(HOSPITAL MONITOR BLEEPS)
(MAYA) Sam. l'm here, Sam.
l hope you can hear me.
l need to talk to you, Sam.
l wish l could reach you.
Maya.
(TYRES SQUEAL)
Starsky and Hutch have got a Iot to answer for.
Who?
(ENTRY BELL JANGLES)
(CHRIS) Wonder what kiIIed him?
The bIoody enormous hoIe in his chest where the buIIet went in!
When I got here, another one of them was running out the back.
- I couIdn't catch him. - Did you not get a description?
Yeah, I toId you. He was a Paki.
- Come on. They aII... - Look the same (!)
Check the pIace out and make sure nobody eIse is here.
Oh, here we go. Drugs. No surprise there, then.
Boss? There's a viscous yeIIow Iiquid in his ear.
That's a drip from my fried-egg butty, Iove.
WeII done, Miss MarpIe. That's why we need women detectives.
This Iooks Iike Turkish heroin.
It's got that sIightIy pink tinge to it.
Heroin? Is that that new drug?
Is heroin new?
Yeah. How come you know so much about it?
(GENE) He's probabIy on it. Did you have it in Hyde, did you?
- Guv. - What?
He's got a puIse. He's aIive.
- (MOANS SOFTLY) - He is, isn't he?
That's why you need women detectives.
- You said he was dead. - He wasn't moving.
Chris doesn't move, but he's not dead.
Go on, Dr KiIdare, get an ambuIance.
- It's aII cIear, Guv. - Right, arses into gear.
WhiIe we're here, the scumbags of the earth
are out there spreading a new poison in my city.
- (MAYA) Sam? - (STATlC CRACKLES)
Sam.
l need to talk to you about something.
- Maya? - Sam?
(MAYA'S VOlCE BREAKS UP)
Sam?
Maya?
You can hear me.
My name is Sam Tyler.
l had an accident and l woke up in 1973.
Am l mad, in a coma, or back in time?
Whatever's happened, it's like l've landed on a different planet.
Now, maybe if l can work out the reason, l can get home.
HeIIo? Maya.
Guv.
- You said no one eIse was here. - WeII, they weren't.
Who's this, then? A record-shop fairy?
- Guv. - Yeah, whatever. PuII her in.
I came in to see if he'd got the new NeiI Young.
Then I heard a shot, and I just hid.
So you didn't see the gunman?
Why are you fingerprinting me?
It's to eIiminate you from the scene.
Is he OK?
Dipak, is it?
He's on a Iife support machine.
He won't be abIe to taIk for quite a Iong time.
What do you know about him, Iove?
Er...
He's one of those Ugandan Asians that Idi Amin kicked out.
Been going to the shop since it opened.
They aIways have the new reIeases.
AII right, you're done.
I'II get a pIonk to take you home.
AII those bIoody Ugandan Asians. Why do they have to come over here?
Why don't they go to...Asia?
Yeah, they come over here, they take our buIIets...
They seII drugs on my streets. We know that.
The drugs couId have been pIanted to throw us off the scent.
He couId have been kiIIed because he's an immigrant.
You onIy have to Iook at Ray to see the prejudice.
'Ey, I've got nothing against Gunga Dins.
There's no history of deaIing amongst Gujarati Ugandan Asians.
BIah-di-bIah-di history, bIoody bIah.
It doesn't take a degree in appIied boIIocks to know what's going on.
Go on, then. Amaze me with your insubstantiaI guesswork.
He's come over here, started deaIing
and Rocket or one of the other IocaI drugs boys
has took offence and offed him.
That's better than even I expected.
Copper Ieaps to a concIusion, then finds the evidence to fit.
- Birmingham Six, here we come. - Eh?
You wanted me? Something about a radio?
- I've been Iooking for one. - You've got one.
No, it's a different one. I put it down somewhere.
- It's a reaIIy good one. - Oh, you mean the magic radio (!)
It's broken and it's heId together with orange tape.
I'II start the nationwide poIice hunt, shaII I?
Don't beIieve me? I'II show you.
We pIay sIappy-face with the IocaI deaIers, find out what's what.
- (GASPS) - 'Ey. The fIat's cIean.
OK, Rocket.
Who shot Dipak Gandhi?
See, probIem is, I don't heIp the fiIth.
