Extremely Dangerous (1999–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
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(mysterious techno music)
(children chattering)
- [Officer] Sweet little
things, aren't they sir?
- Innocence of youth.
- One of 'em yours?
So which one, does she look like you?
- No, I'm just passing really.
- Just passing?
Well according to the complainant,
you've been standing here
for about half an hour.
- What complainant?
- Times we live in, sir.
Neighbourhood watch, calls we get in.
Still, have to go through
the motions though.
Let's have your name.
- Davis, William H.
- You got any ID?
- [William] Not on me, no.
- [Officer] Phone number?
- Yeah, something here.
(fist slamming)
(officer exclaiming)
(metal fence clanging)
(dramatic music)
(kids screaming)
- [Man] You all right, mate?
(sirens wailing)
(gate clanging)
(gate squeaking)
- [Man] Down there, down there!
(officer groaning)
- [Officer] He's down there, after him!
- Suspect heading due east on foot.
(sirens wailing)
(engine revving)
- Running over here, I see him!
(siren wailing)
(door thudding)
- [Officer] That's him!
(siren wailing)
(dramatic music)
(traffic whooshing)
(metal clanging)
(water splashing)
(sirens wailing)
- [Officer] Getting over
the bridge, come on!
(dramatic music)
(sirens wailing)
(officer yelling)
(phone slamming)
(distant phone ringing)
- Two days ago we had a visitation,
I asked you not to mention it to anyone
inside or outside this office,
not even our colleagues in
the Police National Unit.
I have now consulted
our masters in Millbank
and here is their decision.
As far as this service is concerned,
Neil Byrne never existed.
His records have been erased.
And officially, we have
no interest in the matter.
He never worked for us.
- And unofficially?
- Unofficially, I asked
myself, why was he here?
Why take such a chance?
(dog barking)
Maybe there's no logic to his actions.
But until he's recaptured,
this section is on high alert
for further hostile acts.
To that end, you will each carry
your personal weapon at
all times, am I understood?
- Perfectly.
(phone ringing)
(dogs barking)
- Okay, let's wrap it up.
If it was him, he'll be long gone by now.
(radio chattering)
(door squeaking)
- Confession time, sir.
He left this book on the train.
- "Patagonia"?
- It's not my cup of tea, sir.
I started to read it but then
I thought prisoners' property.
If he ever comes back,
the visitors would raise the Riot Act.
- Without a doubt.
Can't keep a double murderer
from his reading matter.
- [Officer] No sir.
- What's all this?
- [Officer] Some sort of shorthand, sir.
- Pitmans?
- [Officer] No sir, Samuel
Peep's invented his own.
- Thank you.
- [Officer] I'll pass it on to COD--
- No, not just yet.
It's me he phones.
- [Officer] Yes, sir.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(water trickling)
(man huffing)
(water splashing)
(gravel crunching)
- A high speed chase
took place this morning
when a police officer was attacked
outside Our Lady Primary
School in Wilmslow.
The man was pursued across rooftops
and via canal side to
Green Street Gas Works
where the attacker eluded police
and dogs and a helicopter.
The officer, who's eardrums
were perforated in the attack,
is now recovering in hospital.
Our reporter Nick Bevin,
was at the CID headquarters.
- This is Detective Inspector Daniel Ford
who lead the murder inquiry
leading to the conviction
of alleged MI5 agent, Neil Byrne.
Inspector, Neil Byrne's now
the most wanted man in Britain.
Is this the man who brought Manchester
to a stand still today
with police deploying
helicopters, road blocks
and I understand, an armed response unit.
- The man who injured PC Styrine,
has been trained in unarmed
combat and evasive manoeuvres.
(door banging)
- Jessie, find the times for
trains to Manchester, would ya.
- Have you got clean things?
- [Chief] Don't get personal.
- I'll pack you a sandwich.
- Ah Bill, better get hold of
the Deputy Chief Constable,
let Manchester CID know I'm on my way.
- Chief, the protocol is
Senior Operations Officer
contacts Manchester Admin and Ops,
who creates a formal agreement
for you to investigate in their territory,
it's gonna take some time.
- Precisely, so sod the protocol!
And Jessie?
- Sir?
- Naught it matters.
(phone ringing)
(door creaks)
(bolt clicks)
(cat meows distantly)
(Neil gasping)
(knuckles rapping)
(water gurgling)
(knuckles rapping)
- [Edith] Mr. Peters?
It's Edith Ramsay.
- Sorry, I'm not decent.
- Oh, (chuckles) it don't worry me, love.
I've seen it all before.
- What can I, how can I help ya?
- [Edith] I'm just
rustlin' up an omelette.
- Sorry?
- Omelette!
Cheese an' ham!
I've got more eggs than I need.
Care to partake?
(Neil clears throat)
- Actually, I'm just off to work Mrs. R.
Thanks.
- Oh.
- Thanks all the same.
- 'Nother time, perhaps.
- Yeah, perhaps.
(foreboding music)
(water splashes)
- What yer doin' Neil?
Try'na work out who you really are?
(lively instrumental music)
- He says to me, where.
Man, are you listening to me?
- Every word, Skankie.
- Where is the red light district?
- And you replied?
- And I replied, where is it not?
For this is Babylon!
- [Al] Bet that foxed him.
- Right, I'm off.
Books too?
- Long story, Spanish.
- What time you want me back, Al?
- You wanna do a late shift?
10 'til four?
- Yeah, whatever.
- You fancy Deansgate?
Key Street clubs and stuff?
- Yeah, no prob.
- [Skankie] Watch out for Martina.
- Who's she?
- Six foot transvestite.
Likes to do business in Beck.
- (chuckles) Bit too young
for that kinda thing.
(lively music)
(car doors slams)
- What we gonna give Joe and Annie
when they come over on Sunday?
- Joe likes pigs trotters.
- Oh, you are kidding?
- Yeah, used to be miners' welfare food.
Now, crispy trotters in
marmalade with red pickles
is the height of haute cuisine!
- Yeah, well crispy marmalade
trotters are beyond me
and Sue Ling's off this weekend.
