01x06 - Men Should Weep

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You're depressed? Yes.

How depressed? Very.

- Suicidal?
- Yes.

- The shame of being caught?
- Yes.

Yeah.

The goods are laid out like
that in order to tempt you.

You've been tempted beyond

endurance, which is
exactly what they want.

There's no shame in that whatsoever.

- What supermarket
was this? Valubuy's.

Did they call the police? Yes.

- Do you mind me asking
how old you are? 78.

It's not you, is it, Mum? No.

Are there any shoplifters listening?

Here's a woman of 78 almost driven
to suicide by Valubuy's supermarket.

Get down there. All
shoplifters. Calling all shoplifters!

- Get down to Valubuy's and clean
them out. Fitz, that's enough.

And even if you're not a shoplifter,

why not become one for just one day?

Think about it.

You'll get caught. How?

Someone'll tell on you.

- I've been doing it for months, Mum.
- Sooner or later, someone'll tell.

- Why?
- Because that's the way people are.

- It's only a few hours
taxiing, that's all.

I'm trying to listen to this.

You can't work and
claim social security.

- So, I stop signing on, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Don't be ridiculous.
- It's got nothing to do with you.

If he doesn't claim the
soshe, what happens to it?

I'm trying to listen to this.

It stays down in London, that's what.

Is right, see.
- It's stealing.

For God's sake, Mother,
loads of people do it.

Is that Trish?
- Yeah.

Good night.

We've been together
three months, Floyd.

Yeah?

So...

So what?

- Come up.
- We're OK here.

What's wrong?

Floyd?

You wouldn't like me naked.

Why not?

You think I'd laugh at you?

Not laugh.

No.

- Can you dance?
- Eh?

- Can you dance?
- Can I dance?

I taught Saint Vitus.

Oh, my God.

Hello, Fitz.

I thought you were staying in tonight.

Thank you.

Fitz, this is Peter.

Can you do this?

Just walk.

- How old do you think I am?
- Late forties.

Bang goes your tip.

That's one bad joke. I don't
know why I'm laughing at it.

Have you heard this? This fella
gets his nudger cut off by his wife.

So he goes to the hospital for a

transplant and they
offer him this 4" one.

And he goes, "No good
to me, that, you know. "

All right, Floyd?

- Not much doing?
- No.

So they offer him a 6" one. And he

goes, "Haven't you got
any bigger than that?"

So they show him the 12"
ones. And he goes er...

- What were you talking about?
- What d'you mean?

I came up, you stopped talking. Why?

No reason in particular.

So he goes, "That's much better,
but haven't you got any in white?"

- Catherine, isn't it?
- Yes.

I'm not gonna hurt you, Catherine.

I know you're frightened, but
honest, I'm not gonna hurt you.

If you don't struggle, Catherine,

if you don't struggle,
Catherine, you'll enjoy this.

Promise me, Catherine,
that you won't struggle

and I promise you
that you'll enjoy this.

- Is that a deal, Catherine?
- Yes.

Is that a deal?

Put this on.

Put this on your head, Catherine.

Lie down.

Lie down!

Are you OK, Catherine?

Catherine...

Is Tom good to you?

What?

Is he good to you?

Is he the jealous type?

If I was married to you, Catherine...

...I wouldn't let you out of my sight.

♪ When you're in love
with a beautiful woman

♪ You watch her eyes

♪ When you're in love
with a beautiful woman

♪ You watch her eyes

♪ Everybody wants her

♪ Everybody loves her

♪ Everybody wants to
take your woman home

- It's good to get the sex
out of the way, isn't it?

Yes.

Sorry?

I said yes.

Was it too fast for you,
Catherine? Over too soon?

No.

Is it Catherine or Cathy?

- Catherine.
- Catherine, hm.

You know, when we lived
in caves, Catherine,

we were vulnerable during sex.

Take too long and there'd
be a tiger at your throat.

Do it quick, and you'd
live to do it again.

Have you ever thought of it like that?

No.

Do you fancy a swim?

Police.

There's been another r*pe.

I brought you some mints. You
don't want to be smelling of whisky.

Right. Thanks.

And when I get the chance,
I'd like to explain.

There's nothing to explain.

Did the earth move?


those Krauts are accurate.

There's a possibility that
this man has r*ped twice before.

Dr Fitzgerald's
helping us to catch him.

But if you'd prefer
it, he'll wait outside.

That's fine.

Right.

Did he wear a mask?

Did he put a hood over your head?

Yes.

Was there anything else?

Sometimes when somebody's
r*ped, things happen.

Things that are very
difficult to talk about.

Was there something like that?

He combed my hair.

Not here.

After he finished, he combed my hair.

- Has he done that before?
- Yes.

- We'd like you to take
some tests. Is that OK?

What?

- It's just a precaution.
- You mean A*DS?

There's no evidence he's got it.

- Were the other two women clear?
- Yes. After the first tests.

Would you like to phone your husband?

Um...

Would you like to tell him in person?

I can't.

The thing is, he'll need to
bring you some more clothes,

because we have to
examine what you were wearing.

Would you like me to phone him?

He'll be at work.

Yes?

Why, what's happened?

I'll k*ll the b*stard!

OK, have you all got your lists?

Bobby, just shut up a minute, will you?

Right, have you all got your lists?

OK, now we're inviting
all these guys in, OK?

Cos they're all perverts. And
they're perverts with previous.

So no-one's gonna complain if
you lean on them. Understand me?

Aaagh! Get off me!

If you've got a minute, sir, we'd
like you to pop down to the station.

I've done nothing. I'll come
with you, but I've done nothing.

I've never been out
of the frigging house.

- Argh!
- Mind you don't bump your head. Get in.

- Mrs Malcolm? Is Floyd in?
- What?

He's in bed! He's done nothing!

He was in all night!

- Which room?
- Up there.

- Why didn't you say so?
- He's done nothing wrong.

My sors done nothing wrong!
He's been in there all night!

Floyd Malcolm? Floyd Malcolm?

- Yeah?
- Get dressed, lad.

- Who are you?
- Michael Aspel. Get your kit on.

Do you know why we brought you in?

You think I r*ped a woman in 1989.

- Well, didn't you?
- No.

I was sent down for it.

But I've never r*ped
no-one in me lifetime.

- So can I go now, please?
- Where were you last night?

Driving the cab.

I finished about eight.

I went home and I stayed home.

Me mum, me brother and me sister

- three people, right?
They'll back that up.

Can I go now?

Please?

Look...

I don't need to r*pe.

The old ones are always the best.

I drive a cab.

I pick up women full of
booze. I get plenty of offers.

I don't need to r*pe.

Please let me go.

OK. Go on, you can go.

White women get r*ped by white men.

Believe it or not, Jimmy, the big black

guy lurking in the
alleyway, it's a myth.

- He's signing on.
- Yeah, I know.

We should tell the
soshe. He drives a cab.

For Christ's sake, Jimmy, get real.

What do you get out of it?

I don't touch women.

It was a 12-year-old
boy the last time.

I just like to look at them.

My mother will be worried about me.

I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you
a few questions about what happened.

Did penetration take place?

Yes.

- Vaginal?
- Yes.

Rectal?

No.

Oral?

No.

Did he use a condom? What?

Some do.

No, he didn't.

Did he ej*cul*te?

Yes.

Thank you.

It's so much easier when
the victim's educated.

