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NEWS REPORT: 'Three British soldiers
killed in Iraq this month.

'A number of Iraqi civilians killed
in very appalling circumstances.'

'British soldiers firebombed in Iraq

'and forced to flee
for their lives.'

'The President
of the United States.'

'Look down upon your people
in their moments of need.'

'With our American friends
in this hour of tragedy.'

'Faith in God...'

'British soldiers
attacked in Basra.'

'We will complete the job in Iraq.'

'British armoured fighting vehicle
was set upon by an angry crowd...'

'The best thing to do
is to talk to the Iraqis.'

MUSIC: 'The Bridal Chorus'
by Wagner

Good morning.
Welcome to Manchester Cathedral

and to this special day
for Katy and Gregory.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered
here in the sight of God

and in the face of this
congregation...

HICCUP

..to join together this man
and this woman in holy matrimony.

HE HICCUPS
Shut up.

Which is an honourable estate
instituted of God himself.

HE HICCUPS

..is not by any to be enterprised,
nor taken in hand

unadvisedly, lightly or wantonly...

£7.20.
Take eight.

What's this?
It's Northern Irish.

I can't take it.
You can.

If you blow in, they'll tell you.
It's legal tender.

Can't take Irish, mate.
It's not Irish.

It's Northern Irish. Ulster.
I still can't take it.

It's got sterling on it.
Sorry, mate.

Take 7.20 exactly.

It's closed, Kenny.

Compassion?
Yes.

Well, of course compassion.

But didn't you feel anything else?

No.

Not even a tiny sense
of anti-climax?

No.
Didn't you say to yourself,

"Hang on, Twin Towers first,

"then the Pentagon,
then plane out the sky?"

Where is your sense
of dramatic structure?

It should have been
plane out the sky,

then the Pentagon,
then the Twin Towers.

You're winding me up.
I'm winding you up?

Yes, he is.

OK, news item,

"Suicide bomber kills ten in Iraq."

Would you confess to even
a slight tinge of disappointment

that not one of them was American,

that they were all Iraqis that died?

Isn't there a tiny part of you
that just wants the chaos to go on

and on until they realise
they made a huge bloody mistake?

Now will you please shut up?

Thanks, love.
It's all right.

That'll be £9, please, mate.

Northern Irish, yeah?
Shekels if you like?

Cheers. Keep the change, mate.
Ta.

TELEVISION PLAYS

Hiya.
Hello.

TV: 'Evening. It's an attack
that's as vicious as it is worrying.

'British soldiers firebombed in Iraq
and forced to flee for their lives.

'The full drama was captured
on camera.

'Just look at these scenes...'

THEY CHATTER

'..followed by a furious mob
and set on fire.

'Here, one of those inside
is forced to run for safety

'but he's only confronted
by an angry crowd.

'The riot was sparked
by the arrest of two other

'British military personnel

'for allegedly firing
on Iraqi police.'

CHEERING

Well done. May this one last.

Say something profound.

Casino.

We've got James.

No, Jimmy's coming with us,
aren't you? Yeah.

All right, all right.

Be a good boy. All right?

OK?

Bye-bye.
See you later, darling.

Bye.
See you later.

Right, come on, you.
No.

Look, as soon as we're 200 up,
we go home. How's that?

One, we don't drink.

Two, we go for fun,
not to do our head in.

Three, non-negotiable, by the way,
you give me your plastic.

Yeah, OK.

SHE CHUCKLES
You're a cruel woman.

Yes.

Come on, finish your drink off.

Come on, mate, we're closed.

Come on, let's be having you,
will you?

TV: 'Between the United States
of America...'

Place your bets.

Ladies and gentlemen, bets, please.

Any more?

Any more?
See how they back the same numbers

time after time?

Anniversaries, birthdays.

See that guy.

Born on the tenth to heroin addicts.

Married in the '40s
to some domineering bitch,

had an uncommonly ugly baby
on the 24th,

and then, God help him,
had an even uglier one on the 28th.

So, he backs those numbers.

Not out of affection, Judith,

he backs them
because God owes him one.

Because God wouldn't put him through

all those years of misery
for nothing.

Then one night,

all his numbers will come up

and God's great plan is revealed.

Betting on black.

Everyone round this table
is after money, sure.

But more than that,

they're after some meaning
to their lives.

Is the bar still open, mate?

Ta.

George Bush to Osama Bin Laden,
low five.

LAUGHTER

Osama Bin Laden to...
Gerry Adams.

To Gerry Adams.

You call that terrorism?

LAUGHTER
Not even decorating.

The other day in Iraq,
our brave boys

stopped the man they believed
was a human bomb.

They opened up with everything
they had.

HE IMITATES EXPLOSIONS

If there's gonna be any killing
done here in Iraq,

by golly, it's gonna be done
the American way.

And the British way, of course.

Thank you.

Thank you for passing on all that
you learned about terrorism

in Northern Ireland,

dawn raids, internment,

torture, shoot to kill.

Thanks to you guys, we've got
every Iraqi in the world terrorised.

LAUGHTER

We've got everybody
in the world terrorised.

VOICE FADES

GUNFIRE

LAUGHTER

Yeah, not bad, hey?

Oh, hey, man...

We re-elect Blair.

Is it any bloody wonder people feel
justified in bombing us to bits?

VOICE DISTORTS

I'm not here on Thursday.

I've gotta go to the bathroom.
I'll be right back.

"Our boys are doing a great job

"in difficult circumstances,"
he says.

Define a great job, Tony.

LAUGHTER

..in difficult circumstances.
We invaded their country

because George Bush...