- How about a traditional roast, love?
- No, it's so predictable.
- (sighs) Joe is very conservative.
- Look, I'll be on the butcher's counter.
- Ah God. (mutters)
(announcer chattering)
- [Neil] You always did
have a sweet tooth, Jacko.
- Byrne.
What's your game?
In your shoes I'd be in
Monte-bloody-video by this time.
- In my shoes you'd be doing
exactly the same thing.
- With your money?
You must be insane to stay around 'ere.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- What's that then?
- Oh yeah. (chuckles)
200 big ones.
(announcer chattering)
- [Announcer] For line 23 (chattering).
(engine revving)
(door thuds)
- I don't mind tellin' ya.
What you did was too much
even for us bad boys.
We've all got evil tempers,
but a butcher's boning knife?
(shopping carts crashing)
- That 200 thou, just run,
run that past me one more time, Jacko.
- Are you wired, Neil?
Is that what this is, a fit-up, eh?
Are you on the lam or this
just a coppers' showtime?
(tense music)
- [Officer] Excuse me
ma'am, can you come with us?
- [Woman] What for?
- [Officer] Just to the--
- Tell you what, I'll
make you a deal, Jacko.
- Meaning?
- Meaning tell me who killed 'em.
Eh, just me a whisp and
I'll let ya sleep nights.
Write it down if yer worried.
- You killed them, my old
son, we all know that.
Or were you sleeping
through yer own trial?
- I'm after the truth, Jacko.
- For a man who's close to death,
you've got nerve, I'll lend yer that.
- This is just the beginning.
- [Jacko] Go back to prison, Byrne.
It's safer!
- I got salmon.
If it's nice we can eat it in garden.
Come on.
(store announcer chattering)
- [Officer] Home Office visit,
Friday the 16th at five p.m.
- [Gregg] Don't they have homes to go to?
- Prisoners' Friends for
Reform of The Prison Service,
Monday the 19th at nine a.m.
- You'd think it was our fault
they break the bloody
law in the first place.
- [Officer] They blame society.
(Gregg laughs)
(telephone rings)
- Gregg.
- Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Gregg.
It's about that book I left
on the train, "Patagonia."
- It's Byrne, get a trace--
- Does it have notes
in the margin?
- On governor's mobile.
- [Gregg] Some sort of shorthand?
- It's turned up?
- As soon as you're back,
"Patagonia" is yours.
- You have a gut feeling
about me, Mr. Gregg.
You know an innocent man,
that's what they say.
- Byrne, every day out of
prison makes it worse for you.
- Don't tell me about worse.
- You're a young man, Neil,
it's not the end of the road.
- Try sayin' that from a cell on row 43.
- [Gregg] Fresh evidence
could take you to the Lords.
- Yeah?
(lock rattles)
Fresh evidence is what I
jumped that train to find.
Are yer trained to negotiate, Mr. Gregg?
Next time I phone, have that book handy.
- Did you get it?
- [Officer] No, sir.
- Tossers.
(suspenseful music)
- [Woman] Who is it?
- [Man] Are you doing
a double shift, sarge?
(police radio chattering)
(beads rattling)
(glass crashes)
- [Man] There's nothing doing
here, it's all quiet now.
(shoes skidding)
- [Sarah] I love you, daddy.
(eerie music)
Can I have a dog, daddy?
(Alison gasps)
- A dog?
Mummy?
- And who's gonna take care of it?
You are mummy, you take care of everybody.
(parents chuckling)
(Alison murmuring faintly)
(Neil gasping)
- What sorta day was it?
- Ah, it was okay.
- Ah Neil.
(Neil gasping)
(Sarah babbles)
- [Neil] Sarah!
- I love you, daddy.
(Neil sobbing)
(people chattering)
- [Danny] DCS Wallace, DI Danny Ford.
Who felt Byrne's collar
in the first place.
Nice work, it was the, the
child's DNA, was the clincher.
And for reasons of logic that escape me,
I find his file back on my desk.
- Don't worry, I'll find him.
- I can't imagine him going
back to your jurisdiction.
- Well, you see he escaped
on my patch so it's my job
to feel his collar, in
Manchester or Timbuktu.
- I'm sorry they parked
you in an interview room.
Cells all taken, were they?
- Right, I'll need an office,
a couple of CID officers,
access to your Byrne operation,
five minutes with the Deputy
Chief Constable out of curtesy,
a car with a driver and a
secure link with my own ops room
and the governor at Garston Prison.
(telephone ringing)
- Dial eight for an outside line.
I'll organise a swipe card
so you can come in and out
but it won't cover op
or intelligence areas.
The carpool manager is on sick leave,
but we do have a very good taxi service.
The canteen is run on a
chip, but not to visitors.
To you, it's cash.
- A gas works.
- Sorry?
- Last seen entering a gas works.
- Yeah, yeah that's right
and then we lost him.
- Location?
- Sorry, I'm not with you.
- Have you heard, Mr. Ford,
of Her Majesty's
Inspectorate of Constabulary?
- Of course.
- Hm, how would your boss like
it if I pick up that phone
and have 'em crawling all over this place
in a three week efficiency evaluation?
- And you can do all that
with just the one phone call?
(briefcase slams)
(telephone dialling)
(telephone ringing)
- [Man] Good morning,
Her Majesty's Inspectorate
of Constabulary.
- Do you feel lucky?
(telephone clicks)
- [Danny] So you play hardball in--
- In the sticks?
Son, I was Glasgow tech for 15 years.
Gimme jack an' skipper.
Murder an' robbery.
- Shit.
- I've had worse welcomes.
- I suppose we're both
after the same thing.
- Ah-ha, you want a wee pub
in Dumfries as well, eh?
Come here, look at this.
Now, see this.
A man could remain quite
still a couple of feet
under the water and breathe through this.
You ever see that old Sidney Poitier film?
- Uh, no.
- Right, evidence bag.
Forensics lab.
You'll find Byrne's salvia on that end.
You have got samples
of his DNA, I take it?
