Moses Jones (2009) s01e03 Episode Script
Episode 3
Why do you think he was murdered? He was alone in the world.
No family, no friends.
He had a niece.
Really? I didn't know that.
Come with me.
Let me show you something.
I've seen the way you look at her, mate.
Like a fox in a henhouse.
What are you saying? She's an extremely sexy woman.
I don't know if you're aware of it.
FRANK: Listen, I can't have them hanging around here forever.
You follow what I'm trying to say? Yes, Frank.
I follow.
No! I can't bear it! You do not need your Uncle Gerald now.
Whatever happens, you come to me.
And I will be your uncle.
What did you do when Matthias and his men turned your life upside down? If I stick my neck out for you, they'll come after me next.
Hold her down.
Do you think I'm going to stand around and do nothing like everybody else? You think this is the way to make peace? The only way to make peace is to make war first.
PAUL: You won't get papers this way! You stay away from my people.
Hi.
You need to get out of that place.
Where do you expect me to go? Go about your business.
Do what you normally do.
Don't go to work.
I can't stop going to work, it's where I live.
Someone has been interfering with the witnesses.
Every time I talk to somebody, they get hurt.
Will you pay for a hotel? I'll square it somehow, yeah.
What makes you think I'll be any safer there? Right now, you'd be safer anywhere.
What shall I do now? What do you want to do? There's a place I go to with my friends.
It's dark and crowded.
We can blend in and talk like normal people.
It'll do us good.
I grew up in Jinja, in the north.
It was a big town but very poor.
I was flown over with a group of women.
We were given our papers and then put to work.
Who got you the papers? Who do you think? How does Matthias get you papers? The same way he got his.
He's a very well connected man.
How often is he around? From time to time.
Whenever he needs cash or a woman.
Do you know where he's living now? They don't give out their addresses, these people.
Yeah.
Right now, we're going back to the motherland.
Because in the beginning, there was Africa! Come on, dance.
No, no Come on, now.
Gerald was my only family here.
I have a little boy back home.
You have a kid? You're so young.
Yes, he is the only QPR supporter in the whole of Kampala.
He's growing big and I worry he'll soon forget who I am.
You'll make it home.
I promise.
You shouldn't make promises you cannot keep.
Ha! Yeah, yeah Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya! Yeah! Hey! MUSIC STOPS You remember Moses Jones? I remember.
Yes.
All right.
The Mutilators used to be Matthias Mutukula's favourite band.
Snappy name.
How did you come by that? None of your business.
It can't be a coincidence.
Solomon, it was your idea to talk to the police.
Do you know how Matthias Mutukula would punish his soldiers? He would form them into a line and give the man at the back a hammer.
He would knock out the teeth of the one in front.
And then give him a hammer.
For this Matthias got his medals.
So, you know him? Matthias is not someone you get to know.
Why not? Because there are so many of him.
He's an interesting bunch of guys.
Huh? Well, I'd like to know more.
Yes, I am sure.
But I have another set to play.
I don't have particularly fond memories.
Enjoy yourself.
Lonesomeness Is killing me inside He called the band the Mutilators to taunt Matthias.
Why? They were playing in Kampala decided that the Mutilators' dancer should become his wife.
The only trouble, she was already married to Solomon.
A cousin of Solomon's tried to intervene, but the soldiers dragged him off the stage while they were still playing, into the car park and shot him to death.
Every night, every day, oh Nobody knows what happened to Solomon's wife.
There are rumours.
Nobody likes to repeat them.
Where will I sleep tonight? Well, there's a hotel we use to put witnesses up in.
It's full of cops on secondment so you'll be safe there.
I'm very sorry about your uncle.
I hope your family don't blame you.
You think they must be very ashamed of me? No, I didn't say that.
Actually, they like the money.
It's one of the reasons I'm stuck here.
I better leave you to it.
Yes.
OK.
Come in.
Just for a night cap.
Come on.
I really enjoyed tonight.
I've never been to a place like that before.
Mum never really wanted to be reminded about back home.
It worried her.
Poor misunderstood Moses.
I think you are having a mid-life identity crisis after meeting all your African brothers and sisters tonight.
It's just this case.
