A Serial Killer's Revenge (2011) - full transcript

Dear Ryan, You always made me proud

and you always will.

Never was I so exited as when
I picked up an article of yours

to read.

This pride is something
I'm eternally grateful for.

30-odd years ago,
you came into my life.

And I'm thankful for every
second of those years.

There is nothing more to tell.

You are still with me.

I want you to be certain of that.

But just remember that there
isn't one life, but two.



Boys turn into men.

And men have to fight..

Seeing that they will become
all they want to be.. happy.

To be truly happy is all
there is.

And all you have to do is
find what will create that.

No, I understand.

Uh, it, it said three days ago,
so I

have dispatched what you sent.

But.. wait a minute, yeah.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry.

Past tense.

It's not something I want to
cling to.

Save your thoughts of me
somewhere warm in your heart



because that's where
my thoughts have

always and will always be of you.

Love, your proud father.

Excuse me, are..

No.

Sit down.

You ever say that name,
I get up, I walk away,

you never see me again ever.

Understand?

Ok.

So what now?

Hm?

Come on, you're the reporter.

All right.

Um, I know who you were.

Really?

I doubt it.

Ok.

And I know what you did.

Everybody knows that.

What do you want out of this?

What do I want out of this?

Yeah.

You shouldn't care.

You should be telling me what
you want, right?

Maybe.

I don't know.

Maybe?

Let me spell this out for you.

And I really hope things don't
continue like this, right?

The way I see it is that you can
help me do what I want to do.

And in turn, I can help you
do what you want to do.

So what is it that you want
to do?

I want to die.

So what do I get?

You get what you want to do.

And what's that?

What's that?

Don't you even know?

You get to stop messing
about and actually do

something with your useless life.

I'm not messing about.

No?

You're 33 and a reporter.

Career progression is all about
getting out of little towns

like this, going to the big cities,
going national.

You've been a reporter for 13 years.

You're not exactly the
new kid on the block.

So as far as your career is concerned,

it's not really been a
successful one, has it?

I've got a family.
I've got kids.

They take time.

So?

I work hard.

Oh yeah.

You're a lazy boy.

I know it.

And deep down, you know it.

I am not lazy.

No?

Ok.

You've got this dream,
this stupid little dream.

Tell me about it.

What's that got to do with this?

It's got everything to do
with this.

Why?

Cause it tells me who you are.

Why do you think I chose you,
a useless nobody,

out of 20,000 reporters
in the country, hm?

How did you know about it?

Cause you wrote about it, remember?

It was a year ago.

Yeah, well, unlike you, Ryan,
I'm not lazy.

I do my homework.

So come on.

Tell me about it.

I'm writing some more.

Yeah, this week.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah.

I'm going to buy "The Courier"
just to read it.

Probably double the circulation,
me and your mother.

Oh that's right.

You don't have a mother, do you?

Never have had.

She didn't hang around for
long enough

to see you flush your
life down the toilet.

And now you haven't
got a father, either.

Like I said, Ryan, I do my homework.

I know about you.

I know who you are.

What do you want?

Finally!

A decent question.

Your wife works for a
pharmaceutical company,

developing new drugs.

One of them in particular has been

designed to help people out
of kindness.

If you believe the reports,
it's like a connecting jump

that leads to the brain.

I don't know about it.

Well, I do know.

They appear just like
Paracetamol in the bloodstream.

You can take a few.

It looks like you just downed
a few hundred painkillers.

But the effects aren't quite
so tedious.

They don't rot you from the
inside out and slowly kill you.

Bang, it just happens.

I want five of those pills.

What?

I can't get you that.

Yes, you can.

If you want this story, you will.

If you can't, well,
then you need to grow a pair,

cause if you don't, you will stuck

in the same place when you're 60.

It's not me.

It's Karen.

It is you!

It is you.

Don't use other people as
an excuse for your weakness.

This is how it's going to work.

You have five meetings with me.

Each meeting will cost you
one pill.

Don't waste them,
because after that,

you won't be able to ask
me any more questions.

No one will.

I can't get them.

I can't.

Then you don't get me.

No me means no story.

I'll be in touch.

Where have you been?

I had to work late.

I'm sorry.

You could've told me.

It was a last minute thing.

I suppose you're finally
getting paid overtime for this.

Karen, don't.

How are you doing, Buddy?

Kiss.

Karen..

I can't do all of this on my own.

I've got a job too, you know.

I know.

I just had to meet this source, ok?

You just have to get home on time.

This was important.

I..

No!

It, it's important.

It's work, so it's important.

This is a really good story.

A really good story.

A story you're not even
getting paid for.

I promise you this is worth it.

And what about this?

You were meant to make a
payment on this last month.

What's that?

Visa.

Which one?

The one with 3,700 pounds
still on it.

Yeah, but we couldn't make a payment.

Chinese counterpart

Napolitano said the economic and
social progress taking place

in China brought fresh demands
in terms of human rights.

Can we do without that?

