PRIEST. Because God has chosen to call our brother Albert from this life to himself,
we commit his body to the earth, its final resting place.
For we are dust.
Unto dust we will return.
But the Lord will change our mortal bodies to be like his in glory,
for he is risen, the first-born from the dead.
So let us commend our brother Albert to the Lord,
that the Lord may embrace him in peace and raise up his body on the final day.
Amen.
Will you be all right?
- You're not going? - Yeah.
I was going to ask you to clear out his things.
I can't do it.
Taxi's here.
- What'll you do with it? - Oxfam.
- Bye, love. - Bye, Dad.
Hello? - It's me.
Where are you? - Just gone for a quick drink.
No more bets now, thank you.
You're in a casino.
Sheer accident. Thought it was a theme park.
20, 40, 60, 80, F100 cash.
Not the pregnant pause, please. Anything but the pregnant pause.
How long will you be? - I won't be long.
I'll see you later, then. Enjoy yourself.
And how was Damascus?
It's - it's OK, honestly.
- Right. Bye.
100 cash.
Ferochous dog.
Ten letters. Third one's T.
- Rotweiller. - Oh, yeah.
How do you spell it?
R- O-T-W-E-I, double L, E-R.
Double T.
It's two Ts, one L.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Cheese made backwards. Four letters.
It's two Ts, one L.
- Don't make any difference, Albie. - It's wrong.
- Because it makes no difference, that's why. - Because he's been to university?
Oh, piss off.
Are you OK?
I buried my father today.
I'm sorry.
No more bets now, thank you.
19. Red.
The Guardian and a packet of those tea bags.
Two pounds four pence, please.
I'll have to owe you the four p.
Sorry.
I'll pass it in tonight on my way to work.
Sorry.
- This comes to F1.98 in Scott's. - Then go to Scott's.
- He's shut. - Exactly.
I'll be back with your four p, right?
How much?
You had the meter in fast-forward, did you?
- Where have you been? - Out.
- What? - Out.
What?
Every time I come home, it's the same. "What time do you call this?"
- "Who have you been with?" - Where have you been?
- Blah-de-blah-de-blah. - Oi!
Well, now you know how it feels. Right?
- Sorry. - It's OK.
- Whisky? - Yeah.
Are you starting early or finishing late?
Trying to avoid a hangover.
Well, that's one way. Death's another, of course.
This isn't going according to script.
You're supposed to bollock me, Judith.
And then, in the middle of a particularly insulting sentence,
I go...
Thank you.
You're very welcome.
Please...
I can't.
Remember me, eh?
Do you remember me, you robbing Paki bastard?
No.
Here's your four p, right.
Remember me now, eh?
Yes.
Treat people like scum, they start acting like scum, you know what I mean?
You know what I mean, you robbing Paki bastard?
Please don't call me "Paki".
I'm a socialist me, pal. Trade unionist. Voted Labour all my bleeding life.
I've marched for the likes of you.
But you just see me in my clobber.
You hear the accent and you assume things.
You assume the right to treat me like scum.
Well, OK, you robbing Paki bastard, you treated me like scum,
- now I'm acting like scum. - Please don't call me "Paki".
- Now I'm acting like scum. - Criticise me in what I do, but not what I am.
I haven't come here to listen to you, pal.
I earn my poverty, you know what I mean.
If you think I'm robbing you, fine. Criticise me for that. Don't call me Paki.
I work hard for my pittance and you think you can rip me off.
No. You're a robbing Paki bastard.
Get out of my shop!
I call you a robbing bastard, what happens?
You get the Queers Award to Industry cos this country's full of robbing bastards.
But I called you a robbing Paki bastard. That's really gonna hurt, isn't it?
That's a bit of a weapon I've got. That's the only weapon I've got.
Unless you count this one.
Do you see this one? Do you see it?
Do you get the point, eh?
Do you get the point?
♪ L-I-V... E-R-P...
double O... L... Liverpool FC
♪ L-I-V... E-R-P... double O... L
♪ Liverpool FC
♪ L-I-V... E-R-P... double O... L
♪ Liverpool FC
Five past eight, no later, because the eight o'clock news wasjust started.
- DCI Bilborough, DS Penaligon, this is Mr... ... Gregson.
Mr Gregson found the body. He bumped into a skinead on the way in.
- Did he say anything to you? - He was dead.
- No, the skinead. - No.
Would you recognise him if you saw him again?
It was a skinead, you know what I mean? They all look alike.
- Have you mentioned this to anybody else, sir? - Just the police.
I'd like to keep it that way, if that's OK. Just between you and us?
Yeah.
Keep it under your hat.
Leave it!