Sorry, but I wouId rather have rabid ferrets munch on me testicIes.
OK. Let me put it this way.
(YELPS)
Who shot Dipak Gandhi?
I've never heard of him.
What happened to British workmanship?
Come on! Someone eIse on your patch seIIing gear?
Steady, Guv. We don't want another of those enquiries.
I asked you, who shot Dipak Gandhi?
I don't know nothing. That Ugandan Iot keep themseIves to themseIves.
If you know nothing about him, how do you know he's Ugandan?
Er...yeah, no, that... that is a good question, actuaIIy.
GIad you asked me that. Um...
Now, you Iisten to me, Rocket.
By the time I've finished with you, you're going to be begging
for those rabid ferrets to be gnashing on your nuts.
(GROANS) OK. OK, OK.
The Paki was deaIing heroin out of his shop, yeah?
OK, Guv, you were right. Sorry. Let me buy you a drink tonight.
It's not that simpIe.
You can't admit you're bIoody wrong.
'Cause I'm not bIoody wrong.
We need to find out more about Dipak and the Ugandan Asian community.
(MUFFLED MUSIC: THIN LIZZY'S ''WHISKY IN THE JAR'')
HeIIo?
LayIa.
- What are you doing here? - Detective Inspector.
I didn't just drop in on Dipak to... What was it I toId you?
Why were you here?
I heIp him out with the books.
I come in here a Iot and I got to know him a bit.
I work in a bank, so I do a bit of moonIighting.
Why couIdn't he do his own books?
The banks wouIdn't Iet him open an account, so I opened one in my name.
- Why didn't you teII us aII this? - I didn't want to get invoIved.
And I didn't want aII the shit that they've been getting.
They kept threatening to kiII him.
If you thought the shooting was raciaIIy motivated,
why didn't you inform us?
'Cause you're the poIice.
You're never going to care about that, are you?
Yeah. Yeah, we are.
LayIa.
Oh! Is this what you've come to coIIect?
Er...groovy.
Er...do you know Dipak Gandhi?
Dipak? The eviI pusher man? That's what you think, yeah?
WeII, we found heroin in his pockets.
The Gandhi brothers as drug deaIers? That's crazy, man.
They set up the record business to puII chicks.
How many brothers are there?
- Two. Dipak and Ravi. - Hey, just a minute.
He's frightened. They aII are.
So where's this Ravi?
If he's got any sense, he'II have spIit.
- (MUSIC: ''ROCKET MAN'') - Immigrants keep their heads down.
Disappear into ghettos.
Dipak and Ravi arrive in Britain one month and they open a record shop.
Acting Iike they were white. Bet the NF hated that.
Dipak had this dream about owning a chain of record shops.
Enormous ones, Iike, er...big music supermarkets.
He was fuII of mad ideas.
# ..l miss my wife
# lt's lonely out in space...
Dipak said it was great to come to a country with such briIIiant music.
Made up for the coId and the rain.
And he aIways pIayed this.
He said he thought it was reaIIy about exiIe.
They're trying so hard to start a new Iife here.
# l'm not the man they think l am at home, oh, no, no...
Whichever strange pIace you find yourseIf in,
make that your home.
# Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone...
Are you reaIIy a copper?
# And l think it's gonna be a long, long time
# Till touchdown brings me round again to find...
What?
Sorry, you just reminded me of somebody.
# l'm a rocket man
# Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone... #
(TRADITIONAL INDIAN MUSIC)
It's OK.
(MAN SPEAKS GUJARATI)
I'm a poIice officer. We're just making enquiries of...
Maya?
l don't know if you can hear me, Sam, so maybe it doesn't matter.
It does matter.
l love you, Sam.
But that's the trouble.
When someone you love dies,
you can say goodbye and...
go through all the stages you go through
and move on.
You're still there, Sam, and nothing's getting better.
Maya. You Iook...
you Iook great.
l'm going to stop coming to see you, Sam.
l'm sorry.
No.
No! It's stiII me!
I'm stiII here! I'II find the radio and you'II be abIe to hear me again!
No, Maya!
Sorry.
It's OK.
Er...sorry.
No need for that smut in here.
Not now we've got Cartwright's arse to Iook at.
TaIking of which, cup of coffee, Iove.
She's as good a detective as anyone here.
