(HOSPITAL MONITOR BLEEPS)
(MAYA) Sam. I'm here, Sam.
I hope you can hear me.
I need to talk to you, Sam.
I wish I could reach you.
Maya.
(TYRES SQUEAL)
Starsky and Hutch have got a lot to answer for.
Who?
(ENTRY BELL JANGLES)
(CHRIS) Wonder what killed him?
The bloody enormous hole in his chest where the bullet went in!
When I got here, another one of them was running out the back.
- I couldn't catch him. - Did you not get a description?
Yeah, I told you. He was a Paki.
- Come on. They all... - Look the same (!)
Check the place out and make sure nobody else is here.
Oh, here we go. Drugs. No surprise there, then.
Boss? There's a viscous yellow liquid in his ear.
That's a drip from my fried-egg butty, love.
Well done, Miss Marple. That's why we need women detectives.
This looks like Turkish heroin.
It's got that slightly 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 probably on it. Did you have it in Hyde, did you?
- Guv. - What?
He's got a pulse. He's alive.
- (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 Kildare, get an ambulance.
- It's all clear, Guv. - Right, arses into gear.
While we're here, the scumbags of the earth
are out there spreading a new poison in my city.
- (MAYA) Sam? - (STATIC CRACKLES)
Sam.
I need to talk to you about something.
- Maya? - Sam?
(MAYA'S VOICE BREAKS UP)
Sam?
Maya?
You can hear me.
My name is Sam Tyler.
I had an accident and I woke up in 1973.
Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time?
Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet.
Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home.
Hello? Maya.
Guv.
- You said no one else was here. - Well, they weren't.
Who's this, then? A record-shop fairy?
- Guv. - Yeah, whatever. Pull her in.
I came in to see if he'd got the new Neil 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 eliminate you from the scene.
Is he OK?
Dipak, is it?
He's on a life support machine.
He won't be able to talk for quite a long time.
What do you know about him, love?
Er...
He's one of those Ugandan Asians that Idi Amin kicked out.
Been going to the shop since it opened.
They always have the new releases.
All right, you're done.
I'll get a plonk to take you home.
All those bloody 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 bullets...
They sell drugs on my streets. We know that.
The drugs could have been planted to throw us off the scent.
He could have been killed because he's an immigrant.
You only have to look at Ray to see the prejudice.
'Ey, I've got nothing against Gunga Dins.
There's no history of dealing amongst Gujarati Ugandan Asians.
Blah-di-blah-di history, bloody blah.
It doesn't take a degree in applied bollocks to know what's going on.
Go on, then. Amaze me with your insubstantial guesswork.
He's come over here, started dealing
and Rocket or one of the other local drugs boys
has took offence and offed him.
That's better than even I expected.
Copper leaps to a conclusion, then finds the evidence to fit.
- Birmingham Six, here we come. - Eh?
You wanted me? Something about a radio?
- I've been looking for one. - You've got one.
No, it's a different one. I put it down somewhere.
- It's a really good one. - Oh, you mean the magic radio (!)
It's broken and it's held together with orange tape.
I'll start the nationwide police hunt, shall I?
Don't believe me? I'll show you.
We play slappy-face with the local dealers, find out what's what.
- (GASPS) - 'Ey. The flat's clean.
OK, Rocket.
Who shot Dipak Gandhi?
See, problem is, I don't help the filth.
Sorry, but I would rather have rabid ferrets munch on me testicles.
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 else on your patch selling 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 lot keep themselves to themselves.
If you know nothing about him, how do you know he's Ugandan?
Er... yeah, no, that... that is a good question, actually.
Glad you asked me that. Um...
Now, you listen 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 dealing heroin out of his shop, yeah?
OK, Guv, you were right. Sorry. Let me buy you a drink tonight.
It's not that simple.
You can't admit you're bloody wrong.
'Cause I'm not bloody wrong.
We need to find out more about Dipak and the Ugandan Asian community.
(MUFFLED MUSIC: THIN LIZZY'S "WHISKY IN THE JAR")
Hello?
Layla.
- What are you doing here? - Detective Inspector.
I didn't just drop in on Dipak to... What was it I told you?
Why were you here?
I help him out with the books.