The future of my country
is in my hands.

Sorry, mate.

Sorry.

HE EXHALES

TOILET FLUSHES

LAUGHTER FROM A DISTANCE

Seven years in Australia
and they've rebuilt the entire city.

That was a police station.
I worked there.

Yeah, a long time ago.

Where's all this money coming from?

Well, a lot of it's American.

A lot of it's drugs.

The IRA helped blowing up
the Arndale Centre.

Hey, if ever you want proof
that the Irish are thick,

that's it.

The Arndale Centre.

What a shit heap that was.

Keep moving. That's it.
Just keep moving.

Do you know there were 676 murders

in the last ten years
in Greater Manchester?

We're going home in a week.

Don't even think about it.

Australia.

Home of skin cancer and Skippy.

CAR HORNS BLARE

WOLF WHISTLE

Wedding. Guess whose?

Don't know. Go on.

The daughter of
Dr Edward Fitzgerald. Was he there?

Yeah.
Pissed and obnoxious?

Very.

THEY LAUGH

OK, come on, let's get to work.

Come on.

The doorman made sure no-one left.
Whoever did it is in here.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Ladies and gentlemen, if I could
have your attention, please.

My name is
Detective Inspector Walters.

There's been a serious incident
on these premises.

We need to speak
to each of you individually

and take a brief statement.

You'll be asked
for proof of identity

because we might want to speak
to you again in the near future.

So, if you could be patient
for a little bit longer, please.

Thank you.

Are you OK, Mr Thorpe?

Um...

I'm a diabetic.
Oh.

I thought I was gonna be sick
or something.

OK, well, all I need now is some ID
and you can be on your way.

Yeah, sure.

Um...

Credit card.

Business card.

Antique fireplaces.

Yeah.

My mum wants one.

Um, keep the card, give us a bell.

Thanks very much.

On your way then, Mr Thorpe.

Do you have any ID, Mr Thorpe?
Yes.

My wallet's gone.

Listen, I know I had it when
I came in cos I bought drinks.

My wallet's been stolen.

I'll get back to you, Mr Thorpe.

My brother's a copper.

Then you'll appreciate
we have to be thorough, Mr Thorpe.

Please take a seat.

HE SIGHS

Are you OK?

I've never felt better.

Oh, God.

It doesn't matter.

What?
I knew you'd say that.

I knew. Those exact words.

"It doesn't matter."
Yeah, it does.

Tea?

When I was a younger man, I used to
wake up every morning with a stiffy.

Ssh.

I'm groping here
for a collective noun...

An embarrassment of stiffies.

But you get older.

It's not age, Fitz.

It's whiskey in profusion
and cigarettes in abundance.

Mm.

One out of ten of 4.8 million hits
on Viagra.

I suspect I'm not alone.

Do you still love me?
Yes.

Programmed reaction.
No.

Yes. You didn't think,
cos if you thought...

I had no need to think about it.

I love you and I'm afraid
I'll always love you.

See, they're all American companies.

Do you still love me?

I think so.

I'm overwhelmed.

The only time I'm certain
is when you get hurt.

I really feel it then.

So I have to live my life
in constant pain

to remind you that you love me?

I'd sooner not,
if that's not being too selfish.

No.

No.

First time it happened,
I blamed you.

I blamed you for getting older.

Told myself
it would never have happened

if I'd been fondling
some young, firm flesh.

I was wrong.

Are you coming?
No, give me a minute, will you?

HE SNORES GENTLY

TELEVISION PLAYS
IN BACKGROUND

Nothing!
Oh!

It stinks in here.

TV: 'Breaking news on last night's
city centre murder.

'Greater Manchester Police
have suffered fierce criticism

'for their initial handling
of the inquiry.

'The revelation that the victim
was an American from

'George Bush's home town in Texas
has put the police further...'

Good morning, I'm calling
from Greater Manchester CID.

I believe you spoke to an officer.

We've been made to look
a laughing stock.

It's not my fault if
one of my men's an idiot, Ma'am.

I want a full briefing
in my office, midday. Yes, Ma'am.

These things get out of hand
when the press get hold of them.

I suggest
you look into this thoroughly.

Have you read this?

No.

"A man steals my ID,
he shows it to the police,

"the police let him go
and then detain me.

"That would be laughable
no matter where it happened,

"but when it happens at the scene
of a murder, the mind boggles."

We've got off to a wonderful start,
haven't we?!

Can you help me with the boot?
No.

What's wrong? Coppers are here.
Take 'em in, Jimmy.

Come on, help Daddy.
There's a big girl.

This is DS Saleh.

Have we met?
I'm sorry to drag him away.

What?!

I said I'd help them out.
SHE SCOFFS

Impossible, I'm afraid. He's
spending time with the granddaughter

he hasn't seen
in two-and-a-half years.

I'll wait in the car.
Please do.

First of all,
no caped-crusader nonsense.

No grabbing the moral high ground,
you didn't know this man.

You're doing it because you'd rather
spend time with them

than with your grandchild.

Oh...
Hm?

Yes.

I feel like a mistress.

I'd like one too.

Killed on the spot.

Yeah.

No struggle.
No.

Well, whoever did it
was obviously...

Soldier, survivalist,
martial arts freak.

Yeah.

Cubicles?

The end one was occupied.

He didn't do it.
There was somebody standing here.

Trap three.
What makes you say that?

The victim walks in,
there's three urinals empty.

He'll pick that one.

You can see better from there
and if somebody else walks in,

they don't have to walk behind
your back, that's human nature.

