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Murder 1x03
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JESS: The murderers' names.

He didn't mention the murderers'
names.

Do you have trouble mentioning
the names?

RADIO: Well, I think this track may
well get you fully in the mood.

This is the new one from Kylie.
Been playing it for you all week,

it's called In Your Eyes,
from her album Fever.

The Harris brothers.

Clyde Harris,

Whitmore Harris,

and Curtis Kodro.

"Do you think you'd feel different

"if you knew which one of
them did it?"

It made sense, not telling them
which one of us it was.

Whitmore knew what he was doing,

it made sense then,
you know what I mean?

We could scrabble around,
dog eating dog,

or we could have some dignity,

keep our mouths shut,
and face the music.

A life sentence is a long time
to keep your mouth shut

for the sake of Curtis Kodro.

Curtis Kodro was never my brother,

whatever Whitmore said.

CURTIS: He weren't
just trying to save himself.

He made sense then.

So, we said nothing.

We killed a man.

And how about the gravity of that?

BRIAN COX: Tonight, thanks
to NASA's Cassini spacecraft,

we hope to witness the birth of a
new moon in the rings of Saturn.

Inconceivably wide,
but barely ten metres thick

and silent as the grave.

Saturn's rings are made of the
tiny, dust-sized, icy particles

and rocks as big as mountains.

Visible from Earth
with a telescope,

they were first observed
by Galileo...

"Psych" they call her in here.

Psycho, Psych.

"What is it that makes you so angry
about it after all this time?"

I said, "If you can't see
that by now

"then what are they paying you for?"

She says,
"In your own words, I mean."

In my own words, those three killed
my dad when they had no need to.

There was three of them
and one of him.

They had guns and Tasers and
baseball bats and what did he have?

He had a mobile phone
and a tone of authority.

Not only that, not only did
they take a man's life

when they didn't need to,
my dad's life,

they never said
which one of them did it.

What sort of a court is that that
doesn't nail a killer for murder?

The three of them sitting in the
dock, right through the whole trial,

never budge from there, never open
their mouths, not one of them.

Never even had the guts
to look at me the day I went.

A seven-year-old kid wanting to
know who killed her dad,

thinking the judge and the lawyers
would sort it out

and find the truth, and those three,

sitting there, looking anywhere
but at me.

What makes me angry about it?

CURTIS KODRO:The dead guy, PC Prescott.

Stuart Prescott, give him his name.

His kid's counsellor's made
an official approach

for all three of us,
that's what she says.

Would we maybe think
again about telling the truth?

Maybe she hasn't met Clyde Harris.

JESS: "The big bang," she said.

"A tiny moment in time,
but everything in your life

"since has come out of it."

I said, "I thought it was meant
to be my own words."

"You'll be getting out of here
tomorrow," she said.

"This is the last of our little
get-togethers

"and right outside that gate
you'll have a decision to make.

"Turn left and wait for the 97 bus
and it'll take you back into town

"and you can pick right up where you
left off doing all the angry things

"that put you in here in the first
place. Or you can turn right.

"Do you know what there is
that way? The new you."

She said, "Something funny?"

I said, "Your ears stick
out like car doors.

"I've often wanted to say that."

She said, "What is it that makes
you so angry about it?"

I said, "About your ears?"

She said, "About your dad."

I said, "Do you think
they help you hear better?"

CURTIS: She sent us a picture of her,
the daughter,

in the newspaper at the funeral,
aged about eight. Sweet little girl.

Banged up now like the rest of us.

The counsellor says it's not all
doom and gloom, though.

A window of hope remains open
and the truth would help.

Truth?

In the interests of a young
person's future?

In the interests of her mental
health. Opportunity for closure.

Disclosure, unburdening.

Opportunity for me to get me
throat cut by Clyde Harris,

what sort of an opportunity is that?

[DOOR BANGS]

It's coming now.

[FOOTSTEPS ECHO]

I mean, the governor will be here,
banging on that door.

I mean, the governor and me, I mean
we're just two men, two mortals.

It transcends. I mean,
it's bigger than who's done what,

who's on the right side of the law,

who's on the right side
of that door.

I mean, it goes bigger.
I mean, how can it not, like?

It's creation.

I mean, this is what
they say at NASA or whatever -

all we know is that
something is there.

Well, we can track the effect
of an object in the rings,

perturbing the particles around it.

Like, creating a disturbance
in the rings.

Like a moon from nothing.

Like, from debris.

Like, and you might think in here,
being stuck in here all this time,

that I've no reach, like I'm a stone
thrown too far up on the beach,

but that's wrong, because
the same atoms flow through us.

Me and Saturn, and Curtis Kodro,
and everyone else.

We're all in the mixer.

You can hear it almost,

hear the whirl of everything.

So, don't tell me I've got no reach.

Curtis Kodro knows I've got reach.

Curtis Kodro knows
I know what he's been saying.