- It keeps landing on the blood. - See to the crowd. They're encroaching.
- I'm OK, boss. - I know you're OK. See to the crowd.
- Morning. - Morning.
- Family? - Upstairs.
- Did they see anything? - I haven't spoken to them.
- I was waiting for erm... - You want me to see them?
Yes.
Have you got that number? Yeah.
Get the paper and the tea bags, OK?
- What do you think? - I think he's dead.
Wasrt robbery.
Nothing to indicate a racial motive.
Nothing whatsoever. That's our line, OK?
Can you think of anyone who'd want to kill your father?
Several million.
All of them white.
♪ Oh, show me a home
♪ Where the buffalo roam
Look, I know it's taken a bit longer than we said...
- Four months, three days. - OK, that's bad.
Accepted. Admitted. But we've cracked it now, OK?
We've found the problem.
We'll have it sorted by tonight.
No problem.
♪ Where seldom is heard...
Look, we're not cowboys, OK?
We are not cowboys.
♪... cloudy all day
Statement at a press conference this mornng.
In the past, this area has seen a great deal of racial tension.
So I want to make it perfectly clear that there is no racial motive for this killing.
None whatsoever.
Obviously, we're anxious to speak to everybody who visited Mr Ali's shop this mornng.
Now, whether or not you saw anything,
whether or not you think you can help, it's vital that you come forward,
so we can eliminate you from our inquiries.
♪ Oi! -style music
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
- Can you turn the music off, please? - I can't hear you.
Can you turn the music off?
Can't hear you.
- Sit down and shut up! Oi! Oi!
We've got a warrant to search the premises, so we'll let you back to this as quick as we can.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
- I'm getting on to my lawyer. - This way, please.
- Lay off till he gets here, OK? - Come this way, please.
You know what I mean? I know my rights. I know my rights.
Skineads! Oi!
Skineads! Oh!
Skineads!
Hey, Einstein. Whose is that?
Skineads! Oh!
I want you down here now.
This place is crawling.
Ince is black.
Parker is black.
Dublin is black.
Schmeichel's a Dane. Jane, we'll have him!
Kanchelskis is a bloody Ukrainian and Cantona's French.
You stupid, soft sod.
We've got names and addresses for 68 Fascist Party members.
We're checking them out for previous.
49 with previous, 44 of them violent.
Right. Those 44 are top of the list.
Plain clothes, unmarked cars.
We don't want it known we're looking for a skinead.
A non-racial motive is still the official line.
We go early mornng. Any self-respecting skinead's still in bed with his dick in his hand.
If he's up and about, chances are he was up and about when Ali was murdered.
So get the alibi and check it out.
Am I boring you?
What?
Am I boring you?
No, boss.
Then listen.
Jane!
A Pakistani is killed in a racially-sensitive area
- and you print a story like this! - It's the truth.
- And that makes everything OK? - Yes.
- No. Who gave you this information? - I can't tell you that.
Don't hide behind journalistic integrity. You've got none.
Who gave you this information?
I can't tell you.
It wasn't the bloke who found the body, I've just seen him.
No.
Is it one of my officers?
If you don't tell me, I'll have you arrested.
- Was it one of my officers? - Yes.
- Which one? - I'm not telling you.
Just answer the question. Did you talk to that bloody woman, yes or no?
I've been doing this job for 15 years and you can ask me a question like that!
I haven't got time to massage your ego. Did you talk to that bloody woman?
You've got no faith in me whatsoever.
- For God's sake. 15 years! - Somebody did.
- Was it you? - No.
- Thank you. - But it crossed your mind.
- It crossed your mind that it may have been me. - A process of elimination, Jimmy.
You're eliminated. Send Harriman in.
- How do you think that makes me feel? - You're feeling a bit aggrieved, right?
Fine. OK. Noted. Send Harriman in.
You treat me like a bloody prick fresh out of training,
- wet behind the bloody ears. - Send Harriman in!
You're wanted.
This down to you?
Yeah.
Shut it.
Why?
I don't know.
- Did she pay you? - No.
- If you took money, you're finished. - She didn't pay me.
- A nice bit of stuff. - It wasn't that.
You sent me out the shop.
I don't know, I just wanted to prove I was involved.
Knowledge is power. Show people you're in the know, you get a bit of respect, yeah?
- Yeah. - No. She just thinks you're a bloody clown.
I know.
So what will you do?
Nothing. Get out.
What floor?
T- Top.
Your job is to care for people who are terminally ill.
My job is to secure the funds that allow you to do it.
Once you start to chase the funding, you cease to do the job you're paid to do.
And if you cease to do the job you're paid to do, why should anyone agree to renew the funding?
