01x08 - Best Boys

[bunniefuu]

[Clatter of machinery]

Get him! Come on!

Stop him! Stop him!

- Get his kecks off. Come on, grab him!
- Leave me alone!

Let's see his packet!

BO Y: What are you doing?

- [Laughing]
- Get his kecks down. Move!

[Shrieking]

Oll

Get dressed.

[Muttering]

I'll inform the canteen
you'll be ten minutes late for your break.

WOMAN: 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.

[Bell tolls]

Are you OK?

- How you been, Jane?
- I'm fine, yeah.

[As Sean Connery]
For God's sake, Mlss 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.

[Sighs] Oh, God.

Just say it out loud and be proud.
"I helped him to die."

The Eddie the Eagle
of the law enforcement agency.

REPORTER: That's her.
That's the copper's sister. Over there.

[Barrage of questions]

This is private! Now, I'll count to three.

Who took the picture of him jumping?

Who prlnted 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 receptiors private.

Thank you. Come on.

[Questions continue]

♪ Traditional music

Look, Aileen, is there's anything I can do,

anything at all, just let me know. OK?

Thank you.

Just water, thanks.

- 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.

[Hooter blows]

Get off. You're on next.

[Chatter and laughter]

Hiya, sexy.

Let's get out of thls 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?

[Phone rings]

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 Jlmmy.

Will you have a drink with me, Fitz?

I'll have a double malt, thanks.

I deserve promotion at least.

[Harshly] 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?

[Shouts] If I've got something to say,
I will bloody well say it.

[Music stops]
- All right?

I'm going to have to go.
It's been nice to meet you.

Outside.

[Conversations starts up again]

MAN: Hey, mate. She remlnds 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.

[Taxi pulls up]

I can't do that.

What's this? Mr Mothercare?

Mr Childrers-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.

DRIVER: You gettlng 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 comlng, love?

Look after her.

[Alarm rings]

- 2-4 to Control, over.
- Control recelvlng, over.

Keyholder is just arriving.
We might have a result. Any assistance, over?

ETA ten mlnutes.

OFFICER: 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.

OFFICER:
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.

OFFICER: Rlght, Mr Grady.

Anyone In there, slr?

- Slr?
- Nothing's been touched in here.

Are you on probation?

No. Halfway house.

Halfway from what?

Childrers home.

Come on. You'll have to kip on the sofa.

[Tapping]

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 k*ll 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.

[Shower runs]

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?

[Knocking at door]

WOMAN:
Stuart, I know you're In there.

[lnsistent banging]
- I'm stlll waltlng.

Rent.

I stuck it under your door on Friday.

The rest.

What rest?

You never cook breakfast.
She's obviously won'th 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 wh*re 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 charglng, 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 elther, Is lt?

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.

MRS FRANKLIN: Jesusl

They'll have you now, you little sh*t!

[Bill grunts]

Oh, god.

Grady...

She's gettlng away, Grady.

I had to do lt. She went for me.

Stop her. Grady, help me.

Do something.

Grady.

Do something!

[Grady grunts]

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 k*lled somebody for a year?

I stabbed her. You k*lled her.

I've had 12 years of it. I'm not going back.

It's better than 12 years of prison!

[Door bangs]

[Door rattles]

Mary?

[Door rattles]

Argh!

Jesus! Mary!

[Groanlng]

Helpl

Helpl

Help me.

Please. Somebody...

Helpl

Please, helpl

sh*t.

Helpl

[Shouts] Helpl

WOMAN: Hello?
- Pleasel Somebody, helpl

- Are you all rlght?
[Doorbell]

- Down here.
- I'll get somebody.

FITZ: That's lt. Follow the blue flashlng llghts.

- Wait here for me, will you?
- Meter's runnlng, 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 m*rder.

Right...

Show me to it.

I've always got a hard-on for 30 pieces of silver.

[Banging on door]

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.

WOMAN: 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 stlll allve when she got dumped.

You say he's got previous for as*ault?

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 m*rder, 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 nothlng at all?

[Clatter]

Dad, where's my trainers?

Where'd you leave them?

All right?

Thanks a lot. You were a big help.

Mlght he have heard somethlng?

Well, he didn't hear you, did he?

PENHALIGON:
Temple, we're taklng her husband In.

Just comlng, Jane.

We need to get a statement. Whers
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 k*lled, you b*stard!

It wasrt me!

[Shouting continues]

[Siren]

[Baby wails]

Ssh. Ssh.

Ssh!

