01x01 - The Mad Woman in the Attic

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They're off! All the girls a bit slowly away.

Serious Hurry breaks very fast
from TM and Henari Video in the early stages,

then Kalara, good position,
wide from Last Straw...

Don't know why

There's no sun up in the sky

Stormy weather...

...TM helping to force the pace...

... since my man and I ain't together...

Serious Hurry coming to join the leader...

It's raining all the time...

...well past halfway, justovertwo to go.
Serious Hurry just grabs the lead from TM...

Life is fair, gloom and misery everywhere...

- Last Strawbursts through...
- Yes!

- Serious Hurry has it...
- Come on!

Comic Whirlpool and Last Straw
are the nearest challengers

It's Serious Hurry,
as they race inside the final furlong...

Come on, baby!

d I'm weary all the time...

Serious Hurry wins it, Comic Whirlpool second,
Last Straw third...

d I'm weary all the time...

Come on.

We're late.

OK, everyone.

Dr Fitzgerald is now ready to give us his lecture.

Spinoza.

Descartes.

Hobbes.

Locke.

Freud.

Adler.

Jung!

Meyer!

Sullivan!

Horney!

Pavlov.

End of lecture.

Moral.

What's the moral?

The bride in white sees herself
as the widow in black.

She's already planning forthe day
she'll bury him and she'll be centre stage again.

I rehear sed the death of my father for years.
I even got a little bored.

The thing you really feel,
not that crap you're supposed to feel.

When you've studied,
shed light on the dark recesses of your soul,

that is the time to pick up a book.

Here's the cavalry.

Afternoon, sir.

Sorry about the delay, ladies and gentlemen.
We'll be moving again as soon as possible.

Moving again as soon as possible.

One second, pal, honestly.

- All right, Jimmy. Sweeney?
- Looks like it.

- Scene OfCrime not here?
- On his way. Path as well.

George Wilde, the guard, he found her.

Detective Chief Inspector Bilborough.
We'll need yourshoes, sir.

- Did you touch anything in here?
- No.

Statements from everyone. Reason for journey.
Names and addresses. Proof of identity.

A seating plan of every compartment,

who sat where, who got off, who got on,
where they got off, where they got on.

Right.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm Detective Chief Inspector Bilborough.

There has been a serious incident on this train.

Your co-operation and your patience
would be appreciated. Thank you.

- How did you pay for your ticket?
- Barclaycard.

Why do you need to know that?

Just routine, sir.

Was it Sweeney?

Dark brown pubic hair.
She wasn't a natural red head.

Was it Sweeney?

Throat cut, pubic hair shaven.
All his trademarks.

This is a classic He had her facing this wall.

Can you get one in relation to the window?

See the blood pattern?
High up, then sloping down.

She's up against this wall.
Blood pressure's sky high. Fighting for her life.

The blade pierces the carotid artery.

Atiny hole in a high-pressure pipe,
the force is amazing.

There's the blood at its highest point.

Then the cut gets bigger.

The pressure drops, she drops.

What's left in her, six pints of blood, say, bubbles
out onto the floor till the heart stops pumping.

It's an absolute bloody classic

Can you get one of me pointing to it?
I'll just do this.

Er, something forthe album.

- 120.
- It'll have to go through Finance.

Come on. I need it now. In readies.

Can't be done.

It wasn't quite what I was expecting.

Well, a little controversy, a little phoney passion.
They lap it up.

b*stard.

Oh, sh*t.

I'd prefer you not to smoke.

Tough.

It's been scientifically proven
that I inhale 20% of everything you smoke.

You get it for nothing, though.

- Do you mind?
- I'm not getting cancer of you. Right?

- Do we know who she was?
- Not yet, sir.

- Where's your mum?
- Eh?

- Where's your mum?
- Out.

- Where?
- What?

Have you any money?

What?

I'll put my foot through that thing.
Have you any money?

No.

Katie! Katie!

In here, Dad!

- Have you any money?
- No.

- Suppose you're expecting a tip?
- Yeah.

Lift your dahlias in the autumn.

- Have you been at this?
- No.

You're lying.

I haven't touched it.

Hello.

We're going out.

Sober.

No choice.

d Summertime

d Andthe livin' is easy

d Fish are jumpin'

d Andthe cotton is high

d Yourdaddy's rich...

BILBOROUGH: Will you take the mother?
- Yes.

You're good at that kind of thing.

I've had plenty of practice.

Mrs Appleby?

d So, hush, little baby

d Don't you cry

d One of these mornings

d You're gonna rise up singing...

I'll have the lemon sole.

- Would you like anything else to drink?
- Yeah, a double Scotch and dry.

- Fitz.
- Yes, dear.

And a couple of bottles of house white.
That all right with you?

- Jo?
- Fine.

So, a double Scotch, house white.
Would you like anything to start?

Erm, another ashtray, please.

d... but till that morning

d There's a'nothing can harm you...

Could you just check they're your daughter's?

d... with daddy and mama standin' by...

Oh, Jacqui.

Oh, Jacqui, what happened to you, love?

There. We'll get you home soon
and you can go to sleep.

You can go to sleep. Oh, Jacqui...

There, there.

We're here now.

What were you doing? What were you doing?

There...

- How much do you pay her?
- It's none of our business.

- L2, L2.50, L3?
- What do you pay?

- We don't have a childminder.
- But when you did, what did you pay?

- It was different.
- A pound an hour.

A pound an hour!
Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!

Yeah, well, I don't spout about exploitation.
I don't spout about...

I don't spoutl

- Hey, come onl
...feminism and all that bullshit.

- It's not bullshit
- Let's talk about the weather.

You're paying some poor down trodden cow
L2 an hour to look after your child.