But he didn't pick that one,
he picked that one,

because somebody was already there.

Come in and have a pee.

Sir?

Come in and have a pee.

This is Calli.

Fitz.

Go on.

I don't really need one, sir.
Well, pretend.

Why that one?
Shall I go to that one?

No. Why that one?

Don't know.

You had three to choose from.
Why that one?

It just feels better, boss.

Go on.

So, somebody's standing there.
Could they be the killer?

Maybe. Maybe they had a row.

But then,

would the victim
have been taken by surprise?

Would the victim
have died on the spot?

Whoever was standing there,

could be the killer,
but was definitely

the last person
to see the victim alive.

I've read all your books.
Have you?

Refreshingly free of jargon.

Refreshingly free of jargon
is jargon, of course.

You'll find that things
have changed.

You won't be able to talk directly
to a suspect, for example.

Really?
And the station's non-smoking.

Oh.
Afraid so.

Dr Fitzgerald has a theory.

We won't throw all our resources at
it, it's just one line of inquiry.

Right? Good, OK.

Go on.
Right.

We're assuming that there was
somebody already there

when the victim walked into
the toilet.

Could be the wallet thief
and he could be the killer.

In which case, find the wallet thief
and we've found the murderer.

However, I suspect
it wasn't the wallet thief.

I suspect he was simply
the last person,

bar the killer,

to see the victim alive.

But he kept quiet about it. Why?

Because he had something to hide,
because he'd just stolen a wallet.

So, our job, ladies and gentlemen,
is to find a very reluctant witness.

TV: 'This man is regarded as vital
to identifying the suspect.

'So, once again,
the appeal by DI Walters

'leading the investigation

'into last night's killing
in Manchester city centre.

'Please get in touch. We believe
this is a very good likeness.

'If you know this man,
please ring us.

'If you are this man,
please get in touch.

'We think you might have been
involved in some petty crime,

'but we'll overlook that.'

Please get in touch.

I loved him like my own brother.

I encouraged him to come over,
found him a place to live.

I feel personally responsible
for this, I can't say enough...

We're doing everything we can.
You are not responsible.

We're doing everything we can.

Like what?

We're pursuing several lines
of inquiry.

Oh, please.

I lived here for ten years.

I know what "pursuing several
lines of inquiry" means.

You don't have anything.
Harry.

We're checking everyone
who was there on the night,

and everyone who knew him.

A total stranger killed my son.

Perhaps.

A total stranger killed my son.

What makes you say that?

Because to know my son
was to love him.

I'm sure.

You think that's just
a grieving mother talking.

No, I don't.

If somebody hated your son
and planned to kill him,

he wouldn't do it in a toilet.

To kill somebody in a toilet
is a spur of the moment thing.

I'm certain it was a total stranger.

You won't believe
how comforting that is.

Anything new?

I checked the records of everyone
in the club that night.

All minor stuff.

Apart from the barman.

GBH.

Pick him up.
He didn't do it.

Then we'll let him go
after 24 hours.

Something to feed the media,
isn't it?

Grow up, for God's sake.

I got the red-eye to Heathrow,

and I had to wait around
for four hours

for a connection to Manchester.

Some goddamned towel-head getting
searched, holding everything up.

I almost just said,
"Shoot the asshole."

HE LAUGHS
Yeah!

Yeah, that's right.

No, she's all right.

Look, Tom, I want you to call
the British Home Office.

Ask about the case.

A well-connected American citizen

has been murdered.

That's right, yeah.

HE LAUGHS

No, with these people,
I think it's necessary.

That's right, Tom.

Let me know.

Listen, Tom,
I'm gonna call you later.

Thank you.

I can manage.

No, it's OK, I can help.

We shouldn't keep them waiting.

They're cops, all they do
is sit around and wait.

Harry.

POLICE OFFICER: Gobshite.

I'll call you.

Yeah, I'm right here.

This is not the NYPD, this is
the Greater Manchester Police Force.

They're not exactly competent.

That's exactly what they say when
they don't know what they're doing.

They said they're doing
everything they can and all that.

Yeah, I know. Look, I've arrived.

Stop! Stop!

Could you enter my code, please?

6327.

Yeah, sorry, I've got to my place.

I already did that, Tom.

I already told them that.

Hey. Hey!

What?
My bags.

Laurel and Hardy.

SHOUTING,
GUNFIRE

Three tours of duty
of Northern Ireland.

We knew where all the gunmen lived.

We wanted to go in there
and take them out.

But we were told no.

We couldn't.

So three tours with one arm
tied behind our back.

But as soon as a few Americans
get hit, they do that.

Destroy everything.

Men...

..women... children.

It's three o'clock.

PHONE BEEPS

PHONE BEEPS

'Samaritans, can I help you?'

LIQUID SLOSHES

Please see someone.

DISTANT,
DISTORTED VOICES

BIRDS SING

ALARM SOUNDS

ALARM CONTINUES

Harry, you must check
your window at the back.

It's broken.
A bird has flown through it.

All right, I'll look into it.

Thank you for letting me know,
Norman. Thanks a lot.

BEEPING,
ALARM STOPS

Oh, poor thing.

Poor thing? It's cost me money.

Get yourself a drink.
You?

Scotch.

Hey, Julie.

I need you to get me a glazier.

A wood pigeon
has flown through my window.

Yeah, that'd be fine.

All right, thanks. Bye.

Cheers.
Cheers.

Come on, then.

Have you got enough time to be here?

Do you have to be anywhere?
No.

I think you have to be right here.

Really?

How long do I have to be
right there?

