All language subtitles for Cracker S03E05 Best Boys - Part Two 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE_track3_[eng]

You behave yourself,
this is a funeral.

You didn't have to come.
Oh, I did, sir. To watch him burn.

Don't lay a finger on me, pervert!

I know exactly why you killed her.
I did not do it.

We're looking for two people,
and he is not one of them.

Here we go, Russell Bloody Grant.

You're gonna die, McVerry!

Why did you do it?

Grady, we did it.

TRAIN BRAKES

Cutting a red one.

You know that's a symptom of
premature ejaculation.

The cleaners found him this morning.

There was a stag night, but the
manager says there was no trouble.

There was none at my stag do either.

The next 30 years buggered me up.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

What did that?

A leather belt and a bottle.

Ian McVerry, social worker.

Oh, a social worker.
And you want a motive!

Cuts all over.
The artery was severed

when the neck was under pressure.
Human hair under the nails.

What does all that mean in Scouse?
Attacked from front and rear.

Secured behind
and attacked from in front.

Just like Mrs Franklin.

Wasn't she attacked
from the front first?

Doesn't matter.

He overcame one person, banged his
head off the floor.

Then the stronger one comes up from
behind and garrottes him.

It's emotionally identical
to Mrs Franklin's.

Except you just said 'him'.
Did I?

'He banged his head off the floor.'

I thought we were looking for a man
and a woman.

One older, one younger, one taller,
one shorter.

Father and son?

We'll check
the tenants' statements.

BABY CRIES

God...

Attaboy.

I think this is a new relationship.

I think... Mrs Franklin discovered
something.

Something that caused a big enough
row to warrant her murder.

What is there to discover? Sex.

She discovered sex between a man
and a boy.

That started the row.

'That's what got her murdered.'

He was called from the meeting at
eight and took the call here.

He left when?

He never came back,
so about five past eight.

We assumed he'd just gone home.

Is this his office diary?

That's confidential.

Clients' names and addresses
are in there.

We are investigating a murder.

I can't offer them as suspects.

Client privacy is very important.

Have you ever worked
in a hairdresser's?

No.

Just curious
about the use of the word 'clients'.

Only older staff find it a problem.

Really? Ian McVerry was stabbed 20
times with a broken bottle.

He lost six pints of blood.

We think one of 'our clients'
did it.

So can we see the diary?

TOILET FLUSHES

POLICE RADIO: "DC Temple, report
back."

OK, let's go and get that telly on.

Diane Nash.
Yeah.

DS Jane Penhaligon.

Can I talk to you about Ian McVerry?

You rang him last night.

Look, let's nip and see your gran.

Are they police?
Just get in the car.

Give me your money!

Where did you get this?

A child we fostered - William Preece
- came round.

He was making a nuisance of himself.

It was a bit silly, so I phoned Ian,
he came round,...

..sorted out the problem and left.

Talk me through that.

Well... took him back
to the children's home.

William's coming to the end
of a long-term care order.

What age will that be, 17?

On March 23rd.

And you fostered him when?

'85 to the end of '86.

Were you threatened?

Not threatened, no. William's not -

17 can be a bit intimidating.

Look, I don't really know him any
more.

If you want a social history,
ask McVerry.

Tricky.

He was murdered last night.

I'm sorry, it's...

Oh, good God!

When he left with William, were they
alone?

'B.N.' Two exclamation marks.

That was the entry in McVerry's
diary.

Now the 'B' could be William.

But his name's Preece, so what do
you think 'N' stands for, Mrs Nash?

Look, I want my husband here.

Come in.

Sir, Fitz's son is at the front
desk.

Right. Cheltex Factory, Dayton Road.

Young fellow, William Preece
or Nash. Check his records.

Right.

LAUGHTER

Behave.

Where've you been?

Dentist's. I needed a filling.

Slope off again without permission,
and the whole lot'll need
replacing.

Dickhead. Don't know how he got in
the police force.

I ran away once. I hid here the best
part of a week.

I'm sorry. I didn't know she was
there. Just talk to me!

Out.

I said... out!

This is not just about you, it's
about me, you prick.

