Original subtitles

-["16 Shots" plays] -♪ No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother ♪

♪ 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder ♪

♪ Dem nuh fi talk 'Bout the real don dada ♪

There's your margherita, mate.

Still waiting on that Caribbean. Get off the phone.

Hello? Hello?

♪ 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah ♪

All right.

[phone rings]

No.

-Where's it going? -Bramham Gardens. Let Abdullah take it.

Abdullah.

Abdullah.

Bramham Gardens.

-I thought I was taking it. -Not this time.

-It was Mikey's. -And now it's yours.

[man] Chicken special.

12-inch chicken special. Waiting on the Caribbean.

Get off the phone and get moving.

♪ You couldn't be madder than Bryant, Kobe ♪

♪ Diss my mother Then your lip won't speak ♪

♪So don't bother mess with my mommy ♪

♪With my mommy, with my mommy ♪

♪Jah really think you bad Say you badder than me ♪

♪ If things a-go start tonight You won't sleep ♪

♪ Pop on, cut off Make ya look like creep ♪

♪ Dem say dem a bad gyal But gyal dem nuh be ♪

♪ Eyes watchin' when I comin' Through the door ♪

♪ What I'mma do, they ain't prepared for ♪

♪ No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother ♪

♪ 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder ♪

♪ Dem nuh fi talk 'Bout the real don dada ♪

♪ Put body inna pot Dem a bun like grabba ♪

♪ No boy can diss me or my mother ♪

♪ Round here ain't safe Everybody need armor ♪

♪ 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah ♪

[intercom buzzes]

-[woman] Who is it? -Pizza.

[music ends]

[baby crying]

I paid on the phone. Wait a mo.

No special topping?

Oh, forget it.

Thanks very much.

[door buzzes]

[gunshots fire]

[church bells toll]

God, I'm a mess.

[phone chimes]

Yeah.

Okay.

Is this a case?

It's a murder.

You sure it's a good idea?

-I wanna do this one. -Good luck.

[siren wails]

Is that it?

Don't say it's still open.

Turn around.

What the hell is this? You're still serving?

-I've got your margherita. Sorry-- -What are you doing?

Close the place down.

-I got targets to meet. -So do we.

-Where's my pizza? -Wait a minute.

No, you're not-- No one's getting their pizza. We're shutting down.

Excuse me.

Close the place down.

What? Where's my pizza?

Did you see anything?

He gave us our pizza, then I closed the door,

then we heard gunfire on the street, maybe 30 seconds later.

How did you know it was gunfire?

I was brought up in Beirut.

Okay.

-You were alone? -Yeah.

With the children.

She fell asleep after. I think she had a reaction.

Reaction?

To what happened. I think it was fear.

When did you order?

9:30.

We have a pizza every Monday.

At the same time?

Yeah.

By phone? What did you order?

Quattro formaggio. It's her favorite, Elfie.

Isn't that a bit late? How old is she?

Seven. Elfie's on her own clock.

-You said "children"? -Yeah.

-How many? -Two.

-Tell me your second child's name. -Lucy.

She doesn't come into it. She's a baby.

You threw it in the corner, the pizza.

[chuckles]

You live by yourselves?

Apart from the au pair, who's not here.

You're not married?

I don't understand. I just ordered a pizza.

My marital status has nothing to do with it.

If you have to know, the baby's not my husband's.

You arresting me for that?

Did the pizza man say anything?

Apart from "thank you" when I gave him a tip, nothing at all.

-"Thank you"? -Yeah.

That's all?

Then he went.

Do you have the receipt? Did you pay cash?

I don't have cash.

I didn't have cash. I paid over the phone.

[police sirens wailing in distance]

We've got to sort this out. We can't go on like this.

I know.

We've been on three dates.

First one we never even made it to bed.

You had to take a call from your leader.

Tell me about it.

And then tonight, like the last time...

I'm sitting in a restaurant, eating fucking bread sticks.

-You don't even call me. -I tried.

The reception's terrible.

Look, David, you have to decide what you want.

Has it never occurred to you that Labour may not even get back?

That there might not be another Labour government.

I don't understand. Ask me again.