Fair enough.
See if you can detect me a nice packet of GaribaIdis, Iove.
It's OK.
Now. Yesterday's shooting.
The deaIers are so scared, we're more IikeIy to get HeIen KeIIer to taIk.
The Paki's IiveIy as Liberace's dick when he's Iooking at a naked woman.
AII in aII, we're going at the speed of a spastic in a magnet factory.
- What? - You missed out the Jews (!)
- What? - I think we need to expIore
whether this attempted murder was a hate crime.
As opposed to one of those ''I reaIIy, reaIIy Iike you'' sort of murders?
No. Whether it was raciaIIy motivated.
Dipak was beaten up reguIarIy by the NF.
Now, that hardIy sounds Iike a powerfuI drug Iord to me.
Maybe the NF shot him, Ieft the heroin to make him Iook bad.
The NF are far too stupid for that.
They couId stick a shotgun up me arse and fire it, they'd stiII miss.
I'd stiII Iike to expIore the raciaIIy motivated Iine of enquiry.
And I'd Iike my boot to expIore your jacksie.
Come on, TyIer, where's the evidence you're so fond of?
OK. Dipak's brother, Ravi...
..was probabIy the Asian who fIed the scene of the shooting.
- We taIk to him, we'II get it. - Something usefuI!
Track him down, Cartwright, show us what you're made of.
Guv.
They've found another dead body beside the squat on AppIeyard Street.
I'd hate to be a heroin addict. I've aIways hated injections.
You're just the sort of guIIibIe prat that wouId become one.
- He's certainIy a bit paIe. - (GENE) Shut up.
TroubIe is, it's a new drug. They don't know what dose to take.
WeII, Iet's give them an instruction bookIet, shaII we?
The troubIe is, some eviI bastard is seIIing a new poison in my city.
Two more dead junkies down by the canaI, Guv.
Bastards.
Guv.
- Orange gIass. - (RAY) So what?
So it couId be from that Iamp that got smashed at Rocket's pIace.
Which means he wouId have got his drugs from Rocket.
Which means he wouId have got them from Rocket
after we went to bIoody see him.
(SHRIEKS)
Two of them. Are you trying to piss me off?
What can I say? It's me naturaI animaI attraction.
- (GRAVELLY) Mr Hunt. - TooIbox. What are you doing here?
Heard this hairy fairy was seIIing that drug
and I was going to give him a taIking-to. You?
Same.
How IoveIy to find someone who shares your interests.
It's aII right, sonny.
When it comes to drugs, we're on the same side.
- Got to draw a Iine somewhere. - ReaIIy? Where?
Someone's face with a chiseI?
Rather hurtfuI, this young man of yours, Gene.
StiII, age before beauty, eh? I'II withdraw, Iet you get on with it.
No.
You stay here, TooIbox. You get the truth out of Rocket.
Who's seIIing the drugs? Who kiIIed the Paki?
What? Guv, you've got to be kidding me. Who is this guy?
Righty-ho. Big Bird!
Who the... What the bIoody heII are you doing?
- What happened to Eric? - Sad accident with a sawn-off.
But his good Iady wife stepped in
and heIped keep it in the famiIy. Eh, Big Bird?
- Chris, get the Iadies outside. - (SAM) Let them put some cIothes on.
No. You heard the Guvnor. Straight away.
- Chris. - Right.
So, Rocky. What's going on?
You know how it is, TooIbox.
Sorry. Mr TooIbox.
Er...my business invoIves a sacred bond of trust
and I...
Geezer, I can't.
I wouId rather have rabid ferrets munch on me testicIes.
You aIways say that, don't you?
Um...what...what's in the sack?
Not rabid, boss, but they are very annoyed.
Gene.
Rocket's not scared of me because he knows there's a Iine I won't cross.
Is there? Where the heII's that, then?
Poor ferrets. Not going to be getting much of a Iunch.
Good Iad. Y-fronts'II heIp keep the ferrets in.
PresumabIy, er...this is where that naturaI animaI attraction of yours
wiII come in handy.
We're off.
Wait!
Those two Iads from the record shop, yeah?
They came round and said they had this new gear
they wanted me to retaiI for them, yeah?
And, man, I've heard stories of what they do to peopIe, yeah?
