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Mm. Oh.

[ Engine turns over]

I believe that the police should, um...

Bugger it.

Liaise. I believe the police

should liaise with the community.

They should be a part of the community.

Excuse me, sir, I wondered --

Oi!

Here, have it.

[Whistles]

Uh, so, people are always saying that the police should,

um, liaise with the community, but --

but I believe that they should be

a part of the community.

Right. Any questions?

No?

Well, why don't I ask you one, then?

I've been a cop for about 22 years.

God, that makes me feel old.

Anyway, when I was about your age, I decided what I wanted.

I wanted to be in the police force.

And that's where I am.

And I'm very happy about that.

You see, I-I think that people get on a train,

they don't know what their destination is.

And then they finish up somewhere

that they don't want to be.

So why don't you think about that and tell me...

Well, tell me what you want to be.

Tell me what -- what kind of a life you want.

What do you want?

Get hammered!

[ Laughter]

He wants to get hammered.

Anyone else?

Respect.

[ Laughter]

Yeah, well, I can identify with that myself.

Sweet commies for trade!

Commies? What's that -- comics?

YOUNG MAN: No.

- Computers. - Computers.

Oh.

What about you? What do you want?

Law and order.

[Students murmur]

Yeah, all right, all right.

That's enough.

You want law and order. What's your name?

Sad wanker.

[ Laughter]

Campbell.

And, Campbell, you don't think you've got law and order?

Are you joking? I mean...

Look! Who gives a shit?!

Nobody. Nobody gives a shit about anything.

Well, we'll talk about that later, all right?

[ Knock on door]

You know me?

No, but you've seen me around, yeah?

- So you sort of know me. -[ Baby cries]

Thing is, my friends here are what you'd call, uh, chefs.

And they need a nice, clean kitchen

to do a bit of cooking in.

Please, I'm looking after these kids.

Just open the door, darling. We're not gonna cook the kids.

[Crying continues]

Mind if I smoke?

[ Engine revving]

BALLINGER: So, those figures are halved.

That's not rhetoric. That's arithmetic.

In 1993, my division

responded to around 100 gun-related incidents

in the Deansfield area.

Last year, 50.

Are you saying, Mr. Ballinger,

-that you're our savior? - That's right.

Like all senior officers on this force, I am guided by the Lord.

[ Laughter]

So you're saying it's safe to walk 'round Deansfield at night?

I didn't hear meself say that.

Listen, what I'm saying, what is unequivocally true,

it is now safer than it used to be.

That is quantifiable. That is a fact.

Let me tell you something.

In 1994, Operation Japan

broke the back of gun crime in this area,

and it has never recovered.

Serious woundings caused by gunshots has fallen by 15%,

armed robbery by 21%.

Now, that is a very significant reduction.

So what I'm saying to you,

the measures that the police are taking, they are working,

slowly but surely.

Now, of course, that's boring. That doesn't make good telly.

You won't see too many camera-in-the-bag documentaries

about that.

All I can say is just because you don't see it on the box,

it doesn't mean it ain't happening.

I'd now like to take this opportunity to introduce,

side of the room here, Detective Superintendent Jane Tennison.

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

Superintendent Tennison joins us from the Met.

I've been here for 10 days already.

And we still haven't had a drink.

That's a disgrace.

And you still haven't given me any work to do.

Well, that's not entirely the case.

Oh, please! Speeches in schools.

I'm bad at them, and I hate doing them.

And that is a poor use of me as a resource, and you know it.

I was endeavoring to break you in gently,

our quaint, provincial ways and so forth.

I don't need breaking in gently.

I just need something to do, something authentic.

This is the north.

In my day, lasses stopped at home,

mangled the kids, and fed the washing.

Listen. I...

I, uh -- I don't know what you've heard about me,

-but, um -- - What have I heard?

"That bloody Jane Tennison,

she'll be storming into your nick,

the balls of your best officers trailing from her jaws,

spraying people with claret,

calling people Masons, threatening resignation."

Uh, well, I-I just wanted to tell you

I-I'm not a complete maniac.

Aren't you? How disappointing.

No. I'm a good cop.

Yeah, I've heard that, too. That's one of the --

-[ Cellphone ringing] - Oh, bollocks.

Ballinger

Fatal shooting, killer still on the premises.

That do you?

[ Police radio chatter]

[ Indistinct conversations]

What happened?

Uh, there's a dead man on the walkway

of the second floor of that flat there.

Are you Rankine?

Yes, ma'am. Gerry, ma'am.

MAN: Up there.

TENNISON: Who called that lot in?

I did. D.l. Devanney.

The gun was fired from inside the flat.

There's someone still in there, so I cleared the whole floor.

God Almighty, Rankine, get these people out of here.

They get caught in the cross fire, you're responsible.

I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry. You'll have to move over there.

Right now, please. You too, please, sir.

- Just over there by the... - THE STREET: Hey!

Thanks very much.

All right, boys and girls!

[ Crowd cheering ]

- Nice to see ya! - Who the hell is that?

That's The Street.

Used to be called Clive Norton,

but that doesn't have the same ring.

Afternoon, dibbles!

Are you gonna shoot me, or what?

Simple enough question.

You!

Hey!

Get away from there!

No. No, that wasn't the question.

The question was, "Are you gonna shoot me?"

Answer.

Doesn't look like it.

I don't know, you dibs, eh?

Been gagging to have a pop at me, you have.

I said get away from that door!

I had a phone call, yeah?

I've got a poorly boy in this flat.

And the boys know The Street takes good care.

[ Police radio chatter]

Hey!

Beat boy, it's me.

[ Crowd cheering ]

[ Cheering continues]

THE STREET: Bit of a mess, this.

Eh?

[ Police radio chatter]

Get that ambulance up to the door quickly.

Okay, ma'am.

MAN: Okay, son, you'll be all right.

Yo, teacher, do I get frisked?

I love being frisked, me.

Do it.

MAN: Kneel down! Face me!

I want him along.

I'm going to the hospital, see what I can pick up there.

I'll be back later.

When I get back, I want both the W's.

MAN: 2, 3.

Excuse me, sir, what is your problem?

Would you mind moving over there?

D.C. Adeliyeka, ma'am.

Call me Henry.

Okay, Detective.

Would you get in, come to the hospital with us?

Why?

Eh?

Why and who?

Weapon and witnesses.

Ah.

[Siren wailing]

MAN: Oi! SOCO, back off!

I don't want nobody fingering that body

till we're done with him, right?

Nazir Ahmed, the people's friend.

He's wearing a pouch for his little parcels,

but there's no little parcels left.

The blood's still running.

He's not been dead half an hour.

- Get anything? - Ballistics could be tasty.

There's a bunch of bullets and stuff.

No weapon,

unless they've invented one you can flush down the bog.

Third person now absent, with or without gun.

Was it forced entry?

Mnh-mnh.

Witnesses?

This neighborhood, Gerry. Have a guess.

So no W's.

THE STREET: It's gonna be all right.

You'll be back in business no time at all, mate.