What I'm saying: I thought there was a rota.

Sort of a rota.

Meaning what?

-People take turns. -It was Mikey's turn?

-Yeah. -You'd told him

you go to Bramham Gardens with a quattro formaggio.

Yeah.

Why did you not send him?

I changed my mind. I sent Abdullah. I do what I want.

-I know. -I am in charge.

I understand that.

My question is, why did you do it?

Why?

Abdullah was killed delivering a pizza.

I don't know about that.

I'm not saying you do. I'm not accusing you.

However, the murderer was waiting.

Why didn't you send Mikey?

Is the system random?

How would a gunman know who he was gonna kill?

If he wanted to kill anyone in particular, was it chance that you changed your mind?

Well?

I don't know.

You see anyone following him?

-No. -Was there a reason?

Was there a reason you sent Abdullah?

He hadn't run all night.

Abdullah hadn't had a run all night.

-You felt sorry for him? -Yeah.

You sent him out of the goodness of your heart?

Who owns this place?

I manage it.

I know that.

-The owner changed. -When?

Last month. I've never spoken to them.

They're in Boca Raton.

Right. So, this is a South London pizza parlor

owned by a man in Boca Raton.

Yeah.

This is Mikey Gowans.

Yeah, we met.

Mikey's just realized it might've been him.

Tell us why anyone might wanna kill you.

It doesn't make any sense.

You sure about that?

Did you know Abdullah?

Not really.

Did you know his second name?

He'd just started. I think...

I think he was Syrian or something.

Syrian?

That's what he said.

How'd you get paid?

By the delivery.

Cash?

-Yeah. -Any paperwork?

It's not a paperwork kind of place.

What'd you do before?

I was a bouncer.

In a nightclub. Until I got hit.

-Which nightclub? -The Turbine.

Not surprised you got hit.

Rakhee, take Mr. Gowans back to the station?

I'm going to the scene.

Can I say something?

You can say whatever you like.

The system is the system.

Disliking it isn't gonna change it.

It carries on regardless of what you feel about it.

What has that got to do with my being late for a date?

You know... you're a really nice man, David.

But you are so lost in things that you can't do anything about.

You no longer have any idea who you actually are.

Where are you going?

Just stay.

No.

I can't stay here.

You'll feel differently in the morning.

I don't think so.

At least... let me order you a cab.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

If Labour makes you angry, what do you think it does to me?

It makes you boring.

Nathan, okay?

You making any sense of this?

I don't get it. There's no way a gunman

could know which delivery person's coming.

What do you think it is?

Random shooter, does it for the hell of it?

-I don't think so. -What, then?

Why would anyone kill a pizza delivery man?

Have you ever eaten their pizza?

Amusing.

-Something else odd. -What?

I spoke to Karen Mars, the woman who ordered the pizza.

-Well? -She talked about her baby.

-She said, "She doesn't come into it." -So?

What does she mean by that?

What does she mean by it?

Probably like how a pizza delivery man was murdered outside her door,

and as a mother, she feels her baby was not involved.

That's probably what she meant.

"She doesn't come into it." Odd way to put it.

-[man] Evening Standard. -Yeah, we know.

-I got here before you. -Congratulations.

Can I get past the tape?

So the Evening Standard can fuck up the scene?

-It's a Muslim killing. -No, it's a killing.

The victim was a Muslim.

I know what the press wanna make of this.

-Mind-reader, are you? -No, a newspaper reader.

Why didn't they kill him on the way in?

Why did they wait till he was on his way out?

I'm just saying,

they could've killed him five minutes earlier.

You need to go on a communications course.

Why?

That's not how to handle public relations.

They write what they want.

You think being nice to them makes any difference?

It's true what he's saying, though. Why wait?

It means we've got a calm killer.

Semi-automatic, two rounds of two.

Each time with perfect accuracy at 20 yards.

-We're thinking a professional? -Maybe a robbery gone wrong.

Robbing what?

Pizza drivers are the most robbed people in London.

-What about drugs? -You tell me.

There was a witness in the street, but a long way away.

-Is that her? -Hanh Giang.

Make of her what you can. She was in a K-hole.