I'm the decider of that.

THEY LAUGH

THEY MOAN IN PLEASURE

THEY CONTINUE TO MOAN

THEY GROAN

TELEVISION PLAYS

SHOWER RUNS

TV: 'With Molotov cocktails
and other missiles raining down

'and setting the vehicle on fire,

'one desperate soldier
clambered out, risking the flames.

'Our Middle East correspondent
John Brown reports.

'We can see again in slow motion
how he had to dice with the flames

'and missiles from the crowd
just to get through the hatch.

'It's not possible to see what
happened to him on the ground...'

Who are you?

You don't recognise me?

Stan Laurel or Oliver Hardy.

I'm not sure which.
What do you want?

Where's she going now?

Lady in the shower.

Back to her husband, hm?

I'm sure he'll appreciate
the fact you allowed her to wash.

Argh!

HE CHOKES

That's what soldiers dread most.

We're away serving our country

and people like you
are sniffing round our wives.

HE CRIES OUT

Now, I'm gonna let you go.

But I warn you,
struggling is useless, right?

Right?
Right.

HE COUGHS

What do you want?

I want revenge for every British
soldier killed in Northern Ireland.

So?
So.

I'm here.

I've never been to Northern Ireland.

Course not. You're too frightened.

Too many bombs going off, right?

You're right.
Yeah.

Bombs bought with American dollars.

Every bullet
that hit every British soldier

bought with American dollars.

Every bomb bought
with American dollars.

Every...

You're not listening.

I am.

No.

No, you're looking
for a means of escape.

Helen!

Argh!

HE GROANS IN PAIN
Yeah, collarbone.

Agony, isn't it?

TV PLAYS

You've funded terrorism for years.

Then hallelujah,
you get what's coming to you.

9/11.

Then suddenly you don't like
terrorism one little bit.

I call that hypocrisy.

Get out.

HE SCOFFS

I can kill from this distance.

I can look into a man's eyes...

..and see his life drain out of him.

So un-American.

Cos Americans like to kill
from 30,000 feet.

I'll shoot you.

You won't.

GUN CLICKS

Please.

I've been in this house for hours.

I got money.

You kill from 30,000 feet

or from ships miles out at sea.

Why?

Is it because if you looked
into a man's eyes,

your humanity would stop you
from killing him?

Is it humanity,
or is it just cowardice?

I got a lot of money.

You're happy to kill
when you're safe and sound.

But a bit iffy when there's
any chance that you might get hurt.

America, land of hypocrites
and cowards.

HE CHOKES

I've got a wife and kids!

Well, under the circumstances,

what with the lady
in the shower, etc,

I think the old wife and kids plea
has to be rejected.

HE GROANS

CRUNCHING

TV NEWS PLAYS
IN BACKGROUND

'..Three British dead
in just the last fortnight

'has been a serious escalation
in a part of Iraq

'spared the worst
of the insurgency...'

Who's that man?

Harry?

Harry?

Harry?

Get him.
Go get him.

She's holding something back.

Helen?
Who are you?

My name's Fitz, I'm a psychologist.

There's nothing wrong with me.

Oh, if I got a pound
for every time I heard that.

Nothing whatsoever.

They think you're
holding something back.

I went for a shower,
I came back and I found him dead.

I heard nothing, I saw nothing.

I can't help you.

He was married.
Could you put that out, please?

Wife and kids in New York.

It says "no smoking".
Poor woman.

The shock and grief of losing
her husband

tainted because he was banging you
just a few minutes before he died.

There's no way you'd tell her.

Are you married?
You know I'm married.

Yes, to Stephen, a lawyer.

Yes.
Good lifestyle?

Yeah.

Shame to blow it all
for an afternoon romp.

And, no, I'm not bluffing this time.

You think if you can convince them
that you don't know anything,

they'll leave me alone
and Stephen won't find out.

So...

I'm gonna tell your husband,
then you won't have to lie any more.

I heard nothing. I saw nothing.

And your husband will say,
"Why, Fitz, why did she do it?"

"Because she was bored, Stephen.

"She went to that other man,
she came home,

"got into your bed,
screwed her eyes up really tight

"so she could imagine that you,
Stephen, were the other bloke.

"Just to spice things up a little.
That's all."

How do you suppose he's gonna react?

You might be surprised how he'll
react. It's a bit of a turn on.

You're sick.

If I had a pound for every time
I heard that one as well.

I heard nothing, I saw nothing.

'Hello, Stephen Corrigan.'
Do you want to speak to him first?

'Hello?'

I saw a man walking away
from the house.

'Hello?'

Wrong number.

She's all yours.

I only saw his back.

Short, brown hair,
he held himself straight.

Swung his arms as he walked.

We know he's clever.

Very clever. That business
with the wood pigeon was clever.

So...

We know he's youngish, he's fit.

He's trained to kill.

And he lives in a house with French
windows looking out onto a garden.

Will you write about this?

Possibly.

Was he killed by the same man?

We think so.

Why?

We don't know that yet.

We could offer you some help.

Counselling?
Yes.

No, thank you.

You're bound to feel vulnerable,
Mrs Molloy.

So I'm leaving a policeman
outside your door.

Wherever you go, he goes.

Is that OK?

Yes.

I'll be in touch.

Yeah.

Make sure she comes to no harm.

Right, boss.

" 'Grandma, what big eyes you've
got,' said Little Red Riding Hood.

" 'All the better to see you with,
my dear.'

" 'Grandma,
what big teeth you've got.'

" 'All the better
to eat you with.' "

It's only till I've put the police
on the right path.

