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Brian!

Watch what you're doing with that stick.

Anyway, what were you saying?

She's got some nerve, honestly.

She says, I'm not
the having that, you

cannot talk to me like that.

And I says, like, what?

Brian!

Where did he go?

Did you see where he went?

Brian!

Brian!

Boys, did you see my Brian?

No.

The wee boy with
the blond hair,

he was just playing
there a minute ago.

No, sorry.

Brian!

Brian!

Brian!

Brian!

Shoes, Where's my black shoes?

Watch my folder.

I said watch, will you?

Don't know why you keep
all that stuff anyway.

You're never going
to be a journalist.

I'm not being horrible.

Yeah you are.

Let's go downstairs.

They'll be wondering
where we are.

Are you all right, there?

It's Callum, isn't it?

Danny's Callum?

You looking to get out
of Jenny's crucifix?

You know what Jesus' last words
his favorite disciple were,

don't you?

I can see your house from here.

You should keep it.

I'm sure Granny Jenny
would want you to have it.

Hey Patty, you seen my Callum?

It's about time I got
him back to his mom's.

Yea, he's upstairs.

I'd give him a minute.

How's my wee cousin?

I heard you're a journalist now.

Not quite, a copy boy.

That's good enough for me.

I just run the messages
for the real journalists.

But maybe one day.

Aye, we've all got out dreams.

I need to drink.

Mom, how are you doing?

Great.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thanks.

Could you not have found
something else to wear?

I hope you know we
are not [inaudible]

Look at you, honestly.

As if I haven't got
enough to cope with today.

It's the only dark
jacket I've got.

Where's your sister?

What's she wearing?

I mean, she's,
she's just upset.

Thanks for sticking up for me.

I've got to get to work.

[music - the jam, "ghosts"]

There's more inside you
that you haven't shown.

So keep on moving,
moving, moving your feet.

Keep on shuf-shuf- shuffling,
to this ghost dance beat.

Just keep on walking down
never ending streets.

One day you'll walk
right out of this life,

and then you'll wonder why
you didn't try to spread

some loving all around.

Old fashioned causes
like that still stand.

Gotta rid this prejudice
that ties you down.

How do you feel at
the end of the day?

Just like you've walked
over your own grave.

So why are you frightened,
can't you see that it's you.

And there's nothing- so
there's nothing to lose.

Lift up your lonely heart
and walk right on through.

Hey!

Devil's been
shirting you, go go.

What's happened?

Haven't you heard?

They found the Willcox boy.

Mean!

Mean!

Where in the name
of fuck have you been?

Sorry, I just
buried my Granny.

Yeah, we'll they'll
bury you in a minute.

Can you get me
everything we've got

on missing kids found
by rivers, canals,

mudflats, that type of thing.

Is he alive?

Eh?

Did they find him alive?

Well it wouldn't be much of
a story if they had, would it?

Oh, and the Moors murderers,
you get me everything

we've got on those fuckers.

I said pronto, tonto!

Yeah, found by the canal.

Well my man says
they got a witness,

and chances are they're
picking him up tonight.

Well, you tell call me
when you commit, all right?

I need you to make some calls.

Can I help you?

Is that where they found
him, then, in the canal?

You don't need to know
where they found him.

You're just the fat tub
that makes the coffee.

Make mine an Irish, will you?

That shouldn't be
too hard for you.

And this Dempsey
case is not relevant,

they got the guy who did that.

Benny.

God, he looks like
you Brian Munkocks.

Man, get your ass in here.

Just ignore them, they're
a bunch of assholes.

Flirt.

That's what I do.

Give them a semi, and
they're putty in your hands.

That wouldn't work
for me, Heather.

I couldn't give them a semi
[inaudible] or anything else.

That's not true, Patty.

You're a kid.

How Is your diet going anyway?

I guess OK.

It's very scientific.

They've worked out that boiled
eggs, [inaudible] fruit,

and black coffee builds up.

There's a chemical reaction
that actually burns off fat

at a rate of six pounds a week.