-Where'd she been? -She says taking a walk.

We asked her to turn out her pockets.

-Is that all she had? -It's enough.

She have a description?

Thin, average height.

Only saw him for a second. She said his face was obscured.

-Obscured by? -She says a diving suit.

-How stoned was she? -More likely some sort of balaclava.

What she saw was the hood round his face.

Have a look at this gate.

Good chance our killer went over there.

-Any footprints? -No, nothing.

[man] Who's the SIO?

Kip Glaspie.

I'm the new area forensics manager.

My name's Gupta. People call me Fuzz.

I don't think this scene's gonna make you happy.

-Really? Why not? -Witness saw something.

The guy may have been wearing rubber.

A professional, then?

Never mind. "Every contact leaves a trace."

-Can I ask you a question? -Sure.

Weren't you an athlete? Pole vault?

Yeah, I jumped for a while.

Wasn't there some kind of famous incident?

Yeah, she landed badly.

Still, Kip Glaspie, pretty impressive.

You're Hanh Giang?

-Yeah. -Where'd you get this?

Oh, I went to a club.

Do you have any ID?

-Not on me now. -Do you have any at home?

-Yeah. -Where's home?

Stockwell Park Road.

Okay.

Someone's gonna take you there in a few moments.

Far as we can tell, you're the sole witness to a murder.

When your brain is functioning again, think back.

Think about if there's anything you might've overlooked.

-Can you do that? -Yeah.

Okay.

-Come in first thing tomorrow. -Thank you.

His phone.

Tell me.

I went into "frequent locations."

I'm thinking if that's work, that's home.

Let's go.

[woman] "Dear David...

I think it's easier for me to write an old-fashioned proper letter...

because when I'm with you, I never seem able to say what I mean.

It comes out cruel, and that's not what I want.

You've had so many failed relationships,

you don't believe anyone could possibly find you worth the effort.

But believe it or not, I do.

That's why I get so angry.

Because if you'd just stop for five minutes,

there's something I can see and you can't.

The truth is,

-you're a very good soul." -David.

What are you doing here?

-It's my constituency. -Is that the only reason?

-What do you know? -They're saying it's a hate crime.

Immigrant shot in the street.

I'd love a quote if you can give me one.

[David] David Mars.

Is everything all right? What happened?

Sorry, I didn't mean to call. I got frightened, that's all.

I don't understand.

I won't say it again. It was me who ordered the pizza.

-Did you hear the shot? -Of course.

Quite like old times.

You were the last person to speak to him.

Well, I suppose.

I don't get it, you don't seem very upset.

I thought I had a bottle of wine.

Must've drunk it.

Is that a new shirt?

You called me to come over here.

Sorry if that was a drag.

I'm sure you're busy.

-Don't worry about it. -Too busy for the mother of your child.

Karen...

-you know that is not fair. -I know what you're thinking.

"I was only married to her for three months.

Am I to look after her for the rest of my life?"

Four. Four months.

The answer is yes. For the rest of your life. Get used to it.

What's that?

This is a letter somebody wrote to me.

You mean, as in the 19th century, that kind of letter?

Don't politicians have e-mail?

You seem in good shape, all things considered.

-You've had a shock. -That's why I called you.

Do you mind staying over? For Elfie's sake.

Don't look at me like that. You chose this.

-You could've done anything. -I was a teacher.

I gave that up, remember?

Why?

Too violent.

Home?

-Do you want me to do it? -I'm good.

We're from the police.

Can you tell me your names?

Do either of you speak English?

We were just called to a situation not far from here.

Do either of you know Abdullah Asif?

I'm gonna assume you understand a little while we get someone here to help.

As I said, we were just called to an incident nearby...

where a male has been shot in the chest.

We believe it to be Abdullah Asif.

You shared a space with him, so we're gonna need your paperwork.

Whatever you've got.

Any documents you happen to have, doesn't matter what they are,

what language.

I'm gonna get an interpreter, and we're gonna ask you some questions.

We're here to help.

For now, all I can say is sorry.

That's how it ends up, is it?

Escape war, make your way to England,

and start your new life in a garage?

-The best we can offer, is it? -We've seen it before.