- Oh... Sorry.
[Baby continues wailing]

[Clapping]

Put it there, boy.
Every normal mars fantasy.

Give the b*tch 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 wasrt frightened of me.

- She took an Injunctlon out.
- Yes. And then she took me back.

FITZ: Why do you suppose she dld 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 tlmes.

The mortgage is all paid for.

Oh, serious drinking, eh? Franklirs 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 ba*ls squeezed
like a pair of lychees,

and you gave her permission.

I know exactly why you k*lled 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.

[Sobs]

Sorry.

I think I preferred him
when I thought he'd actually done it.

WOMAN: Ooh, here's your boyfriend, Linda.
- [Laughter]

Hello, gorgeous.

'Ey, shall I pinch his arse as he comes past?

All right?

Go on! See what he's got in his lunchbox!

ALL: Oooh!
- [Laughter]

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 slck of warnlng you.

Now, get your coat, get your bag and move!

Stuff your soddlrjob.

- 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 ba*ls to do that.

[Toilet flushes]

So he's not capable of m*rder?

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.

[Running water]

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 flght or fllght.

The last two wounds were driven,
precise attacks

to flnlsh off a botched job.

A more powerful assailant. A man.

Two K*llers.

- Yeah?
- Posslbly.

- 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.

Thanks.

FITZ: 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 K*llers.

Given more time
they'd probably have taken her somewhere else.

And we're not looklng at Bonnle and Clyde.

They dldrt plan anythlng.

Just healthy, very ordlnary people.

Llke most murderers.

He's a strong man. If not blg, well-composed.

She's shorter, less substantlal.

If you thlnk you're onto them, target hlm.

He'll be more vulnerable.

She has the temper. She stabbed flrst.

He flnlshed the job to protect her,
but she stabbed flrst.

[Low chatter]

Bill!

Dlane.

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, Dlane.

Where have you moved to?

Dlanel

- 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.

[Engine starts]

- 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!

[Phone rings]

[Baby crying]

ANSWERPHONE:
You're through to Fltzgerald and we're out.

Leave your name and number after the beep,

and for God's sakes keep It short.

[Baby cries]

FITZ: It's me. Just wondered how you're dolng.

Could you plck up the phone If you're there?

You're lylng. Come on. Judlth.

Judlthl

Judlthl

Come on, Judlth. I know you're there.

Judlthl

[Slghs] I'm just wonderlng how you are.

[Baby continues crying]

- 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 toytowrs
full of Scouse builders going,

[Scouse accent] "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.

[Baby whimpers]

[Baby cries]

[Banging on door]

[Screams]

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.

DIANE: You take that one.
- Steven. Both of those.

Hey. Behave yourself.

They'd... be 13,



What are you going to do?

♪ Drum & Bass

[Sighs]

[Mark whispers]

JUDITH: The Mldwlch 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 llve wlth them when I was seven.

Not here, they llved down Irmston.

I was 618-24 19-40.

My family.

My new family.

I'd been to loads of foster parents before that,
when I was younger.

Josle and Allan, Maggle and Peter.

Maggle and Kelth.

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.

Didrt want to spoil things now.

What blew lt?

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.

BO Y: 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 sh**t.

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 sald 1 5 mlnutes.
- Just get In.

- Soclal Servlces.
- Lan McVerry, please.

Sorry, he's out.

- Can you give me the number?
- We cart dlsclose 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.

[Engine running]

[Turns engine off]

Hello.

[TV on]

[Football on TV]

- Where's Jimmy?
- He's asleep upstairs.

What?

[Football commentary continues on TV]

[Doorbell]

BRIAN: Glad you've arrlved.
We've got our llttle problem agaln.

[Voices]

BILL: I am slttlng down. I'm sat down.
- sh*t.

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.

BRIAN: 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 plcked hlm. What's wrong wlth 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!

b*stard!

Come on!

[Horn beeping]

You're gonna die, McVerry!

You're gonna die and then burn.

[Horn beeps]

[Tyres screech]

♪ Pounding dance beat

[Shouting and cheering]

MCVERRY: He's trying to k*ll me.
- Get off.

He's trying to k*ll me.

He's trying to k*ll me!

Call the police.

[Shouting and whistling]

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.

[Cheering]

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?

[Train rumbles by]

[Train whistle]

FITZ: Cutting a red one?

That's a symptom of premature ejaculation.

WISE: 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.

Lan 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 Franklirs m*rder.

I thought you said Mrs Franklin
was attacked from the front first.

Doesrt 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 Franklirs.

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.

[Baby cries]

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 m*rder.

