Get him! Come on!
Stop him! Stop him!
- Get his kecks off. Come on, grab him! - Leave me alone!
Let's see his packet!
What are you doing?
Get his kecks down. Move!
Oii
Get dressed.
I'll inform the canteen you'll be ten minutes late for your break.
It was only a joke. We were only having a bit of fun. God.
Who are you?
Bill Nash.
- Started yesterday. - Work experience?
You'd best learn to run faster or think faster.
OK?
Go on.
Are you OK?
- How you been, Jane? - I'm fine, yeah.
For God's sake, Miss Moneypenny,
get a grip of yourself, you sour-faced bimbo.
You must be fed up with all the platitudes, aren't you?
They blame you anyway.
You were there when it happened,
but you didn't stop him jumping.
Oh, God.
Just say it out loud and be proud. "I helped him to die. "
The Eddie the Eagle of the law enforcement agency.
That's her. That's the copper's sister. Over there.
This is private! Now, I'll count to three.
Who took the picture of him jumping?
Who printed that?
You were there when my brother destroyed himself.
I'm sure you have more clues as to why he died than anyone in his family.
All we got were dental records and personal effects.
So save your arsehole questions for him and be very careful what you print.
I'll sue the first one to deviate from absolute fact.
As the man said, the receptions private.
Thank you. Come on.
♪ Traditional music
Look, Aileen, is there's anything I can do,
anything at all, just let me know. OK?
- You sure? - Yeah.
The stuff I drink's more mature than the dead man.
I wouldn't waste a good malt on him. Water.
The sister wants to talk to you.
Right. Double water, please.
Hey, come on, Jane, calm down. We're all meant to be on duty after this.
We've got the press outside.
- When you're ready. - Same again, love?
Keep an eye on Jane, sir.
He barely wrote.
He only called once in a blue moon and it was never for long.
But your name came up most often.
I just wanted to put... a face to a friend.
To be honest, I imagined you were Austrian.
- Fitz. Fritz. - Right.
A shrink.
You obviously made an impact on him.
We talked at length about many things.
You behave yourself. This is supposed to be a bloody funeral.
- You didn't have to come. - Oh, I did, sir.
I wanted to watch him burn.
I was really disappointed when I discovered it was a burial.
I'll get Skelton to take you home.
And one for yourself. I'm not going anywhere.
I want promotion.
Get off. You're on next.
Hiya, sexy.
Let's get out of this dump, Carol.
Forgotten something?
I could do some overtime.
You're not on the list. Go home.
They'll be running out of rolls
soon. You're got going to do it, are you?
I don't want details, Fitz. Not today.
Did Jimmy go wrong somewhere?
Yeah.
Badly wrong?
Yes.
- Barrister? - So?
He told me you were a nurse.
Did he?
Good old Jimmy.
Will you have a drink with me, Fitz?
I'll have a double malt, thanks.
I deserve promotion at least.
Not because of what he did to me,
but because I've earned it.
Will you keep your voice down?
Will you stop telling me to shut up?
If I've got something to say, I will bloody well say it.
All right?
I'm going to have to go. It's been nice to meet you.
Outside.
Hey, mate. She reminds me of you.
What I really want...
is for you to take me home...
put me In the shower...
and dry my hair...
and take me to bed with you.
I can't do that.
What's this? Mr Mothercare?
Mr Children's-Bloody-World?
You're not buying all that crap. You're not pretending you wanted it.
You can't fake that, Fitz. Not with me.
You getting In or what?
It's got nothing to do with that.
Come on, then.
Come home with me. Prove it.
- You're not ready. - Oh, is that right?
Oh, piss off, Fitz. Just piss off!
Are you coming, love?
Look after her.
- 2-4 to Control, over. - Control receiving, over.
Keyholder is just arriving. We might have a result. Any assistance, over?
ETA ten minutes.
Mr Grady? - That's right. What do you reckon?
There's a broken window round the loading bay.
We think he's still in there.
I'll check the offices on the right.
Take a look at the storeroom over here.
What the hell are you doing?
Bill, you'd better start talking.
I'm on a 10 o'clock curfew. I didn't get in till 11.
I got kicked out.
You didn't have to do overtime.
I wanted to.
Right, Mr Grady.
Anyone In there, sir?
- Sir? - Nothing's been touched in here.
Are you on probation?
No. Halfway house.
Halfway from what?
Children's home.
Come on. You'll have to kip on the sofa.
What are you doing now?
- Did you do this? - Don't touch that.
What kind of bird is it?
It's called a lanner falcon.
Here.
I wish I could do something like this.
So do I.
My mate in Cyprus got me into it.
Were you in the army?
You don't have to be in the army to go to Cyprus.
Your sleeping bag's got a serial number on it.
Did you ever have to kill anybody?
Dozens.
If you really had, you wouldn't say.
You're not completely stupid, then.
Why did you break into the factory? You knew it was alarmed.
I knew you had the keys.
You'd have to come and get me.
Get some kip.
You're going to need your energy if you're looking for digs tomorrow.
It's for you.
I think there's a protocol here.
