I just called to say
I love you
I just called
To say
I love you
And I mean it from the bottom
Of my heart...
So why have you come to Gamblers Anonymous?
You know why I've come to Gamblers Anonymous.
Do you want to tell us something about yourself?
Well er... I was born on 19th September 1949 er...
Do you know who else was born that day? Twiggy.
Ahything eise?
There were two archaeologists dug up a mummy.
And they started to unwrap it
and this terrible face was revealed
the most depressed, angst-ridden face they'd ever seen in their lives.
They said to each other "I wonder what happened to this poor man.
Look at the state of him! I wonder what made him so miserable."
Then they realise one of his fists is clenched.
So they prise it open andt here it is: a betting sllp.
"200 quld to win Gollath."
I'm sorry. This isn't for me.
Eddie.
You're a fool.
What happens...
if your horse passes that one on the rail?
Huh? And wins at a canter?
200 smackers on the nose.
Cocaine, heroin they all cost you money.
But to gamble and win, that buzz, that leap-and-punch-the-air-and-scream buzz,
and 200 smackers on top?
There is nothing like it on this earth.
Eh? I was right.
I've got a bit of paper in my hand that says I was right.
I weighed up the odds, I studled the form
and I was right.
I got to do what I don't do at work,
down at the factory, down at the shop, down at the bloody dole.
I used this and I was right.
And I know about the lows. Oh yes.
I know the lows. I like the lows.
They make the highs seem even higher.
Peaks and troughs, mountains and valleys.
Give me that any day to that long, straight, flat, boring road run hy the likes of him.
OK. Kempton Park, and it's...
even money spades, hearts and diamonds 3-1,
5-1 on clubs. L2 mlnlmum, L10 max.
Come on what are you waiting for?
How long's it been eh? How long's it been since your hands were trembling
and your heart was pounding and your bowe is turned to ice?
How long since you were last alive? Come on!
- it's a sprint seven furlongs. - Evens.
Five of clubs!
This is mainline stuff. Come on. Feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
One in the eye for the puritans, one in the eye for that smarmy bastard!
"How did it go, dear?."
"Very well. I told them about my dreadful addiction and I won 200 smackers!"
Come on, the white flag's up. Under starter's orders.
- You all right? - All right.
Sillcone implants?
- You're disgusting. - We're happy.
- No they're real. - What size?
36?
It's not the numberst hat are important, it's the letters. They give the cup size.
- Numbers have got to have some relevance. - Only if you're playing bingo.
He's blg. He's strong.
You're stronger.
He's... He's young.
I could kill him.
Why can't it be him, the one with the tash?
Graham.
Listen er...fancy coming for a pint?
I must say, you're handling this very well. As one pro to another, I'm lmpressed.
Thank you.
I've got a wife, a famlly, a home, a job I've always wanted to do.
I don't gamble cos there's a void in my life.
I see.
I'd have said something different there. Something provocative. "Bulishit." Anything.
But I'm not a psychologist.
I have this gift, you see, Graham.
I can talk to somebody for five minutes
and zoom right in there - I can see what's going on in there.
You want me to ask you what you see.
You want me to tell you what I see.
All right. What do you see?
"He asked, determined to be cool, regardless of the answer."
I see a man who'd like to get into my wife's knickers.
Wrong.
So. Why do you gamble?
- What's your motive there? - I can't help noticing you changed the suhject.
- Why do you gamble? - Cos I'm bored, that's why.
And your motive in talking to me like this?
You want me to say "He disrupted the meeting Judith,
but he spoke to me in private afterwards"?
Something like that, yeah.
I won't do it, Fitz.
Look, I can't promise to stop, but I will try.
You believe in safe sex, Graham?
Screwng my wife could be extremely dangerous.
It could severely damage your health.
The man's dead. People aren't going to rush forward to say they owed him money.
Who have you seen?
His family, his boozing partners. But people who actually owed him money?
- Six. - Seven. I'm seeing two more today.
Forensic?
Not a lot after four hours of rain. Lipstick on his shirt.
- The wife's? - Uh-uh. I checked.
- Jesus. - That was a bit delicate.
- Files open. - Wey-hey.
- Nothing eise? - No.
You know what the problem is? Everybody hated him.