They won't interfere
with our plans at all.

I promise.

Remember that picture
from Abu Ghraib, Fitz?

The little white woman with
big Iraqi man on a tight leash?

Why was that picture flashed
all over the world? They had dozens.

So why that one?

Because, Fitz, and God forgive me...

..it was sexy.

Every woman's wish fulfilment.

TV: 'While US and British
forces claim

'to be focussing their efforts
on attacking insurgents,

'evidence on the ground points
to significant civilian casualties.

'The overstretched local emergency
services are at breaking point

'and frequently struggle
to get through.

'I asked a local hospital worker
about the current situation...'

Would you like a drink?

Yeah.

Come in.

Thanks.

Tea, coffee or...?
Or.

Scotch, brandy, vodka, gin?
A vodka.

I'm on duty.

Thanks.
Jean.

Kenny.

Won't you sit down?

TV: 'The stench of decaying flesh
pervades every street corner.

'It is difficult to imagine
the horror...'

It reminds me I'm not alone.

Other people are suffering too.

'I counted four dead bodies.
They were rotting...'

'President Bush remains adamant
that the invasion

'has had a positive affect
on the lives of the Iraqi people.

'He spoke from his Texas ranch
last week

'to try and convince
a sceptical US public...'

Do you have children?
Three.

How old are they?

Seven, nine and ten.

How lovely.
Yeah.

Do you like your job?

'Iraq is a part of this
war on terror,

'and we're at war...'
No.

Why not?

'We will complete the job in Iraq.'

It's all drugs, Mrs Molloy.

Jean.

A little-known side effect
of your war on terror.

Manchester awash with heroin.

The Taliban put a stop to it,
you see.

But they've gone now.

Normal business resumed.

I didn't know that.

No.

How long have you been a policeman?

Six years.

And before that?
Soldier.

Have you ever killed anyone?

Where?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Why do you think
that he killed them?

I don't know.

Because they were Americans?

Possibly.

My son wasn't American.
Not in that way.

He was a New Yorker.

He hated Bush.

He hated the war in Iraq.

He hated all this
born-again Christianity.

I...

know so few Americans

who are American in that way.

It was Northern Ireland.

You asked me where I killed.

That's where I killed.

Northern Ireland.

The Troubles.

We don't call them Troubles.

Troubles is leprechauns,
shamrocks and Danny Boy.

Filling the buckets full of dollars
for the boys back home

standing up to those nasty Brits.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean...

Would you like another drink?

It was war, Mrs Molloy.

There's no more vodka.

KNOCK AT DOOR
Excuse me.

Oh, um, come in.

TONY BLAIR ON TV:
'They can see the difference

'they've made to people's lives
in Basra.

'They can see that place
had no investment for 30 years.

'The people were subject
to the most appalling brutality

'and oppression

'because of their religion

'and because they didn't
like Saddam...'

All right, Ken?
I'm taking over, mate.

All right.

OK.

Take care, Kenny.

Evening, Constable.

GIRL SQUEALS

That look...!

We can give Grandpa some...

Mookie, mookie, mookie!
Mookie, mookie, mookie!

Sierra Oscar to base.

Are they your kids?

Son and granddaughter.
We're mobile. We're POB.

Just the one grandchild?
Early days.

Oi!

Come back!
CAR HORNS BLARE

Have you got kids?
Three of them.

Two boys and a girl.
They're all at school

costing me
an absolute bloody fortune.

Eldest has been after
these trainers.

I had a touch on the horses
so I threw him 60 quid.

I said, "That's for those trainers."

He just laughed,
"60 quid won't buy the laces."

RADIO: 'Bag snatch, Church Street.'
We're round the corner.

Evens it's a smackhead.
Give us a tenner. You're on.

SIREN WAILS

DIRECTIONS GIVEN
OVER RADIO

'You're gonna lose him.'

You can keep your Barrier Reef

and your kangaroos,

and your Ayers Rock

and your didgeridoos.

This, this is life!

Yeah, yeah, we've got him.
He's just running over the canal.

Princess Street.

Remember me?

Now, don't even think about
shopping me.

Get out of here.

Have you lost him?
I lost him.

Good running for a skinny one.
You lost him?

Yeah.
Did you see which way?

No?

HE PANTS

PHONE RINGS

DS Saleh.

Are you on the murder
in the comedy club?

Yes, sir.
I'm the man you've been looking for.

I was in the bog with the American.

I bumped into a guy on his way in.

Can you give me your name,
please, sir? No.

I've seen him since, though,

discovered what he does
for a living.

What does he do?

What's it worth?

Sorry?
What's in it for me?

We can't offer inducements, sir,
it would prejudice the case.

What?

We can't give you money.

Then tough.

We've reason to believe that you're
dependent on alcohol or drugs.

Alcohol or drugs?

Heroin.

We can help you with that.

If you want to help me, you can
give me the money to buy the stuff.

We can help you come off.
Bye-bye.

We need to know you're telling
the truth. Who are you?

If you don't come forward,
your feet won't touch. Who is this?

I'm DI Walters,
and I can promise you five years

if you don't come forward!
Bye-bye.

Mobile.
Number? On it.

Taped?
Yeah.

Good.

Mobile owner, Mrs Pamela Gordon.

Reported stolen about an hour ago.

Bag snatched, Church Street.
That's the guy we chased.

What are you doing?

We chased a tea leaf.
And lost him!

Yeah.
Yeah?!

The man we've been looking for,
the man who saw our killer.

You pair of pricks!

I am extremely disappointed!