"Thank you, darling. " And a stiff drink.
If your mother's money meant
sod-all, how grateful were you looking for?
Wrong.
Wrong. I put the deposit on this just after our last huge telephone bill.
I squandered money on this when we
were absolutely skint, as a present for you.
Shucks. You shouldn't have.
I phoned work. I'm not going in till this afternoon.
Don't worry. I'll cover for you.
Do you want to do something, then?
Stuart, I know you're In there.
I'm still waiting.
Rent.
I stuck it under your door on Friday.
The rest.
What rest?
You never cook breakfast. She's obviously
worth it. That's £30 you owe me.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You're a nice bloke. I'm not saying you
can't, I'm saying guests have to be paid for.
Have you got a hairdryer?
Now I'm saying you can't. Get that whore back where it belongs!
I want you both out of my house now.
He's a mate from work. He'd nowhere to go.
- I'll give you £30 at the weekend. - £60.
You what?
- £60. I bet that's less than you're charging, love.
No, actually, I don't like this at all. Shirtlifters under my roof.
- He's a mate from work. - Oh, yeah?
See these feet? I'm Sandie Shaw. You'd never guess, would you?
The only women you've ever had in here have been and gone in half an hour.
That's not normal either, Is It?
If you and your rent boy aren't out of
here in two minutes, I'm ringing the police.
And you still owe me £60.
Mrs Franklin, don't do that.
Mrs Franklin!
- Listen to me. - Don't you lay a finger on me.
Who do you think you're talking to, you silly old cow? We've done nowt wrong.
Jesus!
They'll have you now, you little shit!
Oh, god.
Grady...
She's getting away, Grady.
I had to do It. She went for me.
Stop her. Grady, help me.
Do something.
Grady.
Do something!
It's only me, love.
If she'd have called the cops, they'd have sent me back.
I can't go back. They'd have kept me there till I was 18.
A year?
You killed somebody for a year?
I stabbed her. You killed her.
I've had 12 years of it. I'm not going back.
It's better than 12 years of prison!
Mary?
Argh!
Jesus! Mary!
Help!
Help me.
Please. Somebody...
Help!
Please, help!
Shit.
Help!
Hello? - Please! Somebody, help!
Are you all right?
- Down here. - I'll get somebody.
That's It. Follow the blue flashing lights.
- Wait here for me, will you? - Meter's running, pal.
The husband's got form for beating her up.
They started divorce proceedings six months ago, but he's moved back in.
I want to know if he's capable of murder.
Right...
Show me to it.
I've always got a hard-on for 30 pieces of silver.
Do you mind? I'm a nurse. If I don't answer the
first time I obviously don't want disturbing.
There's been an incident...
We found her downstairs. Stabbed four times
front, back and one in the wrist.
He says he fell down the stairs when he discovered her.
I think he fell when he was trying to dump her.
Is that compulsory dress code now in case the press turn up?
Pathologists' luncheon.
Go and see the landlady.
She's dead. Can I come in, please?
Having taken a major wound - I guess to the front -
she bled from the door to here.
There was a bad head injury,
but there was a lot of blood in the basement.
- Cellar. - Sorry?
Basements are American. We have damp cellars.
It's like saying deli when you mean pie shop.
She was bleeding in the cellar,
so she was still alive when she got dumped.
You say he's got previous for assault?
Two cautions, one injunction.
Do we know when this birthday was?
We will.
Must be an all-day job, eh?
Sorry?
Pathologists' lunch.
All sitting with your rubber gloves and scalpels dissecting the steaks,
working out what the time of death was.
You'd be surprised what topics get covered.
I wouldn't, you know.
Some seeped through the floor.
- I've been knocking. - What?
What's going on?
You are...?
Stuart Grady.
What's going on?
There's been a murder, Mr Grady. A neighbour. Your landlady.
Mrs Franklin?
How long have you been here?
Er... I came here last autumn.
So about nine months.
No. Today.
Today? I've been here all morning.
I nipped to the shop earlier on.
I saw her in the hall. She was fine.
And you heard nothing at all?
Dad, where's my trainers?
Where'd you leave them?
All right?
Thanks a lot. You were a big help.
Might he have heard something?
Well, he didn't hear you, did he?
Temple, we're taking her husband In.
Just coming, Jane.
We need to get a statement. When's the best time to get you to answer the door?
I work as a foreman at Cheltex.
I'm due in half an hour.
Can I go?
Sure.
I haven't done anything! My wife's been killed, you bastard!
It wasn't me!
Ssh. Ssh.
Ssh!
Oh... Sorry.
Put it there, boy. Every normal mars fantasy.
Give the bitch what she really wants.
And finally, finally show her who really is boss.
Stick her in the ground and say, "I did that. "
Rot in jail with all the other brave men.
I didn't do it.
Oh, you only beat her up. Was it two, three times?
March '94. You broke her nose and ripped her earrings out.
Eight stitches.
She came at me. She was pissed out of her head.
She wasn't frightened of me.
- She took an Injunction out. - Yes. And then she took me back.
Why do you suppose she did that?
Because she loved me.
In your dreams, Phil.