- And why that end?
Because it's wet.
(water splashing)
(knuckles rapping)
- [Nurse] Hello.
We'll just be about five minutes.
- Be a treasure and come back later.
- Eh, haven't I seen you on TV?
- Doubt it, unless it
were on "Crimewatch."
(both chuckling)
- You are on bloody "Crimewatch."
Any further with the book?
- Yeah, I'm workin' on it.
- [Frank] That copper's a bloody nark.
Time is not on your side.
- [Neil] Well, like I said
Frank, it's nothing personal.
- (laughs) You would've
put me down the steps.
I call that personal. (laughs)
- Frank, you were thumbin'
a lift for a laggin'.
How many stiffs are proppin'
up motorways and supermarkets?
And you plead your way to
the top of the heap, eh?
How many illegal immigrants are down there
amongst the haddock and the seaweed?
After they'd paid their three grand.
(both chuckling)
(Franks coughs)
- Don't make me laugh.
Me ticker can't stand it.
(door creaks)
(suspenseful music)
(Frank sighs)
(door clicks)
- [Daughter] Look at us. (exhales)
(sighs) How did it come to this?
- [Frank] What's brought you back 'ere?
- Jacko Palmer thinks
you paid me two big ones
around about the time I went down,
and I'm just wonderin', eh?
Somebody been robbin' the family business?
- What's it to you?
You put him here.
- Yeah, sure, blame me.
Big Frank, too tough to fall
apart over a mere betrayal.
- Dad was running an investigation.
- I'd put a team in.
Getting someplace too.
- Til your trial brought him down.
- Oh, I bet that were
a Godsend for somebody
with their fingers in the till.
- Ah, the management's been lying
about who the money goes to.
- Why me?
Why me of all people?
- We wanted you out, it
was the push you needed.
- What, so you could use me?
- Yes, and?
- But you don't think
I'd kill my own family?
- Son, we don't give a monkey's toss
if you massacred an
entire sodding orphanage.
Those figures will do some good
for you and in the process,
bring down those who've
brought me to this.
(sighs) I'm gonna rest now
and I suggest you go.
- That nurse will have phoned Joe Connor.
He pays her a pony a day.
(people chattering)
- Get onto the roof.
And Neil?
- Yeah.
- [Daughter] Crack those
numbers or I'll top you meself.
- [Nurse] Excuse me, no, you
can't go in there, excuse me.
- Get outta here.
- [Wallace] Is this our
team in the blue van?
- [Danny] Mm-hmm.
(door slams)
(door clicking)
(door thuds)
(suspenseful music)
- Somebody's been in here.
- Mm-hmm, recently.
- Him.
- Could be the press.
They need pictures for this new story.
Byrne at large in city.
- You attend the original crime scene?
- [Danny] Yeah, pretty grim.
- [Man] Only seven weeks to go.
I'm lining up the prince
for our gala opening.
- How about Liz and Hugh?
- (laughs) What exactly are you on?
Liz and Hugh are glamour,
international, jet-set,
the high life personified,
they don't open places.
- Not yet, but that is the right image.
Romantic interludes, upmarket
weekends without the kids.
- [Man In Sunglasses] Second honeymoons.
- Even married couples hanker
after Liz and Hugh's lifestyle.
- And how about Richard and Judy?
- [Woman] Oh for God's sake.
(elevator bell dings)
- The little shit!
That murderin' snout bastard.
Right there in the hypermarket.
Wendy was with me, I need
quality time for Christ's sake!
I'll kill him!
- He was here, earlier today.
- Wait a minute.
- He's comin' after us?
- Yeah.
- [Man] Is he mad?
- What are we runnin' 'ere?
A kindergarten?
I mean why is it, humour me here,
why is it that the most
wanted man in England--
- Britain!
- Do ya mind?
Can find us, but we can't bloody find him?
- We should set a trap.
- Good, so set a trap.
I wanna a word with Mr. Byrne.
(Danny sniffs)
- It's gun oil.
Parker Hale 303, there's no mistake.
- Well that's just dandy.
- I vote we squash him.
Like a bleedin' bug.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Let's take a vote.
We waste him, agreed?
- Yeah.
- Right, next problem.
City surveyor's report.
(chuckling) Oh God.
- He won't green-light
the Arndale project.
- One of these days we're gonna
run out of bloody surveyors.
- [Reporter] The hunt for the
escaped murderer Neil Byrne is
now centred in Manchester.
Byrne, 38, has been confirmed as the man
who attacked a police
officer yesterday morning--
- There you are.
- Ta very much.
- [Reporter] Outside an infant school.
Rotherham born Byrne, a
former government agent,
escaped from a train earlier this week--
(television chatters)
- You ever been to Rotherham?
- Passed through.
You?
- Brother's got a corner shop there.
- Yeah?
- Mm, Westfield Street.
- He all right?
- So-so, works all the hours God gave him.
Where you wanna go?
- We don't want a minicab.
- Oh, you're lookin' for work?
(gentle music)
(gun clicks)
I'll never get this right.
- Look lads, what exactly do you want?
- Exactly?
I'll tell you what we exactly want.
- The money.
- [Skankie] What money?
- [Both] All the money!
(liquid splashes)
(gun fires)
(man yells)
(blows thudding)
(men grunting)
- Go on, Spanish, hit him!
(blows thudding)
(men grunting)
Come on Spanish!
Get him, come on!
(glass crashing)
(thug screaming)
Behind you Spanish, come on!
Move will ya!
(robber yells)
- Come on then!
Come on then!
(robbers panting)
(men shouting)
(glass crashing)
(blows thudding)
(men groaning)
- Come on, hit him!
I'll fuckin' have ya.
I'll kill the little bastard!
Come on.
- Leave it!
(gun fires)
- [Man] Warmed up then and
get some letters written.
- [Man] I write home everyday.
- [Man] Once a day?
- [Man] Well, I say, that's
the trouble with you,
no outside responsibilities.
You want a wife, a family,
a thought of the future.