I want a uniform 5 inches from this boy

the entire time he's in hospital, okay?

Can you hear me? What's his name?

Michael Johns.

Is he taking any drugs of any kind?

The best money can buy. Why? Do you want some?

Will you shut up?! I will get to you in a minute.

You don't have to go calling me, woman.

I got the poor freaking kid out of there

while you were dicking around with your boyfriends.

He's a key witness in this case. I have to have a statement.

This boy has been shot at point-blank range.

Now, can you all please back off and let me do my job?

Thank you.

Looked a bit young to be a doctor, didn't he?

Right. Now you can talk to me.

Of course, doll. That's why I'm here.

I love being interviewed, me.

Oh, yes, I bet you do.

Later, yeah.

We'll work together on this one, Jane.

Keep each other posted, yeah?

He knows my name.

Point of honor, ma'am.

Everybody's name, everybody's business.

If it's police, he knows about it.

That guy on the walkway -- He was a soldier.

Muled for The Street since he was 15.

Are you saying The Street shot him?

Much too grand to go shooting guns ourself.

Big 'round here, our Clive.

- Done time? - Bits and pieces.

- Not the time he deserves. - How come?

He's clever. He's careful.

You stay here and sort security, all right?

And, Henry, don't call me "ma'am."

Call me "boss." Call me "gov."

Just call me anything but "ma'am."

You'd better stash that broom, mate.

The new super might fancy a ride.

Right. What have we got?

The usual. Stacks of forensic.

And they're already moaning they can't do anything with it,

and it'll take a week.

There's loads of bullets, but they're damaged.

What kind of bullets are they?

Heckler & Koch 9-millimeter, or something comparable.

Yeah, and?

Well, the killer was stood here. He didn't move.

He discharged a whole magazine in one burst.

Pulled the trigger, kept on firing till the gun ran out.

So you're saying he was waiting here?

I think so. The door opens.

In comes Nazir Ahmed,

together with the owner of the flat, Michael Johns.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

How did he get in?

He had a key?

Or it was someone that Michael knew.

Or somebody used to looked doors.

Ah. Hit man.

DEVANNEY: I don't think so.

No?

He or she was not used to automatic weapons.

The gun is set to continuous fire,

but it's so light they can't control it.

Amateur hit man?

So, have we got the murder weapon?

No, ma'am.

I've got uniforms looking all over the estate,

stop and search on all arterial roads.

So, what sort of form has Michael got?

Is he involved in this sort of thing, like guns, drugs?

No. His name never comes up.

He)'-

Are you one of ours?

I'm with the Herald.

Christ. Give me that.

Okay, good work.

Uh, get it typed up and get it to my appointed team

as soon as possible.

Well, "good work."

Now I can die happy.

Piss off.

Feeling better?

Hm. Getting there.

Bad for your statistics, though, isn't it, people getting shot?

Just nail the killer quickly, all right?

Yeah, well, let's talk about the list of available people,

because I want to choose my team for the investigation.

What do you want a list for? You don't know anybody here.

Yes, that's true, but I'd still like to be able to choose.

Well, uh, what exactly was wrong

with the, uh, three you had earlier?

Well, for a start-off, I didn't choose them.

Jane, you will eat what is on your plate.

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Indistinct conversations]

Uh, good evening.

I am Superintendent Tennison,

for those of you who haven't seen me around,

and I am in charge of this investigation.

Now, obviously, I don't know this area,

I don't know these people, so I will be depending on you.

But don't worry. I-I'm a quick learner.

Okay, now, if you have anything to say,

just shout out your name first.

D.C. Adeliyeka. Do you want me to leave?

[ Laughter]

Sorry about that, Henry.

Right. Here are our players -- Nazir Ahmed, our murder victim.

He was 19 years old.

Cocaine, crack, heroin possession and dealing,

a little bit of pimping on the side, court order for rehab.

He's altogether a bit of a rogue.

Time of death -- sometime after midday.

Now, this is Michael Johns.

Uh, he's in hospital.

He's wounded, but we can't get to him till tomorrow morning.

He's also young, but up to now, he's clean.

However, he knows this character --

Clive Norton, a.k.a. --

The Street.

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah. Bit of a local celebrity, is he?

Funny, I always thought it was a soap opera.

[Chuckles] Uh, yeah. D.S. Pardy.

Is, uh, Norton a suspect?

He's a common denominator.

Nazir Ahmed worked for him.

Michael Johns knows him and is known by him.

In fact, he called Michael Johns his "boy,"

and I want to know what that means.

The rest of these characters, I don't know.

Can anyone help me?

Uh, yeah.

Uh...

They're all part of the same crew, really.

Uh...

Tony Rice.

If we're prodding The Street, we get to feel Tone.

He's The Street's personal mule, driver, gofer.

Uh, I've had some dealings with him.

He's doolally, frankly.

Be careful.

Charlie Toots, Radio Chalker.

Radio? That's a funny moniker, isn't it?

Radio rental, mental.

They're the hard boys.

They're a double act.

If The Street marks your card, these boys give you the stripes.

They've all got form.

TDA, GBH, the usual.

Mix and match.

Okay. Next the murder weapon.

Um, who's D.C. Growse?

Well, it says here that you're the gun expert.

Right.

Well, we're looking for a machine pistol,

probably a Heckler, possibly an Uzi.

Ballistics can link shells to a specific weapon,

so we want that stuff like now.

Heard that?

Okay, question. Was this a gang-related execution?

If so, one of two things.

"A," the firearm

has been returned to the gang's stockpile.

It's gonna be kept in circulation.

Or "B," it's already been smuggled out of town,

and by now, it's in wherever -- Penzance, Glasgow, uh --

Yeah, okay, got the picture.

Growsey, case like this, you never get the weapon.

Well, we'll see about that.

Yeah, go on.

Okay, it's not a gangland killing.

It's an ordinary decent murder.

How did the killer get the gun?

Answer -- Probably he rented it, like a video.

There's a bloke in the pub, whatever.

Okay, okay, uh, here's what we do.

We go through every file of every individual

who's ever been involved in a gang

or a drug-related shooting incident, okay?

We also check with the gunsmiths, the gun clubs,

the arms dealers, see if anyone's had a machine pistol

go missing, not reported it.

- Me. - Thanks.

Pump your snouts.

Find out what the word is on the street, no pun intended.

Also, forensics.

When are we getting whatever we're getting?

We must have the result of that paraffin test

the minute it comes in, okay?

- We've got them. - Sorry?

Michael Johns did not shoot a gun of any kind.

Uh, well, why didn't you tell me this before?

I didn't get the chance, ma'am.

Witnesses. An entire block who say they saw nothing

is an entire block of liars.

So why are they lying?

Who's leaning on them? What are they afraid of?

[ Scoffs ] We've knocked every door on that floor.

On that floor?

You've got to knock on every door of every floor.

Devanney, Rankine, can you handle that, please?

Right, that's it.

We meet tomorrow evening 6:00 sharp to exchange information,

and that means everybody.

Thanks very much.