That's enough.

Your child. The thing that means most to you
in the whole world. L2 an hour?

- And you've got a cleaner.
- We'll talk again when you're sober.

You've got that black woman who cleans.

Ideally, she should be a Filipino.

She's black, so that's OK.

- Excuse me, sir?
- Am I right?

- Yeahl
- So how much do you pay her?

- The going ratel
- L2.50

Three!

L3 an hour!
She could make more than that in South Africal

No, she wouldn'tl

You pay her L3 an hour to clean, so you can
teach Women's Studies for L20 an hour.

Do you not think
that's a teeny wee bit hypocritical?

You up on the podium talking about equality,
freedom and feminism

and she's at home with her arm
halfway down your lavatory!

I think what we have here
is a failure to communicate.

I'll pay that by cheque.

I'm sorry, sir. We only take cheques up to fifty.

If you've got problems with your technology,
fair enough, happens all the time,

- but they're not my problems.
- I'm sorry, sir.

I'll pay by cheque, right?

What I'll do is I'll sign the back
and put my address on it.

I'm sorry, sir.

- Use this.
- Thank you.

Having problems with the computer.

d... from majorto minor

d Every time

d We say...

How bad this time?

Overthe limit on both cards.
Two grand overdrawn at the bank.

Nothing else?

No.

I raised five grand on the mortgage.

Told them it was for a new bathroom.

I forged your signature.

Mark! I want to talk to you.

- I'm busy.
- I want to talk to you.

- Get your things packed.
- What?

- Pay no notice.
- We're going to your gran's.

It won't happen again. I mean it this timel

Why not a normal addiction, Fitz?
Heroin or cocaine?

Do too much and you're dead.

Why pick something so bloody limitless?

Bye.
Bye.

What you doing up at this time?
You wet the bed again or something?

Got to sign on, haven't I?

Finally, the custodians of the cottage...

sh*t.

...where Wordsworth once lived with his sister.

- Has the paper come yet?
- In the bog.

- What?
- In the bog.

Oh... Oh, God...

You all right?

The Huddersfield train
has just arrived on platform seven.

We apologise forthe delay and inconvenience
we've caused to travellers. Thank you.

- There are similarities...
- They're bloody identical.

- This is your first homicide.
- Second.

First, apart from a domestic This is my twelfth.

You do not use words like "identical".

- OK?
- OK.

Right. We'll do it over here.

Gather round, everybody. Hello. Hello.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

In a moment, Miss Parsons will take you
to the scene ofthe search

and you can get some pictures.

For now, I can tell you that there are similarities
between the m*rder of Jacqui Appleby

andthe recent murderof Patricia Garth
at Oxenholme railway station.

My officers are working on the assumption
that these two crimes are linked.

Ourflrst priority is to trace everyone
who got on oroffthe train

between Sheffield and Manchester Victoria.

Max!

Max, where are you?

Jumpedfrom the train. Smashed himself up.

You can tell where he landed.
Dragged himselfas faras he could. Blacked out.

Would youjump from a moving train?

If I'd k*lled someone.

Blood on his clothes,
blood on the soles of his shoes. Scratches.

Keep the lads at it. I want the m*rder weapon.

We're taking you to hospital.

Doctor...

Policeman.

- I'm sorry to trouble you.
- Yes?

My name's Fitz. I knew Jacqui.
She was a lovely girl. I'm really sorry.

- Thank you.
- I'm a psychologist. She was a student of mine.

I want to help. I'm good. I'll catch him.

The police are coping. Thanks all the same.

Yeah, I know, but if ever you need me...

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

- Amnesia?
- Yeah.

Jacqui was blood group B. That's what they
found on his clothes. His prints are on the door.

Four descriptions of a man in the carriage.
He fits them all.

- m*rder weapon?
- Not yet, no.



Through here.

Dr Turner, Dr Chong, Detective Sergeant Beck.

How do you do?
You'd bettercome through.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Bilborough.
This is Detective Sergeant Beck.

Hello.

Could you tell us your name, please?

There was a girl k*lled on the train.

You remember that?

I've heard them all talking. They think I did it.

Did you?

I don't know.

You were in her compartment.
Your clothes were covered in her blood.

I'm a manual worker,
some kind of manual worker.

We're also investigating the murderof Patricia
Garth at Oxenholme station flve weeks ago.

Do you remember it?

Twice?

I've done it twice?

Possibly.

How long are you going to keep him in? He
could feign amnesia till the cows come home.

- We don't know he's feigning it
- Of course he isl

You've done test after test
There's no physical reason whatsoever.

- None that we've found.
- There are emotional factors to consider.

Murdering women is an emotional factor.
I understandthat, totally.

A question. If he was just refusing to speak,
would you keep him in, then?

- No.
- Well, that's exactly what he's doing.

That man should be in a police station,
not a hospital bed.

We'll try pentothal.

Do you rememberbeing on the train?

No.

Do you remember where you were going?

No.

Just the noise and the lift of the helicopter.

Then someone spoke to me.

A policeman?

Yeah.

Then the hospital.

- You don't remember the train?
- No.

Nothing at all?

A sound, a noise, anything at all?

My being like this is annoying you, I know.

But it's destroying me.

Prove to me I did this and I promise I'll confess.

I'll sign anything you want

I get on the phone. They say, "Who is it?"
I say, "It's only me. It's only Peter."

They get onto me.
They say, "It's Charlie", "It's George", "It's Fred."

It's not "only Charlie", "only George", "only Fred".
There's a fanfare of trumpets with them.

With me it's always, "It's only me."

You understand the point I'm making?

Yeah.

Only me.

Massive inferiority. Low self-esteem.