You desperately tried to make her believe you'd changed two, three times.
But this time - surprise, surprise! - you really had changed,
because she'd taken all the money.
No more gambling for you, boy.
I don't gamble.
You must have drunk the mortgage away a few times.
The mortgage is all paid for.
Oh, serious drinking, eh? Franklin's flush.
Subbing the old kitty. Lots of pals up the pub.
Enough.
Yeah, well, not any more.
Mary made you sign everything away in a moment of weakness, didn't she?
No screaming, no fighting.
She's got your balls squeezed like a pair of lychees,
and you gave her permission.
I know exactly why you killed her.
What are you getting out of the deal? A crummy portable,
and sex when she says you can.
She's got you completely overpowered with this, and this,
and you've given her your bloody consent!
I don't need you to tell me what I am.
And I don't need you to tell me what she is... was.
I went back to her because she wanted me to.
Yeah, but that was an error.
- Yeah, but stayed because I loved her. - Bollocks.
Look!
I even let them do this to me, to stop me drinking, because I loved her.
An implant.
Sorry.
I think I preferred him when I thought he'd actually done it.
Ooh, here's your boyfriend, Linda.
Hello, gorgeous.
'Ey, shall I pinch his arse as he comes past?
All right?
Go on! See what he's got in his lunchbox!
Oooh!
Linda!
Leave what you're doing, get your coat, get your bag and piss off. You're fired!
You can't sack her for that.
What have I done now?
What you always do, Linda. Take it one step too far.
Look, it was a bit of fun.
Every time there's trouble I've to come down here, and it's always you.
I'm sick of warning you.
Now, get your coat, get your bag and move!
Stuff your soddin' job.
- Grady. - She was asking for that.
- She was always pissing about. - You can't stay here.
They don't realise what they're paid for.
Why did you do it?
Grady, we did it.
We did it.
Come on.
Where are we going?
City centre. Drive properly or you'll get pulled.
He's had one of those boozer's bricks put in.
He just has to sniff the stuff and he throws up.
I'm saying a guy like Franklin would need a
litre of firewater before he had the balls to do that.
So he's not capable of murder?
Whatever.
I'm saying we're looking for two people and he is not one of them.
Here we go again. Russell bloody Grant.
Nothing's ever straightforward with you, is it?
I bet you even piss sideways.
The weapon went into the lung here.
But only just.
This one went through the ribcage and hit the back of the sternum hard.
It made a mark.
That's a powerful blow.
Back of the ribcage to the sternum.
- Powerful man? - Possibly.
The first one - the wrist - that's accidental.
The frontal attack's a botched job.
Shallow by comparison.
So we're talking about two people, then?
Anyone with the power to do that kind of damage
isn't going to muck up the first time.
To quote another disillusioned
Jock: The first cut is always the deepest.
That's the fight or flight.
The last two wounds were driven, precise attacks
to finish off a botched job.
A more powerful assailant. A man.
Two killers.
- Yeah? - Possibly.
- Come on, Malcolm. - Possibly.
You're beginning to sound like David bloody Owen.
Very nice. Let's have a look, then.
Let's have a proper look.
What's the matter with you?
Oh, what!
Thanks.
Burglars would have stuck her and left her where she fell.
We're talking about a man and a woman who
risked being caught to put her in that cellar.
Not first-time visitors. She knew her killers.
Given more time they'd probably have taken her somewhere else.
And we're not looking at Bonnie and Clyde.
They didn't plan anything.
Just healthy, very ordinary people.
Like most murderers.
He's a strong man. If not big, well-composed.
She's shorter, less substantial.
If you think you're onto them, target him.
He'll be more vulnerable.
She has the temper. She stabbed first.
He finished the job to protect her, but she stabbed first.
Bill!
Diane.
How are you doing?
Bill? We're fine.
How are you? You're looking well.
Great, yeah.
What are you doing here? Where are you living?
Get In the car, Diane.
Where have you moved to?
Diane!
- The size of you now. You're a young man.
Where have you moved to?
- Bill, don't do this. - Shut up, you.
I just want to know where you are. Just want to see you.
You know that's not a good Idea.
You're looking really well. I'm glad about that.
Give me the keys. I'm driving.
- Not in that state, you're not. Who are they?
My family.
They're getting away. Come on!
You're through to Fitzgerald and we're out.
Leave your name and number after the beep,
and for God's sakes keep It short.
It's me. Just wondered how you're doing.
Could you pick up the phone If you're there?
You're lying. Come on. Judith.
Judith!
Judlth!
Come on, Judith. I know you're there.
Judlth!
I'm just wondering how you are.
- Do you know where he is? - Yeah.
His lottery number came up.
He was last seen with a year's
supply of pile cream and a map of Jersey.
It's been a tragedy for the Channel Islands, really, the old lottery.
They thought they'd got away with it by specifying "rich",
but now the old bank of toytown's full of Scouse builders going,
"Calm down. Calm down. I just said your plasterwork was crap. "
You're only here because you're good for publicity.
The results don't count for anything, then.
Ours do. Tell him I want him.
Thank you. Friend.