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 m*rder*d.

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 m*rder.

It's not my job to offer them all
as potential suspects.

Cllents'prlvacy Is very lmportant 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?

Lan McVerry was stabbed in the face and neck


He lost six pints of blood in an hour.

We think one of our clients did it.

So, can we see the diary, please?

RADIO: DC Temple, report back to Anson Road.

OK.

Let's go and get that telly on.

- Diane Nash?
- Yeah.

Detective Sergeant Jane Penaligon.

Can I talk to you about lan 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?

DIANE: One of the chlldren we fostered,
Wllllam Preece, came round.

He was maklng a nulsance of hlmself.

It was a bit silly, really.

I phoned lan, he came round,
sorted out the problem and left.

Talk me through that.

Well, you know, he took him back
to the childrers 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...



Look, I don't really know him any more.

If you want a social history,
you'll have to ask McVerry.

Tricky.

He was m*rder*d 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.

- [Knocks]
- 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.

[Laughter]

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.

BILL: I ran away once.

I hid here the best part of a week.

I'm sorry.

I dldrt 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?

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!

[Both laugh]

Come here!

[Bill whoops]

- 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?



That's Franklirs house.

Now, is that a 3 or an 8?

Begging your pardon.

Oh, no, it's a 3. Flat 3.

sh*t!

Rip this room apart.
We're looking for a m*rder weapon.

Somebody interviewed him yesterday after
Mrs Franklin was m*rder*d, I want to know who.

TEMPLE: 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 wasrt 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 golng 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 sh*t.
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.

[Police radios]

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 agaln 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 llke shlt by Penhallgon.

Bllborough 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 lt.

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!

GRAD Y: That's enough.

sh*t.

BILL: I'll do it.

Be careful.

Grady! Put it out.

Put it out!

Come on! Quick!

Come on.

[expl*si*n]

Stuart David Grady, aged 35.

Ex-army. Brown hair, grey eyes, 6ft 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 mlght stlll 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 sald one older, one younger, I was rlght.

I said two men. One taller, one shorter.
I was right.

All I'm saylng 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.

- [Whispers]
- 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.

MAN: Coming across the road? My shout.

GRAD Y: We'd llt a barbecue and It dldrt 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!

[Whirring]

BECK: Do you fantaslse about r*pe?
FITZ: If she does, It doesrt Include vlolence.

Do you fantaslse about r*pe?

PENHALIGON: Sometlmes, yes, I do.

[Chuckllng]

PENHALIGON: I've been r*ped, slr.

WISE: I never heard that.

Detectlve Sergeant Beck r*ped me, slr.

BECK: Are you accuslng me of r*pe?
- Yes.

Let's have thls out In front of the boss.

WISE: Get me some evldence
and I'll glve you all the help I can.

[Chuckles] Do you belleve I could r*pe you?

No doubt, Jlmmy.

It's not too serious but I want a plastic surgeon
to take a look before we dress it.

- OK?
GRAD Y: All rlght, 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.

Judlth's declded to flat- pack our entlre bedroom
and I suspect I mlght 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 dort llke me plssed.

Tonight might be a bit of a disappointment.

St Michael's casualty. Grady and Nash
have just checked in. Grab Temple.

[Can drops from machine]

[Pulls can ring]

- Move!
- What do you mean, move?

Slr, what are you dolng? Slr, you cart...

[Alarm bleeping]
- You cart leave llke thlsl

Somebody... Heyl

- Let go!
- Nurse, call securltyl

Out of my way!

MAN: OI, come back herel

[Police radio in background]

sh*t.

[Tyres screech]

Run, Bill!

[Siren wails]

That's bloody Grady!

Sir, suspect sighted. He's driving a blue BMW,
registration G985 FOV.

He's heading towards the side gate.

[Tyres screech]

[Glass shatters]
- Grady's down. Repeat, Grady's down.

- Out! Now!
- Maln car park.

Stuart Grady,
I'm arresting you for suspicion of m*rder.

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?

[Loose timber clatters]

[Running water]

Grady?

Grady!

Grady!

♪... if you were the only girl in the world...

♪ And I was the only boy

Where's your lawyer, Stuart?

When I arrlved,
he was down In the cells brleflng you.

Nlpped 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 vlvld fantasles Is to slt,
llke thls, face to face wlth a lawyer.

He's desperate for my wisdom, of course. And...

[Chuckles] There's a virus going round,
so I've lost my voice.

So I have to wrlte everythlng down.