It's not low,
it's sub-bloody-terranean self-esteem.

A woman fancies me. I say, what kind of woman
is this that fancies me?

Where's her wooden leg?

A woman marries me...
well, she must be from outer space, a Martian.

The police have found someone,
but he claims he has amnesia.

- What tests have they run?
- I don't really know.

How would you go about it?

- There's no skull damage, right?
- No.

I'd establish it wasn't organic
I'd run a live function test.

The chief cause of amnesia in m*rder is alcohol.

Then I'd run a blood-sugar test
for hypoglycaemia.

There's schizophrenia, epilepsy,
so I'd need an electroencephalogram.

I don't know. I'd needto see him.

But if it was none of them?

If there's no brain damage, no organic reasons
and he's claiming complete amnesia...

I would say he's having us on.

Ann would like you to get involved.

I thought the police were "coping".

I want to grieve for my daughter.

I can't because he's standing between us.

He's in the way.

And I want him out of the way, forgotten.

I want to be able to grieve.

Sorry to bother you. I'm DS Penhaligon
of Anson Road police station.

You travel regularly
on the Manchester-Wigan train?

Yeah. No, it's just a general enquiry.

That's my job. I knew Jacqui.
Herparents want me involved.

If I need a psychologist...

They're a bunch of wankers up at that hospital.
You know that. A bunch of wankers.

They speak very highly of you.

Homicide and amnesia are heavy.

You needto know what you're doing
and I do know what I'm doing.

- Thank you.
- Right.

I've forgotten more about amnesia
than they'll everknow!

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the m*rder
of Jacqui Appleby.

You do not have to say anything. Anything
you do say will be taken down in evidence.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

It's in yourown interests that you are not
photographed. Understand?

Yes.

Right, you perverted b*stard,
now is the time to start talking. Right?

Leave him. Leave him.
I trust this man, so just leave him, OK?

I had a niece that age.
It could've been my niece you butcheredl

Leave him for now! That's an order!

You twisted gob shite!

You'll be remanded. You know what that means
forsomeone like you?

Hundreds of blokes like him
all wanting to cut your ba*ls off.

See how brave he is then!

- You've got one chance. Me looking after you.
- If I had my way, I'd turn you over to the families.

I know you're lying. You know you're lying.

- You twisted pervert!
- My advice to you is confess.

What makes you tick? Butchering women?

- You didn'trape them or rob them, you just...
- You've got no chance.

- You sick pervert!
- We've got blood, scratches, witnesses.

What goes on in that festering pit?

I don't know about him. You terrified me.

- Hi. Can I see Judith, please?
- She's in a meeting.

- How long?
- All day.

All day? What's the agenda? Saving the planet?

- Open this door.
- I can't.

- Please!
- Fitz, I can't.

Oh, my God!


Get up, you idle git!

Why?

Do something with your life!

- There's nothing to get up for.
- Lying all day with your hand on your d*ck!

You think I'm listening to you?

I'll go and get a bucket of cold water. I mean it!

- You're a joke!
- A bucket of water!

Do you smoke?

I don't know.

Can you smell it?

Yeah.

Doesn't it make you want to smoke?

No.

- Then you've never smoked.
- Good.

- You think it's a disgusting habit?
- Yeah.

But not as bad as murdering young women?

You play all naive, innocent.
But you're sharp, educated. Am I right?

I can't remember.

- Why did you go into her compartment?
- I can't remember.

- Plenty of space?
- Perhaps.

There was plenty of space elsewhere.
Tha train wasn't full.

Was it because you saw a young girl
on herown, showing a bit of leg?

Yeah.

- You remember?
- No. I'm just agreeing with everything you say.

Amnesia is no defence.

It makes no difference. You still get life.

If I could remember, I'dtell you everything.

- You trust me?
- Yes, of course. You're a policeman.

If you had a lawyer, he'd tell you to cooperate.

I am cooperating.

I'm to chuck razors out of a train?
I'm gonna look a right pillock.

No more than normal. Do it.

- Who took these?
- Me.

I'll see you later.

- Search the train again.
- There's nothing there.

Take it apart. I want the m*rder weapon.

Hiya, Kev. All right?

- Got much for me?
- Not a lot.

My being like this is annoying you, I know.

Butit's destroying me.

Originally Irish, brought up round here.

Spent a year or two in Spain, Italy or Portugal.
Andthe last 10 or 15 years down South.

Is that it?

Listen again.

My being like this is annoying you, I know.

- Butit's dest...

This man is supposed to be a manual labourer.

"My being like this"? Not "me being like this".

"My being like this is annoying you, I know."

That's strictly grammatical.

This man's educated.
He knows how to handle his participles.

Nothing yet, sarge.

Can you just double-check
under neath those seats?

- Have you charged him?
- Not yet, no.

Will you charge him?

As soon as we flnd the m*rder weapon.

And if you don't flnd it?

You'll have to release him.

We still have 24 hours.
We're doing everything possible.

- No more calls, boss.
- Right

Razors Jonesy?

Sorted, boss.

- Yeah? What happened.
- The furthest they travelled was 18 metres.

So search 18 metres either side of the track

Boss, there's 25 miles of track

I know that. Now find the b*stard thing.

Dr Fitzgerald, please.

I'll have a coffee.

Dr Fitzgerald? Bilborough.
I'm sending a car for you.

Hello.

What time do you make it?

Ten past two.

They call me Fitz. What do they call you?

I don't know.

"Bloodthirsty murdering b*stard."

- You remember fllling this in?
- Yes.

Who's the British Prime Minister?

I don't know. I hadto guess.

You guessed wrong. I gave you three choices.

- I'm sorry.
- That's understandable.

