Cracker (1993) s01e01 Episode Script

They're off! All the girls a bit slowly away.
Serious Hurry breaks very fast from TM and Henari Video in the early stages, then Kalara, good position, wide from Last Straw d Don't know why d There's no sun up in the sky d Stormy weather TM helping to force the pace d since my man and I ain't together Serious Hurry coming to join the leader d It's raining all the time well past halfway, justovertwo to go.
Serious Hurry just grabs the lead from TM d Life is fair, gloom and misery everywhere - Last Strawbursts through - Yes! - Serious Hurry has it - Come on! Comic Whirlpool and Last Straw are the nearest challengers It's Serious Hurry, as they race inside the final furlong Come on, baby! d I'm weary all the time Serious Hurry wins it, Comic Whirlpool second, Last Straw third d I'm weary all the time Come on.
We're late.
OK, everyone.
Dr Fitzgerald is now ready to give us his lecture.
Spinoza.
Descartes.
Hobbes.
Locke.
Freud.
Adler.
Jung! Meyer! Sullivan! Horney! Pavlov.
End of lecture.
Moral.
What's the moral? The bride in white sees herself as the widow in black.
She's already planning forthe day she'll bury him and she'll be centre stage again.
I rehear sed the death of my father for years.
I even got a little bored.
I knew all my lines, but he was still alive and I never got my opening night.
So go and lock your self away in a room for a couple of days and study what is here.
The thing you really feel, not that crap you're supposed to feel.
When you've studied, shed light on the dark recesses of your soul, that is the time to pick up a book.
Here's the cavalry.
Afternoon, sir.
Sorry about the delay, ladies and gentlemen.
We'll be moving again as soon as possible.
Moving again as soon as possible.
One second, pal, honestly.
- All right, Jimmy.
Sweeney? - Looks like it.
- Scene OfCrime not here? - On his way.
Path as well.
George Wilde, the guard, he found her.
Detective Chief Inspector Bilborough.
We'll need yourshoes, sir.
- Did you touch anything in here? - No.
Statements from everyone.
Reason for journey.
Names and addresses.
Proof of identity.
A seating plan of every compartment, who sat where, who got off, who got on, where they got off, where they got on.
Right.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Detective Chief Inspector Bilborough.
There has been a serious incident on this train.
Your co-operation and your patience would be appreciated.
Thank you.
- How did you pay for your ticket? - Barclaycard.
Why do you need to know that? Just routine, sir.
Was it Sweeney? Dark brown pubic hair.
She wasn't a natural red head.
Was it Sweeney? Throat cut, pubic hair shaven.
All his trademarks.
This is a classic He had her facing this wall.
Can you get one in relation to the window? See the blood pattern? High up, then sloping down.
She's up against this wall.
Blood pressure's sky high.
Fighting for her life.
The blade pierces the carotid artery.
Atiny hole in a high-pressure pipe, the force is amazing.
There's the blood at its highest point.
Then the cut gets bigger.
The pressure drops, she drops.
What's left in her, six pints of blood, say, bubbles out onto the floor till the heart stops pumping.
It's an absolute bloody classic Can you get one of me pointing to it? I'll just do this.
Er, something forthe album.
- 120.
- It'll have to go through Finance.
Come on.
I need it now.
In readies.
Can't be done.
It wasn't quite what I was expecting.
Well, a little controversy, a little phoney passion.
They lap it up.
Bastard.
Oh, shit.
I'd prefer you not to smoke.
Tough.
It's been scientifically proven that I inhale 20% of everything you smoke.
You get it for nothing, though.
- Do you mind? - I'm not getting cancer of you.
Right? - Do we know who she was? - Not yet, sir.
- Where's your mum? - Eh? - Where's your mum? - Out.
- Where? - What? Have you any money? What? I'll put my foot through that thing.
Have you any money? No.
Katie! Katie! In here, Dad! - Have you any money? - No.
- Suppose you're expecting a tip? - Yeah.
Lift your dahlias in the autumn.
- Have you been at this? - No.
You're lying.
I haven't touched it.
Hello.
We're going out.
Sober.
No choice.
d Summertime d Andthe livin' is easy d Fish are jumpin' d Andthe cotton is high d Yourdaddy's rich BILBOROUGH: Will you take the mother? - Yes.
You're good at that kind of thing.
I've had plenty of practice.
Mrs Appleby? d So, hush, little baby d Don't you cry d One of these mornings d You're gonna rise up singing I'll have the lemon sole.
- Would you like anything else to drink? - Yeah, a double Scotch and dry.