Unrest swept through Uruqmi,

the capital of the.. yesterday.

Hundreds of people were arrested.

Demonstrators said police
cracked down violently

on a protest by members of the Uyghur..

Now I'm sorry.

Now I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Ok?

Sorry for being here.

It's ok.

It's just working.

Whatever.

I need to do some research.

I'm going to go up into
Soph's room, ok?

No.

No way.

Why not?

Soph's asleep.

So?

So don't be so selfish.

I'm always quiet.

I don't care, Ryan.

You should have brought your
laptop home.

You were the one who wanted
to put

a computer in the kids' room.

Not the point.

Ryan, you were at work all day.

Is that not enough?

This is my story, you know.

It's really important.

I don't care, Ryan.

I just don't care.

You're not going into Sophie's
room and that is the end of it.

What do you think you're doing?

Walking.

Don't you dare.

I can't do what I want to do
while I'm here.

You selfish..

Selfish?

How am I selfish?

This is my life, too, you know.

I live in this house and I can't
do anything I want to do.

No one else I know has to ask
to do what they want to do.

Other people do not have children.

Yes, they do.

Of course they do.

I had a dad, too, remember?

Until a couple of months ago.

I never stopped you from
doing anything.

I mean, is that it?

You have kids and your life
is over.

Fuck me.

What was the hell in the
point of having them?

What was the fucking point?

Ryan, I can't believe..

I'm sorry.

I didn't.. I didn't mean it.

I can't believe..
I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it, ok?

Look, I'll go.

You stay away from him.

Karen, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Well, when people are found hanging

there is obviously massive trauma

to the neck and this region
around here,

as a sense of supporting the
full weight of the body.

Well, that's very, very interesting.

In closely studying suicides
by hanging,

what else have you discovered?

Something myself and other
medical professionals

have noticed is that almost
all coroner reports include

the fact that there are always
small cuts on the fronts

and the sides of the neck.

An examination of the
deceased's hands

will reveal matching skin
under their fingernails.

And what is it that you can
now conclude from this evidence?

Well, I conclude that regardless
of the fact that it

was a calculated decision,
obviously suicide has to be,

and that struggling just
delays death.

Therefore, increasing the suffering.

Regardless of that, there seems
there is time for the hands

to begin to fight the action.

I'm not...

You want me to risk my job as well?

No, I definitely don't want that.

Yes, you do.

No, I don't.

It's just you've said to me
before, hey, you can't believe

how slack they are, how
some people sign for stuff

and they don't always know
what it is and it gets mislaid.

It's those people, not me.

But you, you could do this.

If there's no chance of
getting caught, then

what's the problem?

No.

Look, ask Malcolm.

He's, he's your editor.

He's supposed to take the
risk on stuff like this.

He doesn't know about this.
Ok.

He doesn't know anything
about it.

I can't get a huge story like
this and take it to him.

Ok.

This is a national story,
Karen, please.

I'm not going to get another
chance like this.

You could.

No.

I won't.

Not like this.

Why not?

Because.

No.

Because you won't get the career.

Are you really going to be
working there your whole life?

No, of course I'm not.

But this is the kind of story
that could get me noticed.

Right.

Get you noticed.

I have to take this chance.

Oh, Ryan.

What you have to do..
get off your ass

and get a job at a real newspaper.

It's not that easy, you know.

And besides,
I'm going to be news editor soon.

I know.
It's just a matter of time.

You're going to be the
news editor of the Courier.

You going to be happy with that?

News editor of the Courier.

It's just the next step.

All right.

So you get to be deputy editor
by the time you're 70.

No.

Sorry.

This just isn't how I saw
our lives going when we met.

I know.

I was 18 when we decided to
keep Sophie.

I gave up so much because
I wanted to stay with you,

because I believed in you.

I know.

I know.

Ok?

This is so much of an opportunity.

We have to take this chance.

No, what If I lose my job?

We live on your wage?

I don't think so.

Just, just forget it.

I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Just, just leave me alone.

All right.

Well, as usual,
you're the one making

all the decisions around here.

Hey.

Hey.

You look like you could
do with a cup of tea.

Uh, yeah.

Cheers.

Uh, Car?

Yeah?

Could you do me some photocopying?

Yes, Ryan.

20 copies.

Yeah, ok.

Thank you.

Hey.

I'm, how'd you fancy helping
me out with something?

Eye witness reports of people
who jump from buildings

to their death talk
of seeing the jumper

flapping their arms on the journey.

So, so, so flapping their
arms as if trying to fly.

Yes, that's exactly right.

As if trying to fly.

However, a study on jumpers
who were saved prior to taking

that fateful step over
the edge indicates

that they had no intention of trying

to slow their fall at all.

Quite the contrary is true.

They wanted to increase speed
beyond that of terminal

velocity in the belief that death

would be all the more instantaneous.

Would you not say that, uh,
that action could just

be put down to a natural occurrence?

Ordinarily, I would say, yes.