I come in here a lot and I got to know him a bit.
I work in a bank, so I do a bit of moonlighting.
Why couldn't he do his own books?
The banks wouldn't let him open an account, so I opened one in my name.
- Why didn't you tell us all this? - I didn't want to get involved.
And I didn't want all the shit that they've been getting.
They kept threatening to kill him.
If you thought the shooting was racially motivated,
why didn't you inform us?
'Cause you're the police.
You're never going to care about that, are you?
Yeah. Yeah, we are.
Layla.
Oh! Is this what you've come to collect?
Er... groovy.
Er... do you know Dipak Gandhi?
Dipak? The evil pusher man? That's what you think, yeah?
Well, we found heroin in his pockets.
The Gandhi brothers as drug dealers? That's crazy, man.
They set up the record business to pull chicks.
How many brothers are there?
- Two. Dipak and Ravi. - Hey, just a minute.
He's frightened. They all are.
So where's this Ravi?
If he's got any sense, he'll have split.
- (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 like they were white. Bet the NF hated that.
Dipak had this dream about owning a chain of record shops.
Enormous ones, like, er... big music supermarkets.
He was full of mad ideas.
# ... I miss my wife
# It's lonely out in space...
Dipak said it was great to come to a country with such brilliant music.
Made up for the cold and the rain.
And he always played this.
He said he thought it was really about exile.
They're trying so hard to start a new life here.
# I'm not the man they think I am at home, oh, no, no...
Whichever strange place you find yourself in,
make that your home.
# Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone...
Are you really a copper?
# And I 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.
# I'm a rocket man
# Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone... #
(TRADITIONAL INDIAN MUSIC)
It's OK.
(MAN SPEAKS GUJARATl)
I'm a police officer. We're just making enquiries of...
Maya?
I don't know if you can hear me, Sam, so maybe it doesn't matter.
It does matter.
I 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 look...
you look great.
I'm going to stop coming to see you, Sam.
I'm sorry.
No.
No! It's still me!
I'm still here! I'll find the radio and you'll be able 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 look at.
Talking of which, cup of coffee, love.
She's as good a detective as anyone here.
Fair enough.
See if you can detect me a nice packet of Garibaldis, love.
It's OK.
Now. Yesterday's shooting.
The dealers are so scared, we're more likely to get Helen Keller to talk.
The Paki's lively as Liberace's dick when he's looking at a naked woman.
All in all, 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 explore
whether this attempted murder was a hate crime.
As opposed to one of those "I really, really like you" sort of murders?
No. Whether it was racially motivated.
Dipak was beaten up regularly by the NF.
Now, that hardly sounds like a powerful drug lord to me.
Maybe the NF shot him, left the heroin to make him look bad.
The NF are far too stupid for that.
They could stick a shotgun up me arse and fire it, they'd still miss.
I'd still like to explore the racially motivated line of enquiry.
And I'd like my boot to explore your jacksie.
Come on, Tyler, where's the evidence you're so fond of?
OK. Dipak's brother, Ravi...
...was probably the Asian who fled the scene of the shooting.
- We talk to him, we'll get it. - Something useful!
Track him down, Cartwright, show us what you're made of.
Guv.
They've found another dead body beside the squat on Appleyard Street.
I'd hate to be a heroin addict. I've always hated injections.
You're just the sort of gullible prat that would become one.
- He's certainly a bit pale. - (GENE) Shut up.
Trouble is, it's a new drug. They don't know what dose to take.
Well, let's give them an instruction booklet, shall we?
The trouble is, some evil bastard is selling a new poison in my city.
Two more dead junkies down by the canal, Guv.
Bastards.
Guv.
- Orange glass. - (RAY) So what?
So it could be from that lamp that got smashed at Rocket's place.
Which means he would have got his drugs from Rocket.
Which means he would have got them from Rocket
after we went to bloody see him.
(SHRIEKS)
Two of them. Are you trying to piss me off?
What can I say? It's me natural animal attraction.
- (GRAVELLY) Mr Hunt. - Toolbox. What are you doing here?
Heard this hairy fairy was selling that drug
and I was going to give him a talking-to. You?
Same.
How lovely to find someone who shares your interests.
It's all right, sonny.
