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You want a warrant to turn these premises over?

Yes. When?

Tonight, I guess.

No, it's not worth dragging a magistrate away from his supper just for a couple

of transistors. Leave it till tomorrow, eh? Why?

Of course.

It's been a long day. You and your governor deserve a quick drink early

What do you say?

All right, thanks very much.

Where are the lads?

Ah, Jimmy and Jake have beaten us to the pub.

Of course, it was the last scene headed for the canteen.

Jenny's gone down.

She's hurt.

See you, Miss Murie.

Charlie Foxtrot to all units.

Serious disturbance at Cranston Hall. Assistance urgently required.

Any unit in the vicinity.

Over. It's only a couple of hundred yards away. Be quicker to run. No, you

the shot.

We'll see how many of the lads can sprint it in 25 seconds flat.

Panda 4 to Charlie Foxtrot. We're on our way, but we're stuck in a jam in

Cranbourne Street.

Received, Panda 4. Get there as quick as you can. Out.

Ambulance being called.

It's the end of our early night.

What's your name? Can we have a bit of quiet in here?

What's your name?

John. Take your hands off me and I will. Move!

Now you know what it's like to be me, Johnny.

Anything else?

Coddlers.

I can't spell that.

Sign here.

Lock him up. Let's go.

Nick?

Name? John Alexander Napier Douglas.

Address?

227A Mount Street, W1.

Occupation? Student.

He's one, Sarge.

I'm one what?

You were near WPC Davidson when she was hurt.

Was I? I don't remember. I remember. I saw you.

What am I being charged with?

That depends. Turn your pockets out.

I wish to make a telephone call.

Not now. The phone's busy. It's my right to make a phone call. Yes, I know that.

Later. Turn your pockets out.

How long are you keeping me

here? Till our inquiries have been completed.

You've no right to hold me without charging me.

I want to get out!

a bit of quiet.

Thank

you.

Bloody women.

And you, Curly.

Sign here.

Interview room.

Just a minute.

I've got something to say to you, Sergeant.

Who do you think we are?

I demand to be allowed to telephone my father before the press get on to him.

And why should the press bother your father?

He's an important man.

Mr. Douglas, I don't give a damn who your father is, although I'm very

to hear that you have got one.

Oh, yes, and before you complain about being treated like cattle, just take a

look at some of my officers, will you?

They've been kicked, punched, beaten up.

Trying to keep the peace between two gangs of hooligans, of which you are

Mr Douglas. I object to that. Moreover, one of my officers, a woman, Mr Douglas,

has been seriously wounded by one of you lot.

So don't preach to me about being treated like cattle, because cattle get

treated a bloody sight better than we do. Take him out.

Right, next.

Is this one? Yes, I recognise him all right.

Not difficult, is it?

Yeah, yeah, I see.

But what are her chances, Doctor?

Can you give us some idea of what sort of weapon caused the wound?

Yeah. Look, one of my officers is on his way over. I'd like him to speak to her

as soon as possible.

Yes? Right, understood. Thank you, Doc.

She's in intensive care.

Well, can we see her yet, though? Let us know. How badly hurt is she?

Left lung and kidney have been damaged. Now, she's been stabbed in the back by a

slim, round weapon. Wound less than a quarter of an inch across. Yes,

Here's a lifter.

Who? You've got a housing problem there.

No, sir. They have.

They're ringing on the chandeliers out there. So I think we can cope just.

Apart from the two girls. Now, they're banged up with one of our regulars. I

don't think she's going to like it. Who's that?

Annie. Annie Kettle.

Steaming Annie Kettle. Well, that'll be an education for them. Now, you've

charged them with what?

Sorting the police and insulting behaviour.

Now, except for that six on the list and the fellow whose name I can't

pronounce. What's Mansour Ali El Saeed?

No, that's the one, yeah.

Now, we haven't charged them. We're just holding them for questioning.

Well, these are all suspects for the study?

Yeah. They were all recognised by PC Williams as milling round Jenny Davidson

when she was stabbed, as were the two girls.

Williams made a firm identification.

Oh, yes.

Good. How is he?

Well, he's roughed up a bit, but he's OK.

Any other casualties?

Yes, I've got PC Brookham detained with a broken arm, and I've got five other

PCs with cuts and bruises.

Nothing too serious, but they're all pretty sore in every sense of the word.

should be used to it by now. We're always the pigs in the middle.

Any of the prisoners damaged?

Well, both mobs was well into each other by the time we arrived, so a few of

them got regulation wax on the shins when our lads drew their sticks, but

of them need a doctor.

You searched it? Yeah. You find any weapons?

Well, we took two knuckle dusters off two of the skinheads. Oh, yeah, and we

found a length of lead pipe.

Did you find a weapon, something long, slim, something like that, that could

have caused a stab wound less than a quarter of an inch across?

No, sir.