It's a different language to me.
Well, there's Dan.
But he's pretty useless.
It's all a big adventure to him.
You need a woman, Moses.
Why don't you have somebody at your age? I'm choosy.
I'm choosy too.
You think I'm not choosy? I don't know.
I think you are a bit of a mummy's boy really.
But I don't mind.
I like mummy's boys.
Tonight, I thought we This is gonna sound silly but I thought we really connected.
I honestly didn't mean to connect with you, Moses.
You're just lonely.
Perhaps you will let me ease your loneliness.
I won't hurt you.
I'll help you.
Help take the pressure off.
Help you think straight.
Help you keep things in perspective.
Help you sleep.
And thoroughly cheer you up.
What we call a rub and tug.
Good for the soul.
Don't worry.
My hands are clean.
I don't have any diseases.
No, sorry Your uncle just died.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean You think I need reminding? No, I just I just thought you were in mourning.
I don't need to mourn.
I need to be distracted.
When I was a soldier, the shopkeepers would gives us corn meal to keep us going.
You were a soldier? Oh my goodness.
When I was a small boy, not much older than this little one here.
I ate goat-meat and matooke every day for years.
It makes you strong.
It is Matthias Mutukula.
It is him.
Didn't I say? Didn't I tell you? You are a hero.
A great soldier.
Matthias, come on.
We must go.
Go? But these are my people.
My constituency has found me.
I have been dying on the vine without the support of my brethren.
You're not my brethren.
Your constituency? Who are you? No, who are you? I know who you are.
You joined the rebels.
What? No! Boy soldiers.
Child killers! Hey, hey! That's enough.
You don't scare me.
I know where you've been, what you've done.
Child killer! Your day will come, Mutukula.
In this country, they are keen on justice.
These are not your people.
These are stupid lumps who deserve everything they get.
Bumpkins from the country.
And go back where you came from.
Child killer! Frank, is that it? No other laptops? Phones? Fax machine? You know your trouble? You watch too much television.
Turn to the right.
Now turn to the left.
You know, we've got a lot in common, you and me.
Both come up the hard way.
You see, your real East End working-class Cockney is, in fact, the white man's black man in this country.
Do you follow what I'm saying? I know what it's like.
You're saying you're really black? I'm blacker than you, son.
You're a nutcase, Frank.
I don't think you realise.
They said that about Jesus, Nietzsche and Galileo.
They said it about a lot of nutcases too.
Recognise this? Registered to you.
Had your prints all over it.
The same prints we found at Regina's.
Marvellous, innit? Recognise these? Very nice.
You should bookmark that.
Why are they on your computer? I like porn.
Who doesn't? They're not from a website.
You didn't download them.
Maybe, I dunno, you took them.
Who took them, Frank? The think is, I don't like these shaved, plastic, big-titted Barbie dolls the young kids go for I like the real things, like that.
You see, they're lovely, ain't they? Yeah.
Did you or didn't you take the photos? If only I had the time.
OK.
Take a look at this.
Looks like one of them old travelling trunks.
Don't see many these days, do ya? It's got a chip of paint on it, a teeny weeny microscopic specimen, which we traced to a skirting board in your knocking shop.
Why were your prints all over the brothel? Brothel?! I haven't heard that in years.
Sort of word my mum used to use.
Regina's.
It's a spa.
Massage.
I've got a dicky shoulder.
Due to the fact I'm a "sporting legend".
We're not saying you killed anyone.
Just admit you've been there.
You mean, admit I went to a massage parlour for a massage? For a sporting injury sustained fighting for my country? The CPS will laugh at you.
They'll say, "Where's the evidence?" Because that is circumstantial.
Dear, boys It's embarrassing! Joyce? Joyce? Joyce? Where are you? Joyce? Open the door! What time is it? I'm sorry, my mistake.
No, hold on.
You saved my life.
Get her! Hey! Stop! Hey! Hey! Get out! Out of my way! I'll kill you if you don't move now! You know, Joyce, your friendship with the police is getting dangerous.
Stop! I said, stop! Why do you want these people interfering in something they don't understand? Do you want to be deported? This time I'm going to treat you like an African.