When it comes to drugs, we're on the same side.
- Got to draw a line somewhere. - Really? Where?
Someone's face with a chisel?
Rather hurtful, this young man of yours, Gene.
Still, age before beauty, eh? I'll withdraw, let you get on with it.
No.
You stay here, Toolbox. You get the truth out of Rocket.
Who's selling the drugs? Who killed the Paki?
What? Guv, you've got to be kidding me. Who is this guy?
Righty-ho. Big Bird!
Who the... What the bloody hell are you doing?
- What happened to Eric? - Sad accident with a sawn-off.
But his good lady wife stepped in
and helped keep it in the family. Eh, Big Bird?
- Chris, get the ladies outside. - (SAM) Let them put some clothes on.
No. You heard the Guvnor. Straight away.
- Chris. - Right.
So, Rocky. What's going on?
You know how it is, Toolbox.
Sorry. Mr Toolbox.
Er... my business involves a sacred bond of trust
and I...
Geezer, I can't.
I would rather have rabid ferrets munch on me testicles.
You always 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 line I won't cross.
Is there? Where the hell's that, then?
Poor ferrets. Not going to be getting much of a lunch.
Good lad. Y-fronts'll help keep the ferrets in.
Presumably, er... this is where that natural animal attraction of yours
will come in handy.
We're off.
Wait!
Those two lads from the record shop, yeah?
They came round and said they had this new gear
they wanted me to retail for them, yeah?
And, man, I've heard stories of what they do to people, yeah?
Bad stuff. Yeah. I mean way worse than Mr Toolbox.
No offence to him or anything, but...
Anyway, so I weren't going to say no, was I?
Anyway, um...
Yeah, last 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 long holiday.
OK, OK. Maybe the brother had something to do with it.
Bloody amazing. He admits it. Somebody take a photograph.
You found Ravi yet, love? He's our attacker.
Not yet, Guv. But I've got a photo of him.
That's not Ravi Gandhi.
It is. Definitely.
- (WHISPERS) Shit. - Bloody brilliant (!)
Old butterfingers here meets our killer and lets him go.
Couldn't catch the clap in a French brothel.
Right. Where's this Ravi?
- You could 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 all coppers were like you, it'd be cool, but they're not.
They just think you're Asian, you're guilty.
And Ravi, he didn't do it, Sam. He didn't kill his brother.
It's DI Tyler.
And we suspect Ravi of importing scag.
Smack.
Heroin. Bloody heroin.
So what's it going to be?
I'll get me things.
Why are you so angry?
She lied.
That's what people do to us, Sam. Haven't you noticed?
Yeah, but I believed 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 tell us you were boffing him?
'Cause I knew you'd treat me like you're treating me now.
You haven't been there. You wouldn't understand.
- I would. - How's that, Tyler?
How would you know what it's like to walk out
with one of our Pakistani brethren?
Because I did.
- So you can talk to me, can't you? - Kinky in the sack, are they?
The "Kama Sutra"? "Thousand and One Nights"?
57 varieties?
You really think you can say what the hell you like, don't you?
Why have you got an ant's nest up your arse over a bit of skirt?
Because I loved her.
You great soft, sissy, girlie, nancy,
French bender, Man United-supporting poof.
- Leave him alone! - Did I ask you?
Did I ask you anything other than where the bloody hell is Ravi?
I don't know.
Seven dead junkies.
Seven.
So don't you come over all Princess Innocent Knickers with me, love.
You opened accounts for them and in return, you took a cut, didn't you?
- No. - I can make the rest of your life so shit.
I can make it that you wake up every morning
and your first thought will be, "How do I top myself?"
It's OK.
Just tell us what you know.
A word.
- What the hell are you playing at? - Bit of good cop, bad cop.
No, no, no, no, you're more like absolutely gorgeous cop.
I think she's telling 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 small nun at a penguin shoot.
She's tough underneath.
You won't bully her into talking.
Why don't you let 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 bloody answers.
(MONITOR BLEEPS STEADILY)
Aren't you supposed to be asking questions?
They said to play music that he liked.
Yeah. Music.
Touch.
Voices. Anything familiar.
You seem to know a lot.
Yeah, I do.
A friend?
Are they getting any better?