I don't know where you wanna go, but
you're not taking me with you.

All right!

Nobody asks for an eight-year-old.

We asked for a baby.

I wanted a baby.

We were going to foster him for a
few months but he seemed so happy.

He just blended in.

It seemed like he'd been with us
forever.

So we signed the forms and applied
to adopt.

And then you got pregnant.

A bit of a shock.

You constructed a new family round
you to fill in the gaps,...

..and then you get pregnant.

Ironically, he probably helped you
conceive your first child.

You were carrying a Premier Division
player,...

..and you were looking
at a sub in the spare room.

It wouldn't have been fair!

We'd never have treated them the
same.

He resented anything that changed
our relationship.

So you cancelled the adoption.

Yes.

You cancelled William.

Yes!

If they catch us, what's our story
gonna be?

I want them to know that we're
together.

Oh, yes...

Come 'ere! Come 'ere!

PLAYFUL LAUGHTER

Come 'ere!

SHRIEKING

Where do we find this lad?

Well, the bloke who'd know
is Stuart Grady.

Grady - the day-shift foreman.

We'll be here all bloody day.

47 Banville Road.

You what?

47 Banville Road.

That's Franklin's house.

Now is that a 3 or an 8...

No, no, it's a 3. Flat 3.

Shit!

Rip this room apart. We want the
murder weapon.

Someone interviewed this guy after
Mrs Franklin was murdered. Who!

I think it was Skelton.

Well, go and fetch him!

Grady and William Nash got to work
after midday.

Their shiftmates were interviewed.
They both left at three.

So the Flying Scotsman wasn't wrong.
No. That's the Grady stuff.

Ex-Army.

Let go 18 months ago. 'Incompatible
behaviour' is all they'll say.

Lean on them.

No way!

Look, Skelly -
No way! This is my big chance.

You're new, allowed a mistake.
I've had all mine.

Hey! Look at me!

I'm not allowed any mistakes.

Skelton - you're going to Preston.

What?
Bretherton Barracks.

Grady got hoofed out the Army.
Find out why and get a photo.

Thanks.

We're just rid of one shit, we don't
need another! You interviewed Grady.

Don't do that!

If I report you now, you can write
your promotion off, Jane. Back off!

He said it was his son.

He opened the door with
a Walkman on.

Nobody else heard anything, so I
wrote them off.

I swear, I looked round the flat and
saw nothing. He said it was his son.

I even checked again today. You'd
have believed him!

So you blame a new DC to save your
career.

Skelly could've taken it on the
chin. I won't.

Did you get a good look at them
both? You can describe the kid.

Yeah.

What happens now?

What are you asking me for?

'October 10th. Treated like shit by
Penhaligon.'

'Bilborough told me to ignore her.'

'November 5th. Woke up crying.'

'Bilborough's death.'

'Catriona asked me to be godfather.'

I found Jimmy Beck's diary.

I know what he did to you.

Where is it?

I've got it.
Where is it?

Safe. I swear. Nobody else saw it.

I didn't know how to bring it up
before.

You've not exactly been
approachable.

It's in my locker.

Stapled envelope with your initials
on it.

All right, driver!

Judith.

Will you just stand still!

I don't want you to do anything,...

..just tell me where you keep his
pyjamas and things.

You don't have to feel this way.
You don't have to feel guilty.

Oh, I don't.

It doesn't have to be me,
I can recommend somebody.

Wrong!

This isn't post-natal depression. I
had that the first time.

And the resident shrink missed the
symptoms.

The only reason you'd recommend
anyone is for yourself.

You want me better so we can get
back to your terminal existential
crisis.

You've had it so long it's made the
house smell. This is mine!

Mine - and I've never felt better.

So keep your hands off!

That's enough.

Shit...

I'll do it.
Be careful!

Grady! No! Grady!!

(SCREAMS IN TERROR)

C'mon, quick!

C'mon!

LOUD EXPLOSION

Stuart David Grady, aged 35.

Ex-Army. Brown hair, grey eyes, six
foot tall. Skelton.

Kicked out for 'inconsistent
behaviour'.

Court-martialled for fighting.
Bright, but impatient and volatile.

