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(tense music)

(door handle rattling)

(door creaking)

(people chattering faintly) (people laughing)

- [Man] So, you're connecting this killing to Neil Byrne?

- I got the impression so was the pathologist.

- Well, Henry's full of theories, he's an alchie.

Didn't you smell the Jack Daniel's?

Listen, right now, I have a major crime wave.

Drugs, extortion, prostitution.

Victims include, tarts, pharmacists,

two charted accountants, and a city surveyor.

Uzis, hatchets, even a knobkierie.

Do you know what a knobkierie is?

- Of course.

- So, we have more important things

to worry about than incest and sheep dipping,

and Neil Byrne did not kill them all.

(bag rustles)

Sorry.

- Oh, no, no, no, you're absolutely right.

I don't think he'll turn out to be a lodger.

- Evidence, George.

Evidence.

Byrne's blonde, right?

So was Edith's lodger.

Only he's gone and dyed it.

- Half the Premier division dye their hair.

- So, you suspect she was killed by a football team?

(door squeaking) (ominous music)

(water burbling)

- Joe's going to go crazy.

- Joe hears what he wants to hear.

And like most men,

he wants to know he hasn't been made a fool of.

(water burbling)

Byrne's no use to us, Dad.

- [Man] The force is involved.

There's no reprieve.

You've still got feelings for him?

- He can help our agenda, Dad.

(water burbling)

(groaning)

(sighing)

(vehicle whirring)

Here come the glee club,

Joe and his boys.

Wish me luck.

- If anything happens to you,

I'm gonna rise out of this bed,

and tear his heart out,

with my bare hands.

- That's my Dad.

(water burbling)

- The consensus says you need a smacking.

- A smacking?

I've done us all a favour.

- A favour, Annie?

How?

- Byrne's out for a reason.

Now, there's no point in Elgin and the Muppets

romper-rooming him to oblivion

until we know what he's up to.

- Which is?

- Whatever it is, there's bound to be a profit in it,

isn't that what you taught me?

- [Man] Don't believe this.

She snatches bloody Byrne from under his nose?

- [Al] You think she shagged him?

- Got a big mouth, Al.

- Man's thinking with his dick.

Back off, Al, unless you're calling me out.

(chuckles)

You went against the vote.

That means grief.

She's all yours, gentlemen.

- [Al] Oh, easy Joe, it's not down to us.

- Your problem, son.

Which reminds me, who's actually in charge here?

- Oh, don't be ridiculous,

it's her's made an asshole of you, not us.

- Who, Al?

- Well, you are, of course, you are.

- Jack.

- Sure, sure,

we don't want to go to war.

- [Joe] I don't care what your motives were,

bring him in.

- [Annie] I have to wait for him to phone.

- Elgin will go with you.

- I have my own people.

- And now you've got one more.

- [Elgin] Ready when you are, Miss Fleming.

- We're opening Lo Strutso tonight,

wear the Prada.

(dog barking)

(tense music)

(siren wailing)

(breathing loudly)

- [Announcer] Increase in the number of people seeking--

- Someone's changed the sign outside

from taxis to casualty right?

- That kettle's boiled.

(announcer chattering faintly)

- How do I do?

- Put it on top of that needle in ashtray.

Let's thread the needle first.

- So, I poured it over the needle,

and the thread, right?

- I have said it.

Pour some of that whiskey on it.

You're allowed to pour alcohol, are you?

- Otherwise, we wouldn't have any Muslim doctors, would we?

(gasps)

More?

- A bit more.

(whiskey burbling)

Now, a little darning.

- You better take some of this.

- No, thanks, I'm driving.

- [Announcer] In Manchester, the horrific murder of--

(speaker drowned out by loud gasping)

Has been linked to the escaped prisoner,

Neil Byrne, who's believed to be still in the area.

Police are seeking-- - Okay, start this end.

- [Announcer] About a man who was renting accomodation

from the murdered woman.

(gasping) - Detective Inspector Ford,

who is leading the investigation,

says they're not ruling out a, with the escaped prisoner.

Neil Byrne was serving two life sentences

for the murders of his wife and four-year-old daughter.

- [Interviewer] So, in your opinion,

the man you're looking for is Byrne?

- [Man] It is, let's say, a possibility.

- [Interviewer] A strong one? (remote clicking)

- People are always so eager, aren't they,

to jump to conclusions?

(gasps)

(door slamming)

(upbeat techno music)

♪ You can't hide ♪

♪ You can try ♪

♪ But you cannot resist, if we insist ♪

♪ Persistent, every instant ♪

♪ Every moment in time ♪

(TV blaring)

(phone rings)

- Wallace.