My pleasure.
Mum?
Danny's been knocking.
What's the matter?
Hey.
Come on. What's the matter? Eh?
Judith, have you had a drink?
Come on, sweetheart, we'll find you one.
Wee Jimmy'll be fine.
Ssh. Come on.
Come on, then. Ssh.
You take that one. - Steven. Both of those.
Hey. Behave yourself.
They'd... be 13,
11.
What are you going to do?
♪ Drum & Bass
The Midwich Cuckoos.
John Wyndham.
Alien babies take possession of the women in the village.
At any cost, they must be nurtured.
Or the mothers try escaping.
If they cross the boundary line, they self-destruct.
They're compelled back to the offspring.
Ripping their shirts open,
pointing their sags and creases at the only thing they have any value for.
Only a man could write that and pretend it's science bloody fiction.
Is Eddie working?
If you can't be bothered to listen you might as well go.
Judith, I was just asking.
That obviously runs in the family.
Just asking?
I've nothing to say, nothing to make you feel better.
I'm just asking.
- Right, you two. Bath in 15 minutes. - Oh...
If you want anything else to eat, have it now.
- Chocolate! - Except chocolate.
So your dad's not on your Christmas card list.
That's not my dad. That's Brian.
That your mum?
Nearly.
I came to live with them when I was seven.
Not here, they lived down Irmston.
I was 618-2419-40.
My family.
My new family.
I'd been to loads of foster parents before that, when I was younger.
Josie and Allan, Maggie and Peter.
Maggie and Keith.
Norman and Wallis. They were a scream.
Then Brian and Diane.
I was 618-2419-40.
They were different.
They wanted to adopt.
Bingo.
That was unusual. I'd turned seven by then.
I knew how lucky I was. Best behaviour and all that.
Didn't want to spoil things now.
What blew It?
I never put a foot wrong.
She got pregnant.
They'd just signed the first lot of adoption papers.
P-120. A green form.
- And she got pregnant with him. - Don't kick me.
I wort push you. I'll stop you and I'll leave you.
So they booted you out?
He taught me to use the phone in case I ever got lost anywhere.
I used to phone them up,
saying that I wouldn't get in the way.
I like babies.
Come on, Bill. Let's shoot.
Not yet.
- It's getting cold. - Sit in the car if you're cold.
Ow! Don't kick me.
- Well, serves you right for going in the way.
One more push and then I get the swing, all right?
- Get them upstairs. - What's the matter?
Don't look, just get them in.
- You said 15 minutes. - Just get In.
- Social Services. - Ian McVerry, please.
Sorry, he's out.
- Can you give me the number? - We cart disclose employees' numbers.
Will you please ring him and ask him to call me urgently?
Very urgently. It's Diane Nash.
I'll do that.
Hiya.
Hello.
- Where's Jimmy? - He's asleep upstairs.
What?
Glad you've arrived. We've got our little problem again.
I am sitting down. I'm sat down. - Shit.
Bill, you're scaring people.
Piss off!
Listen, Bill, what happens if they get the police?
Cos they could, you know.
I've done nothing wrong.
Tell him.
Tell him!
Come on, Bill. Come on.
Get off.
Get off me.
Goodbye, Bill.
I'm not asking this time. We're moving.
Let him go.
Who are you?
My mate. I'm allowed mates, aren't I?
- Social worker? - I'm taking him back to Sowerby Park.
Look at the state of him.
If you don't want to go with him, get in there.
Bill, this is serious. Why does a bloke that age want to be your friend?
You're a good-looking lad. Put your thinking cap on.
He's here because I want him to be.
Look, just get in the car.
I picked him. What's wrong with that, McVerry?
I picked him. What's wrong with that?
OK, mate. I'm washing my hands of you this time.
And I've got your number, pal.
What's wrong with that? I picked him.
Not you! Not the office! Me!
- I'm calling the police. - Cos I say where to go next, McVerry!
Bastard!
Come on!
You're gonna die, McVerry!
You're gonna die and then burn.
♪ Pounding dance beat
He's trying to kill me. - Get off.
He's trying to kill me.
He's trying to kill me!
Call the police.
If you stop this now, Bill, I'll say your mate led you on.
It's not your fault. He led you on.
Nothing will happen. Nothing will happen to you.
Yeah, it never does.
You stupid, stupid, little sod!
Nine bloody years and you just won't let it go, will you?
Why don't you just let it go and give us all some peace, for God's sake?
Cutting a red one?
That's a symptom of premature ejaculation.
Morning, Fitz.
The cleaners found him this morning.
There was a stag night but the manager reckons there was no trouble.
There was no trouble at my stag night, either.
It was the next 30 years that buggered me up.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
What did that?
A leather belt and a buckle.
Ian McVerry. Social worker.
Social worker and you're looking for a motive?
Cuts all over - face, neck, heart.
The artery was severed when the neck was under pressure.
Human hair residue under the fingernails.
What does all that mean in Scouse?
Attacked from the front and from the rear.
He was secured from behind before he was attacked from in front.
Just like Mrs Franklin's murder.
I thought you said Mrs Franklin was attacked from the front first.