Page two. Photofit of William Preece
or William Nash. Age 17.

Why haven't we got a proper photo?

In the most recent, he was only
eight.

Who interviewed these two people
yesterday?

I did, sir.

William Nash has brown hair, brown
eyes, he's around 5"9'.

..slimmer than Grady and I think he
had a Manchester or Bolton accent.

Grady said Nash was his son.

When I checked, Nash has no named
father, so it might be the truth.

You believe that?

If that's so, we've no motive.

We won't let intelligence
spoil a good profile.

Go to the back of the queue. These
are facts.

I said two people.
You disagreed. I was right.

I said one older, one younger, one
taller, one shorter. I was right.

I'm only saying the two have just
met.

Still conceivable
if he was an absent father.

What does it matter? We know who
we're looking for.

Are you stupid or is it me?

It changes how they work. And how we
take their confession.

Father and son do not work the same
as star-crossed lovers.

They don't know each other well.
Death In Venice before the hair dye.

Where?
Carrington Dock.

Grady's burnt-out car's found.

There were screams. The young fella
may be hurt. Hospitals...

OK, OK. Are you ready

One, two, three, c'mon.

Aagggh!

It's OK. It's OK.

Hang on.

We'd lit a barbecue and it didn't
take.

I threw on some fuel and some
must've caught his jeans.

It just went up. It was my fault.

OK. I'll just grab some fresh
gloves.

Judith!

Judith!

BECK: 'Do you fantasise about rape?'

FITZ: 'But she
doesn't include violence.'

'Do you fantasise'
PENHALIGON: 'Sometimes I do.'

'I've been raped, sir.'

WISE: 'I never heard that.'
'DS Beck raped me, sir.'

'Are you accusing me of rape?'

'Yes.' 'Let's have this out
in front of the boss.'

WISE: 'Get me evidence, and I'll
help.'

'You believe I could rape you!'

'You're dead, Jimmy.'

It's not too serious, but I want
a plastic surgeon to take a look.

Are you glad you met me, Grady?

As you're in a Julie Andrews kind of
mood, this may be a good time to ask.

I desperately need a bed for
tonight.

Judith's decided to flat-pack our
bedroom,...

..and I suspect I might be next.

I do literally just need a bed for
the night. Literally.

Obviously.

Although I could be harassed into
more.

I would like more.

(SIGHS)

No.

If you don't like me pissed, tonight
might be a bit of a disappointment.

St Martin's. They're there. Grab
Temple.

Move!

What do you mean, 'Move'!
What are you doing

You can't leave like this!

Let go!
Nurse! Call security!

Out of my way!

Shit!

Move, Bill!

That's bloody Grady.
Confirm suspect sighted.

In a blue BMW, reg G985-something.

He's heading towards the side gates.

Grady's down. Repeat - Grady's down.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of
murder. (RECITES CAUTION)

Just Grady.

..may be given in evidence. Where is
William Nash?

Who is William Nash?

Grady!

Grady!

Grady!

# If you were the only girl in the
world...

# ..and I was the only boy... #

Where's your lawyer, Stuart?

When I arrived, he was down in the
cells briefing you.

I nipped to the gents,...

..when I got back he was out of the
door like a whippet.

Not the man for a challenge, h'mm?

I sacked him.
Oh.

I fantasise about sitting like this,
face to face with a lawyer.

He's desperate for my wisdom, but
I've a virus and lost my voice.

So I must write everything down.

So I'm scribbling and grinning away,
cos for every note I pass him,...

..I'll charge the bastard £25 plus
VAT.

Would that not make you cream,
Stuart?

No.

What's your most vivid fantasy,
then, h'mm?

What would you most like to think
about? Right now.

Go on, close your eyes, forget
you're in this shit.

Try and get a taste of it, go on.

No.

They can't touch you for it.
I don't want to.

Go on, it'll relax you,
it'll make you feel good.

I don't want to be relaxed.
Do I have to talk to him?

Ask your lawyer.
Arsehole.

No, but thanks anyway.

Fitz?

Right, I'm off, then. I'll not stay
where I'm not wanted.