But when police video footage
is closely examined,

there have been instances
where arms have flapped

at more than double the
possible rate

for a human being in the
normal circumstances.

How this is possible has
never been looked in to.

Why here?

Because I said so.

Ryan, don't start going over details

that are already out there.

I'm sure you've done your homework.

You can find those out for yourself.

Just ask the questions and
I'll fill in the blanks.

Ok.

Take me back to the beginning.

The beginning of what?

Tell me what happened.

This story is going to be on
the front page

of every newspaper in the country.

And probably for months.

Now get off your ass and stop
pissing about.

Stop wasting my fucking time.

I haven't got a lot of it left.

You've four more chances.

Don't fuck them up.

Maybe I'm being too hard on him.

He has just lost his dad.

That's gotta be tough.

Gotta be tough.

Just in the post office.

Um, yeah.

And we're.. I'll..
I'll pursue it further.

I'm going to get some more..
No, I, I know that Malcolm.

But um, you know, I'm getting some,

some other stuff out there with
the, with the locals and that.

What were you looking at
in the window there, Girls?

What were we looking at?

We're looking for a present
for Mommy, aren't we?

Are you?

Have a lovely day.

Say bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

See you.

Um, and I'll.. I.. I should..
don't worry,

I should make the deadline
for 4 o'clock.

I've never let you down before, right?

So I won't let you down now.

So what if this is all he'll
be.. like,

I'm expecting too much,
and this is all he'll be?

And maybe that's not a bad thing.

No, look.

Maybe..

I see you.

I see someone like you.

No.

But you know..
look, now it's different.

I know.

I just, I feel trapped.

It's relevant to people in the,
in the town now.

Wh.. This is, this has got legs.

This is the point, isn't it?

You know, I mean the people
I've spoken to have got some,

you know,
some strong opinions on this.

Exactly.

That's what I'm saying to Malcolm,

so it will be a good story and
I'm going to pursue it further

and, um.. there's a woman
littering and I hate littering,

um..

Karen, I'm really the last
person who should be giving you

any kind of relationship advice.

You know that.

You're intelligent, you're
fun, good to be around.

I mean, you're obviously very beautiful.

It just seems a shame that
you're getting bogged

down with all these kinds of worries.

Look, that's not to say that
Ryan isn't the right guy.

I'm not saying that at all.

It's just you got so much
going for you.

I mean, I bet there's a couple
of million guys out there who'd

just be dying to, to come
home to someone like you

every night.

Yeah.

I doubt that.

Oh, ok.

Maybe only a couple.

Thanks.

I don't get it.

That's my only...

It's not about...

He's my only lead.

According to the law,
he can't be held responsible.

He was 12 years old.

But he inherited the money.

How can they do that when
he's killed his father?

Yeah.

When he's 21.

He's 21.

Even those he's in prison
for killing his parents.

I'm his brother.

He, he inherits all their money.

Yeah.

250,000 pounds?

About that.

I think so.

That's what the paper said.

But now it's in high-interest
account, right?

A high-interest account?

Yep.
So it could be..

Past 20 years.

So it could be anything,
up to a million.

So he's got..

Yeah.

Out of prison with a new identity.

And he asked me to meet him
by himself.

Yeah.

Today the country is shocked
by news

that here in Yorkshire,
a young boy has

killed his family in cold blood.

This is a close neighborhood.

Everyone knew the family and
the boys.

His parents have been
described unanimously

by neighbors as model parents.

Which is why this comes
as even more of a shock

to this close community.

It will be a very long time
before the people here

recover from this.

If, indeed, they ever can.

When the police arrived,

he was found dragging
his father's limp body

behind the driveway you see
behind me.

Police say evidence suggests

he put his brother's
body over his shoulder

in order to take him
to the hiding place.

Both chiefs have had no luck

in locating the body of Richard.

The three-year-old from.. I've just

been handed a report saying
that he

is refusing to speak to anyone.

Including his own legal counsel.

This may not be voluntary

and may have been brought on
by shock.

The story has not left this house

and this mourning community.

And entered the House of
Commons where

today the capital punishment
debate continued.

The killer kid has raised the question,

are some people inherently evil?

And if so, should they
continue to exist in society?

And as he stood

to be sentenced with his
trademark silence

showing absolutely no remorse,
one couldn't help but think

there's a very good chance
that he could be out living

under a new identity,
perhaps in your neighborhood,

in only 30 years' time.

Take the evil that was
present at the age of 12,

add 30 years in maximum security
government institutions,

and release him back into
society in his early 40s.

What kind of a person
will you have then?

One day, unfortunately,
someone's going to find out.

Drink?

No, thanks.

Have a drink.

I'm driving.

Who's going to catch you?

Have a drink or I'm going.

Have some more.

No, really.

I mean it.

Have some more.

I'll be over the limit.

You're already going to be
over the limit

for the next two hours.

If you keep pissing me off,
I'm going.

So why don't you make those
next two hours worthwhile.

That's better.

What was the question?