So how much have you lost?

I'm actually getting fatter.

This place, them, they
make you want to eat.

I'm going to London
as soon as I can.

What time do you finish work?

Seven, why?

I've been invited
to the Coal Car.

Want to come?

The Coal Car, how did
you manage to wangle that?

George McVeigh said
I could tag along.

I'm going to write a piece
about him in my pully paper.

But I need some moral support.

He's a right witch.

Yeah, right then.

Heather!

We're meeting in the
back of the place by eight.

See you then?

Yeah.

You just let me know when
they've got him in custody

and I'll make sure
there's a large whisky

waiting for you at press bar.

He was strangled and
left in the canal.

You happy?

No.

Well you should
be, he's just put

a 100,000 on our circulation.

It's not essential to lose your
humanity, but it does help.

Do they know who did it?

They're picking up a
10-year-old boy, apparently.

Where is that canal?

From Lying Hill to the
canal, that's a bus or train.

Are naturally irritating
me, Ann, or do you work at it?

Well it's complicated
for a 10-year-old.

Do I look like
I'm going to chat?

It's not a cocktail party,
you get back in your hole.

Me and Heather Allen are
going out in the Coal Car

tonight with McVeigh.

Is that OK?

Just for a few hours,
like work experience.

All right, but keep your hand
on your chiff if I were you.

You square it with
Father Richards first,

I don't want you
pissing off the unions.

OK, boss.

Come here.

You do me a favor.

You let me know if he's
drinking, all right?

McVeigh, that is.

OK.

He said yes.

Ah, here she is.

Straight from the union
of Catholic mothers.

Me and Heather's going out
in the Coal Car, is that OK?

Why would the union
bother about McVeigh trying

to write two blogs at once?

But I'm surprised at you,
I thought you were saving

yourself till you're married.

What's it to you?

If you do shag him, make sure
he gets off at Paisley Gilmore

street, you know what I mean?

You don't want any wee
means kicking about, do you?

Leave her alone.

So I can go then?

Please yourself.

But if you were my
daughter, I'd say no.

Who's the fat lass?

Coffee boy.

Hurry up, Perdy.

She's not coming.

What do you mean?

She's not coming,
I'm not a babysitter.

It's both of us or nothing.

And Devlin said
for me to come.

Don't talk over the
radio, stay in the car.

All right, you want to see what
this shitty town is all about?

Jump in the front with me.

I'm all right in the
back, Paddy, thanks.

You'll see how it works.

This radio is tuned to
the police frequency.

So we'll know when the
good people of Glasgow

start killing each other,
same time as the cops.

In some instances we arrive
at the scene before they do.

So with a bit of luck,
quarter of the newspaper

will be full of
stories from this car.

That's if some
little bastard hasn't

snapped the areal in half.

All right.

OK.

Sit back and enjoy
the ride, ladies.

Anybody want chips and cheese?

What is your name anyhow?

Meckle?

- Mean, Patty Mean.
- You wanking me up?

Patty Mean?

And in the real Patty Mean?

I am the real Patty Mean.

Who's the other Patty Mean?

And you want to
be a journalist?

He was a spy.

Spy my ass.

He was a hoot from
the godbulls that

got what was coming to him.

He was framed for a murder
by MI5 to the discredit him.

That case was a miscarriage of
justice if ever there was one.

And Ludovic Kennedy proved it.

Ludovic Kennedy is it?

Is it a post journalist
you want to be?

Full of life was so glamorous.

How do you know all
this stuff anyway?

Just read about it.

Because we have the same name.

Yeah, well I would change
my name if I was you.

All right, there's an earful
coming out of that radio.

Let's check the cop show.

Ludovic fucking Kennedy.

Hey, stay in the car.

He is a toilet-faced misery.

Bugger this.

What are you doing?

Hey, Donny.

What's new?

Nothing much, George.

Just a couple of suicides.

Schoolgirl found in the Clade,
field [inaudible] apparently.

Let's see, a guy hanged
himself in the east end.