- Fitz.
- Yes, dear.
And a couple of bottles of house white.
That all right with you? - Jo? - Fine.
So, a double Scotch, house white.
Would you like anything to start? Erm, another ashtray, please.
d but till that morning d There's a'nothing can harm you Could you just check they're your daughter's? d with daddy and mama standin' by Oh, Jacqui.
Oh, Jacqui, what happened to you, love? There.
We'll get you home soon and you can go to sleep.
You can go to sleep.
Oh, Jacqui There, there.
We're here now.
What were you doing? What were you doing? There - How much do you pay her? - It's none of our business.
- L2, L2.
50, L3? - What do you pay? - We don't have a childminder.
- But when you did, what did you pay? - It was different.
- A pound an hour.
A pound an hour! Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! Yeah, well, I don't spout about exploitation.
I don't spout about I don't spoutl - Hey, come onl feminism and all that bullshit.
- It's not bullshit - Let's talk about the weather.
You're paying some poor down trodden cow L2 an hour to look after your child.
That's enough.
Your child.
The thing that means most to you in the whole world.
L2 an hour? - And you've got a cleaner.
- We'll talk again when you're sober.
You've got that black woman who cleans.
Ideally, she should be a Filipino.
She's black, so that's OK.
- Excuse me, sir? - Am I right? - Yeahl - So how much do you pay her? - The going ratel - L2.
50 Three! L3 an hour! She could make more than that in South Africal No, she wouldn'tl You pay her L3 an hour to clean, so you can teach Women's Studies for L20 an hour.
Do you not think that's a teeny wee bit hypocritical? You up on the podium talking about equality, freedom and feminism and she's at home with her arm halfway down your lavatory! I think what we have here is a failure to communicate.
I'll pay that by cheque.
I'm sorry, sir.
We only take cheques up to fifty.
If you've got problems with your technology, fair enough, happens all the time, - but they're not my problems.
- I'm sorry, sir.
I'll pay by cheque, right? What I'll do is I'll sign the back and put my address on it.
I'm sorry, sir.
- Use this.
- Thank you.
Having problems with the computer.
d from majorto minor d Every time d We say How bad this time? Overthe limit on both cards.
Two grand overdrawn at the bank.
Nothing else? No.
I raised five grand on the mortgage.
Told them it was for a new bathroom.
I forged your signature.
Mark! I want to talk to you.
- I'm busy.
- I want to talk to you.
- Get your things packed.
- What? - Pay no notice.
- We're going to your gran's.
It won't happen again.
I mean it this timel Why not a normal addiction, Fitz? Heroin or cocaine? Do too much and you're dead.
Why pick something so bloody limitless? Bye.
Bye.
What you doing up at this time? You wet the bed again or something? Got to sign on, haven't I? Finally, the custodians of the cottage Shit.
where Wordsworth once lived with his sister.
- Has the paper come yet? - In the bog.
- What? - In the bog.
Oh Oh, God You all right? The Huddersfield train has just arrived on platform seven.
We apologise forthe delay and inconvenience we've caused to travellers.
Thank you.
- There are similarities - They're bloody identical.
- This is your first homicide.
- Second.
First, apart from a domestic This is my twelfth.
You do not use words like "identical".
- OK? - OK.
Right.
We'll do it over here.
Gather round, everybody.
Hello.
Hello.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
In a moment, Miss Parsons will take you to the scene ofthe search and you can get some pictures.
For now, I can tell you that there are similarities between the murder of Jacqui Appleby andthe recent murderof Patricia Garth at Oxenholme railway station.
My officers are working on the assumption that these two crimes are linked.
Ourflrst priority is to trace everyone who got on oroffthe train between Sheffield and Manchester Victoria.
Max! Max, where are you? Jumpedfrom the train.
Smashed himself up.
You can tell where he landed.
Dragged himselfas faras he could.
Blacked out.
Would youjump from a moving train? If I'd killed someone.
Blood on his clothes, blood on the soles of his shoes.
Scratches.
Keep the lads at it.
I want the murder weapon.
We're taking you to hospital.
Doctor Policeman.
- I'm sorry to trouble you.
- Yes? My name's Fitz.
I knew Jacqui.
She was a lovely girl.
I'm really sorry.
- Thank you.
- I'm a psychologist.
She was a student of mine.
I want to help.
I'm good.
I'll catch him.
The police are coping.
Thanks all the same.
Yeah, I know, but if ever you need me Thank you, thank you.
Thank you.
- Amnesia? - Yeah.