Jimbo, get yourself over to Cranston Hall. Many bods as you can muster. Give

place a going over. See if you can't turn up the sort of weapon we're looking

for. He must have been ditched around there somewhere.

Right.

Do you want to start interviewing him now, sir?

Yeah, why not?

Who's a strong man if he's up here?

Well, there's a posh one who fancies himself, Douglas.

Oh, right.

Jake? Yeah.

Steve?

Sorry, love.

It's going to be a long night.

I'm Detective Inspector Croft. This is Detective Sergeant Barrett.

Mr Douglas.

Tell us all about yourself.

Is that why I'm here?

To keep you amused with small talk?

Well, what do you want to know?

Inspector, is it?

Detective Inspector Croft.

As I said. Oh, yes, I'm afraid I wasn't impressed enough to remember.

Very well.

Detect away.

Or inspect away, whichever you prefer.

I may yet leave an impression on you, Mr Douglas.

Are you thinking of roughing me up? Oh, no, no, no.

Not yet. Good.

Good. Well, I box for my college, and I wouldn't advise it.

Queensbury rules.

I never had much time for the Marquess myself. Couldn't he stand the accent?

What were you doing at Cranton Hall?

Holding a peaceful protest meeting until those hooligans try to break it up.

About the cuts in grants for overseas students?

Yes. You an overseas student, are you? No.

So why should their problems bother you?

Well, I dare say it astonishes you, but I happen to care.

Care?

You're just another well -heeled do -gooder, aren't you?

Making a bloody nuisance of himself.

Is that what you're charging me with? Being a well -heeled do -gooder?

Or with being a nuisance?

And what act do those offences come under? The policeman's chip on the

act? You are... Too clever by bloody half, Sonny.

And it is going to get you nowhere.

Oh, am I doomed to sit here forever? No, you'll sit here until we find out who

stabbed our WPC.

She was stabbed? Yeah, and you were seen there when she was struck. And now she

is in intensive care, and we are investigating the attempted murder, or

possibly murder, of a police officer on duty.

See, you can cut the patronising, you coffee -nose smart -arse.

Answer the questions.

I'm sorry she was stabbed.

You're what? I'm sorry. I think it's appalling.

But what has it to do with me?

Now, you were near at the time, Mr Douglas.

Did you see anyone with a knife or something similar in their hand?

No. Did you see anyone aim a blow at her back?

No, I was busy defending myself.

What with? These, Inspector.

Are you threatening me, Sonny? Do you feel threatened, Inspector?

Here, in your own police station, by a toffee -nosed smart -arse.

Don't tell me our Scots friend is losing his nerve.

Let's cool it, shall we?

Good idea.

You're trying to find out who stabbed your colleague, and I'll help in any way

can.

But do we have to waste time with his dreary little class war?

I'll be back in a minute.

Do you have many psychopaths like that in the Metropolitan Police?

Now let's get back to when you were defending yourself.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Well, she's stopped, hasn't she?

You hit me.

No harm intended, dear, but there's no point you carrying on like that.

I just wanted to bring her to her senses, see. How are your senses?

Fuddled, but getting better.

What's the matter with her?

Well, indeed, she's frightened.

I'm terrified.

What for?

A girl like you, you get nicked in some punch -up.

You get fined a tenner, if that.

That's nothing. It's a joke.

You should be having a laugh about it.

I'm not bothered.

Nor should you be.

I'm not.

Mind you, it's about the 200th time I've been nicked.

I duffed up some geezer who was taking liberties with me and the dog and fox.

Completely blotto, I was.

It was me day off, you see.

Day off from what?

I'm a business girl, dear.

Oh. I get paid for doing what I enjoy most.

Not many people can say that nowadays.

But I don't like men messing about with me on my days off.

You know what it's like.

I'm in the mood for drinking, then, not sex.

So when this fella starts on me, I did an half -whacking once.

Down he went.

Then I put the boot in on him. Oh, dear, he was shocked, the bastard.

You called the police?

He was in no state to. His mate did that.

So here I am again.

What'll they give you for that?

14 days.

I'm worried about your friend.

Fraser?

Do you mean me?

Come along. No. Okay, no.

There's nothing for you to worry about, Mary.

I'll look after her.

You're scared out of your wits.

We can't have this. She looked terrible.

I can't bear being locked up.

He does something to me. He wants to scream all the time.

Well, do you want to see a doctor? I'll make him fetch one.

No, no, thank you.

Well, tell me about it, then. It might make you feel better.

OK?

Thanks, Claire.

Right, next.

You all right?

What? No, I am not.

It's our public school bloody barrack room lawyer.

I think maybe you'd better have a go at him. I tell you, if I go back in there,

it could be the end of a promising career.

I think we'd all better tell ourselves he's going to live.

Ah, he's too bloody clever, my half.

Do you really want me to take over?

No.

Looks like I've got quite a handful, too.

Who is it?