- [Man] Your man has just phoned Gregg in Isle of Wight.

You want to listen?

- [Wallace] Can we do that?

- Coming through.

Just don't speak or breathe,

and no sneezing.

- [Neil] The more I dig,

the more cages I rattle.

The more I feel in my bones, the killer is here.

I'm so close, you know?

I'm so close.

- Neil, you are no longer an escaped prisoner,

you are now in the frame for a whole new murder.

- Frame being the operative word.

- Was she on to you?

Is that it?

Did she threaten to turn you in?

- All she wants, the poor love, was a bit of company.

She was lonely.

- And you put her out of her misery?

- Do you believe that?

- No.

No, I don't.

But you must come in,

and the word on the landings is,

there's a vote out on you,

open season, or some trigger happy plod?

- Patagonia.

- [Gregg] No deal.

- [Neil] Look, if I give you the page number,

all you've got to do is tell me what's on it.

- I'll tell you what,

I'll do that, if you give me your word, Neil,

to give yourself up by midnight tonight.

That's 22 hours.

- I'm sorry, I can't promise that, Mr Gregg,

I've just been set up for another murder.

I'm going to find out who did it.

- Then I can't help you.

(phone receiver clicking)

(tense music)

- Patagonia.

Mr Gregg, what are you hiding from me?

- [Joe] You're not out of the wood yet, you know.

- [Annie] What wood's that?

- [Joe] Dark and dangerous.

- [Annie] You'll protect me.

- [Joe] It's me you need to fear, girl.

- [Annie] I'll bring in Byrne.

(Joe scoffs)

- [Joe] See the way they looked at me?

Lead by me dick.

Should've hurt ya.

- [Annie] So, why didn't you?

- I should have.

You make me look weak.

- They're terrified of you.

They need you strong.

- After what you did,

I should kill ya.

- I know.

- I know.

(tense music) (bird cooing)

- [Man] All right, how's everything your end?

- [Man] Yeah, fine, mate.

- [Man] What's that?

- [Man] Don't know, I don't see anything.

- [Man] All right, I'll see you in 15.

- I'm just going to check the back gate.

- [Man] Yeah.

(dog barking)

(latch clicking)

(window rustling)

(clock ticking)

(door rustling)

- When I take my hand away,

if you make a noise, I'll slit ya.

Got it?

- My boys, I've got to--

- They're sleeping. - Oh, no!

In the land of nod, you sad turd.

You set me up today.

Was that nice?

- Nothing personal.

It was a policy thing.

(groans)

- And Edith, she was a policy thing too, was she?

You sad old tart, you sick bastards!

Policy?

Well, try this for policy!

- Who's Edith, who the hell's Edith, Edith who?

- Who did that, Alan?

Which of your army of sickos gutted her like a fish?

- On my dear Mum's grave, Neil,

I haven't got a clue what you're on about.

Edith, Edith--

- You wanna live, Al?

We'll see.

Who killed my Alison and Sarah?

Just the truth.

- I can't, I can't--

- Is that a policy thing?

Eh?

Did the outfit vote them dead?

- No.

- Well, who?

Me?

You think I did it?

Come on, Al,

we worked on stuff together for two years.

Do you think I'd take a boning knife

to a woman and a kid?

Do you, Al?

- Truth?

No.

But for two years, Neil,

I never figured you for a police rat either.

- [Neil] How's Annie?

Eh?

Joe, did he knock her about?

- She talked him around like she always does.

Joe's crazy about her.

It's like that guns-in-the-street mini-drama,

never occurred.

He even took her to the opening

of the Lo Strutso Hall last night.

- Next question.

What did Jacko pay me 200,000 for?

- [Man] Is that you, Mr G?

- Yeah, I'm just having a breath of night air.

- [Man] I'll just come up if that's all right.

- Sure.

It's just a routine check.

Go now, I won't tell them anything.

- I know you won't.

(thudding) (groans)

(tense music)

(fire crackling)

- Tell me it's a dream, Neil.

You selfish bastard, you love it.

- Daddy, stop yelling at you, Daddy.

(knocking)

- Are you a minicab or a copper?

- [Neil] Minicab, why?

- We tried one further down the road.

Couple a coppers.

You're on sale?

- [Neil] Yeah, hop in.

(woman exclaims) (laughs)

- [Man] We've been to the fancy dress.

- Yeah.

No kidding.