A new addition to the universe.

Like, it blows your mind.

[GUNSHOTS]

WHITMORE: Ten years thinking
about 30 seconds.

Clyde, Curtis, all of us in here,
doing life. In here.

In here.

30 seconds expanded over ten years.

In your mind...

You know it.

You know it better than you
ever wanted to know it.

Ten years later, Clyde's telling me
that it's all down to Curtis

and that he knows what to
do about that.

And Curtis is coming to me
with tears pricking his eyes saying,

"Have you got control
of your brother or haven't you?

"Because he's looking to kill me."

Ten years I've been holding
this all together...

...while it tries so hard to unravel.

27 minutes.

Robbery, getaway, torch getaway car,

make off in the second car.

26-and-a-half of those minutes
passed off as planned.

The last half a minute...

Well...

"Do you think you'd feel different

"if you knew which one
of them did it?"

She's been in touch, so she says.

And one of them got back to her,
said he'd talk to her, tomorrow.

He'd still be dead. I said,
"What difference would it make?"

When I was a kid, me cousin walked
right through a plate-glass window.

Picking glass out of him for days.

There was this one bit
they didn't get.

Made its way across his shoulder,
through his chest,

down to his belly and come out
his fucking cock years later.

That's what the truth's like.

Maybe that counsellor's right.

Maybe it's time the truth
was out there.

Maybe it's the night for the truth.

Maybe that ends it here and now.

[MUFFLED BANGING], [WOMAN SHOUTING] :
Open the door!

JESS: Curtis Kodro,
Whitmore Harris, Clyde Harris.

Curtis Kodro, Whitmore Harris,
Clyde Harris.

Curtis Kodro,
Whitmore Harris, Clyde Harris.

Curtis Kodro, Whitmore Harris,
Clyde Harris.

Round and round in circles,

and the only one inside
the circle is me.

WHITMORE: 15 months planning that job.

I'd thought of everything.

Everything.

It was a bailiff's office,
so they had a bit of everything.

We were picking up gold and silver
and Rolex watches

and dollars and sterling.

It was like an Aladdin's cave.

They'd had a good day's trading
that day and, as a consequence,

we did, too.

JESS: He shouldn't have even
been there, my dad.

He never took me swimming.
He only took me that one time.

It was Mum that took me to
swimming lessons every Thursday,

straight after school, on the bus,

but the woman she worked with,
her upstairs neighbour left her

bath running and flooded her flat

and she couldn't come in
for her three-to-six shift,

so they asked my mum if she
could stay on and do it and she

said only if she could find someone
to take me to swimming lessons.

And her boss said, "What about
that ex-husband of yours?

"You're always saying he doesn't
see enough of the kid."

And she said,
"He'd probably be busy."

And he said "Do you want
me to call him?"

And she said, "Don't be stupid,"
and called him. Texted him.

I said to my mum, "Was it my fault?"

cos I'd gone in wearing
my cossie, and she said,

"No, it's because there are some
very bad men in the world."

But I was thinking,
there are bad men,

but he wouldn't have
run into them, would he,

if I hadn't said I wanted to
go in wearing my swimming costume?

WHITMORE: I'd done another job
to fund that job.

That's how seriously I took it.

I'd done a subsidiary job
to fund that one.

And I got nicked doing
the subsidiary job

because I'd done insufficient
planning. So...

...three months before,
and a year in Wakefield planning.

When I got out, I spent a week
checking that nothing had changed

while I'd been inside
that would affect the plan.

It couldn't have been
better thought through.

Mum told me later that
she didn't want him taking me

because she had my swimming things
with her at work and that meant

he'd have to come by and get 'em
and she didn't want to see him.

And anyway, she thought
he'd be at work.

But he wasn't.

She got her boss to tell him
she was busy when he came by,

so he gave him my swimming things.

But she could see.

She was watching
from the storeroom.

She was standing on a stool.

She wanted to see if
he had Lisette with him.

That was the last time
that she saw him.

She said she was sorry after, that
she hadn't come out

and said a few words to him,

but maybe that was a blessing
in disguise

because those words mightn't
have been very nice ones.

Start with clothes.

Identical outfits...

balaclavas, hoodies, jeans,

gloves, trainers.

All black, all the same,
can't tell us apart.

Make it hard for them.

They were going to get fucked off
just even looking at the CCTV.

They're going to have to
get off their fat arses

and point at the screen
and go, "That fucker there."

So, no exposed flesh, nor hair,
nor tattoos. Nothing.

We're generic, we're ciphers.

We fade in the mind.

We're here and then we're gone.

Let fear do the rest.

And no-one gets hurt.

I checked with
the woman Mum worked with

about her upstairs neighbour
flooding her flat.

She said it was true.
She said the ceiling came down.

She showed me the photos
she took for her insurance.

I said I wanted to speak to
her neighbour,

but she said,
I wouldn't want to do that,

that she was a
very angry individual.