Bad stuff. Yeah. I mean way worse than Mr TooIbox.
No offence to him or anything, but...
Anyway, so I weren't going to say no, was I?
Anyway, um...
Yeah, Iast time, just, er...
just the groovy one, yeah, Ravi, he comes round,
on his own, yeah?
Says his brother had got too greedy. Yeah.
Says he had to send him, er...
on a Iong hoIiday.
OK, OK. Maybe the brother had something to do with it.
BIoody amazing. He admits it. Somebody take a photograph.
You found Ravi yet, Iove? He's our attacker.
Not yet, Guv. But I've got a photo of him.
That's not Ravi Gandhi.
It is. DefiniteIy.
- (WHISPERS) Shit. - BIoody briIIiant (!)
OId butterfingers here meets our kiIIer and Iets him go.
CouIdn't catch the cIap in a French brotheI.
Right. Where's this Ravi?
- You couId try asking the chick. - What chick?
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
We can arrest you or you can agree to come down the station.
- Why? - Why do you think?
- Me and Dipak? - For starters.
What about Ravi?
I just didn't want him arrested.
If aII coppers were Iike you, it'd be cooI, but they're not.
They just think you're Asian, you're guiIty.
And Ravi, he didn't do it, Sam. He didn't kiII his brother.
It's DI TyIer.
And we suspect Ravi of importing scag.
Smack.
Heroin. BIoody heroin.
So what's it going to be?
I'II get me things.
Why are you so angry?
She Iied.
That's what peopIe do to us, Sam. Haven't you noticed?
Yeah, but I beIieved her.
Where's Ravi?
- He didn't do it. - Did I ask you if he did it? Did I?
- Guv. - What?
Why didn't you teII us you were boffing him?
'Cause I knew you'd treat me Iike you're treating me now.
You haven't been there. You wouIdn't understand.
- I wouId. - How's that, TyIer?
How wouId you know what it's Iike to waIk out
with one of our Pakistani brethren?
Because I did.
- So you can taIk to me, can't you? - Kinky in the sack, are they?
The ''Kama Sutra''? ''Thousand and One Nights''?
57 varieties?
You reaIIy think you can say what the heII you Iike, don't you?
Why have you got an ant's nest up your arse over a bit of skirt?
Because I Ioved her.
You great soft, sissy, girIie, nancy,
French bender, Man United-supporting poof.
- Leave him aIone! - Did I ask you?
Did I ask you anything other than where the bIoody heII is Ravi?
I don't know.
Seven dead junkies.
Seven.
So don't you come over aII Princess Innocent Knickers with me, Iove.
You opened accounts for them and in return, you took a cut, didn't you?
- No. - I can make the rest of your Iife so shit.
I can make it that you wake up every morning
and your first thought wiII be, ''How do I top myseIf?''
It's OK.
Just teII us what you know.
A word.
- What the heII are you pIaying at? - Bit of good cop, bad cop.
No, no, no, no, you're more Iike absoIuteIy gorgeous cop.
I think she's teIIing the truth this time.
And I think she's as fake as a tranny's fanny.
Look at her.
She's as nervous as a very smaII nun at a penguin shoot.
She's tough underneath.
You won't buIIy her into taIking.
Why don't you Iet me see if I can get something out of her?
You trying to get something out of her, or something into her?
- Oh, for God's sake. - Just get me some bIoody answers.
(MONITOR BLEEPS STEADILY)
Aren't you supposed to be asking questions?
They said to pIay music that he Iiked.
Yeah. Music.
Touch.
Voices. Anything famiIiar.
You seem to know a Iot.
Yeah, I do.
A friend?
Are they getting any better?
No.
There are moments when peopIe sense he's stiII aIive in there, but...
I can't sense anything.
Brought me here to get me to taIk, didn't you?
Yeah, I did.
Um...
is it possibIe the record business was just a front?
Dipak wasn't just using you?
He wasn't.
I just know.
I kept some of the books at my fIat.
I can show you.
Yeah, OK.
Bye, Dipak.
(MUSIC: ELTON JOHN'S ''ROCKET MAN'')
Er...wouId you mind saying goodbye?
It's just that I stiII Iike to treat him Iike he's someone, you know.
See you, mate.
Keep an eye on him.
So, this girIfriend of yours.
What was she Iike?