Doesn't matter.
He thought he was fighting one person, overcame that person,
banged his head off the floor,
then the stronger one, he comes up behind,
gets the belt round his neck and garrottes the poor bugger.
It's emotionally identical to Mrs Franklin's.
Except you just said "him".
Did I?
"He was banging his head off the floor. "
I thought we were looking for a man and a woman.
One older, one younger.
One taller, one shorter. Father and son?
We can check with the tenant's statements.
God.
Attaboy.
I think this is a new relationship.
I think...
...Mrs Franklin discovered something.
Something that caused a row. A big enough row to warrant her murder.
What is there to discover about a new relationship? Sex.
Mrs Franklin discovered sex between a man and a boy.
That's what started the row.
That's what got her murdered.
He was called out of the case conference at about 8 o'clock.
I saw him take the call in here.
He left when?
He never came back into the meeting, so five past eight.
We all assumed he'd just gone home as usual.
- Is this his office diary? - That's confidential.
There might be clients' names and addresses in there.
We are investigating a murder.
It's not my job to offer them all as potential suspects.
Cllents' privacy Is very Important here.
Have you ever worked in a hairdresser's?
No.
Just curious about the use of the word "clients".
It's only the older members of staff who have a problem with that word.
Really?
Ian McVerry was stabbed in the face and neck 20 times with a broken bottle.
He lost six pints of blood in an hour.
We think one of our clients did it.
So, can we see the diary, please?
DC Temple, report back to Anson Road.
OK.
Let's go and get that telly on.
- Diane Nash? - Yeah.
Detective Sergeant Jane Penhaligon.
Can I talk to you about Ian McVerry?
You rang him last night.
Look, let's nip and see your gran.
- Are they police? - Just get in the car.
Give me your money.
Where did you get this?
One of the children we fostered, William Preece, came round.
He was making a nuisance of himself.
It was a bit silly, really.
I phoned Ian, he came round, sorted out the problem and left.
Talk me through that.
Well, you know, he took him back to the children's home.
William's coming to the end of a long-term care order.
What age will that be? 17?
On March 23rd.
You fostered him when?
'85 to the end of '86.
Were you threatened?
Not threatened, no. William was not...
17 can sometimes be a bit intimidating.
Look, I don't really know him any more.
If you want a social history, you'll have to ask McVerry.
Tricky.
He was murdered last night.
I'm sorry, it's...
Oh, good God.
When he left with William, were they alone?
B N, two exclamation marks.
That was the last entry in McVerry's diary.
The B obviously could be William,
but his name's Preece.
So, what do you think the N could stand for, Mrs Nash?
Look, I want my husband here.
Come in.
Sir, Fitz's son is at the front desk.
Right. The Cheltex factory, Dayton Road.
The young fella there, William
Preece or William Nash, check his records.
Right.
Behave.
- Where have you been? - Dentist. I needed a filling.
Did you? You slope off again without
permission and you'll want the bloody lot replacing, OK?
Go on!
Dickhead. Don't know how he got in the police force.
I ran away once.
I hid here the best part of a week.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know she was there. Just talk to me.
Out.
I said out!
This is not just about you, it's about me, you prick!
I don't know where you want to go but you are not taking me with you.
All right?
Nobody asked for an eight-year-old.
We asked for a baby.
I wanted a baby.
We were only going to foster him for a couple of months,
but he seemed so happy.
Just blended in.
He seemed like he'd been with us for ever.
We signed the forms and applied to adopt.
And then you got pregnant.
A bit of a shock.
You constructed a new family round you to fill in the gaps,
and then you get pregnant.
Ironically, he probably helped you conceive your first child.
You were carrying a premier division player and
you're looking at a sub in the spare room.
It wouldn't have been fair.
We'd never have treated them the same.
He resented anything that changed our relationship.
So you cancelled the adoption.
Yes.
You cancelled William.
Yes.
If they catch us, what's our story going to be?
I want you to know that we're together.
Come here! Come here!
Come here!
- Where do we find this lad? - The bloke who'd know, if anybody does,
is Stuart Grady - Grady, the dayshift foreman.
We're going to be here all bloody day.
- 47 Banville Road. - You what?
47 Banville Road.
That's Franklin's house.
Now, is that a 3 or an 8?
Begging your pardon.
Oh, no, it's a 3. Flat 3.
Shit!
Rip this room apart. We're looking for a murder weapon.
Somebody interviewed him yesterday after Mrs
Franklin was murdered, I want to know who.
I'm not sure, sir. I think it was Skelton.
- Well, go and fetch him! - Nobody here.
Grady and William Nash arrived in work after midday.
Some of the machinists on their shift have been interviewed.
They both disappeared around 3 o'clock.
- So the flying Scotsman wasn't far wrong.
- No, sir. That's the rest of the stuff on Grady.
- Ex-army. - Discharged 18 months back.
"Incompatible behaviour. " That's all they're saying.
Lean on them.
- No way! - Look, Skelly...
No way! This is the biggest chance I've ever had.
You're allowed a mistake. I've had all mine.
Hey! Look at me.