WHITMORE: Weapons.

Your first and most important weapon
is your sheer physical presence.

Now, on top of that, but secondary,

one firearm, one stun gun,

one blunt instrument.

As a complete package, you're
looking for maximum impact,

maximum fear.

You're only going to need
it for five minutes,

but it must have impact.

You want to guarantee that everyone
in those premises

is going to look at you
and your stock and trade

and know that you are
not to be messed with.

JESS: I wanted to go on the bus
to the pool

in my cossie and
goggles and snorkel.

Mum said I could get changed
at school before we went.

She thought it was funny,
like I did, and people would look.

I wouldn't want to do it now,

but then I was an
attention-seeking little twat

so when he came,
I asked him and he said no.

Personnel. Go with brains
and an even temper.

And that's what I saw in Curtis.

And so did Clyde,
no matter what he's saying now.

In the car, I said,
"What if I get changed in here

"while you're driving?
I could still walk in in my cossie,

"people would still
think it was funny."

He wasn't even listening.
He was asking about Mum.

He didn't want to be doing this,
taking a kid swimming.

I said, "What about her?
She cries most nights."

And he said, "Does she talk
about having me back?"

And I said, "What about Lisette?

What a stupid fucking thing to say.

He shut up then.

I still don't know
if he wanted to come back.

WHITMORE: Vehicles.

An armed robber will have a
getaway car and a backup car.

The getaway car, you torch and dump,

and then you make off in the other.

I had two others.

That's in case of mishaps,
roadworks,

or Christ knows what else.

Two cars.

That one parked up a mile east

and another one parked up
a mile west.

That's forethought.

That's thinking.

That's the hallmark
of a Whitmore Harris job.

I wanted him to park on the
far side of the car park,

right away from the pool,
near where the bus stop was,

so the walk would be longest,

more people would see me
walking in my cossie and snorkel.

But he didn't.

He was pissed off.
He said Mum spoiled me.

He said if I was going to do that,

he was going to park right round
the back where no-one could see me.

Like he was ashamed of me.

WHITMORE: Last, recce.

More important than
everything put together.

You recce, recce and recce again.

"When are the big men
going in there?

"When are they not?"

I went in one time with
a concealed camera,

pretending to be looking for a job,

and I shot every inch
of those premises.

I came home and made
floor plan sketches

and I watched it over and over
and over, dozens of times,

until I got it into my head.

And then I quizzed Clyde and Curtis
until they threw pizza at me.

He came in the leisure
centre with me

and then he went back to
where he parked the car

because he said scumbags frequented
that patch of ground at the back

and the car wasn't safe.

And on the day,
it went like a dream.

It went like fuckin' clockwork.

A woman inside the
building heard him shout,

"Police! Hold it right there!"

"Harris, hold it right there."

Now he either knew me
or he knew Clyde...

...but I couldn't have it either way.

I couldn't have it. I couldn't.

I'd got Clyde into this

and I couldn't let it end
like this.

I couldn't let him down,
I couldn't. Not him or Curtis.

I'd torched the car
and I was shouting at Curtis,

"Stun gun him! Stun gun him!"

And then I heard it.

My name being shouted at the
top of that copper's voice.

And that's when they
got there and shot him.

[INTENSIFYING WHITE NOISE]

We get in the car. Curtis drove.

Not too fast, not too slow.

About half a mile ahead,
at the junction of Warrington Way,

we saw Clyde and picked him up.

He'd went on ahead,
but he'd lost track of the car

and then he heard the shots.

We stripped off the hoodies
and the balaclavas

and joined the stream of traffic.

Nobody said much.

Well, nobody said anything.

The gun went in the canal
near the Sun Inn.

The car went into the crusher
and we went our separate ways.

We knew they were coming.
We knew they'd have us.

Burnt the clothes and bags and
that, and scrubbed ourselves raw

and just more or less waited
for a knock at the door.

CLYDE: See, the rings are full of ice,
big particles of ice and other debris,

and they collide and they bind
together and if they don't smash

into anything bigger, then they
grow, the way a snowball grows,

and you get a moonlet,
like a baby moon,

like, they incubate in the rings.

And when, when you get a moon, you
get a gap in the rings,

like an empty ring,

because everything that was
in the ring ends up in the moon.

It blows your mind.

If you don't have a brother,
then you can't judge.

A brother needs looking after.

If you haven't, then you
don't know what you would do.

JESS: He always wanted to be
a police officer.

Mum told me that, not him.

Anyway, it's that kind of job.

"The Job".

That's what he always called it,
like it's the only one.

I'm the same.
It's something I've aimed for,

something I've always wanted to do.

Probably, I can't do it now,

but it's something I would've
really liked to have done.

[DOOR SLAMS]

[FOOTSTEPS]

Who comes out of that door?

Who ever comes out of that door?

No-one ever comes out
of that door.