Been a bitch in the east end.

[inaudible].

Not long ago, hung
himself on post.

He still there?

Christ.

Every time [inaudible] playing
pin the tail on the donkey.

I told you to stay in the car.

The girl that failed an exam
sounds like a good story to me.

You could do a piece
on the pressures

of being a teenager the east.

Could I, really?

Shut up.

Boy's name?

Evvy McFinly?

He didn't live there, thought.

Say it was his
girlfriend's house.

McVeigh.

And the girlfriend's name?

Penny Tailfo.

McVeigh, he's here!

Are you deaf as
well as stupid?

- He's here, isn't he?
- Who's here?

The boy in the
Brian Willcox case.

There's no boy here.

you're getting confused.

I just saw a boy right there.

Your bloody eyes
don't deny it.

Hey, I'm not answering
that on the record.

Oh, what's the charge?

Murder.

And the boy's name?

I can't do that, George.

Come on, what's
the family like?

Give us something, Donny.

I've given you plenty.

Come on, Donny.

He's from the south side.

OK.

That's it.

Good man, Donny, good man.

Come on, you.

How old is he?

What did he look like?

He's ten, but I only
saw the back of his head.

How do you know he's ten?

Devlin told me.

Devlin?

Think the men behind
are here as well.

No, if there was
an adult involved,

they'd be charging
him in conspiracy

to murder, not murder.

No, he did it, and
he did it alone.

Am I leaving you here, or what?

Where are we going?

Brian Willcox's house.

So, you saw him?

Are we talking a scoop here?

I can't believe you got a scoop
on your first night out, Patty.

Scoop my ass.

Don't make her head
any bigger or we'll be

sticking it in the bloody roof.

That's the
Willcox house there.

We need to get a comment
from Brian's mom.

She might even know
the kid's name.

So they think he came
here from the south side,

killed Brian, then
went home alone?

One of you two will
need to speak to her.

It will be best of it
comes from my a girl.

You do it, Heather.
You look like a journalist.

Her name is Gina.

Speak to her gently,
act as if you

know the kid's name already.

Ask her if they were friends.

Does she think
the boy is guilty?

Ease her out.

OK?

OK.

[knocking]

What do you want?

I'm Heather Allen
from the Daily News.

Do you know what time it is?

Sorry if I woke you?

I just wanted a quick chat about
the boy who's been arrested.

Do you think I sleep, darling?

Just a quick chat.

Mrs. Wilcox?

Knock again.

Here.

Wash the blood off
your hands with that.

It's piss.

I'm covered in piss.

You're lucky.

There is absolutely
no need for that.

I mean absolutely no need.

You better get used to
it, it's part and parcel.

Look at it as a sort of baptism.

Anyway, you were lucky.

She may have needed a shit.

I think I'm going to be sick.

Can you just drop
me home now, please?

I need a shower.

And you can keep your
eyes on the road.

I'm not some page 3
girl you can drool over.

- Where are you going?
- With you.

No, no.
I've got a story to write out.

But we got that
story together.

We?

Aye, wee.

You better give credit
where credit is due or--

Or what?

Or I'll tell Devlin
about the half bottle

in the glove compartment?

Don't worry, I'll put
a good word in for you.

You'll make a journalist yet.

You still up?

how did it go?

Fine.

Did you really have
to go back to work?

Today?

I'm sorry, it's
just the way it is.

I was lucky I got
any time off at all.

She was your grandmother.

She loved you.

I know she did.

Ready your bed.

Go.

I can help.

I don't need your help.

Please don't eat that.

Eat what?

Boiled egg.

I know you've got one.

I'm starving.

Maybe you could try another
diet, one without eggs.

Just for me.

Where have you been
all night, anyway?

Sean was showing,
looking for you.

I was being an
investigative journalist.

Well he wants
you to phone him.

[music - xtc, "this is pop"]

What do you call that
noise that you put on?

This is pop.

Yeah yeah.

Could you come see if the
face got the photographs

you mentioned, pleased?