Why'd you do it?

For fuck's sake.

Hello.

Is that the police?

Yeah, just thought I'd let
you know there's

a guy who's been drinking in
his car.

Citroen.. silver Citroen Saxo,
I think it is.

Yeah, he's partied,
so he can't have went far.

Yeah, that's fine.

Ok.

No problem.

What are you doing?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

What are you trying to do?

I said I'd fill in the blanks.

That's been documented.

No, it hasn't.

Repressed depression brought
on by bullying.

They said it over and over
and over again.

Yeah, they said it.

You never said it.

Throughout the whole trial
you never said anything.

It was a year and a half before
you said anything to anyone.

Look, you're asking me to do
my homework.

I've done it.

When you take a knife and you
plunge it into another person

for the first time,
you never know what to expect.

Are they going to wake up?

Is the blood going to go everywhere?

Is the knife going to break
inside the rib carriage?

I was actually thinking to myself,

am I actually strong enough to
push this knife all the way in?

You think that's sick.

He was your dad.

So.

He took you to football.

He got you a nice house.

He read you bedtime stories
and he

wasn't a drug dealer or something.

You hate the fuck that I'm free,
don't you?

Hmm?

Tell me.

Were you worried about getting
the knife

through your brother's ribcage?

Or not so worried,
as he was only three?

Huh?

And where'd you hide the body?

I mean, we both know
this wasn't some moment

of rage brought on by depression.

This was premeditated murder.

You planned this.

You were 12.

You were 12 and you managed
to hide

the body of a three-year-old's murder.

Police, detectives, dogs,
forensics, no one

has ever been able to find it.

And that takes planning.

You're a sick man.

You're a sick man.

And lucky for you that I am.

If you ever, ever speak
to me like that again,

I'll cut your fucking throat out.

Do you understand me?

Yeah, I'm here with the kids,
as usual,

and you're out with your drinks.

It's not my wine.

Yes, it is.

No, I told you what it was like.

Yeah, right.

And look at the state of
you, and you're drunk.

What kind of dad does that
make you?

What are you talking about, Karen?

Come on.

I just don't.. Fuck.

Just leave me here alone again.

Fine.

I fucking will.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Thursday the eighth.

Managed to finally catch
Smokey and put him out.

Watered the plants.

You had a phone message
from your granddaughter.

She and Paul were thinking of
coming to visit next weekend.

I guess she doesn't know you are
away in Malta with Elizabeth.

Eyes.

Eyes, eyes, eyes.

Old, gray.

No.

(Muttering)

Hi.

This is Ryan.

Can't take your call.

Just leave a message.

What about the kids?

What about them?

It's not just me in this, Ryan.

You're their father, too,
in case you've forgotten.

Look, we're out of milk and
you've got the c.. Sophie?

Sophie, would you get
him down from there?

What am I supposed to do?

Would you just think about
your family for once

and get yourself back here.

Now!

Ok, then, surprise me.

What you got?

Well, you know what he did
while he was in there?

I don't know.

Gardening?
Wash sheets?

Something like that?
Yeah, right.

That was the old days.

Wait a second.

Malcolm's looking for you, Man.

Go on.

What did he do while he was
in there?

He got a master's.

He what?

In journalism.

When you leave today,
you've got three pills

and I've still got nothing.

Just some scraps from an old story.

Tell me where your brother's
body is.

No way.

Not yet.

You know as well as I do that
without that, I've got nothing.

Just a voice on a tape.

It could be anybody.

I need something concrete.

I need some proof.

Tell me where your brother's
body is.

That'll come last.

Look.

Give me something.

Anything.

Just a lead.

Something.

There's a letter.

I hid it.

I hid it in the church.

A church?

Yes.

No one knows about it.

Ryan.

Ryan.

What are you doing?

Ryan, you're not leaving me here.

Ryan.

Ryan.

Ryan, get back in.

You're not leaving me.

This is ridiculous.

You're not leaving me on my
own on a Saturday.

At the back of the church

on the left hand side.

Ryan, you're not leaving
me here on a Saturday.

There are neighbors watching.

Get back in the house.

Open the door.

Get back in the house.

You're not leaving me here, Ryan.

There's only a couple of
fallen trees.

The, the one on the left.

Just stay out.

I'm not a fucking..

What are you doing?

Out!

Sorry.

There's a, a whole bunch..
Big thick one.

You have to reach in
as far as you can.

There's a tea tin.

In the tin, in the back,
is the letter.

I've been telling you about
the place for ages.

I was always climbing things.

I put it down on the day that
it happened, just in case.

I don't know in case of
what, but just in case.

If you look closely.. and you're a reporter

so that's what you do, all right?

Well, if you look closely
that will

take you a step closer to Richard.

Same time Sunday.

I can't.

No, I can't do that.

That means I have to go
into mooring Saturday.

What about Karen and the kids?

Of course you will.

So stop crying and shut up, Ryan.

She will not let me do it.

Where are the kids?

Mom and dad's.