Now, if you were married and
knew that when the war's over
you could--
(debris clatters)
(Neil gasping)
(suspenseful music)
- [Allison] I hate this bloody life.
It's a half life.
One of these days you'll
forget who you really are.
♪ I thought you'd listen to my reason ♪
♪ But now I see you,
you don't hear a thing ♪
♪ Tried to make you see
how it's got to be ♪
♪ Yes, it's all right, all or nothing ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, all or nothing ♪
♪ Come on higher ♪
♪ All or nothing for me ♪
(radio clicks)
(teacup rattles)
(doors thuds)
- Lovely mornin'.
- [Neil] Yeah, yeah, could be a scorcher.
- I hope you didn't mind.
- Mind what?
- Me, askin' ya to supper.
- Oh no, no, it's very kind.
But I had to work.
- You, have you ever tried
them boil-in-the-bag curries?
- Boil-in-the-bag?
Yeah, sure I live off 'em.
(both laughing)
- Yeah, I thought you might, it's,
well, I'm just makin'
some pot roast for lunch
and well maybe, seeing as ya work nights.
- Pot roast?
Wouldn't miss it for the world, what time?
- Oh, say about one?
- One o'clock, I'll be there.
- (chuckles) Better get it started then!
Pot roast!
Pot roast.
(door thuds)
- (sighs) What arsehole wrote this?
Listen to this.
Escaped lifer Neil Byrne
is suspected by police
of murdering three other little girls
in the north of England.
The first toddler was found
strangled in 1996, so.
- You never mentioned any of this to me.
- Well it's rubbish!
Byrne killed his wife and
daughter, and went down for it.
But serial killer?
Not a chance!
- Reporter's byline is Rod
Manson, does that ring any bells?
- Ah, usual lowlife.
Started out in local sport.
Hangs around with quote
unquote the underworld.
Pays a bit a dropsy to bent coppers.
- Sounds like a regular citizen shite.
(rain pattering)
(foreboding music)
(cars whooshing)
- Well now Rod, come along way
from stakin' out massage parlours
and town councillors, ain't yer?
- Neil Byrne.
- Let's go for a drive.
- A drive?
Where?
- You know, some place we can talk.
I know you Manson, you don't
have the wit to invent this.
- Who fed you the story?
- Nobody.
- Well that's too bad for you then.
- Meaning?
- Whoever wants this story
put about, I want him.
And if that turns out
to be you and you alone,
then we're gonna have
to go somewhere quiet.
- Quiet?
- Yeah, you've just run
yourself an exclusive
with a sadistic killer.
Who was it?
- I can't tell you, Neil.
The truth is, I'm more terrified
of him than I am of you.
- Oh we'll soon fix that.
(Rod groans)
(petrol splashes)
Pork cracklin'.
Just thinking out loud.
(Rod muffled speaking)
(Rod gasps)
Can't hear ya.
- (panting) Gebbert, Alan Gebbert.
(tape ripping)
- Shouldn't smoke for awhile.
(trunk slams)
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
♪ Baby lover ♪
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
♪ Baby lover ♪
♪ When things go wrong, you understand ♪
♪ You make me strong
with your tender hands ♪
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
(knuckles rapping)
♪ Baby lover ♪
♪ I love you so ♪
- Thought you weren't comin'.
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
(footsteps tapping)
(metal clinks)
(people chattering)
- That seat's taken, mate.
- So Alan, been a long time.
- Why am I not surprised to see you?
- Just had a chat with Rod Manson.
- Is that why you're taken this risk?
You're miffed at your press coverage?
- You paid him two grand and a bit
to put that shit in his paper.
That's all right, makes
my job a lot simpler.
- What job's that?
- Finding who killed Alison and Sarah.
And do we a favour, don't
say you thought it were me.
- Mate, I've never had
any doubt it were you.
As for why I feed that serial
killer story to the papers,
ain't you worked that out?
- Surprise me.
You see Rod Manson's byline,
you're bound to have a word with Rod.
Rod, not the world's greatest hero,
blabs it were me in back of it.
- And now here I am.
- Here you are.
You're a dead man, Neil.
Not nice knowin' you.
(man groans)
(bottle crashes)
- Not here.
(energetic music)
(gun clicks)
No shooters boy, we've got him.
(punch thuds)
(men yelling)
(kick thuds)
(knife ripping)
(man yelps)
(kick thuds)
(bar clatters)
(men yelling)
Oh, enough.
(wheels screeching)
(slow, tense music)
(Neil pants)
- Back off Elgin.
- Die is cast, Ms. Fleming.
Step aside.
- Back off.
You.
Get in.
(Neil gasping)
(bar clatters)
(footsteps tapping)
(car door slams)
(engine revving)
(wheels screeching)
(seagulls squawking)
(handbrake clicks)
(car door thuds)
(ships honking distantly)
You were safer in prison.
(trunk slams)
(Neil moans)
- Why you doin' this, Annie?
- You're not much use to us dead.
(Neil gasps)
- Look, say it turns out to be
Joe robbin' the family store.
- No, Joe has his faults
but he's a man of honour,
enjoys the respect too much
to thieve from his own.
- [Neil] So why not tell him the numbers?
- I bow to my father in that.
- So if push comes to shove,
you'll destroy the hand that feeds ya?
- I'm only in his bed to survive.
It's not what I wanted.
- Okay, I'll get the numbers sorted, yeah?
But I need something from you in return.
- What's that?
- Well, just suppose, for a laugh,
I'm not the sorta bloke to
murder his wife and child.
There's something I'm missin' Annie.
And I don't know what it is yet.
I need your eyes and ears, Annie.
Yeah?
(police car sirens)
(police radio chatters)
(engine revving)
What's up?
- [Man] Been a murder. (scoffs)
Dreadful apparently, blood everywhere.
Eh, poor lass.
She were a good laugh, were Edith.
(grim music)
- Edith?
- [Man] Yeah, traffic warden's widow.
(dramatic music)
They say it were terrible.
Like Jack the Ripper.