Jacqui was blood group B.
That's what they found on his clothes.
His prints are on the door.
Four descriptions of a man in the carriage.
He fits them all.
- Murder weapon? - Not yet, no.
Through here.
Dr Turner, Dr Chong, Detective Sergeant Beck.
How do you do? You'd bettercome through.
I'm Detective Chief Inspector Bilborough.
This is Detective Sergeant Beck.
Hello.
Could you tell us your name, please? There was a girl killed on the train.
You remember that? I've heard them all talking.
They think I did it.
Did you? I don't know.
You were in her compartment.
Your clothes were covered in her blood.
I'm a manual worker, some kind of manual worker.
We're also investigating the murderof Patricia Garth at Oxenholme station flve weeks ago.
Do you remember it? Twice? I've done it twice? Possibly.
How long are you going to keep him in? He could feign amnesia till the cows come home.
- We don't know he's feigning it - Of course he isl You've done test after test There's no physical reason whatsoever.
- None that we've found.
- There are emotional factors to consider.
Murdering women is an emotional factor.
I understandthat, totally.
A question.
If he was just refusing to speak, would you keep him in, then? - No.
- Well, that's exactly what he's doing.
That man should be in a police station, not a hospital bed.
We'll try pentothal.
Do you rememberbeing on the train? No.
Do you remember where you were going? No.
Just the noise and the lift of the helicopter.
Then someone spoke to me.
A policeman? Yeah.
Then the hospital.
- You don't remember the train? - No.
Nothing at all? A sound, a noise, anything at all? My being like this is annoying you, I know.
But it's destroying me.
Prove to me I did this and I promise I'll confess.
I'll sign anything you want I get on the phone.
They say, "Who is it?" I say, "It's only me.
It's only Peter.
" They get onto me.
They say, "It's Charlie", "It's George", "It's Fred.
" It's not "only Charlie", "only George", "only Fred".
There's a fanfare of trumpets with them.
With me it's always, "It's only me.
" You understand the point I'm making? Yeah.
Only me.
Massive inferiority.
Low self-esteem.
It's not low, it's sub-bloody-terranean self-esteem.
A woman fancies me.
I say, what kind of woman is this that fancies me? Where's her wooden leg? A woman marries me well, she must be from outer space, a Martian.
The police have found someone, but he claims he has amnesia.
- What tests have they run? - I don't really know.
How would you go about it? - There's no skull damage, right? - No.
I'd establish it wasn't organic I'd run a live function test.
The chief cause of amnesia in murder is alcohol.
Then I'd run a blood-sugar test for hypoglycaemia.
There's schizophrenia, epilepsy, so I'd need an electroencephalogram.
I don't know.
I'd needto see him.
But if it was none of them? If there's no brain damage, no organic reasons and he's claiming complete amnesia I would say he's having us on.
Ann would like you to get involved.
I thought the police were "coping".
I want to grieve for my daughter.
I can't because he's standing between us.
He's in the way.
And I want him out of the way, forgotten.
I want to be able to grieve.
Sorry to bother you.
I'm DS Penhaligon of Anson Road police station.
You travel regularly on the Manchester-Wigan train? Yeah.
No, it's just a general enquiry.
That's my job.
I knew Jacqui.
Herparents want me involved.
If I need a psychologist They're a bunch of wankers up at that hospital.
You know that.
A bunch of wankers.
They speak very highly of you.
Homicide and amnesia are heavy.
You needto know what you're doing and I do know what I'm doing.
- Thank you.
- Right.
I've forgotten more about amnesia than they'll everknow! I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Jacqui Appleby.
You do not have to say anything.
Anything you do say will be taken down in evidence.
- Do you understand? - Yes.
It's in yourown interests that you are not photographed.
Understand? Yes.
Right, you perverted bastard, now is the time to start talking.
Right? Leave him.
Leave him.
I trust this man, so just leave him, OK? I had a niece that age.
It could've been my niece you butcheredl Leave him for now! That's an order! You twisted gob shite! You'll be remanded.
You know what that means forsomeone like you? Hundreds of blokes like him all wanting to cut your balls off.
See how brave he is then! - You've got one chance.
Me looking after you.
- If I had my way, I'd turn you over to the families.
I know you're lying.
You know you're lying.
- You twisted pervert! - My advice to you is confess.
What makes you tick? Butchering women? - You didn'trape them or rob them, you just - You've got no chance.
- You sick pervert! - We've got blood, scratches, witnesses.
What goes on in that festering pit? I don't know about him.
You terrified me.
- Hi.