You didn't want a skinny one, right?

Dear friends,

the challenges of life.

That's where my life is
currently at.

Nine years after joining the
parish, I have to move on.

Sunday and every day of the week
has been special for me here,

thanks to you, my friends.

But it will be strange
to stand up and speak

to you for the last
time on the 19th.

In all, I couldn't
have asked for more

from such a close-knit village.

Green my future pastures may be,
but the memories here are old.

But the memories here
I would always be with.

And the church will then
be in the even more capable

hands of Reverend Michael Yates.

Who I am sure you would also
make feel like a brother.

I sign off now.

I just wanted to take this opportunity

to say I have appreciated
all that you've done,

and indeed continue to do.

The path will test us all in
many ways we cannot imagine.

So live life with purity of heart

and let the instinct do the rest.

Signed, Reverend Samuel Mensees.

Ryan?

Ryan, hey, stop.

Ryan?

You're lazy, Ryan.

I know it,
and deep down you know it.

Ryan.

What?

Well, you've all ready ruined
what's left of my marriage.

If I get caught here,
I can't explain...

Huh.

You best not get caught then.

Best not get caught then.

Well, I don't think we could
get more dodgy if we tried.

Well, then get on with it.

What's the letter all about?

What do you make of it?

Besides the fact that the day
you slaughtered your family is

the same day that this guy's
reading his final sermon,

or mass, whatever it's called,
I don't know.

I said, look closer.

No.

You can't leave.

You have to help me.

You have to give me a chance.
Just because I can't see the..

Careful, now.

You don't want to be seen now,
do you?

Hmm?

Somebody might call the police.

I don't even know why I'm here.

You want this?

1:00 tomorrow.

And not in some forest or
some car park late at night.

And another thing, mate.

I want everything up
until the police came.

Otherwise, no pill.

Aahh!

Have you sent it to the police?

Well, that would give you
Richard's body, wouldn't it?

Yeah.

Well, I'm not about to give
you that piece of information.

Not yet.

Not until I get what's coming
to me.

Ok.

Where's the Dictaphone?

I'm not sticking around.

Now give me the pill.

Four of these might kill you.

Might?

If they don't and mess you up,
you should think about that.

You should think about..

And you should think about
whether you can handle

a story that's going to be on
the front page

of every paper for a month.

That tape might do that.

Might.

But of course, it means you've
got to get your finger out

and actually do something
with it.

You're so.. Laziness is such
an ugly quality, Ryan.

Just look at yourself.

Beautiful wife like Karen,
stuck with a man like you.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Don't.

When do I get some time?

It could be important.

Look, you're always going on
about how you want more money

and a better life,
and then you try

to stop me from doing the things
that might help me get ahead?

Stop blaming me for everything.

I know guys, if they're in
the middle of having sex,

they'd take this text.

They're the ones that get ahead.

Now you're just being ridiculous.

No, I'm not.

Fine.

Do what you want.

Shit.

It's my source.

I do have to go.

You are joking.

This is important.

You're not even getting paid
for this.

How do you know I'm not
getting paid?

This tape is going to put
the kids through school

and pay for our mortgage.

Wh.. the bank one?

Just..

You're not going anywhere.

You're not leaving me alone
with the kids again.

For once in your life could
you just

think of somebody else but yourself?

I am.

That's why I'm doing this.

No, you're not.

Everything is all about you.

If you leave now, just,
just don't bother coming back.

You always say that.

Well, this time I mean it.

You're not going anywhere.

Karen.

I am not moving.

I am leaving.

No, you're not.

Please, let me go.

No.

Let me go.

Ryan, stop.

Ow!

Death by gas or carbon
monoxide is widely

thought to be the least
painful method of suicide.

The common practice of
sitting in your kitchen

and turning on the,
the gas on the cooker

raises its own questions.

And, and what sort of
questions are those?

Most victims will sit close
to the cooker in the hope

that the process will happen quickly

and they will feel no
more than the sensation

of becoming tired and falling asleep.

However, postmortems routinely showed

constant severe bruising to
the head.

This, apparently,
because they were

standing when the gas
finally took over.

The legs would slowly give way
at a point way before this.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Tell me more.

There are also commonly
unexplained tears

in the quadriceps muscles and
the thighs,

as if they had been suddenly used

without sufficient warm up.

So, what, what exactly does
that suggest?

That from the seated floor
position the legs,

when they medically should
no longer be able to receive

instructions from the brain,
make a quick last ditch

attempt to push the body up.

Presumably to create the
opportunity to reach the death

switch on the cooker itself.

Incredible.

Oh, indeed.

Hello?

Ryan, where are you?

I'm with my source.

Where?

In town.

You're such a liar.

You're seeing somebody,
aren't you?

I can't believe it.

Karen, please, look.

I'm not seeing anybody.

Look.

I need to ask you about the pills.

Ok?

The pills.

I knew it.

That's why you've been acting
so weird lately.

I have not been acting weird.