JESS: So, why is he dead?

If the bath doesn't flood, he lives.

The woman Mum works with
comes in anyway, he lives.

How can you legislate for that?
You can't legislate for that.

Mum's boss doesn't say that
about him not seeing enough of me,

so she calls someone else, he lives.

He's working and he
can't take me, he lives.

If I had to do that all again,

I'd do it exactly the same way
and that wouldn't happen.

Mum has a few words with him,
even angry words,

maybe especially angry words,

so he was a few minutes late getting
to my school, he lives.

He lets me get changed at school,

so we arrive at the pool five
minutes later, he lives.

That plan was good.

It was the facts on the
ground that didn't compute.

I'd say Mum would love
to have him back

and we'd turn the car around
and go and find her

and he says sorry for every fucking
thing he's ever done, he lives.

Who could legislate for that?

For an off-duty cop just to
pop up there and then?

Who could?

JESS: He parks in the far side
of the car park, like I asked him to

and not round the back,

so he doesn't have to go
back to the car, he lives.

He lives, he lives, he lives.

But me saying I wanted to go
in wearing my swimming costume...

...he dies.

There's a thing when
you're wearing a mask.

Everyone can see it.

And you forget you've got it on.

And when he shouted my name,

I was stark naked in a spotlight
in a snowfield.

Before I knew what I was doing...

...there was the gun.

But Prescott knew me,
and I couldn't have that.

You could see it on the CCTV.
Curtis tried to stop me.

So, why is he dead when the odds
are eight to one against it?

Because of me.

I could see Psych's mind
working, just thinking,

"Fuck. It was her fault."

Talk your way out
of that one, bitch.

CLIVE: There's a moon being there
born out and it doesn't give a shit

about who tells the truth,
and it doesn't give a shit

about anything that happens down
here and anything you've done

or haven't done or anything people
say you're going to do,

anyone's mental health
or anyone's disclosure,

the life of Stuart Prescott,

the life of Stuart Prescott's
daughter...

...the life of Curtis Kodro?

[HE SNORTS]

Oblivious is what it is.

See...

my brother still likes me
to think he killed PC Prescott.

He likes me to think
he did it for me.

But it's not the truth.

Put Curtis Kodro in the equation
and you are fucked, my boy.

The rest is by the by.

All of us, fucked, for all time.

Grief magnet.

[MAN ON RECORDING]: I don't think
you shot him, Clyde.

I think Curtis Kodro did.

That's the sort of thing
Curtis Kodro likes to do.

The first direct question
Curtis asked me

in the Wakefield nick was...

"How long does it take you
to grow your beard?"

[HE CHUCKLES]

I was in the queue for the mail,
he was coming out of the library.

You know,
I had a couple of inches on it.

I wasn't shaving until I got out.

And he was one of those young lads,
you know, he's in his early 20s,

probably shaves once a week,
if even that, you know?

I looked at him and I said,
"This thing?

"This is three months, big lad.

"Each one of those bristles have
been coaxed out individually."

It took him a wee while to work out

whether I was joking or
not, you know?

I don't think he was used to much
levity in those days.

He says,
"Are you expecting a letter?"

I says, "Aye, the missus,
she writes once a week.

"What about you?"
He says, "Three months.

"That's some going for a beard
like that."

I said, "What book are
you getting out?"

It was some book on business,
you know?

How to set up on your own
and make a go of it.

I liked the kid, you know?

I thought, "He's been in here nearly
eight years and he's trying

"to work out what he's going to do
when he's on the out.

"I could use a guy like that."

I said, "Maybe you want to think
about maybe setting yourself up

"with a nice little nest egg
when you get out, you know?

"Tide you over those
first tricky months."

He looked at me.

There was real scrutiny
in that look.

No hiding it.

He said, "I'm going straight."

[HE SCOFFS]

I says, "With what in your pocket?"

CURTIS: My uncle used to say I was like
fat in a pan, sizzle and spit.

Couldn't settle, not for anything.
School, relationships, nothing.

I was the sort of kid who just used
to do stupid shit to get noticed,

you know what I mean?

Reckless endangerment, climbing
shit, breaking and entering,

giving lip to people
who'd hit you for it,

fighting people bigger than me.
That's what I was good at.

Well, not good at. Keen on.
Fat in a pan.

WHITMORE: He shouldn't have been
with us at all.

His release date from Wakefield

was a month before mine
and he comes to us

just before he gets out and says,
"There's been a change of plan."

I'd never seen him so up.
He said, things have changed

and he no longer wants to be
part of the job.

That's what he said,
"Things have changed".

I said,
"What, you don't want to be rich?"

But he wasn't having it.

I couldn't believe it.

He was walking away
after all we'd planned.

There was this girl
he used to talk about.

Nicole.

Yeah, Nicole used to come
to the catch-up class.

She was a volunteer reader, she...

She was 19 and looked younger,
I was 17 and looked older.

