Waking the Dead (2000–…): Season 4, Episode 8 - Anger Management: Part 2 - full transcript

The Team effectively proves that dead man was a murder victim, not a suicide and narrows their prime suspects to three inmates at the halfway house where the crime was committed. Two of them have ties to a shady jazz club owner named Phil Brown. After the murder weapon, which is linked to other execution type murders, is stolen from Frankie's lab, Brown is murdered with it.

So when you came in this morning,
the lock-up was open

and the gun was gone.
Yeah, that's it.

Oh, and some files were taken
from my in-tray. What were they?

Er, just test results. DNA charts.
From this case?

Yeah, so that's gonna hold me up.
We're not in a hurry, are we?

The central piece of evidence is
missing, so time is hardly an issue.

What time did you leave last night?

Early. Nine. Did you see anybody?

No. So this man,
presuming it's a "he",

knew exactly what he wanted.
He wasn't just some opportunist,

somebody who worked in the building,
looking for easy pickings.

There's more valuable things
he could have taken. Like what?
Laptops, printers.

Yeah, but nothing that's worth...
Listen, it wasn't random.
Nothing else was moved.

Frankie, you do seem to have a degree
of nonchalance about this situation.

I'm just... I'm just trying to work.

You do have a sense of responsibility
about what happened? Do YOU?

What do you mean? I don't do
security, Boyd. I'm forensics.


How did he get past
this security door?

Were you rushing out to get somewhere
and you forgot to lock up?

Is that it? Are you saying
Frankie's lying?

I'm just asking her questions.
She's a witness. This is work.

It is not personal. There's a murder
weapon out there and I'm embarrassed.

I presume that you're embarrassed
as well. Perhaps you're not!

But we have a responsibility
to the public to get it back!

All right?!

That's why I'm asking her questions.

All right?! Is Frankie responsible
for perimeter security, then?

I'm not talking about perimeter...
Why are you being defensive?

Why are you being so defensive
about this, please?

I'm gonna need everyone's footwear
to eliminate shoe marks.

I wasn't wearing these shoes then.

Why not go and get the shoes
you were wearing?

Hiya, Dad.

You're late today. I slept in.

Well, you'll never get
your day's work done. Hello, you.

Oh, do I know you?

Don't try and get round me, Sam
Jacobs. What have you done with it?

My figurine.

Oh, I'm really sorry, Rebecca.
Where are the pieces?

He got rid of the
incriminating evidence.

How come you knew this? The guilt was
too much for him, so he 'fessed up.

Why didn't you 'fess to me
you'd broken it?


I knew you'd be upset,
so I hoped you wouldn't notice.

Poppa gave me that on my 21st.

Never mind, Mum. It was ugly.

It was supposed to be my nest egg.
I'm sorry, baby.

You're forgiven.


Yeah, but don't you feel a
whole heap better now that it's out?

There are enough cameras outside
this building to shoot Ben Hur!
How can you not have seen anything?!

What else do you people do all day?!

You've got one job, one single job,

which is to sit on your fat arse
and watch a monitor!

And I don't care if anybody hears me.

I'm discussing your complete
and utter incompetence!

Someone walked into this building,
stole a vital piece of evidence

and then walked straight out again.
Do you have an explanation for that?

Right under your nose!

Redo all security checks
on all civilian personnel.

Has anyone seen a new face? Do I
have to do your bloody job for you?!

You kick butt, Detective Inspector.

He's had a very good role model.

Security say there's a blind spot
in the system

across the front entrance.
How convenient!

So there's no visual record? In one.

This is a cool character
we're dealing with.

Who else knew the gun was here?

All the ex-cons from Bosco House.

Their friends and acquaintances, who
are probably criminals. And families.

Their mother, brother, aunt, sister,
uncle, cousin, little sister...
That's a jaundiced view, Spence.

Do you wanna talk about this?
Word spreads fast, Grace.

News like that has street value.
The person that needs to know
gets to know.


The base of the skull is best,

or through the eye,

to be certain.

But you have to get personal
with your target first.

Smell his breath,
see the pulse in his neck.

Stay calm. Know it's him
before you pull the trigger.

Sam... You didn't have the nerve.
I never...

Why did the police ask me
if you'd been in that room?

'Is this your room?' I don't know!

I do. Forensics.

The next one has a bullet in it.