I'm not allowed any mistakes.
Skelton. You're going to Preston.
What?
Bretherton Barracks. Grady got turfed out
the army. Find out why and we need a photograph.
Thanks.
We've only just got rid of one little shit.
We don't need another! You interviewed Grady.
Don't do that.
If I report you, you can write your promotion off, now back off.
He said it was his son.
He opened the door with a tin of paint and a Walkman on.
Nobody else heard anything so I wrote them off.
I swear, I looked round the flat and there was nothing to see. It was calm.
He said it was his son.
I even checked again today.
You'd have believed him.
So you try blaming a new DC and get on with rebuilding your career?
Skelly could have taken that one on the chin and carried on. I won't.
You get a look at them? You can describe the kid?
Yeah.
What happens now?
What are you asking me for?
October 10th. Treated like shit by Penhaligon.
Bilborough told me to Ignore her.
November 5th. Woke up crying.
Bilborough's death.
Catriona asked me to be the godfather.
I found Jimmy Beck's diary.
I know what he did to you.
- Where is it? - I've got It.
Where is it?
It's safe. I swear. Nobody else saw it.
I didn't know how to bring it up before.
You've not exactly been... approachable.
It's in my locker.
Stapled envelope with your initials on it.
All right, driver.
Judith?
Will you just stand still?
I don't want you to do anything, I just want you
to tell me where you keep his pyjamas and things.
You don't have to feel this way, Judith.
You don't have to feel guilty.
Oh, I don't.
It doesn't have to be me. I could recommend somebody.
Wrong. This isn't postnatal depression.
I had postnatal depression. I had it the first
time and the resident shrink missed the symptoms.
The only reason you'd recommend anyone is for yourself.
You want me better so we can all get back to your
26-year-old interminable existential crisis.
You've had it so long it's made the house smell.
This is mine. OK?
It's mine. And I've never felt better.
So keep your bloody hands off!
That's enough.
Shit.
I'll do it.
Be careful.
Grady! Put it out.
Put it out!
Come on! Quick!
Come on.
Stuart David Grady, aged 35.
Ex-army. Brown hair, grey eyes, 6 ft tall.
Skelton?
Kicked out for inconsistent
behaviour, two court martials for picking fights.
They reckon he's a bright bloke but impatient and volatile.
Page 2, a photofit of William Preece,
or William Nash, aged 17.
Why haven't we got a proper photograph of this guy?
The most recent anybody's got, he was just eight years old.
Who interviewed these two people yesterday?
I did, sir.
William Nash has brown hair, brown eyes.
He's around 5'9", slimmer than Grady, and I think he had a Manchester accent.
Could have been the Bolton area.
Grady told me Nash was his son,
and when I came back and checked Nash has no named father,
so, as far as we know, that might still be the truth.
You believed that?
If they're father and son, we don't have a motive.
We won't let intelligence interfere with a good profile, will we?
Go to the back of the queue. These are facts.
I said two people. You disagreed, I was right.
I said one older, one younger, I was right.
I said two men. One taller, one shorter. I was right.
All I'm saying Is, these two have just met.
It's still conceivable if he was an absent father.
What does it matter if we know who we're looking for?
Is this small, deaf and stupid in here, or is it me?
Of course it changes how they operate.
Of course it changes how we take their confession.
Father and son do not operate the same way as two star-crossed lovers.
These two do not know each other very well.
This is Death In Venice before the hair dye.
Where?
- Carrington Dock. - We've just found Grady's burnt-out car.
Two witnesses heard a scream. The young fella might be injured.
Hospitals.
OK. OK. Come on. You ready?
One, two, three... Come on.
Argh!
Hang on. Hang on.
Coming across the road? My shout.
We'd lit a barbecue and It didn't take.
I threw on some fuel...
and some must have caught his... his jeans.
It just went up. It was my fault.
OK. I'll just need to grab some fresh gloves.
Judith?
Judith!
Do you fantasize about rape? If she does, It doesn't Include violence.
Do you fantasize about rape?
Sometimes, yes, I do.
I've been raped, sir.
I never heard that.
Detective Sergeant Beck raped me, sir.
Are you accusing me of rape? - Yes.
Let's have this out In front of the boss.
Get me some evidence and I'll give you all the help I can.
Do you believe I could rape you?
No doubt, Jimmy.
It's not too serious but I want a plastic
surgeon to take a look before we dress it.
OK? All right, Doctor.
Are you glad you met me, Grady?
Since you're in a Julie Andrews kind of
mood, this might be a good time to ask you.
I desperately need a bed for tonight.
Judith's decided to flat
- pack our entire bedroom and I suspect I might be next.
I do literally just need a bed for the night. I mean... literally.
Obviously.
Although I could be harassed into more.
I would like more.
No.
You don't like me pissed.
Tonight might be a bit of a disappointment.
St Michael's casualty. Grady and Nash have just checked in. Grab Temple.
- Move! - What do you mean, move?
Sir, what are you doing? Sir, you cart...
You can't leave like this!
Somebody... Hey!
- Let go! - Nurse, call security!
Out of my way!