It will be there.
- Er... can I speak to you a minute? - I'm busy.
If I have to walk the streets of Manchester with a begging bowl, I'll do it.
The funding will be there.
Please.
Are there any questions?
How to handle an addict, Chapter 3, Verse 12.
Public humiliation.
Three grand, Shepherd's Hay.
You stopped masticating for a wee second there.
You what?
There is something a bit macho about a bet like that.
A wee bit like slapping a certain part of your anatomy on the counter and saying,
"Look how big it is, everybody! Look how big it is!"
You what?
They're almost ready for the 4.45 at Lingfield.
Linng up for the last race of the afternoon.
The favourite, Jeremy Fisher, a bit nervous perhaps.
Two along, Shepherd's Hay.
And they're off! And they're underway and Shepherd's Hay has gone already.
A faller very early. - Jesus!
There's Jeremy Fisher, Timberlake and After Dark.
The best thing for him, that's what I say.
A situation like this, your heart sinks a little really, doesn't it?
- You what? - Nothing.
Yeah, about half-seven this morning.
He just walked in and done him, good style.
- Skinead? - Yeah.
- Better lie low for a while, know what I mean? - Too right. Those Pakis are gonna go ape shit.
Anyone with a skirll do.
Have you got a problem?
Bashful bladder.
I keep telling it to do something or these two'll think I'm some kind of a pervert.
Do something, please. But no luck as yet.
I can't help noticing you're a straight-down-the-channel man.
You know, that gratifying gurgle when a good healthy stream hits the main flow.
You're more of a Luke Skywalker-type, aren't you?
Mmm? Like a laser beam?
You do pretty patterns on the urinal.
You're a bit of a piss artist really, aren't you?
Will I butt him or will you?
Personally, I'm the type that can't resist a quick glance.
Some people find that very annoying, I would imagine.
- Are you trying to get your nose broken, pal? - Yeah.
Do you know somebody who could do it, pal?
Right. How do you actually spell that, sir?
What time was this?
Was there anyone else in the shop?
Could you describe her?
- What did they buy? - What?
Sir?
Could you hold on a moment, please, sir?
We've got the till roll.
We ask people what they bought, what it cost, we tick it off against the till roll.
If there's anything unticked, whoever bought it hasn't come forward.
- Right. - Found out what they bought...
- Why didn't you say that in the first place? - I thought it was obvious.
...and how much it cost, OK? - What did you actually buy, sir?
I'm not wearing any underwear.
- Look, let me explain. - You owe me F972.
That's for the flight and the hotel.
- I'm afraid you'll have to join the queue. - I'll understand if it's in cash.
- Wouldrt want the wife to find out, would we? - Ooh, a little whiff of bitchiness there.
- What happened to your nose? - A skinead gave me a piece of his mind.
- Oh, really? - Mmm.
- Can I come in? - I'd let Oliver Reed in before you, Fitz.
- You need a profile. - If we need a profile, we will get one.
Psychologists are ten-a-penny. Let go, please.
No. Do you know what he'll say, a ten-a-penny psychologist,
- Panandle? - Let go of the door.
Possibly. He'll also say that the killer is white,
unemployed, unskilled, a Fascist, a footballer supporter, and lives local.
- If he does say that, Panandle... - Please let go.
...you will know he's a prick.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me. I just live here, you know.
Hiya. - Hiya.
We're going out.
Wait in the car, Katie.
Did you lose it all?
The row? At last, the row. We could skip it if you like,
- just don't speak to me for a week. - Did you lose it all?
Short. First tentative step on the emotional ladder.
Did you lose it all?
Yes.
You've perfected that look - utter contempt.
You've got it off to a tee.
I've had plenty of practice.
Gamblers top themselves to avoid that look, did you know that? Hmm?
Hmm?
A mars a few quid down on the housekeeping, but he has to go home, tell his wife, get that look.
No, thank you.
So he tries to win it back, loses some more, tries to win that back, loses it all.
Then the look's even more contemptuous, tries to top himself, fails, decides to kill the wife.
Hit her over the head with a hammer, drown her in the bath,
anything not to see that look in her eye.
I couldn't help noticing there were one or two strangers in the house.
It's Mark's birthday.
Oh, shit.
I could give you some money to give to him.
Was that a little twist of the knife, dear?
No, it would be nice for him to get money off his father on his birthday, that's all.
You selfish, arrogant sod.
You're not in the mood for a quick shag, then?
Come on. You hate it when I win.
Yes.
Well, cheer up. I lost.
That odd win, once in a blue moon,
it justifies days and days like this, countless days like this.
That's why I hate you winning.
