Robbie Coltrane credited as playing...
Dr. Edward 'Fitz' Fitzgerald
- Albie Kinsella: L-I-V, E-R-P, double-O, L, Liverpool, F.C.!
- Fitz: Celtiiiccc!
- Albie Kinsella: L-I-V, E-R-P, double-O, L, Liverpool, F.C.!
- Fitz: Celtiiiccc!
- Albie Kinsella: L-I-V, E-R-P, double-O, L, Liverpool, F.C.!
- Fitz: Celtiiiccc!
- [Albie finally stops]
- Fitz: [to Panhandle] Do you know what a normal psychologist will say? Possibly, he'll say that the killer is white, unskilled, a fascist, a football supporter and who lives local. Then, you will realise he's a prick!
- [Later, at Shahid Ali's murder scene]
- Professor Nolan: Doesn't appear that anything's been stolen. I guess you were right to consider a racist motive. It's a classic disorganised murder. And I suppose he's white, unskilled, possibly part of a far-right extremist group...
- Penhaligon: ...a football supporter and he lives local.
- Professor Nolan: [Smiling, as if surprised] Yes.
- Albie Kinsella: You see, people need to believe. People need to congregate but there's nothing left to believe in, nothing left to congregate for, only football. And they know that...
- Fitz: Who's 'they'?
- Albie Kinsella: The bizzies. The politicians. We go to the match. They march us along. They slam us against walls, they treat us like scum. We look for help. We're Socialists, we're trade unionists and we look to the Labour Party for help. But we're not queers, we're not black, we're not Paki. There's no brownie points for speaking up for us so the Labour Party turns its back. We're not getting treated like scum any more. We're getting treated like wild animals. And, yeah, one or two of us start acting like wild animals and the cages go up and ninety-six people die. The bizzies, the bourgeois lefties... they caused Hillsborough. And they're going to pay.
- DCI David Bilborough: Is there anything you need, Fitz?
- Fitz: Yes. A promise. We seek truth and justice, not a result. Good old-fashioned British justice where a man is innocent until proven Irish.
- [Fitz and Albie meet, face to face, for the first time]
- Albie Kinsella: Who are you?
- Fitz: My name's Fitz. I'm a psychologist.
- [Albie scoffs]
- Fitz: You don't need a psychologist?
- Albie Kinsella: Nope.
- Fitz: Killing people's normal?
- Albie Kinsella: [pause] So what's normal?
- Fitz: [Sitting down] Putting yourself at risk, now that's definitely abnormal. You're Britain's most wanted and you turn up at a football game. Coppers everywhere. Why?
- Albie Kinsella: Because I had a ticket.
- Fitz: [laughs] That's good. "Because I had a ticket." You'll go down in folklore. In fifty years time. Not now. Not while the widows and children are still crying.
- Albie Kinsella: [Continuously] Come on, you Reds!
- Fitz: Peter Sutcliffe gets letters from women. Lots of women. He sends them signed photographs with little kisses on the bottom. He's a somebody.
- Albie Kinsella: Don't.
- Fitz: Don't compare you with him?
- Albie Kinsella: Yeah.
- Fitz: Why not? You want to be a somebody, Albie, don't you? There's two ways to do it. You can either achieve something, which requires hard work and stamina, and you don't have any. You've never achieved anything.
- Albie Kinsella: You talk crap!
- Fitz: Or there's the other route. The easy route. You kill, you destroy. You're doing this for yourself, Albie! Nobody else! No altruistic motive! No mission!
- Fitz: Someone goes into the store, buys a copy of the Guardian and a packet of teabags, and walks out without them. Why? A trauma. An argument.
- DS Jimmy Beck: Bollocks.
- DCI David Bilborough: We're looking for a skinhead.
- Fitz: Whoever bought those items has not come forward.
- DCI David Bilborough: That row was witnessed. He was an ordinary bloke, ordinary clothes, ordinary haircut. He's got nothing to do with the killing.
- DS Jimmy Beck: Bollocks.
- DCI David Bilborough: Jimmy, will you shut up?
- DS Jimmy Beck: It's a load of bollocks!