Please, Sam!


He asked me to do it!

How much?

How much? I want to know
what I'm worth.

A thousand quid.

You pull that trick again
and you won't get a second chance.

Safe to come in? It is now.

These are yours. Thank you.

What I said earlier, Frankie...
You were just doing your job.

Yeah, I was.

But sometimes I'm not very good
at separating my...


..feelings from my...

responsibilities that I have
in my...in my job,

you know, in the rank that I...

that I carry within the...

you know. Well, isn't it impossible?

Apparently not.


Have you been talking to Grace?


No, I'm just trying to become more...

..um, you know, aware of...


..well, I suppose, really, um...

more self-aware.

Don't stay too late. Boyd, your
concern is making me uncomfortable.

Just go. OK, I'm sorry.

Why don't we have
any security cameras in here?

Because you said over your dead body

would anybody ever spy on the unit.

I did? Mmm.

I was wrong, wasn't I?

Well, no, because it would be
like working in a goldfish bowl.

What, swimming around
chasing each other's tails?

And we don't do that, do we?

Night, Boyd.

Here, have the bag.


♪ Heard you had some trouble

♪ Thought I'd like to help you

♪ In my time
I've had a little trouble too

♪ If you let it get you down

♪ You know I'll bet you

♪ It will get you down
and walk around on you

♪ Sweet misery

♪ She loves her company

♪ She's in a crowd
when she is all alone... ♪

A thousand pounds.

Is that all I'm worth?

Do you feel safe?

You've retired, haven't you? Yes.

So, I'm safe.

It's not personal.
I have to be careful.

I can't take the risk.

What risk?

Of you and your fresh start
and your clean slate.

How far will this conversion go?

You've never had cause to doubt me.

We had a business arrangement.

You broke contract.

Why send Mark?

An employee. He's an amateur.

No-one else on the books, love.

My man retired, remember?

Unless there's been
a change of heart.

I've never let you down, Phil.

What do you want, Sam?
The rest of my life.

Don't you want the same?


You're blocking my view.

At first I was in denial, you know.
"This can't happen to me."

Then I was angry with myself

because I was terrified
and I couldn't remember any detail.

And I guess pride has
a lot to do with it.

That's your defence? What would you
have done if I'd told you earlier?

Had you seen by a forensic medical
officer and signed off. Exactly.

I would have consulted you first.
That's bollocks!

Yeah, but the way you've behaved now

has probably jeopardised the
investigation. I know, I'm sorry.

Why did you lie to us? I don't know.
But the facts remain the same.

Somebody broke in and stole the gun.
And threatened to kill you.

Well, post-traumatic stress maybe.

Listen, after the first lie,
the rest just followed.

I wanted to be involved in the case.

I couldn't do that
from a hospital bed or home.
No, that's ridiculous, Frankie.

You think I've let you down.
I just don't understand

why you didn't raise the alarm
after he'd left. I blacked out.
By the time I came to, he was gone.

Why the hell didn't you raise
the alarm anyway? I don't know!

I thought I could deal with it, OK.
My lab, my problem.

No man is an island. Or woman even.

No, it's a quote. I'm using "man" as
a species. It's not a gender thing...

I'm not in any way being sexist
or chauvinistic...

I'll never get that bit right!
Yes, you will.

You've got the touch, Lucy.
Believe me, it will come.

Be patient.

It's coming up for curfew, Sam.

Are you trying to get rid of me?

Who's Phil Brown? Oh, sorry, Dad.

I forgot to tell you - he rang.

The grass will grow through
your teeth before you retire
from my employment.

Maybe your little bitch or offspring
would like to discuss it first.

What did he want? Don't know.
Said he'd keep ringing.

Who is he? He owns a club
I used to play at.

Is this in your past life?

Don't go there, Mum.

You never mentioned him before.
How'd he get this number?

Under J for Jacobs.


♪ Called you on the Monday

♪ Called you on the Tuesday too

♪ Where're you gonna be?

♪ Called you on the Friday

♪ Called you on the Saturday too

♪ Where're you running to, babe?

♪ I'm following you now

♪ Just come on, babe... ♪

Feeling horny...handsome?


How are you getting home?
I'll be fine.

Let me tell the others. Mm-hm.

Are you going to see a doctor?

Yes, Dad.



Sorry I'm late. Is there no-one in?