I want you to lose and lose and lose.
I want you to think there's not a hope in hell of ever winning again.
Then even you might think of stopping, Fitz.
Is that it?
Hmm?
Top of the emotional ladder? Bit anti-climactic, I'd say.
Ten years ago, you'd have thrown something at least.
I'm tired, Fitz.
Bored, even.
We're going to Joe's.
You're not invited.
Food's ready.
Would you keep the noise down, please, if it's not too much to ask?
Are you listening to me?
Didn't work. Might be the pipe off into the bath...
Can I ask you to show a bit of consideration, a bit of common decency,
and keep the noise down?
Please don't ignore me. I know you can hear me.
Will you keep the noise down, please?
Look, if you don't, I will call the police.
There's good news and bad news.
The bad - it's a single knife wound.
Difficult to make a murder charge stick.
- And the good? - He's twisted it round a bit.
He's gone through the stomach wall,
through the aorta, massive haemorrhage.
The X-ray shows he's chipped a bone in the vertebrae.
Now, I'm warning you now, the defence will say the damage was done when the victim fell.
- Thanks, Tom. - OK.
Where's Fitz?
What are we looking for?
A long, narrow blade.
For what it's worth, I saw a wound like this a few years ago.
British Army bayonet.
Yeah.
- I think something's up. - What?
I dunno.
- Where is he? - He's in the bathroom.
It's your dad.
We've been knocking. We can't get any answer.
Dad.
Dad!
What's happening?
Heart attack.
A long blade.
We're gonna look in every back yard, every dustbin, every gutter, every sewer.
Full protective clothing, cos you'll come across dirty syringes.
And sensitivity.
These people feel threatened, so sensi-bloody-tivity. Right?
Something that really annoyed me as a kid.
Herbert Lom, The Human Jungle.
He's got a patient...
A woman say... an absolute nutcase,
he delves into her past and finds out that she set fire to all the hamsters at school.
He tells her this, cue music, end of bloody show.
- It used to drive me absolutely berserk. - Relax, please.
- Not much longer. - Absolutely berserk.
Well, you've told us what's wrong, Mr Corder, but that's all. Where's the bloody cure?
How much do you drink?
Six, maybe seven a week.
- Pints? - Bottles.
- Of beer? - Of whisky.
And you smoke?
50, 60.
Please say a week.
A day.
Give it to me straight, Doctor. I've always wanted to read War And Peace. Is it worth me starting?
There's nothing wrong with you. Nothing physical.
But I would like you to see a psychologist.
You're supposed to be on my side. I just want to walk across my road in my city!
You tell me, cos I don't know. Any sign of trouble, it's always us, isn't it? It's never them.
I'm not going to tell you again.
We've done nothing. You're being provocative.
An Asian shopkeeper has been murdered. If you don't turn round, I'm gonna take you in.
It's still a free country. - You've got ten seconds to disappear. Ten...
- We just want to walk along the road. I'm gonna nick you. That's a promise.
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!
Sorry to keep you waiting, sir.
Sorry to keep you waiting, could you...?
Could you tell me what you're doing in this area, please?
- Just been up at the hospital. - Oh, you've met?
Yes.
Nothing trivial, I hope. Right, you can go on.
I'm sorry I frightened you.
When I was your age, I'd get depressed.
And I'd think, "I didn't ask to be born.
But now that I am born, I'm going to die. That's not very fair. "
Do you sometimes think that?
When I die, I'm going to make sure that Mark has to carry the coffin.
On his own.
There's four bags through there.
You forgot me last week.
If you don't want to do the job, son, pack it in.
- I'm a copper. - Give someone else a chance.
There's three million, you know, that'd be glad of it.
I'm not your bloody binman, I'm a copper.
- Do you think a profile'd help? - No.
- No? - No.
- I do. - From Fitz?
- Is that a problem? - No.
He's not the only psychologist in the world. He just thinks he is.
There's a guy at the university - Nolan...
Right.
The doctor wrote you a prescription.
I keep seeing this image.
A symbol of the future.
Post-nuclear war.
All life obliterated.
There's a mattress in a pool at the bottom of a block of flats.
Storm after storm, the water lifts up the mattress, drops it, lifts it up, drops it, lifts it up, drops it,
until finally, one day, the mattress crawls out of the pool.
That's the start of the new evolutionary cycle.
A sodden, stinking mattress.
Please stop drinking, Fitz.
You drink because you're anxious, depressed, you get a hangover.
That makes you even more anxious, even more depressed, so you drink even more.
That can't be the answer, Fitz.
Scunthorpe.
- Sorry? - Even Scunthorpe can be the answer.