Kate Fraser, Douglas's girlfriend.

Oh, yeah?

Well, give her a kiss for me.

I'm Detective Inspector Forbes. What am I being charged with?

Nothing as yet.

We're making some inquiries into the attempted murder of W .P .C. Davidson.

We think you might be able to help us.

What makes you think that?

You were seen near her when the incident occurred.

I saw nothing, therefore I can't help you, so would you kindly let me go?

Not yet, Kate.

I'm Kate to my friends. I don't think I know you, do I?

You'll be getting to know me before you leave.

Now... I've already told you, I know nothing about it and I saw nothing.

And as soon as I get out of this god -awful place, I'm going to sue you for

locking me up with that dreadful old drunken tart.

Steaming Annie Kettle? She's quite a dear when you get to know her. I don't

to bloody know her, or you.

All I do is go to a peaceful meeting and a gang of fascists try to break it up.

Do your lot try and protect us? Do they hell. They come charging in, lashing out

at all and sundry. And here am I being pushed around, bullied, locked up and

accused of attempted murder. It's a nightmare.

And you suggest I get to know you and the horrible person I'm locked up with.

You're raving mad.

Let me out of this lunatic place for God's sake.

Will they take away your cigarette?

Yes.

Do something about those stains on your fingers.

You should run an agony column.

I think I'd be quite good at it. I seem to spend my life sorting out other

people's problems. Then sort mine for a start and let me out. Well, I'm doing my

best, but you're not being much help. Now, let's establish exactly what

happened, shall we? I've told you, it was chaos.

Did you see the policewoman collapse?

Vaguely. I heard her scream. How near to her were you?

Three, four feet, maybe.

In front of her or behind her? I don't know.

It's important.

To one side, I think.

Anyone nearer to her than you?

Oh, yes, several people.

Who? I don't remember. It was very confusing. I was terrified by it all.

Where was your boyfriend, John Douglas?

I don't remember.

Oh, come on, now. He's a big boy. Wasn't he trying to look after you?

Somewhere near, I think. How near?

Oh, Johnny wouldn't stab anyone, let alone a woman.

I don't think she'd been stabbed.

Who said she'd been stabbed?

Well, there was blood pouring out from her back. I didn't think she'd been

strangled.

Did you see anyone use a knife on her?

No. Anyone that could have done?

Think!

One of the skinheads was near enough. Which one? Can you describe him?

Oh, they're like Chinamen to me. They all look the same. Well, they're not

Chinamen. They're young Englishmen with short hair.

I'm not interested in people like that. I don't even see them.

They're mass -produced fascist nasties. Line them up, and I couldn't tell one

from the other.

I gather that you're on the side of the people, or something like that.

Oppressed people everywhere.

Faced with some rough bits of old stuff, you can't tell one from t 'other. I

don't think I'd fancy your brave new world, Kate. There wouldn't be a need

you in it. You'd have a different kind of place.

We'd have no oppressors.

You know something?

I'm beginning to feel a bit downtrodden myself.

All right, Jean. Yes, ma 'am.

Come on.

Aren't you letting me go?

A peace inquiry into a serious matter like this is a process of elimination.

haven't helped us much. You are not yet eliminated. We'll talk again later.

Can I have another cigarette?

Excuse me, Sergeant.

Look, I'm sorry to bother you. I know you're busy, but we have got a deadline

meet. Can you give us something on this fight at Cranston Hall?

No, I'm sorry, gentlemen. The matter's still under investigation. I've got no

further news for you yet. Listen, Sergeant, we know one of your police

badly hurt. We've got a man down at the hospital.

Now, we're not out to knock the police on this one. We're on your side.

Has anyone been charged yet?

Not yet.

Yes, Sergeant.

I'd like to see the officer in charge, please.

And who are you?

Those gentlemen from the press.

They're not from the Salvation Army, are they? What do you want?

Would you give that to the officer in charge, please?

Douglas? Is it about the prisoner, Douglas? You'll have to wait.

Sergeant!

Would you look at it properly, please?

Now, you look here.

Sir James Douglas, isn't it? One of your political bosses.

Parliamentary secretary to the Home Office.

Watch your story, then, haven't you?

Is your son involved in this, Sir James?

What the hell would I be doing here otherwise?

Have you got children?

Afraid not.

Then you're damn lucky.

All right, Mr. Tewson, we'll go through it once more.

Now, you were standing about six feet from the WPC.

Maybe seven feet.

Six or seven feet, and she was pushing back two of your mates.

Yes, they'd stepped in to protect me from the blackie.

Hodges, the student.

Yes, I saw Hodges stab the lady officer in the back.

With? Flick knife.

What sort of size flick knife?

So big, about the size of a kitchen knife.

Say, four inches long, about an inch wide?

Yes. Now, there were three people between you and Hodges, a lot of other

milling around, but you clearly saw him stab the WPC with a flick knife.