Yes, but they left me sitting
on the steps. Abandoned me.

You have lost your sense of humour.

You shouldn't have waited.

Our conversations have troubled me,

Sitting here has given me
a chance to reflect.

Now, I've sat enough.

Let's walk.

Comparisons of the bullet striations
from the missing Smith & Wesson 38

suggests nine professional hits
dating from 1977.

Some may not match, but there could
be others that we don't know about

because we don't have the bullets.

But the gun's probably at the bottom
of the Thames now. It might not be.

If these bullets are a signature
of the killer, why not the gun too?

What does a professional killer want
from his gun? That it's reliable...

Dunno. 38 Specials, like the one our
guy uses, don't jam like semi-autos.

It's a very personal relationship.

Every gun is different. The pivot,
grip, action, recoil - everything.

You want to know that weapon like a
second skin. You wanna be invisible.

Invisible. Well, he hasn't been
seen. He hasn't been caught.

This gun's like a lucky charm.

It's given him an identity.
He begins to feel that if he hasn't
got this particular gun,

his luck will run out. So he risks
everything to get it back.

Why not? And Frankie can't tell us
anything about him,
which is a shame...

Yeah, but it's not unusual
for somebody who's been a victim
like that to block out the memory.

Could he have killed Frankie?

If we're talking about the same man
who killed these others, no.

He would've terrified her.
He's shot nine people in the face!

He does it for money. He doesn't do
it for pleasure. He's not a sadist.

It's quick and clean.
He's a professional. OK.

So this gun gives this man
another identity. Yes.

Yeah, like another persona. Could be.

So put the gun down and he reverts
back to what he was before,

whether he's a postman or a clerk...

Well, the job is irrelevant. Yeah,
but if this gun is a lucky charm,

why leave it in Tim Denby's room?


he didn't shoot Tim Denby.


So someone else was involved?
I think Grace is right.

Let's just go back to the start.

Mr X is the hit man, yeah?

And Mr Y is the bankroller.

Who puts the contracts out. Yeah.

Now, both these people know
where the gun is kept.

Could Mr Y have shot Tim Denby?

Oh, woof-woof. What?
Don't keep a dog and bark yourself.

Yeah, Mr X has known Mr Y
since the '70s...

That's a remarkable relationship.

They must hold each other's trust
in a delicate balance. Exactly,

but what if that trust is broken?
So Mr Y hires a third party,

Mr A... Why Mr A?

Why not keep it in sequence?

OK, right, Mr Y hires Mr Z...

Mr Z. Good. ..to kill Mr X.

OK, but if we're still thinking
Mr X is Tim Denby...

he doesn't fit the profile
of a hit man. Why doesn't he?

We can't find one person
who disliked him.

What if he leads a double life?
What if he's a Jekyll and Hyde?

Hit man and...probation officer.

I can't believe you just said that.

You've got to get into
the zone of thought...

Tim Denby was in the Falklands
when Cornwall was shot.
I can't believe I said that.

When I was 17...I shot a man.

Are you sure you want me to know
such things, Sam?


You can't ask Rebecca or Lucy?

They're my life.

How can I tell them? It'd kill them.

I'm worried. Perhaps you're asking
too much of me.

I'll leave that
with your conscience, Rabbi.

That's what worries me.

The logic is here. Tim Denby's an
innocent. Let's take him out of it.

Can you get that, Spence, please?

What if...

Mr Z mistakes Tim Denby for Mr X?

You're a marvel, Grace. Oh!

Am I? That's nice. Mr Z, for some
reason, shoots the wrong guy

and puts the gun in Tim Denby's hand
to make it look like suicide.

He convinced the coroner and police.
So we're abandoning suicide.

We've moved on from that. Have I
lost my marvel status? It's slipped.

So, unless Mr Z is incompetent
and went into the wrong building,

Mr X has got to be
somebody in Bosco House.

That narrows it down to about 12,
including staff. Not bad odds.

How old is our man gonna be? Well,
the shootings started in 1977...

27 years ago. So what's
the youngest he would've been?
Say he started at... Over 44.

Your facility for mental arithmetic
is really...

A man was shot dead with the gun
that was taken from Frankie's lab.


Philip Brown. Do you think he ever
organised bank robberies himself?

No. He wouldn't do the dirty work.
He was a venture capitalist.