Um, Henry, tomorrow, you're with me.

We're in the hospital.

Good night.

So, do we know what The Street was doing

around about the middle of the day, yeah?

Yep. Dogs.

"Dogs"? What does "dogs" mean, Henry?

The Street's got these bloody great rottweilers, yeah?

Yes, right. And so?

So he loves them.

They're smart, really clever.

Oh, so The Street loves his clever dogs.

So, what?

He was in the park with them.

Oh, he was in the park with them.

So, we got any witnesses to this charming scene?

Mm, yeah. Tony Rice, Radio Chalker, Charlie Toots,

all sitting on a park bench,

watching The Street chuck a stick.

Very cozy.

It's amazing what them dogs can do with a stick.

Um, Henry, you stay here, all right?

So, how are they treating you, Michael?

All that blood, just one little hole in your shoulder.

You were lucky.

Is he always that talkative?

[ Chuckles ]

What's your name?

Janice Lafferty.

Are you his girlfriend?

Yeah, sort of.

Yeah.

Oh, it must be rotten for you.

But don't worry. He's gonna be okay.

Um, listen, Janice, would you mind

if I just have a couple of words with him in private?

Is that okay?

Great. Thanks.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Who shot you, Michael?

Who murdered Nazir?

Now, are you not talking because you didn't see who it was?

Or you saw who it was, but you didn't recognize them?

Or that you know exactly who it was,

but you don't want to tell me?

You see, we know that, um, Nazir worked for The Street,

and The Street's a friend of yours, isn't he?

Do you work for The Street, Michael?

Who has keys to your flat?

[Sighs]

Listen, if you don't want to talk to me, that's one thing.

But if you've been told not to talk to me,

that's something quite different.

I think you're not talking because you're frightened.

Yo, you think what you want, Babylon.

Whatever bake your cake, darling, huh?

Whatever lift your dress.

[ Knocking ]

I'm Inspector Devanney.

This is my I.D.

Oi!

Give it back, you little bugger!

Give it me now!

Rankine, get here and try this freaking door.

I'm gonna strangle this child.

[Pounding]

Rankine, get off the phone and do as you're told.

Yeah.

Tony Rice wants to talk. He's shitting himself.

[ Dog barking 1

[ Car alarm beeps]

[ Dogs barking ]

All right! We heard ya!

Henry, good to see you again so soon.

Clive, I've got a couple of questions for you.

Oh.

You here?

Let me consult me diary.

Good news.

The Street is in.

Do you want to know what I've found out about Nazir Ahmed?

Well, let me tell ya.

My inquiries have revealed that Nazir was tip-top,

salt of the earth, loved by all.

It's a terrible business altogether, really.

We ought to call in the police.

Nazir was a mule.

He was ferrying drugs around town.

Was he?

Oh, Well.

He's in Paki heaven now, innit he, getting tugged off

by 12-year-old virgins and all that.

So is that why was he killed? Did someone else want his turf?

Maybe his own boss had him assassinated.

Interesting, yeah.

Maybe the bullets came out the back of Kennedy's head,

ricocheted across the Atlantic.

And you, in the meantime --

You were doing your Barbara Woodhouse

in the park with your dogs.

There I was, happy as Larry.

Sun shining.

My boy Tony gets a call on his mobile.

Michael John's been shot.

And this Nazir -- What's his name, Henry?

- Nazir Ahmed. - That's it.

He's got himself killed.

Could I be of assistance?

Who made the call?

A local resident.

Everyone knows they can get hold of me in a crisis.

- They can rely on me. - Oh, yeah?

Fix them up with what they need, huh?

Fix drugs, fix people up.

Nice one.

Yeah, I help them.

I'm a community service, me.

At the scene of the shooting, you called Michael your "boy."

What did you mean by that?

Everybody's my boy.

Do you live here?

Yeah.

[ Scoffs ] Alone, I presume.

Yeah, like you.

What is this, Henry?

Have you actually got anywhere with this case, or what?

Well, we have reason to believe that Nazir was working for you,

that he was your bagman.

Now, I didn't actually hear you read me rights.

Did I miss that?

Am I under arrest?

Oh...no.

If you want me to leave, just say so.

I won't actually go,

but I know saying so will make you feel like a big boy.

Just because you don't come, Jane, don't take it out on me.

Oh, Clive.

You're the connection.

You're the thing that holds all of this together.

You can tell Toots and Radio and the rest of those lowlifes

that when I nail you for complicity in this murder,

they do time, as well.

You're that far away from life imprisonment.

I am scared.

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Dog barks in distance]

Watch your back, Gerry.

Stop fussing.

That's an order.

Shouldn't you tell her about this?

You stop fussing.

When did this happen?

The door, Deborah. Who kicked it in?

Don't know.

Are you straight enough to talk?

Do you remember who I am?

D.l. Devanney.

I busted you a while back, yeah?

Your boyfriend owns this flat, don't he?

He doesn't own this flat?

He's dead.

Do you know how he died?

Bloody shot him.

Who did?

Who shot him?

Was Nazir moonlighting, or what?

Did The Street find out and do this here?

The door, Deborah.

Come on.

The passive I'm getting just sat here,

I could put you away, big-time.

Naz did that.

Nailed up the door and that.

He barricaded himself in?

Why? What was he scared of?

He was cutting up the gear with laxative and shit...

...taking it himself.

Bloody mad.

I mean, it were doing his bloody head in.

He was that scared of everything.

Then he wanted to get out again, sort some more skag.

Pulled the door off himself, didn't he?

Nazir was powdering down the gear?

Taking it himself. I mean, Christ.

Who shot him, Deborah?

Come on.

What are you not telling me?

[Sighs]

I think I'm gonna chuck.

[ Sighs] Sorry I'm late.

Okay.

What have we got?

Forensics, surprise me.

What's the story on ballistics?

Uh, tomorrow afternoon at the earliest, boss.

That's not early enough. Lean on them.

So, uh, how about the files?

Hello, hello!

Anybody at home?

The files on the people involved in the shooting incidents.

SKINNER: Here, boss.

Uh, basically we're eliminating in blocks.

60% banged up, therefore out of the running.

- Mm-hmm. -20% out of the country.

-5% kicked the bucket. - Okay, how far have you got?

Well, we're still checking the prisons.

- What's your name? - Rachel Skinner, boss.

Well, Rachel, that just isn't fast enough, okay?

Well, I'm not the only bugger doing this.

Yeah, I know, but I'm putting you in charge,

therefore responsible.

So I want a working short list by tomorrow morning, okay?

Get to it.

Right. We have information that Nazir Ahmed

has an apartment somewhere in town.

Don't know where. It could be anywhere.

-56 Brayburne Terrace. - What?

He bought the flat at the end of last year,

installed his girlfriend, Deborah,

to field personal callers shopping for junk.

H-How do you know this?

Deborah's a junkie.

I've pulled her in a couple of times.

Uh, have you known it for a while?

Yeah.

And, uh, do you think you could talk to her?

I have done.

Well, and?