Doesn't make it better, though, does it?

No views?

I got a view. Two hours in and things are already out of control.

Yeah.

What you getting?

First glance, absolutely nothing.

-Footprints? -No.

I knew the moment I came. You can always tell.

It's a set-up.

Look, perfect place to hide, perfect darkness,

giving him a perfect view across the street.

Perfect getaway.

They want it to look random, but it isn't. Nothing random about it.

First thing tomorrow.

Yeah, thank you.

Where have you been?

I was out.

It's three o'clock in the morning.

Were you with someone else?

I want you to tell me.

I'd rather know the truth.

-I wasn't with anyone. -What were you doing?

I'm not gonna tell you if you're gonna get angry.

I won't get angry, even if--

Look, you're free.

You can do what you want.

I wanted to get high.

-And did you? -Yeah.

I needed some air.

I need some space.

You can be so clingy.

Linh, you're the best thing in my life.

Something's happened. Tell me.

-I went to a club. -Which club?

I can guess.

Then I walk home.

I feel weird, so I sit on the pavement.

I don't know how long I'm there.

And?

Someone got shot dead across the street, a pizza man.

Fuck.

Then the police arrive and...

I was frightened, I panicked.

-You spoke to them? -Yeah.

They emptied my pocket.

And what did they find?

Ketamine, MDMA.

I was scared.

I panicked.

But... I didn't give them my real name.

-You made up a name? -Yeah, and address.

Why did you do that?

Why do you think?

If they know who I am, I'm in trouble.

I panic.

I was terrified.

I don't want to go home.

I want to live in England.

I know.

People do.

Also, there's something else.

Something I didn't dare tell them, 'cause...

'Cause I was off my head.

I told them the killer had a hood on.

-That was true? -Yeah.

But what I didn't say is...

I thought it was a woman.

[translator] They're terrified.

I'm sorry to ask this, but how do we know they're his sisters?

-They've got no papers. -Why would they lie?

Why would they lie about that?

They must have money.

[translator] They did.

Abdullah Asif had a driving license.

He must've paid for that.

Syrian refugee, English driving license. That's not cheap.

Provisional.

-How long have they been here? -She doesn't want to say.

She's gonna have to.

[translator speaking in Arabic]

[woman speaking in Arabic]

[speaking in Arabic]

[speaking in Arabic]

She doesn't know.

Of course you know.

[translator] Think of her.

Her brother's been killed. She doesn't know who to trust.

Tell her we understand she's in grief,

but stop fucking about and tell us the truth.

Whatever that is in Arabic.

[translator speaking in Arabic]

[speaking in Arabic]

Maybe weeks.

Do you have a job?

[translator speaking in Arabic]

[speaking in Arabic]

-She works in a hotel. -Where?

[speaking in Arabic]

-[speaking in Arabic] -She can't say.

It's dangerous for her.

They don't pay the national minimum wage?

Tell her there's a reason for what happened,

and we need to find that reason.

If this woman is remotely serious, she has to help us.

Has to.

[translator speaking in Arabic]

[speaking in Arabic]

She fears this is going to have a bad outcome.

How can it have a worse outcome, her brother's dead?

So, did it work?

Women only? Stuff pour out of them, did it?

-Not much. -In the all-female environment?

What we did discover: turns out they lived in Aleppo.

They worked in a tourist hotel.

In Aleppo? Well, that's a triumph.

Sure, before it was destroyed.

Abdullah was on reception.

They feared for their lives in Syria.

The war is never going to end.

Assad's a ruthless dictator who'd rather

see his country destroyed than yield power.

That's their view, is it?

It's Fatima's. Mona's not speaking.

-Nothing? -Not a word.

They're what our leaders call "genuine asylum seekers."

They had to get out, or they'd be killed.

She'll give us her political views, but she won't give us any names,

like who got her here, how her brother found his job?

-Why not? -They're frightened.

Frightened of us?

No.

More like one of them's been killed, and they're asking who's next.

They don't feel safe.

Go back to the station with them.

-We're gonna need you later. -Okay.

What do you wanna do now?

-Can we just think this thing through? -Please.

Can we?

