't remember. We're
not going over all the details,

in the hope of jogging your memory.

Your wife's death
seems to have hit you hard, Tom.

I hope that hasn't affected
your faith. No.

Though...when your wife died,

didn't you feel...let down?

Abandoned?
No.

Why not?

I'm not playing games.

This isn't a game.

Forgiveness, understanding,

for someone who's
done the sort of things I have -

I can't tell you how important
those concepts are.

'They offer hope -

something many of us in here
have very little of.'

I would like to believe in God,
but...

You say you didn't in any way
feel disappointed?

No.

Then you must have felt
He was there.

In the darkest hours.

I wish I could believe that, Tom.
I really do.

Because when I was with those women,
in their darkest hours,

there was nothing.

Nothing.

No spirit, no sign, no God.

Just me.

Oh, I think He was there.

Most of all with Emma.

Tom, a trap!

Should I shake my head
and fall into it,

or should I say, "Emma?"

"Who's Emma?"

If you can't tell us about Emma,

this interview is effectively over.
OK, Ajay.

She had a mole.

Where?

I'd rather speak to someone else,
Tom, if you don't mind.

A mole means nothing.

It's me or no one.

Three foot seven...

..three stone ten.

Now can I have someone else?

Arthur?

No, Mum. It's me. Jake.

Arthur?

No, Mum. Jake.

Jake?

Yes.

(SIGHS) Jake...

Where's Debbie?

This part of the brain
has been destroyed by the bleed.

Right.

She seems to have lost
a considerable amount of memory.

She thought -
she thought I was my father.

And who's Debbie?

Your mother mentioned a wedding.

Is that significant
to any particular year?

Sorry.

Ball.

Ball!

Been trapped in there for days.

Is that how
you simple life-forms communicate?

In the interests of science,
please tell us.

Was that a cry for help?
Or some kind of mating call?

Tell me, when are they
letting you out of here, Brian?

Eh? Eh? Someone as clever as you?

Must be real soon.
Cos I'm off in four weeks,

and even Honeycutt'll get home
one day.

So when is it? Eh?

This is the closest you'll ever get
to fresh air, pal.

What happened to Emma's father?
He committed suicide,

soon after. But don't go there.

You think Wicklow will?

I suspect he'll be more interested
in you.

Don't tell him anything,

even if he offers to trade it.

Eve. Is that short for Evelyn?
No.

Let me guess -
I'd say you were five foot eight,

126 lbs.

What, so you can spend the day

calculating how much anaesthetic
would incapacitate me?

What else have I got to do?

'You said Emma had a mole.'

I don't want to be rude,
Mr Roychowdury,

but not only have you interrupted
our conversation,

but I'd say that's the same shirt
you wore yesterday.

Don't you have a clean one?

'Very observant of you.'

He's trying to separate them,
being nice to Eve and not to Ajay.

Nothing's ever that simple
with Brian.

Let me guess - Eve's a single mum.

Hope you know what you're doing.

'Don't you think I saw through
that little charade yesterday?'

With respect, Mr Wicklow, we're not
here to discuss your intelligence.

I'm sure we can arrange
for you to meet with someone,

if that is important to you.

Though how anyone can measure
something so extensive is beyond me.

Presumably, even if Brian confesses,
it'll never come to court.

So what's this really about, then?

I - we - just want the body back.

The press are holding off for now.

I bet he called them.

His calls are restricted.

All of them are monitored.

'Let's get back to the point.'

'Basically, Brian,
you've told us nothing.'

You mentioned a mole. But almost
every child has a mole, if you look.

Yes, you're quite right.
You knew Emma's height and weight.

Did you do to her
what you did to the others? No.

Something worse?
No.

Why take her? Is it what you did?
You have children?

What was it?

It's extraordinary how far a mother
will go to protect her child.

What did you do, Brian?
Do you have children?

Then I don't think
you want to listen to this next bit.

'You hear about
women who do extraordinary things,

like lifting buses to rescue
their child trapped beneath.'

Well, put it like this.

If Patti could have lifted a bus,
she would have done.

Given the amount of muscle relaxant,

it's quite astonishing
she could even move at all.

He's feeding off her.

All we need to know is where she is.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.
Blame them.

I didn't choose you.
Emma.

I'm not saying another word till
you start wearing a clean shirt.