What photos?

He managed to get a snap
at his boy this morning.

The boy lifted.

Sure.

And well done
last night, yeah.

Word is you got
the story for him.

Is that right?

Oh, and chuffs, by the way.

Chuffs?

Cheer up, for fuck's sake.

It'll be done.

[inaudible] the evil bacon.

The head is coming.

And maybe I'll have that block
because I took in the news.

Front page?

Not yet.

After the trial, if
it gets syndicated,

that's a jackpot for me.

Is that definitely him?

Yeah.

The little bastard.

Do you want a ciggy?

You're making me
nervous, and I don't even

know what's going on.

You need to promise you
won't repeat this to anyone.

Cross my heart
and hope to die.

I was in the dark room
and I saw a photo of the boy

in the Willcox case.

I know him.

You can do a piece.

You can get it syndicated.

I can't

But Patty, if you
get a story syndicated,

it's your calling card.

You make amazing contacts.

My family would go mental,
they'd never speak to me again.

But that is your big chance.

I can't.

My cousin split from his wife
and the boy stayed with her.

Then she hooked up
with this guy that

got killed in the ironwork.s
He's had a miserable life.

Well, that's amazing
background right there.

You should do the story, Patty.

It would be
unprofessional not to.

It would tear
the family apart.

Use the story, Patty.

No.

Fine, then.

Your mistake.

That was you?

Hey, Dad.

Is everything all right?

What?

Has cousin Danny called?

Eh?

Oh, here we go.

What's this balloon up to now?

Hello, stranger.

What are you doing here?

Getting my second tea.

He's been waiting
over an hour for you.

Looks like you
survived, thought.

Here.

Oh, not for me, mom.

I'll have an egg.

You have to eat.

I'm hardly going to fade away.

Oh, don't start going
on about being fat again.

Mom, I am fat.

I just am.

That's puppy fat, Patty.

It'll disappear in a
few years and you'll

be as slim as the rest of them.

Can I speak to you upstairs?

I need to tell you something.

Am I chopped?

What?

We were supposed to
meet back here last night.

I waited for you for ages.

Sorry, I went out
in the Coal Car.

You see, I wouldn't
actually know

what a Coal Car is because
I don't work at a newspaper.

It's just a car
that goes out at night

going to hospitals and police
stations looking for stories.

That's disgusting.

God, Patty, you are the most
ambitious person I know.

You'd cut me in
half for a leg up.

That's posh.

Look, I'm just
interested in my job.

What's wrong with that?

If you had a choice
between me and your job,

which one would you choose?

Why would I have to choose?

Sean, I don't
have time for this.

I saw a photograph of the boy
that killed Brian Wilcox today.

Who?

It's in all the papers.

Oh right, aye.

So they've got somebody.

It's Callum
McGovey, Danny's boy.

I looked, and I looked, hoping
it wasn't, hoping it was just

someone that looked like him.

But it was him.

How good was this photograph?

Good enough.

No, this is stupid.

Someone would have told
us, phoned your dad.

Would they?

Danny may not even know.

Callum lives with his mom.

He killed that boy?

They seem to think so.

Look, don't say
anything, will you?

I don't think my mom
could take any more.

True.

I'm really knackered.

I need some sleep.

Is that OK?

Pictures, tomorrow night?

We still on?

We'll see how it goes.

You're going to leave
me one day, Patty Mean,

I know you are.

You are, you know you are.

Seanny, you're my wee
sweetheart, you are.

I'll never leave you.

Don't worry.

I'm sure you're wrong about Cal.

Goodnight.

See you.

[MUSIC - GANG OF FOUR, "AT HOME
HE'S A TOURIST"]

At home she's
looking for interest.

At home she's
looking for interest.

She said she was ambitious.

I can't believe you did that!

Wait a minute.

I knew you weren't
going to use the story,

you told me you couldn't.

So I didn't see any harm.
- How could you?

My whole family is going
to think it was me.

Listen, I can't be all
nicey nicey all the time.

