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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?