Was that DCI Welburn's idea,
or the brilliant professor's?

'Let me guess.'

'Welburn.'

'The professor seems somehow...
less sure of himself these days.'

OK.

What else have you been asked to do
in order to unsettle me?

Nothing.
Let me guess.

Dirty fingernails?
Chipped nail varnish? No.

Told you not to shave
under your arms?

I haven't been asked to do anything.

But I'll promise you one thing.

I promise you not to come in here
when I'm menstruating.

Every child might have a mole,

but not every child likes butter.

'Butter?'

I'll see you tomorrow.

Any idea what Wicklow means?
No.

Unless he wants you to imagine the
possible horrors and connotations,

draw you into his world.
He's doing that all right.

I'm just his type, aren't I?
We don't even know what his type is.

Eve Granger.

You got that?

You call your little friend.

The journalist.
Yeah.

Say it.

Eve Granger. Yeah.

Go on.

How badly do you think she wants it?

Shall I tell you?

Mrs Granger.

'Jake?'

'Jake?'

'You're back!
I'm glad someone's here.'

'Debbie was supposed to collect Joss
an hour ago.'

'Come on, darling.'

'Mind your head.'

'Mum?'

'I don't mind
being called at short notice, but -'

He walked straight up to me,

just as if nothing had happened.
I got such a shock!

What did you expect?
That he'd pull out a shotgun?

Something about his eyes
always troubled me, even as a boy.

Rubbish. You thought Jake was
wonderful, just as much as I did.

No. I didn't.

You let me wander
all over the countryside with him.

Sorry. You may be used to murderers.
I felt very uncomfortable -

He started asking about his son.

Eve Granger?
Sorry? You are?

Is it true you've been talking
to Brian Wicklow?

Don't answer the door.
Eve!

I've got to make a call.
Eve?

Eve, talk to me!

'You're going to be a big boy,
yeah?'

'A big brave boy for Daddy.'

'All right.'

Wait in the car, Ajay.
Boss.

Lynn.

No news, I'm afraid,
but we need to talk.

# SINGING ON TV:
"Suspicious Minds"

Mr Osborne?

Yes?

Can we come in?
I was just on my way...

My mother's away. She asked me
to look in, keep an eye on things.

I see.

What's been going on here?
Well, nothing. Just...

sorting through a few family items.

Do you mind emptying your pockets,
sir?

Am I under arrest?
If you want to be. Sir.

Are you in the habit of carrying
large amounts of cash, sir?

I make rocking horses.
I sold one to a shop.

I haven't had a chance
to bank it yet.

And have you any proof
you are who you say you are?

Mr Osborne?

I'm sorry. We wanted to tell you
in our own time,

when there was something to tell.
And I wanted you to hear it from me,

not on some front page.

But it's true. He has contacted us,
and we are talking to him.

Oh...
There's - there's one thing.

A word's come up, and we wondered
if it had any association

for you or Emma.
Butter.

Butter?

I couldn't bear to throw them out.

Butter?

She said he was as soft as.

He is.

I want her home...

Oh...

Oh, I want her home.

..his wife and a police officer.

A police officer?

You shot a police officer.

This is my mother's house.
I've every right to be here.

I haven't breached my licence. Ahh!

Emma had a teddy bear.

Then you must have spoken
to the family.

How is Mrs Foley?
How do you think?

Oh, I'd be careful, Eve,
very careful,

before asking me what I think,

unless you're fully prepared
for what I say.

It's something you did to her.

Nice clean shirt, Ajay.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

What did you do to her, Brian?
Come on, Eve.

Surely you must know
the child per se

was of no interest
to me whatsoever.

If I reacted, he loved it.
If not, I was made to feel complicit.

Either way.
I wouldn't worry.

Boss, if I'm cannon fodder -
He's talking about Emma, isn't he?

And that's a first.

Nice picture!

As if being used by Wicklow
wasn't bad enough.

I know it's not a good time,

but your friend Jake Osborne's here.
He's been arrested.

Eve!

What happened?
Nothing.

Nothing?
Has he seen the medical examiner?

Thank you.

Why did you lie to them
about your mother?

(SIGHS) If they went to see her -
they know who I am, what I did.

She still has no memory of it,
not yet.

I'd rather she heard it
from me, that's all.

And the money?
Mine.

Can you prove it?
Yes.