Like normally how you have a body,

then you work out who they are and who might wanna kill them. Yeah?

-That's the procedure? -If you say so.

Only, as I understand it...

Let me know if I'm going too fast for you.

...this time, we don't know who's meant to have been killed.

Yeah, I'm on to that.

So, working out why seems more than normally difficult.

Very good. You got your speech ready for the superintendent.

Anything to add?

Nothing. You?

Yeah.

There's nobody here.

Nobody except us.

-Why would there be? -Because these people are Syrian.

-So? -They're Syrian.

Where's MI5? Where's Counterterrorism?

Where are they?

Anything of this nature, they're like flies around dead meat.

Why aren't they here?

My guess is they're still in bed.

Okay, they seem to have finished with you.

-Do you wanna go? -What, I can't sleep here?

It's not a hotel.

I'm just a bit shaky.

-I got to know Abdullah a bit. -And?

He was a decent bloke. I liked him.

And?

That's what I wanted to say.

Well, you said it.

Yeah, I guess I have.

We're privileged to have the leader of the opposition, Deborah Clifford,

-here in the studio. -Good morning, Suki.

Obviously, you're aware of the seven

immigration bills in the last eight years.

45,000 changes to those immigration rules

-since 2010. -That's right.

And Labour has opposed many of those changes.

We support control of our borders, and we always have.

We've been very clear about that.

These days you seem to be taking a different approach.

Sometimes in the past,

Labour's given an impression of caring more for newcomers

than for the resident population.

-That was wrong. -You regret that?

Look, Suki...

my grandparents were immigrants.

Immigrants have done this country a lot of good.

But we also believe in a proper control of numbers.

This seems to be part of the shift from Labour on all sorts of things.

Nuclear weapons, human rights, prisons.

On Thursday, the Labour Party's got a big vote

in support of the government's new surveillance measures,

which many people see as a real threat to freedom.

That's an exaggeration, if you don't mind me saying so.

Fuck's sake.

Hi, Dad.

Hello, beautiful.

Where's your mother? Isn't she going to work?

She lost her job.

Okay.

How did she lose it? Was she fired?

When did that happen?

Last week.

Come on, let's get you something to eat.

Mom says you run the country.

Well, that's not quite true, actually.

I'm in something called "opposition,"

which means moaning about the people who run the country.

I'm with Mom all the time.

I know you are.

She's really difficult.

Well, your mother's a difficult woman.

That's just a fact.

I think she doesn't like me.

She loves you, sweet pea. We both do.

Come here.

There.

Well...

Tell me, what's the view from the cheap seats?

We're just putting it together.

How long's that gonna take?

We're just gathering facts.

If you see something we're missing, give us a shout.

Not on the face of it. Do you want coffee? It's proper.

No, thank you.

You on an all-nighter?

Well, you know the drill. Detention's been outsourced.

It's now in the hands of our privatized colleagues.

I've had to report the Asif family as illegals.

They've only just begun to tell us what they know.

Look at it from their point of view.

There's not much profit in going into detail about how they got here.

-Why take the risk? -We're finding that already.

The younger one doesn't talk at all.

-I'm wondering if she's pregnant. -Really?

Well, you'd know.

-Have you asked? -Anything we get

has to be dragged out of them. They don't wanna talk.

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

We don't have any leverage.

How do we get some?

I've already had a call from Millbank.

I was wondering when that was coming.

Rubber balaclava, professional marksman, asylum seeker.

It's MI5 country.

No doubt they'll turn up and give us some professional advice.

MI5 will come over and patronize the country cousins.

Tell us how useless we are.

That's how it works with the security services.

Do they know Abdullah Asif already?

If they do, they're not telling us.

With MI5, it's always one way.

They want your information, but don't want to give up any of theirs.

I've met people like that.

[woman] Karen.

-Karen. -What's happening?

You said you were taking Elfie to school.

-Yeah, I am. -You're late.

-What day is it? -Tuesday.

To take her to school, you have to get up.

-Where's David? -He's gone.

You still have to get up to look after Lucy.

Fuck off!

Who's taking me to school?

I don't know. Mind your own business.

Get down, get dressed, and get a move on.