Tell Solomon that if he wants a war, he will get it from me.
That's enough, Peter! He has a war already.
Oi! What the hell are you doing? No, don't look at him.
Look at me.
I can see your face.
Just give me your hand, give me your hand.
Hold onto that.
Hold it tight.
I'm going to get you an ambulance, OK? You can't go back to the hotel now.
You'll be like chicken in a pot.
I have nowhere to go.
You'd better stay with me.
I don't think that's very wise.
I don't think you have a choice.
Solomon, we cannot live together again.
It was a complete disaster.
I'm trying to protect you.
Everyone is trying to protect me - look at me.
Moses? He is no good to you now.
He hangs around you because you make him feel authentic.
You make him feel like he's the real thing.
People like him love to help immigrants, it gives them a sense of identity.
I don't care about any of that.
Shit.
What happened? I'll tell you later.
Tell me now.
Please tell me.
I need to know about this.
Back off, detective.
Cos right now you're not in anybody's good books.
Come outside.
I want to talk to you outside.
How do you think they found her? Because they followed you! What are you doing? No, no Shh Just come over here and talk to me.
Shh, don't make a fuss.
Do you think we should shut up and take our medicine like good children because we are too ashamed to draw attention to our African skins? Or we are too frightened to raise our voices because in the eyes of the world we're all troublemakers like Matthias now.
Oh, those terrible immigrants with their funny wars.
They're so violent, they're terrorists.
Don't talk to me like I'm some ignorant coconut! Then don't you act like one.
You don't have a voice because you don't have papers, Solomon.
Yeah.
What - you think I didn't know? Joy is the only reason I don't turn you in to Immigration right now.
You are like a eunuch in a harem! Can't you understand this? Because she is more trouble and more fun than you will ever know.
Look - it's a clearly orchestrated campaign of violence and terror.
Perhaps we should be talking to the Foreign Office.
Talking to the Secret Service.
Widen the net If they'll let us.
Let you? What does that mean? From the start of this investigation, we've had no help from above.
Every lead we turn up you've discounted.
I'm beginning to think the hierarchy don't want us to arrest Matthias.
Listen Intelligence have been across it from the start.
But it's complicated.
They're "across" it? They've offered up a name.
He's now an MP.
Roger Dankworth.
Used to be in the ambassador's office in Kampala.
You butter him up and he might be able to tell you something.
Look, we all hear these stories from time to time.
Everybody in the diplomatic corps knows somebody who somebody else claims has terror links.
Thank you.
There's always rumours.
He may have links with the LRA.
Operative word - may.
He may also have links with the Women's Institute and Bobo the Clown, but where's the evidence? Why was he kicked out of the cabinet? He antagonised foreign investors.
He wanted Africans to control the economy.
The usual shit.
It was embarrassing for everybody Not just us.
What are you saying? Did you have a hand in his removal to London? Mutukula started life as a child soldier in Milton Obote's rebel army.
Obote was madder than Amin.
When Mutukula was finally removed from the cabinet, he was vulnerable to anyone who wanted revenge.
We had to do something.
Listen, Matthias is not a bad man.
He was very popular with his people and he stood up for his constituency.
People loved him for kicking out the foreigners and giving them their businesses.
Of course they did, grow up.
That Moses Jones is all over me like a nasty rash.
Be cool.
They are very stupid, these detectives.
Do you know what happened to Joy's uncle? Come on, Matthias, I am asking you.
What do you know that I don't? I know a lot of things you don't, Frank.
I am very well educated.
Shut up! Listen, we are in deep shit here and if you don't stop fannying around and tell me what's going on, I am going to knock you spark out.
What am I involved in? Are you hungry? Let's go eat and I will tell you my plan.
I don't want to hear your plan.
I have thought of a way to defeat these bullies.
Really? And I don't want to know.
They will not knock at our door if there is no door.
Bitches.
Stupid bitches.
Look what you made me do! Bitches! Look what you made me do! Prostitute bitches.
Look what you made me do.
No, help! Help! Someone, please, help me! Help! Heeeeeeelp! What the fuck have you done?! Go away, please.
What the bloody hell happened, you pitiless bastard? You killed one of the girls.
Turn that off.