The President of the United States?
Three choices. You got it wrong.

- I'm sorry.
- It's understandable. Really.

The leader of the Labour Party? Got it wrong.

The standard rate of income tax? Wrong.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer,
the manager of the England football team,

the authorof Catch 22,
the capital of Sweden, all wrong.

I'm sorry.

You will be.

That is not understandable.

If you close youreyes and stick a pin in,
you'd be bound to get at least two right.

The odds against getting them all wrong
are huge.

You think I did it on purpose?

- Yes.
- I didn't.

Who cares?

Nobody ever loses their memory.

It just gets locked away
like the mad woman in the attic

Occasionally, you hear hers cream,
but you daren't unlock the door and look in.

There's a great sadness in your life.

This crime of yours...
in the grand scheme of things, is nothing.

It's nature. Nature knows men have to penetrate
women or the species dies.

With that at stake, do you think nature cares
how we do it?

Whet her we say please or thank you?
Whet her she's willing? Hm?

Sex crimes - a little of what nature requires,
taken to excess.

m*rder too. Healthy aggression
taken a little to excess.

I'm saying I understand.

Yes?

Yes.

They'll crucify you for it, of course.

Know why?

Because you've gone and done what they've
always wanted to do, deep down in their hearts.

m*rder*d, butchered, r*ped.

They'll look at you andthey'll be looking deep
into theirown hearts and it will terrify them.

They'll crucify you out offear,
not out of decency or justice. Out offear.

I disagree.

You're walking down the corridor on the train,
you go past her compartment.

She's sitting there-
young, beautiful, alone, vulnerable.

Everything a woman should be.

She's reading a book.
She's got her legs crossed.

She's showing an inch, maybe two, of thigh.

Warm, soft, smooth, white thigh.

You pull open the door. Hereyes flicker,
but she doesn't look up from herbook.

You sit opposite her. You look at her.
She can feel you staring at her.

She just stares even harder into herbook,
but you know she's not really reading it.

Her legs start shaking to the rhythm of the train.

You want to put your hand on that soft,
white thigh, just to stop it from shaking.

If you did that, she'd look at you, she'd smile.
She'd know.

She'd just know.

So, you get up, you open the window.

Your legs brush hers. She makes a movement.
She shows a little bit more thigh.

You sit down beside her, closer this time,
and you can smell herper fume.

And the blood's pumping through her throat.

It's making the silver crucifix around her neck
shake and catch the light a little.

She's everything a woman should be.
Alone. Vulnerable.

You say something. She looks up from herbook
and gives you a yes or a no answer,

and goes straight back to the book.

She's dismissed you.

She's dismissed you, the way every woman
has always dismissed you.

You'll show her!

Even the train's urging you on.
k*ll the b*tch, k*ll the b*tch! k*ll the b*tch!

They're all the same, aren't they?

With theirwhite thighs
and their smooth white shoulders and necks.

But underneath it all, they're blood!
And fllth and stench and hair!

Tatty, matted, disfiguring hair!

k*ll the b*tch.

k*ll the b*tch, k*ll the b*tch!
k*ll the b*tch, k*ll the b*tch!

Is that how it was?

Is that how it was?

Is it?

It's you who needs the psychologist.

- We're closed.
- I know. Eddie's expecting me.

- Yeah?
- How are you fixed, Eddie?

No chance, Fitz.

How about cashing a cheque?



Am I speaking Urdu or something?

Hello.

It's me. Don't put it down. Pleasel

What do you want?

I haven't had a drink or a bet for two days.

That's because you haven't got any money.

Have yourtickets ready.

Tickets ready, please.

Tickets, please.

Would you put it out, please, sir?

Ticket, please.

Where did you get on?

Erm... It was...

...that door.

- Could you tell me where you got this number?

You couldn't have done. We're ex-directory.

- Sorry to trouble you.
- It's all right, come in.

How do you think we feel?
Look, I'm putting the phone down.

Would you mind if I had a look round
Jacqui's bedroom?

No. Of course.

Have you got kids?

Then you should know better.

I'm putting the phone down.
Please don't ring again.

- You haven't done anything since...
- No.

It's exactly as it was.

She left all her stuff here.
Safer than at the university.

- Do you mind if I...
- No.

The police have been through it all.
There was nothing there they wanted.

Please, don't!

She pitied me, didn't she?

She loved you.

I'll leave him.

Whan it's all over.

And she's buried.

Why?

It's what she wanted.

I'll leave you, then.

A book. The Bible.

Just ignore him. I have.

[Low volume]

Your bestor your worst personality feature?

Oh, god. It's not something I'd tell anybody.

My best... my best feature.

Sense of humour.

- A colour.
- Red.

- A holiday resort.
- Blackpool.

- A city.
- London.

- Amo, amas, amat.
- Amamus, amatis, amant.

- A sport.
- Rugby.

- A river.
- Tha Thames.

- I knew her.
- What?

Jacqui. I knew her.

Young, beautiful, energetic, intelligent.

Seeing all that in one human being
depresses you, doesn't it?

It brings it home how pathetic you are,
how worthless, how boring, how dead you are.

How unattainable she is.

Makes you want to grab it,
snuff it out, k*ll it, destroy it.

Hm? Is that how you felt?

I understand. Is that how you felt?

I've been there. I've felt that.

- A country.
- Italy.

- A number.
- 211902.

- An animal.
- A dog.

Alpha, beta, gamma, delta.

Epsilon, zeta, eta, theta.

- Who made you?
- God made me.

Why did God make you?

To know him, love him and serve Him in this
world, to be happy with Him forever in the next.

- A writer.
- Dickens.

I know you've got a conscience.