Sign here, please, sir.

Excuse me.

Sarge.
Neil.

What were you looking for?
(SIGHS)

Information. About my son.

Look, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to drag you into this.

No. No. It shouldn't have happened.

Well, still, thanks.

OK. Well, give my love to your mum.

I will. Good luck with Wicklow.

Well, it was in the papers.

Oh, thanks.
Yeah, well - I think we'll need it.

Well, for what it's worth,
he's lying.

But I expect you know that already.

Saying he'll tell you
where the body is -

he's never going to give that up.

You can't know that.

I was on remand with Wicklow.

The prison governor asked me
to buddy him during Christmas,

and no one else would.

I was about to be moved, so...

What you have to understand is,

the knowledge of Emma's whereabouts
is his only possession.

He'll never give that up,
unless he can replace it

with something better.
Such as?

Another victim.

But he's inside.
Exactly.

I know Brian.
I wish I didn't, but I do.

OK. Um,

did they give you any idea how long
your mother has to stay in hospital?

No, the main problem
is still her memory.

I was - I was hoping
that, you know, she might...

Is that your son?

(SNIFFS) Joss. Yeah.

He'll nearly be 17 now.

'Be a big boy for your Daddy.'

I have no idea where he is.

I think my mother does. Or did.

Because he was so young when, uh...

it was decided by whoever
that it was in his best interests

to have no contact with me
whatsoever,

in the hope that he might have
no memory of what happened.

I scan every face in every crowd,
wondering.

Could that be him?

But...would I even know?

I'm sorry.

Look, if you don't believe me,

there's a guy, ah, Professor Kerr.

Ask him. He'll tell you.
You know Professor Kerr?

How do you know him?
Well, I...I wrote to him.

He was...he was really helpful.
You know, you learn things that...

Wicklow never disposed of his
victims, apart from the child. Why?

I don't know.

Did he say why he only chose
his victims in January and February?

Very little sun.

He chose his victims
when their skin was so white,

you could see the veins through it.

Like porcelain?

Pure white.

Unmarked. Unblemished.

Yes.

It's terrible the damage sun can do.
You must be so careful.

'Now can we talk about Emma?'

Why didn't you leave her
like the others?

Was it her skin?

What, then? Was she a keepsake?

Did she remind you of her mother?
I know - we all know -

I have committed
some appalling crimes.

It's not surprising that colours
everything I say and do.

But if, just occasionally,

we could talk, react,

behave normally
when there's no pre-knowledge,

no subtext, no hidden agenda,
no games...

Oh, I don't want you to feel sorry
for me.

But if you could occasionally
forget what I've done,

it would mean an awful lot.

All right.

I...disposed of her.
Where?

I don't know.

You must have some idea.
First time I'd been there. Look -

I can't tell you
where I put the body.

'But I could show you.'

I don't understand why he's
giving up the information so easily.

Emma's location
is his most precious possession,

and now he wants to give it away.

He's not giving it away.
He's trading it for a day out.

There must be something more.

I know someone who knows him.

Jake Osborne met Wicklow in prison.

You discussed it?
He told me about the winter skin.

Wicklow will only say where Emma is

if he can trade it
for something as important.

As he's never
going to get that chance...

He said we should also look closely
at Wicklow's fellow inmates.

Why? It might explain his motive.
Have fun at our expense,

when all he really wants
is a fresh set of inmates to talk to.

He's asked to be segregated.

All the publicity - he wants
to be moved for his own safety.

I don't want anything
to stop us finding Emma's body.

I've been talking to Jake Osborne
about Brian Wicklow, and he -

Why?
He seems to have an insight.

Just because
I haven't murdered anyone,

it doesn't mean my opinion
is any less authoritative.

If I were you,
I would take what Osborne says

with a pinch of salt.

He thinks Wicklow's playing a game.

But he won't show us
where Emma's body is,

unless...
Unless?

..he can replace it
with a fresh event.

I see.

What do you think?

Oh, well, with Brian Wicklow,
who can tell?

But Osborne could be right.
Well, yes, he could.

What sort of fresh event?

Wicklow only killed women.
He hasn't access to any.

What...what could replace Emma
in his mind?

I can't begin to imagine.

But maybe Osborne could.
He is uniquely placed.

Oh, Jake Osborne. Look,
Jake Osborne, rather ordinarily,

caught his wife in bed
with another man, and he killed her.