This is the day you have to account
for all the dreadful things you've
done before they take you down.

I wanted to help you with that.
No-one else will.

Your lawyer won't, because he knows
you're gay.

What's happened?

Nothing. It's fine.

Where's Judith?

Resting.

Why can't you make her feel better?
She doesn't want to feel better.

Because she knows you're waiting
for it, to scrub out your own guilt.

'I have no guilt about all those
I have sacrificed.' Who said that?

Judas Iscariot.

Jeremy Beadle.

Your guilt about making her feel
worse, you arrogant tit.

Heard it. Heard it.

You know she's divorcing you.
What?

Her mother said she had a drink
with her lawyer yesterday.

She's pulled that stunt before.

Flirts with him and makes sure I
hear.

It's childish. Sad and childish.

Your wife's having a breakdown,
for God's sake!

Don't you dare tell me about my
wife, you overgrown, under-qualified

impotent wee shite!

BABY SCREAMS

Shit.

Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy, sorry.

Dear, dear, dear.

Hey, who are you meant to be
interviewing?

Those fights you picked in the Army
were special.

Real men, men like yourself.

One or two of the men singled you
out, saw a weakness.

Said something 'sensitive'.

So you decked them, wallowed in the
brutality, the testosterone.

'Volatile temper.'

Put you back on track with the lads,
eh?

Did it never occur to you how they
knew,

those ones who spotted your secret?

Come on, Grady, takes one to know
one.

Those guys you chinned, any one of
them could have been your future.

Did you tell Bill about your wife
and child?

No. Why not?

Because Bill was special.

Because he looked at you long enough
to make sure you knew what he meant?

A strong young man.

Did he make the first move?

You looked at him and you saw a
braver version of yourself.

Come on, Grady, this is your one
chance to let the light in.

What age is your mum?

(SIGHS) 54.

What age was Mrs Franklin?

Late forties?

About the same age.

Your father would be difficult for
all the usual reasons.

Same reason your lawyer left, I
guess.

One man smelling of two men's
aftershaves.

Gets the old antibodies going.

Your mother would be quite
different.

She spent a quarter of her life...

..personally supervising your
development.

She'll be devastated.

When Mrs Franklin found you and
Bill, you saw her but you were
letting down your mum.

Weren't you, Stuart?

Nothing happened.

A whole generation of women
screaming 'What a waste!'

You couldn't face it.

You attacked Mrs Franklin because
you were letting women down.

I didn't.

I know you didn't.

Bill attacked her.

She went for you, Bill attacked her.

He leapt to your defence because
he wanted you to be happy. He loves
you.

What're you talking about! What's
he talking about!

Look at me, Stuart.

Nothing happened.

Look at me.

Nothing happened because you always
prevented it from happening.

The wife, child, Army, the
factory...

You surrounded yourself with real
men in case you weakened.

You're not unique.
Sit down!

I want another lawyer.
I'll get you one - now siddown!

Just go ten yards from here to get
some honest answers.

There's one hundred, two hundred
coppers - 90% male.

Minimum number 18 - 18 who feel as
unique as you do.

I swear...

..I never touched him.

That's the waste, Stuart. You never
did it.

You never said it.

Bill Nash offered you the best ever
chance of making all this mean
something.

Your legs went, you could hardly
breathe.

I understand it so well, it's
breaking my heart.

It's tragic that you should do and
feel all this... and not say it!

You love him, Stuart.

And if you love him you must tell us
where he is.

I can't.

We have to speak to him.

You didn't go home
after you killed McVerry.

They'll take him back to Sowerby.

It'll do his head in. He's had
twelve years of all that.

That's why the social worker went
down. That bastard deserved to die.

All Bill wanted was an hour with his
family, a chance to talk.

And that bastard started dragging
him off like a convict.

He's 17, and he's been through all
that shit.

At 17, I was signing up for this
country.

Bill is owned... by everybody but
himself.

And I'm the only one who's showed
him any respect!

Mr and Mrs Nash are not Bill's
parents.

He told me, then he told me what
they did to him.

Yeah, well, I think he's paid them
back.

Phone calls. Eighty in one night.

They changed their number 12 times
and even changed the address.