They either hated him because they hated him, or because they owed him money,
but everybody hated him, everybody wanted him dead.
Does that piercing insight get us anywhere?
No.
- Keep me posted. - We're er...
I'll see you over there.
- Can I have a minute? - Yeah, of course.
- How are you getting on with Giggsy? - Fine.
He is a good copper.
- There's nothing you need? - A bit of luck.
Has Fitz been any use?
Some.
Do you see a lot of him?
It's platonic.
- Don't tell him a thing he doesn't need to know. - I never do.
- Is that it? - No.
You made an application for promotion. I've got to do a report.
Yeah.
Don't you think you're jumping the gun a bit?
I mean, six months, possibly. A year, no problem.
OK.
Fine.
Panhandle?
Penhaligon. Penhaligon, you arrogant lump of lard! Penhaligon!
Something's upset you. I can always tell.
There you are.
Sorry.
It's all right.
On the wagon?
Yeah. It's a kind of bumpy road, though. I keep falling off.
He's right, you know.
I know the system. I've applied too soon.
But?
Oh, stop it.
Are you having one?
- No, thanks. - Oh, go on. Have one, for God's sake.
But...the system's for other people. If you're special, it doesn't apply to you, right?
Jimmy? Phone. Right.
Yeah? Yeah?
Yes!
They've used his credit card. Brilliant
- I... - We're going to kill a policeman.
I who have nothing...
People thlnk that's worse than killing an ordinary person.
Why?
- It's self-defence. - And want you so
I'm just a no-one
- If we don't kill him we'll be put away for life. - With nothing to give you but oh...
- So it's self-defence. - I love you
He, he buys you diamonds...
You see a life sentence is worse for us than for ordinary people.
- We love each other. - But believe me...
We love each other more than any two people have ever loved each other.
If we're separated from each other we'll die.
- I love you - So it's self-defence.
This is the sort.
Could you get a description of all the people who bought one?
You're joking. We've sold about 100 in the last few days.
Special offer. They got Jeremy Beadle up to launch it.
- And that? - That's no good either.
The tape rewinds every two hours. Buy now while stocks last.
Thanks.
5-2 now. Hazy Keg, 4-1 from 7-2 Suprise Offer, 5-1, 7-1 bar.
Funny old market, a little bit on the weak side.
- thought todag... - You bugger!.
So Young
Because we're young
What is this?
- What is this? - A T-shlrt?
What are these? What are these little holes?
- is this a trick question? - No.
Well I'd say they're little holes.
Look I buy you these. I pay for these.
You're smoking some sort of dope and dropping it all over your kit.
I've had it ages.
You're so far off your cake you don't see you're doing it!
- I don't know what you're talking about. - Look muggins here pays for these OK?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - If you're under my roof obey my rules.
- Yeah. - Now just get rid of it
You can smoke dope when you prove to me you can handle it.
- That is one of my rules - Right. Yeah.
Says the man who's pissed out of his head every night.
Says the man who's pickling his brains in booze.
Yeah.
- Do you want a cup of tea? - Yeah.
- Dope. - There are worse things.
- No a lot of dope. - Talk to him.
I've tried but we always end up screaming at each other. You know what it's like.
Oh I know what it's like.
- What do you mean you know what it's like? - Can you get rid of that for me?
- You'll drive off. - I won't.
What do you mean you know what it's like?
Can I have the keys please?
What do you mean?
You're a psychologist. You analyse people's problems. You solve their relationships.
Yet you're utterly incapable of talking to your son.
You don't talk, you spar.
I'm not a mother, I'm a bloody referee. That's what I mean.
- I'll book a table... - I'm going out.
- With Graham? - Yes. Let go.
- I can't make any promises I can't keep. OK? - Let go. I'm not listening to you.
- If I listen... - I'll cut down on booze and gambling.
- I won't let that happen! - Right?
I won't make promises I can't keep. I'm not a hypocrite.
- You like that about me! - You're wasting your breath! Let go!
I love you!
I love you! Christ!
Do you want a lift?
Thlnk about testicles.
I do nothing but.
- Look Cormack's testicles were crushed. Right? - Right.
- Why? - You tell me.
Sexual rage!
Sexual rage. Look I'll explain it over dinner.
- We're going for a drink. - No, we're not.