Look, the way I was brought up,

I was chasing after me parents.

I was grabbing onto their shadows
bloody night and day.

I didn't have any time for friends.
I didn't trust people.

Probably Whitmore's the only one
I ever did trust.

But when I did...

CURTIS: Me and her had
this back and forth going on

cos she was a uni girl, I took the
piss that she was... "Hoity-toity",

that was the expression she used.

That made me laugh. Oh, my Lord,
the way she said that,

"hoity-toity", it was funny.

She was "hoity-toity"
and I was "street".

Even the way she said that made me
laugh. "Street".

She was from a farm. Family had
a hill farm up in Cumbria.

There weren't no streets up there,
only hills.

[HE CHUCKLES]

She said to me people like me
weren't allowed there.

She said they'd have to put
a street in especially,

if I was ever to go up there
or any of me family.

She was funny, man,
she made me laugh.

We just used to sit and read
and we'd have this repartee

and just make each other laugh.

I got her to talk about it...
the farm.

That place sounded
like paradise to me.

I'd be reading to her
or talking to her and...

...I'd settle.

No, literally.

I'd feel all the molecules
inside my body just come to rest.

There was this day at school,
she was cold

and she had this short-sleeved
top on and she was rubbing the top

of her arms and I had me hoodie on
and I pulled it off

and gave it to her
and said, "Here you are."

And she, like, put it on and she...

Just for a minute...

She, like, just leant into me.

And she was sitting right next
to me. You know that thing?

You know that thing that girls do
when they're cold

and they grab onto you with both
the hands and sort of lean into you

and do a shiver and put their chin
on your shoulder?

She did that.

It was done and over in a second
but...

See, at the end of the class
when it had finished...?

She sort of made out like
she forgot she had me hoodie on

and she went walking off
and I was like, "Yo!"

[HE CHUCKLES]

When I put that hoodie on... it
smelt of her.

See, I got dispensation to
follow Saturn online,

but that's not all I followed.

I followed Curtis Kodro's
colourful past.

My brother,
the great judge of character -

I said, "You knew that, did you?"

And he gave me that look like,
"Do I really need to spell out

" what I know to you?"

For 30-odd years, I took that
to mean, "You're too slow, Clyde.

"I'm way ahead of you."

Lately, I'm starting to think -
"You know what, Clyde?

"You took too much on trust."

And then she wanted to see
the real Nottingham.

I said I'd come round to hers
and we'd go out,

but, no, she was bored
of the places uni students went.

She'd come round to mine, but I was

living out of somebody's car at the time,
so that weren't going to happen.

[HE SCOFFS]

I had no fucking idea what the real
Nottingham was any more than she did.

And then I saw it.

My life's a documentary
for this girl.

I'm an exhibit, fat in the pan.

There was this place near
where I grew up,

where you could see enough kids
sniffing glue, so I thought,

"That'll make a good start."
So, I roped me half-brother in.

Met her off the bus,
it must've been about eight o'clock.

It was just getting dark.

Anyway, we sat on this bench,
right, drinking this vodka.

I was watching all the kids
staggering about in the dark

with their faces
in these plastic bags!

[ LAUGHS]

We were laughing, man.
Mossy was.

You could tell
she was out of her depth, though.

Then Mossy asked Nicole if she'd
ever done it with two blokes.

She just kind of stood up,

looked like she was going to maybe
start crying or something.

I just told him to shut the fuck up.

Then this commotion started up on
the park cos some kid

supposedly started having a fit

and was, like, jerking about in all
this broken glass under the swings.

And then, all his crackhead,
junkie mates started crowding round

and laughing at him and I just lost
it and went up

and started shouting at them all
just to fuck off home.

There was this one kid, Florian.

He was bigger than all the others.

I thought he was probably
about me own age, but

turns out he was younger.

He stood up,
smacked me with the swing.

With the wooden seat of the swing
on its chains,

right round the back of me head.
And I just went down.

When I got up -
he was swinging it at me again,

he broke me cheekbone,
and two teeth, and I just lost it.

He was, like, pegging it
across the field, like, in the dark,

laughing at me, and I just pulled me
knife and went after him.

When he tried to get out
of the railings...

he sort of slipped back.

One of the spikes on the top
of the railings

just went right up through the back
of his jacket... and he was just

sort of hanging there like that,
like a fish on hook.

It was a while until I remembered
Nicole was even there.

I thought about the way
she looked at me when she said,

"Give me the knife." You know what
I mean? She was...

Wasn't raving like everyone else.

She was trying not to
look at Florian who was,

like, wailing... blood everywhere,
flapping about.

She was, like,
looking straight at me.

And it still comes back to me.

And her eyes were right in mine.

She'd been ignoring
his letters for years.

Been writing to her
and getting nothing back...

...and then she got in touch.

Deep down inside,
I was glad for him.

He had fucked my plans
but I was glad for him.