I said, turn it off! Have you got anything to say for yourself? You loaf around eating Mungo peas watching Songs Of Praise then suddenly this happens.
You do things your way, I do things my way.
This is London.
Don't mess with me, Frank.
I am not the person to be messing with right now.
What are you going to do about it, hey? Don't push me.
I'm pushing you, pal.
This is me pushing you.
What are you going to do? You should know I went a round with Muhammad Ali.
Really? One whole round? It must have been a fucking short one.
Hello.
Yeah.
Hello, Joy.
I have nowhere to live, nowhere to work.
Give us a moment, please.
I'm right back where I started.
Sometimes I think I will never be happy.
You will, one day.
It just takes .
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incredible determination.
Yes, I know.
I was happy once.
When I had my little boy.
When I first met Solomon.
When I first got here.
When I had my friends around.
When my friend Lita was alive.
She could make me forget about all of this.
You see, there have been so many deaths in our lives.
But as I get older, it's all I can think about.
Listen, this will help you sleep.
You can have the sofa bed in my office and tomorrow we'll find you another job.
You can't help me now.
No-one can help me.
I know how this is going to end.
The way it always ends for women like me.
Don't.
You are just very tired.
And very sad and frightened.
It is all too much and that's absolutely fine.
It's allowed.
I don't want to get you into any more trouble.
What can they do to us now? They've done their very best.
I don't know who I am any more.
I don't know who I am.
You're trying to be all things to all people.
You're like your father was.
He was obsessed with Matthias Mutukula.
Why? Matthias, Matthias, Matthias! Huh! People don't talk about this stuff any more.
People want to forget.
Why should I remember? Why is it my responsibility? Why should he be remembered for destroying the lives of all those people? He's the reason we had to leave.
What? He made your father's life hell.
Your father treated a young woman who was bleeding in childbirth.
Nobody could stop the bleeding.
She was brought into Mulago and your father stopped the bleeding.
She was Matthias' sister.
Matthias was very young then, but powerful.
He offered your father a new car.
A Mercedes.
Your father said no.
"No way!" Then he offered him a house, for saving his sister's life.
When your father still refused, he was put on a list and asked to leave.
Your father never really recovered.
It broke his heart.
What are you looking at me like that for? Because my brain is on fire! You spent 25 years hoovering the bloody city all because of Matthias! He was a very strange man, Moses.
They should lock him away until he rots! We are not a vengeful people, Moses.
No.
Not vengeful enough.
Excuse me.
Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to welcome a very special guest.
He used to come and see us play back in the day.
He's a big fan and he took a big shine to us then.
"Obsessive", you could say.
And tonight he's back for more.
Let me give him some light.
Ladies and gentleman, the former Minister for Disaster Preparedness and Refugees, rebel, killer .
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Matthias Mutukula.
Matthias, I'm giving you just one warning.
You don't deserve to see me play! Because there are some things that are sacred.
Out of my way! I sacrificed everything for an industrialised socialist Africa.
A strong, prosperous nation.
And this is how I'm treated! I can't go anywhere! I can't go shopping I try to take an interest in the community and this is how I'm treated.
I can't even listen to my fucking music! Child killer.
I will find you.
You idiot.
Why do you do these things? Are you mad?! He will never hear another note from me in his lifetime.
Nobody will now.
Nobody will.
You know what he's going to do.
You can't fight him on your own.
You have to tell Moses.
Moses, Moses, Moses.
He's all you ever talk about.
You stupid man.
Why is everything so personal? So you think it's not personal? We can't go home.
We can't stay here.
Our friends and family are attacked.
We don't belong anywhere now.
We live here on the breadline.
Different world, same breadline.
It's hard for us, I know.
Always, for us! So why is that not personal? Matthias Mutukula? No.
You are mistaken.
My name is Matthew Cooper.
I'm a businessman.
IN DIALECT: I know who you are.
I was a soldier! IN DIALECT: A taste of your own medicine! I was a soldier! A soldier! I was a soldier.
I was a soldier! MATTHIAS: We are in perpetual exodus, brothers.
Never at peace, never to rest.
Like the Israelites to the promised land, we must put all our troubles behind us and find refuge.