I'm not in this
business to be popular.

Sorry, but that's just
the game we're in.

You

Hey, what are you doing?

You lying bitch.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Ow, Patty.

Ow.

Stop it Stop it!

[screaming]

You're Finished!

Piss off, the lot of yous.

Here you go, get stuck in.

No?

Well you don't look a
stranger to a macaroon to me.

Diet.

So, you going to tell me
what happened in the ladies?

I had an argument
with Heather Allen.

I'll say, you stuck
her head down the bug.

Well she's a wee shit.

I'm not interested
in why you did it.

Just so you know,
she's been persuaded

not to make a formal complaint.

So whatever's bugging you,
you just drop it, all right?

No, it's not all right.

Look, she is flavor of
the month with editorial

because she brought
in an important story.

So it is all right, and you
remember who you're talking to.

You're a minget away from
getting your marching orders.

It's not her story.

It's my story.

Callum McGovey, is
my cousin's kid.

I confided in Heather.

Now my whole family
is going to disown

me when they see that story.

Oh, Jesus.

Sorry, but there's nothing
we can do about that.

All right?
- It's not right.

I said I'm sorry.

But we can't ignore this
story, Mean, we just can't.

It would have been
an accident, anyway.

They would've just been
playing, and it went wrong.

Yeah, sure.

He took him there, strangled
him, bashed his brains out,

threw him in the canal.

That's a lot of
accidents, isn't it?

Besides, they found that
boy's blood all over him.

Somebody could have
put that blood there.

Somebody could have
made it look like.

Mean, when the coppers
went for him he did a runner,

and that was before they
even mentioned Brian Wilcox.

So you and your
family are in what

they call these days denial.

Take the rest of the
day off, all right?

Stay out of trouble.

Hey.

And don't you go talking
to any other newspapers.

You understand me?

You still open?

[inaudible] just
call me team numb.

Can I have a pack
of refreshers, please?

Mon pleasure.

No, on the house.

Thanks.

Mind if I ask you a question?

Fire away.

You know about Brian Wilcox?

Aye, of course.

Tell me.

Got the wee monster
that did to him.

So I've heard.

You must know a lot of
people around here, then?

Like the boy that took him?

So he's around here?

Are you a Nancy Drew?

I'm with the Daily News.

I was just wondering if you'd
seen any new faces around?

Anybody looking suspicious?

You got a name?

Heather, Heather Allen.

Well, Heather, cats
come from everywhere

for the ice cream van.

Stops just that say the
Willcox's over there.

Any of them could have
taken that wee boy.

Not really an answer
your question, eh?

Thanks.

It wasn't me, Danny.

I didn't write the story,
I wouldn't do that.

You have to believe me.

He wasn't here the day
that boy went missing.

He only stays over on a Sunday.

You put that in your next story.

There's no way my
Callum did this, Patty.

I know that.

He couldn't do that.

Hi, Mom.

And we have the worst
crime record in London.

What are you watching?

Anything good?

No?

You'll never guess who I
saw walking down Soccer Hill

street today.

The pope.

Him and Saint Theresa.

They were singing Danny Boy
and eating sherbet daps.

Mary Ann, you don't
even know what happened.

Arsehole.

I'm going to tell
Mom you said that.

I'm going tell
Mom you spoke to me.

She up there?

I want a word with you?

Just what do you think
you're playing at?

Because your loyalty, family
first, everything else last.

If you got that!

Would it make
any difference if I

said I didn't write that story?

Pathetic, Patty.

It even sounded like you.

Who else would
know about Danny's

ex-wife and the accident?

All I did was--

We had just buried our Granny.

And in case you hadn't
noticed, our Mom is grieving.

This is the last
thing that she needed.

I know that.

Oh, do you?

You know what?

I never thought you'd be
such a menacingly little--

Oh, say it.

Don't hide by the
phone waiting for Sean,

he's just fooled.

He doesn't want to see you.

It wasn't me.

What are you doing up?

Couldn't sleep?

Are you allowed
to speak to me?