He was going straight.

He was going up the hills, he said.

And I thought Nicole would meet me
at the bus station, but she didn't.

And all the way up on that bus,
I'd been

working out what I was saying,
do you know what I mean?

The first few lines,
just to break the ice.

But standing there,
I didn't even know any more.

I wanted to restart my life.

I wanted her to restart my life.
What did I know?

Got some flowers. There was
a stall near where the taxis were.

I was thinking that maybe she's
still going to turn up.

I was just killing time.

But this taxi driver saw me standing
there with these flowers and...

He goes, "Are you hoping
to get lucky, mate?"

And I said,
"No, that would be pushing it."

He said something like,

"Still, they put a spring in your step,"
or something like that.

And suddenly, everything was just
going to be all right.

I told him the name
of the farm and...

...just saying it out loud after
all that time,

just made me
feel like coming home.

He tells us, "Come on then,
Starsky, Let's get out of here."

And I threw the flowers in the back,
jumped in, and we just pulled off.

We both did laugh, it was just one of
them moments, you know what I mean?

[RADIO CHATTER]

Tell you what, when we got out
up into those hills

it was just like what she'd told me
- not a street anywhere.

I had her letter
and I was reading it again.

Cab man was listening to all
the talk on his radio.

I thought it was other drivers
or dispatch, I weren't listening.

He looked at me.

And do you know what?

In the end,
he said it was the police.

And he said, "They're waiting
for you, you know that, do you?

"At the farm."

[HE SCOFFS]

Yeah, she told them I was coming.

It broke the terms
of me parole if I went there,

I'd end up back in prison.

She set me up.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Cab man turned the radio off.

He was giving me time to think.

Yeah, it was the end of the road -

I suppose he could see that.

Someone like me
weren't meant to be up there.

And I got back on the bus.
It was the same bus.

[HE SCOFFS]

He was knocking on my door
the first day I got out,

wanting back on the job.

Suddenly, it was our job again.
"We" this, "We" that.

He'd let me down,
he'd make it up to me,

he was sorry about what happened.

I'd seen it before
when fellows go straight -

the sheer terror of it
in their eyes.

I stood Clyde down,

told him I didn't need him.

I'd twisted his arm the first time,

so I thought he'd be happy
about it, you know?

His missus was just about to have
a kid, wee Megan.

So, he was all aglow about that,
so I thought he'd be happy.

But he didn't want to lose
face in front of Curtis.

Curtis this, Curtis that,
Curtis the other!

So, I just thought,

"Why not all for one, one for all?

"Man hugs all round."

I disgraced meself that day.

I'm not proud of what I did
with the stun gun.

I'm not proud of running away.

Whitmore says we're all brothers?

Not just me and him.

Curtis Kodro, too.

Never work with brothers.
Never work with brothers.

Yeah, he talked
a lot about Clyde, Whitmore did,

when we were in Wakefield
together making plans.

I'd be going on about Nicole

and he'd be going on about Clyde,
not his wife.

But when I met Clyde, I didn't...

I didn't think he lived up
to all that.

I thought he was a right arsehole.

I didn't know what all the fuss
was about, but,

on the day, oh, my God,
Christ Almighty, me!

WHITMORE: I could feel Clyde shrivel up
every time they showed the CCTV footage.

And they showed
a lot of it in that courtroom.

They tried over and over again
to drag an ounce of meaning

out of it - and they failed.

The cops said that
they knew what was going on.

They reckoned that the guy with the
stun gun at the robbery was Clyde,

because of what
one of the witnesses said.

They knew that Clyde was bigger
than me and Curtis.

Not taller, bigger.

But I already thought of that -

so me and Curtis bulked up

so we all looked exactly the same.

So, just cos they said

the shooter was a bigger man -

doesn't mean anything.

And anyway...

the shooter and one other guy
were the only two people

in the CCTV footage
when the shots were fired.

So, there is no comparison.

CLYDE: Whitmore didn't have the gun.

That gun was in Curtis's bag
and when they caught me up,

Curtis was saying sorry.

Sorry, while he was driving,
and Whitmore was saying nothing,

knowing full well that Curtis Kodro

had fucked us all up for all
eternity, and he'd brought him in.

See, there's a disturbance
around Curtis,

simple as that.

You can see it on the CCTV.

When we were in court,
I knew every frame of it.

The more you try and get from it,
the less you get.

But then you sit back and
something's staring you in the face.

Something you've been
trying to ignore.

Something perturbing the fucking
particles around it.

Curtis Kodro - jinx.

Never work with brothers.
Never work with brothers.

Brothers are like...

Sisters would be better, even.

Brothers are like...

When they grow up together,

they come from the same uterus,
they're made from the same clay,

same atoms, the same eggs and
sperms. They don't need to talk.

I'm not talking about twins,
just brothers.

Brothers are deep, mate.

I could tell that from the off -
and every year since.

