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Mm. Oh.

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.

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!

He wants to get hammered.

Anyone else?

Respect.

Yeah, well, I can identify
with that myself.

Sweet commies for trade!

Commies?
What's that -- comics?

No.

- Computers.
- Computers.

Oh.

What about you?
What do you want?

Law and order.

Yeah, all right,
all right.

That's enough.

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

Sad wanker.

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?

You know me?

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

- So you sort of know me.
-

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.

Mind if I smoke?

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.

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.

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 --

-
- Oh, bollocks.

Ballinger

Fatal shooting,
killer still on the premises.

That do you?

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.

Up there.

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...
- Hey!

Thanks very much.

All right, boys and girls!

- 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.

Hey!

Beat boy, it's me.

Bit of a mess, this.

Eh?

Get that ambulance
up to the door quickly.

Okay, ma'am.

Okay, son, you'll be all right.

Yo, teacher, do I get frisked?

I love being frisked, me.

Do it.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Yeah. Bit of a local celebrity,
is he?

Funny, I always thought
it was a soap opera.

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?

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?

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.

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?

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.

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.

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

Yeah.

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

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.

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.

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?

I think I'm gonna chuck.

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.

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.

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?

Cheetham,
Cheetham Hill, Ancoats.

Where's Ancoats?

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

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.

Ah.

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...

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?

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..."

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.

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.

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.

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.

Breakfast, Cam.
Do you want out?

Are you carrying?

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

Got meself shot.

I need it

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.

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.

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!

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

You're not being busted.

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.

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.

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?

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?

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.

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.

I was stood out there.

No, no, no.
From the top.

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?

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

-
- Aah! Aah!

Jesus!

My bastard leg!

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?

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.

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.

- This is dangerous.

Your anxiety is noted.

Girls...

- Please!
-...get him!

Street, man, please!

Lighten up, Tony.

It isn't you down there.

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.

We've had ballistics
back about the bullets.

Nothing.

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

Well, it's official.

Things are not going well.

Boss?

Can I have a word?

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...

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.

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.

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?"

Copy that, you lot?

Sounds like
high-ranking buttocks

sliding around on a gravestone.

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.

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.

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.

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?

You don't know what he could do.

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

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.

I can see you, Tony.

I'm very disappointed in you,
man.

I think you've just dug
your own grave.

Aah!

Go, go.

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.

- What's up?
- Hello.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

Everything's gonna be all right.

- What can you see?
- Nowt!

No, no!

Aah!
No, no!

No! No!

You bastards!

Jesus,no!

Campbell!

Noreen?

Noreen?

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

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.

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.

Boss...

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

Ambulance will be here
any minute.

What'll they do to that kid?

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!