I'm just going to take some blood now.

You owe it to yourself to
help catch this man, Catherine.

- That man's a threat to us all.
- You know it all by heart, don't you?

I do, yes. I'm sorry.

- Mr Carter?
- Yeah.

Dr Fitzgerald.

So, he combed your hahr to
get rhd of strands of hhs own.

He dragged you hnto the pool to
destroy traces of hhs semen.

This guy knows police
procedure inside out.

He's done it before
and he's been caught.

He's learned the hard way to
destroy all the evidence he can.

He's done ht before?

Twice before. This is the third time.

What are you playing at, for God's
sake, eh? He's r*ped three times.

Tom, they're only trying to help.

- He's got a record
and you can't catch him.

If it was your wife, you'd catch
him, I'm bloody sure of that!

Excuse me.

You say he used your name?

Yeah.

- Can I come in?
- What about Fidel?

His name's Peter.

- Oh, the Peter?
- Yes.

Please let me come in and explain.

OK.

What do you want me to say to hhm?

"I've met a mhddle-aged, marrhed man,

slept with him a couple of
times while his wife was away,

so I'm sorry, Peter, four years
of friendship's down the Swanee"?

Did you sleep with him?

Ignore that. Sorry, that came
from down here. Engage the brain.

It's your body to do with
exactly as you wish. What

right have I got to ask
a question like that?

If Judith came back, I might
well do exactly the same thing.

No, sorry, it's not working. The
green-eyed monster's growling.

Ignore the sodding brain.

Dhd you sleep whth that man?

That's my business.

So you did sleep with him.

If that's what you want to think, fine.

Three straight A's,
no doubt. He's young,

fit. You've had four years' practice.

But for God's sake, Panandle, did it
have to be somebody so bloody perfect?

Couldn't he have had just a hint
of a pot belly or something?

He spoke to me. He didn't utter one
intelligible word, but he spoke to me.

He sahd, "You're a dhrty old
man, Fhtz, the grave beckonng,

trying to get your hands one last
time on some firm young flesh. "

I know that's not true.

Can I stay?

I'll get an E for effort, no doubt.

How is she?

Er... So-so.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Where dhd you come? Sorry?

Oldest? Youngest? Smack
bang hn the mhddle.

Do you resent that? Yes.

The mhddle chhld's neglected, yes? Yes.

Your two older brothers bully you...

James Molloy? Yes.

DS Beck, DC Harrhman.

You're a caretaker here, Mr Molloy?

No, I'm a cleaner.

You've been convhcted
of hndecent as*ault,

and last night in this building, where
you work, Mr Molloy, a woman was r*ped.

- Now, is that just coincidence?
- Yes.

- He didn't do it.
- Would you like to come to the station?

I'm not going anywhere.

- Where were you last night?
- At home.

We knocked on your
door and got no answer.

I was in all night, watching telly.

What did you watch?

- Do you have a girlfriend, James?
- Answer my questions, Mr Molloy.

- What did you watch?
- EastEnders.

It wasn't on.

Have you ever had a girlfriend, James?

No. I meant Coronation Street.

- And after that?
- I went out.

- You said you stayed in all night.
- Till about nine o'clock.

- That's hardly all
night. Where did you go?

The pub.

- Which one?
- The Admiral.

The man we're looking for forms
a relationship with his victims.

- Is that your local?
- Yes.

- You're well known there?
- Yes.

- So, they'll back this up?
- Anybody home?

- So they'll back this up, Mr Molloy?
- I don't know.

James Molloy? Yeah.

- The cleaner?
- That's right.

I thought it was someone younger.

Why?

What?

Why did you think he was younger?

I just did.

What led you to him?

He's just answering a few questions.

Yeah, but why is he answering a
few questions? What led you to him?

- I can't tell you that.
- He's done it before?

- I can't tell you that.
- He has, hasn't he?

Could it have been Molloy?

I don't know, he wore a mask.

- But he spoke, didn't he?
- Yeah, but I didn't see him.

Could it have been his voice? Could
it have been Molloy's voice?

Yeah. Yeah, could've been.

This guy talks to his victims

incessantly. He tries
to form a relationship.

So he's had broken
relationships in the past.

He lied. Nobody saw him down the pub.

Innocent men don't lie. You only
lie if you've got something to hide.

Look, he's been hurt, right?

The women he r*pes
are either women he's

used to or the sort
he aspires to, right?

Whereas James
- don't take this

personally
- aspires to nothing and nobody.

The mars a nonentity. This man
gets letters from Reader's Digest

saying that he has not
been included in their draw.

Besides, the man we're looking
for can swim. Whereas...

...I'll bet you 20
quid the bugger drowns.

Get a lifeguard!

- Sorry, James. A bit
of medieval justice.

If you drown, you're
innocent. If you swim, you're guilty.

- It's a bit catch-22, really,
isn't it? - Get him out!

- Come on, James, do something! Swim!
- If this guy drowns, it's down to you!

- I'm not carrying the
can if this guy drowns!

- I've got 20 quid
riding on this! Swim!

Swim! Swim!

Swim, man! Swim!

We were wrong about Molloy. I'm sorry.

- You've let him go?
- Yeah.

- Can I come in a minute?
- Yeah.

You will enjoy every
moment, I assure you.

Do you want me to tell Mum?

About her.

No!

But you're doing this to
make Mum jealous, aren't you?

She can't be jealous
if she doesn't know.

It's not about making
your mother jealous.

Do you want Mum back?

- Most of the time, yeah.
- Well, so do I.

But if she comes back
and finds Boadicea

here, she's gonna get
off again, isn't she?

I mean, he tried to be nce.

Just talked to me for ages.

He asked me about Tom.

Asked me if he was the jealous type.

Like he was talking to
some friend, you know.

Using my name all the
time. Catherine this and...

He was um...

He said he was good, and if I
didn't struggle, I'd enjoy it.

- We could leave it there for now.
- No, I want to carry on.

You see...

...I don't think he thought
he'd r*ped me at all.

In his mind it wasn't r*pe.

Have your circumstances changed since
your last interview, Mr Malcolm?

My bowels have improved a little bit.

Have you done any work
over the last two weeks?

Yeah, man. Understudied
for Arnie Schwarzenegger.

Next week, I'm the Milky Bar Kid.

- Where were you born, Mr Malcolm?
- I born ar raised in Liverpool.

You speak with a Jamaican accent.

Me family from Jamaica.

- I'm afraid we'll need
to see your passport.

Me don't have a passport.

And I'm going to have to terminate
this interview until you've...

- Me don't have a
passport! I need my money!

Would you like to see a supervisor?

I've seen them on Crimewatch.

I've always thought
they don't do any good

just titillate the audience.

A reconstruction can
jog someone's memory.

- Can I be there?
- I don't want you there.

- You're not up to it.
- It was three months ago.

It's about time I started
doing things on my own.

- That's OK?
- Whatever you want.

When?

Tomorrow?

- Right.
- Great.

So, listen. She's about 80 and
she walks into the police station.

Hey, are you listening?

She's about 80-odd years of
age and she walks into the station.

She had a few ginger whiskers...

She had a few ginger whiskers, and
more mascara than Julian Clary.

And her lipstick looked as
though she'd been drinking Ribena.

She said, "Excuse me,
officer. I've been r*ped. "

I said, "I'm sorry,
madam. When did this happen?"