I know that deep down

you're a good man.

I've been to the house twice. Met the parents.

Imagine what you've put them through,
what they've been through.

It's not grief. Grief is a process.

They can't even begin that process,
thanks to you.

It's desolation. Cold, bleak, numb desolation.

The daughter they loved is down in the morgue,

in a refrigerated cupboard.

Let them bury her.

They have to bury her.

People will say: he was a k*ller, he was
a butcher, but he did one decent thing.

He confessed, so they could bury their daughter.

It's the one last decent thing you can do.

Please.

Please.

- Amo, amas, amat?
- It's Latin. "I love, you love, he loves."

The alpha beta stuff?

You learn all that crap at 11. It never leaves you.
Same with the catechism.

He's a Catholic grammar-school boy,
same as me. God help him.

It's not a bank or national insurance number.
We're still checking out phone numbers.



Childhood.

Army number?

Army, Navy and RAF. Get onto them.

- Go public
- No.

- An appeal from the grieving mother.
- No.

Go publicwith "Does anybody recognise him?"

Are you serious?
The ID evidence wouldn't be worth a carrot.

You wouldn't need it.
Prove to him he did it, and he'll confess.

- You believe that?
- Yes.

Then you're a pillock.

- I think he might be innocent.
- What?

You didn't even consider that.

You've got a suspect,
so you're concentrating on proving he did it.

You could prove he didn't do it, but then what?
Classic policing error!

Piss off back to your clinicl

He's never worn a watch.

You ask him the time, he doesn't look like that.
He looks at the wall.

I noticed it when I met him.

Three weeks of glorious sunshine
and no white mark on his wrist.

So?

The Sweeney takes trains all the time!
People who take trains weara watch.

And that's it? That proves he's innoceht?

It proves that he could be.

Go back to your clinic, Fitz.



Yeah.





Check the Co-op records. And find the parents!

That's a wonderful idea.

Just through here, then.

- Morning, gentlemen.
- Morning.

Rudy. Thank you.

- She's beautiful, isn't she?
- She was.

Is.

I'll show you what it did.

There's a bonus to this job,
I keep telling my mother. A belief in God.

Bacteria toiling away in their own little organs...

with no idea of the body as a whole.

For them...

...only the heart exists

or the liver, or the spleen.

The organs themselves,

throbbing away...

convinced that this body they are in
is the entire universe.

Andthen one day, a knife, a cut...

and they see with blinding light
the world outside the body.

Bin. Thank you.

He's gone right through the trachea
and the cartilage.

Totally severed the carotid artery.
Death in seconds.

He's done it from behind,
cutting from left to right, so he's right-handed.

Wounds to the breasts. Some are from behind.
She must have been alive at the time.

Alive and standing.

See the damage to the hands?

She's put them up to protect herself
and he's hacked away at them.

Then there's the body, the way it's put together.
The intricacy, the genius.

No accident this.
It's the work of an Almighty God.

- No?
- No.

She was dead when he shaved her pubic hair.

Not so much as a nick.

Tender loving care.

Two blades.

- We're trying to trace a man named Kelly.
- Why?

Just routine.

- Thomas. He disappeared.
- When was this?

Oh, years ago. The Seventies.

That could be him, yeah.

- Do you know where he weht?
- I could guess!

- Holland, then Rome.
- So they said.

Take no notice of her.
She thinks the worst of everybody.

- He went to be a priest.
- He got put away. That's what happened.

He did not get put away, you evil-minded...

- Ask anyone. He had a slate loose.
- He was a bit of a Ioner, eccentric

He was round the bloody twist!

After he went they never talked about him,
never even mentioned him once.

You don't act that way
If your son's gone to be a priest.

Who asked you to stick your oar in,
you nosy cow?

You wouldn't be talking like this
If they were alive!

Just keep your evil mouth shut! OK?

Does it mean anything to you?

d And preach thee, too, as love knows how

d By kindly words and...

Is this familiar to you?

Yeah.

d... faith of our fathers, holy faith

d We will be true to thee till death

d We will be true to thee till death

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen.

Tha grace of our Lord Jesus...

What is it?

It's in English.

It's been in English forover 20 years.

...to celebrate the sacred mysteries,
let us call to mind our sins.

I confess to Almighty God and to you,
my brothers and sisters...

We've heard from the seminary in Rome.

Thomas Francis Kelly went there in 1974
and left in 1976.

"Doubts about his mental stability."

Tha problem is, there's no national insurance
number for a Thomas Francis Kelly,

there is no police record,
he's never owned a vehicle

and, as far as we can tell,
he's never been in a mental institution.

Has anyone actually identified the suspect
as Thomas Francis Kelly?

- No, sir.
- Well?

We haven't got enough to charge him,
and we can't hold him,

but he has agreed
to go into Fitz's care voluntarily.

- Anything else?
- Yes.

It's asking a lot, I know.

But i'd like you to make a televised appeal
for information.

I'll do it.

- I'd like you both to do it, if possible.
- She's not up to it.

That's the point.

Isn't it?

I'll do it.

If I can bury my daughter.

There are certain legal difficulties...

I don't care about that.

I can only take one step at a time.

The flrst step is to bury my child.

You need permission from the coroner.

The accused has a right
to an indipendent postmortem.

You mean, I've got to ask his permission?

Yes.

Get Mrs Appleby a glass of water, will you?

This is a copy of the Mental Health Act.
I suggest you read it.

Don't take it out on us!

What?

Your boss treats you like a skivvy.
Don't take it out on us.

- I need directions.
- About here's flne.

- Where are you going?
- The dogs.

- How many brothers have you got?
- This man was released into your care...

He was not. He placed himself in my care
voluntarily.