Tosser.

DOOR SLAMS

He robbed it on this road here,

and he ran all the way to here.

He disappeared here.

Kenny, he couldn't have
double-backed on you?

No, boss, no.

OK, so, we'll assume

he lives somewhere here or knows
someone who lives here, right?

ALL: Yes, boss.

So, we do house-to-house here.

We put cars in here and we find him!
ALL: Yes, boss.

I want you all to look
at the CCTV we've got.

Look at the photofit
done by Picasso here

and we find this man.

ALL: Yes, boss.

Good.

HEAVY BREATHING

WATCH TICKS

GUN CLICKS,
EXPLOSION

'Why can't I kill myself?

'I've been brave under fire.

'But you're brave under fire
cos you wanna live.

'You've every chance of living.

'I play Russian roulette,

'but there's five chances out of six
of living.'

But suicide...

..certain death.

A few days.

Well, just until we make an arrest.
Our flight's tomorrow night.

They'll refund the money.

It's not the money.
I'm in work, James is in school.

Phone work.

It's only midday in Oz.

Fitz, we're going home
tomorrow night.

This is home.
This is Maria and Mark's home.

We can't afford a home
in this bloody country.

You should have kept the house on,
shouldn't you, Dad?

This one made me 20 grand a year
for ten years.

All that matters now, right,
is if you're lucky enough

to buy an house at the right time,
you're fine.

And if you aren't lucky enough,
you're finished.

Welcome to England.

SIREN WAILS

All right?

I've got something up my sleeve,
just in case.

Yeah.

Just in case you want to try
something, you know what I mean?

I know what you mean.

There was £5.42 in that bag.

I'm risking two years for £5.42.

Cos it's all plastic now.

Everything's plastic.

And how can I use a woman's plastic?

You should write to your MP, mate.

Don't even think about it.

I'll use this, right? I'll use this.

Come here.

What do you want?

You cracked my rib.
What are you on?

What?

I've done a bit of whizz.

I've done a bit of whizz,
but now I need some smack.

To get some smack,
I need some money.

I'm not giving you any money, mate.
You wanna bet?

No money and I go straight in there,
mate.

I go straight in there and tell them
everything I know.

I know what you're thinking.

I've worked all this out,
and I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking I'll do this once
and I'll come back again and again.

But I won't, right? I won't.

A one-off payment.

Five grand.

A one-off payment
and that will sort me out.

I can get a bit of gear,
do a bit of dealing,

I won't need to come back to you,
right?

Right.

Yeah?
Yeah, where?

Don't even think about doing me in.

Cos I've written a letter, right,

to be opened in the event
of my death.

One of those.
Where?

Eight o'clock tonight,
the Navigation.

All right.

OK.

Your mobile number.

Cos I might want
to change the venue.

If it's not busy,
we won't be meeting there.

I want lots of people around me,
you know what I mean?

And don't forget about my letter.

Anything happens to me,
you're finished.

SIRENS WAIL

TALKING OVER
POLICE RADIO

GUN CLICKS

GUN CLICKS

CHILDREN: What's your name?

SIRENS WAIL

CHILDREN: Have you got sweets?

CHILDREN: Bye!

GUNSHOT

CHILDREN CALL OUT

TONY BLAIR: 'We feel a tremendous
sense of mission and purpose.'

GEORGE BUSH:
'Iraqis achieve their liberty.'

'People are subject
to the most appalling brutality.'

CHILDREN: Bye! Bye, Kenny!

Bye, Kenny.
Bye, Kenny.

We are an ally of the United States

because we believe in fighting
this war against terrorism.

There's a sniper in the tower
behind you!

The witness saw the killer's face.

He knows what the killer does
for a living.

But if he doesn't come forward?

We find him.
And if you don't find him?

We will.

If you don't find him,
you've got nothing.

Can I tell Mrs Molloy
what we've been thinking about?

Tell her.

Right.

We know he lives locally.

So that's, say, a million people.

But we know he's been trained
to kill,

so he's either a soldier, an
ex-soldier or a martial arts man.

There are only 8,000 such people
who live locally.

We also know he lives in suburbia,
or at least

a house with a garden.

That takes us down to 3,000.

We know that he's young
and he's strong,

so if we omit anybody over 40,

the number comes down again
to 1,500.

Crucially, you can tell what he does
for a living by the way he dresses.

Which is...

uniform...

..overalls.

That again takes the number down
to 300.

Also, we have a witness

who says that he's got short,
brown hair...

..which cuts the number right down

to 100.

Mrs Molloy, there are only 100 men
in the whole of Manchester

who could possibly
have killed your son.

And we will interview
every single one of them,

and we will definitely catch
this man.

Thank you.

Well done.

Thank you, ma'am.

Could I speak to Kenny Archer
for five minutes?

So, had a bit of a do
a few years back?

I was first on the scene
of a road accident...

a bad one.

Anybody would have a bit of a do.

What?

It is unofficial, this, you know?

Nothing written down.

Right.

Are you on any medication?

No.

Have you had investigations?

Yeah. There's nothing wrong with me.

Nothing physical.

Mm.

Still get the flashbacks?

Yeah.

Ireland?

Ulster.

Ulster.

Want to describe them to me?

No.

I really can help.

No.

Belfast.

Derry.

You're standing there, a squaddie,

facing a gang of screaming women.

"Go home, you British bastard,
go home!"

And it's so over-the-top,
you're thinking,

"There's a hidden agenda here.

"One or two of these fancy me.

"They're flaunting themselves.

"I'll get one of those on her own.

"The one with the gypsy eyes.