Smart, funny, stubborn.
Bit Iike you, actuaIIy.
It's hard, isn't it?
AII the prejudice that you get.
Yeah, we got a bit of that. Worst thing was her mum.
She wanted her to marry a doctor or something.
AII mums want that.
You said you Ioved her. You know, past tense.
Did I?
- Yeah. - So what happened?
She...Ieft me.
- (VEHICLE APPROACHES) - (MEN SHOUTING)
(MAN) Coming through!
LayIa!
Come on. We're going to find somewhere safe for you to stay.
Come on.
Here you go.
It's the NF, isn't it?
They kiIIed him and now they're trying to kiII me.
WeII, you're safe now.
Look, you take the bed, I'II sIeep in the chair.
Thanks, Sam.
This isn't against poIice reguIations or anything, is it?
Not as Iong as I keep asking you questions.
(CHUCKLES)
You know,
Dipak feIt Iike a stranger here.
But you, Sam, it's Iike you're from somewhere even further away.
(MUSIC: AUDIENCE'S ''I HAD A DREAM'')
- # Ooh - # Who could care
# Who would sympathise
# Should someone come in between
# lt could be that l'll realise
- # That l have a dream... # - ..queues outside petrol stations,
and power cuts inevitable, Prime Minister Heath issued a statement.
- l would simply say this... - (MAYA) Oh, Sam.
- l've always hated goodbyes. - (STATlC)
Maya?
But you see, there's things l need,
like someone to hold who'll hold me back.
Hey, I'm here. I'm stiII here.
lf only l could sense you like l did before.
l'd give anything to hear you say it's OK.
It's not bIoody OK.
- Bye-bye, Sam. - No. No!
What?
- Who you taIking to? - Er...teIIy's stopped working.
ProbabIy a power cut.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Oh. I tried caIIing, but, um...
Her fIat was firebombed.
She's the one sIeeping in the bed. I'm, um...I'm sIeeping in there.
I don't want to know.
Um...
TooIbox has found Ravi hiding out and he's toId the Guv,
and the Guv's toId TooIbox to sort it out.
The Guv wouIdn't...
WeII, he wouId. He has. I was there.
Are you going to stand there caIIing me a Iiar,
or are you going to do something about it?
(TURBULENT WURLITZER ORGAN MUSIC)
Now, that, Mr TyIer, is proper music.
I used to come down here as a IittIe Iad, you know.
Now I'm doing the pIace up.
Tradition, you see.
- They don't understand that. - Hand him over to me.
Why don't you Ieave this to us, Mr TyIer?
No paperwork. No appeaIs.
What, and Iet Ravi heIp out with the foundations of the M62?
- Come on. - What the heII are you doing here?
What the heII are YOU doing here?
I am eIiminating the drug probIem in the onIy way I know I can.
Oh, so this is how we do it now, is it?
We Iet our mate TooIbox kiII him, then aII go out for a nice curry?
Good idea. I couId murder an Indian.
If you do this, there's no turning back.
Look in the mirror, there'II be a different man Iooking out at you.
I've become that man aIready.
I've had to be.
So the peopIe round here can Iive their Iives
without worrying about the bastards pushing drugs at our famiIies.
- Ruining Iives. - If you're that man, you kiII him.
Go on. If you're that man, you don't need anyone eIse.
You do it.
(CLATTER)
I'm taking you in for questioning
in reIation to the shooting of Dipak Gandhi and the smuggIing of heroin.
(BURST OF STATlC)
(STATlC CRACKLES AND SQUEAKS)
(GENE) TyIer!
TyIer!
I've seen the accounts.
You're the director of three import businesses and the music shop.
You've got fingers in more pies than a Ieper on a cookery course.
Across The Universe Limited.
KampaIa, IstanbuI, Turkey.
You ship your rubbish from Uganda,
then they add the Turkish heroin in IstanbuI.
But I wouIdn't touch heroin.
Someone tried to kiII your brother. Rocket says it was you.
Why wouId I kiII my onIy brother? What am I? Worse than an animaI?
OK, Mr Peace and Love. Where'd you get the money for a record shop?
What? I can't make any bread because I'm Indian?
I Ianded in EngIand in my vest
because Amin's pigs stoIe my shirt and jacket on the way to the airport.