I'd say four. Am I right?

Three. You're not going in there!

No other sisters, though.
You're the only girl, right?

You'll lose him.
First chance he gets, he'll do a bunk.

I'll take that chance.
But you are the only girl. Am I right?

- Right.
- That explains everything.

What? What does it explain?

The chip on the shoulder.

Constant need to assert yourself.

p*nis envy.

The boys outside playing football
and you're indoors ironing.

Resentful, angry. A classiccase. p*nis envy.

Freud. Clement, not Sigmund.

Bye!

Trap 2-Mal Boy

Firecracker. Trap 4...

Come on! Come on, numberthree!

No, no, he's on the inside!

Come on, you bugger!

He's coming up on the outside!
Fantastic! Come on, you lazy thing! Move it!

Yes! Get up there, you bugger!

Jesus flaming Christ!

Please, please stop! I know you!

Please! Please!

I won't hurt youl

Please!

Who am I?

DCI Bilborough, please. Quick, yeah.

It's Fitz. Fitz!

The police would like any information,
no matter how trivial you think it is.

Do you know anybody who was away from
home on the day Patricia Garth was m*rder*d?

Monday May 3rd,

and the day my daughter was m*rder*d,
Tuesday June 8th?

Have you everfelt threatened by a man
in a railway station or on a train?

If so, please phone 061-8354567.

This man's clothing must have been
heavily bloodstained.

Both Patricia and my daughter put up a fight,
so it could have been torn, too.

Does that mean anything to anybody?

Monday May 3rd and Tuesday June 8th.

A man with torn, bloodstained clothing.

If so, please,

please contact the police.

This man could be highly dangerous

Finally, do you know this man?
Police are anxious to trace his whereabouts.

It's possible he's known as
Thomas Francis Kelly.

Police think he comes from the Northwest.
He has spent some time abroad.

For 1 or 15 years,
he's lived in the South of England...

- Good night.
- Good night.

...phone 061-8354567...

Good night.

We'll give you that number again
in an update following the news.

As always, a reminder that violent crime
really is a rare occurrence.

Tha chance of becoming involved
in the type of crime we've...

TV: Please, sleep well, don't have nightmares.

- How many calls so far?
- Calls or leads?

- Leads.
- 63.

I reckon on 100 by the end of the night.

Yes, madam.

Could you hold the line a second,
please, madam?

Trace. Trace line 48, please.

I've got his wife on the line.

That was nice and quick.

Only 35 people in the queue!

Want one?

No, thank you.

- Why do you drink so much?
- I like it.

And smoke so much?

I like it.

- And you gamble, as well.
- Yes. I like it!

What is it, this sadness, this void in your life?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. "This void in my life"?

In my life?

When I meet my wife, mine will be fulfilled.

You really think that, do you?

Cherryhill Farm.

That's what they said.

Mean anything to you?

I'll remember it when I get there.

How long have you been married for,
did they say?





Yeah. Why? What are you thinking?

Nothing.

It is Mr Kelly, isn't it?

I'm sorry.

She saw your picture in the paper.
Took a shine to you.

Women, eh?

Suppose we'd shown your face on the telly

and just come right out with it:
"This man is suspected of m*rder."

They'd all have fallen for you, not just the one.
They'd phone in their droves.

- Can I have some more?
- Sure.

"Dirty Den." Mean anything to you?

East Enders?

No.

Well, I had this idea.

A soap opera and all the actors-
not the characters, mind you -

all the actors are convicted murderers.


no problem.

All drooling at the mouth.

Women, eh?

I'm sure she'll come back to you.

d And you sing

d Laura

d On a train that is passing through

d Those eyes

d How familiar they seem

d She gave

d Hervery flrst kiss to you

d That was Laura...

DCI Bilborough, please.

- Who's speaking?
- I can't give you my name.

One moment, please.

Soryy, sir, DCI Bilborough's busy at
the moment Would you like someone else?

- I know who Sweeney is.
- Just a moment, please, sir.

Bilborough.

- He gave a false statemeht?
- Yes, boss.

- Well, go round again, embarrass him a bit.
- Right.

I'm sorry.

I'm a Catholic priest.
This has got to be confidential.

Of course, sir.

Two months ago, a man came to me
and confessed to the m*rder of Astrid Reynolds.

Who was this man, sir?

I'm no crank. I don't know his name,
but I'm looking at his picture in the paper.

Which paper, sir?

Evening News, page four,
a middle-aged man, a missing person.

You're sure about this, sir?

It's got to be confidential.
I heard all this in confession.

Where is Astrid now, sir?

- Promise me it's confidential.
- It's confidential.

At the bottom of Clayton Wharf.

You say you knew about this two months ago?

Yes.

It's local.

I'm putting the phone down.

I've promised you confidentiality.
Why did you wait this long?

- Are you a Catholic?
- No, sir.

Then you wouldn't understand.

You explain, I'll try to understand.

He's k*lled again, hasn't he? In the same way.

Possibly, yes.

- God forgive me.
- Platform 14...

Platform 14.

Platform 14,
the 16:39 service to Blackburn.

Platform 14, the 16:39 service to Blackburn.

Over here!

- What do you think?
- Female. 20, 25.

- Been dead about two months.
- Sweeney?

Probably. I'll tell you more tomorrow.

Let the parents know we've found a body.
Take Penhaligon with you.

Get roundto Fitz's. Bring that b*stard in.

When's it gonna be ready?

Well?

They asked me to k*ll the chicken.

I put a sack over it.

- Who's "they"?
- It was struggling.

Who's "they"?

I don't know.

I brought the axe down through its neck,
through the sack.

It twitched.

Pulsed.

With every pulse, the stain spread.