Nazir was making The Street's good smack go a long way,

cutting it with all kinds of garbage, selling short measure,

raking in the extra cash to feed his own habit

and getting paranoid and generally praying The Street

wouldn't find out his rep as king dealer

was going down the pan.

The boy was not smart.

Oh, Jesus.

[Sighs]

Don't you think it would have been nice

if I'd known this before I went to talk to The Street?

If I'd known you were gonna see him,

I would obviously have told you.

I mean, are you lot incapable

of the basic procedures of investigation?

You have to keep me informed.

I've got a mobile. Use it.

- Where the hell's Rankine? - He's with his snout.

Fine. Thank you, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Tony, I appreciate you're a wee bit strung out.

Shut it, dibble.

Listen.

The Street don't know shit about this Paki, right?

Well, that's not strictly true, Tony.

About him getting whacked and that?

Big surprise. No idea.

The Street, man -- Christ, he was distressed.

Tony. .-

...there's no future in this relationship

if all you're gonna do is pass on messages from your employer.

Shut it!

The Street did not kill Nazir.

The Street did not order Nazir to be killed.

The Street is extremely pissed off

because all this ructions is bad for business.

Understand?

Yeah.

Now's the time people gonna start getting wasted.

Know what I mean?

TENNISON: Cheetham, Cheetham Hill, Ancoats.

Where's Ancoats?

Medway, An-- Ancoats, Holt Town...

[ Knocking ]

Come in.

Rankine, when I say 6:00, I mean 6:20.

I don't mean 8:00.

However, I will take your apology for granted,

as I can't be bothered to sit and listen to it.

So just tell me what you've got

and pray that it's worth me being mildly pissed off about.

My snout's Tony Rice...

...The Street's right arm.

Ah.

Okay. Go on.

The Street did not pop Nazir, official,

nor did he put out a contract.

It was business as usual, tickety-boo.

Then all of a sudden, he has the five-O

cluttering up his front room.

The Street knows Tony's a grass. He's selling you a line.

I don't think so.

Nazir was ripping him off.

He couldn't be seen to tolerate that.

The Street's a realist.

If his right-hand man isn't milking the firm,

the chances are somebody else is.

Somebody's got their fingers in the till, it's cool.

He can always slam the drawer.

It's what happens now.

That's what's got Tony scared.

I mean, if The Street had killed this guy,

it would be a relief to everybody.

Nazir was his property.

He could do what he liked with him.

Everybody understands that.

But an outsider wasting Nazir

to get at his share of the market...

Gang war.

Tony says so. I believe him.

Okay.

Good.

Oh, it's late.

Do you want a drink?

No, thanks.

I'm buying.

I'd rather get up the road, you know?

Yeah.

Okay, good work.

Thanks.

Night.

BALLINGER: Ah.

[ Sighs] You made me jump.

Hungry?

Yeah.

Stop me when I go wrong, okay?

The problem of drugs is not going to go away.

Statistically, the number...

- What's the matter? - Nothing, nothing.

Carry on, carry on. "Statistically. . ."

Statistically, the number of crimes

instigated in some way by the drug culture is huge.

I mean, there are incredible amounts of money to be made.

No, no, Jane, come on.

I'm just, uh, thinking what a wonderful careers officer

you would have made.

You nick a dealer, what do you get?

Another bloody dealer.

You arrest him, there's another and another, ad bloody nauseam.

You make a bust. What happens?

Up goes the price of smack.

Whoosh, there goes your car.

Junkie's turned car thief to keep himself turned on.

What's the answer?

I'll tell you the answer. It's containment.

Contain-- Now, that is the euphemism of the century.

Ghettoization is more like it.

Can't stop people wanting to get off their faces.

As long as people want to do it, they will find a way,

and there's nothing you or I or anyone can do about that.

Yeah, okay, okay.

So, okay, you have this bunch of people.

Their lives revolve around drugs one way and the other.

They're taking it. They're making it.

They're ripping each other off over it.

They're -- They're killing each other over it.

So what do you do?

What do you say?

You say, "Okay, that's fine. That's fine.

You lot, you kids, get on with it.

Kill each other. We'll contain it.

We'll put a wire around you.

Won't, uh, allow anyone in, anyone out."

Well, that is a ghetto.

The ghettos are already there, Jane.

All I'm saying is, let's make sure they don't spread.

Let's make sure they don't infect the rest of the place.

What about those poor sods who are born in the ghetto?

What about them?

You can't have one system of justice for the bad guys

and one for everyone else.

I mean...you can,

but it's not a system that I want anything to do with.

I want law and order for everyone...

...including Campbell.

Who's Campbell?

Oh, no one. He's just a kid.

I-I just think it is my job to catch the bad guys full stop.

And I believe if the bad guys are being bad to each other

and leaving the good guys in peace,

there is something to be said for that.

Though I don't seem to be able to say it

with any authority tonight.

Yeah, well, this stuff's hard to think about, isn't it,

let alone talk about...

...especially for someone in your position.

Yeah, well, uh, friends who are friends

don't quite get what I'm on about.

Friends who are coppers... [ Chuckles ]

Well, let's say in this job,

you have to watch your back a bit, don't you?

Taking a bit of a chance with me, then, aren't you, sir?

[ Chuckles ]

Uh...

I think I'll go for a pee.

"For God's sakes, are you physically incapable?

I want a dry martini.

I want it straight up, and I want it now.

I don't want an olive.

Any sign of an olive, you're back in uniform.

You lot can laugh.

In the Met, we wouldn't even be having this conversation.

Me -- I've screwed my way to the top, and I may be 50,

but I could bloody well do it all..."

[ Footsteps approaching ]

You all right?

Fine.

What's the matter?

Hmm? Nothing.

Uh, just a bit tired.

I don't know. In at the deep end.

I know it was exactly what I wanted,

thank you very much, but...

The team behaving?

Yes, fine. Absolutely fine.

I know Rankine's an idle bastard,

but he's a good copper, given the chance.

Yep. [Clears throat]

Tell me something.

Uh, you feel you've been sacked, don't you, ending up here?

No, not at all.

Now, that doesn't suit you.

What?

Not telling the truth.

Well, you shouldn't feel that.

I don't suppose you'd believe me, but it is actually true.

Clare Devanney came straight into my office

to ask if she could work under you.

It isn't just your reputation for snottiness

that precedes you.

You're a role model, Jane -- an icon in the force.

Shit, I'm getting this wrong, aren't I?

What have I said?

Oh, nothing.

Shall we have a coffee?

Let's have it at my place.

Yes, sure. I'd like to meet your wife.

My wife's away at the moment.

Matter of fact, she's away most of the time.

[Telephone ringing ]

Yeah?

Oh, darling, morning.

No, no, no, no. I was fast asleep, yeah.

How is she? Yeah?

She any better?

Mm-hmm.

No, no, you stay.

Stay another night. Yeah, yeah.

I'm fine, yeah. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, yeah. I love you, too, yeah.

Okay, yeah. Well, phone me again tomorrow.

Bye. [ Smooches ]

Well, I'd better go.