-I've got summat on. Business. - What sort of business?
A mind-your-own sort of business.
- With Emma? - No.
- Well? - OK. Get in.
He's a nice boy really.
I want you to know that I'd never pressurise you.
Well even that's a lie.
My not pressurising you will pressurise you.
God relationships are so bloody difficult, aren't they?
I know what you're saying.
It's up to you how far our relationship goes,
where it goes, how long it lasts.
- Are you OK?. - My husband's here.
Evening.
- What's the big idea? - I beg your pardon?
- Excuse me. - Madam?
- Would you put them somewhere else, please? - The lady wants you to move.
- Do I know her? - He knows me. I'm his wife.
Actually I'm a psychologist. It's very sad. She's one of my patients.
I'm not his patient I'm his wife.
Oh yes. I'm sorry. I didn't recognise you without the strait jacket.
Would you please put them somewhere eise?
Ask yourself would I bring my mistress to a restaurant
and hung her down at a table next to my wife?
I'll have a large Scotch and dry please.
- You darling? - No thanks.
Actually could I have um... a large jug of water with ice, please?
Excuse me...
- Who told you I was here? - Nobody.
- You just walked in off the street? - Yeah.
"Of all the gin joints in all the world... "
isn't this a bit adolescent?
Could we have the bill please?
- Is everything all right, sir? - No, it isn't.
Anglo-Saxon foreplay.
Go to my bedroom. If I'm not there in half an hour carry on without me.
Keeps on happening doesn't it, Doctor Fitzgerald?
Last bets.
Thank you.
Place your bets now, please.
OK, place your bets.
There you go.
11, black.
Bad luck.
Bar me, George.
I can't do it, Fitz.
You're barred.
Goodbye.
You'll have to take your clothes off.
Or you'll get blood on them. Evidence.
He's coming to screw me, Sean!
I'll keep 'em on right?
I'll burn 'em. I'll burn them afterwards, right?
- Sorry. - So you should be.
Any chance of a coffee?
Oh, a very slim one.
Please.
- You used me. - Well. I didn't mean to.
I knew she was going out. I didn't think she'd use that restaurant.
Sentimental reasons, Penhaligon. I thought you'd be amused.
What?
Well you know what the Chlnese say, don't you?
What's that funny smell?
Oh, God.
Fitz!
Oh!
What do they say the Chinese?
They say you can appreciate the beauty of a tiger even when it leaps to devour you.
- Bull...shit! - No.
Detachment. No matter what situation you're in, if you're detached and objective enough,
you'll find it fascinating.
I did not find it fascinating. I found it embarrassing. It made me angry.
That's cos you weren't detached enough, cos you fancy me too much.
That Chlnese tiger's got more chance than you Fitz.
What were you trying to achieve?
- You want the truth? - It would make a refreshing change.
it's the sort of thing I'd do years ago.
Impulse, risk, intuition. That's what she liked about me then.
Of course, you're besotted with me, Panhandle so this may come as a bit of a shock,
but I do not have the ideal physique.
Love is blind.
But I did have this and the gift of the gab. And I took risks.
You're 44 now, Fitz.
So I am.
Lend me a fiver for a taxi.
Yeah.
Shall I call one for you?
Uh...no that's all right. I'll get one in the street.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
You're welcome to stay.
I wasn't going to ask till I was sure.
I didn't want to compllcate things even further.
What sure... about us?
No. I mean yes. But I've always been sure.
I mean me personally but um...
..till I was sure that you and Judith had burnt your bridges.
Well, we haven't.
- What made you think we had? - Get your taxi, Fitz.
No, please, tell me.
- What made you think we'd burnt our bridges? - Get your taxi.
You just can't see it, can you?
- What? - Fitz, you've driven her into bed with him.
Shit!
Oi! Piss off!.
Hiya.
All right?
- Yeah. You come by car? - Yeah.
- You didn't leave it down there? - Up a slde street.
Which one?
Sylvester Street.
- You can't be too careful. - I know.
Ta.
What's the rush? We've got all nlght.
No need to rush. We've got all night.
Oh! I've got a surprise for you.
Now keep 'em shut.
Keep 'em shut.
Come on, Sean.
Grab it.
What do you think I'm doing?
Penhaligon.