Can I see Judith, please? - She's in a meeting.
- How long? - All day.
All day? What's the agenda? Saving the planet? - Open this door.
- I can't.
- Please! - Fitz, I can't.
Oh, my God! Get up, you idle git! Why? Do something with your life! - There's nothing to get up for.
- Lying all day with your hand on your dick! You think I'm listening to you? I'll go and get a bucket of cold water.
I mean it! - You're a joke! - A bucket of water! Do you smoke? I don't know.
Can you smell it? Yeah.
Doesn't it make you want to smoke? No.
- Then you've never smoked.
- Good.
- You think it's a disgusting habit? - Yeah.
But not as bad as murdering young women? You play all naive, innocent.
But you're sharp, educated.
Am I right? I can't remember.
- Why did you go into her compartment? - I can't remember.
- Plenty of space? - Perhaps.
There was plenty of space elsewhere.
Tha train wasn't full.
Was it because you saw a young girl on herown, showing a bit of leg? Yeah.
- You remember? - No.
I'm just agreeing with everything you say.
Amnesia is no defence.
It makes no difference.
You still get life.
If I could remember, I'dtell you everything.
- You trust me? - Yes, of course.
You're a policeman.
If you had a lawyer, he'd tell you to cooperate.
I am cooperating.
I'm to chuck razors out of a train? I'm gonna look a right pillock.
No more than normal.
Do it.
- Who took these? - Me.
I'll see you later.
- Search the train again.
- There's nothing there.
Take it apart.
I want the murder weapon.
Hiya, Kev.
All right? - Got much for me? - Not a lot.
My being like this is annoying you, I know.
Butit's destroying me.
Originally Irish, brought up round here.
Spent a year or two in Spain, Italy or Portugal.
Andthe last 10 or 15 years down South.
Is that it? Listen again.
My being like this is annoying you, I know.
- Butit's dest This man is supposed to be a manual labourer.
"My being like this"? Not "me being like this".
"My being like this is annoying you, I know.
" That's strictly grammatical.
This man's educated.
He knows how to handle his participles.
Nothing yet, sarge.
Can you just double-check under neath those seats? - Have you charged him? - Not yet, no.
Will you charge him? As soon as we flnd the murder weapon.
And if you don't flnd it? You'll have to release him.
We still have 24 hours.
We're doing everything possible.
- No more calls, boss.
- Right Razors Jonesy? Sorted, boss.
- Yeah? What happened.
- The furthest they travelled was 18 metres.
So search 18 metres either side of the track Boss, there's 25 miles of track I know that.
Now find the bastard thing.
Dr Fitzgerald, please.
I'll have a coffee.
Dr Fitzgerald? Bilborough.
I'm sending a car for you.
Hello.
What time do you make it? Ten past two.
They call me Fitz.
What do they call you? I don't know.
"Bloodthirsty murdering bastard.
" - You remember fllling this in? - Yes.
Who's the British Prime Minister? I don't know.
I hadto guess.
You guessed wrong.
I gave you three choices.
- I'm sorry.
- That's understandable.
The President of the United States? Three choices.
You got it wrong.
- I'm sorry.
- It's understandable.
Really.
The leader of the Labour Party? Got it wrong.
The standard rate of income tax? Wrong.
The Chancellor of the Exchequer, the manager of the England football team, the authorof Catch 22, the capital of Sweden, all wrong.
I'm sorry.
You will be.
That is not understandable.
If you close youreyes and stick a pin in, you'd be bound to get at least two right.
The odds against getting them all wrong are huge.
You think I did it on purpose? - Yes.
- I didn't.
Who cares? Nobody ever loses their memory.
It just gets locked away like the mad woman in the attic Occasionally, you hear hers cream, but you daren't unlock the door and look in.
There's a great sadness in your life.
This crime of yours in the grand scheme of things, is nothing.
It's nature.
Nature knows men have to penetrate women or the species dies.
With that at stake, do you think nature cares how we do it? Whet her we say please or thank you? Whet her she's willing? Hm? Sex crimes - a little of what nature requires, taken to excess.
Murder too.
Healthy aggression taken a little to excess.
I'm saying I understand.
Yes? Yes.
They'll crucify you for it, of course.
Know why? Because you've gone and done what they've always wanted to do, deep down in their hearts.
Murdered, butchered, raped.
They'll look at you andthey'll be looking deep into theirown hearts and it will terrify them.
They'll crucify you out offear, not out of decency or justice.
Out offear.
I disagree.
You're walking down the corridor on the train, you go past her compartment.