Don't go yet.

No, it's all right.

I'm...pretty late anyway.

Hi. I'll bring Michael in for breakfast.

Ask your brother if he's hungry.

He can smell it. He'll come.

Just ask him, will you?

Good lass.

[ Knock on door]

Breakfast, Cam. Do you want out?

[Guitar plays]

Are you carrying?

I've just come out of hospital, Mrs. Lafferty.

Got meself shot.

I need it

[ indistinct conversation]

[ Knocking ]

[ Laughter]

Oh, um, I'm sorry to interrupt.

Jane, come in.

No, no, no, it's fine. It's not important.

Uh, sorry, gents. I know what this is.

She needs authorization. I'll be back in a tick.

Jane, can you just, uh, wait?

- Look, uh -- -it's all right, Martin.

We slept together.

It's what people do when they're grown-up.

It won't happen again,

and I certainly won't discuss it with anyone.

I just hope I can rely on you for the same discretion.

Oh, for God's sake.

Do you think I screwed my way to the top?

No. Do you think I did?

Oh, Clare, can I have everyone in the incident room

in about 10 minutes?

Okay. Yes, so, I will keep you informed about that.

Mm-hmm.

[Water running]

Campbell!

Where are you going?

I'll come back to you, sunshine.

Right.

Scene of the crime, the locafion.

Come on, speak to me. Rankine?

The Clem Attlee estate.

It's where the homeowners bring their doggies to defecate.

It's -- It's not a nice place to live.

The registered tenant of the flat

where the killing took place is Michael Johns.

He's only 18 years old.

What's he doing with his own apartment?

The Street takes care of his boys, you know?

Pardy? It's Pardy, isn't it?

- Yes. - Um, Steve.

- Yeah. - Got those dabs?

Yeah. Uh, Rice, Toots, Chalker --

They all claim to be friends of Michael's.

Their prints have a perfect right to be there.

Well, that's very boring, isn't it?

Well, bring them in anyway. Make life hard.

What about the blood?

Uh, well, buckets of Ahmed, little bit of Michael, period.

Oh, Pardy, you're such a laugh.

These are the lists, are they, Rachel?

Yeah. I'm just off to copy them now, boss.

46 names.

Good. Copies for everyone, please.

Okay.

And I want those checked personally.

Not by phone, personally. Henry, is that for me?

Uh, Michael Johns

has just discharged himself from hospital.

Oh.

Has he?

Well, he hasn't discharged himself from me.

I want him monitored 'round the clock.

And that's your job.

Right. Mr. Growse, what about the weapon?

Regional crime squads are fully briefed.

Has The Street got a cache of arms anywhere?

- Mm-hmm. - Several, according to my snout.

Call him.

I can't do that.

Ask him where they are.

Boss, can I just say something here?

I don't get what we're driving at with The Street.

I mean, the guy's a right dickhead,

but why would he kill a soldier of his own outfit

in a flat belonging to someone he knows?

Well, it's a good question, but, um...

...let's just stay right in his face, breathe all over him,

and he might let something slip.

Yeah, but the guy has got alibis,

whether those alibis are real or not.

There's motivation to punish Nazir,

but to murder him

in these circumstances, it just doesn't...

You're steering us as though

The Street is your prime suspect.

He's the key.

He's how this whole thing unlocks.

Sorry, ma'am, could you come to the front desk, please?

Yeah.

Jane, have you got a moment?

No, I'm sorry. I'm wanted front of house.

Uh, the superintendent will be along in a minute, yeah?

Sir.

Look, really, Martin, this is completely unimportant.

What kind of man do you think I am?

Well, uh, I think you're the kind of man

who basically adores his wife,

but doesn't mind a bit on the side occasionally.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I --

Jane, all I wanted to say was last night for me

was -- was electrifying.

You...have my attention.

Yeah, well, I want to see you again.

If you don't want to see me again, that's okay.

I can take that on the chin.

But I want to see you again, very much.

Jesus, Jane, I want you now.

So does the desk sergeant, and he asked me first.

Sergeant?

Uh, Campbell Lafferty, ma'am.

TENNISON: Oh, Campbell.

Well, it's very nice to see you, but I'm sorry.

I don't have time for a chat right now.

Maybe some other time, okay?

I killed him.

The Paki, Ahmed.

I shot him.

It was me.

You ape! Bloody bastard ape!

DEVANNEY: Mrs. Lafferty, you're not being arrested, okay?

You're not being busted.

[Spits]

Do you know where your lad is, eh?

Straighten up, Noreen. This is actually happening.

Do you know where Campbell is?

He's down the nick, confessing to a murder.

Now, please, get in the car.

Oh!

What's all that about?

All I did was show me warrant card, gov,

and, bang, she knees me in the bollocks.

Bloody junkie bitch.

Anyway, I kneed her back.

She's right, Pardy.

You're an ape.

[ Engine turns over]

Let me tell you something.

I am broken.

This does not connect with this.

And there's "F"-all I can do about it, right?

I put that much shit in me brain,

I can hardly speak me name.

But there's one thing, darling --

one thing about me that ain't dirty,

one thing that ain't spoiled, and that's me kids.

Are you saying that Campbell couldn't have been involved?

You look at me!

I'm shite.

I see the way you look at me.

I'm saying to you the one bloody thing

that's right in me life is those kids.

Noreen, no one is saying you don't love your kids, all right?

No one is trying to take them away from you.

We just have to find out whether Campbell

really was involved in this shooting.

Look, I want you to have a look at this photograph.

All right?

Tell me if you recognize this man.

Michael told me to keep him away from that lot.

Michael Johns?

And so I told Camy.

I says to him, "I don't want you hanging around these lads."

Michael is Janice's boyfriend, isn't he?

Does he spend a lot of time at the house?

He makes things up.

Who does?

Cam)!

He saw this thing on the telly once.

Yeah.

It was about snakes.

For days afterwards, he wouldn't use his hands.

He ate off the plate.

He wouldn't wash.

I said, "Camy, what are you doing?"

And he says, "I'm a snake."

He's always making things up.

[ Tape recorder buzzing ]

TENNISON: Uh, the time is, uh, 14:40.

Present in Interview Room, um, 3

are Detective Superintendent Tennison, D.l. Devanney,

Campbell Lafferty, Mrs. Noreen Lafferty,

and duty solicitor Gary Pocklington.

What is your full name and date of birth?

Campbell Lafferty, 28-8-80.

Now, I must tell you that you don't have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention when questioned

something which you may later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Do you understand that?

Yeah.

Okay, Campbell.

Um...

What I've got here is the statement you made this morning

in the presence of a social worker.

I'd like to talk to you about it, all right?

You said you shot Nazir Ahmed

because Michael Johns told you to.

Yeah.

Michael gave you the gun, um, in your bedroom.

Yeah.

And then you hid in Michael's flat,

although you can't remember how you got in there,

and, uh, you buried the gun,

although you can't remember where.

Are you happy with that?

Yeah.