- I don't believe it! - What?
I said, I don't believe it.
What?
What do you not believe?
Judith and that slimy little shit!
Go to sleep, Fitz.
Why did you say it, then? There was no need to say anything.
Go to sleep you self-centred bloody...
You can't see what's right under your bloody nose!
You've got a bloody cheek to talk about instinct and intuition and crap like that.
You can't see what's happening right under your bloody nose!
You've spralned it.
You shouldn't have bit him so hard.
Shall we go to bed?
Yeah?
Where?
15 mlnutes.
Don't get mat, get even. How do we get even? We catch the bastard.
How do we catch the bastard? We stay calm, rational.
We don't run about like headless chickens.
We don't go after revenge. That would just balls things up.
- Listen. Are you hearing what I'm saying? - I'm hearing what you're saying.
Look, your boss brought me here, OK?
Better leave the tape for the lab boys, George.
- Are you OK? - Yes.
Does Emma know?
- Is that his wife? - Yeah.
The Chief Super's going to tell her. He wants you there.
- Hey, you worked with the guy. - I'm not complalning.
They've got a son at Scarborough, a trainee chef. Can I tell herwe'll send a car to fetch him?
Yes.
- That's Panhandle. Who's the bloke? - Don't know.
No cash.
Go on, say it.
- Say what? - He was holding our bet.
That's the last thing on my mind.
Ah. Condoms.
Did he have children?
I don't know. Jlmmy?
Three, I think. I'm not sure.
Penhaligon'll know.
- You wanted to see me. - Yeah. Sit down.
- How did she take it? - She turned cartwheeis.
I'm sorry.
- You know her well? - Yeah.
A friend?
I like to think so.
Do they have kids?
You know she's got klds.
Just wasn't sure of the ages.
Peter's 16. He's in Scarborough. Tony's 15, Joanna's 14.
- Is she on the pill? - At 14 years of age?
Her mother. Giggs's wife.
Emma. She's called Emma.
Is Emma on the pill?
What's going on?
We found these in Giggsy's wallet.
So?
Is that what they used?
Yeah!
- For 15 years? - Well, not the same packet.
You're lying.
- Can I go now please? - No.
lt could have been you.
lt was only Giggsy cos Giggsy made the call.
He knocks on the door. She asks him in. There's a little chat, probably a lot of thigh.
She asks him back at night. Giggsy can't believe his luck.
He's at the chemist's buying a packet of three while the other bastard's flexing his muscles.
From what you know of Giggs, is that a realistic scenario, DS Penhallgon?
I know why you won't answer.
Because you don't want Emma to find out he was playing around.
Well, that's fine. She won't.
- Is that a promise? - Yeah.
It's a realistic scenario, yeah.
Emma and Giggsy didn't need condoms. He had a vasectomy years ago.
He must have been worried about getting a dose from the bitch.
If you don't report, they'll come round here and arrest you.
If you don't report, the magistrate'll change his mind.
You won't get probation, you'll get sent down. Is that what you want?
C-c-c-c-c-c....
I can't come with you.
Gentlemen.
I've got a carbonised willy.
Young man. Elght pints of lager.
Stands on the edge of the platform, pees onto the track. It hits the live rail.
The current passes up through the arc of urine, kills him stone dead.
Voila!
Now, with your victim...
..at first sight it seems a typical sustained, frenzied attack.
The first blows landed on the victlm's arms, hence the bruises.
- The victim dropped his... - Giggs.
- Sorry? - He's not the victim. He's Giggs.
He's a policeman called Giggs, right?
I don't want to make a song and dance about it, but this is no bloody civilian.
He's a police officer called Giggs.
- Have you got that? - Point made.
He's not the victim. We'll have less of the victim.
- He's a policeman... - Point made, Jimmy.
Very well. But not so frenzied.
Seven blows in succession landed on the same spot in the skull.
No doubt about it, the intention was to kill.
Is everybody ready?
What do you think you're doing?
Heyl What do you think...?
We understand you were with Detective Sergeant Giggs on the night he died.
- Stop it! - Behave yourself will you?
He hasn't done anything! Leave him!
Leave him!
- Can we have some trousers for your husband? - Oh, get stuffed!
Do anything like that again, you're out on your ear. Understand?