Yes.

Well, we found no weapon on him.

Well, you wouldn't, would you? The only jokers are when they're tooled up with

three of your skinhead pals. Two are carrying dusters and one a length of

piping. I know nothing about that. But you claim you went to this meeting

to express your disagreement with the students' views.

Yes. I object to these people mollycoddling all these blacks and

foreigners.

And I have a right and a freedom of speech to say so. I want to see my

cleansed of this alien filth.

You don't object to that, I'm sure.

Oh, well, I'm not bothered about people's race, and I don't give a damn

politics, theirs or yours. I'm not a politician.

I'm a patriot.

Aren't you?

Would you ever hear the saying, patriotism is the last refuge of a

Who said that? Some left -wing fanatic, I suppose.

Hardly. It's Dr. Johnson.

All right.

John Edward Tewson.

Born Edinburgh, 14th, 5th, 49.

Shoplifting, stealing a bicycle, office breaking.

Oh,

then you started to grow up.

Criminal damage, GBH, dishonest handling, GBH again, robbery with

There's enough for me to win the Derby. Now, you say you're a patriot.

I think you're just a tearaway when mob Andy with a bunch of yobbos to break

that meeting up. I think it's down to you that our WPC got stabbed.

It's down to that black bastard. I've told you what happened. Yeah, and we'll

checking it out, so I'll have to talk to you again.

I've tried to help you and you keep me banged up here. Thanks a lot. Oh, don't

mention it. All right, we'll be back in five minutes.

On anything?

Yeah, not what the governor put it on, I'm afraid.

Where is he?

In his office.

What interview?

No, he just called a cop.

Douglas says he saw nothing.

His girlfriend says it was one of the skinheads. Now, Tewson says it was the

black guy. No, well, he's lying, of course.

The weapons he claims he saw used was the wrong size.

He's just out to make trouble. Obviously.

Russell.

Yeah. Well, what do you mean? You haven't had a chance to talk to her at

Yeah, all right.

Just keep us posted if there's any change.

Her condition's deteriorated.

I have to inform her parents.

Already on their way off from Somerset.

What are their chances?

Slim. Now, come on, we've got to get this bastard. We've still got a bunch

to interview.

Well, look, I mean, I know this is a bit unorthodox, but after we've seen them,

why don't we bang them all up together in a big cell?

I mean, if we can't soften them up, maybe they'll do it themselves.

Yeah, why not?

Start fighting. Well, we can put a stop to that, eventually.

Any luck?

Couldn't find any thin -bladed weapons, sir, but we did find this, wedged behind

a radiator.

Well, thanks a lot.

Bloody lot of help in a stabbing case, I must say.

Well, I'm sorry about that.

It's a .38 Smith & Wesson. I've had a look at it. Loaded in all chambers.

shots fired from it very recently.

Thought you'd want to see it. So, who's been shot?

No idea, Goff.

But that haul hasn't been used for the last ten days. It's been locked up

all that time.

So that must have been dumped there in the last hour or so.

By one of our customers in the cells?

Yeah, strong chance, isn't it?

Well, I'm sorry to be so unenthusiastic about it, but until we get a body with a

bullet in it, I'm not going to start jumping up and down.

All right, put this fine art on the printer, then get the ball rolling with

firearms and forensics.

Right. Like now?

Now, you lot know what you've got to do, right?

I'm going to have a word with the Arab.

Oi! Where do you think you're going?

The hospital.

See how Jenny is? No, you stay here. If anything goes wrong, the DCI will hear

about it soon enough. Well, he's not going to tell me, is he?

No, possibly not, but you'll hear about it.

Look, Sarge, I care. The DCI doesn't even know her.

Like that, is it?

Yeah.

Now, look here, Ash.

If there's something going on between you and WPC Davison, don't advertise it.

You know the force's regulations about station romances? Well, it's none of the

force's business, is it?

Well, this time I didn't hear that.

Now, go and get your coat off.

Sergeant. All right.

So you're from Iraq, you say?

Yes, sir.

How long have you been in this country, Mansour? Mansour. Mansour.

Two months.

I'm learning English at the school in Oxford Street.

You're doing very well.

Thank you, sir.

So, why did you go to this meeting?

It was about overseas students, so I was interested.

You're here on a grant?

Yes, from my government.

Not from our government.

No. So the meeting didn't concern you personally?

It was of great interest to me that your people should be concerned about us.

Tell me, what time? When did you get there, precisely?

When it started.

About six o 'clock.

Did you know any of the other students there?

No. But I was hoping to make acquaintance with some.

That was one reason to go there.

It says here that...

He was seen very near to our policewoman when she was stabbed. Yes, yes.

It was terrible.

But I was not fighting anyone.

I was trying to get away.

Did you witness the incident?

No. Did you say you stabbed her?

No, no, no.

It was all a great confusion.

I did not see what happened. I was looking for a way out.