She said, "61 years ago. "

I said, "I can't charge anyone
with this if it was 61 years ago!"

She said, "No, I don't
want you to charge

anyone, I just want to talk about it. "

Can I ask you something?

How come... how come he gets
two drinks and we only get one?

There's more of him.

- No, I think it indicates
something. It certainly does.

- You're soft for buying me
them. Scunthorpe! Scunthorpe!

I think it indicates that you
think you're something special.

Jhmmy, leave it out, will you?

Virginia Bottomley. There's
something about that name.

It makes you want to put her over
your knee and give her a good spanking.

You're twisted and you're a pervert,

and you'll make a
bloody good policeman.

Do you think he's dead?

Most r*pe victims don't
even bother reporting it.

- Why do they let themselves be r*ped?
- Jimmy, they don't let themselves.

- Bollocks.
- No way.

It's violence or the
threat of violence.

Bollocks. You can't
thread a moving needle.

- What?
- You can't thread a moving needle.

- They let themselves be
r*ped. Shall I say why?

Yeah, please do.

- Because subconsciously they want it.
- Bollocks, Jimmy.

Do you fantasise about r*pe?

If she does, it doesn't
include violence.

- Stay out of this. Do
you? You're on my pitch here.

I couldn't give a sh*t. Do
you fantasise about r*pe?

It has nothing to do with violence.

Do you fantasise about r*pe?

Sometimes... yes, I do.

Excuse me.

Had a smell of the barman's
apron, have we, Jim?

I just wanted her to
answer the question.

Are you all right?

- Do you think he
should be on this case?

Jimmy Beck?

Couldn't we find someone more
sensitive? Attila the Hun

someone like that.

- You'd go off the
case before Beck, love.

Thank you, sir.

- Go back and have a
drink with your mates.

I'm really not in the mood.

Them lads in there are your mates.

Forget the feminists and hairy-arsed

lesbians. Go and have
a drink with your mates.

OK.

Molloy's in hospital, sir.

Poor, pathetic b*stard.

- Mr Carter?
- Yeah?

If it was up to me, I'd give you
a medal. But it's not up to me.

So, would you mind
coming to the station?

Anyone handy for Robins,
Flat 27, Belle Vale?

Yeah. 43. I'm five minutes away.

Anyone else close to Belle Vale?

I want this one, Mike.
I'll be there in two. Right?

OK, 43.

The police station, Anson Road.

What are you going there for?

A reconstruction.

Oh. What of?

- I'd sooner not talk about it.
- Right.

- I'm Floyd.
- Helen.

Are you OK, Helen?

I'm sorry? Can you
say that again, please?

Are you OK, Helen?

He's in intensive care.

He's lying there like a cabbage.

He can't be that bad if
he's doing impressions.

- Bad taste?
- I'd say so.

- He's only a pervert.
- Yes.

It didn't really matter.

- He's been left for dead
but it doesn't matter.

It doesn't.

No. Why don't you confess?

- If it doesn't matter,
why don't you confess?

Because I didn't do it.

I know you did it and
I know why you did it.

You asked yourself, "What would
other men do? k*ll the b*stard. "

Something says you shouldn't do
it. But you had something to prove.

Not to your wife, not to
yourself, but to other men.

Nothing to do with revenge.

You didn't wait for the
guy who actually did it. Hm?

You went out and picked on some
innocent little pervert.

And every punch you
threw said, "I am a man. "

"I've been r*ped, my wife has
been r*ped, but I am still a man!"

Sir. We're ready for you now.
- Excuse me.

Yes?
- I didn't do it.

"If it was up to me, I'd give
you a medal. " Did you say that?

- No, boss.
- I don't believe you.

He is a criminal. He took
the law into his own hands.

No jury'll convict him.

He put a fellow human
being in hospital!

A pervert, sir, not
a fellow human being.

A human being!

Now, wait in my office!
I'll talk to you there.

Wait in my office.

OK. Jane's in charge
of this reconstruction.

- What's the girl's name?
- Helen Robins.

Helen Robins has been r*ped.

So a bit of sensitivity
wouldn't do any harm, OK?

- Take over.
- Right.

Keep your opinions to yourself.

You've already upset a
fellow officer, so keep quiet.

- Who have I upset?
- It doesn't matter who.

It does.

- Someone's complained about me?
- Yeah.

- Penaligon?
- No.

- I don't believe you.
- Tough.

DCI Bilborough would never allow a
copper to go behind her mate's back.

- I'm not Bilborough.
- No, sir.

Jimmy, don't push your luck.

He always encouraged
us to speak our minds.

Oh, piss off.

- Piss off!
- Sir.

Were you in this park three
months ago, June 12th?

Excuse me, sir. Were you in this
park three months ago, June 12th?

Four or five weeks ago,
maybe. Right, thanks.

Nobody's going to hurt you. You're
all right. Everything's fine.

I'd sooner be the victim than
the husband of the victim.

Her role's mapped out.

Her friends come round and offer
condolences and say how sorry they are.

No-one says a blind thing to me.

I'm not the one who's been hurt.

Aren't I? I am.

- I have been hurt.
- I know.

What's my role? What do I do?

Do I...

Do I take her in my arms
and make love to her,

show her that nothing's changed?

No, I can't cos...

...cos that's not making love any more.

That's doing just what that mars done.

Do I avoid it?

No, cos that's treating
her like some kind of leper.

That's admitting that pervert's won.

- "Won"?
- Yes.

That's a strange choice of word.

- You think so?
- Yes.

Then you don't know what
you're talking about.

I know what you're feeling. It
isn't nice, it's not very PC.

I know what I'm feeling.

- Shall I come up with you?
- Please.

- Is anyone coming round?
- My boyfriend is.

I could wait for him.
- I'm fine.

Are you sure?

Every man I meet sounds like him.

I keep hearing his voice.

The cab driver today, a
window cleaner yesterday.

They... they all sound like him.

Bye.

I can give you money.

I've got a disease. Honestly. I've
got a really terrible disease.

You'll, you'll, you'll catch it.

The person you love gets
r*ped. How does that make you feel?

I'd say pretty guilty.

You should have been there to
protect her, but you weren't.

- So you feel guilty.
- Yes.

Something else to make you feel guilty.

The idea that your
property's been tampered with,

that some man's had his hands on
what's yours, what's exclusively yours.

It's not nice, it's not PC.

But the idea's there. Something
more to make you feel guilty.

Yes.

Well, that's OK. That's
wholesome, natural.

Now something less wholesome
- you blame her.

I don't.

Why wasn't she more careful?

A thought
- maybe she wanted it.

She didn't scream. Why not?
Maybe she wanted it? Did she?

Here's the k*ller.
What did he say to her?

"I promise you you'll enjoy it. "

Did she, hm?

This is r*pe. We're talking
about a man who just does it.

What about all the times we weren't up to
it and she was willing, when she helped?

And this man just comes along with
his stick of rock and does it.

How do you measure to
a man like that? How

do you match a man
like that? You can't.

So you beat somebody up.

Is that why you beat up Molloy? Is it?

I understand. A judge will
understand. A jury will understand.

Is that why you did it?

Yes.

He wears a mask. There's
nothing unusual about that.

Lots of rapists wear a mask.

But he tries to form a
relationship with his victim.

That is unusual. A masked r*pist
would not normally do that.

The mask gets in the
way. It's frightening.