Blood.

I held it down, dying, pulsing, throbbing.

It's the police.

Will you tell them?

It'll be better for them lfit comes from you.

Mr Reynolds? DS Penhaligon,
DS Beck from Anson Road police station.

May we come in, please?

Thanks.

I'm terribly sorry, we have bad news.

We found a body
and we think it's yourdaughter.

I'm sorry.

- Hello.
- Stand up.

I've reason to believe you're concealing drugs
on your person. May I have them, please?

If you confess to a more serious matter,
I probably won't bother looking forthem.

You twisted pervert!

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I'm not being too subtle, am I?

I must see him again!

I'm sorry, Fitz. You're wrong about him.

You've been wrong all the way. You're out.

I'll scream.

I'm not after your body, Panhandle.

I want a list of suspects, 35 to 45,
who are single and Catholic

I want a car.
I want you as my driver, because I need your ID.

- Five, four, three...
- You're on it anywayl You'll catch the k*ller!

You'll get brownie points!

Argh!

- Aaaah!
- Your boss is wrong.

I know he's wrong, you know he's wrong.
Please do this for me.

- Aaaah!
- I'll repay you. I will repay you.

I need...

Please, I need this.

Why?

Just testing.

Multiple orgasms.

He's k*lled again, hasn't he? In the same way.

Possibly, yes.

God forgive me.

So?

Are you a Catholic?

I think so.

Do you think a priest would lie?

Could you answer rather than shake your head?
Do you think a priest would lie?

No.

Than you did it You k*lled those girls.

Could you answer rather than nod your head?

You k*lled those girls.

It appears so.

You k*ll her, she's reported missing.
Nobody knows she's dead except you.

You get a buzz out of that.
But that buzz wears off.

You want her found,
you want it all over the papers.

Next time you leave her where she drops.
Third time, an even bigger buzz.

You do it on a moving train, people all around.

What next?

How do you top that?

Do it on stage, sell tickets?

I want to confess.

We're listening.

To a priest.

No.

I wanted you to find another body.

I wanted to prove to myself, to you as well,
but mainly to myself,

that I couldn't have done these things.

If another girl died and you were watching me...

you'd know I couldn't possibly
have done these things.

And that would be it, the proof needed.

And then I reali sed what I was praying for,

for another human being to die.

So I could be at peace.

And now it's happened.

And another family...

And it proves nothing.



Midsummer Blue.

What's this?

It's a bet. Or have I walked into the butcher's
by mistake?

I'm not taking this.

- What?
- L200 after the off. What is this?

- It's nothingl
- It's not on.

- You've taken more. What is this?
- Not after the off!

It's a flve-furlong racel

Call your self a bookie
and you turn back a lousy L200

I will take anything, if you just give me
a bit oftime. That's all I ask, a bit oftime.

That's life.

Well, thank you, Esther!

What we'll do fit's touch and go on who's flrst,
then we'll bung you a flve reach.

Otherwise, I can't afford it.

Hold on.

Mum's been.

I can still smell the sulphur.

There's a copper here to see you.

Right, so that's what we'll do.

You've got me for one week.

I had pleurisy once. For two.

Drink?

No.

- Why did you change your mind?
- A woman's privilege.

Oh!

Right, no sex. Strictly platonic

Keep your hands to yourself.
It's gonna be hard; there's nothing I can do. OK?

Just hands off!

I'll try.

- I thought he was off the case.
- You thought wrong.

- If the boss flnds out...
- I'll carry the can, OK?

In there.

- Hello.
- Hello.

You did it.

I won't bore you with the details.

Sufflce to say, the k*ller is Catholic, late 30s,
single and clean-shaven.

How do I know he's clean-shaven?

He shaves himself with the razor
he's just used on his victim.

Look at her.

Look at her!

What do you see? A victim?

Some women out there just ask for it.
She's one of them. A victim. Am I right?

Please stop this.

You can read her like a book.

The childhood, the petit bourgeois parents
in an area they couldn't afford.

Few friends except other girls
who couldn't make friends.

Huddled together for comfort, bitchy, bitter...

Please stop this!

Sitting with her rejects, watching the others.

They always seemed to have more fun.
They didn't seem to feel the cold.

They got offered parts in the school play.
She didn't.

They got the boys.
She didn't, except for that one night.

That first time.

The girl he really fancied wasn't there,
but he thought he'd make do,

tried to slope off quickly, didn't want to be seen.

Was it behind the bike sheds?

A knee-trembler up some alley, perhaps?
Over in seconds, cold, unsatisfying.

Straight home into a hot bath,

but, oh, the next day,
the looks, the sniggers, the remarks.

Everybody knew, the whole school knew!

That's what life's like if you're a bloody victim,
isn't it?

Ah. Big mistake.

That's just what you were looking for.
A sign of vulnerability.

You'll strike now. You'll k*ll now, won't you?
Huh?

Stop this.

It's your mission in life, women like that.
Acting tough, in control, treating you like dirtl

You'll show he rwhat's what, won't you?

You'll put her in her placel

You can read her like a book. She's not tough!
You'll put her in herplace for keeps!

Stop this!

You're a k*ller.

Your picture's been in the newspapers, on TV.
Nobody's identified you.

You're nearly 40 years old
and nobody knows you.

Is that credible? I think notl

There's only one explanation
why people haven't come forward.

You are a k*ller and they know it.
They're terrified to come forward!

You k*ll, but you don'trape.

You can't r*pe, so you k*ll.
For you, that's penetration.

Sex is disgusting, women are disgusting.
Better to k*ll than to penetrate.

More moral to k*ll than to penetrate.
You want to k*ll now, don't you?

I know what's going on in there!