Well, Campbell, what I don't understand

is why are you telling us that you committed this crime

when it is extremely obvious that you did no such thing?

I did. I killed him.

Michael told me to.

Well, do you always do what Michael tells you to do?

Nah. He's a prick.

Oh, I see. Well, why don't you help me out here?

You see, because you said here in your statement

that you thought Nazir was okay, that he was a "cool guy."

So why kill him?

Did Michael offer to pay you?

Michael never pays for anything.

Oh, I see.

He never pays for anything, you think he's a prick,

but if he tells you to pick up a gun

and shoot someone you really quite like, you do it.

You do it just like that.

How did you get into Michael's flat?

I robbed his key.

From where?

Out of his jacket.

It was hanging in the back at our house.

Well, why did you need to do that?

Why didn't he just give you his key?

Where is it now, this key?

For the tape, Campbell is shrugging his shoulders.

Okay, well, let's talk about the gun.

What sort of a gun was it?

A machine gun.

And, uh, who gave it to you?

Michael.

Oh, yes, yes, that's right, in his bedroom.

Yeah.

No. That's wrong, Campbell.

You said he gave it to you in your bedroom.

No, no. I mean, yeah, in my bedroom.

Superintendent --

Yeah, anyway, somewhere or other,

Michael gives you this gun.

You let yourself into Michael's flat.

Why did you do that?

I mean, why kill him there?

That -- That didn't look very good for Michael, did it?

Whose idea was that?

Wasn't Michael a bit like a big brother to you?

I mean, didn't he tell you not to get mixed up in gangs?

I can't remember that observation

in Campbell's statement.

So why shoot him?

I mean, why shoot either of them?

[Sighs]

Think about this, Campbell.

I want you to picture yourself in that flat,

a loaded machine gun in your hands.

You're waiting for the door to open.

Okay, now what happens?

What happens next?

What happens when the door opens?

Can I stay here tonight, in a cell?

[Sighs]

Yes, we will be holding you for 24 hours

to make further inquiries.

Oh, Campbell.

You said you wanted law and order.

- Do you remember that? - Yeah.

Yeah. I do, too.

You'll never get it unless you tell the truth.

That's all.

It's as simple as that.

Well?

- You're asking me what I think? - Mm-hmm.

If I think something's really obvious,

I always want a second opinion.

Well, he's disturbed, isn't he? Poor kid.

But is he disturbed enough to kill?

No. I don't think so.

No. Neither do I.

Poor kid, he's so confused.

Congratulations. I hear that you've nabbed the killer.

Yes. Except, um, we don't think he did it.

Oh? Why's that?

Well, we'd have absolutely no evidence against him.

[ Hip-hop music plays]

[ Knocking ]

[Music stops]

We've got somebody says he shot you.

Yeah?

Sweet. Who?

Well, let's come to that in a minute.

First, Michael, I want you to take me through

exactly what happened here.

[Sighs]

I was stood out there.

No, no, no. From the top.

[Humming]

Michael, let me give you a little tip.

The sooner you answer my questions,

the sooner you get rid of me.

This, uh, Nazir, right?

He was following me around the estate.

Said he had a business proposition.

I said, "Okay, come 'round the gaff."

Open the door, I get shot in the chest,

and the back of his head is left all over me doorstep.

What sort of business proposition was that?

He didn't exactly have a lot to say with no mouth, yeah?

But you never met this Nazir before?

[Sighs]

I'd seen him in his car cruising around, okay?

He just wanted to talk, star. I mean...

He just wanted to talk.

So how did the killer know that you were bringing this Nazir,

this person you'd never met before, back to this flat,

at a certain time, on a certain day?

Oh, psychic, was he?

Who is it?

- Hmm? - Who've you got?

Oh, it's your girlfriend's little brother, Campbell.

What?

[Both laughing]

It's pretty funny, isn't it?

You know what's even funnier?

He says it was all your idea.

He says you gave him the gun, you told him to kill Nazir,

and you got hit by mistake.

So what do you think about that?

Are you taking the piss?

No.

But somebody is.

Got a fag, Henry?

I didn't know you did.

No, thanks.

Well, Henry, what do you reckon?

I reckon that the day Nazir was shot,

that flat was not boarded up.

[ Lock disengages]

Fancy barring the place up and forgetting to lock the door.

Don't go turning into a real policeman, Henry.

I like things the way they are.

Well, it's a woman getting on a bit, probably living on her own.

Black. This is Nigerian food.

What's this, Henry?

This Nigerian anything?

Her name's Robina Lowry, and she's a church warden.

Oh.

This is sometimes used in my country.

We call it shorthand.

[ Door opens]

Howdy.

Painting, yeah?

Yeah.

I love painting, me.

Do you want a go?

Oh.

Yeah.

Been waiting for you to come and see me, Michael.

Been avoiding me.

No, man. I've had Babylon all over me.

You know that.

Like flies on turd, eh?

You're not a turd, are you, Michael?

You're a good boy.

That's why you're gonna tell me who snuffed Nazir.

I don't know, man.

I swear I don't know.

No, no. No, "I don't know" is what you tell Tennison.

He had a balaclava on and all that, man.

He was waiting here for Naz, and I got in the way.

It was like -- bam! -- so fast.

I mean, one minute, I'm coming in the door with Naz.

The next moment, I'm in an ambulance

with a bullet in me shoulder.

Do you know what I mean?

Why are you lying to me, Michael?

I'm not lying, man.

I swear I'm not lying.

Then why are you sweating so much?

It's not that it's hot, is it?

I mean, I'm not hot.

Tony, you hot?

Tony's not hot.

But look at you.

You're sweating like a pig.

Why are you sweating so much?

I'm scared of you, man.

You've got no reason to be frightened of me, Michael.

You've got nothing to hide.

Whiter than white, you are.

[Sighs]

I was told you wanted to speak to me about Robina Lowry.

What I'm prepared to say may not satisfy you, I'm afraid.

WW do you say that?

What you really want to know is, HA,"

did she see that boy get shot?

"B," if so, where is she now?

HA"?

Yes, she did.

To deny that I know that would be a lie.

NB-II

This is where we run aground, I'm afraid.

What she saw has made her very, very frightened.

Of course it has.

But I have solemnly sworn not to reveal her whereabouts.

You may be putting yourself in a difficult position, legally.

An oath before God is stronger than the law.

Did you advise her to do this,

to go into hiding till it all blows over?

'Cause it's simply not going to until we find her.

Stop.

[ Hip-hop music plays]

Outboard, my man.

Street, man. Respect, yeah?

There's no respect in anything

you've got to say to me, Outboard.

Get in the car.

Street, man, this is our yard.

- Now, you can't come 'round -- - You stood on the corner,

handing out smack like a 12-year-old ass wipe!

Don't speak to me as your equal. Just get in the car.

You get in the car, jerk wad!

Now, I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that.

- Yeah, me too. - Good.

Not on the seats! The seats are for people.

Get in the back.

Okay! Now...

We're gonna play a little game.

Here are the rules.

You tell me who whacked my boy Nazir.

You're joking, man.