(police radio chatters)
(people chattering)
(sombre music)
(radio chattering)
(dramatic music)
---
(mysterious techno music)
(children chattering)
- [Officer] Sweet little
things, aren't they sir?
- Innocence of youth.
- One of 'em yours?
So which one, does she look like you?
- No, I'm just passing really.
- Just passing?
Well according to the complainant,
you've been standing here
for about half an hour.
- What complainant?
- Times we live in, sir.
Neighbourhood watch, calls we get in.
Still, have to go through
the motions though.
Let's have your name.
- Davis, William H.
- You got any ID?
- [William] Not on me, no.
- [Officer] Phone number?
- Yeah, something here.
(fist slamming)
(officer exclaiming)
(metal fence clanging)
(dramatic music)
(kids screaming)
- [Man] You all right, mate?
(sirens wailing)
(gate clanging)
(gate squeaking)
- [Man] Down there, down there!
(officer groaning)
- [Officer] He's down there, after him!
- Suspect heading due east on foot.
(sirens wailing)
(engine revving)
- Running over here, I see him!
(siren wailing)
(door thudding)
- [Officer] That's him!
(siren wailing)
(dramatic music)
(traffic whooshing)
(metal clanging)
(water splashing)
(sirens wailing)
- [Officer] Getting over
the bridge, come on!
(dramatic music)
(sirens wailing)
(officer yelling)
(phone slamming)
(distant phone ringing)
- Two days ago we had a visitation,
I asked you not to mention it to anyone
inside or outside this office,
not even our colleagues in
the Police National Unit.
I have now consulted
our masters in Millbank
and here is their decision.
As far as this service is concerned,
Neil Byrne never existed.
His records have been erased.
And officially, we have
no interest in the matter.
He never worked for us.
- And unofficially?
- Unofficially, I asked
myself, why was he here?
Why take such a chance?
(dog barking)
Maybe there's no logic to his actions.
But until he's recaptured,
this section is on high alert
for further hostile acts.
To that end, you will each carry
your personal weapon at
all times, am I understood?
- Perfectly.
(phone ringing)
(dogs barking)
- Okay, let's wrap it up.
If it was him, he'll be long gone by now.
(radio chattering)
(door squeaking)
- Confession time, sir.
He left this book on the train.
- "Patagonia"?
- It's not my cup of tea, sir.
I started to read it but then
I thought prisoners' property.
If he ever comes back,
the visitors would raise the Riot Act.
- Without a doubt.
Can't keep a double murderer
from his reading matter.
- [Officer] No sir.
- What's all this?
- [Officer] Some sort of shorthand, sir.
- Pitmans?
- [Officer] No sir, Samuel
Peep's invented his own.
- Thank you.
- [Officer] I'll pass it on to COD--
- No, not just yet.
It's me he phones.
- [Officer] Yes, sir.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(water trickling)
(man huffing)
(water splashing)
(gravel crunching)
- A high speed chase
took place this morning
when a police officer was attacked
outside Our Lady Primary
School in Wilmslow.
The man was pursued across rooftops
and via canal side to
Green Street Gas Works
where the attacker eluded police
and dogs and a helicopter.
The officer, who's eardrums
were perforated in the attack,
is now recovering in hospital.
Our reporter Nick Bevin,
was at the CID headquarters.
- This is Detective Inspector Daniel Ford
who lead the murder inquiry
leading to the conviction
of alleged MI5 agent, Neil Byrne.
Inspector, Neil Byrne's now
the most wanted man in Britain.
Is this the man who brought Manchester
to a stand still today
with police deploying
helicopters, road blocks
and I understand, an armed response unit.
- The man who injured PC Styrine,
has been trained in unarmed
combat and evasive manoeuvres.
(door banging)
- Jessie, find the times for
trains to Manchester, would ya.
- Have you got clean things?
- [Chief] Don't get personal.
- I'll pack you a sandwich.
- Ah Bill, better get hold of
the Deputy Chief Constable,
let Manchester CID know I'm on my way.
- Chief, the protocol is
Senior Operations Officer
contacts Manchester Admin and Ops,
who creates a formal agreement
for you to investigate in their territory,
it's gonna take some time.
- Precisely, so sod the protocol!
And Jessie?
- Sir?
- Naught it matters.
(phone ringing)
(door creaks)
(bolt clicks)
(cat meows distantly)
(Neil gasping)
(knuckles rapping)
(water gurgling)
(knuckles rapping)
- [Edith] Mr. Peters?
It's Edith Ramsay.
- Sorry, I'm not decent.
- Oh, (chuckles) it don't worry me, love.
I've seen it all before.
- What can I, how can I help ya?
- [Edith] I'm just
rustlin' up an omelette.
- Sorry?
- Omelette!
Cheese an' ham!
I've got more eggs than I need.
Care to partake?
(Neil clears throat)
- Actually, I'm just off to work Mrs. R.
Thanks.
- Oh.
- Thanks all the same.
- 'Nother time, perhaps.
- Yeah, perhaps.
(foreboding music)
(water splashes)
- What yer doin' Neil?
Try'na work out who you really are?
(lively instrumental music)
- He says to me, where.
Man, are you listening to me?
- Every word, Skankie.
- Where is the red light district?
- And you replied?
- And I replied, where is it not?
For this is Babylon!
- [Al] Bet that foxed him.
- Right, I'm off.
Books too?
- Long story, Spanish.
- What time you want me back, Al?
- You wanna do a late shift?
10 'til four?
- Yeah, whatever.
- You fancy Deansgate?
Key Street clubs and stuff?
- Yeah, no prob.
- [Skankie] Watch out for Martina.
- Who's she?
- Six foot transvestite.
Likes to do business in Beck.
- (chuckles) Bit too young
for that kinda thing.
(lively music)
(car doors slams)
- What we gonna give Joe and Annie
when they come over on Sunday?
- Joe likes pigs trotters.
- Oh, you are kidding?
- Yeah, used to be miners' welfare food.
Now, crispy trotters in
marmalade with red pickles
is the height of haute cuisine!
- Yeah, well crispy marmalade
trotters are beyond me
and Sue Ling's off this weekend.