No.
There are moments when people sense he's still alive in there, but...
I can't sense anything.
Brought me here to get me to talk, didn't you?
Yeah, I did.
Um...
is it possible 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 flat.
I can show you.
Yeah, OK.
Bye, Dipak.
(MUSIC: ELTON JOHN'S "ROCKET MAN")
Er... would you mind saying goodbye?
It's just that I still like to treat him like he's someone, you know.
See you, mate.
Keep an eye on him.
So, this girlfriend of yours.
What was she like?
Smart, funny, stubborn.
Bit like you, actually.
It's hard, isn't it?
All 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.
All mums want that.
You said you loved her. You know, past tense.
Did I?
- Yeah. - So what happened?
She... left me.
- (VEHICLE APPROACHES) - (MEN SHOUTING)
(MAN) Coming through!
Layla!
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 killed him and now they're trying to kill me.
Well, you're safe now.
Look, you take the bed, I'll sleep in the chair.
Thanks, Sam.
This isn't against police regulations or anything, is it?
Not as long as I keep asking you questions.
(CHUCKLES)
You know,
Dipak felt like a stranger here.
But you, Sam, it's like 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
# It could be that I'll realise
- # That I have a dream... # - ... queues outside petrol stations,
and power cuts inevitable, Prime Minister Heath issued a statement.
- I would simply say this... - (MAYA) Oh, Sam.
- I've always hated goodbyes. - (STATIC)
Maya?
But you see, there's things I need,
like someone to hold who'll hold me back.
Hey, I'm here. I'm still here.
If only I could sense you like I did before.
I'd give anything to hear you say it's OK.
It's not bloody OK.
- Bye-bye, Sam. - No. No!
What?
- Who you talking to? - Er... telly's stopped working.
Probably a power cut.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Oh. I tried calling, but, um...
Her flat was firebombed.
She's the one sleeping in the bed. I'm, um... I'm sleeping in there.
I don't want to know.
Um...
Toolbox has found Ravi hiding out and he's told the Guv,
and the Guv's told Toolbox to sort it out.
The Guv wouldn't...
Well, he would. He has. I was there.
Are you going to stand there calling me a liar,
or are you going to do something about it?
(TURBULENT WURLITZER ORGAN MUSIC)
Now, that, Mr Tyler, is proper music.
I used to come down here as a little lad, you know.
Now I'm doing the place up.
Tradition, you see.
- They don't understand that. - Hand him over to me.
Why don't you leave this to us, Mr Tyler?
No paperwork. No appeals.
What, and let Ravi help out with the foundations of the M62?
- Come on. - What the hell are you doing here?
What the hell are YOU doing here?
I am eliminating the drug problem in the only way I know I can.
Oh, so this is how we do it now, is it?
We let our mate Toolbox kill him, then all go out for a nice curry?
Good idea. I could murder an Indian.
If you do this, there's no turning back.
Look in the mirror, there'll be a different man looking out at you.
I've become that man already.
I've had to be.
So the people round here can live their lives
without worrying about the bastards pushing drugs at our families.
- Ruining lives. - If you're that man, you kill him.
Go on. If you're that man, you don't need anyone else.
You do it.
(CLATTER)
I'm taking you in for questioning
in relation to the shooting of Dipak Gandhi and the smuggling of heroin.
(BURST OF STATIC)
(STATIC CRACKLES AND SQUEAKS)
(GENE) Tyler!
Tyler!
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 leper on a cookery course.
Across The Universe Limited.
Kampala, Istanbul, Turkey.
You ship your rubbish from Uganda,
then they add the Turkish heroin in Istanbul.
But I wouldn't touch heroin.
Someone tried to kill your brother. Rocket says it was you.
Why would I kill my only brother? What am I? Worse than an animal?
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 landed in England in my vest
because Amin's pigs stole my shirt and jacket on the way to the airport.
But you hold on. In one year, I will buy a nightclub.
In two years, Chief Inspector, I will buy you.
In two years, petal, you'll 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 leaving and Dipak had just been shot.
So I split 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 leaving.
What did he look like?
They all look the same.
(CLEARS THROAT) Sorry, boss.
- Chris? - It's his brother.
I'm afraid he's dead.