Shouldn't you check
with Mom first?

You know your mother always
circles the wagons in a crisis.

It's just her way.

She'll calm down.

Do you think I
wrote that story?

No.

Then why are you
going along with her?

She's not an easy woman to
live with, we both know that.

But her heart is
in the right place.

Is it?

You should have seen
her when she was younger.

Straight off the
boat from Derry.

A wee stunner.

But even then she always
told it like it was.

That's just the way she is.

I don't think she likes me.

Patty, she loves you.

She's scared to lose
you, that's all.

The last thing she wants
to do is drive you away.

She went about
it the wrong way.

So what's all this?

Just some stuff from work.

Dempsey.

I remember that.

Do you?

A bit.

I want to find
out more about it.

I want to help Callum.

How?

I'm not sure yet.

But the boy in this case
looks just like Brian Willcox.

Same age, same hair,
and everything.

And a good reporter doesn't just
write what people say happened.

They try to find out the truth.

See?

You and your mother
aren't that different.

You both like to
tell it how it is.

[music playing]

[music playing]

Can I talk to you a minute?

I'd like to go out alone,
you need a pilot's license

to pull out [inaudible].

McVeigh.

Right, [inaudible],,
I'll yet you go.

OK, bye.

There was a time when
copy boys weren't

even allowed to look
journalists, let

alone speak to them.

Of course, those were the days.

I've been doing some research
in the Brian Willcox case.

I've got another angle,
I was wondering if you'd

help me write up a story.

I heard you were related to
the little bastard that did it.

I just need some help
to put it together.

Can you get in to see him?

No, no, no I can't.

Yeah, we'll you're not
any use to anybody, then.

He's only a child,
that's part of my theory.

Legal age of responsibility
in Scotland is eight.

He'll be tried as an adult.

He doesn't stop being a
child just because it suits us.

Premeditated murder.

He had all the way in the
canal, on the train planning it.

Did anybody see him?

He had the train
ticket in his pocket.

That doesn't mean anything.

I bet they don't find a witness
that puts him on that train.

- No?
- No.

I don't think he did it.

You would say
that, wouldn't you?

I'm not interested.

But you know, even
as an employee

of the people they
would pay good money

for information on your family.

You do do that.

I'm here for Devlin.

I need a set of clippings.

It's a bit of a rush.

Search word Dempsy,
Thomas, and murder.

[MUSIC - WAH MIGHTY, "STORY OF
THE BLUES"]

First they take your
pride, Turn it all inside.

And then you realize you've
got nothing left to lose.

Hi, Mrs. Dempsy.

I'm with the Daily News.

I'd like to talk to you about
the murder of your son, Thomas.

Wondered when you
lot would turn up.

You look a bit young
to be a journalist.

Heather Allen.

You can check at the
paper if you want.

Hi flats.

There's nowhere to
hang your washing out.

And if you did it
would get knicked.

Hansel moved use here
after [inaudible]..

And then everybody knew
where we were after you

lot published our address.

Before my time.

You said we?

I mean the wee.

I didn't know you
had any other children.

I had a son
before I met Alfred.

Smoke?

He lives with his dad.

He was in and out
of jail himself,

but cleaned up his
act after Thomas died.

They got on pretty well.

I guess that's something.

Aye, that's something.

Alfred was innocent, you know.

The only reason he
didn't have an alibi

was because he was
at pitch and toss.

Nobody wanted to admit
to illegal gambling.

Even when he was
on a murder charge?

These things were
on the gangsters.

People were scared.

Anyway, he wasn't a man
you'd remember, was Alfy.

He's a good dad, thought.

A really good dad.

I lost a son and a husband.

Wankers!

They've cut the gas off.

I'm sorry to bring
all this up again.

It's OK.

It's with me anyway every day.

I noticed something when
I was reading about Thomas.

Brian Willcox was
taken on the same day.

Did you realize that?

I thought that's
why you are here?

If Alfred didn't kill your
son, who do you think did?

Were there any other suspects?