Very much a crime of passion.

Well...with the lover, of course,
it was a bit more interesting.

That was more in cold blood...

although he swore it was instinct.

The jury didn't believe him.

Did you?

Osborne came to me for help
because he was afraid -

Look, we all feel like
killing someone some time.

Whatever mechanism prevents us
from doing it, didn't work for him.

It failed once.

He was afraid it might fail again.
And?

Thanks.

TV: 'Wicklow will be taken
to an undisclosed location

to help the police in their
continuing search for Emma Foley.'

Mind if we open the window?
I'm feeling a little...

(GULPS)

It's such a long time
since I've been in a car. I'm sorry.

Why are we...

Oh.

How far now?

I'm sorry, but...
Stop the van.

All units from Mallard.
We're stopping.

It's all so different now!

Can we just get on?

LYNN, ON TV: 'I just want her home.'

'Have you contacted Wicklow
since your grandchild disappeared?'

'Yes, I've written to him
several times,

begged him to tell me where she is.'

'He never even replied.'

'She's out there somewhere.'

'He can rot in hell as long as...'

Serves me right, I suppose.

Wanted to make the most
of my day out,

but I don't think I can stand much
more.

Whether it's the air conditioning
or modern suspension...

We're going the wrong way.

I see.

She's under a shed, on an allotment,

in Hulme.
HULME?

Boris Lane.

One of the sheds has a weather vane.

I don't need to show you.

Mind if I... a call of nature?

Mrs Granger.
Oh!

Penny for them.
Hm.

I don't know.

But whatever I thought was going
to happen, it wasn't this.

No.

The recovery team's on their way
to Hulme.

I knew what was happening...

I took Dad's gun...

..loaded it..

..went into the bedroom.
Debbie was there with her...

She, ah...
GUNSHOT

She threw herself in front of him
when I...

She was trying to save him.
No!

No!

Mum.

'No!'

Yes.

I have a son, Joss.

I know he's not
with Debbie's family.

I don't know where he is.

I was hoping you might.

Well, then?

He's giving up Emma, for what?

Hm?

A day out in the car, feeling sick?

And none of the sheds
has a weather vane.

I'll head over there.

You two get home.
Call me if anything turns up.

Stop there.

Get moving. Go on.

'Yeah?'
It's Eve.

An allotment?

No.

How can you be so sure?

Under a shed on an allotment?
It's too complicated.

You've got to get her there,
get the floor up,

hide the body, put the floor back -

he'd want her out of sight
as fast as possible. Why?

He never bothered
with his other victims.

Anger.

When people are that angry,
they just want to...

smash things, destroy them.

Why would he be that angry?

Whatever he was about to do...

Whatever...whatever
he was about to do, Emma...

..ruined it.

I still don't understand.

Well, maybe he didn't know
that Emma would be there.

There are some people who can't bear
to be seen to get things wrong.

They don't just
want to hide their mistakes.

They want to bury them.

OK?
Yeah, maybe.

Someone here
remembers the weather vane.

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

And the fact that they've never
found the body, it's a bonus.

Every time Emma's name
is mentioned in the press,

in the media, the news...

it rings his bell.

I think I've been ringing his bell.

I'd better be going.

Sorry.

Hello?

Right. Yeah.

Is it...

OK. I'm on my way.

They've found the remains of a body.

It's not Emma, though, is it?

They didn't say. I have to go.

White male.
Male?

Probably 20-40,
missing the head and hands.

Any idea how long he's been dead?
No. Better tell Lynn it's not Emma.

No one else linked to Wicklow's
missing?

Nope.

No sign of Emma. And now we've got
a body we didn't even know about.

Want us to talk to him again?

We'll have to, but not till we know
who the victim is. Or was.

Set a thief to catch a thief
is one thing, but...

Brian Wicklow
doesn't play by the rules.

'Boss?'
Ajay.

Indications are that the body's
only been there a few years.

Certainly not the time
Wicklow's been inside.

'There's no way
he could have done it, boss.'

OK. If he's happy to talk.

'Who's that?'
Jake Osborne.

'Right!'
Thanks.

I was just doing my job.

Hm.
He killed a police officer.

Or have you forgotten just how, ah,
affecting that can be?

If I could unfuck you, Neil,
believe me I would.