It's been coming.

Grief magnet.

There's an aura around him

and it draws bad stuff in and it
drew us in - me and me brother.

Here's Clyde and here's Whitmore.

He wants me dead and he doesn't.

Or maybe he doesn't. He says he
doesn't. He used to say he doesn't.

And he's the boss - so Clyde's
supposed to do

exactly what he tells him,

so it should be simple but they're
brothers, so it isn't!

But that counsellor.
She thinks it is.

Simple question, simple answer.

That's what she thinks.

Clyde calls me up and says,
"Let's give them Curtis."

I says, "It wasn't Curtis
that shot him, though, was it?"

CURTIS: Then Whitmore couldn't get
the car torched.

And Prescott was walking
up to his car,

so it was only a matter of time
until he saw us.

The car went up, Prescott saw us.

And the flames just threw us back.

Whitmore was shouting,
"Stun him! Stun him!"

So, I went in the bag
for the stun gun.

I couldn't find the stun gun.
I pulled out the gun.

We had ?10,000 in cash
and foreign currency,

we had Rolex watches
worth five grand apiece. We had...

...50 grand in them three bags.

We had everything Whitmore promised.

Then we had nothing.

And then, we had nothing.

Went round in a big, fat circle
from nothing to nothing.

I looked at the gun in me hand,
pointed it at Prescott...

He stopped, started backing off.

There's power in that.

I can see him squirm now,
like he's right in front of me.

Him, just internally,
inside himself.

When he saw that gun in my hand...

Yeah...

I saw his face do something
a face shouldn't do.

His dignity escaped - I did that.

And I thought, "You're
better off dead, now, mate.

"You'll not be able to live
with yourself after this one.

"I'm doing you a favour."

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And I squeezed the trigger.

[GUNSHOT]

"You didn't do it.

"I think you know that,
but you did something.

"So, why don't we talk about that?

"You were cross with yourself
for asking him about Lisette.

"Who's Lisette?"

"You're not asking what they pay me
for now, are you?" she said.

CLYDE: It's not like at night
you can see Saturn with the naked eye

or even with a telescope.

It's not that.

But, at night, you can sense it,

when the rest of the animals
in here have shut the fuck up

and the place goes quiet,
like properly quiet,

you can kind of commune
with the universe,

you've got to reach out
with your mind.

They would've called it
the music of the spheres, one time,

the governor told me.

Yeah?

See, that music speaks to me,

yeah, and it tells me
the waiting's over.

Over for me.

Over for Curtis Kodro.

He didn't think
I knew about Lisette,

but, of course,
I fucking knew about her.

She was actually somebody
he supposedly arrested...

for shoplifting.

I didn't know that then.
I found that out after.

Mum told me.
It's true, though, I checked.

Mum said she was a whore
and he was a cradle snatcher.

She wasn't a kid -
she was, like, 18 or something.

Of course I knew about her.

He said, "Lisette? That was
over before it even started."

That's why he was angry - because
I wasn't supposed to know about her.

And I asked about her - because
it was obvious Mum had told me,

even though I wasn't
supposed to know.

That's why he didn't let me do
what I wanted,

that's why he parked round the back,
and that's why he's dead.

Happy now? It's still my fault.

So, nice try, but fuck you.

It's Clyde that keeps me
awake at night.

Sounds like bullshit -
but I take pride in my work.

Not one person was ever injured,
not even slightly,

in all my years of breaking the law.

And then, I get my brother involved.

He wasn't made for this,
like none of us are.

But this is eating him up
from the inside.

This is turning his mind.

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So...

What?

I, like, have a quiet word
with a trusted member of staff

and get him
put back into isolation again?

That would just kill him.

That would just finish him.

And what does that say to him?

What does that say to where he...

where he stands,

or where Curtis stands?

Who's got whose hand up
whose backside, like?

Who's working whose mouth
with whose fingers, eh?

Like, who's the old moon
and who's the new?

See,

he'd always known what
my life was...

...and he always kept
a distance from it.

Cos he...
he wanted kids, he wanted a wife.

And, yes, a man's dead...

...but I look at Clyde...

...and I see something else
is dying, too.

Listen.

Listen.

It's me that's doing it to him.

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There's lies you tell by speaking
and lies you tell by not.

I was starting to think this
woman's like a witch or something,

like, she can read minds.

"Do you ever talk to him?"
she said. "Your dad."

I said, "He's dead.
Have you been listening?"

"OK," she said.

"I'll be here tomorrow
if you want to hear how I get on."

And she got up.

And because she
stood up, I sort of had to, too.

I said, "I'm getting out of here
at nine."

She said, "I'll be here at midday,
if you want to hear how I get on."

I went then and she called after me.

"My dad's dead, too.
I still talk to him.

"You want to try it sometime."

[ALARM BLARES]

CLYDE: I'm that moon, that,
that new moon on Saturn.