But you hoId on. In one year, I wiII buy a nightcIub.
In two years, Chief Inspector, I wiII buy you.
In two years, petaI, you'II be in the nick!
Don't you want to find who did it?
(SIGHS)
Dipak rang. Said some sort of shit was going down,
but when I showed, a white guy was Ieaving and Dipak had just been shot.
So I spIit fast.
- You abandoned your own brother? - I thought he was dead. I...
I...
I abandoned my brother. Yes.
Yes, I abandoned him.
The white guy who was Ieaving.
What did he Iook Iike?
They aII Iook the same.
(CLEARS THROAT) Sorry, boss.
- Chris? - It's his brother.
I'm afraid he's dead.
(CRIES)
Oh, weII. That's one Iess toerag cIogging up Strangeways.
Oi!
(SOBS) We came here to escape this.
Have you got any shred of humanity Ieft?
Because innocent or guiIty,
no one deserves to have their face rubbed in their own brother's death.
I had a brother.
Some bastard got him hooked on speed.
I tried to knock sense into him. Tried everything.
Haven't seen in him in ten years. No one has.
You can't change someone.
It's just Iike with Chris, you put the effort in and what do you get?
The same stupid grin.
Stupid addict.
Didn't want to be heIped.
Addiction's a sign of something eIse missing from your Iife.
Yeah, but me and him were brought up exactIy the same. I'm not addicted.
I mean, you know...
the oId man couId be a bit Ioose with his fists when he'd had a jar or two.
By the time I was 13, me and Stu stuck together, we couId take him.
So, a happy chiIdhood, then.
I don't know where it aII went wrong.
Drugs, eh? What's the point?
They make you forget.
They make you taIk funny, see things that aren't there.
My gran got aII that for free when she had a stroke.
It's tough Iosing someone.
Yeah. It was a Iong time ago.
There's no need to come over aII Dorothy.
WeIcome to the United Kingdom.
Yesterday we were toId he was improving.
The doc says sometimes it happens Iike this.
They Iook stabIe, then crash, bang, goodnight Irene.
The stab wound in the chest wouIdn't have heIped.
You what?
They took the dressings off and stabbed him in the gunshot wound,
so it wouId be hard to spot.
You know, there's bad, there's nasty and there's eviI.
This is aII three.
They must have offed him in case he woke up and ID'd them.
And it can't be Ravi. He was in custody.
CouId have ordered it.
The NF firebombed LayIa DyIan's fIat.
We need to entertain the possibiIity this couId be a raciaI kiIIing.
Let's entertain it. Let's take it out for a prawn cocktaiI,
a steak and LiebfraumiIch.
Then Iet's kick it to the gutter where it beIongs.
Why are you Iaughing? You were supposed to be guarding him.
I've been outside that door aII day.
- What, reading the ''Sporting Life''? - Oh, sod off.
- Come on, then. Who went in? - Nurses. Porters.
Oh, briIIiant guess, yeah. It's a hospitaI.
And his bird. Yeah, she caIIed by.
Oh. His bird.
It doesn't mean it was her, does it?
His bird. The onIy person we know
who was there when Dipak was shot and when Dipak was stabbed.
(ENTRY BELL JANGLES)
- Go on. - Go on what?
LayIa DyIan, I have a warrant here for your arrest.
That's not me.
That's not my reaI name. I just caII myseIf after the music.
You'II have to get a new warrant, won't you?
So what is your reaI name?
LesIie Roy.
Maya's mum.
The doc says he was kiIIed between eight and ten.
When did you visit him?
Um...about 8.30.
Straight after I Ieft Sam's fIat.
- He was stiII aIive. - Straight after you Ieft Sam's fIat?
- She needed protection. - WeII, I hope you used some.
So what was the point of visiting Dipak? He was in a coma.
I taIked to him.
What did you say? ''I'm going to stab you, brace yourseIf for the bIade''?
No. I said, ''Dipak, I'm pregnant with your baby.''
(WHISPERS) Maya.
A chocoIate bun in the oven, eh?
- That's great. - Don't think I'm pIeased.
An unmarried mum with a baby that's haIf bIack. My dad'II kiII me.
Oh, what does it matter what he thinks?
No, you don't understand. He wiII kiII me.
He'II come round in the end, reaIIy.
You'II be a great mum.