- How about a traditional roast, love?
- No, it's so predictable.
- (sighs) Joe is very conservative.
- Look, I'll be on the butcher's counter.
- Ah God. (mutters)
(announcer chattering)
- [Neil] You always did
have a sweet tooth, Jacko.
- Byrne.
What's your game?
In your shoes I'd be in
Monte-bloody-video by this time.
- In my shoes you'd be doing
exactly the same thing.
- With your money?
You must be insane to stay around 'ere.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- What's that then?
- Oh yeah. (chuckles)
200 big ones.
(announcer chattering)
- [Announcer] For line 23 (chattering).
(engine revving)
(door thuds)
- I don't mind tellin' ya.
What you did was too much
even for us bad boys.
We've all got evil tempers,
but a butcher's boning knife?
(shopping carts crashing)
- That 200 thou, just run,
run that past me one more time, Jacko.
- Are you wired, Neil?
Is that what this is, a fit-up, eh?
Are you on the lam or this
just a coppers' showtime?
(tense music)
- [Officer] Excuse me
ma'am, can you come with us?
- [Woman] What for?
- [Officer] Just to the--
- Tell you what, I'll
make you a deal, Jacko.
- Meaning?
- Meaning tell me who killed 'em.
Eh, just me a whisp and
I'll let ya sleep nights.
Write it down if yer worried.
- You killed them, my old
son, we all know that.
Or were you sleeping
through yer own trial?
- I'm after the truth, Jacko.
- For a man who's close to death,
you've got nerve, I'll lend yer that.
- This is just the beginning.
- [Jacko] Go back to prison, Byrne.
It's safer!
- I got salmon.
If it's nice we can eat it in garden.
Come on.
(store announcer chattering)
- [Officer] Home Office visit,
Friday the 16th at five p.m.
- [Gregg] Don't they have homes to go to?
- Prisoners' Friends for
Reform of The Prison Service,
Monday the 19th at nine a.m.
- You'd think it was our fault
they break the bloody
law in the first place.
- [Officer] They blame society.
(Gregg laughs)
(telephone rings)
- Gregg.
- Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Gregg.
It's about that book I left
on the train, "Patagonia."
- It's Byrne, get a trace--
- Does it have notes
in the margin?
- On governor's mobile.
- [Gregg] Some sort of shorthand?
- It's turned up?
- As soon as you're back,
"Patagonia" is yours.
- You have a gut feeling
about me, Mr. Gregg.
You know an innocent man,
that's what they say.
- Byrne, every day out of
prison makes it worse for you.
- Don't tell me about worse.
- You're a young man, Neil,
it's not the end of the road.
- Try sayin' that from a cell on row 43.
- [Gregg] Fresh evidence
could take you to the Lords.
- Yeah?
(lock rattles)
Fresh evidence is what I
jumped that train to find.
Are yer trained to negotiate, Mr. Gregg?
Next time I phone, have that book handy.
- Did you get it?
- [Officer] No, sir.
- Tossers.
(suspenseful music)
- [Woman] Who is it?
- [Man] Are you doing
a double shift, sarge?
(police radio chattering)
(beads rattling)
(glass crashes)
- [Man] There's nothing doing
here, it's all quiet now.
(shoes skidding)
- [Sarah] I love you, daddy.
(eerie music)
Can I have a dog, daddy?
(Alison gasps)
- A dog?
Mummy?
- And who's gonna take care of it?
You are mummy, you take care of everybody.
(parents chuckling)
(Alison murmuring faintly)
(Neil gasping)
- What sorta day was it?
- Ah, it was okay.
- Ah Neil.
(Neil gasping)
(Sarah babbles)
- [Neil] Sarah!
- I love you, daddy.
(Neil sobbing)
(people chattering)
- [Danny] DCS Wallace, DI Danny Ford.
Who felt Byrne's collar
in the first place.
Nice work, it was the, the
child's DNA, was the clincher.
And for reasons of logic that escape me,
I find his file back on my desk.
- Don't worry, I'll find him.
- I can't imagine him going
back to your jurisdiction.
- Well, you see he escaped
on my patch so it's my job
to feel his collar, in
Manchester or Timbuktu.
- I'm sorry they parked
you in an interview room.
Cells all taken, were they?
- Right, I'll need an office,
a couple of CID officers,
access to your Byrne operation,
five minutes with the Deputy
Chief Constable out of curtesy,
a car with a driver and a
secure link with my own ops room
and the governor at Garston Prison.
(telephone ringing)
- Dial eight for an outside line.
I'll organise a swipe card
so you can come in and out
but it won't cover op
or intelligence areas.
The carpool manager is on sick leave,
but we do have a very good taxi service.
The canteen is run on a
chip, but not to visitors.
To you, it's cash.
- A gas works.
- Sorry?
- Last seen entering a gas works.
- Yeah, yeah that's right
and then we lost him.
- Location?
- Sorry, I'm not with you.
- Have you heard, Mr. Ford,
of Her Majesty's
Inspectorate of Constabulary?
- Of course.
- Hm, how would your boss like
it if I pick up that phone
and have 'em crawling all over this place
in a three week efficiency evaluation?
- And you can do all that
with just the one phone call?
(briefcase slams)
(telephone dialling)
(telephone ringing)
- [Man] Good morning,
Her Majesty's Inspectorate
of Constabulary.
- Do you feel lucky?
(telephone clicks)
- [Danny] So you play hardball in--
- In the sticks?
Son, I was Glasgow tech for 15 years.
Gimme jack an' skipper.
Murder an' robbery.
- Shit.
- I've had worse welcomes.
- I suppose we're both
after the same thing.
- Ah-ha, you want a wee pub
in Dumfries as well, eh?
Come here, look at this.
Now, see this.
A man could remain quite
still a couple of feet
under the water and breathe through this.
You ever see that old Sidney Poitier film?
- Uh, no.
- Right, evidence bag.
Forensics lab.
You'll find Byrne's salvia on that end.
You have got samples
of his DNA, I take it?
- And why that end?
