Murder

Murder 1x03 The Big Bang

The murderers' names.

He didn't mention the murderers' names.

Do you have trouble mentioning the names?

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

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

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

The Harris brothers.

Clyde Harris,

Whitmore Harris,

and Curtis Kodro.

"Do you think you'd feel different

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

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

Whitmore knew what he was doing,

it made sense then, you know what I mean?

We could scrabble around, dog eating dog,

or we could have some dignity,

keep our mouths shut, and face the music.

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

for the sake of Curtis Kodro.

Curtis Kodro was never my brother,

whatever Whitmore said.

He weren't just trying to save himself.

He made sense then.

So, we said nothing.

We killed a man.

And how about the gravity of that?

Tonight, thanks to NASA's Cassini spacecraft,

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

Inconceivably wide, but barely ten metres thick

and silent as the grave.

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

and rocks as big as mountains.

Visible from Earth with a telescope,

they were first observed by Galileo...

"Psych" they call her in here.

Psycho, Psych.

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

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

"then what are they paying you for?"

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

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

There was three of them and one of him.

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

He had a mobile phone and a tone of authority.

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

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

they never said which one of them did it.

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

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

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

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

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

thinking the judge and the lawyers would sort it out

and find the truth, and those three,

sitting there, looking anywhere but at me.

What makes me angry about it?

The dead guy, PC Prescott.

Stuart Prescott, give him his name.

His kid's counsellor's made an official approach

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

Would we maybe think again about telling the truth?

Maybe she hasn't met Clyde Harris.

"The big bang," she said.

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

"since has come out of it."

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

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

"This is the last of our little get-togethers

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

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

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

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

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

She said, "Something funny?"

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

"I've often wanted to say that."

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

I said, "About your ears?"

She said, "About your dad."

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

She sent us a picture of her, the daughter,

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

Banged up now like the rest of us.

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

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

Truth?

In the interests of a young person's future?

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

Disclosure, unburdening.

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

what sort of an opportunity is that?

It's coming now.

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

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

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

who's on the right side of the law,

who's on the right side of that door.

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

It's creation.

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

all we know is that something is there.

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

perturbing the particles around it.

Like, creating a disturbance in the rings .

Like a moon from nothing.

Like, from debris.

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

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

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

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

We're all in the mixer.

You can hear it almost,

hear the whirl of everything.

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

Curtis Kodro knows I've got reach.

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

A new addition to the universe.

Like, it blows your mind.

Ten years thinking about 30 seconds.

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

In here.

30 seconds expanded over ten years.

In your mind...

You know it.

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

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

and that he knows what to do about that.

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

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

"Because he's looking to kill me."

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

...while it tries so hard to unravel.

27 minutes.

Robbery, getaway, torch getaway car,

make off in the second car.

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

The last half a minute...

Well...

"Do you think you'd feel different

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

She's been in touch, so she says.

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

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

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

Picking glass out of him for days.

There was this one bit they didn't get.

Made its way across his shoulder, through his chest,

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

That's what the truth's like.

Maybe that counsellor's right.

Maybe it's time the truth was out there.

Maybe it's the night for the truth.

Maybe that ends it here and now.

, : Open the door!

Curtis Kodro, Whitmore Harris, Clyde Harris.

Curtis Kodro, Whitmore Harris, Clyde Harris.

Curtis Kodro, Whitmore Harris, Clyde Harris.

Curtis Kodro, Whitmore Harris, Clyde Harris.

Round and round in circles,

and the only one inside the circle is me.

15 months planning that job.

I'd thought of everything.

Everything.

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

We were picking up gold and silver and Rolex watches

and dollars and sterling.

It was like an Aladdin's cave.

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

we did, too.

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

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

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

straight after school, on the bus,

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

bath running and flooded her flat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I was thinking, there are bad men,

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

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

I'd done another job to fund that job.

That's how seriously I took it.

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

And I got nicked doing the subsidiary job

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

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

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

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

It couldn't have been better thought through.