- That goes for everybody. - We're pissed off hanging around!
- We'll crack it as a team! - Do you know what I mean?
We're pissed off with the scientific approach!
Every member of the team knows what everyone's doing!
- We find everyone Giggsy saw! - No mavericks!
- Five in the morning, we pull them in here! - We've got a bloody maverick!
- We keep them in here! - You want to be a bloody maverick!
Everybody else is a member of a team, right?
Will you get out please, Fitz? Glve us a couple of minutes. Thank you.
Dawn raids, right?
- Dawn raids on everyone Giggsy saw! - He's made a complalnt!
We've got to waste precious bloody time, dealing with a complalnt!
Giggsy'd be cursing you Jlmmy! He'd be cursing you!
K-k-k-k-k-k-k-k....
- Kerrigan. - Kerrigan.
It's sprained?
Your wanking hand, too! Tsk, tsk.
- How's Tina? - F-f-f-f-f...
- Fine. - F-fine.
He... He...
- What's wrong? - He knows.
Who?
Fitz. That bastard from the TV. He knows.
- How? - He just knows.
Tape's back from Forensic.
- Is this Giggsy's stuff? - Yeah.
- We invite them all into the office. - Right.
Right? We even offer to send a car.
If they don't... We only go to them if they won't come to us.
If they want a lawyer, they get a lawyer.
We owe it to Giggsy to do it right. We all feel that.
I know how you feel. Right?.
We owe it Giggsy to make it watertight.
These are the names of the people.
- We're going to kill a policeman. - Boss.
I who have nothing
People think that's worse than killing an ordinary person.
Why?
It's self-defence. If we don't kill him, we'll be put away for life.
- With nothing to give you, but oh - So, it's self-defence.
You see, a life sentence is worse for us than for ordinary people.
We love each other.
We love each other more than ang two people have ever loved each other.
If we're separated from each other, we'll die.
Sean Kerrigan.
So it's self-defence.
Hear what I say
- He can give you all, but he'll never love you... - Self-defence.
Make way!
Right, this is it.
You said James Dean.
I wasn't far wrong, was I?
Right. I don't want anybody in here unless it's essentlal. Get Forensic down.
Everybody out!
- We'll sit here and wait for 'em to come home. - I don't think they're going to come home.
That's what I like about you, Fitz. Your optimism. It's your most endearing quality.
So we've got ID on Kerrigan, a photograph as well. Nothing on the girl.
We had Kerrigan. Beck let him go.
You had him in custody!
For taking and driving away, sir, that's all.
Fitz recommended a psychiatric!
I don't recall that, sir. Did he put it in writing?
- You were there. - I don't recall, sir.
Well, Fitz spoke of prevention. DS Beck said, "Bollocks to prevention!"
I don't recall, sir.
Hell hath no fury.
If that conversation did take place, Dr Fitzgerald would have every right to say, "I told you so".
He's obviously dying to say, "I told you so",
- so let's just assume... - That's enough!
Let's hear him say it!
We're the ones who've lost a friend, but to hell with that,
because Dr Fitzgerald wants to say, "I told you so"!
- Have you finished? - I can recall no such conversation, sir.
Will that be all, sir?
No. Get out.
If what Fitz says is right, you must be feeling terrible.
There's counselling.
Will you offer Beck counselling?
Beck doesn't need it.
- But I do? - Not because...
You've lost a close colleague.
Counselling can help. It's standard procedure these days.
- It'll go on my record. - It won't.
They'll say ,"The job's got to her."
It hasn't. It's not the job. I can do my job as well as anyone.
- As well as Beck. - I know that.
It's not the job.
I've lost a friend.
I cried when I lost my father. There were coppers there.
I cried in front of them all.
Did they say the job was getting to me then?
Of course they didn't.
They said I cried because I lost my father.
It's the same now.
I've lost Giggsy. I've lost a friend.
I'm crying because I've lost a friend. It's nothing to do with the job.
I can do my job as well as anyone in this nick.
Shit.
This is not the job. It is really not the job.
My wife's pregnant.
Is she?
Two months.
What do you waht?
Oh anything.
But if it's a girl,
I'd like her to grow up to be the total bloody opposite of you.
Oh, when the saints
Go marching in
Oh when the saints...