Because it's wet.
(water splashing)
(knuckles rapping)
- [Nurse] Hello.
We'll just be about five minutes.
- Be a treasure and come back later.
- Eh, haven't I seen you on TV?
- Doubt it, unless it
were on "Crimewatch."
(both chuckling)
- You are on bloody "Crimewatch."
Any further with the book?
- Yeah, I'm workin' on it.
- [Frank] That copper's a bloody nark.
Time is not on your side.
- [Neil] Well, like I said
Frank, it's nothing personal.
- (laughs) You would've
put me down the steps.
I call that personal. (laughs)
- Frank, you were thumbin'
a lift for a laggin'.
How many stiffs are proppin'
up motorways and supermarkets?
And you plead your way to
the top of the heap, eh?
How many illegal immigrants are down there
amongst the haddock and the seaweed?
After they'd paid their three grand.
(both chuckling)
(Franks coughs)
- Don't make me laugh.
Me ticker can't stand it.
(door creaks)
(suspenseful music)
(Frank sighs)
(door clicks)
- [Daughter] Look at us. (exhales)
(sighs) How did it come to this?
- [Frank] What's brought you back 'ere?
- Jacko Palmer thinks
you paid me two big ones
around about the time I went down,
and I'm just wonderin', eh?
Somebody been robbin' the family business?
- What's it to you?
You put him here.
- Yeah, sure, blame me.
Big Frank, too tough to fall
apart over a mere betrayal.
- Dad was running an investigation.
- I'd put a team in.
Getting someplace too.
- Til your trial brought him down.
- Oh, I bet that were
a Godsend for somebody
with their fingers in the till.
- Ah, the management's been lying
about who the money goes to.
- Why me?
Why me of all people?
- We wanted you out, it
was the push you needed.
- What, so you could use me?
- Yes, and?
- But you don't think
I'd kill my own family?
- Son, we don't give a monkey's toss
if you massacred an
entire sodding orphanage.
Those figures will do some good
for you and in the process,
bring down those who've
brought me to this.
(sighs) I'm gonna rest now
and I suggest you go.
- That nurse will have phoned Joe Connor.
He pays her a pony a day.
(people chattering)
- Get onto the roof.
And Neil?
- Yeah.
- [Daughter] Crack those
numbers or I'll top you meself.
- [Nurse] Excuse me, no, you
can't go in there, excuse me.
- Get outta here.
- [Wallace] Is this our
team in the blue van?
- [Danny] Mm-hmm.
(door slams)
(door clicking)
(door thuds)
(suspenseful music)
- Somebody's been in here.
- Mm-hmm, recently.
- Him.
- Could be the press.
They need pictures for this new story.
Byrne at large in city.
- You attend the original crime scene?
- [Danny] Yeah, pretty grim.
- [Man] Only seven weeks to go.
I'm lining up the prince
for our gala opening.
- How about Liz and Hugh?
- (laughs) What exactly are you on?
Liz and Hugh are glamour,
international, jet-set,
the high life personified,
they don't open places.
- Not yet, but that is the right image.
Romantic interludes, upmarket
weekends without the kids.
- [Man In Sunglasses] Second honeymoons.
- Even married couples hanker
after Liz and Hugh's lifestyle.
- And how about Richard and Judy?
- [Woman] Oh for God's sake.
(elevator bell dings)
- The little shit!
That murderin' snout bastard.
Right there in the hypermarket.
Wendy was with me, I need
quality time for Christ's sake!
I'll kill him!
- He was here, earlier today.
- Wait a minute.
- He's comin' after us?
- Yeah.
- [Man] Is he mad?
- What are we runnin' 'ere?
A kindergarten?
I mean why is it, humour me here,
why is it that the most
wanted man in England--
- Britain!
- Do ya mind?
Can find us, but we can't bloody find him?
- We should set a trap.
- Good, so set a trap.
I wanna a word with Mr. Byrne.
(Danny sniffs)
- It's gun oil.
Parker Hale 303, there's no mistake.
- Well that's just dandy.
- I vote we squash him.
Like a bleedin' bug.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Let's take a vote.
We waste him, agreed?
- Yeah.
- Right, next problem.
City surveyor's report.
(chuckling) Oh God.
- He won't green-light
the Arndale project.
- One of these days we're gonna
run out of bloody surveyors.
- [Reporter] The hunt for the
escaped murderer Neil Byrne is
now centred in Manchester.
Byrne, 38, has been confirmed as the man
who attacked a police
officer yesterday morning--
- There you are.
- Ta very much.
- [Reporter] Outside an infant school.
Rotherham born Byrne, a
former government agent,
escaped from a train earlier this week--
(television chatters)
- You ever been to Rotherham?
- Passed through.
You?
- Brother's got a corner shop there.
- Yeah?
- Mm, Westfield Street.
- He all right?
- So-so, works all the hours God gave him.
Where you wanna go?
- We don't want a minicab.
- Oh, you're lookin' for work?
(gentle music)
(gun clicks)
I'll never get this right.
- Look lads, what exactly do you want?
- Exactly?
I'll tell you what we exactly want.
- The money.
- [Skankie] What money?
- [Both] All the money!
(liquid splashes)
(gun fires)
(man yells)
(blows thudding)
(men grunting)
- Go on, Spanish, hit him!
(blows thudding)
(men grunting)
Come on Spanish!
Get him, come on!
(glass crashing)
(thug screaming)
Behind you Spanish, come on!
Move will ya!
(robber yells)
- Come on then!
Come on then!
(robbers panting)
(men shouting)
(glass crashing)
(blows thudding)
(men groaning)
- Come on, hit him!
I'll fuckin' have ya.
I'll kill the little bastard!
Come on.
- Leave it!
(gun fires)
- [Man] Warmed up then and
get some letters written.
- [Man] I write home everyday.
- [Man] Once a day?
- [Man] Well, I say, that's
the trouble with you,
no outside responsibilities.
You want a wife, a family,
a thought of the future.