Good. Straight in. Make 'em suffer.

They're the bastards who should
be sitting here.

Right. But it's different now.

He has someone committed to him.
You've killed for him.

We did it together!

You and Bill killed Mrs Franklin

Yes!

Ian McVerry.
Yes!

Three days of intensive
training, you were like that.

(SOBS) Yes.

He could stand up for himself -
you liked that.

I'd give anything to be like him.

Anything!

He's fallen in love and killed in
one week,...

..and he's separated.

And Bill doesn't cope well with
that. I think we should find him.

No chance.

He's gonna fly now.

You wouldn't think it to look at
him,...

..but he really does know how to
survive.

How closely have you looked?

Here?

Here?

Here?

Five suicide attempts - two
overdoses, one near fatal.

If he told you he was a survivor,
I'm afraid he lied.

If he told you he was a man, he
lied.

Bill Nash is still very much a
child.

Are you going to help him?

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Brand's Mill.

Back of the canal.

He's on the third floor.

Wait. Wait!

He's got a gun.

What gun?

It's mine.

PHONE RINGS

ANSWERPHONE RECORDS MR NASH: "It's
me, love."

"I can't remember whether I'm coming
home first, or what."

"I'll see you all down Castlefield."

"Ta-ra, then."

I told Wise the Nashes need
protection. He'll go there.

Are they in danger if he's suicidal?

Depends how good a shot he is.

ARV to Brand's Mill. Get the layout.

Follow the van to Nash's.
Take him with you.

You must be joking. That's my bit.

I don't mind the odd razor blade or
rope, but I do not do guns!

Go.

No, we're certain. He's been here.

WISE: "There's no sign of him
at the mill."

"Ask Fitz where Nash'd go next."

"Tell him it's worth a few quid."

Don't pull the trigger.

Just keep your arm very still and
squeeze.

Good boy, now squeeze.

EXPLOSIVE GUNSHOT

It's time to apologise, Diane!

Move.

Diane!

Please, William, let Steven go.

It's Bill. It's Bill!

Nobody calls me William now. If it
wasn't for him, you'd know that.

I want Grady NOW!!

POLICE SIRENS WAIL

He's desperate for everyone to like
him. It's the fostering.

They smile till some bugger latches
themselves on - no pun intended.

Grady!

He trusts you
because he thinks you care.

I do.

Well, go and save his life. Look.

I'm not moving unless you come with
me.

That's fine by me, pal.

On his own, I said!

On his own!

It's OK, Bill, he's not a copper.

Don't tell him I'm a shrink.
He's my lawyer.

Thanks.

We want a car!

I'll put the kid in the car.

If we get away, he won't get hurt.

They won't do that.

We'll give you a car, but not until
you put the gun down.

Do you think I'm brain dead,
you wanker!

Bill...

Grady, that's him. That was me.

I know, Bill. That's not his fault.
Now, let him go.

I can't, can I?

If he goes, there's only her left.

I can't trust her.
She's a lying cow.

I'm sorry.
What?

I'm sorry!!

Bill, you don't need the gun.

Just put your arm round her neck
and squeeze.

You don't need the gun!

She'll get away!

Then they'll have us both.

Then it's the end of everything,
Grady.

'It's not.'
No, it's not.

'He's changed your life.'

Just keep your arm around her throat
and squeeze.

Tell him how important he is.
Make him feel important.

Shut up! I don't need telling!

Telling what!

You are important.

I understand why you're here, now,
doing this.

You're half my age and I so admire
you for what you've got through.

Being honest and just doing it...

You love him. Tell him, just tell
him.

I love you.

I swear to God.

WISE: "Billy! Come here! The car's
here!"

I love you more than -
The gun. The gun.

Bill, please put down the gun.

If you don't I'll never be able to
tell you again.

Please put the gun down!

If you're scared,
give it to me, Bill.

No.

Billy! Put the gun on the ground!

Give it to me, Bill.

Billy!

I'm gonna take the gun...

..and I'm gonna put it on the ground
so we can talk properly, OK?

I love you.

I love you, Grady.

Oh, shit.

(SOBS HYSTERICALLY)

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