Look, nothing is going on.

Ok?

Just focus.

I need to ask you about the pills.

Were they, you know, were they.. Karen?

Karen, are you there?

Yep.

The pills, were they..

No.

No.

What do you mean, no?

I mean, no.

They're placebos.

Placebos.

Yes.

Ryan?

Ry, you there?

Yeah, uh, sorry.

Uh, I just banged my knee
against this dumb table.

Are you all right, now?

Do I need to get you an ambulance?

No, no.

Oh, no.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

So, Karen, why not the real pills?

Because.

Ok.

Ok.

Can you still get them?

I've all ready got them.

You do?

Yes, think about it.

I couldn't take one or the other.

I had to get both or somebody
would've noticed...

I'm not an idiot.

I didn't take them from my
own shift.

Oh, that is great.

That is really great.

No, it's not great.

This is my job we're talking about.

Half our income.

More, probably.

I wasn't saying anything.

Ok?

Are you even listening to me?

Yes.

Believe me.

Yes.

Karen?

Please.

I need them.

You really are with your source,
aren't you?

Yeah.

Fuck.

I'm really, really sorry.

Ryan?

Ryan?

Ryan.

Ry, Ryan?

The most common way of suicide
by firearm

is to place the barrel in the mouth,

like so, and then pull the trigger.

Strangely enough, though,
there is quite a fear

that the bullet will not
penetrate the brain

and, therefore, serious injury,
as opposed to death,

would occur.

In order to avoid this, great care

is usually taken in positioning
the gun in the center

of the mouth, usually by
biting down on the barrel.

So, what secrets has
your extensive research

uncovered so far?

Well, usually, the side of the
head incurs 90% of the damage.

This is not due to the
kick back of the gun

as there isn't usually enough room

in your oral cavity for this
to be a factor.

Why exactly does this happen?

Well, it would seem that the
body involuntarily repositions

the gun in the milliseconds
that it takes for the trigger

to engage the firing mechanism.

I'll kill him.

I bet you would, too.

It's ok.

I think I can handle it.

It's too important.

Nothing's this important.

You're a dad.

What would your dad have said?

I'm sorry.

He'd be proud of you,
for what you're doing now.

He used to say that in his letters.

How proud of me he was.

Ironically, it's probably
why I never got anywhere.

No.

Those letters are what made
me want to write.

He used to say, if you can write
words well then they'll last.

People will remember.

If you just say...

It's one of the first memories
I have

of wanting to be a reporter.

Yeah.

Ok.

I guess it's time I say so, ok?

Ok, Boss.

Just answer the question, please.

He's everywhere.

What?

He's everywhere, Man.

Unless you chopped him up.

No,

What do you mean he's
everywhere then?

Read the letter.

I have read it a thousand times.

Well read it again.

Dear friends, meet the challenge.

That's where my life is
currently at.

Nine years after joining the
parish.. you know what?

I don't need this.

Hey.

Don't walk away from me.

Hey.

You can't do this.

Do what?

You need me.

Oh, I need you?

I'm gonna make you.

You?

Don't bother.

Stop.

You lazy piece of shit.

This isn't just about you,
you know.

No?

Well, what makes you think you're

going to be on the front
cover of every newspaper

in this country, eh?

You believe that people would
read about some sick kid who

killed his three-year-old brother.

How's that gonna make you feel?

Is it going to make you feel better?

Why would people want
to read about that shit?

Because that's news.

That's what people want to
read about.

Not some fucking bloke picking
up dog shit in the park.

I tell stories that are relevant,

relevant to their lives.

Relevant?

Relevant for who?

For what?

Fucking relevant.

Get out of your fucking
dream world, Ryan.

You know nothing.

Huh?

I know more about journalism
than you'll ever know.

Really?

Yeah, really.

I may have been banged
up for most of my life

and I may have grown up
in there, but I studied.

I've got a fucking degree.

I wasn't the one pissing their
life away.

Well, you know what?

You could've fooled me.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Three reasons people go to
the news.

Go on and what are they?

Three reasons only.

First reason, is my world safe?

Second, is my community safe?

Third, what's new?

Three things in that fucking order.

If anybody tells you any
different, they're lying.

And fuck your editor who tells
you to attach stories of stolen

or lost keys or the right energy.

It's bullshit.

He's lying to ya.

He's stringing you along so
you stay with his dead end shit

newspaper for the rest
of your fucking life.

You don't know what the fuck
you are talking about.

No?

No.

are just some washed up piece
of shit

who pissed his life away in a cell.

Because you lost the
plot when you were 12.

And so what?

Who gives a fucking shit?
'Cause I don't.

You know what?
You know what?

In fact, fuck you.

Go and get them.

You do it.

Do us all a favor,
you selfish piece of shit.

Uhh.

Fuck.

Do not call me selfish.

I'm going to make you.

Do you understand that?

You are going to be you
because of me.

Not because of something
you did with your life,

but because of me.

Don't you ever call me selfish,
you fucking sack of shit.