Matthias, what a surprise.
But I don't really understand I have chosen your beautiful Church of the Holy Innocents as my last refuge in this world, Father! I have come in search of sanctuary.
From now it's work.
We are simply doing housework.
Eliminating free-radicals.
Taking care of business.
When I'm talking to my woman Homesickness When I'm talking to my boss Homesickness Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Solomon! Where are you? Moses, it's Joy.
JOY: Look, I can't find Solomon.
He's disappeared.
I need your help.
Please call me as soon Where are you? Eh! My good, good, old friend, Mr Solomon.
Welcome! It is such an honour! Would you like some Fanta? You think I would poison you? You are so old-fashioned! People do not poison each other any more.
But just for you, I'll observe the custom.
It's good, isn't it? It is all I drink now.
Before, I was a Always in the bars and nightclubs.
As I'm sure you remember.
I had a passion for your music.
Eh, eh! And the dancers.
Do you remember? Relax, brother Solomon.
I brought you here because I wanted to ask for your help.
I know you may not be in the mood right now.
You want to ask for my help? It might be a long wait.
Where's it going to end? It's never going to end.
Pull the second half.
Oh, right, yeah.
Yeah, I'm here.
Thanks, sweetheart.
Painted me as beautiful as you, have you? Oh, not you again! A man has been abducted.
We believe he will be dead soon.
We need your help to find him or you will be charged with his murder.
Look, I'm at work.
Now go away.
Frank, there are two ways that we can do this - the shit way or the good way.
So here's the deal.
A woman died in a brothel fire.
Barbecued alive in her bed.
Not your usual style, is it, Frank? You better think very hard about who it is you're protecting.
Because they're not worth it, Costello.
They are NOT worth it.
Where is Matthias Mutukula hiding? You can't protect him now, Frank.
He's too crazy.
You do understand that, don't you? Look, to be honest, I don't know what to say to you.
I don't know where to start.
You got an address? I call it mixing cement.
You are a very dangerous fellow.
But you are influential in the community.
People listen to your Messianic outbursts.
My friend, they have already made up their mind about you.
Then you must change their minds.
But first .
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I must change yours.
What I am asking you is to learn to forgive.
Why is this wrong to you? It is wrong, Matthias .
.
because you raped my wife.
That's them.
Man, what the fuck are these boys up to? She was seen, you know .
.
at Simba barracks, tied up like I am now.
Some crimes are so terrible, there can be no vengeance, only reconciliation.
She was kept at the barracks for months.
That is propaganda! She died alone and diseased in a Kampala hospice where nobody SHOUTING: gave a damn about her! And now no-one understands you here.
Isn't that right? No-one understands your plight.
Not a soul in the world understands your broken heart.
But I do.
I understand you, Solomon.
I understand everything.
Let it out.
Let it out.
I understand.
Let this be our redemption.
You see? This is why you were thrown out of the Cabinet.
And why Peter and Paul were thrown out of the army.
You, you are an embarrassment.
You killed Gerald Okoya because he knew what you were and he wouldn't keep quiet.
One single, lone dissident voice and you had to silence it.
Argh! I'll kill you! There you are! The real Matthias! At last! Hey! Turn up the music! Bang, bang! Hello, Detective.
You are quite late, I think.
I have many friends named Moses.
And what a beautiful round face you have.
Your father was from the West Nile, I think, just like me.
Eh, you know he knew me? Yeah, I know.
He knew exactly who YOU were.
I like a man who can bear a grudge! You are your father's son.
I can tell.
I love you almost as much as my own children already! What the fuck is going on here? I have come to live with my brother, the Reverend Freddy Bone because he is the heavyweight champion of all matters spiritual and philosophical, and he is my protector and I am his.
Matthias, please, let's sit down and discuss this properly.
Agreed.
Matthias, just listen to us, please.
Mutukula to you, little musuku, call me "Mr Mutukula," if you don't mind.
Mr Mutukula "Mr Mutukula"? He will learn! Scotland Yard and the Metropolitan Police are interested in speaking with you in connection with the murder of Gerald Okoya, who was found dismembered and mutilated in the Thames.