It's aggressive.

Which suggests to me that there's
something about this man's face.

You know all this by
talking to the victims.

Do you realise what you're
saying, Dr Fhtzgerald?

You tell me.

If you hadn't spoken to the

victims, you wouldn't
know about the mask.

And you wouldn't know he's
scarred or deformed, yeah?

Yes.

So if I was this r*pist, you'd advise
me to k*ll my victims in the future?

Fitz, I'm taking him off.

I don't quite understand the question.

Should the r*pist
k*ll his victims in the

future? Forget morality,
OK? Forget that.

If he lets them live, there's
more chance he'll get caught.

So should the r*pist k*ll
his victims in the future?

Is that what you advise?

Our next caller is Jane from Eccles.

No, not Jane from Eccles. Jane Eccles
from Salford. I was wondering...

- Have you seen Penaligon?
- No.

Show me a man, and I will show you a
potential k*ller, a potential r*pist.

I am one, for goodness'sake.

I don't do anything
about it myself because

I'm frightened of being caught.

I'm educated. I'm the
product of thousands

of years of so-called civilisation.

But he's still in me
- the k*ller, the r*pist.

Buried deep, growling

occasionally, just like
the tomcat in the alley.

Some music, I think.

You'd advise me to k*ll
my victims in the future?

What are you doing here?

I needed a bath and a
change of clothes, sir.

Who do you think you
are? You don't just

walk off the job
because you want a bath!

I left you in charge.

I um...

I've been r*ped, sir.

- Can I get you anything?
- Sorry?

- Can I get you a drink or something?
- I've got one, thanks.

- You don't mind if I get one?
- No.

It was the man we're looking for.

A knife, a hood, the same kind of mask.

What are you gonna do about it?

I don't know, actually.

I've got evidence under my nails.

You've had a bath.

I know you've protected your
hand, but... you've had a bath.

I had to have a... bath.

I'm sorry, I know
there's no logic to it.

- But I just had to have a bath.
- No, it's me, I'm sorry.

Stroke of luck, isn't it, sir?

- That's not what I mean.
- Isn't it?

We wanted him to r*pe again.

I wanted him to r*pe again...

...but to slip up,
to leave us something.

And now we've got
exactly what we wanted.

It's no good to us
unless you report it.

Are you going to report it?

I've counselled... 14 victims.

So I've got to report it.

Haven't I?

Otherwise I've given 14
women a heap of... bullshit.

I don't think I can live with that.

Belle Vale.

I want them back. Today.

That's impossible. You know that.

I am not having a bunch of
coppers going through my knickers.

I want them back today or
I'll walk out right now.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

- This is just for...
- I know what it's for.

You're not burning that bra, are
you? It's a bit sixties, isn't it?

I'm in favour of womers movements.

I hate it when they just lie there.

I think your phone's off the hook.

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey!
- Get off me.

Floyd.

Sorry?

My name's Floyd.

Is it?

- Shall I get a mouth
organ? We could do a duet.

What?

Your feet hum.

I'm afraid Fleming beat
you to the penicillin. God!

How long have you been up?

- Why haven't you
tidied up? Look at this!

I was going to.

- Oh, yeah? When?
- In a bit.

You know, you could be a
member of the lost generation.

The crisis of capitalism has robbed you

of work, ambition,
motivation, self-esteem.

Yes, that could well be the case.

Although personally, Mark, personally,

I think you're just a bone-idle git!

- Dr Fitzgerald?
- Yes.

He wore a mask just like
you described it today.

Yeah?

Anything else?

- You think I'm lying?
- No.

You think I'm lying.
Some kind of crank.

You want me to come up with something I

didn't hear on the radio.
Something that fits.

Yeah.

He asked me my name.

I said Bernadette. God knows where I
got that from, but I said Bernadette.

He wanted to know who was
the first person I'd screwed.

What it was like.

He never stopped talking.

And all the time he
talked, he combed my hair.

Then he dragged me into
a stream, washed me.

- That fit?
- Yes.

Yes.

When was this?

Two years ago, this
December. December 17th.

- And you didn't report it?
- No.

Say it.

Say what?

If I had, he might have been caught. I'd
have spared those women all this pain.

I wasn't thinking that.

For two years, I
haven't read the paper.

I don't read it, I don't find out he's
done it again in exactly the same way.

I don't feel all this
guilt. Then you come on the radio...

Look, they'd have done nothing

anyway. That's what
I keep telling myself.

I'm black. He's black.

I report a r*pe, the coppers think I'm
some prost*tute who didn't get paid.

You've got absolutely
nothing to feel guilty about.

- You say he was black?
- Yeah.

- He wore a mask?
- Yeah.

Well, how do you know?

The way he spoke.

- I'm telling you, he's white.
- He is black.

Penaligon said he's
white. She should know.

Why? Why should Penhaligon know?

- Haven't you heard?
- What?

He r*ped her.

I wish you'd told me.

I'm really sorry.

Jane! Jane!

Jane.

We'll catch this man.

We will catch him!

Are you OK?

Yes.

PENHALIGON. Then he put
the knife to my throat.

Then he went...

Do you mind if I...?

Then he put the knife to my throat.

Then he went like that.

Then he must have... pulled me, or...

...spun me round. I can't remember.

He started to back me
up towards another wall.

Why didn't you scream?

I hit the other wall.

Hurt the back of my head.

I offered him money,
said I had a disease.

There were people living
there. Why didn't you just scream?

Because I...

...I was frightened.

Do you mind if I ask you something?

You told your boss he was white.

- Did you see enough of him to know?
- Yes.

Look, we're gonna get this fella, love.

Honestly. We're gonna
get this guy. Right?

Right.

What did he say?

Nothing.

- He said absolutely nothing?
- Yeah.

- It's not the same man.
- What?

The man we're looking for is black.

- No. You said he was
but you were wrong.

He's black.

Did he use water...

Did he use water? Did he make you wash?

No.

Different MO. Different man.

You were r*ped by somebody else.

You know this man. It's someone you
know with a very distinctive voice.

- That's why he said nothing.
- Bollocks.

Hey! Hey, that will do. Take her home.

Go on, off you go. That's
an order. Put your feet up.

I'll be in touch.

Can I come and see you?

Floyd Malcolm, cubicle 2.

Michael Kennedy, cubicle 1.

Passports cost money.
Yeah? Do you understand?

I can't get no money with no passport.

Passports cost money.

My birth certificate.
Liverpool, England.

I'll need to check if this is
acceptable. Will you wait in room two?

- Why?
- I'm sorry, Mr Malcolm?

Why you put me in trap two, eh?

We'd like to talk to you
in private, Mr Malcolm.

Room two, please, Mr Malcolm.

I'm giving you the chance to withdraw
your claim. I'd advise you to take it.

- Why?
- You drive a minicab.

Who told you that? Whoever
told you that's a liar.

- It was a police officer.
- He lie, man.

I strongly advise you to
withdraw your claim, Mr Malcolm.

I know where you live.

Is that a threat, Mr Malcolm?

Mr Malcolm?

I want to be alone.

Greta Garbo.

Before my time.

Can I come in?

I'm so sorry.

May I?

I want my dad.

I blame you.

I'm listening.

- You think it's someone I know?
- Yeah.

Then he's seen me... with you.

Overweight, skirt.

Drunk, middle-aged.