Oi, come back here!
Shit.
Run, Bill!
That's bloody Grady!
Sir, suspect sighted. He's driving a blue BMW, registration G985 FOV.
He's heading towards the side gate.
Grady's down. Repeat, Grady's down.
- Out! Now! - Main car park.
Stuart Grady, I'm arresting you for suspicion of murder.
You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if...
Just Grady.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Where is William Nash?
Who's William Nash?
Grady?
Grady!
♪... if you were the only girl in the world...
♪ And I was the only boy
Where's your lawyer, Stuart?
When I arrived, he was down In the cells briefing you.
Nipped down to the gents. Grabbed a coffee.
When I got back, he was out the door like a whippet.
- Not the man for a challenge, hmm? - I sacked him.
Oh.
One of my most vivid fantasies Is to
sit, like this, face to face with a lawyer.
He's desperate for my wisdom, of course. And...
There's a virus going round, so I've lost my voice.
So I have to write everything down.
So I'm scribbling away and grinning like a fool
cos I know that every note I push to him,
I'm going to charge the bastard 25 quid, plus VAT.
Would that not make you cringe, Stuart?
No?
What's your most vivid fantasy, then? Hmm?
What would you really most like to be thinking about,
right this minute?
Go on, close your eyes.
Forget you're in the shit.
Try and get a taste of it. Go on.
- No. - They can't touch you for it.
I don't want to.
Go on. Go on.
It'll relax you, make you feel good.
I don't want to be relaxed. Do I have to talk to him?
Ask your lawyer.
- No, but thanks anyway. - Fitz.
Right. I'm off, then. I'll not stay where I'm not wanted.
This is the one day where you have to try and
account for all the dreadful things you've done
before they take you down.
I wanted to help you with that, Stuart. No-one else will.
Your lawyer won't, cos he knows your gay.
- What's happened? - Nothing. He's fine.
Where's Judith?
Resting.
Why can't you make her feel better?
She doesn't want to feel better.
Because she knows you're waiting for it so
you can scrub out your own bloody guilt.
"I have no guilt... about all those who I have sacrificed. "
- Who said that? - Judas Iscariot?
Jeremy Beadle.
Your guilt about making her feel worse, you arrogant tit.
- Heard it, heard it. - You know she's divorcing you?
What?
According to her mother, she went for a drink with her lawyer yesterday.
Oh, yeah, she's pulled that stunt before.
She'll go and flirt with her lawyer, then
make sure I hear about it. It's childish.
Sad and childish.
- Your wife's having a bloody breakdown! - Don't you dare tell me about my wife,
you overgrown, underqualified, Impotent wee shite!
Oh...
- It's all right. - Shite.
Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. Sorry, son.
Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear.
Hey, who is it you're meant to be interviewing?
Those fights you picked in the army. They were special, weren't they?
Real men.
Men like yourself.
One or two of the men singled you out, saw a weakness somewhere.
Said something "sensitive".
So you decked 'em.
Wallowed in the brutality, the testosterone.
Volatile temper.
Got yourself back in with the lads, eh?
Did it never occur to you how they knew?
Those ones who spotted your secret?
Come on, Grady, takes one to know one.
All those guys you chinned - any one of them - could have been your future.
Did you tell Bill about your wife and child?
No?
Why not?
Cos Bill was special?
Because he looked at you long
enough to make sure you knew what he meant?
A strong, young man.
Did he make the first move?
You looked at him and you saw a braver version of yourself.
Come on, Grady.
This is your one chance to let the light in.
What age is your mum?
54.
What age was Mrs Franklin?
Late forties?
About the same age.
Your father will be difficult for all the usual reasons.
Same reason your lawyer left, I guess.
One man smelling of two men's
aftershaves gets the old antibodies going.
Your mother will be quite different.
She spent a quarter of her entire life on this planet
personally supervising your development.
She'll be devastated.
When Mrs Franklin found you and Bill,
you saw her, but you were letting down your mum.
Weren't you, Stuart?
Nothing happened.
A whole generation of women screaming, "What a waste. "
You couldn't face it.
That's why you attacked Mrs Franklin.
You couldn't face letting women down.
I didn't.
I know you didn't. Bill attacked her.
She went for you, Bill attacked her.
He leapt to your defence because he
wanted you to be happy, because he loves you.
What are you talking about? What's he talking about?
Look at me, Stuart.
Nothing happened.
Look at me.
Nothing happened because you always prevented it from happening.
The wife, the child, the army, the factory...
you always surrounded yourself with "real" men, just in case you weakened.
But you're not unique.
- Sit down! - I want another lawyer!
I'll get you one. Now, sit down!
You just have to go ten yards from
here, and you'll get some honest answers.
There's 100, 200 coppers - 90%, male.
Minimum number - 18 of them -
18, who feel exactly as unique as you do.
I swear...
I never touched him.
That's the waste, Stuart. You never did it.
You never said it.
Bill Nash offered you the best ever
chance of making all this mean something.
Your legs went. Your stomach went. You could hardly breathe.
I understand that so completely It's breaking my bloody heart, Stuart.