You killed your brother.

I saved my little brother.

I saved him from what was
going to happen to him.

I saved...

What the fuck are you talking about?

Ryan, you'll never understand.

You had the perfect dad.

Your dad didn't touch you,
did he?

Sit down and watch porn with you?

Didn't teach you how to do a
good blow job.

Did he?

Did he?

You think that's sick,
don't you, huh?

Imagine how I felt.

I was seven.

Seven years old.

I didn't know if it was
normal or not.

For all I knew all of my
friends went

home and had sex with their dads.

This is not something
you talk about, is it?

Is it?

What?

No one knew?

Not even your mom?

My fucking pure as a driven
snow mother.

My fucking wonderful protector.

She knew.

She did fuck, though.

She did nothing.

Not a damn thing.

Every single day I could see him.

See it in his fucking eyes.

He was looking at Richard the
same way

as he used to look at me.

I could see it.

Why didn't you tell anybody, Man?

What are you?

A fucking TV commercial?

It's bullshit.

Kids don't talk to adults.

95% of this shit never gets
reported when it's happening.

Some people,
it's when they reach 20,

and they don't know whether
they're gay or not.

They don't know.

Only some things we know naturally.

It hurts.

But I can talk about it.

Not when you're,
not when you're seven.

When you're eight,
when you're nine,

when you're ten, eleven and twelve.

You can't talk about it.

I lived in this little neighborhood.

Everyone would have known.

They would have known.

They would have looked at me
every day.

There's somebody goes.

There goes the kid with
a piece of shit dad.

He's a boy.

He's only joking.

That's a time I went through
when I was on my own.

I didn't want a piece of shit dad.

I just wished him gone.

No!

Stop it!

Go away!

Yeah.

Can I have a taxi please, straightaway?

Going from...

It's just a.., if that makes sense.

One other person knew.

What?

Someone else knew.

Who?

First and last word of every sentence.

It's not exactly the Enigma Code,
is it?

He was the only one I could trust.

He was always writing through
parish letters to me.

Meet at 9:00 on Sunday, 19th,
in Village

Green with your brother.

I'll do the rest.

If he knew about it,
why didn't he do something?

He was a Reverend.

He could have asked the
police or something.

And then what?

Hmm?

Then what happens to Richard?

He's bounced around at every
foster home in the county.

Visited every five minutes by
social workers

and shrinks reminding him
every five minutes

of the piece of shit family
that he had.

Promised him nothing would
happen to him.

Promised him that.

He's better off not knowing
that he

had a shitty family like he had.

That way he could, could go,
get away from this life

and, and be free.

You didn't kill him, did you?

He's still alive, huh?

What about the DNA on the hands?

You had his blood on your fingernails.

Reverend Mensees helped you
with all of this?

He didn't know.

We were, we were gonna
leave in the night

when mom and dad were asleep.

We took the reverend and just disappeared.

Go to the continent.

Go anywhere.

Just get away.

We were past the bedroom.

I could see him asleep.

I thought, fuck you.

Went back to the kitchen.

I got a knife.

And then I was back in the bedroom

and, when we didn't show up,
Reverend Mensees

came looking for us.

He was calm.

But he said that he could only
take Richard with him now,

and that we'd have to cut him
and put the blood on me.

And he said to me,
don't talk to anyone.

Don't talk to anyone but God.

And that's what I did.

But he said that, one day,
everything will be all right.

How could you not say
anything to anybody?

Through the entire trial,
the investigation, everything?

It was just a decision.

That's all.

Nothing I could say was going to
make the situation any better.

So I did what Father Mensees said.

I said nothing.

Not to the, to the police,
not to the social workers,

the lawyers, nobody.

It was better that way.

Wait.

Wait.

What are you doing?

No.

There's so many questions.

I mean, what about,
what about Richard and Reverend,

Reverend Mensees?

He's dead.

Who?

Richard?

Father Mensees.

If he was alive, I would never
have gone through with this.

What about Richard?

Then you don't have to die.

Ok?

You don't have to die.

They are keeping your identity
out of this.

We can talk to Richard.

Look.

Don't do this.

I'm never going to escape this.

Don't do this.

Don't do this.

All right.

You'll be a hero then.

The public will love you.

We'll make sure of that.

Take care, Ryan.

William, don't do this.

William.

William.

William.

I know who you were.

Really?

I doubt it.

Bothersome dream.

Stupid little dream.

Tell me about it.

What's that got to do with this?

What's that got to do with this?

It's got everything to do
with this.

Why?

Because it tells you who you are.

Why do you think I chose you?

I know about.. I know who you are.

You're sick, Man.

Lucky for you that I am.

I'm going to make you.

Do you understand that?

You are going to be you
because of me.

Excuse me.

Have you seen a set of car keys?

Anyone?

Car keys?

No, Mate.

No sight here or there?

No.

Somebody left those in the back.

Cheers.

Fuck.

The consumption of large quantities

of over-the-counter pills is the
most common attempted suicide.