Don't gamble it. Collect, collect!
You'll end up with a snake and lose the lot. Take the bloody money.
Throw the dice. Two, one. Down you go again. I know this machine. It always happens.
You should have taken the money when you had the chance.
- Right. You play it! - I never touch 'em.
..are paved with gold
Up where the streets are paved with gold
Oh, yes, I want to be in that number...
- You were on the telly, weren't you? - Yeah.
Oh, I'm... Michelle.
- Can I buy you a drink? - Sure.
A bottle of dry cider. What can I get you?
Douhle Scotch and dry.
- So, why criminal psychology? - Vlolence interests me.
- Are you from round here? - Yeah.
- Leafy suhurbia? - Yeah. Hale.
Oh Hale? They pick their nose with a hanky in Hale, don't they?
Yeah.
So why did you go to university here?
- Why didn't you go away? - I didn't want to.
- You can't stand your parents. - I didn't say that!
You didn't have to.
- No. Well, my boyfriend lives here. - Oh?
- Yeah? What does he do? - He's on the dole.
Mummy and Daddy wouldn't like that.
So how did you draw up that profile?
- How long have you known him? - 18 months.
And what makes you so sure you're right?
Well, I'm not really.
- Who killed JFK? - Lee Harvey Oswald.
- John Lennon? - Mark Chapman.
Now you see the point I'm trying to make?
Uh, no.
It takes years to bring up a child.
That child's got a bit of talent,
goes off to Hamburg, works all the hours God sends honing his talent.
He comes home, writes some really beautiful songs and becomes world-famous.
And then one day, some headcase blows him away.
And what happens? He becomes famous. Right?.
And then... some people who are perhaps a little wet behind the ears like yourself,
queue up to buy the book, right?
Two headcases killing for fun. The sooner they're locked up and forgotten, the better.
That's my thesis. That's my...profile. Of that I'm certain. The rest's just guesswork.
- My boyfriend, he's in London right now. - Uh-huh?
He's got the chance of a job.
So you're on your own?
Yeah. I don't mind that, though.
I've got plenty of work to do.
- On your thesis? - Yeah.
I hope you don't mind me asking, but would you read it?
Yeah.
I mean, tonight.
Could be a bit awkward.
It's only 6,000 words.
I've got a car outside. I could drive us there.
I'm tempted.
I'd be very grateful.
- I'll make a phone call. - Right.
We'll Meet Agaln
Fitz.
- There you go. - Thanks.
- Do you like Peter Falk? - Columbo? Yeah.
Well, I reckon he did his best work for John Cassavettes. Did you see Husbands?
No.
- Badlands? - He wasn't in Badlands.
- Wasn't he? Are you sure? - I'm positive.
Oh.
Well you see uh... I'm kinda confused here.
Yeah, because um...
You're in your third year at college, right, doing your third-year thesis. Am I right?
- That was good. - Yeah. Right.
And um...you told me you'd known Sean for 18 months.
- Who's Sean? - Your boyfriend.
- I didn't say his name was Sean. - Oh, did you not?
You did say you didn't wanna go away to college cos you didn't wanna leave your boyfriend.
Now, I'm confused here now, because...
you hadn't even met then.
And other things, Tina.
Mlchelle.
You bought me a double Scotch and dry without so much as a cough, on a grant?
You're not a student.
You don't look like a student. You've got failure oozing out of every pore.
Resentment. And you certalnly don't dress like a student.
This is Detective Sergeant Jane Penhallgon.
Tlna Brien, I'm arresting you
for the murders of Kevin Cormack and DS George Giggs.
You do not have to say anything, but anything you do say will be taken down.
Do you understand?
This is the money you took off Giggs.
90 quld of it's mine. OK?
Will you come with me, please, Tina?
Stup-Stupid...
- Here she comes. - Bitch.
- Bitch! - Murdering cow.
Murdering bitch.
Anticipation's nine-tenths of the pleasure, so I'm gonna look after you.
Nobody's gonna touch you. I'm going to do everything strictly by the book.
I'm anticipating sitting in on the last day of your trial with Giggsy's wife,
listening to the judge give you life, with a recommendation for 30 years.
I'm anticipating that with a certain amount of relish, you murdering bitch.
Oi! That's my bloody car here!