You can die with a smile on your face if that's what you want.

OUTBOARD: Y-You did.

Weren't my firm, man.

Nazir was getting fresh.

You popped him.

Everybody knows that.

Outboard, that...is a very silly thing to say,

and very probably libelous.

Fancy a dip?

-[ Thud ] - Aah! Aah!

[ Screams ]

Jesus!

My bastard leg!

THE STREET: In at the deep end, Outboard?

Don't worry.

You won't be needing your water wings, man.

Ask the ladies to join us, would you?

OUTBOARD: [Sobbing 1

[ Dog growls ]

Was there anything you wanted to say to me, Outboard,

before me dogs rip out your tongue?!

Street, man! Please!

Clive!

If I knew about Naz...

Please.

He doesn't know!

No. He doesn't, does he?

But, I mean, we're here.

We've gone to all this trouble.

[ Barking ]

Let's kill him anyway!

Oh, this is bad, man.

I mean, this is really bad.

We top this guy, this is someone else's soldier.

You know what I'm saying?

There's gonna be recriminations.

That's a bit of a big word, Tony.

You got any more like that?

I'm just saying, right, this is out of order.

- OUTBOARD: [Screams] - This is dangerous.

Your anxiety is noted.

Girls...

- OUTBOARD: Please! -...get him!

[ Screams ]

Street, man, please!

Lighten up, Tony.

It isn't you down there.

OUTBOARD: [ Screams ]

Leeds. That's all he'll say?

I have reasoned. I have promised.

I have threatened.

She's gone to Leeds. That's all we've got.

We've got to find her, Clare.

Robina Lowry is our number-one priority.

Okay.

- And do that bloody priest. - For what?

For obstructing the course of justice.

I mean, how dare he pontificate about confidentiality.

Mr. Growse, what about the gun?

Nothing.

Would you define the word "nothing"?

I mean, come on, you lot.

Let's just be a bit precise about this, okay?!

Regional squads are still on alert for machine pistols,

yet they have nothing to report.

We keep hassling them, yeah?

Yeah.

Files on the shootings have thrown up 16 possibles.

They've all been visited. They're all clean.

Snouts 'round town all say the same thing.

Nobody knows who did this killing.

The name Lafferty never comes up.

Forensics -- Postmortem reveals that Nazir Ahmed

died of bullet wounds.

GROWSE: We've had ballistics back about the bullets.

Nothing.

I mean, they're all damaged, so they can't be matched.

TENNISONI Well, it's official.

Things are not going well.

RANKlNE: Boss?

Can I have a word?

[ Drawer slams]

It's Tony Rice.

He wants to meet the management face-to-face.

That's you.

He knows I might be somewhere.

But if he gets a whiff of anybody else at all,

he'll panic.

So, it's a 4:00 a.m. meet.

I think we should rendezvous at 3:00, which gives us...

[Groans] six hours' sleep.

I want you to take them, Gerry.

I want you on the ball.

Boss, the first thing Tony's gonna do is pull a gun.

And then depending on how Charlied up he is,

he may or may not talk.

I want permission to put armed response on standby.

They can sit two minutes away.

He'll never know.

Mm. Two minutes?

Well, let's hope Tony's gun shoots slow bullets.

3:00.

Yeah.

[Sighs]

[Telephone rings]

It'll be for me.

Hello?

Somebody Tennison.

"Sorry it's so late."

Um, is -- is it terribly urgent?

I mean, he is actually sleeping.

Oh -- Okay, then.

Bye.

[Sighs]

Right. All set.

Listen, boss.

Can I have a word with you without you biting my head off?

Mm-hmm.

He may have something,

but if he's looking to trade, you've got nothing.

The thought had occurred to me.

Well, if he finds that out in a hurry, you might have a problem.

He's losing it.

Every time I meet with Tony, I wonder,

"Is this the one where he kills me?"

[Sighs]

[ Rustling ]

RANKINE: Copy that, you lot?

MAN: Sounds like high-ranking buttocks

sliding around on a gravestone.

[ Laughter]

RAN Kl NE: Behave.

Shit. He's coming down the path.

He's over the wall.

You tell me you're not wearing a wire, bitch, or I'll slit you.

All right.

All right. I'll take it off.

Stupid cow.

MAN: Are we go, or what?

Wait. Shut it.

What you gonna do, woman?

What you gonna do?

She's given him a false wire.

- What am I gonna do about what? - This situation.

- What situation is that, Tony? - Don't you turn 'round, bitch.

It's all right. It's all right.

I'm not -- I'm not turning around.

It is out of control.

It is bloody mental.

The Street, man, I tell you --

What are you saying? The Street is out of control?

Let him talk.

TONY: He wants to know who topped Nazir.

Nobody'll tell him.

He thinks I did it.

I know he does.

Did you?

No!

It's all right. I'm not looking.

Tony, I'm not looking. I can't see you.

It's all right.

You don't know.

You don't know what he can do to me.

Well, why don't you tell me?

There's gonna be a war, man. I need out of this.

[Dialing]

But The Street didn't kill Nazir.

That's what I'm hearing.

Is that right?

He didn't kill Nazir, but he has killed, hasn't he?

[ Breathing heavily]

You don't know what he could do.

Just tell me, Tony, and then I can nail him.

[Cellphone rings]

Don't answer that.

Listen, do you hear me? Don't answer it.

We'll -- We'll give you an alibi.

It'll be all right.

Shit.

Hello.

THE STREET: I can see you, Tony.

I'm very disappointed in you, man.

I think you've just dug your own grave.

Aah!

Go, go.

[Vehicles approaching ]

Oh. It's all right.

- You okay? - Yeah.

- Jesus. - Cut my arm.

It's just your arm, is it?

Shit, yeah. It's all right.

[ Dog barking 1

- What's up? - Hello.

MAN: There you go.

Thanks.

I don't know what to say.

Nothing to say.

I'm supposed to be dead, but I'm not.

Lucky me. It's Tony I feel sorry for.

We'll get him.

Will we?

I think it's very likely that The Street will get him first.

Not necessarily.

You see, I think he's gonna give himself up...to The Street,

throw himself on Clive Norton's mercy.

Let's just hope he's allowed to live to regret it.

Listen, let me pull Norton in, have the bastard

fall up and down the station steps a few times.

Can we prove that it was him calling Tony?

You know it was.

Yeah, we all bloody know it was, but can we prove it?

Yeah. He can.

10 minutes, boss, a couple of sound lads.

I'll have him weeping for his mother.

Yes, that is an attractive idea, Gerry, but no, okay?

I was looking at his record the other day,

and I discovered something very funny.

Yeah?

Yeah. I mean, it was all what you'd expect --

general thievery, TDAs from about the age of 10.

Then right about 1992, something very peculiar happens

around about the time that he was metamorphosing

from Clive Norton -- the humble Clive Norton -- into The Street.

The GBH?

Yeah, did you know that case?

Yeah. It was just after I came here.

It was nasty.

I remember the case.