(CRIES)
Oh, well. That's one less toerag clogging up Strangeways.
Oi!
(SOBS) We came here to escape this.
Have you got any shred of humanity left?
Because innocent or guilty,
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 like with Chris, you put the effort in and what do you get?
The same stupid grin.
Stupid addict.
Didn't want to be helped.
Addiction's a sign of something else missing from your life.
Yeah, but me and him were brought up exactly the same. I'm not addicted.
I mean, you know...
the old man could be a bit loose with his fists when he'd had a jar or two.
By the time I was 13, me and Stu stuck together, we could take him.
So, a happy childhood, then.
I don't know where it all went wrong.
Drugs, eh? What's the point?
They make you forget.
They make you talk funny, see things that aren't there.
My gran got all that for free when she had a stroke.
It's tough losing someone.
Yeah. It was a long time ago.
There's no need to come over all Dorothy.
Welcome to the United Kingdom.
Yesterday we were told he was improving.
The doc says sometimes it happens like this.
They look stable, then crash, bang, goodnight Irene.
The stab wound in the chest wouldn't have helped.
You what?
They took the dressings off and stabbed him in the gunshot wound,
so it would be hard to spot.
You know, there's bad, there's nasty and there's evil.
This is all 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.
Could have ordered it.
The NF firebombed Layla Dylan's flat.
We need to entertain the possibility this could be a racial killing.
Let's entertain it. Let's take it out for a prawn cocktail,
a steak and Liebfraumilch.
Then let's kick it to the gutter where it belongs.
Why are you laughing? You were supposed to be guarding him.
I've been outside that door all day.
- What, reading the "Sporting Life"? - Oh, sod off.
- Come on, then. Who went in? - Nurses. Porters.
Oh, brilliant guess, yeah. It's a hospital.
And his bird. Yeah, she called by.
Oh. His bird.
It doesn't mean it was her, does it?
His bird. The only person we know
who was there when Dipak was shot and when Dipak was stabbed.
(ENTRY BELL JANGLES)
- Go on. - Go on what?
Layla Dylan, I have a warrant here for your arrest.
That's not me.
That's not my real name. I just call myself after the music.
You'll have to get a new warrant, won't you?
So what is your real name?
Leslie Roy.
Maya's mum.
The doc says he was killed between eight and ten.
When did you visit him?
Um... about 8.30.
Straight after I left Sam's flat.
- He was still alive. - Straight after you left Sam's flat?
- She needed protection. - Well, I hope you used some.
So what was the point of visiting Dipak? He was in a coma.
I talked to him.
What did you say? "I'm going to stab you, brace yourself for the blade"?
No. I said, "Dipak, I'm pregnant with your baby."
(WHISPERS) Maya.
A chocolate bun in the oven, eh?
- That's great. - Don't think I'm pleased.
An unmarried mum with a baby that's half black. My dad'll kill me.
Oh, what does it matter what he thinks?
No, you don't understand. He will kill me.
He'll come round in the end, really.
You'll be a great mum.
Occasionally a bit hard on your daughter's boyfriend, but... you know.
These chairs are really hard. I should get you something softer.
He's freaking me out. Can we get him out of here?
I'd love nothing better. Piss off.
Why don't you do something useful? Like trying to find the real killer?
- Maya. - (STATIC AND WHISTLING)
Maya.
I met your mum, and do you know what,
when she was young, she was just like you.
And you're...
you...
Anyway, look, I know you want to move on...
...but you don't have to.
Because I'm still Sam, you know, I'm still here.
And look, it's...
Look, it's not as if you've found somebody else.
- (STATIC) - (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 leads at the community centre.
Over and out.
(SITAR MUSIC)
- (MAN) Can I help you? - I was...
(SCREAMS)
What you doing, mate? You're one of us.
What, a dyslexic, racist moron?
- You should be proud to be white. - Oh, you like 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 special needs.
- I'm arresting you. - No.
You should arrest them for all the secret meetings and the smuggling.
- Smuggling? - Yeah. Once a fortnight, regular.
- We followed 'em. - You're making it up.
No. They must be smuggling. (SNIFFS)
They'll be there tonight. The old sugar warehouse.
A lorry 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'll go round the back.