- If she'll go with
him, she's anybody's?

Yeah.

I could get you a white stick, for
when we're out together in public.

It's displacement. You're
angry at the r*pist,

and he's not here, so you're venting
your rage at the first man available.

I'd like you to go
now. Please. Just go.

Clench your fists.

- Why?
- Trust me.

- Clench your fists.
- No.

Please. Just clench them.

Clench them.

Tightly.

Concentrate.

All your pain, all your
anger is in those fists.

Clench them, tightly.

Don't think of anything
else but those fists.

Tighter.

Tighter.

Tighter.

Andrew?

Maddie?

Maddie?

Just shut up! Just shut up!

Just shut up!

I don't usually show my face.

But this time...

...it won't make no difference.

- Please let me go.
- No.

No. See, Deborah,
this isn't down to you.

It's down to your husband.

The way he treats people...

...down the soshe.

Black people. People
like me, in particular.

I've got to do it. I've
got to hurt your husband.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking about Helen.

You get to the bottom of the stairs.

Hand in a glove.

It's OK. It's OK. I won't let
anyone harm you. I promise.

I promise.

What sort of a glove?

Does it have a smell?

It's... it's leather.

It feels brand-new.

I hit the wall.

A brand-new pair of leather gloves.

I'm gonna catch this man.

He does this.

He's close?

He hurt you, someone I care about.

Yes.

Breathing on you?

Whisky.

Leather gloves, drinks whisky.

He's... He's not short of money.

...pulling me...

Could have quite a decent job.

...turning me...

...pushing me backwards.

I bang my head on the wall...

...the back of my head,
but he's still pushing me.

He's very close?

He smokes cigarettes.

Drinks whisky. He smokes cigarettes.

- Yeah.
- What else?

There's another smell.

From his clothes?

From him?

It's from him.

Leather gloves, drinks
whisky. It's not a young man.

It's aftershave.

Aftershave?

- You'll remember this aftershave.
- Yes.

You will remember the exact
smell you are smelling now.

You will remember this.

You will remember this till we find this
man, and we will find him, believe me.

Oxford Road please, pal.
I've got a train to catch.

Will you get out of
the car, please, sir?

Floyd Malcolm?

Yeah.

You've been seen picking up
fares from the public highway.

That contravenes the Local

Government Miscellaneous
Provisions act, 1976.

I'd like you to come to
the station, please, sir.

Two police cars! Three coppers! Haven't
they got anything better to do?

- You're an hypocrite.
- I'm not. Tell me what he's done wrong.

You go on about the
coppers, but our house

got screwed and who
phoned them right away?

You. OK?

- That's different. He
only picked up fares.

- Floyd, will you eat your food?
- You should do what I do.

Have nothing to do with
them. Nothing whatsoever.

- Right? Right? If
they can't be trusted...

Wrong.

There's people getting
r*ped. That's the

point. People getting
r*ped and m*rder*d.

And what are the coppers doing?

Arresting cab drivers for
picking up on the street.

Floyd.

Fitz.

- I took your advice.
- Who's speaking?

Never mind who's speaking. You're
the man from the radio?

Yeah.

Go to 19 Stevenage Drive. You'll
see a woman in the bath.

Will she charge me for a peek?

No. She's dead.

I took your advice, you see.

- I didn't give you any advice.
- You gave me advice, man!

You gave me advice!

So now she's dead, and it's down
to you! Cos I took your advice!

- What do I get for
raping all these women?

Life, hopefully.

And for k*lling them?

Answer my question. What
do I get for k*lling them?

Life.

Now they're dying. They're
dying and it's down to you!

- It's down to you!
- You need help.

If you hadn't poked your nose in, I'd

have just given them
one and let them go!

- Did you r*pe a woman in Belle Vale?
- You had to poke your nose in.

- So now they're dying.
- Did you r*pe yesterday in Belle Vale?

No!

Are you black?

Deborah?

You upstairs?

Andrew Wiley? Can we
come in, sir, please?

Don't go in the bathroom, sir! Don't
go in the bathroom, please!

I'm sorry, sir. I'm really sorry.

Turn them taps off.

- This is down to you.
You know that, don't you?

We're looking for a young black...

Did you have to go on
the radio? "Everyone, look

how clever I am, what
a smartarse I am. "

We're dealing with human
beings. One of them has been k*lled!

- It means nothing to you.
- We're looking for a young black male.

Shut up! This means nothing to you.

This is just some sort of intellectual
game, a chance to show off on the radio.

- Are you finished?
- You are.

We're lookhng for a
young black male. He's

got his own transport. He's scarred...

This is a dream come true.
- Yeah?

I pass a girl on her
own. I talk the time.

She might be dead five minutes later.

The whole case hanging on my evidence.

A speeding car, I clock
the time. Take the number.

Who knows?

Was she m*rder*d?

- Well, her death's suspicious.
- Oh, a dream come true!

- What kind do you use?
- Oh, just your standard...

I suppose it can't be too big if
you've got to carry it round.

That's right, yeah.


delivers leaflets.


Cavalier, registration number EYK 493K,

cruises up and down the street.



...the window cleaners.

Oh, I want a trial.

I want him to have a sh*t-hot
lawyer determined to break me down.

"Oh, no, Your Honour, I'm
perfectly certain of the time.





registration number TFR 665X,

cruises up and down the street.



When will they finish upstairs?

Not till the morning now.

I'll need to use the bathroom soon.

Perhaps you could use next door's.

Yeah.

Will I have to sleep down here?

Is there not somewhere
else you could stay the night?

My sister's.

He's sick.

- Whoever did it is sick.
- Yes.

Why k*ll her? He didn't k*ll
the others. Why k*ll her?

We're gonna get this man.

We'll get him.

No, don't hang up.

Keep talking.

Talk when you're ready. It's OK.

My boss died a while ago.

I'm sorry.

And er... I don't really
fit in without him.

You were fond of him?

Yeah. See...

I went to see a man with no hair.

We were looking for men with no hair.

And this man told me he had cancer.

And...

...because I felt sorry
for him, I believed him.

And... he k*lled my boss.

That must be terrible for you.

Yeah.

I showed a bit of compassion, you see.

That was my big mistake.

Because there's no place
for it, not in my job.

Well, not in my bloody world.

And they all know. They
all know it was down to me.

She knows, she knows it was down to me.

She thinks she can treat me like
muck because it was down to me.

But she'd have done the bloody same.

Compassion!

The job's full of it.

It's full of... it's full of women.

Full of r*pe counsellors, full
of victim-support counsellors.

I just want to shout at them, "Forget
it! Forget the bloody compassion!

Let's just get back to
the way things were. "

Cos... compassion only gets you k*lled.

Have you spoken to her?

Who?

Your female colleague.

A guy goes into a boozer,
right? A guy goes into a boozer...

He goes into this boozer, right?

"Er... barman, give
us a pint of lager... "

- Is your mother here?
- Yeah.

I think you're gonna need a drink.

Right...

Hiya. Hello.

It's only my dad. Yeah, OK.

Hello.

Hello, Fitz.

Five months.

I'll save you the arithmetic.

It's yours.

Oh, God!

Floyd Malcolm?

Yeah.

- Is that your minicab?
- Yeah.

It was seen at 2:45 on Stevenage Drive.

Steven...? Oh, yeah.

- Wilson Parry.
- Sorry?