I'm the moon...

...and Curtis...

Curtis is the gap in the rings

and everything that was him
is coming into me.

Isn't it, Whitmore?

It's time.

My favourite photo.

That's where I start
when I want to remember him.

I was seven. His arms around me
and we're both laughing

at something Mum's saying
as she's taking it.

I actually stop Lee ever putting
his arm around me from that side,

so he'd be the only one that had
ever done it, so the memory's clear.

His arm around me and his hand
pulling my head onto his.

That starts off the realness of it.

I think of the fingers of his hand.

The palm of his hand's
right on my ear

and his fingers are on top
of my head, holding me close.

Because, if I'm honest,

I started getting mixed up
between him and Lee.

Sometimes when I wasn't
concentrating and I had a memory

and then I'd think,
"No, wait up, that wasn't Lee.

"That must've been him.

It must've been Dad."

If I start with his hand
right here...

...then I can bring the rest of him
alive...

Reanimate him.

[DOOR OPENS]

JESS: "Right outside that gate, you'll
have a decision to make," she said.

"Turn left and wait for the 97 bus

"and it'll take you back into town

"and you can pick right up
where you left off.

"Or you can turn right.

"Do you know what there
is that way?

"The new you."

I can't be that man any more,
a man that keeps a lid on.

Not for Clyde

or for the truth,

not for any of it.

And he knows I lied to him
about killing Prescott.

It wasn't for him at all.

And Prescott...

Prescott never shouted our name.

How could he?

Maybe... Maybe for half a second,
I thought he had - but...

it wasn't that.

It wasn't that at all.

CURTIS: I pointed it at Prescott.

He stopped, started backing off.

And I squeezed the trigger.

"Give me the gun, Curtis.
Give me the gun."

It was her in the end.

It was Nicole.

"Give me the gun, Curtis.
Give me the gun."

I could hear her, clear, calm.

I should've gone to the farm,
that's what she was saying.

If I'd have gone to
the farm like she told me,

I wouldn't have been stood there
with that gun in me hand.

She saved me once before,
stopped me killing Florian...

Now she was trying again.

She hadn't given up on me.

I turned...

I turned to run,

...but then Whitmore reached out

and took it off me...

[HE SOBS]
...and he shot him.

[GUNSHOTS]

Nothing prepares you for that.

Gunfire, it's the ultimate.

It's the be-all and end-all.
It's the end-all.

Gunfire awakens you from
the dream of reality and goes,

"You think that's real?
Fuck you! This is real!"

And, oh, my Christ, is it loud!

Ten years thinking
about 30 seconds.

Curtis dead,

Prescott dead.

He made me angry, that's all.

He just made me angry.

He got in the way.

And without him,

it was flawless.

"They killed Curtis Kodro.

"The brothers did, last night,"
Psych says.

She came here to tell me.

I said, "Killed him because
he killed my dad

"or killed him because he
was going to tell you who did?"

She didn't know.

I said, "You built me up for that.

"You said you'd find out.
You promised."

She said she was sorry,
she'd done her best,

she had work to catch up on,
she had to go in.

She touched my face.

"Look after yourself."

She had to go in.

"One of them killed your dad,"
she said.

"And one of them's dead
because of it."

I should've known.

As soon as she got off that bus
and looked at me and Mossy,

I should've known, but I didn't have
anyone to teach me that stuff.

All she wanted was
Woolaton Park or Goose Fair,

that's the real Nottingham.
That's all she meant.

Just something I knew
and she didn't -

and we both would've felt good.

It was no more than that.

But that was too much to ask.

Dad...

Did you want to come back?

You had my towel.

You were carrying my towel

when we went in
and I didn't take it off you.

I came to the door and I saw the
car on fire

and the ambulance was there.

And you were lying on the ground
in a puddle.

The towel was there.

I was standing in the doorway,
dripping,

and there was people all around
you, but you looked all alone.

I'd got out the pool because
I wanted to tell you

about Mum and Lee.

I wanted you to know that,
but there you were on the ground,

not knowing about Lee.

There was a lot of bullshit
later about how

they hadn't got together
until after.

Grief brought them together,

that's what they tell
my half-sisters.

We all went to the cinema weeks
before you died... Me, Mum and Lee,

and I could tell then what it was.

CURTIS: She'd have liked Goose Fair.

I remember being up at Sammy's
for butter chicken.

When it come out,
it should have been cold,

because it's always cold
when you come out a curry house.

And I'd give my order

and she'd have held on to me arm.

And things would've been different.

I wanted that towel.

I wanted you to get up,

pick it up off the ground,
bring it over,

and wrap it around me -
but you couldn't.

And I made a sort of vow that
I wouldn't let them be happy...

Mum and Lee...

for you, because of you
not knowing the truth,

because of me not telling you.

Not a vow, exactly,

not one I said out loud
or even in my head,

just a sort of deal...

...with you.

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