There was some chippy,

and the bloke who ran the place ran a bit of blow now and then,

ended up owing The Street a few drinks.

The Street comes in one day,

stuffs the bloke's hands in the deep fryer.

He keeps them there.

As far as that went, the CPS made a bollocks of it.

Don't know.

They called the witnesses on the wrong dates or something,

whatever.

The shit face didn't do time.

So...

...he commits a really serious assault.

He enters wholesale into the system a grade-one bad guy,

and he waltzes away from it.

And from that day to this, March 1992, The Street is clean.

He's hardly ever collared,

and when he is, he's never convicted.

The Street's a clever boy.

I expect he rumbled Tony months ago.

Followed him to the meet last night.

I mean, that's what it looks like.

Well, what would it look like if he was getting tipped off...

...by someone from our side?

Pretty much the same.

[Cellphone rings]

If that's Tony, just tell him everything's okay.

It doesn't matter about the cut. Just find out where he is, okay?

Hello.

Gerry, it's me.

Listen, Robina Lowry, the witness, yeah?

Henry's had another dekko 'round her flat.

Don't tell ma'am.

She's got a sister, right,

unmarried, same surname, living in Leeds.

Yeah, that's what I'm trying to --

Hello?

Yeah, yeah. The reception's crap.

That's what I'm doing.

By looking up Lowrys in the phone book

and knocking on doors.

That's right. I'm a detective.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Jane, why the bloody hell didn't you tell me what you were up to?

Yeah, I know. I tried.

I tried calling you at home.

I didn't know that's why you were calling.

[ Scoffs ] Of course not. You were asleep.

For God's sake, Jane, you've got to keep me informed.

Yes. Yes, sir.

I'm sorry.

Well, sorry. I've, um, got to finish up here.

[ Door opens, closes ]

He's been here 23 hours and 19 minutes.

Are we gonna release him, or what?

Now, look, I think it's clear

that Campbell requires the sort of help

that nobody in this room is qualified to give.

I really do think you should let him go.

Campbell, are you still saying that you killed Nazir Ahmed?

Mm...yeah.

You don't sound very sure about that.

Listen, Camy, we've been very busy,

both before and after you came in,

finding out stuff about this shooting.

And I have to tell you that we can find absolutely nothing

that corroborates your story.

You understand what I mean by "corroborates"?

Yeah.

Well, your mum's asleep next door,

so I think the best thing I can do is to go in and wake her up

and get a taxi to take you both home.

Now, you sleep on it.

And in the morning, if you still think that you killed Nazir,

you give me a call.

All right?

Okay.

Okay.

[ Doorbell rings]

- Yes? - Sorry to bother you, madam.

I'm Inspector Devanney.

It's all right, Robina.

Boss...

Do you want D.l. Devanney's bad news or my bad news?

Well, that's your call, Henry.

Well, they amount to the same thing, anyway.

Uh, some old bugger in Horsforth Croft

just dug up a short-stock Uzi with his carrots.

Where's Horsforth Croft?

On the way home from Michael's flat to the Laffertys'.

The prints all over it are Campbell's.

Oh.

Oh, Jesus.

Clare called in.

She's found Robina, and she's talking.

She said she saw a boy coming out of the flat carrying a gun.

The gun sounds like an Uzi.

Clare showed her a snap of Campbell,

and she says that's him.

That's the boy.

I'll get your car.

Okay.

It's all right, lamby.

It's all right, my little lamb.

You're coming home with me now.

[ Engine revs]

Everything's gonna be all right.

- What can you see? - Nowt!

NOREEN: No, no!

Aah! No, no!

No! No!

You bastards!

Jesus,no!

Campbell!

[ $Obs]

Noreen?

NOREEN: [ Sobbing 1

Noreen?

Um, call an ambulance. Make sure she's okay.

[Siren wailing]

Campbell Lafferty was abducted 15 minutes ago

from the top of the road here.

He was dragged out of a minicab by two men,

one black, one white, one of whom assaulted Noreen.

So Toots and Radio picked up.

I want The Street picked up immediately.

I want Michael Johns picked up.

I want all of these residents quesfioned,

because we've got to find that bloody minicab driver

who did a runner.

Oh, come on! Get moving, get moving.

Not you, not you.

I want every officer, every special,

every -- every bloody traffic warden

out there looking for Campbell.

[ Engine turns over]

All right, George. How you doing?

Listen, I need a couple of uniforms and an unmarked car.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, Clare, um, would you take a statement from Noreen?

I know you're good with her.

Okay.

ADELIYEKAI Boss...

...she's concussed, and she's busted her nose.

Ambulance will be here any minute.

What'll they do to that kid?

THE STREET: Topsy-turvy, all this.

See, I was thinking.

I didn't kill Nazir.

I would have remembered that.

My boys didn't kill Nazir.

My competitors in business didn't kill Nazir.

Conundrum.

Who did it?

Lo and behold, spotty little kid walks in the nick and says,

"Me. I did it."

And the five-O look at this kid,

and they say, "You're not right in the head, son.

Got a few pages stuck together. You're making it up."

Well, you are in a way, aren't you?

I mean, you sat in that flat, determined to whack somebody,

but it wasn't Nazir.

Somebody else.

Now, isn't that peculiar?

I say, "Somebody else," you go looking at my old pal Michael.

Topsy-turvy.

It weren't him, star.

Don't speak.

- The "G" was, uh, 6'2"", 6'4" -- - I said, "Do not speak"!

Reasons to shoot Michael -- One, he shags your sister.

- Now, that's not nice. - Don't.

Two, he feeds your mother drugs.

Three, chances are he's also shagging her.

Now, there's where you'd be wrong.

You see, his interest in your mum is in her habit,

not in her minge.

And the funny thing is...

...the thing that Michael doesn't want anybody to know...

...is that he loves your sister.

He really, really loves her.

Now, isn't that sweet?

And it explains everything.

You see...

...frankly, I was puzzled.

Michael babysat a piece of hardware for me at your house,

and you helped yourself to a nice, shiny gun.

Cheeky, but I understand the temptation.

You then have a pop at Michael

and wind up killing Nazir, my best boy.

Not the plan!

Michael knows bloody well it was you.

He was looking at your zitty little face

the moment you pulled the trigger.

But he won't say so.

He won't give you up.

Now, why's that?

Because he's scared of what I might do to punish you...

...that I might hit you so hard,

I'd disfigure your whole family...

...that I might disfigure Janice.

He were calling you things, calling you a slag and that.

Campbell, you are so sad.

I thought you'd be pleased.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I was delighted you blew me main man away.

Yeah, that was top!

You have made things...

...very difficult.

Service revolver.

One I use in church.

No, no.

No!

No, man. I can't do this.

Well, can I be candid with you, Michael?

I don't think you have much choice.

No, no.

Please, no!

No.

Michael, please, no!

No! No!

Michael, please, I'm scared!

No.

Michael, please, no.

No, no!

Michael, please, I'm scared!

No! Please don't, Michael!

Michael, I'm scared! No, please!

Don't, Michael! I'm scared!

Please, please!