I share it with a guy called
Wilson Parry. He had it then.

- Wilson Parry?
- Yeah?

I'm DC Harriman.

A minicab was seen at


Me, yeah.

- You drove up and down.
- Yeah?

Why?

I was looking for number


I blew in. It was Stevenage Road.

Right. Thank you.

No problem.

Are you pleased?

Yeah.

Pleased about the baby or
pleased that I've come back?

Both.

You think we're too old.
You think I'm too old.

No, I don't. No.

I love you when you lie.

You think your best quality's
your honesty. It isn't.

I love you when you're
kind enough to lie.

- You've bought a new double bed.
- Mm. I'll get rid of it.

- It's brand-new. I'll get rid of the
old one. - No. Let's keep the old one.

Why?

Why?

Because it's where we made this baby.

I'm never going to change you, Fitz.

I've accepted that.

But a baby might.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

And no smoking when I'm around.

From now till the baby's born.

Stevenage Drive. 19 Stevenage Drive.

"I know where you live. "

What?

No, a man said that to me
yesterday. "I know where you live. "

Can you remember his name?

Sorry to disturb you. DC Harriman.

- Did you order a minicab yesterday?
- No.

- Did anyone from this address order it?
- No.

- You sure?
- Positive.

Right. Thank you.

Tango 4 to Control?

You must get threatened all the time.

I do, yeah. But this one was different.

Yeah?

I believed him.

A young black guy.

- Floyd Malcolm.
- Floyd Malcolm?

We had him in three days ago.

Phone Floyd.

Yeah?

OK, thanks a lot. We'll be in touch.

You know what this
means. Fitz was right.

Penaligon was r*ped by somebody else.

I'm coming, I'm coming!

- Is Floyd in, please?
- Leave my son alone!

He's done nothing!

Floyd! What's happening?

Open that door or we'll break it down!

Get out! Get out of this house!

I'd been naughty, cheeky.

And he smacked me round
the back of my legs.

My father had never hit me before.

I grinned!

He was so angry, you see, and I

wanted the dad I knew,
not this angry man.

And that's why I grinned.

But that just made him madder.

And he smacked me again.

And I cried then.

Which is what I should have done
first, because he stopped then.

Why am I telling you this?

Because when that man was raping me...

...hurting me...

...I grinned.

I did it to make him like me...

...so he wouldn't hurt me as much.

But he just hurt me even more!

And it made me think of my dad...

...and that time he smacked my legs.

Do you want me to respond to that?

If you want to, yeah.

My son didn't r*pe you.

I know. The man who r*ped me was white.

Then why tell me that story?

Because your sors
r*ped other women. He's

put other women through that trauma.

He hasn't!

- You're sure? Positive?
- Yes.

Mrs Malcolm, I could bring
in a dozen r*pe victims.

They would all reduce you to
tears. Please tell us where he is.

My sors innocent.

So what have you got to fear?

He's innocent. But... he's not white.

So being innocent isn't gonna help.

- That's rubbish.
- It isn't.

If your sors innocent, Mrs

Malcolm, I will prove
it, I promise that.

If he's guilty, he must be
caught before he r*pes and kills again.

I lied because he asked me to.

- Who? Floyd?
- Yeah.

- We're investigating
three r*pes and a m*rder!

I didn't know that!

Three r*pes and a m*rder, and
you're telling a pack of lies.

I didn't know it was r*pe
and m*rder. I'm innocent!

That's what you think.

You haven't booked any holidays
for next year, have you?

- No.
- Good.

Cos Floyd said you were driving
the cab. You told me you were.

I lied!

That cab was seen
outside a house where a

woman was m*rder*d
by a young black man.

- What'll I do?
- About 25 years.

I mean now. What d'you
want me to do right now?

It can't be easy knowing that
this monster came out of your womb.

I'm sorry. Did that hurt you?

You're not sorry.

Supposing I said monsters
are not born, they're

made? Would that hurt you even more?

Yeah.

Who turns a child into a monster,
if not the person with most influence

his mother?

Yes.

Every r*pist, every k*ller in the
world blames their mother, Mrs Malcolm,

and they're all talking bullshit.

But that doesn't help, does it?

No.

- Because you still feel guilty.
- Yeah.

Where's the scar?

What scar?

The man we're looking for has a
scar, which is why he wears a mask.

If Floyd hasn't got a
scar, he's not the man we want.

That's good news, isn't it?

Oh, please. Don't toy with me.

Pardon?

- You know he's
scarred. Emotionally, of course.

Not just emotionally?

Would you like Sergeant Beck to leave?

Yeah, I would.

Would you leave us, please, Jimmy?

- So where's the scar?
- He got in a bath when he was nine.

Scalded?

Scalded I could live with.

Do you have kids?

Two, yeah, a boy and a girl.

No.

- Both still at home?
- Yes.

Your son wants to be like you?

Right now he wants to k*ll me, but yes,

there was a time he
wanted to be like me.

Floyd wanted to be like me.

So he got into a bath of
bleach when he was nine years old.

I mean, your kid has an
accident, it's bad enough.

The guilt, the pain.

But when your son locks
himself in the bathroom and

sits in bleach -
deliberately sits in bleach -

and you see what he's done to
himself, and you're screaming at him,

and he looks at you and he
says, "I wanna be like you. "

I mean, can you imagine what...

He's got a friend called
Gerry. Gambier Road.

Police. Open that. Shut that.

Do you do requests?

Right, call Mark. Mark!

He's busy.

- Judith, you are pregnant.
- I'm OK.

You are not.

Fitz, I'm carrying the
equivalent of a seven-pound penalty.

I'm still at the bottom of the
handicap, and you are still at the top.

Where did you learn language like that?

Come on.

Hello.

What do you want?

Can I speak to your dad, please?

Someone from Age Concern.

Eh?

Hello?

It's Jane, isn't it?

Yes.

Would you like a drink? Yes.

Yes?

She used to have a stall outside the
hospital. She sold beautiful flowers.

Thanks.

- She's not there now?
- Oh, she is.

The hospital isn't.

We've got Floyd.

Right! Right, I'd better get
down to the station, then.

I'll wait in the car.

- Bye.
- Bye.

If you don't mind, I've got to...

You're screwing her.

I was, yes.

- Mark knows?
- Yes.

So it has been here, in our house.

In that bed.

In our house, Judith? You've
been trying to sell our house.

Don't give me that crap, please!

- She's young.
- Yes.

- Beautiful.
- Yes.

Is her father still alive? No.

Am I a father substitute? Probably yes.

You get a four-eyed wanky

therapist, and I get a
sexbomb. Is it fair? No.

Is it going to last? Definitely not.

Am I flattered?
Definitely yes, yes, yes.

Did I miss something out?

Do you love her?

Jesus!

I'm sorry you found out this way. I was
gonna tell you when the time was right.

Get in.

Let me explain, will you?

Would you like to slow down, please?

Slow down, please!

Please slow down.

Look at the road, will you?

For God's sake, Jane! Will
you look where you're going!

Please! Look where you're going!

For God's sake, Jane!

I'm allergic to accidents!
They bring me out in bumps!

Will you please look at the road!

Please look where you're going!

Hi.

I'm Fitz.

- I've heard you on the radio.
- Yeah, I know. You phoned me.

- Not me.
- No, you used a phoney accent.

Not me, mate.

This is DS Penhaligon. PC Skelton.