Suspected of financing crime. Yeah.

Collecting his stake plus interest
after the deed.

Yeah, on bank jobs, warehouses,
imports, exports, money laundering.



Prosecutions? No. Had a legitimate
front in property development.

You've got to remember that this man
was a respected city businessman.

And no witnesses? No, scared of him.
People were terrified of him.

And if the borrowers didn't pay up?

Their little lives were rounded
with a sleep. ..Hi. Oh, Shakespeare.

Yeah. You know? Of course I know!

Hi. Hi.

Frankie, are you all right?


Oh, I'm sorry, sorry. Just maternal
instincts. Right, well...

There were two shots.
One was to the chest

and the bullet was recovered
from the back of the seat

and was a match to the missing gun.
The second one was to the head.

The bullet went through the skull
and shattered the driver's window.

A double tap. Just to make sure.

He doesn't normally do that, does he?
No. I wonder why he came out here.

Maybe he was forced to at gunpoint.
You've done all the...

Yeah, there are no fingerprints.
The car is immaculate.

There's some bird shit there.
Apart from the bird shit there.

He was very well manicured,
lovely soft hands.

He's never done a day's work
in his life, has he?

What was the time of death?
Somewhere between 9pm and midnight.

Ew! Sorry.

OK. Someone like Phil Brown,
he's not gonna let anybody into
his car that he doesn't trust.

So he went there with someone
he knew well. Or they met up there.

Creepy place. Is that
a technical psychological term?

Yes, one of mine. Maybe they
didn't want to be seen together.

Maybe it had some emotional tie,

it was a rendezvous point?

When was the motorway built?

I don't know. '60s?


Do you think this is Mr X
hitting back at Mr Y?

Well, it doesn't have that mark,
does it?

I mean...that one clinical shot.

But it was his gun.

He risked a lot to get it back.

He wouldn't give it away, would he?

DI Jordan, DS Silver.

Mr Brown's PA,
Mrs Hayworth, isn't it?

He used to call me Rita.

I understand this must be difficult,

but we do need to look around
and ask you some questions.

Thank you. (We'll never find him...)

Keen gardener, was he?

This isn't gardening, dear.
This is art.

Each flower is like a watercolour
or a miniature sculpture.

Mr Brown was a Rembrandt.

You mean he cross-pollinated them
to create new flowers?

Come in, Mark.

Ah, the Japanese revere
these little fellas.

You're works of art,
aren't you, my beauties?

Did you know that plants respond
to conversation and affection?

Well, it must be true.

Prince Charles says so.

The old slapper.

It's the carbon dioxide.

Meet Hoshizora, Mark.

Hoshizora...meet Mark.

Say hello, Mark!


He's a rare little breeder indeed.

You wouldn't get change out of 60K
if you went into your garden centre.

Who needs racehorses
pissing everywhere?

Too temperamental.

I've decided to extend
your area of competence.


See you later, Frankie.
See you later.

What did the doctor say?
Nothing. I didn't go. Oh, Frankie!

Oh, Boyd. Why?

Because I was called out. Where?

They could've got someone else
to do that. There wasn't anyone else.

That's how the forensics got rushed.

Well, I want the gun and I want him.


You want that word that I'm too
embarrassed to say in your presence.

Not the C word! The C word.


Wonder what's in here. Study?

Mrs Hayworth? In here.

The room in the hall to the right,
it's locked. Mr Brown's office?

If that's what it is.
I can't let you in there.

It's OK, Mrs Hayworth.
We're police. You can.

No, I can't. I don't have a key.
We'll just break it down then.

Oh, no, please don't do that!

He...he has a man who does things
for him. I'll see if he can help.

Is Mark Andrews here today?


He's not here.

Shall I try his mobile?
No, no, don't do that.

Sir. Yeah? Phil Brown employed
Mark Andrews as a gofer.

How long? Since he came out
of prison. What about before?

Apparently not. What's that -
rehabilitating offenders? Good works.

I need you to check a mobile number
and get an address for Mark Andrews.

I'll call you back.

He was the bankroller. So Mark
Andrews was the third man? Look.

Capability Brown, Phil Brown...

James Brown, ow! I've just seen
Mark Andrews up at the window.

OK. Call armed response.

Check again. Mel, you stay there.

Does Mark Andrews have a room here?