- Fitz: The shopkeeper didn't pick up the 4p. Why? Because he was dead.
- DCI David Bilborough: He probably had a bad back! Fitz, we've got a description of the killer! He was a bloody skinhead, for God's sake, a bloody skinhead.
- Fitz: There's a row. He goes home, broods a bit, shaves his head, comes back, throws the four pence at him, and stabs him, right?
- DS Jimmy Beck: Bollocks!
- Fitz: [to Beck] You need a Thesaurus.
- Fitz: [to Albie] The good news: the bomb went off. The bad news: no one got hurt.
- [Long pause. Albie suddenly flies into a rage and tries to attack Fitz, who pins him against the wall]
- Fitz: You know what I think? Your Dad dies, and something inside you snaps. You kill a Pakistani shopkeeper, but you have to rationalise it. You apply some twisted logic and try to tie it in with Hillsborough. But you have to stick to that logic. You have to go on killing, otherwise that first murder means nothing. Just another stupid racist killing.
- Albie Kinsella: I'm not racist.
- Fitz: [Standing up] Your cat had kittens.
- Albie Kinsella: Yeah?
- Fitz: Why didn't you drown them? You can kill human beings, why not kill a few kittens?
- Albie Kinsella: They hadn't done me any harm.
- Fitz: Neither had Shahid Ali.
- Albie Kinsella: He was robbing me.
- Fitz: Neither had the psychologist.
- Albie Kinsella: He assumed things.
- Fitz: Albie's law: the penalty for assuming things is death!
- Albie Kinsella: That depends on what you assume! People assuming things led to Hillsborough, so it depends on what you assume! Right?
- Fitz: Explain.
- Albie Kinsella: I shouldn't need to explain. A smart-ass like you ought to know.
- Fitz: You couldn't kill a few little fluffy kittens.
- [sarcastically]
- Fitz: Ah! What does that prove? That deep down you're a good man? We'll dig deep and find sensitivity? No! Dig deep and we'll find *sentimentality*! Found it in every bloody killer I've ever met! Sickening sentimentality!
- Albie Kinsella: [long pause] He's buried on my father's allotment.
- [Wise leaves for the allotment]
- Albie Kinsella: And mind his runner beans when you're diggin'!
- 1st Skinhead: You looking for a broken nose, pal?
- Fitz: Yeah! You know someone who could do it, PAL?
- [Cut to Fitz nursing a bloody nose in the mirror]
- Fitz: You're Britain's most wanted and you turn up at a football game. Coppers everywhere. Why?
- Albie Kinsella: Because I had a ticket.
- Judith Fitzgerald: [Noticing Fitz is drinking] Whiskey?
- Fitz: Yeah.
- Judith Fitzgerald: [Sarcastically] Are you starting early or finishing late?
- Fitz: Do you think you're intelligent, Albie? I asked because you look so think, and act thick. I mean, murdering a Pakistani shopkeeper, that is thick.
- Albie Kinsella: You've never lived on social security, walked into a Paki shop and been robbed! Try that and then come up with this kind of crap!
- [Fitz is paying for a mountain of groseries in the eight items queue]
- Irate Customer: Uh, eight items.
- Fitz: I've got eight items!
- Irate Customer: No, you haven't.
- Fitz: Three bottles of whiskey constitute one item.
- Irate Customer: THREE items.
- Fitz: ONE item! Two loaves of bread constitute one item. Two dozen eggs constitute one item.
- Irate Customer: Two and two!
- Fitz: Six frozen lasagnes constitute one item.
- Irate Customer: Six!
- Fitz: Four cornish pasties constitute one item.
- Irate Customer: [to the cashier] Could you call the supervisor, please?
- Fitz: And three steak and kidney bastard pies also constitute one bloody item!
- [the alarm goes off]
- Fitz: Oh, God's sake!
- Fitz: We're looking for a Liverpool supporter, who's recently shaved his head. He lives alone, separated from his wife and child, maybe children. He's got to kill 96 people in revenge for Hillsborough, and if there's any justice in this world, most of them will be coppers.