Sit down.

I don't think you two
are gonna hit it off.

No.

I met your mother.
- Yeah?

She's white.

Yeah? She's white?

So what? She's white.

I was wrong about you. I
thought you'd be scarred.

You wear a mask, so the mask was
better than the face God gave you.

But I was wrong. It's
quite a nice face.

Thank you.

But it's black.

You've noticed.

Is that why you wear the
mask? To cover up your black face?

Look, what is all this about
a mask? I don't wear one.

I recommend you should wear
one, but I don't need one. OK?

I wasn't that far wrong,
though. I mean, you are scarred.

Am I?

Yeah, you sat in a bath of
bleach when you were a boy.

- It's a birthmark.
- You're lying.

- It's a birthmark.
- You're lying.

Were there fat kids at your
school? Fat boys, layers of white flesh?

Hm? Why didn't they pick on them?

They were fat, they could
diet, do something. But not you.

You were black. Nothing
you could do about

the colour of your skin. You felt that.

I know you felt that,
because I was that fat boy.

I'd hear the black boys say it.

"Don't pick on me,
pick on the fat boy. "

I know what it feels like.

That pressure can lead to boys like
you getting into baths of bleach.

God, I'd want revenge, too.

What kind of society drives
a boy into a bath of bleach?

Yeah?

- Stuart Barlow.
- Yeah?

- Young lad, up front for Everton.
- I know who he is.

- He hasn't got a nickname.
- He has. Jigsaw.

Go on.

Goes to pieces in the box.

- Get off that horse.
- The hell I will!

Get off it before I break your neck!

What's the problem?

It's a present, right?

For Bilborough's baby.

I didn't know. Hey, I had no idea!

He's off his rocker.

We'd like you to confess.

- We'll tell the judge you cooperated.
- And he'll let me off with a fine?

Not quite.

How does it feel to stalk someone?

How would I know?

Let's talk about him. He's out

there, stalking somebody.
How does he feel?

I haven't got a clue.

- It's hypothetical.
What are you scared of?

Nothing.

So he's stalking
somebody. How does he feel?

A bit of a commando, maybe.

- Battle of wits?
- Yeah.

Hm.

He sees her. He's watching her, right?

He thinks she's leading
him on, teasing him.

She wants it really.
And she'll get it, the

little b*tch, stringing
him along like that.

- Possibly.
- Yeah.

And why does he do it?

- He's black?
- Yeah.

Why does he do it?

You think he's letting
the side down, yeah?

Sit down.

All that sucking up
to your white friends -

it's all wasted now, because a big black
mars come along and r*ped their women.

Sit down.

What do you dread most, eh?

You and every other white man?

Your nice white wife getting r*ped by
a big - and I mean a big - black man.

It's a pile of crap.

I know it, he knows it.

But it's there, yeah?
And it's there, right?

And maybe, maybe that's why he does it.

So he r*pes white women as some
kind of revenge against white men?

- Possibly.
- Right. So he's h*m*?

No.

I've got a patient, you see, Floyd.

He can only make love to other mers

wives. Single woman,
unattached, he can't do it.

Married women
- wham bam, thank you, ma'am.

Likes to do it in the other guy's
sitting room, on the other guy's carpet.

Likes to wash himself down
afterwards in the other guy's bathroom.

- He's screwing the other guy.
- I'm not a q*eer.

Who's talking about you?

You say he r*pes white women as
revenge against white men. Wee problem.

- He r*pes a black woman, too.
- He doesn't.

Two years ago. Bernadette.

Dragged her into the stream
afterwards. Why would he do that?

Don't know.

I reckon he was just
practising, perfecting his technique.

- Possibly.
- You know what that tells me?

He despises the colour of his own skin.

A black woman means nothing
to him. Just practice.

A white woman's the ultimate prize.

No, that's what you think. That's
what the police think.

He r*ped black women because the

police don't bother
if the victim's black.

You're looking for a man
who's proud of his colour.

- Women.
- What?

You said black women.

So Bernadette wasn't the only one?

- And you said a man
who's proud of his colour?

Yeah.

- A man like you?
- Yeah.

Not me.

Somebody like me.

- Have you always
been proud to be black?

Yes.

Even when you sat in the bleach?

You've rationalised it now.

White society put you in
that bath, but at the time...

at the time, Floyd, you
poor, sad, pathetic b*stard,

you despised the
colour of your own skin.

And you can't forget it because of
those scars. A permanent reminder.

And who sees those scars? And
this is the really sad bit.

Who sees those scars?

Every woman you sleep with.

Yes, please?

I'm Barbara Charles from
Aldridge, Bevan and Charles.

You have my client, Floyd Malcolm.

- May I see him, please?
- One moment, please.

Are you going to head
them off at the pass?

How did we find you? Hm?

I don't know.

Your mother told us where you'd be.

Yeah?

Hm. Wonder why she told us.

For your sake?

No?

I know what you're
thinking, Floyd. Look at me.

Look at me.

She told you cos she's white!

Yeah.

That's what I'm thinking. She...

This guy's raping white
women, yeah? Women like her.

When it comes down to
it, it's her colour.

It's her colour even before her
own son. It's her colour. White!

It's all falling into
place now, isn't it?

You come home from school, the
taunts ringing in your ears.

The bath of bleach is ready. And this
white woman pretending to love you.

How can she, when you despise

yourself? She's a lying
b*tch! A lying b*tch!

It's right!

My client was at home.
His family says so.

- Mr Parry admitted driving the cab.
- Which he now denies.

Tough. You have no ID and no

forensic, so why are
you holding my client?

Would you like some tea?

No. I would like to see my client.

"Wait till your father gets home. " She

can just twist him
round her little finger.

He gets home, and she
starts acting, performing.

She's giving it everything she's got.

It's all to get him to hit me.

And he hits me.

But that's not enough. No, she carries

on, making what I've
done ten times as bad.

And it's all to get him to hit me...

...again and again and again!

I'm on your side, Floyd.
I understand that anger.

You understand nothing, man.

You're white.

I'm not looking at a black man,
Floyd, I'm looking at a k*ller.

I understand K*llers, the rage that
drives men to k*ll. And to r*pe.

Particularly to r*pe.

We haven't told the husbands
we've picked up a black man -

because we know what it'll do to them.

But that's the point, isn't it,
Floyd? You want them to know.

So you must confess.

They have to know it was a
black man that r*ped their wives

to know that the myth has come true.

That myth that we've
fostered for years -

white men like me
- it's suddenly happened.

Tell me you did it, Floyd.

Your brief's here.

Ryan, I baptise you in the
name of the Father, and of the Son...

...and of the Holy Spirit.

- Amen.
- Amen.

♪ Dear Lord and Father of mankind...

It's a symbol, Jimmy.

You're to make sure Ryan sees the
light, supports City, not United.

Ryan, go in peace and the
Lord be with you. Amen.

♪ In purer lives Thy service find

♪ In deeper reverence praise

♪ In deeper reverence praise

♪ In simple...

I had him right on the
point of confessing!

You don't mess with a lawyer like
her! She'd spoken to the Chief Super...

- Two minutes!
- I had to let him go!

He's ever so slightly wound up.

We're watching him.

- Looks like David, doesn't he?
- The horse? Yeah.

He's the image of him.

Does it help?

Yeah.

Catriona, there's something
I've got to tell you.

What is it?