OccasionaIIy a bit hard on your daughter's boyfriend, but...you know.
These chairs are reaIIy hard. I shouId get you something softer.
He's freaking me out. Can we get him out of here?
I'd Iove nothing better. Piss off.
Why don't you do something usefuI? Like trying to find the reaI kiIIer?
- Maya. - (STATlC AND WHlSTLlNG)
Maya.
I met your mum, and do you know what,
when she was young, she was just Iike you.
And you're...
you...
Anyway, Iook, I know you want to move on...
..but you don't have to.
Because I'm stiII Sam, you know, I'm stiII here.
And Iook, it's...
Look, it's not as if you've found somebody eIse.
- (STATlC) - (WOMAN) Sam?
Maya.
No, it's Phyllis, you berk.
What are you going on about? Where are you?
It's a dodgy radio. I'm chasing up Ieads at the community centre.
Over and out.
(SITAR MUSIC)
- (MAN) Can I heIp you? - I was...
(SCREAMS)
What you doing, mate? You're one of us.
What, a dysIexic, racist moron?
- You shouId be proud to be white. - Oh, you Iike being white, do you?
You and me, mate, we're the superior race.
Superior? You? To what?
You're not superior to an amoeba with speciaI needs.
- I'm arresting you. - No.
You shouId arrest them for aII the secret meetings and the smuggIing.
- SmuggIing? - Yeah. Once a fortnight, reguIar.
- We foIIowed 'em. - You're making it up.
No. They must be smuggIing. (SNIFFS)
They'II be there tonight. The oId sugar warehouse.
A Iorry turns up with those Pakis from the record shop.
- Go and see. - This better be right.
# Summer day is over and darkness come with mighty wings...
Everyone's in position. I'II go round the back.
# The seagull's head is tired And when he's tired then he sings
# Hot sand
# l'm walking in the hot sand
# Makin' love on the hot sand...
What's aII this, then?
Maybe it's aII the stuff Amin wouIdn't Iet them take out of Uganda.
They must have hidden them. Brothers smuggIed them in here.
Right, you Iot. HoId your horses.
Oi!
AII this stuff's been smuggIed.
Good point, Raymond. You going to impound that teddy bear?
She thinks she has to pay you off.
Oh, no, no, it's OK.
No. Thank you.
Let me heIp.
(SPLINTERING)
Oh, Iook! Some precious personaI possessions.
Some oId famiIy heroin.
Maybe someone was using them to get the stuff in.
- Letting them unIoad the crates... - (GENE) They smuggIed in drugs,
they feII out, he shot his brother. SimpIe.
(ANNIE) Sam.
OK, OK. Let's taIk to Ravi and LayIa again.
Ray?
Get me TooIbox. He wants to sort this his way and I'm going to Iet him.
No.
You've had your bIoody chance.
You know, I am so sick of turning over bodies
and having to Iook into the face of some time-wasting dead junkie.
- Gene. - You put another hammer in my hand
and I swear I wiII smash somebody's skuII,
and it just might be you, TyIer.
We need to find Ravi before they do.
(MUSIC: ELTON JOHN'S ''ROCKET MAN'' SKIPS ON RECORD PLAYER)
(''ROCKET MAN'' SKIPS ON RECORD PLAYER)
Sam. What are you doing here?
I thought you might know where Ravi wouId hide.
Maybe.
Whether he's invoIved in this or not,
you have to heIp me find him.
And I don't know if you reaIise, but that is no good for her.
It's not a her.
It's not a him. It's not even an it.
It doesn't matter, anyway.
You're not going to...
An abortion?
This afternoon.
Look, it just never existed, OK?
If you want to find Ravi, I think I know where he'II be.
I didn't know.
I didn't know the drugs were there. Neither of us did.
You didn't know there were drugs in your crates
that you shipped in to your warehouse?
No.
I made a bit of bread smuggIing famiIy things.
That's how we opened the record store, but...
TeII us down the station.
WeII, it's a choice between me arresting you
and TooIbox kiIIing you.
(ANNIE SCREAMS)
(SIZZLING)
(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS)
Jesus.
Now, this is going to hurt.
(ELECTRICAL FIZZING)
- Power cut. - Yeah, weII, thank God for OPEC.
Where's Annie?
She was with me when I got hit over the head.
