Cracker

Bogart at the end of Casablanca.

No, he doesn't die.

His motive's still pure.

Pure-ish!

Jimmy Cagney,

at the end of Angels With Dirty Faces.

No.

Come on! Pat O'Brien asks him to scream.

He says, "Don't do this to me, Father.

Don't take away the only thing I have left. "

He screams because he's frightened.

No, no. He wants them to think he's frightened,

right,

so they don't copy him and end up on death row.

He's a Catholic. -So what?.

About to die. Heaven and hell. It could be true.

OK. So, it's a million-to-one against.

So, he does what the priest asks him,

cos it's his only chance left.

Impure motive. He does it to save his own skin.

God! My all-time favourite movie, and you've just ruined it for me.

Aaaarghh!

It's Julie.

Are you in bed?.

Tim's there, isn't he?.

Has he left?.

He said he was going to yours yesterday.

He never got there.

I'll phone you back.

He'll be all right.

Police.

I'll tell you, if Cagney's in hell, he's watching British movies.

You dirty rat. Room With A View yet again?. You dirty rat.

Where's Eddie G?. Where's Bogart?.

Sleep in our bed tonight, Fitz.

Please.

Evens, spades;, six to four, hearts;, five

to one, clubs and diamonds. Any more bets?.

Yeah. 600 to four, hearts.

Diamonds win.

No. A mistake.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. If it's any consolation, you very nearly got away with it.

It was a mistake.

You owe me a grand.

Aaaarghh!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

He didn't take a coat.

He had no money.

His dad's less than a mile away, and he never got there.

He hasn't been seen since last night.

Tim! Tim!

Tim! -Tim!

Tim! -Tim!

Tim!

You didn't think ofringing to see that he'd arrived?.

He often goes round to his dad's.

Can you remember what he was wearing?.

Trainers, black denims, long-sleeved T-shirt.

It was the last thing I said to him, actually.

I said, "You're not going out in that. Put your coat on. "

Police?. -Yeah.

Any news?.

It's my husband.

I don't live here. We're separated.

I'm DCl Bilborough. This is DS Penhaligon.

A DCl?.

Oh, Jesus.

They think he's dead.

Sir! Sir!

Mrs Lang, what size shoe did he take?.

Did he take?.

Does he take.

Seven.

Seven.

Slip of the tongue.

Thanks for being so understanding!

Yeah?.

Right.

They've found a seven.

I'll tell them.

It means nothing, Andy. It means nothing!

There could be a perfectly innocent explanation for this, Mrs Lang.

Get Fitz. -We don't know he's dead.

Missing two days. Didn't take a coat or any money.

And we've found his shoe. Do you think he's alive?.

It speaks volumes about a person,

Panhandle, the way they suck a sherbet lemon.

Me, I'm a cruncher.

I like to pop 'em in. Crunch. An explosion

of sherbet. Instant gratification.

Judith is a roller. She likes to roll 'em around her mouth for ages. Noisily.

You see, as a child, she got more pleasure

out of making the other kids jealous

than she did out of the sweetie itself.

I think you're probably a sucker. Am I right?

I think you probably like to make it last.

Yeah.

I bet you could suck that sherbet lemon

wafer-thin before you got even a hint of sherbet.

Yeah.

Thus indicating a massive guilt complex.

Stay in the car, Jane.

I want to know why they're separated, and

why they didn't report it for 24 hours.

Looks like the brother's hiding something, too. My wife's in labour.

Looks like the kid's dead, but don't tell 'em that, OK?.

Did you choose Tim's trainers?.

He chose them.

Does he have any friends?.

Of course he's got friends!

Would you wear these?.

Wouldn't be seen dead in 'em.

Cos your mates would give you stick?.

Yeah. Tim hasn't got any mates. -Greg Stephens.

Greg Stephens is a mental retard.

Did you have a row with Tim recently?.

Not recently, no.

Why didn't you phone when he didn't arrive?.

I wasn't expecting him.

Look, we feel bad enough. Don't make it worse, OK?.

I'm sorry.

Did you have a row with Tim recently?.

Look, he hasn't run away. He's got no money.

He left his books - poetry. It's a load of crap.

If he was running away, he'd have took them with him, so he hasn't run away.

Mmm.

Would you mind if I had a look round his room?.

This is my room.

Yeah. Reminds me of my son.

The unmistakeable whiff of smelly feet.

You know, at Christmas, he doesn't hang

his sock up - he just stands it up.

Finished?.

Yeah.

False alarm.

Jesus!

Thank you.

I'm sorry. Hey, hey. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You keep your mother out of your room - yeah?.

Yeah.

But Tim lets her in here?. -Yeah.

Phew!

When I was his age, I was into Biggles!

Who's his English teacher?.

You think he's dead?.

In confidence?.

Yeah.

We fear the worst.

Saves me doing it to the kids.

The art of teaching today: just keeping your hands off the little bastards.

How's his mother handling it?. -She fears the worst, too.

Do you know Tim well?.

Hardly know him at all.

Bit of a loner.

Bit effeminate. Gets picked on.

Do you live alone?.

At the moment, yeah.

I'm thinking about getting married.

To somebody on the staff?.

Yeah.

If you're watching this, Tim... please phone.

Whatever it is, whatever you've done, whatever you're running away from...

we can sort it out.

If somebody's holding Tim...

If anybody watching this is holding Tim...

If anybody watching this is holding Tim...

If anybody's...

holding Tim... I'm sorry.

If anybody watching this has any information...

Police.

...or any information that may be relevant, please contact your local...

It's really important you tell me. -Keep her talking.

You wouldn't find this place unless you knew it.

Come on, boys. -You squeeze through a hedge. Couples use it.

Could you show us it?. -No. I'm married.

The man I was with is married.

Yeah?.

She's ringing from home.

Police.

I'll tell them.

Are you sure?. -Yeah.

You've found him?. - Shall we go in there?.

Mr Lang...

I'm afraid it's very bad news.

He's dead?.

I'm so sorry.

How?.

He was found hanging.

He didn't kill himself.

My son... It's early days yet.

...did not kill himself.

My son did not kill himself.

It's very early days yet.

I'm sorry. -It's all right.

It's not all right. - It is. It's all right.

It's not all right. It's not all bloody

right. Will you stop patronising me, right?.

Right. I thought you were a gobshite in there, sir.