I... I miss him.

I dream about him.

That helps, too.

Tango Four to Control. I'll
take the back alley.

I didn't know she was pregnant.

It came as much of a shock
to me as it did to you.

I've slept with her once in six months.

Made a couple of dirty phone

calls, mind you, but
I'm discounting that.

It doesn't matter.

You're right when you say
I'll do nothing. But I'll...

But I'll do nothing because
I don't know what to do.

- I never meant to hurt you.
- It doesn't matter, for God's sake!

Everything else pales into
insignificance. Even you.

I have been r*ped!

What's wrong? Jimmy?

What's wrong?

Jimmy?

She said she dreams about him.

I felt like saying, "I
have nightmares, love!"

And in every one, he's blaming me.

He's bleeding to death,
and he's blaming me!

He said, "I want you to
get the b*stard, Jimmy.

For me and Catriona, get the b*stard. "

Jimmy...

Skelly, he's out.

Tango Four to Control.

We're following along Robson
Street towards Marchington Road.

Yo, Donald!

That's not him.

It's not Floyd.

Tango Four to Control, we've lost him.

You followed the wrong man?

It was his clothes. They swapped.

Gormless pillocks!
Walking brain donors!

Minicab. He won't r*pe without
transport. Check his minicab.

Don't you think we're checking
it? Think we're as thick as these two?

- Any vehicle stolen
today, I wanna know! OK?

OK.

And you, did you speak to him?

- Who?
- The fella you did follow!

- No, sir, no.
- Don't you think you should?

- Find out what Floyd's
wearing right now.

Sir.

Go on. Piss off!

Previous victims. What about 'em?

This guy's organised. He
won't strike at random.

He's not in the mood to stalk,
so what's left? Previous victims.

Check that out as well, Jimmy, OK?

Anything else?

- Are you OK?
- Yes, sir.

Can you...

Oh. Hello.

- Er, Karen.
- Judith.

Can you lower that please, Mark?

Can I get you anything?

Mark, can you turn that down, please?

Yeah, in a minute.

Er, we're just going
upstairs for a bit.

To play some music.

What?

Be responsible.

Don't be cheeky!

Are you accusing me of r*pe?

- I got into a bloody car...
- Are you accusing me of r*pe?

Yes.

We've worked together for years.

I got into a car with
a plastic bag around

my wrist and you didn't even ask why!

It was none of my business.

- You didn't ask why because you knew.
- It was none of my business!

You drove straight to Belle
Vale. How did you know the way?

I'd been there before.

- You're lying.
- A r*pe victim lives there.

I've just checked with her.

She never set eyes on you till
the reconstruction in the park.

Are you serious?

Yes!

You believe I could r*pe you?

Yes, I do.

All right. Let's have this
out in front of the boss.

Then I'll take any test
you like, DNA, whatever.

But let's have this out
in front of the boss.

Right.

OK.

For God's sake, woman!

You wanted to see me, sir?

Yeah, shut the door,
love. Sit yourself down.

I've got the lab report.

Yes?

The slides are blank.
Every single one of them.

I don't believe it!

There's two explanations.

One, there's been a
mistake, and two... no r*pe took place.

I was r*ped.

OK, then there's been a mistake.

Who sent the swabs off?

The exhibits officer.

It was Jimmy Beck?

Yeah. Look, Jimmy Beck's
an experienced copper.

- He doesn't make
mistakes with evidence.

No, sir.

So?

Beck r*ped me, sir.

I never heard that.

Detective Sergeant Beck r*ped me, sir.

You've got evidence?

He smokes, he drinks whisky,

he uses the right kind of
aftershave, and he handled the slides.

- That's not evidence.
- He's destroyed the evidence.

- So this is like a wild allegation.
- No, sir! It's a fact!

Get me some evidence, bring it to

me, and I'll give you
all the help I can.

But... I'd like you
to sleep on it first.

- There's nothing to sleep on.
- Oh, isn't there?

Fancy life as a traffic
warden, would you?

I beg your pardon, sir?

Jimmy Beck is well liked.

Allegations against a good
copper. That's what they'll think.

I can live with that.

- Oh, yeah, you can,
but your mates can't.

They'll be alone with you.
You might scream r*pe again.

I know it's bollocks, but
that's how they'll see it.

You've done it to Jimmy Beck,
you could do it to any of them!

Do you want some help?

You can't leave it like
this! You gonna clear up, mate?

When did you last see him?

Malcolm. M-A-L-C-O-L-M.
Floyd Malcolm.

You had a fight with him six
months ago. It ended up in court.

We don't know he's gonna
r*pe again. That's your guess.

He owns a minicab. He stole a car. Why?

Because we're watching the minicab.

Exactly. He doesn't want us

watching, because he'll
commit another crime!

Confirmed sighting on Bradbrook Road.

If it's not a previous victim,

it'll be the wife of some man he's
got a grudge against. A white man.

You OK?

Hello.

- Hi! Are you OK?
- Yes.

- Are you on your own?
- Well, Mark's here. Why?

Just worried about you, that's all.

I'm not the first woman
in history to be pregnant!

No.

I'll see you later.

- Look, we've got to talk.
- Yeah, I know that.

- Bye.
- Bye.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Where are you going?

Give me that again, please.

Distance between the scene
of crime: Seven miles.

Cheers. He's abandoned the
Escort. Charlotte Road. Torched it.

- Where?
- Charlotte Road.

That's my road.

Phone my wife.

Mark!

Did you hear something?

Take the mask off!

Take the mask off, you!

Get out of my house!

- You raise your voice
and you're dead, man.

Take your hands off me...

...and get out of my house right now!

- She Who Must Be Obeyed...
- Get out of my house!

Rich middle-class white little
b*tch! Used to getting her own way!

And here's some uppity little

n*gg*r. She'll soon
put him in his place!

- Let me go.
- No.

I'm pregnant.

- Is it your husband's?
- Yes.

- He writes books, doesn't he?
- Yes.

I know. I've seen them.

Books about people like me.

Yes!

Why are you hurting me?

It's nothing personal.

- For God's sake!
- It's your husband I wanna hurt.

It's locked!

I'm gonna go round the back!

Fitz!

What do you want, Floyd?

You'll write about
me one day, won't you?

Oh, yeah, sure.

I'll be a little chapter
in one of your books.

An interesting little

case for white middle-class

b*stards like you to study.

I'm not middle class.

Well, I'm here now.

I'm not a chapter no
more. I'm the real thing!

What do you want, Floyd?

- We're leaving.
- No, you're not.

If you don't let me go, I'll k*ll her!

- k*ll her!
- For God's sake, Fitz!

We've been married 20
years! I'm sick of it. k*ll her!

Stop it!

I've wished her dead umpteen
times. Never done anything.

I always thought a wee
accident, maybe a car crash.

You're lying, man.

I've dreamt about it.

- I should have said, "Judith,
it's finished. " You're lying!

It takes courage. I never had any.

So go ahead, k*ll her.
Really. Go on, k*ll her, quickly,

before my son smashes...

No! No! No!

It's all right, it's all
right, it's all right.

It's all right.

- Police.
- Put it down.

Put it down.

On your back.

On your back.

You're dead, Jimmy.

Suck it.

Don't speak with your
mouth full. Suck it.

Smile.

Smile.

Yes?

Who is this, please?

Jane Penhaligon.

I need to speak to you.