You want to k*ll, k*ll, k*ll, k*ll!

He told me that he'd only ever loved two women,
his mother and the Virgin Mary.

He... seemed calm.

I asked him, did he want a cup of tea.

Whan I got back, he'd gone.

Anything else?

I didn't do it.

I know.

But I know.

I know now.

- Married?
- Single.

- Ahything else?
- Catholic

Two, travelling on business.
Michael Hennessy, Peter Fredrickson.

I had to do that.

I had to do it!

If he didn't do it, how do you explain
the phone call from the priest?

It wasn't a priest.
He broke the seal of the confession.

That's Number 1 in the top 20 of sins,
above buggering the Pope.

He's our k*ller. He knew Astrid Reynolds
was in the canal because he put hertherel

Why?

He thought Kelly was dead,
shoved from a train doing 60,

then suddenly he was alive,
his picture in the paper.

- Would you slow down, please?
- Frightened?

- Yes.
- Big mistake.

Never admit you're frightened.

- Tell me more.
- He's not married.

This is no Yorkshire Ripperchasing prostit*tes.
This guy idolises women.

Statues, sculptures, Venus de Milo, Virgin Mary,
that sort ofthing.

White, hairless and smooth,
hairless being the most important.

Pubic hairshatters all this, so he shaves them.

If you don't slow down, I'll grab the wheel.

There are men who are victims, Fitz,
and you're one ofthem. Right?

Why the hair?

At school he was probably either the flrst
or the last to grow it himself.

I would guess the flrst.
This is where his neurosis comes from.

He saw it grow in himself and not in others
and thought it was God's punishment.

If I'm right, he was born in August
or September, so he's the oldest...

OK, can we stop now, please?

Mr Hennessy.

- Mr Michael Hennessy?
- John. Michael's my son.

- Could we speak to him, please?
- He's out.

- Police. May we come in?
- No.

We're investigating a m*rder.
May we come in?

Right.

- About that girl on the train, is it?
- Yes.

Michael made a statement.

This is just routine.

Had a bit of a late night.

- Where is Michael?
- He's at work.

What does your son do?

He's a health inspector. He goes round hotels
and he rates them, good, bad, indifferent.

- Travels around a lot?
- Oh, yeahl

- Do you want some tea?
- No, thanks.

No, thanks.

Promiscuous.

- What?
- Five across.

Oh! I don't do 'em.

- Michael's, is it?
- Yeah.

- Want a drink?
- Don't mind if I do.

- How about her?
- I doubt it.

Erm...

'Ere, want a drink?

No, thanks. Your wife's not in?

My wife died a year ago.

I'm sorry.

Do you know where Michael was
on Monday, May 3rd?

I don't know where I was on May 3rdl

I don't know where I was last night!

It was the night Patricia Garth was m*rder*d
at Oxenholme station. Do you remember that?

No.

They thought they'd have to pull the match.

United against Spurs. It was live on telly.

Right. Yes.

- Did you watch it?
- Yeah.

Well, that's all we need to know.

- Is that Michael and his mother?
- Yeah.

- You don't go out much since...
- No.

Can I use your bathroom?

It's upstairs, yeah.

Cut-throat razors and a phoney alibi.

Phoney?

Claims he saw the game live. He couldn't have.
He's not got a satellite dish.

He's catching the 15:20 to Leeds.



- Control to Oscar Three.
- Oscar Three receiving.

What the hell are you playing at?

Fitz is off the case. You let a member
of the public interview a m*rder suspect! Over.

You've already spoken to the m*rder*r,
you prick!

The guy who phoned you was the m*rder*r!
Think it over.

Over.

Sergeant Penhaligon,
I want you back here right now!

Can hardly hear a word, sir. Fault on the radio.

I'm on my way to intercept the 15:20
Manchester to Leeds train. Request assistance.

You'll neverget into the Masons now.

British Raill

- Pardon?
- Ten minutes late!

Would you like a sherbet lemon?

No.

I'm too tired, I'm too tired.

I'm too tired, I'm too tired.

I'm too tired.

I'm too tired. I'm too tired, I'm too tired.

I'm too tired, I'm too tired.

That is so oh... that is so oh...

That is so oh... that is so oh... that is so oh...

Yes, yes, yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Bingo!

It's OK. You're OK!

You are Lobby Lud, and I claim the reward!

- There's a train coming!
- What?

I can't hear you, a train's coming!

It's on this line!

Let go of me, you maniac!

All the way with LBJI

What's the matter?

These two guys will look after you.
Just take a statement.

Look after her, make sure she's all right.

- Well done.
- Thanks.

You didn't even know your parents were dead?

No.

The Falklands, the Gulf, the Berlin Wall,
Gazza's belly, all means nothing to you?

You should have stayed in your ivory tower.

Ifl'd have acted differently, she'd still be alive.

That's what you're thinking.

Why are you going back?

I had doubts about my vocation.

I left the monastery to see the world outside.

I've seen it now. And you can keep it

Can we stop here, please?

- Bye.
- Bye-bye.

If you wanted to get yourself banged up for life,
do a bank job. Do something to deserve it.

I belong in here.

I'll pray for you, Fitz.

Fancy a quick one? I'm talking alcohol, not sex

You must be bloody joking.

- Do you get much?
- Tell me about your wife.

- Ever cop off uniform?
- What made her leave you?

Know why a uniform turns a woman on?
It reeks of death, the finest aphrodisiac.

What made her leave you? Gambling? Drink?

Tha fact that you're an arrogant,
misogynistic slob?

Flatterer!

There's a pub on the right

- Take a right
- No! Why did she leave?

- Just turn right, will you?
- No. Why did she leave?