"I'll slip her one.

"I've got something here
for you, woman."

Then a few weeks go by

and you realise
she doesn't fancy you at all.

And the hatred
is absolutely genuine.

Old gypsy eyes is screaming
at you again and you're thinking,

"I've got something here
for you, woman."

But it's not your dick now,
it's a bullet.

"I'll give you something to scream
about, you Irish bitch."

Yeah?

Empathy established.

Sorry?

Step one.

Show the patient you understand.

Look, I've been through all this
before with shrinks in the army

and they were no help either,

so, if it's all the same with you,
I think I'll leave.

Did you lose mates?

You know I lost mates.

Do you want to talk about it?

I'll help you with it.

We were moving up a street.

The women had been out,
shouting there was a sniper.

Always doing that,
always trying to put the shit up us.

It was me on one side.

Geordie and Lee on the other.

An American film...

..about how they won the war for us.

GUN CLICKS

Some kids wanting sweets.

Have you got any sweets?

Hey!
What's your name?

My name? My name's Kenny.

What's your names?

Lucy.
Monique.

Have you got any sweets?
No, I haven't got any sweets.

I'll tell you what, though, there's
a soldier up there, he's got some.

OK, thanks, Kenny.
Bye!

Bye, Kenny.

Bye.

CHOIR SINGS
STAR-SPANGLED BANNER

Come on, Monique.

Then Geordie saw a pram,
so he went to it.

We always did that.

Got among the kids.

Sniper wouldn't shoot them.

The pram was empty, so what?

The sniper wouldn't know
it was empty.

GUNSHOT

A shot. Geordie went down.

Lee got there.

It was a set-up.

And I know what Lee's thinking.

The pram outside an open front door.

He's thinking that the people
in that house are in on this.

And I know that he's gonna
go through that door...

..and I know
it's gonna be booby-trapped.

But... he's in there
before I can shout.

EXPLOSION

CHILDREN LAUGH

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Why?

Why is that always...?

I mean, it's not the worst,
two men dead, I've seen much worse.

So why is that always...?
I'll tell you why it gets to me.

It's the abuse of humanity.

A soldier goes to the pram

because he trusts the humanity
of the sniper.

He's not gonna shoot
where there's a pram.

But the sniper knows this.

He fires...

..and he knows exactly what
the soldier's mate's going to do.

His anger, his outraged humanity...

..will make him go
straight through that door.

It's the abuse of humanity,
the exploitation of humanity.

That help?

I know what you're doing.

What did you think of 9/11?

What?
What did you think about 9/11?

What's that got to do with this?
What did you think about it?

It was horrific.
Terrific?

Horrific.

What did they make
at the Twin Towers, anyway?

Money. Nothing else, just money.

Never was a target better chosen,
eh?

No, there were cleaners there,
cooks, bottle washers...

Collateral damage.
Firemen, doormen, cops.

Collateral damage. That's what
you're thinking, I know.

"Collateral damage?
I'll show 'em collateral damage."

No, I'm thinking it was horrific.

Ah.

And Bush. What do you think of Bush?

People hate his country so much that
they fly planes into his buildings.

Anyone else might
ask themselves why?

But Bush just lashes out and now
even more people hate his country.

Right?

Right?

There's only us two here, Kenny.

No. Can I leave, please?

Are you the man we're looking for?

What?

Are you the man we're looking for?

Why would I kill?

Do you want me to answer that?
Yeah.

It'll hurt.

Answer it.

30 years of war in Northern Ireland.

The sniper, the bomber,

the steady drip, drip, drip of death
all rendered totally irrelevant...

..by 9/11.

It wasn't a war.

That's what they're saying now.

Compared to 9/11, Afghanistan, Iraq,

Northern Ireland
was just a bun fight.

So stop being naughty boys,

kiss and make up,

cos we've got far more important
things to do nowadays.

Totally insignificant.

So what did your mates die for?

HE WHIMPERS

HE CRIES

HE SNIFFS

Just say you did it.

116 met the criteria.
You're on it, Kenny.

Just say you did it, Kenny.
Three little words.

"I did it."

You'll feel relieved.
You'll feel so relieved.

I...

..would like to leave, please.

Give me five minutes - five minutes.
I'm gonna get something.

'Can you give me your name, please?'
'No.

'I've seen him since, though.

'discovered what he does
for a living.'

'What does he do?'

"I've seen him since, discovered
what he does for a living."

Yeah? Our wallet thief, he uses
a drug centre off Deansgate.

If you give me a warrant,
I'll have him.

Yes!

Good.

Give me a couple of hours,
take Saleh.

Anything else?
Yes, note the urgency in his voice.

He's only just seen him.

Who's the one person in uniform
he could have just seen?

The copper who was chasing him.

You expect me to answer that?

You expect me to answer
an accusation like that?

I don't.

He does.

OK.

If I knew the guy,
why would I chase him?

Can I go?

This guy's playing games with me.
He gets off on this kind of shit.

Go.

Thank you.

You've disappointed me.

Well, I'm sorry, but it's him.

I should have realised before but...
Thanks for everything.

Thanks for everything.

Look, it's him.
You know the way out.

I should have known. I know
I should have realised before.

Yeah, thanks for everything.

OK.

PHONE RINGS

'The plane leaves in three hours,
Fitz.

'If you're not back,
we're going without you.'

I don't want you to go without me.

I don't either, because
you'll never get there on your own.

24-hour flight, free booze.

You won't make it alive.

She's been in tears,
you selfish prick!