Question: Name a town due west of Grimsby. Answer: Scunthorpe.
You don't want me to help you?
No.
In our street, the women used to run up and down when a man was sick, or dying, or dead.
I used to watch them clucking, relishing every minute.
Did that man no bloody good whatsoever, but it made those women feel a lot better.
Bullshit. You don't want anyone to help you because only ordinary people need help.
And you think you're special.
Unique.
Sorry to bother you, lads. Did you get off here yesterday morning?
Yeah. - DC Harriman would like a quick word.
Thanks, gentlemen.
Sorry to bother you, ladies and gentlemen.
Anson Road Police. I promise I won't keep you any longer than is absolutely necessary,
but Didn't is vitally important that we have a quick word with everyone on board.
It's about a serious incident...
Psychological profiling isn't a science.
I'm aware of that, sir.
There's nothing stolen.
So, yes, I'd say you were right to consider a racist motive.
It's a classic disorganised murder and I'd guess he's white, unskilled, unemployed,
possibly a member of a far-right extremist group.
A football supporter and he lives local?
Yes.
Right, sir. Thanks very much. Madam, do you travel on this bus very often?
That's great. And if you can think of anything else, get in touch, OK?
- Excuse me, mate. - I've seen your mate.
Weapon in their armoury.
It isn't an exact science.
I must say, Didn't would be wrong of the police to think Didn't Didn't. They don't, of course.
But, um, in this case...
...all we can say Didn't that, probably, he's white, unskilled, unemployed,
possibly a member of a far-right extremist group and the bayonet's interesting, of course.
It might suggest that he's ex-army. A survivalist.
In which case, he would keep himself fit. Sport...
- The Professor's a prick. - Takes one to know one.
Look, the killer's not on the dole. You're not up and about at 7:30am if you're unemployed.
- Come near me again and I'll arrest you. - I don't think he lives local.
There's plenty of housing around here, but he doesn't live local.
You're one of Big Chief Bilborough's Indians, aren't you?
- No. - A pint of bitter.
- You? - No.
Would you like to impress your boss?
No.
Well, if you change your mind, I'll have a large Scotch and dry.
Ta.
There are some questions so obvious that nobody ever bothers to ask them.
Why did the apple fall?
If a killer's on the dole, what's he doing up at 7:30?
Give us a large Scotch and dry.
The disorganised killer doesn't choose his victims,
doesn't hide the body
and usually walks to the scene or takes public transport.
Much more environmentally friendly than his organised counterpart.
He'll probably be unattractive.
Often with low self-esteem.
Sexually impotent, so he invariably lives alone.
In many cases, he'll have had a harsh childhood.
An alcoholic or a violent father.
He'll often take something from the scene. A souvenir.
But it's more likely to be a part of the body rather than a stick of rock.
If there's sexual abuse of the victim, it will take place after death.
Nearly all these killers have themselves been victims of child abuse,
usually at the hands of their violent or drunken fathers.
It's not a phone number. We've checked.
What's that mean?
I dunno. "If" makes sense.
- Talked to the daughter? - There's an old Asian geezer, well respected.
He's having a word, gonna tell her to leave it to us.
Right. British Army bayonet?
Ex-Army shops - tried 'em all.
Survivalist subscriptions? - I think the professor's a prick, boss.
If the killer's on the dole, what's he doing up at half past seven?
And, yeah, he could live local, there's lots of houses round there,
but it's a busy crossroads, he could've been on his way to work, changing buses, anything.
This professor's heard the word skinead and he's jumped to conclusions. We all have.
And how was Fitz?
- Come again? - I said, how was Fitz?
Who's Fitz?
Piano Concerto No. 21 in C Major
Who are you?
- What do I look like? - What do you want?
What do I look like?
What do I sound like?
A Sun reader?
A Fascist? A football supporter? A hooligan, yeah?
Would you please tell me what you're doing in this office?
This is Mozart, right?
Piano Concerto No. 21 in C Major. Yeah?
Yes.
This... was my father's. He fought for this country.
Africa. Egypt. France. Italy.
He died a week ago and there was ten people at his funeral.
You know why there was ten people at his funeral?
Cos he was only a white working-class man, so he didn't matter.
He didn't bleeding matter.
I'm sorry.
You're sorry?
Yes.
I was going to kill a Sun reporter.
I am going to kill a Sun reporter.
But meanwhile, you'll do.
Professor Nolan had been working with police investigating the murder of Shahid Ali,
- a local shopkeeper. - My husband lived for two things.
For his work and for his family.
MRS ALl: He wouldn't harm a fly.
I would just like to meet whoever killed my husband and ask them why.
Why...