Have you ever been a soldier?

Soldier? Would you like some coffee?

Yes, please.

Black.

Have you ever done any military training?

I served two years in our army. I had to.

Sugar? Yes, please.

So you know what a .38 Smith & Wesson is?

Smith & Wesson?

That is an American gun.

What they call a six -shooter.

Yeah, that's right.

We have Russian equipment.

Automatics.

But you know what a Smith & Wesson is?

I've heard of it.

Were you carrying one this evening?

Me? Yes, you.

Like that?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Let's have a look at your hands.

Palm down on the desk.

Wait!

You're left -handed, right?

Yes.

Now, did you know that cordite from a recently fired gun leaves stones there

easily discernible? You can't wash them off. We've got some very clever people

working for us in forensics, Mansour. So if you did fire this gun... No! Are you

sure? I told you to wait, Sergeant.

I know nothing about the gun, sir.

What the hell do you want? I'm sorry, but it is important, sir.

All right, take him down. Put him in the big cell.

Coming up.

He's downstairs and he's getting in place. I was just about to get a cop and

come farting in. Listen, I'd have got stick if I hadn't. Caught between a rock

and a hard place, wasn't I, sir?

Well, he can wait.

Thank you.

Please let me go.

We just want you to tell us what happened. I don't know what happened.

let me go home. As soon as you tell us, you can go. Oh, please let me go. Mary,

come on, help us. Please, I don't know what happened. Come on, Mary.

Come on. Take her back to the cell.

This just is not my night.

We'll get Maggie to talk to her.

Hi.

All right, Hodges. Now, you were near her at the time. No, I wasn't. You were

seen.

All right.

If you didn't stab her, who did?

I've already told you. I didn't see anyone stab her.

Then who could have done? Could it have been your friend, Douglas?

Impossible. Why not?

He's not that... He's an aggressive character. So is his girlfriend.

No more than I am.

Oh, you're not aggressive, are you?

I'm black.

Oh, I see. So you feel you're being cut at all the time.

Now, why on earth should I think a thing like that?

I stand out to you people like a sore black thumb, don't I? I don't accept

Then you're being naive, Inspector.

Naive? Ingenuous, then.

Or just plain dumb, if you like.

Dumb. Now, they're the ninth four -letter word for a black boy to be used.

look, I agree that there is prejudice against black people, but not on my

And if you don't believe that, then, quite frankly, I don't give a sod. And

that's a nice three -letter word for a lady to be using.

I like it.

Look, Larry, I don't believe that you did it.

Very intelligent and perceptive of you.

Thank you. Don't mention it.

Just wanted to see how you take being patronised by me.

You're doing all right.

Good. Now let's see if you can do as well as I'm doing. Where was Kate Fraser

standing last time you saw her? Look, you've got it all wrong. It couldn't

been Kate. Why not?

Well, you've talked to her and hated her, of course. When you're doing your

as a police officer, personal feelings don't come into it. I don't accept that

for a moment. In fact, it's a load of bull.

You're not robots or computers, are you?

Personal feelings affect every single thing you do, the same as they affect

everyone else.

And they make you think and act wrongly, just like your customers.

That is nonsense.

You can't afford to think otherwise, can you? You've got to think you're right

all the time.

And if you've got any doubts about it, you've got to suppress them.

Otherwise, you couldn't do your job of playing God with other people's liberty,

could you?

You hate the police. They don't seem to like me.

Personal feelings seem to... All right, Hodges, you've made your point.

Now, why couldn't Kate Fraser have done it?

Look, she's a very tough lady.

Much tougher than Johnny Douglas.

She's arrogant and clever.

Much too clever to go stabbing policewomen.

Only a nutter would do that.

That's what you should be looking for, a nutter. And she's not that... No way.

Nor is Johnny, and don't look at me either, cos I'm not a nutter. Well,

that lot is?

The skinheads.

They're all nutters.

What do you call this?

It's not exactly a lucky charm, is it?

You're banged her rights, Mickey. You went there tooled up, son, looking for

trouble. So what?

You can't stab anyone with a pair of dusters.

I'd say you're a wild boy, Mickey.

I'd say you could have gone there with a knife as well and dumped it. Well, I

didn't. Do you have a gun, a Smith & Wesson? Oh, give over.

I didn't have a knife, I didn't have a gun, and I'm afraid I left my nuclear

rocket launcher at me granny's.

I'm saving it for Manchester United.

Take this comedian back to the cells, bring his pal up.

I'm back to the cells. Can I go now? You're wasting my time, son. This is a

serious business.

Not to me it ain't.

Stick around. You'll see the serious side of it, eventually.

What did you take me for?

It's a drip machine.

You've finished your comic turn, chummy. You'll be booed off now.

What do I make books for? Not for our stag night, that's for sure. Oh, you

you've built up a writing season? I thought you had it all year round. Oh,

bloody aye. You'll be feeling the weight of my funny bone in a minute, and

you'll kill it, mate.