You want pictures of your boyfriend?

Have a look at these.

Oh, and the ah, forensic report's
compliments of the house.

..and there was certainly
no finesse about the job.

Removing the head and hands -
it's crude,

but it does make identification
a lot harder.

Obviously once you know who the
victim is, you'll have a good idea

who the killer is.
They'll be very closely linked.

This is a list of people Wicklow's
been locked up with recently.

We, ah, wondered if you knew any.

Hm. Kevin Honeycutt.
He's an arsonist.

I can't see him
having the stomach for this.

A couple of the others
I vaguely recognise, but no one...

no one leaps out.
Thank you.

I imagine Wicklow's landed one of
his fellow inmates in deep trouble.

For his own protection,
I'd have him segregated.

He already is.

He asked for that himself, did he?
Mm-hm.

Well, then, it's definitely
someone he's with at the moment.

I'd start
with anyone due for parole.

Can I um...ask you
for confidentiality on this?

I was going to ask you
the same thing.

No problem.

TV: '..took an unexpected turn...
Boss!

..this afternoon,
when Manchester police confirmed

they've identified
the headless remains of a body,

recovered from an allotment
in Hulme. He's Paul Collins,

who was 28 and from Glasgow.'

'He wasn't connected with the case
of the missing child Emma, but...'

Wicklow.

You told him.
No I didn't!

I didn't!

I swear!

No...

Ahh!

Sound the alarm!

Lock it down.

Come on.

Poor Kevin. That's terrible.

He told you where Collins' body was.

And Ray! Who'd have thought it?

Led everyone to believe his friend
had run off with all the money.

I guess he must still have it.

Not that he can spend it now,
I suppose.

Doesn't pay to upset you,
does it, Brian?

What was it? He wouldn't back
your More Fragrant Soap campaign?

Where's Emma?

Somehow - perhaps Professor Kerr
could explain this -

I became totally convinced
that I must have killed Paul.

'It comes as such a relief
to know that I didn't.'

I can't tell you
the sleepless nights I've had

over the death
of that sweet, innocent child.

'Now I realise that in the same way,

I must have imagined that
I was responsible for that too.'

I never could remember
who told me about her. Do you know,

I think it was poor Kevin.

You'd slipped up, hadn't you, Brian?

You didn't know
that Emma was in the house.

You were about to start on Patti
when Emma walked in,

spoiling everything.
That's why you were so angry.

All those hours
you were so looking forward to.

I don't remember any daughter.
Surely, once you'd killed the child,

you could go back
and finish what you had in mind.

Think.

She tried to stop you.

But once she'd seen you kill Emma,

she might as well have been dead
herself.

So the pain, the suffering,
all the things you...

..were gone.

Irritating.
But you were more than irritated.

'She tries to stop you.'

You witness a moment of anguish
between a mother and her child,

a level of suffering
you'd never seen before,

maybe the most exquisite moment
of your life.

And you cut it short.

That was it -
you killed her too soon.

And when you realised
what you'd done...

But for those few seconds...

ah...

We'll find her.

Come into the kitchen.
It's a little bit...

warmer and uh...

I can make you
a cup of tea or coffee.

No, thanks. I can't stay.

Yes.

Is that all you can say?

Sorry. It's none of my business.

I didn't regret it at the time.

No, I was... glad.

But I regret it now.

Profoundly.

Your wife, she was killed instantly.

PC Gaunt...

Your defence claimed your instinct

was to dispatch him like
a gamekeeper would a wounded animal.

That's not true.

I wanted - and did -

cause him as much pain
as I was feeling at that moment.

Forensic reports suggest he was alive
for at least eight minutes.

Yes.

Thank you. I...shouldn't have asked,
but um...

You still haven't found Emma,
have you?

No, but thanks for your help.

It was the least I could do.

For me, the only consolation
is that he didn't enjoy his day out.

Didn't enjoy it?
No, he was carsick.

Seriously.
We had to stop the car, twice.

You stopped?

Yes, but...
Did he get out of the car?

Only to have a...

Oh my God.

No.

We've found her.
No.

That's...

not... possible!

No.

Look. Just up there.

Oh, yeah!

Well, thanks. Um...

I can't keep you segregated
for ever.

A boy or a girl?
Sorry?

Oh - I don't know.

I hope it's a girl.

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