Now, if you were married and
knew that when the war's over
you could--
(debris clatters)
(Neil gasping)
(suspenseful music)
- [Allison] I hate this bloody life.
It's a half life.
One of these days you'll
forget who you really are.
♪ I thought you'd listen to my reason ♪
♪ But now I see you,
you don't hear a thing ♪
♪ Tried to make you see
how it's got to be ♪
♪ Yes, it's all right, all or nothing ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, all or nothing ♪
♪ Come on higher ♪
♪ All or nothing for me ♪
(radio clicks)
(teacup rattles)
(doors thuds)
- Lovely mornin'.
- [Neil] Yeah, yeah, could be a scorcher.
- I hope you didn't mind.
- Mind what?
- Me, askin' ya to supper.
- Oh no, no, it's very kind.
But I had to work.
- You, have you ever tried
them boil-in-the-bag curries?
- Boil-in-the-bag?
Yeah, sure I live off 'em.
(both laughing)
- Yeah, I thought you might, it's,
well, I'm just makin'
some pot roast for lunch
and well maybe, seeing as ya work nights.
- Pot roast?
Wouldn't miss it for the world, what time?
- Oh, say about one?
- One o'clock, I'll be there.
- (chuckles) Better get it started then!
Pot roast!
Pot roast.
(door thuds)
- (sighs) What arsehole wrote this?
Listen to this.
Escaped lifer Neil Byrne
is suspected by police
of murdering three other little girls
in the north of England.
The first toddler was found
strangled in 1996, so.
- You never mentioned any of this to me.
- Well it's rubbish!
Byrne killed his wife and
daughter, and went down for it.
But serial killer?
Not a chance!
- Reporter's byline is Rod
Manson, does that ring any bells?
- Ah, usual lowlife.
Started out in local sport.
Hangs around with quote
unquote the underworld.
Pays a bit a dropsy to bent coppers.
- Sounds like a regular citizen shite.
(rain pattering)
(foreboding music)
(cars whooshing)
- Well now Rod, come along way
from stakin' out massage parlours
and town councillors, ain't yer?
- Neil Byrne.
- Let's go for a drive.
- A drive?
Where?
- You know, some place we can talk.
I know you Manson, you don't
have the wit to invent this.
- Who fed you the story?
- Nobody.
- Well that's too bad for you then.
- Meaning?
- Whoever wants this story
put about, I want him.
And if that turns out
to be you and you alone,
then we're gonna have
to go somewhere quiet.
- Quiet?
- Yeah, you've just run
yourself an exclusive
with a sadistic killer.
Who was it?
- I can't tell you, Neil.
The truth is, I'm more terrified
of him than I am of you.
- Oh we'll soon fix that.
(Rod groans)
(petrol splashes)
Pork cracklin'.
Just thinking out loud.
(Rod muffled speaking)
(Rod gasps)
Can't hear ya.
- (panting) Gebbert, Alan Gebbert.
(tape ripping)
- Shouldn't smoke for awhile.
(trunk slams)
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
♪ Baby lover ♪
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
♪ Baby lover ♪
♪ When things go wrong, you understand ♪
♪ You make me strong
with your tender hands ♪
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
(knuckles rapping)
♪ Baby lover ♪
♪ I love you so ♪
- Thought you weren't comin'.
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
(footsteps tapping)
(metal clinks)
(people chattering)
- That seat's taken, mate.
- So Alan, been a long time.
- Why am I not surprised to see you?
- Just had a chat with Rod Manson.
- Is that why you're taken this risk?
You're miffed at your press coverage?
- You paid him two grand and a bit
to put that shit in his paper.
That's all right, makes
my job a lot simpler.
- What job's that?
- Finding who killed Alison and Sarah.
And do we a favour, don't
say you thought it were me.
- Mate, I've never had
any doubt it were you.
As for why I feed that serial
killer story to the papers,
ain't you worked that out?
- Surprise me.
You see Rod Manson's byline,
you're bound to have a word with Rod.
Rod, not the world's greatest hero,
blabs it were me in back of it.
- And now here I am.
- Here you are.
You're a dead man, Neil.
Not nice knowin' you.
(man groans)
(bottle crashes)
- Not here.
(energetic music)
(gun clicks)
No shooters boy, we've got him.
(punch thuds)
(men yelling)
(kick thuds)
(knife ripping)
(man yelps)
(kick thuds)
(bar clatters)
(men yelling)
Oh, enough.
(wheels screeching)
(slow, tense music)
(Neil pants)
- Back off Elgin.
- Die is cast, Ms. Fleming.
Step aside.
- Back off.
You.
Get in.
(Neil gasping)
(bar clatters)
(footsteps tapping)
(car door slams)
(engine revving)
(wheels screeching)
(seagulls squawking)
(handbrake clicks)
(car door thuds)
(ships honking distantly)
You were safer in prison.
(trunk slams)
(Neil moans)
- Why you doin' this, Annie?
- You're not much use to us dead.
(Neil gasps)
- Look, say it turns out to be
Joe robbin' the family store.
- No, Joe has his faults
but he's a man of honour,
enjoys the respect too much
to thieve from his own.
- [Neil] So why not tell him the numbers?
- I bow to my father in that.
- So if push comes to shove,
you'll destroy the hand that feeds ya?
- I'm only in his bed to survive.
It's not what I wanted.
- Okay, I'll get the numbers sorted, yeah?
But I need something from you in return.
- What's that?
- Well, just suppose, for a laugh,
I'm not the sorta bloke to
murder his wife and child.
There's something I'm missin' Annie.
And I don't know what it is yet.
I need your eyes and ears, Annie.
Yeah?
(police car sirens)
(police radio chatters)
(engine revving)
What's up?
- [Man] Been a murder. (scoffs)
Dreadful apparently, blood everywhere.
Eh, poor lass.
She were a good laugh, were Edith.
(grim music)
- Edith?
- [Man] Yeah, traffic warden's widow.
(dramatic music)
They say it were terrible.
Like Jack the Ripper.
(police radio chatters)
(people chattering)
(sombre music)
(radio chattering)
(dramatic music)