# The seagull's head is tired And when he's tired then he sings
# Hot sand
# I'm walking in the hot sand
# Makin' love on the hot sand...
What's all this, then?
Maybe it's all the stuff Amin wouldn't let them take out of Uganda.
They must have hidden them. Brothers smuggled them in here.
Right, you lot. Hold your horses.
Oi!
All this stuff's been smuggled.
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 help.
(SPLINTERING)
Oh, look! Some precious personal possessions.
Some old family heroin.
Maybe someone was using them to get the stuff in.
- Letting them unload the crates... - (GENE) They smuggled in drugs,
they fell out, he shot his brother. Simple.
(ANNIE) Sam.
OK, OK. Let's talk to Ravi and Layla again.
Ray?
Get me Toolbox. He wants to sort this his way and I'm going to let him.
No.
You've had your bloody chance.
You know, I am so sick of turning over bodies
and having to look into the face of some time-wasting dead junkie.
- Gene. - You put another hammer in my hand
and I swear I will smash somebody's skull,
and it just might be you, Tyler.
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 would hide.
Maybe.
Whether he's involved in this or not,
you have to help me find him.
And I don't know if you realise, 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'll 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 smuggling family things.
That's how we opened the record store, but...
Tell us down the station.
Well, it's a choice between me arresting you
and Toolbox killing you.
(ANNIE SCREAMS)
(SIZZLING)
(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS)
Jesus.
Now, this is going to hurt.
(ELECTRICAL FIZZING)
- Power cut. - Yeah, well, 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'll be down to you.
Should have left that bloody iron on you.
- Toolbox 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 flat. 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 listen to me.
Where's our Annie?
- (WHIMPERS) - Find Annie.
Make him talk. 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, Toolbox?
But I suppose, er...
whilst you were removing your heroin from the warehouse,
you could 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 planted her drugs.
Yeah, that's what Dipak found out and that's when...
- Jesus. - It's gonna get really messy now.
Did they hurt you? You OK?
A bit of a headache, but I'm still here.
He's alive!
Nice work, Chris.
(MUSIC: URIAH HEEP'S "TRAVELLER IN TIME")
# Every day I have to look to the sun...
It's new.
I'm only the 17th mum in Manchester to have one of these.
(PULSING)
Maya.
Maya. That's a really beautiful name.
Yeah, it is.
If I have a little girl, that's what I'll call her.
That'll be a great name.
And she'll turn out fantastic.
And she'll have... she'll have great taste in men.
After all this, she might even go and join the police.
She's not born for six months yet and you've got her left home.
Yeah, well, you know, you've got to...
You've got to let 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 talking to my baby?
Anyone would 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 should tell you what's... what's been going on with...
- Layla? - No, it's not her. It's... it's...
I can't even begin to...
- There was unfinished business. - It's really nothing to do with me.
But now it's finished. The business.
All right.
And that's all.
Goodnight, Sam. Get some sleep, eh?
(MONITOR BLEEPS)
Are you coming or what?
The plonk who was supposed to be looking after him hasn't turned up.
Don't want to lose another of the bastards, eh?
They're not a lucky family, are they?
Gene.
At the risk of coming over all "Dorothy"...
...I can help you. Everyone's traceable, even in this day and age.
I reckon we could find your brother.
I already did, Sam. Just not in time.
I'm sorry.
Well, if you can't save your own family...
Makes you wonder if we're really doing any good at all, doesn't it?
Does that really help?
D'you know what?
I reckon I could cheer him up.
(MUSIC: THIN LIZZY'S "WHISKY IN THE JAR")
I've told you once, I'll call the bloody police.
(LAUGHS)
# I saw Captain Farrell
# And his money he was countin'
# I first produced my pistol
# And then produced my rapier
# I 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, I appear to have killed a man.
- I trusted him. - So did I. We all did.
You think I'm capable of murder?
- It doesn't matter what I think. - I am not a killer!
We've got to bring you in.
- And you are? - Frank Morgan. Acting DCI.
As your boss currently languishes in a holding cell on a murder charge,
the powers that be have replaced him,
albeit temporarily, I'm sure we all hope, with me.
- Get me out. - I can't.
No, no, what you mean is you won't.