So I'm scrlbbllng away and grlnnlng llke a fool

cos I know that every note I push to him,

I'm going to charge the b*stard 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 llke
to be thlnklng about,

rlght thls mlnute?

Go on, close your eyes.

Forget you're in the sh*t.

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.

[Mutters]

- 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 g*y.

- 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 sald 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, underquallfled,
lmpotent wee shltel

- [Distressed crying]
- Oh...

- It's all rlght.
- 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, werert 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.

[Deep voice] 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 Blll about your wlfe and child?

No?

Why not?

Cos Blll was speclal?

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 hlm
and you saw a braver verslon of yourself.

Come on, Grady.

This is your one chance to let the light in.

[Birdsong]

[Plays a short phrase from Für Elise]

What age is your mum?

[Grady sighs] 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 mers 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.

Werert you, Stuart?

Nothing happened.

A whole generatlon of women screamlng,
"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, Blll 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 -



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 breaklng 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 hlm, Stuart.

And if you love him,
you must tell us where he is.

I can't.

We have to speak to him.

You didnt go home the night you k*lled 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... b*stard deserved to die!

All Bill wanted...

was an hour with his family, a chance to talk,

and that b*stard started dragging him off
like a convict.

He's 17...

...and he's been through all that sh*t.

At 1 7, I was signlng up for thls 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.



Had to change the telephone number 12 times
and eventually they changed the address.

Goodl

Straight in there. Make them suffer.
They're the b*stards who should be here now.

Right. But it's different now.

He's got somebody who is committed to him.

You have k*lled for him.

We did it together.

- We helped each other.
- You and Bill k*lled Mrs Franklin?

- Yes.
- Lan McVerry?

- Yes.
- Three days of Intenslve tralnlng,

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 k*lled in one week.

And he's separated.

And Blll doesnt cope with separatlon well.

I think we should flnd 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?

Here?

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 lled.

Blll Nash Is stlll very much a chlld.

Are you going to help him?

[Sighs]

Browrs Mill.

Back of the canal.

He's on the third floor.

GRAD Y: Walt. Walt.

He's got a g*n.

What g*n?

It's mine.

[Phone rings]

[Beep]

BRIAN: HI, It's me, love. Are you there?

I cart remember whether
I'm comlng home flrst or what.

Well, I'm obvlously talklng to myself,
so I'll see you all down Castlefleld.

Rlght. Ta- ra, then.

[Beep]

[Tyres squeal]

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 Browrs 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 g*ns!

[Police radio in background]

[Birdsong]

No, we're certain. He's been here.

WISE: There's no slgn of hlm at the mlll.

Ask Fltz.

We need to know where Nash would go next.

Tell hlm It's won'th a few quld.

Don't pull the trigger.

You're supposed to keep your arm very still
and squeeze.

Good boy. Now squeeze.

WOMAN: You'll wln somethlng.
Come on, just glve It a go.

It's easy money, thls.

[Screaming]

It's time to apologise, Diane!

Move.

Move!

BRIAN: Dlane?

Muml

Please, William. Please, let Steven go.

It's Bill. It's Bill! Nobody calls me William
any more. You should know that.

If it wasrt for him, you'd know that!

Tell them I want Grady.
I want Grady now!

CHILD: No! No!

[Sirens wail]

[Helicopter whirs overhead]

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.

BILL: Gradyl

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!

[Motor whirs]
- 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.

WISE: We'll glve you a car.

But not until you put the g*n down, Billy.

Do you think I'm braindead, you w*nk*r?

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 g*n.

Just put your arm round her neck
and squeeze wlth your elbow.

You dort need the g*n.

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.

FITZ: He's changed your llfe.

Just keep your arm around her throat
and squeeze.

FITZ: Tell hlm how lmportant he Is.

- Make him feel he's important.
- Shut up! I don't need telling.

Telling what?

GRAD Y: You are lmportant.

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 hlm. Just tell hlm.

I love you.

I swear to God.

WISE: Bllly, come onl There are klds here.

I love you more than I...

The g*n. The g*n!

GRAD Y: Blll, please put down the g*n.

If you don't put the g*n down,
I'll never be able to tell you again.

Please put the g*n down.

- If you're scared, give it to me, Bill.
- No!

Billy, put the g*n on the ground!

GRAD Y: Give it to me, Bill.

WISE: Blllyl

I'm gonna take the g*n...

...and I'm gonna put it on the ground
so we can talk properly, all right?

I love you.

I love you, Grady.

God!

[Clattering and screaming]
- Oh, sh*t!

[Grady groans]

[Grady wails]

[Grady sobs]