It's also the least successful.

Really?

Interesting.

It would seem to be the
easiest and most accessible.

Yes, it would.

You're quite right about that.

But there comes a point
while ingesting the pills

that the body begins to shut down.

This is not brought on by the
drugs entering the bloodstream.

By this time, they haven't
had the chance to break down.

But it is brought on by fear.

Fear?

The, so the brain, as the
organ that mentally leads

the human body's decisions,
recognizes the danger.

You would think so, wouldn't you?

But in fact, the brain has made
the decision to commit suicide.

Therefore, the recognition of
danger comes from the body.

It identifies that the brain
is no longer acting in its best

interests and tries to take over.

Well, that is astonishing.

Quite.

Thanks, Mate.

Come on.

Come on.

William?

William.

William?

William.

Undeniably you've done some
amazing research

on this subject.

What has it led you to conclude?

I can conclude that the body works

independently of the brain.

But the brain doesn't work
independently of the body.

Why?

Because the brain is a part
of the body and not

the other way around.

That's fascinating.

But so simple when
you think about it.

Why you?

The first person to really
get to the bottom

of such an important medical issue?

I mean, indeed, an issue that,
that challenges the way

mankind thinks about the human body.

The main problem is that we
just never have the opportunity

to witness the body thinking
for itself.

Never, that is, except for
at the point of regret.

At that moment, when the body
shuts down the brain, when

it realizes things are
progressing beyond what

is an acceptable level for survival,

that is the point of regret.

The body involuntarily acts
on a subconscious level.

And this is, inevitably,
that human being's

last action before death.

And so this is what you'd
like to show us today.

Oh, absolutely.

There is a great deal of evidence

behind the point of regret theory.

And now, hopefully, we can
see it happen in person.

I will take the pills and
then slide under the water.

The pills will cause my heart
to stop

beating in about 30 to 45 seconds.

So they will be the cause
of death, and not drowning.

I just wanted to make that clear.

That the body's actions as
I hit the point of regret

will not relate to being
submerged in water,

but instead to trying to get
the pills from out of my body.

30 years ago one story

gripped an entire nation.

It was the shocking story of
the killer kid.

A 12-year-old boy from a loving,
middle-class family

who lived in this Yorkshire
farmhouse you see behind me,

brutally murdered his mother
and father

by repeatedly stabbing them
with a knife while they slept.

He then turned the knife on
his three

year old brother, Richard.

And to add to the mystery,
Richard's body

has never been found.

Dear, Ryan.

You always made me proud and
you always will.

Never was I so excited as when
I picked up an article of yours

to read.

This pride is something
I am eternally grateful for.

It was the days before forensics,

but a burning question still remains.

How could a 12 year old boy outwit

police dog teams, the police force,

and indeed, an entire community?

Well, we would never know
because in yet

another amazing twist,
the killer kid

refused to talk to anyone, anywhere.

Frustrating the media,
the prosecutors, social workers,

and even his own defense team.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

I'm looking for Karen Jackson.

Who are you?

Oh, I'm Andy.

I..

Dad, it's ok.

You know him?

Hey.

How are you doing?

I'm ok.

It would be 18 months

before he uttered a single
word and never

would he talk about what happened.

Everyone's been talking about..
but I tried to phone, but..

I, uh,
I switched my phone off, but..

Is Ryan here?

No, uh, he's coming.

I got you these.

Well, I stole it from a
friend from work.

Thanks.

Um, look, I, I..

Yeah, yeah.

Sure, sure.

He was the boy who

united our nation in hatred
and disgust.

His actions that came closer
than any other

to bringing back capital punishment.

Not only that, but it was
proposed that the death penalty

be brought back for a 12 year
old boy.

We, the public.

Today, a new and indisputable
evidence has come to light.

The final twist in a case
full of twists.

And this will be the toughest
one for the public to swallow.

Why?

Because this is actually a
story of incredible courage,

unselfishness, and love.

And how we, as an entire
nation, got it wrong.

And now we'll have to live
with this blood on our hands,

forever.

Dear, Ryan.

You never read this.

For 30 years I've wanted to
tell you that I have two boys.

Not by blood, but by the
stronger bond of love.

Watching you be happy is all
that your brother ever wanted.

He is the only one that loved
you enough to save you.

Love, Dad.

Dear, Ryan.

I am not your real father.

Steven Maynard is not my real name.

It's actually Samuel Mensees.

I will write these letters to
tell you

about the first years of your life.

The life that has been hidden
from you as you

deserve to know the truth.

For if you are reading this,
then God has supported me

in the actions that tested my
faith and you have met William.

Love, Dad.

Dear, Ryan.

You were born in Yorkshire
and no one

was more excited than William
by the arrival

of his new little brother.

When he came to me,
it was difficult to believe

the horrors he spoke of.

Ladies and gentlemen, that was
Dr. William Reynolds talking

exclusively to us about his
groundbreaking new theory,

the point of regret.

Good night.