Just Alfred.

Why would he take Thomas
all the way to the canal?

It didn't make any sense.

The canal?

They found him in the canal?

That's right.

I'm sorry, it didn't say
that in the other articles.

I better get going.

Thanks again, Mrs. Dempsy.

When they found him
the fish had got him.

His eyes were gone.

Take my photograph?

I'm going to be famous.

You kidding?

You may crack my lens.

You know what happened
in that house then, do you?

Yeah, wee boy who lived there
was killed a few years ago.

Thomas Dempsey.

That's right.

But it wasn't that house,
it was a bit farther up.

So you've been
wasting your film.

Thanks.

You don't live in here, then?

No, I'm working.

Where do you work at?

Journalist, Daily News.

Oh aye, they don't pay you
very much, then, obviously.

Oh, the odd John wants
to look like they just

robbed the Army and Navy story.

I'll have you know these
monkey boots that I won off.

Kevin McCorkle.

Heather Allen.

You got a boyfriend,
then, Heather?

I might, or I might not.

Who's interested?

Maybe me.

Maybe you?

Brave boy wearing a needing.

I heard a guy got beat up around
here for using an umbrella.

Aye, that was me.

I better be off.

I'll [inaudible].

I mean, like you say, you can't
be too careful around here.

I'll be fine.

Maybe we'll meet
again, Heather.

Maybe we will.

McVeigh.

At least you get fatter
every time I see you, Mean.

Can I come in the Coal
Car with you again tonight?

No chance.

You [inaudible] last time.

But we got a story.

We?

I may be fat, but
tomorrow I could be thin.

You'll always be a wank.

Devil's looking for you.

You wanted to see me?

Where have you fucking been?

Hello?

Heather Allen?

That's right.

You want to know
about Brian Willcox?

Who's this?

I said, do you want
to know about Brian?

What can you
tell me about that?

Not on the phone.

Meet me.

Name the place.

Under [inaudible]
Park at Central.

About 11:00 tonight.

[inaudible]

I'll see you there.

So what, that's it?

Boy Dempsey goes missing
the same day years ago?

Both found in the canal,
both from Lying Hill.

Don't you think that's
a bit of a coincidence?

So what are you saying,
they're the same killer?

Cause the coppers know
who killed Thomas Dempsy,

don't they?

He died in jail, end of story.

The cops get it wrong
sometimes, don't they?

You know, you can't just
walk out of here whenever

you feel like it, Mean.

You know, you're not a
journalist, you're a copy boy.

Could be.

Sorry?

I could be.

Oh, that would make a
funny byline, wouldn't it?

By Patty Mean?

I can live with Patricia.

Why do you want to
be like them, anyway?

Mean spirited bunch of bastards,
every last one of them.

And not just this lot.

Worked all over before
I came here, you know.

Manchester, London,
they're all the same.

Hearts like bone,
minds trained to think

the worst of everybody, eh.

Is that how you want to end up?

I was eight when the
Patty Mean story broke.

He'd still be in jail if it
wasn't for that journalist.

Sometimes we're a
person's last chance.

When nobody else
believes them, when

everybody's got
bored of the story,

we can still make a difference.

I don't want to be like them.

I want to be a journalist.

Quote me, I've just had
a Frank Capra moment.

Listen, you.

You leave here without
permission one more time

and I'll sack you,
you understand?

Now fuck off.

[screaming]

That boy, who will be your
relative, they'll convict him,

sure as x is x.

Ms. Mean, your
colleague is dead.

It will only
take a few minutes.

I just want know what
you told the police.

You have a temper, then.

- I'm sorry, I didn't know.
- Wait!

There are links
between these cases,

and if you won't print it,
I'll take it to another paper,

and they will.

See what you can
find, write it up.

I'll take a look at it.

I heard you
speaking to Devlin.

Are you trying to steal my story?

I wanted to know if me
and you could work together?

What's going on, Patty?

But why does he got to pee?

I always thought it was
Ellison, I never doubted it.

Can you say the same?