Is he in trouble? Does he have a
room here? He stays in the annexe.

Is this your office? Yes.
Well, get in there and lock up.




Mark Andrews!

The armed response team have been
called. They'll be here any minute!

Now you can make the right
decision or the wrong decision!

The right decision
is to put down the weapon

and give yourself up!

The wrong decision is to shoot me and
I sincerely hope you don't do that.



Go on, answer it.

Come on, the swim session's over.

get out of the pool now, or do you
want me to come in and get you?

Come on, Mark, put that thing down.

Come on, put it down.

Your leg's a mess.
Yeah, you're in pain,

I'm in pain.


make the right choice.

You don't want to do that.

Make the right choice.
It's important in life...

Please make the right choice.

Make the right...!

Mark, it's Rita.

I thought I ought to tell you.
The police are looking for you.

Why didn't you make
the right choice?!

Why didn't you make the right
choice?! Why didn't you?!

Why didn't you make
the right choice?! Tell me!

Armed police! Armed police!

Answer me... Stand still!

Face me!

Show me your hands!

Face me!

Move to your right!

Move to your right! Keep moving!

Keep moving!


He doesn't want a lawyer. That makes
a change. Says he doesn't trust them.

Did he ring anybody last night
or this morning? No, he hasn't.

Are we going soft or what?

Were you Phil Brown's gofer?

I'm not a gofer. I'm a factotum.

What's the difference? Perception.

Tell us about your
relationship with Phil Brown.

What do you wanna know? Did you
get on with him? He was my boss.

You mean you didn't like him?

Not enough to kill him,
if that's what you mean.

Where were you two nights ago?
Just chilling.


Oh, are you all right?

I'm not sure. Who with?

I can't remember.

Boyd, Frankie needs to talk to you.

When I stripped down the gun,
I found some pollen trapped inside

which I sent off to a friend
at Kew Gardens for identification.

I didn't think it was significant.
I checked Denby's pathology report.

There were powdery deposits found
on the right side of his neck.

I didn't recognise either sample,
but my friend at Kew did.

It's the pollen of a very rare
plant species. Japanese?

Yeah. And each plant
had its own DNA thingy.

How do you know this stuff?
I wish I'd just asked YOU!

Phil Brown imported flowers
and bred them. Yeah, well...

the pollen from one of these plants,
which was found on the gun and on
Denby, was also on these gloves.

Do you recognise these?

No. Why, should I?

We found them in your bag. So?
What did you use them for?

Messy jobs.

Be more specific.

I used them for working on the cars.
Where did you get them from?

From the house. Whose house?

The boss's. Phil Brown? Yes.

Perhaps you'll recognise these, then.

What's that? Well, you tell me.

You can read, can't you?

I ain't no illiterate.

Would you like to borrow my glasses?

Rare Plants.
Japanese Hepatica Gallery.

And what's that one?


Hoshizora. Mm-hm.
Are you familiar with hepa...?

Hepatica Japonica. Yeah.

From the boss. He grew them.

Were these his gloves?
They might have been.

And you used them for messy jobs.

I guess I did.

Can I have my glasses back, please?

If you'd had yours that night,
you wouldn't have shot the wrong man.

Did you check his pulse before or
after you put the gun in his hand?

I didn't put the gun in his hand.


Yesterday you assaulted a policeman
and threatened him with a firearm.

If you wanted to see me, you wouldn't
have. But you didn't want to see me

because you shot Tim Denby
and you shot Phil Brown.

If you think that playing
the strong, silent type

is just gonna get you a couple of
months back in prison,

you're wrong.

Double murder...

..puts you in prison
for a very, very, very...

very long time.

Now we both hope... Don't we?

..that this time
you make the right choice.

I didn't...shoot Phil Brown.

But you did shoot Tim Denby,
didn't you?


Where did you get the gun?

The boss gave it to me.

Did the boss send you? He paid me
to. I'm not an errand boy!

But you shot the wrong man.
I shot who the boss told me to.

Who did the boss tell you to shoot?
You'll have to ask him that.

You think you're a really
clever person, don't you?

You don't have nothing on me
for Phil Brown's murder.

That's a double negative.

I wanna see a lawyer.

Lock him up.

Do we believe he didn't put the gun
into Tim's hand? Why make it up?

So Don Keech did...

But why not get rid of the gun?
Why make it look like suicide?