It's tragic that you should do all this, that
you should feel all this, and not say it.
You love him, Stuart.
And if you love him, you must tell us where he is.
I can't.
We have to speak to him.
You didn't go home the night you killed McVerry.
They'll take him back to Sowerby Park and that'll do his head in.
He's had 12 years of all that.
That's why the social worker went down.
That... bastard deserved to die!
All Bill wanted...
was an hour with his family, a chance to talk,
and that bastard started dragging him off like a convict.
He's 17...
...and he's been through all that shit.
At 17, I was signing up for this country.
Bill...
is owned by everybody but himself.
And I'm the only one who showed him any respect.
Mr and Mrs Nash are not Bill's parents.
He told me.
And he told me what they did to him.
Yeah, well, I think he's paid them back.
Phone calls.
80 in one night.
Had to change the telephone number 12
times and eventually they changed the address.
Good!
Straight in there. Make them suffer. They're
the bastards who should be here now.
Right. But it's different now.
He's got somebody who is committed to him.
You have killed for him.
We did it together.
- We helped each other. - You and Bill killed Mrs Franklin?
- Yes. - Ian McVerry?
- Yes. - Three days of Intensive training,
you were like that.
Yes.
He could stand up for himself. You liked that as a fighter.
I'd give anything to be like him.
Anything!
He's fallen in love and killed in one week.
And he's separated.
And Bill doesn't cope with separation well.
I think we should find him.
No chance.
He's gonna fly now.
You wouldn't think it to look at him...
...but he really does know how to survive.
How closely have you looked?
Here?
Five suicide attempts. Two overdoses, one near fatal.
If he told you he was a survivor, he lied.
If he told you he was a man... he lied.
Bill Nash Is still very much a child.
Are you going to help him?
Brown's Mill.
Back of the canal.
He's on the third floor.
Walt. Walt.
He's got a gun.
What gun?
It's mine.
HI, It's me, love. Are you there?
I cart remember whether I'm coming home first or what.
Well, I'm obviously talking to
myself, so I'll see you all down Castlefield.
Right. Ta - ra, then.
I told Wise the Nash family need protection. He'll go there.
- Are they in danger if he's suicidal? - Depends how good a shot he is.
I've been to Brown's Mill. I've found someone who knows the layout.
Follow the van to Nash's. Take him with you.
You must be bloody joking. That's my bit.
I don't mind the occasional razor blade or perhaps even a rope,
but I do not do guns!
No, we're certain. He's been here.
There's no sign of him at the mill.
Ask Fitz.
We need to know where Nash would go next.
Tell him It's worth a few quid.
Don't pull the trigger.
You're supposed to keep your arm very still and squeeze.
Good boy. Now squeeze.
You'll win something. Come on, just give It a go.
It's easy money, this.
It's time to apologise, Diane!
Move.
Move!
Diane?
Mum!
Please, William. Please, let Steven go.
It's Bill. It's Bill! Nobody calls me William any more. You should know that.
If it wasn't for him, you'd know that!
Tell them I want Grady. I want Grady now!
No! No!
He's desperate to make sure everybody likes him.
It's his fostering instinct. That's how all those kids got free.
They just smiled till some bugger latched themselves on.
No pun intended.
Grady!
He trusts you because he thinks that you care.
I do!
Well, go and save his life. Look.
I'm not moving unless you come with me.
That's fine by me, pal.
On his own, I said!
On his own!
It's OK, Bill. He's with me.
He's not a copper.
- Don't tell him I'm a shrink. - He's my lawyer.
Thanks.
We want a car. I'm gonna put the kid in the car.
If we get away and nobody follows us, he wort get hurt.
Bill, they won't do that.
We'll give you a car.
But not until you put the gun down, Billy.
Do you think I'm brain dead, you wanker?
Bill!
Grady!
That's him. That was me.
I know, Bill. That's not his fault. Now, let him go.
I can't, can I?
If he goes, there's only her left.
I can't trust her, can I? She's a lying cow.
I'm sorry.
- What? - I'm sorry!
Bill, you don't need the gun.
Just put your arm round her neck and squeeze with your elbow.
You don't need the gun.
But she'll get away.
And then they'll have me.
They'll have us both and then that's the end of everything, Grady.
- It's not. - No, it's not.
He's changed your life.
Just keep your arm around her throat and squeeze.
Tell him how Important he Is.
- Make him feel he's important. - Shut up! I don't need telling.
Telling what?
You are Important.
I understand... why you're here now... doing this.
You're half my age...
and I really admire you for what you've got through.
Being honest...
...and just doing it.
You love him.
Tell him. Just tell him.
I love you.
I swear to God.
Billy, come on! There are kids here.
I love you more than I...
The gun. The gun!
Bill, please put down the gun.
If you don't put the gun down, I'll never be able to tell you again.
Please put the gun down.
- If you're scared, give it to me, Bill. - No!
Billy, put the gun on the ground!
Give it to me, Bill.
Billy!
I'm gonna take the gun...
...and I'm gonna put it on the
ground so we can talk properly, all right?
I love you.
I love you, Grady.
God!
Oh, shit!