I have definitely not been in tears,
but I am telling you, Fitz,

I am taking James home
with or without you. Mark!

You miss that flight,
you're not staying here.

You're acting like
a bloody teenager.

You're a grandad. My mates ain't
got dads like you, you dickhead!

I have to go.
Don't put the phone down.

I really do have to go.
Don't you dare...

LINE GOES DEAD

PHONE RINGS

Hello.
Where are you?

'I can't get the money
till tomorrow.'

Meet me tomorrow, 12 noon,
same place.

No. I need it now.
HE ENDS THE CALL

HE KNOCKS

HE COUGHS AND SNIFFS

Where is it?
Where's what?

This letter! Hmm?

That you're supposed
to have written. Get off!

The letter you're supposed
to have written.

There's no suppose about it.
I want it.

Yeah?
Yeah.

And if I don't get it,
you're dead.

No. If you do get it, I'm dead.

THEY STRUGGLE

Our wallet thief is Adam McMillan.

27B Paige Walk.

We're heading there now.

You're not heading there now.
You're waiting for backup.

Where is it?

I gave it to my girlfriend.

You're a smackhead,
you don't have a girlfriend.

Her name's Rachel.

Nice.

So what did you write on?

Paper.
Writing paper?

Yeah.
Show me.

No.

A smackhead with writing paper.

This I've got to see. Come on.

Argh!

Are you gonna show me your
fine selection of stationery?

It's in there.

HE CRIES OUT,
CRUNCHING

HE GROANS IN PAIN

Fuck it, let's go.

SIRENS WAIL

SIRENS WAIL

SIRENS WAIL
Shit.

GAS HISSES

SIRENS WAIL

GAS HISSES

SIRENS WAIL

SCREAMING

ALARMS SOUND

Found our witness, boss, he's dead.

What?

Gas explosion.
When?

20 minutes ago.

Shit! 'The firemen
think the flat was ransacked.'

Excuse me?
Go tell him, sweetheart.

What's the body like?
'Medium rare.'

Is it identifiable?

I can't trust him.
Excuse me, boss.

You can trust him, sweetheart,
he's a copper. Just.

A copper did it.
And it's definitely our man?

Looks that way.

OK.

Brief the firemen.
Boss.

I'll be over there as soon as.

Boss.
What?

I'm reading a letter and it says
one of our coppers did it.

Kenny?

Kenny!

The chain's on.

What's wrong?
Go away.

What?
Go away.

What? Where?

Elaine...

Go away.
What are you doing?

Kenny.

SHE RATTLES DOOR
Kenny!

Where are the kids?
They're upstairs.

Bring my kids down to me right now.
Kenny!

Kenny! Bring my kids out
to me right now.

Kenny!

Kenny! KENNY!

He's got a gun and he's got my kids!

SIRENS WAIL

Someone's got to get the kids out.

Just stay here.

Someone's got to get the kids out.
Ssh!

DOORBELL RINGS

HE KNOCKS

I got the short straw.

Do you want to come in?
Yeah.

Get me a bottle of vodka.

How about a nice
single malt whiskey?

They'll smell it on your breath,

but I don't think
it's gonna do your career any harm.

He's made a demand.

Yeah?

He wants two bottles
of single malt whiskey.

What?

BOTTLE CORK SQUEAKS

I've got to see Kenny.
Come on.

I've got to see the kids,
I've got to see Kenny.

I want to see the kids
and I want to see Kenny!

No.
Ssh!

What's happening?

Can I see the kids?

"Bring my kids out to me,"
she says.

"My kids".
Not "our kids" or "the kids".

"My kids".

Kids belong to women, Fitz.

Can I see them?
No.

Please?

No.

Do you know how you caught me, Fitz?

You understood, yeah?

Yeah.

Which means that everything I did
was perfectly understandable, right?

Understandable, not justified.

Understandable.

See...

..I know what she'll do.

She'll run away from the shame
of it all.

She'll move home, change her name.

That's OK...

..because everything I did
was perfectly understandable.

You know there's a marksman there,
don't you?

Yeah.

You want him to shoot.

Yeah.

Cos if I had the guts
to kill myself,

none of this would have happened.

But I couldn't do it.

Cos if you shoot yourself...

..you see...

GUN CLICKS

..you've got to squeeze
the trigger...

..and know the exact moment
that the bullet enters the head.

That's hard.

Better the sudden and unexpected.

The way Geordie went,
the others went.

Kenny!

ELAINE SHOUTS

I'm trying to get the kids!
Just wait. Please, listen.

Shut her up, please!
They won't shoot you, will they?

Cos you're a copper.

They'll shoot if I shoot you.

Kenny!

GUNSHOTS

Kenny!

Get the kids!

Kill him.

No!

GUNSHOT

ELAINE SCREAMS

Let me go through now! Kenny!

Elaine.
Shut her up!

Daniel!

I want to see the kids.
Can you get the door?

GUNFIRE ON TELEVISION

All right?

THEY GIGGLE

Surely you can eat
the rest of that for Daddy? No.

You're not finished. Come on.

Finish it for Daddy.

All right?

One last mouthful for Daddy.

Come on, you can finish that.

It's cold outside,
it'll make you all warm.

What about your juice, then?

Finish your juice.

One big gulp.

Did they go without me?

Left you that.

Dinner in fridge. Wife in Australia.

'Four years on, the annual ritual
of coming back to remember,

'mourners, many in tears,

'holding up high pictures of those
they lost that day.

'The ceremony fell silent
as thousands paused to remember

'the moment a passenger plane
flew into the North Tower

'of the World Trade Center.'

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