Because Don did think Tim had
shot himself. And Sam Jacobs?

Is covering for him. Don panicked...

So Sam told Don what to do.

Yeah, and suicide verdict, Mel - it
negates any further investigation.

What else did they have to lose?
Their liberty. Detection. Of?

The identity of who Mark Andrews
meant to kill. Mr X, the hit man.

Don Keech doesn't fit the profile.

But Sam Jacobs could.

He's very relaxed, not at all
threatened. Still waters run deep.

Come on, Spence. Oh, you want me now?

Mm-hm. Hooray!

I presume I'm helping you
with your enquiries into
the shooting at Bosco House.

Yes, amongst other things.

Where were you two nights ago
between 9pm and midnight?

Curfew is at eleven.
Before that I was with a friend.

Who? Reg Solomon. He's a rabbi.

How well do you know Don Keech?

He's a fellow ex-prisoner. We don't
get to know each other that well.

Well enough to cover for him?
He didn't shoot Tim.

You're very certain.

Yes. He isn't a killer.
Isn't that why he went to prison?

He served 15 years for
the murder of a man who sexually
assaulted his 13-year-old sister.

It was an eye for an eye, a crime of
passion. And he's accounted for it.

He deserves to live the rest
of his life without the stain.

So you're a criminologist
as well as a music teacher.

Prison is a great educator. And
you know about crimes of passion.


Do you think that, er...

..Steven Walsh,

the neighbour. Do you think that
Steven Walsh sees it that way?

I don't know. He won't talk to me.

Oh, you've been to see him
since your release? Yes.

Was that wise?
I found it...necessary.

For what? To close a chapter in
my life. Which particular chapter?

I thought that by confronting
the consequences of my violence,

I would find resolution.

And did you?

I no longer think that's possible.

You've worked out that Tim Denby
didn't shoot himself, haven't you?

His conscience seems at odds with
the certainty in everything he says.

His reasoning, his self-awareness,
his stillness all point to someone

who knows exactly what they want.

That's a pretty good description
of a hit man there, Grace.

We should bring Don Keech back in.

Why? To tell us that he put the gun
into Tim's hand and that Sam lied?

He lied, tampered with evidence.

You think we should revoke
his parole licence? Yes. No.

The prisons are full enough.

Let's check Jacobs' alibi for the
night that Phil Brown was murdered.

The rabbi? What'll we do with him?

Give him a Mogadon
and put him in the cells.

I've had several conversations
with Sam Jacobs recently.

But not on the night you mentioned.
What were the conversations about?

He spoke to me in confidence.

Mr Solomon, we're... Rabbi.



Yeah. We're investigating
a series of murders

that we believe Sam Jacobs
may have been involved in,

and he's given you
as an alibi for one...

Detective Superintendent, I'm here
because you asked me to be. Mm-hm.

I'll do all I can to help.
But I am confidant to many

and in my duties as rabbi,

I am not - forgive me - governed by
the imperatives of secular law.

So, what are you saying exactly?

The Talmud commands us to love
every person as we love ourselves.

I have an obligation to love Sam
Jacobs. Rabbi, we're not asking you

to abandon ethical considerations.

Thank you.

Why do you think Sam Jacobs
gave you as an alibi when he knew
you wouldn't corroborate it?

Let me ask you a question.

Why do you think he did that
KNOWING I'd deny it?

I'm sorry to interrupt,
but I need to speak with you both.

I found this in Phil Brown's car.
What is it? A nail.

It's Sam Jacob's. He might as well
have left his credit card.

You don't think he's being set up?
Mark Andrews looked after the cars.

This is a man who's meticulously
planned and executed his crimes
over the last 30 years.

Why leave a calling card...
BOTH: Unless he wants to be found.

There's an echo in here.

Um, Rabbi...

did Sam Jacobs ever talk to you

about a man called Phil Brown?

In what context? That he knew him.



Thank you.

Rabbi, do you think that Sam Jacobs
wants to be found out?

I think he feels that, through me,
he's made his peace with God.

Perhaps he now feels that,

through you,
he can do the same with society.

You've met the rabbi.
And you found the nail in the car.

Why did you leave it there?

In case I changed my mind.
About what? About this.

My wife and daughter know nothing.


Nor do we at the moment.

Where do you want me to start?

How long had you known Phil Brown?