She's sitting there- young, beautiful, alone, vulnerable.
Everything a woman should be.
She's reading a book.
She's got her legs crossed.
She's showing an inch, maybe two, of thigh.
Warm, soft, smooth, white thigh.
You pull open the door.
Hereyes flicker, but she doesn't look up from herbook.
You sit opposite her.
You look at her.
She can feel you staring at her.
She just stares even harder into herbook, but you know she's not really reading it.
Her legs start shaking to the rhythm of the train.
You want to put your hand on that soft, white thigh, just to stop it from shaking.
If you did that, she'd look at you, she'd smile.
She'd know.
She'd just know.
So, you get up, you open the window.
Your legs brush hers.
She makes a movement.
She shows a little bit more thigh.
You sit down beside her, closer this time, and you can smell herper fume.
And the blood's pumping through her throat.
It's making the silver crucifix around her neck shake and catch the light a little.
She's everything a woman should be.
Alone.
Vulnerable.
You say something.
She looks up from herbook and gives you a yes or a no answer, and goes straight back to the book.
She's dismissed you.
She's dismissed you, the way every woman has always dismissed you.
You'll show her! Even the train's urging you on.
Kill the bitch, kill the bitch! Kill the bitch! They're all the same, aren't they? With theirwhite thighs and their smooth white shoulders and necks.
But underneath it all, they're blood! And fllth and stench and hair! Tatty, matted, disfiguring hair! Kill the bitch.
Kill the bitch, kill the bitch! Kill the bitch, kill the bitch! Is that how it was? Is that how it was? Is it? It's you who needs the psychologist.
- We're closed.
- I know.
Eddie's expecting me.
- Yeah? - How are you fixed, Eddie? No chance, Fitz.
How about cashing a cheque? Am I speaking Urdu or something? Hello.
It's me.
Don't put it down.
Pleasel What do you want? I haven't had a drink or a bet for two days.
That's because you haven't got any money.
Have yourtickets ready.
Tickets ready, please.
Tickets, please.
Would you put it out, please, sir? Ticket, please.
Where did you get on? Erm It was that door.
- Could you tell me where you got this number? You couldn't have done.
We're ex-directory.
- Sorry to trouble you.
- It's all right, come in.
How do you think we feel? Look, I'm putting the phone down.
Would you mind if I had a look round Jacqui's bedroom? No.
Of course.
Have you got kids? Then you should know better.
I'm putting the phone down.
Please don't ring again.
- You haven't done anything since - No.
It's exactly as it was.
She left all her stuff here.
Safer than at the university.
- Do you mind if I - No.
The police have been through it all.
There was nothing there they wanted.
Please, don't! She pitied me, didn't she? She loved you.
I'll leave him.
Whan it's all over.
And she's buried.
Why? It's what she wanted.
I'll leave you, then.
A book.
The Bible.
Just ignore him.
I have.
(Low volume) Your bestor your worst personality feature? Oh, god.
It's not something I'd tell anybody.
My best my best feature.
Sense of humour.
- A colour.
- Red.
- A holiday resort.
- Blackpool.
- A city.
- London.
- Amo, amas, amat.
- Amamus, amatis, amant.
- A sport.
- Rugby.
- A river.
- Tha Thames.
- I knew her.
- What? Jacqui.
I knew her.
Young, beautiful, energetic, intelligent.
Seeing all that in one human being depresses you, doesn't it? It brings it home how pathetic you are, how worthless, how boring, how dead you are.
How unattainable she is.
Makes you want to grab it, snuff it out, kill it, destroy it.
Hm? Is that how you felt? I understand.
Is that how you felt? I've been there.
I've felt that.
- A country.
- Italy.
- A number.
- 211902.
- An animal.
- A dog.
Alpha, beta, gamma, delta.
Epsilon, zeta, eta, theta.
- Who made you? - God made me.
Why did God make you? To know him, love him and serve Him in this world, to be happy with Him forever in the next.
- A writer.
- Dickens.
I know you've got a conscience.
I know that deep down you're a good man.
I've been to the house twice.
Met the parents.
Imagine what you've put them through, what they've been through.
It's not grief.
Grief is a process.
They can't even begin that process, thanks to you.
It's desolation.
Cold, bleak, numb desolation.
The daughter they loved is down in the morgue, in a refrigerated cupboard.
Let them bury her.
They have to bury her.
People will say: he was a killer, he was a butcher, but he did one decent thing.
He confessed, so they could bury their daughter.
It's the one last decent thing you can do.
Please.
Please.