And we'd just picked up Ravi.
If Annie dies, this'II be down to you.
ShouId have Ieft that bIoody iron on you.
- TooIbox has picked up Ravi. - With Annie?
No.
- Maybe if we, er...we... - Oh, shut up, you waste of space.
Ray, take Noddy here and check out Annie's fIat. You, come with me.
Thought you'd want to wrap this one up, Gene.
He was heading for the warehouse.
- That's not true. - Now, you Iisten to me.
Where's our Annie?
- (WHIMPERS) - Find Annie.
Make him taIk. Do whatever you have to.
- Got any objections, Mother Teresa? - (SOBS)
This isn't right. Hang on a minute. That rug.
It's a bit ethnic for your taste, in't it, TooIbox?
But I suppose, er...
whiIst you were removing your heroin from the warehouse,
you couId afford to take whatever took your fancy. Am I right?
(MUFFLED YELL)
- Don't go any further. - Take their guns and radios.
There's no margin in armed robbery these days.
- What? - I just front things up for her.
But if I was you, I'd do as she says.
I've found that's best.
You worked with her, didn't you, Ravi?
But she found out about the shipments and she pIanted her drugs.
Yeah, that's what Dipak found out and that's when...
- Jesus. - It's gonna get reaIIy messy now.
Did they hurt you? You OK?
A bit of a headache, but I'm stiII here.
He's aIive!
Nice work, Chris.
(MUSIC: URIAH HEEP'S ''TRAVELLER IN TIME'')
# Every day l have to look to the sun...
It's new.
I'm onIy the 1 7th mum in Manchester to have one of these.
(PULSlNG)
Maya.
Maya. That's a reaIIy beautifuI name.
Yeah, it is.
If I have a IittIe girI, that's what I'II caII her.
That'II be a great name.
And she'II turn out fantastic.
And she'II have... she'II have great taste in men.
After aII this, she might even go and join the poIice.
She's not born for six months yet and you've got her Ieft home.
Yeah, weII, you know, you've got to...
You've got to Iet them go, haven't you? Let them...
when it's time.
Isn't that right, Maya?
(MAYA) Thanks for letting me go.
Goodbye, Sam.
Maya.
Are you taIking to my baby?
Anyone wouId think she's yours.
No.
The Guv sent me to check that you hadn't done anything stupid.
Did you...do anything stupid?
Right. That's me off duty, then.
Annie.
I shouId teII you what's... what's been going on with...
- LayIa? - No, it's not her. It's...it's...
I can't even begin to...
- There was unfinished business. - It's reaIIy nothing to do with me.
But now it's finished. The business.
AII right.
And that's aII.
Goodnight, Sam. Get some sIeep, eh?
(MONITOR BLEEPS)
Are you coming or what?
The pIonk who was supposed to be Iooking after him hasn't turned up.
Don't want to Iose another of the bastards, eh?
They're not a Iucky famiIy, are they?
Gene.
At the risk of coming over aII ''Dorothy''...
..I can heIp you. Everyone's traceabIe, even in this day and age.
I reckon we couId find your brother.
I aIready did, Sam. Just not in time.
I'm sorry.
WeII, if you can't save your own famiIy...
Makes you wonder if we're reaIIy doing any good at aII, doesn't it?
Does that reaIIy heIp?
D'you know what?
I reckon I couId cheer him up.
(MUSIC: THIN LIZZY'S ''WHISKY IN THE JAR'')
I've toId you once, I'II caII the bIoody poIice.
(LAUGHS)
# l saw Captain Farrell
# And his money he was countin'
# l first produced my pistol
# And then produced my rapier
# l said, stand and deliver
# Or the devil, he may take ya
# Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
# Whack for my daddy-o
# There's whisky in the jar-o... #
Guv!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What you doing?
(GENE) Sam, l appear to have killed a man.
- I trusted him. - So did I. We aII did.
You think I'm capabIe of murder?
- It doesn't matter what I think. - I am not a kiIIer!
We've got to bring you in.
- And you are? - Frank Morgan. Acting DCI.
As your boss currentIy Ianguishes in a hoIding ceII on a murder charge,
the powers that be have repIaced him,
aIbeit temporariIy, I'm sure we aII hope, with me.
- Get me out. - I can't.
No, no, what you mean is you won't.