(bell rings) (doors creaking)

- [Man] Can I help you?

- [Man] Yes, I have an appointment.

- Local CID investigated reports of a fracker yesterday

in the Canal Street facility.

- And why is that of interest to us?

- The informant made a possible ID on Neil Byrne,

who, of course, does not exist.

Also, a positive on one Elgin Gatsby.

- No relation, I take it?

- Joe Connor's enforcer.

- Byrne was a fool coming back,

he could be far away by now.

(knocking) - Sorry, there's a Detective

Chief Superintendent Wallace,

he's-- - I'm making inquiries

about one Neil Thomas Byrne.

- Then you should have made an appointment.

- And you would've refused,

claiming something under the act.

- Probably.

- Won't take long.

- [Man] What was the name?

- Let's pretend that we're both grown-ups, eh?

(scoffs)

- Chief Superintendent.

I, too, have read in the newspapers

about this Byrne person's

alleged involvement in this service.

It is something we never confirm, nor deny.

- I'm afraid I'll require more cooperation

from you than that.

- The day, Mr Wallace,

you come back here with a warrant

signed by the Home Secretary, I might, just might,

be prepared to discuss this firm's business with you.

I wish you luck. - You are aware,

and I know you are,

that innocent people out there will possibly die

in very nasty circumstances, if Byrne is not caught.

- As I say, good luck.

Everything is of relative importance,

you do your job, Inspector-- (phone rings)

- Chief Superintendent.

- Quite, and I shall continue to do mine.

Good day to you.

- [Wallace] You bloody people!

- I know.

(door buzzing) We're such shites.

(slow calming music)

- [Annie] You've got nerve.

- [Neil] Excuse me.

So, what did your father have to say?

- How do you know I've been to see him?

- You went to see your father,

and you faced up to an outraged Joe,

and explained to him how well you did

by saving my sorry ass, was to keep me in play.

- Not bad.

- Then, just to remind him what a lucky lad he is,

you shagged him, senseless.

(Annie speaking in foreign language)

(Annie chuckles)

So.

- So.

- So, after shagging Joe.

- He fell asleep, a deep sleep,

so, I searched the flat.

Do you remember that gold painting?

- He paid 10 grand to the crew that nicked that.

- That's the one.

Well, behind there, I found this folder.

So, I borrowed it, copied it, and put it back.

- And?

- Bank details, offshore funds.

- It keeps coming back to money.

- Well, of course, this outfit's raised on debts, isn't it?

- Have you got anything else for me?

Look.

I'll keep my part of the deal.

- As long as you know what you've taken on.

- If you can sleep with a man you hate,

and he can't see that,

what am I to make of this?

- I'm a lost soul, Neil.

What else do you need?

- I think the boys are too comfortable.

What's dearest to their hearts, eh?

What'll hurt their pockets most?

(people chattering faintly)

- Five across.

(people chattering faintly)

- [Neil] See you, Annie.

- [Man] Excuse me.

(siren wailing)

- [Woman] Okay, boys, what have you got for me today then?

- Lower left torso,

brain cortex penetrated by cervical columns C's one to four.

Morning, gents.

- [Man] Is this our architect?

- City surveyor to be precise.

Fit man for his age, look at his muscle tone.

- [Man] Maybe he was a jogger?

- Of a horizontal variety.

He has a rare case of syphilis in the secondary development.

That TB beast.

So, Edith Ramsey?

- Number 11 17.

How much adrenaline?

- [Pathologist] Not a lot.

- Adrenaline?

- Somebody who dies violently and did not see it coming

has less adrenaline in the blood

than someone who was, say, tortured.

- And Edith had low adrenaline.

Which means that she died almost immediately and was not,

at first, afraid when confronted by her killer.

- Most killers who butcher their victims like to keep

the poor souls alive for as long as possible.

That's the nature of sadism.

- But Edith Ramsey was killed instantly,

and then filleted post-mortem?

- Immediately post-mortem,

else there would have been far less blood

all over the place.

- Which denotes what?

- Anger?

Morbid pathology?

- There was a disturbing suggestion

of psychosis in this chap's handiwork.

Speaking as somebody who cuts up bodies for a living.

- Is this rare?

Killing first, and then ripping up the cadaver?

- Rare enough.

- [Pathologist] There is one other relatively recent case.

- Alison and Sarah Byrne.

- Byrne's our man.

- Pity.

I was beginning to root for him.

- [Man] He was this close to finishing us off.

If it weren't for that Ali Kahn,

we would've had that other bloke.

Behave.