I don't have to do everything.

Is Mommy getting up?

I have no idea.

-This had better be important. -It is important.

-I've had a hell of a night. -Me, too.

-Is Linh still with you? -Why wouldn't she be?

Is the bishop gonna get rid of you?

He's gonna try.

Isn't he a bit of an LGBT himself?

He has a boyfriend who runs a sauna in Brixton, if that's what you mean.

But the difference is he's not out, and I am.

Perhaps we should ask ourselves whether the vicious rhetoric

used against people who come here legitimately to seek asylum...

encourages exactly this kind of violence.

There are too many people who believe that hate speech...

You know you come across as a bit of a tosser?

You doing any work on that?

What did you need me for?

I've got a dilemma.

Linh was witness to the murder.

-Linh was? -Yes, the only witness.

I'm assuming she talked to the police?

Sure, but the problem is she was high,

and they found the gear on her.

That's more serious.

They've asked her to go to the police station this morning,

I hope she's going to.

She's scared.

She gave a false name.

That was a stupid thing to do.

She's trying to protect me. I'm out on a limb here.

Also...

You'd better speak to her, because you helped her.

You signed her application for a student visa.

-I was happy to. -She respects you.

Jane... there's something you're not telling me.

'Cause I don't know how to say this.

Say it.

I love this girl and I don't wanna lose her.

-Christ. -Please don't use that word.

I love swearing, I hate blasphemy. I really hate it.

If that makes me a fucking hypocrite, so be it.

Do you love her more than me?

You were an episode.

She's a whole chapter.

Or she was gonna be.

-David. -Linh.

Jane thought you might have a minute for a chat.

Yeah.

Jane told me what happened.

You've got no choice.

You have to go into the station.

Not going in will only make matters worse.

Yeah, I know.

Jane says you have vital evidence: you thought it was a woman.

You've got to tell them that.

There is one other thing, David.

Tell me.

Remember you signed her application?

To renew her student visa.

I do. Are you still at that stupid college?

-Sometimes. -Oh, only sometimes?

It's a legitimate place of education. It's approved by the DOE.

Oh, well, in that case, that's a stamp of excellence.

What's it called? Kennington Poly?

What we didn't tell you when I asked you to sign...

her first student visa had already expired.

What? Hang on.

I didn't think to mention it.

She's here illegally?

It's a gray area.

I'm her fucking MP. I signed.

You didn't sign it knowingly.

-Because you didn't tell me! -We're telling you now.

Oh, thank you very much. Fuck!

Jane?

How could you do that?

That's why it's difficult.

You see why she doesn't wanna talk to the police.

Give that a look over.

Do you wanna slip home?

-I can take over for a while. -Bit late for that.

Where are you off to?

I thought one more word with our friends.

Look, I don't have any say in the matter.

You may well be detained.

After that, you may be sent home.

You should take the chance to talk.

Right now, today.

[translator speaking in Arabic]

I'm interested, for instance, about your transport.

Through Turkey from Syria...

a boat to Greece...

a lorry through Europe, then through the tunnel.

How long did it take?

[translator speaking in Arabic]

[speaking in Arabic]

Under a month.

That's impressively quick.

What are we dealing with, club class?

[translator speaking in Arabic]

[speaking in Arabic]

She says that's all she knows.

Murder cases can get bogged down.

Bogged down in bureaucracy, as much as anything.

That's just a fact.

[translator speaking in Arabic]

People lose sight of the victims.

And in this case, you're among the victims.

You should make use of a sympathetic ear whilst you've got it.

[translator speaking in Arabic]

Well?

Mikey, haven't seen you for a while.

No.

I wanted to warn you.

-The police are all over us. -Yeah?

Have you got what we want?

Not yet.

Why don't we go round back?

I don't wanna go round.

-Please. -Come on.

I have to go out for a bit, Mom.

I'm leaving you water.

Council will be round in an hour.

Mom?

You are a good girl.

Yeah, I wish.

Wouldn't be alive without you.

See you later, all right?

Bye, love.

-Ma'am. -Left, right, left right,

left, right, left.

Left, right, left, right, left, right...

[man] Hut.

Right turn.

Left turn.