Since I was 16.

'64, '65.

That's right. How did you meet him?

I started going to his club
in Mayfair to watch the bands.

Blues, underground...

Great times.

Phil got me into one of the bands

and I ended up playing there
every week. Got hooked?

On everything.

Pills, booze,

sex, music,

politics. Politics?

Kicking against the establishment.
Changing the world.

I remember.

Phil liked boys.

He...picked me out.

You had sex with him?
He was very persuasive.

Was it against your will?
He made me feel I owed him.

I was very naive.

Middle-class, Jewish
grammar school boy.

The whole experience was...

intoxicating, thrilling.

It was impossible to go back to...
what I was before.

When did you make your first hit?

When I was 17, in...September 1966.

Who was it? I didn't know his name.

Phil only gave me
an address and photo.

Did he pay you? Yes.

How much? Five hundred pounds.

What made you go through with it?

Phil convinced me I was a vigilante,

acting outside the law
to account for its failings.

A crusader for justice.

A revolutionary. What,
and you believed that, did you?


You were in thrall to him?

Body and soul.

How did you feel
when you made that first kill?

Numb, but...

triumphant. Exhilarated.

Any empathy I had for my victim

was extinguished by the sense
that I was...

acting for a higher purpose.

Mmm, the five hundred pounds.

Did that change?


After one shooting,

I watched as the man's wife
and two children

ran to his side and tried to...

How long did your revolutionary zeal

Until it was too late.

Once I'd realised that...

that Phil had been using me,
I left the country.

I'd been in Granada for a year
and I decided to return.

So, why did you come back?

I was living in fear.

Waiting for the gun
to be pointed at me.

I thought I could sort things out
with Phil by confronting him.

And were you treated
like the prodigal son or...?

We came to an arrangement.

Once every two or three years,

I would be his shooter.

He paid well

and allowed me
to get on with my life.

Hello, Sam. Listen, Rebecca...

I won't be home tonight.

Where are you?

Oh, you know...

catching up with old times.

Are you going straight to the hostel?


Yes. OK. I can't talk. I've got a
student on hold. She's in a state.

I do love you, Rebecca.

Hang on, hang on...

What did you say?

I said you're such a klutz.

I know. Bye!

Kiss Lucy for me.

See you in the morning, sweetheart.


Do you remember where you were
on 3rd April 1979?

I was at Sydenham.

I shot Derek Arthur Reed.

How about 16th July 1981?


I shot a man called Spiller...

on the seafront. Right.

2nd November 1986. Tony Brett.

I shot him by his car

on Mucking Marsh.

How many other murders? Six.

How did you reconcile your crimes
with your day-to-day life?

I shut them out. When I picked up
the gun, I became someone else.

I used disguise
to distance me from the killer.

Tell me about the Flamenco.

It centred me.

Its passion gave me
an outlet for my anger.

Anger. What were you angry at?

Anger at myself.

What I was. What I am.

And I directed that anger
at Steven Walsh.

He assaulted your wife, didn't he?

If Rebecca hadn't pulled me away,
I would have killed him.

When I was hitting him again and
again, I was punishing myself.

I was lashing out at myself.

And your wife and daughter
know nothing of this other life.

No. Now, see, I find that very hard
to believe. How's that possible?

Before prison, the two Sams
were clear in my head.

They led separate lives.

And now?

In prison,
there's too much time to think

and the two Sams collided.
I don't know who I am any more.

And my family,

who kept me sane

and made me feel halfway decent
and loved...

..I betrayed them.
Why did you kill Phil Brown?

I wanted to stop the killing, but
he...he always wanted one last job.

He would never let me go.

He tried to have me killed

and an innocent man died
in my place.

And then he phoned my home
and spoke to my daughter.

He said he would keep on phoning.

I had to kill him.

Why two shots, not one?

I shot him first in the chest.


Because I couldn't shoot him
in the face.

Why not? Because...

it was somebody I knew.

Because I wasn't paid to do it.

Because it was me.

Where's the gun, Sam?

I buried it.


I'll show you.

Stop here.

I hid it over there. OK, show me.

By that tree.

Just under the surface.
Go on, then.


What's your first name,
Detective Superintendent?



Well, Peter...

I'm very sorry
it has to be this way.


Boyd! Boyd!

Why did he do that?

Why did he do that?