Ali loads up in the rock salts.

- Still blow your head off at short range.

- Yeah, but that other guy, he went apeshit.

He really knew his stuff.

- What's a mad bastard like that doing

working in a bloody minicab office, eh?

That's what I wanna know.

- [Man] Hello, boys.

How'd you like some smoke on the management?

- [Man] Very nice.

- [Man] How about Nick Upman?

- [Man] I think we need a major sports name.

I like Murray Walker.

- [Man] Get in, see, niner!

- [Man] Bugger!

- [Al] Annie tells me you're doing a salmon on Sunday.

- [Jack] Yep, yeah, Wendy's cooking it herself.

Freshly poached, with new potatoes,

and singles on mayo.

- [Joe] I'm more of a pig's trotters man, myself.

- [Al] Oh, pig's trotters, I love them!

- [Joe] Done crispy, you know, like peking duck.

- [Al] With raspberry coulis.

- [Joe] Don't talk daft.

- Now, that is what I call a 27 million squid view.

- Just think, three years ago this was a rubbish dump.

- The Northern Eagle hotel and leisure complex,

our flagship.

It's already booked solid for the first three weeks.

- [Jack] No kidding. (chuckles)

- [Joe] Any news on Byrne?

- Coppers think he killed that old bird.

You know, the traffic warden's widow.

Gutted.

Like a halibut.

- Like a halibut?

I like that.

- [Al] Here comes Elgin in a hurry.

- [Joe] Heard from him, Alan?

- [Al] Elgin?

- [Joe] Neil Thomas Byrne.

- [Al] No.

- All right, son, take your time,

remember what happened at the marathon.

- I think we found Byrne.

(upbeat music)

- That book you're always reading.

- The Oxford Book of English Humour, yeah?

- How come you never laugh?

- It's not very funny.

- Strange race, the English.

(hums) (thudding)

- It's interesting seeing what they laugh at.

(thudding)

(door crashes)

- See if I get this right.

You don't want a minicab?

- [Man] Big issue?

- No, bruv.

- Spanish does not look like this, sir.

No way, man.

Spanish John is off a container load of lorry parts

from Bremer Island.

- Lorry parts?

- Cost him two grand.

He's a bird of passage.

- Illegal immigrant.

- But, now he's married to me sister, Anisha.

- That to get UK nationality.

- When was that?

- What do you reckon, Skankie?

About two month ago?

- About 10 weeks.

- How come he's so tasty then, this bird of bloody prey?

- Passage.

- When I want your input, I'll dial 100, all right?

- He's a curd.

- Spanish John's a curd?

- Freedom fighter.

- Curdish John just don't sound right.

- [Elgin] Shut it!

- And it were him who beat up

your two would be robbers?

- Spanish is a wanted man, in Turkey,

but he don't look like this.

- Sir, maybe you could take him on.

- Doing what?

I've got plenty of helpers.

- Oh, he's a terrific cook.

Do you need a cook?

You must know someone who could hire him.

Spanish was a sous chef

before he was involved in all that fighting.

- I don't need a cook.

- You might hear something.

This is my card.

Maybe John can give you a ring.

Have you got a number?

- We're out of here.

- It's rare we meet men at the top.

Can I just make one small complaint?

- Complaint?

- Well, you see,

I pay 200 a week, insurance, let's call it,

yet two hoodlums come in here, shooting off guns,

and if it hadn't been for me brother-in-law,

I'd a been robbed.

- And?

We are the small men.

I don't mind paying insurance

to the new organisation.

I know my 200 must seem like nothing to you,

but there's a lot of us and it all adds up.

These two cheap hoods showed no respect

to the people pay for protection.

- Hey, we don't use that word.

- Gentlemen has a point.

Get someone to have a word with them two cowboys.

Okay?

- Thank you, sir.

Oh, and if you hear of anyone

needing a cook-- - Out.

(door squeaking)

(door thuds)

- I think I might burst into tears.

(classical music) (birds chirping)

- [Man] Well well, Mrs Evans.

- I must be mad.

- I've made some Pimms, would you like some?

- I'm driving.

- Not for a while, I trust?

(moaning)

- [Evans] God, this is so wrong.

(grunting)

I know.

I know.

(grunting) (moaning)

(tense music)

- Tony.

Can we talk about a huge promotion now?

(Tony gasps) (chuckles)

(clicking)

(dial clicking)

(door creaking)

(device beeping)

(device humming)

(device humming)

(loud groaning)

(device humming)

(device humming)

(dial clicking)

(safe clicking)

(device beeping)

(phone beeping)

(dial beeping)

(phone rings)

- Gregg?