Mr Russell? Yeah, Edmund.

It's Steve Douglas, DCO Russell.

The blasted reporters know who I am and why I'm here, thanks to your half

-witted sergeant.

And you kept me waiting 45 minutes. I have an important debate in the house.

Then don't let me keep you, sir. We're too busy.

May I see him?

No, not yet.

What's he charged with?

Nothing so far, but he will be charged with assaulting the police and insulting

behaviour.

Stupid little idiot.

Very well, will you charge him and bail him to me? I'll see that he appears in

court. Sorry, sir, can't do that.

We're investigating a much more important matter.

What's that?

Attempted murder of a police officer.

He's involved?

Well, he could be.

He's not helping us much.

Not helping you?

None of them are.

What's the matter with him?

Well, we'd say it was a lack of discipline, a lack of respect, but then

not something we can answer, sir, is it? Something you people must deal with.

I don't know the answer.

I'd like to thump the living daylights out of him, but that wouldn't help,

it? Might win you a few votes.

More than he's cost me already. This is all going to be in the papers in the

morning.

Look, why don't you let me talk to him? Perhaps he will cooperate.

Would you say you were close to your son, sir?

Certainly. You can't get closer than a head -on collision, can you?

I don't think that's going to help us very much.

I suppose not.

Nor him.

Nor me.

Look, I have a division in the house. Is it all right if I come back later?

By all means.

Thank you.

For you, sir.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure they do.

All right. Yeah. Thank you, sir.

Our police woman's just died.

Later. Come on, come on. Don't just squat there. Think. The girl is dead.

A policewoman is dead, and one of the funds we got banged up downstairs has

to be responsible.

Yeah, well, they're bloody -minded. Not nearly as bloody -minded as I am, nor as

bloody -minded as you lot should be. We are talking about a 22 -year -old girl,

for Christ's sake. What am I supposed to tell her? Yes, we're hanging up on you.

I'm getting carried away.

So we'll calm down, I'll cool it, and someone will come up with an idea.

Kate Fraser.

I have a strong idea that she might have done it, but quite frankly, she's such

a bitch, and the way I feel right now, I think a man might handle it better than

I did. Yeah, all right, I'll have a go at her.

And the other likely is to tear away Cagney's, was it? Yeah, we'll do that,

I want a result before the night's out.

What about the gun? First things first.

It's pretty quiet now, Ash. You might as well go home, then.

No, thanks, Sarge.

I'll finish my turn.

You don't have to, you know.

I won't sleep until I know who did it.

Fraser. Not again.

Yes, again.

She's dead.

She's dead, isn't she?

Kate! There's nothing for you to worry about, Mary.

Come on.

Look after her for me, will you? Do I have any choice?

She's dead.

Does that mean it's murder?

That's what they usually call it, dear.

What do you want? You.

He wants to show off his muscles again. Get up. Inspector Forbes wants to see

you. She's nice. You'll like her.

Get off them. And don't mess around.

This is a murder inquiry.

Murder? Yes.

One of you lies the bastard who did it.

Well, I know it wasn't me.

We don't know that. You know, sod, all you half -baked fascists.

I'm not taking that from you, you... Wrong. You are.

Nobody's going to confess, then, here, to killing a copper.

Not unless they're raving mad. Whoever did it was raving mad. According to

Cagney, the police found a gun in the hall. Who brought that along?

The police think it was me.

What is?

Of course not.

Your police, do they torture people to get confessions out of them? No, never.

Never?

They call it leaning on you. Nonsense. Nobody's going to beat anything out of

you if that's what's worrying you.

I was once arrested by SAVAK, the sharp police in Iran.

They tortured me.

Down here.

Still, I didn't tell them anything.

What were you arrested for?

Politics. I thought you were a student.

Of English.

And politics.

Are you a socialist?

Of course.

We're on the same side, then?

I hope so.

Right. What's your first name?

What do I call you?

Mick.

Why, do you fancy me or something?

Oh, now, Mickey.

Mick, not Mickey.

I'm a man, not a mouse.

You grew your hair a bit longer and didn't dress up in those funny clothes.

wouldn't look too bad.

Don't you like the gear, then?

Doesn't fit you.

You look like a hit country boy out of an American musical.

You're a Cockney boy.

Yeah. Left of the boy.

Would you go out for me if I dressed up as a pearly king, then?

Try it one day.

What's your name?

Maggie.

I fancy you, Maggie.

Oh, I see. We've got a cheeky one, have we?

How old are you then, Mick?

Nineteen.

Nineteen. I've got a son, then, of your age.

You're joking.

Thank you, but I'm not.

Oh, well.

There's many a good tune, I'm told.

Who do you fancy yourself at this time, then?

Who's he when he's at home?

Skip it.

Look, Mick.

