FITZ: He wears a mask. There's nothing unusual about that.
Lots of rapists wear a mask.
But he tries to form a relathonship with his victim.
That is unusual. A masked rapist 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 mars face.
(Turns tape off)
MALE CALLER: You know all this by talking to the victims.
Do you realise what you're saying, Dr Fitzgerald?
You tell me.
If you hadrt spoken to the victims, you wouldn't know about the mask.
And you wouldn't know he's scarred or deformed, yeah?
FITZ: Yes.
So if I was this rapist, you'd advise me to kill my victims in the future?
PRODUCER: Fitz, I'm taking him off.
FITZ: I don't quite understand the questhon.
Should the rapist kill 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 rapist kill his victims in the future?
Is that what you advise?
PRODUCER: Our next caller is Jane from Eccles.
WOMAN: No, not Jane from Eccles. Jane Eccles from Salford. I was wondering...
- Have you seen Penaligon? - No.
(Engaged tone)
FITZ: Show me a man, and I will show you a potenthal killer, a potenthal rapist.
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 civilisathon.
But he's still in me - the killer, the rapist.
Buried deep, growling occasionally, just like the tomcat in the alley.
(Burst of music) - Some music, I think.
(Rewinds tape)
FLO YD: You'd advise me to kill my victims in the future?
(Doorbell)
(Knock at door)
(Knocking)
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 raped, sir.
(Hair dryer on)
(Hair dryer off)
- 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 rape again.
I wanted him to rape 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.
Havert I?
Otherwise I've given 14 women a heap of... bullshit.
I don't think I can live with that.
(Starts car)
Belle Vale.
(Engaged tone)
(Hangs up and redials)
(Engaged tone)
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?
(Pounding music)
- 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.
(Doorbell) - Yes, that could well be the case.
Although personally, Mark, personally,
I think you're just a bone-idle git!
(Thunder)
- 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 wasrt 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 rape, the coppers think I'm some prostitute 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 Penaligon know?
- Havert you heard? - What?
He raped 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 knfe to my throat.
- Then he went... - (Knock on door)
Do you mind if I...?
Then he put the knfe 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.
(She cries)
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.
FITZ: Different MO. Different man.
You were raped by somebody else.
You know this man. It's someone you know with a very distinctive voice.
- That's why he sahd 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?
TANNO Y: Floyd Malcolm, cubicle 2.
TANNO Y: 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 mincab.
Who told you that? Whoever told you that's a lhar.
- 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?
(Knock at door)
(Knocking) - I want to be alone.
FITZ: Greta Garbo.
Before my time.
FITZ: 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, skint.
Drunk, mhddle-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 rapist,
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.
Andrew?
- Maddie? - (Cat meows)
(Creaking)
(Cat meows) - Maddie?
(Cat meows)
(Screams)
Just shut up! Just shut up!
Just shut up!
(Laboured breathing)
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.
And I'm sorry, but there's only one way I know of doing that.
(Running tap water)
I've got to do it, Deborah! I've got to do it!
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.
FITZ: A brand-new pair of leather gloves.
FITZ: I'm gonna catch this man.
He does this.
He's close?
FITZ: He hurt you, someone I care about.
PENHALIGON: Yes.
Breathing on you?
PENHALIGON: Whisky.
FITZ: Leather gloves, drinks whisky.
- He's... FITZ: He's not short of money.
...pulling me...
FITZ: 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.
- (Sniffs) - 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 Provishons act, 1976.
I'd lhke you to come to the stathon, please, sir.
Two police cars! Three coppers! Havert 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 raped. That's the point. People getting raped and murdered.
And what are the coppers doing? Arresting cab drivers for picking up on the street.
Floyd.
(Phone ringing)
Fitz.
- I took your advice. - Who's speaking?
Never mind who's speaking. You're the man from the radho?
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 killing them?
Answer my question. What do I get for killing them?
FITZ: Life.
Now they're dying. They're dying and it's down to you!
- It's down to you! - You need help.
If you hadrt poked your nose in, I'd have just given them one and let them go!
- Did you rape a woman in Belle Vale? - You had to poke your nose in.
- So now they're dying. - Did you rape yesterday in Belle Vale?
No!
Are you black?
Deborah?
You upstairs?
(Water dripping)
(Knock at door)
(Knocking)
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.
(Gasping)
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 killed!
- 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.
FITZ: We're looking for a young black male. He's got his own transport. He's scarred...
WOMAN: 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 murdered?
- 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.
10:46, a teenage girl delivers leaflets.
12:02, a white Vauxhall Cavalier, registration number EYK 493K,
cruises up and down the street.
2:15...
...the window cleaners.
Oh, I want a trial.
I want him to have a shit-hot lawyer determined to break me down.
"Oh, no, Your Honour, I'm perfectly certain of the time.
100% certain."
2.45, a mincab,
registration number TFR 665X,
cruises up and down the street.
4:20...
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.
(Sobs) Why kill her? He didn't kill the others. Why kill her?
We're gonna get this man.
We'll get him.
(Doorbell)
No, don't hang up.
Keep talking.
Talk when you're ready. It's OK.
BECK: My boss dhed a while ago.
SAMARITAN: I'm sorry.
And er... I don't really fit in without him.
SAMARITAN: 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 killed 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 rape 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 killed.
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.
(Barking)
- Wilson Parry? - Yeah?
I'm DC Harriman.
A minicab was seen at 2:45 on Stevenage Drive.
Me, yeah.
- You drove up and down. - Yeah?
Why?
I was looking for number 202. Couldn't find it.
I blew in. It was Stevenage Road.
Right. Thank you.
- No problem. - (Baby crying)
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?
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 raped by somebody else.
(Doorbell) - 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!