- I'll be brief, page 224 in the book,

there's numbers on it.

List of serial numbers.

Get a man in, and I'll call you back.

- And what do I get in return?

- I'll make you an offer you can't refuse.

- Book, what book?

- [Wallace] Patagonia, according to their last tete-a-tete.

Who does this man, Gregg, think he is?

I'll give him bloody book!

- Maybe we can persuade Gregg

to negotiate with the chummy yuppie,

and flush him out.

(phone ringing)

- [Wallace] You know, maybe you're not

just an ugly face, after all.

- And how do we sell it to him?

- [Wallace] Vanity.

The man's vain.

(siren wailing)

(water burbling)

- Do you suppose their CID'll find him

before we can squeeze him dry?

- The tartan muppets?

Wallace and Gromit find Neil Byrne.

No, I think that's down to you, my love.

(siren blaring)

- What's going on out there?

- Joe.

- Elgin.

They finally caught up with you then?

- You're not going to like this, Joe.

- Why not pray?

- Well, 'cause every fire engine in town,

is on its way to the Northern Eagle.

(sirens blaring)

- [Joe] Elgin.

- [Elgin] Joe.

- [Joe] Drop everything, use everyone.

- [Elgin] Everyone?

- Every whore, bent copper, taxi driver,

pusher, user, even the lowlife scum in this organisation,

find Neil Byrne and bring him to me.

I want a word with him, before he eventually dies.

(people chattering faintly)

- [Man] Thanks for coming in.

The subject is Neil Byrne.

I've spoken to Milbank and the feeling is

the man's become too much of a loose cannon

to leave to the CID.

- Or, indeed, to the tender mercies of the Connor Syndicate.

- Now, I'm confused.

Now, isn't the syndicate, the outfit, the mafia, or the mob?

- It's organised crime by any other name, Hugh.

But, I didn't call this meeting to decide on semantics.

- [Man] You want us to bring in Byrne?

- [Man] Just so.

Ideas?

- I have one.

The radio game.

- [DJ] You're listening to your favourite station, MCX 1V,

Manchester's ever popular,

late night nostalgic sounds of 60s radio.

Well, that of course,

that last track was the one and only Eric Clapton,

with Snake Drive.

Now, out of interest,

can anyone tell me the name of the group,

and don't say The Yardbirds.

Bluesbreakers.

- [DJ] That's right, it was the Immediate Allstars.

Okay, right now I have a very sexy young woman

sitting next to me.

Her name is Alicia.

Some of you may remember.

Alicia, isn't that a very smoochy name?

Alicia and me went to uni together,

and we nearly went out together once.

(chuckles) Hi, Alicia.

- [Alicia] Hi, Jeff.

- [Jeff] And Alicia has tonight's riddle,

a popular moment in our show.

- [Alicia] Okay, my 1st first name was James

without a 'cause.

My 2nd give access out of doors.

Chatanuga rings bells,

and the bells are for matins,

confidences will be respected,

and much there is to tell.

- [Jeff] Good grief, well,

that'll be repeated during the programme.

Alicia, choose the next number.

- [Alicia] I'd like "Too Much, Too Young",

by The Specials.

- [Jeff] Ah, well, you can't have it,

it's in the wrong decade for this hour anyway.

Try again.

- [Alicia] "Tea For Two"?

- [Jeff] Not on this show, baby.

I don't know what the stunning Alicia is on,

but keep taking the medication.

Okay, a bit later on,

we're gonna be talking to some of the ex-stars.

(woman chattering faintly)

(train whirring)

- So, you think I'm old enough

to remember James Dean, do ya?

- Neil, it's all over.

- Bitch.

- There's no where to run, you'll be safer back inside.

- Why does everybody say that to me?

- Stand still, Byrne.

We are armed.

(gun clicks)

(thudding)

(woman yells)

- Stop, or I'll fire!

(man shouting faintly)

(tense dramatic music)

- [Man] Come on, give it up!

- [Man] Get out of the way!

(train squealing)

- [Man] Don't let him cross the tracks!

(man shouting faintly)

(man shouting faintly)

- [Man] Give up!

- [Man] We gotta get to him,

he's heading for the bridge!

(exclaiming)

(gun clicking)

(siren wailing)

- [Neil] Thought I'd ceased to exist?

- Drop the gun.

- I ain't got a gun.

- Drop the gun, man!

(siren wails) (gun firing)

(Neil yelling)

(dramatic music)