Why is it that a big boy like you, a young man, I mean, spends his time

for aggro and punch -ups?

Better than telly, innit?

I mean, you're doing it and watching it.

That's what it's all about these days.

Participation.

Bet you never thought I even knew a word like that, didn't you?

You're a bright lad. I never said you weren't, but you are wasting yourself.

You're here talking to me.

How about that?

Never had a laugh talking to a cop before. It's not funny for us, Mick.

Not when we've had a colleague murdered.

Well, I didn't do it.

And it weren't none of me mates either.

How can you be so sure?

Look, Maggie, I enjoy a punch -up. It's exciting.

But you don't enjoy it if you get hurt all the time.

I suppose you do.

Do you know how you don't get hurt?

It's all new to me, tell me.

You keep your eyes open.

Your eyes are going everywhere.

Who's tooled up? Who's got a shiv on them? Who's got boots that could kick

head in? Your eyes are taking it in like lightning. Your brain box is flashing

away like a computer.

Sussing it all in an instant so you don't get hurt.

It's magic.

Yeah, it could be exciting.

Exciting? It's better than sex.

Maggie, you're living. You have a vision. What did you see, Mick, in your

vision?

I saw it was right behind that lady copper before she went down.

Who?

Them two birds.

Mary Ven and Kate Fraser.

I don't know their names.

You see which one it was? Was it the tall one or the other one?

I couldn't swear to it, but I think it was the tall one.

That's no concern of mine or yours.

You don't seriously suspect him of murder?

Well, sir, it's all a question of elimination.

Russell.

Yeah, all right, put it through. It's for you, sir.

You see, he's been no help to us, so we just haven't been able to eliminate him

as yet.

Could he be shielding someone? It's possible. That girl, it is Kate.

Yeah, right.

Thank you.

James Douglas.

Yes, when?

Between six and seven. When was it reported to you?

Yes, I will.

Yes, I can do that from here.

Yes, as soon as I possibly can.

I need to speak to the duty officer of the anti -terrorist squad. An Arab

politician has been shot.

Know who he is?

Mahmoud Hussein.

The duty officer, anti -terrorist squad. Quick.

He asked for police protection.

And you turned him down?

We can't give every political refugee from the Middle East police protection.

wouldn't be possible.

Well, sir, I've got a curious feeling that we might just get lucky over this

one. She seemed to believe that pack of lies. Save the aggro for someone else,

because I'm bloody too. Kill that lady copper. It weren't me, that's all.

So you don't care?

Why should I? My book is just one of his pizza left. You little bastard.

Oh!

Oh! Oh, he's my man! Help me!

Somebody help me! What are you doing? He went for me! Oh, I don't know.

I'll take more. I'll take it. Get in there!

You all right?

I didn't see anything coming that time.

You'll live.

He's got me lib.

I want to retake some of this. Give him some visual surgery. We'll look at him,

OK? No, there's no need for that, ma 'am. I'll get somebody to take him back

the cell. William!

He just went for me. He thought he went berserk. Take him down. I don't know

what's wrong with that guy. He just went for me.

What for me?

That wasn't very clever, was it?

Come on.

What happened to you?

Got beaten up, didn't I?

Just like Sabak.

What are you going to do about it? I may.

Send me a fiver.

Aren't you going to complain?

No.

Well, then I'll complain. I'll take it right to the top. Maybe, yeah.

And if they do that to me, I say we're on the same side.

I'm glad to hear that.

Did you see me arrive at your meeting, Mr. Dutton?

I can't say I did.

You struck a prisoner, Ash. I've taken enough, sir.

He referred to Jenny as just another pig.

I should say in mitigation, sir, PC Ash was somewhat involved with WPC Davidson.

He had no business being involved with the WPC in this station in the first

place, and we're all upset. Yes, I've noticed.

How much damage did he do to the prisoner? Well, nothing too serious,

it will show when he appears in court. That's all we need. He asked for it.

You do not strike a prisoner no matter how much you're provoked. You control

yourself. That's the most important part, the job. That's all you people

about, isn't it, the job?

Well, you can stick your job if I've had enough of it.

I'd rather be a duckman.

The garbage you have to handle doesn't answer back.

I quit.

I'm handing in my papers.

You can talk to the chief superintendent about that in the morning. Meantime,

I'm suspending you from duty. I don't give a damn about that, sir.

What about Jenny, who suspended her from duty with a knife in her back?

When are you going to find that out? That's all, Sergeant Bryant.

Yes, sir.

Come on, Ash.

Ash.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

They're keeping your friend a long time.

What are they doing to her?

Nothing too terrible.

Just asking her to repeat her story over and over again, hoping she'll make a

flip. How can she tell them?

Then they'll just bore her into confessing.

I don't want her to confess to something she didn't do.

She won't. It's daft little things like you who do that.

Gets the fright and they'll say anything.

Annie. What?

Do you believe it was an accident?

I don't know. Was it?

Yes. Kate?

She seemed like a real old piece.

No, no, it wasn't like that.

Look, love, don't mess them about. If you know something, you tell them.

Am I going to be kept up all night telling the same bloody story over and

again? Miss Fraser, this is a murder inquiry and you are a suspect.

All right, tell me once again what happened from the moment the skinhead's

broken. Certainly.

As I make it the eleventh time I've told you, I should be word perfect by now.

When the skinheads broke in, I was standing by the radiator at the right

the hall. Oh, no, no, no, no. You are boring me to death, Miss Fraser.

Oh, dear.

And I thought it was your favourite story. You've asked for it so often.

All right. Who else was standing by the radiator?

My boyfriend, Johnny, and a dark chap I hadn't seen before. You mean the Arab?

Yes. Was he carrying anything?

A newspaper.

A newspaper?

With just the newspaper?

There was something tucked inside it, I think.

Now you're getting interesting.

Well, I'm so glad we've changed the subject at last.

Now, tell me more about what could have been inside the newspaper.

Can't I talk to my son alone?

Sorry, sir.

That's the rule.

One of us has to be here.

Are they treating you all right?

No.

One of their thugs beat up one of the skinheads, busted his mouth open and

blacked his eyes.

I'm going to raise hell about it, Father, and if that means embarrassing

even more, I'm sorry, I don't care.

The officer who lost his temper, it was his girl that was killed. Don't you care

about that?

Mr. Russell tells me that you and your friends are the most uncooperative lot

they've ever dealt with. Why?

They're authority, like you.

You don't listen to anybody, that's the trouble.

Nobody listens to us.

Nobody listens to those poor bastards of skinheads to find out what's bothering

them.

I've more sympathy for them, even though they attack us, than I have for you.

We're all frustrated and angry because no one listens.

Do you want my solicitor in court?

It would help, I guess.

I'll see that he's there.

Thanks.

Johnny, if you know something, and do me a favour for once,

be cooperative.

Tell me some more about this Arab in yourself.

There's nothing to tell. I only met him this evening.

All at the meeting? Yes.

Here we are.

It's better, isn't it?

Yes.

Where's Kate?

What are they doing to her? Just asking her some questions.

Now, you did understand what that caution meant, didn't you?

Yes.

Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Now, look.

You and Kate were standing near our WPC when she was stabbed.

No, no, I wasn't. Come on, Mary.

You were seen near her when she fell.

Oh, Lord.

They're lying. They can't have seen anything. It all happened so fast. What

happened?

The yobbs, the skinheads.

They came charging towards us. I was petrified.

Go on.

What did Kate do?

She stood her ground.

She's braver than me.

She took a swing at one of them.

You look up to her, don't you?

Yes.

Did she take a swing at WPC Davidson as well?

Oh, no, of course she didn't.

How can you be so sure? You said everything happened so quick.

It did, it did. It was a mass of people all struggling and pushing and shouting,

but I know Kate didn't do it. Hey, look, Mary.

that Kate Fraser is your friend and that you admire her and that you want to

defend her.

But how can you be so sure that she didn't stab our police officer? You've

it all wrong.

Kate didn't do anything. It was me.

I was afraid.

I can't fight.

So I took my comb out of my bag.

Oh, for God's sake, don't look at me like that.

It really was an accident.

This creep was coming towards me.

The policewoman stepped between us. She was trying to protect me.

And the man crashed into her and she fell back.

After that?

Yes.

I didn't mean to hurt her, I swear it.

She was only trying to protect me and now she's dead and it's all my fault.

What will they do to me?

It's not up to me, Mary.

I think we'd better get all that down in a written statement, don't you?

I'm not going to tell my parents.

So, Hussein was shot early last night, sometime between six and seven.

Yeah, and Douglas admits he can't remember exactly what time Mansour

meeting. Well, if Fitz could have done the job, slipped into the meeting. It's

good place to hide himself.

Yeah, and the gun probably never would have been found if I hadn't been

searching for something else. So, Mansour's your man, not ours.

No? No. A couple of DIs on their way over from a special branch pick him up.

It's not our baby.

Mary Venn's statement, sir.

And the murder weapon.

I trust she was properly cautioned before she made this.

By the book.

You think she's telling the truth?

I think she's too frightened not to.

You'd better get that off the lab.

Will it be a murder charge?

Too early to tell. It's up to the DPP.

Right. I want detailed statements from everyone in the vicinity of the

Now, if they confirm Venn's statement that Jenny actually fell backwards onto

that thing, well and good.

But if anyone saw her strike anything like a deliberate blow, I want to know

about it, because then the charge is certainly going to be murder. Off you

Do you want to see any of them go? No, I've got a press statement to get

together.

Jenny's parents are here.

Do you want me to stay?

I'd be grateful.

To deaths? To arrests?

Why can't I feel more chuffed about it?