Are you listening to me? Is he dead? Are you sure? I'm only joking with you! Why did you kill him? Why did you kill him? Who else did you kill? Gerald Okoya died only once.
Explain.
Everybody dies once.
If a thousand people die, they die only once.
If I kill you .
.
you die only once.
Gerald Okoya was a spy for Yoweri Museveni's Secret Police.
He was sent to poison me with the radioactive tip of an umbrella.
I surgically removed his hands and feet and sewed them back together so that his spirit could not escape and crawl back up the river bank to walk amongst us like the undead.
Matthias, stop it! I will not tolerate this nonsense in my church! I need urgent backup, immediate response Put that radio down or I will slice off his head! I said stop! Listen to me! Matthias, Matthias! We have armed police on their way.
Matthias, brother, enough.
It is never enough! You will get us all killed.
Solomon, put it down.
You don't want to go to jailfor this.
Solomon, this isn't you, brother.
You're not a killer.
You do not tell me who I am, Detective .
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until you know who you are.
Brother, what did I say about forgiveness? Do you not believe in redemption? This .
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is your redemption! Do you know what this animal did to my wife? I didn't kill her! I know you did not kill her.
It's OK, it's OK.
I've got you.
I've got you now.
You're a friend of Dolly? Where are you from, friend? I was staying with her.
But now I have my own place in Forest Gate.
No, where are you from? I'm from London.
I'm a Londoner.
Great.
You'll need a uniform.
When can you start? Whenever you like! All right? Hi.
It's good to see you again.
You look well.
Less worried perhaps.
When I've earned enough money I'll go home.
My son's growing old without me.
If anybody deserves to be happy, it's you.
So, I wanted to give you some good news.
Solomon got his papers.
He can stay.
I don't know what to say! It was a long court case and Solomon was an attractive witness.
We needed him to stay in the country, so the Home Office was in no position to argue.
It'll do him good to feel wanted.
Costello got three years for living off immoral earnings.
Good.
He was lucky.
The BBC cancelled his contract.
That'll teach him.
He's in talks with Channel 4 now.
And the others? Matthias was diagnosed with schizophrenia while he was on remand.
Now, there's a surprise.
His lawyers said that he was mad and wanted to send him to Broadmoor.
The Home Office said he was bad and wanted to send him home.
The jury decided he was both.
He got 30 years in Belmarsh, non-parole.
Peter and Paul went with him.
Dan told the press it was a victory for good old-fashioned police work.
That's really funny! He was promoted to Detective Inspector.
Where's my promotion? You embarrassed them.
They embarrassed themselves.
Do you think Matthias was evil? It suited people to think so.
Everybody needs a bogeyman.
And Matthias was ours.
I've always thought you were an extremelyspecial woman.
It was hard for me to do my job.
It was hard for me to do mine.
Very distracting.
You are too, I think.
No family, no friends.
He had a niece.
Really? I didn't know that.
Come with me.
Let me show you something.
I've seen the way you look at her, mate.
Like a fox in a henhouse.
What are you saying? She's an extremely sexy woman.
I don't know if you're aware of it.
FRANK: Listen, I can't have them hanging around here forever.
You follow what I'm trying to say? Yes, Frank.
I follow.
No! I can't bear it! You do not need your Uncle Gerald now.
Whatever happens, you come to me.
And I will be your uncle.
What did you do when Matthias and his men turned your life upside down? If I stick my neck out for you, they'll come after me next.
Hold her down.
Do you think I'm going to stand around and do nothing like everybody else? You think this is the way to make peace? The only way to make peace is to make war first.
PAUL: You won't get papers this way! You stay away from my people.
Hi.
You need to get out of that place.
Where do you expect me to go? Go about your business.
Do what you normally do.
Don't go to work.
I can't stop going to work, it's where I live.
Someone has been interfering with the witnesses.
Every time I talk to somebody, they get hurt.
Will you pay for a hotel? I'll square it somehow, yeah.
What makes you think I'll be any safer there? Right now, you'd be safer anywhere.
What shall I do now? What do you want to do? There's a place I go to with my friends.
It's dark and crowded.
We can blend in and talk like normal people.
It'll do us good.
I grew up in Jinja, in the north.
It was a big town but very poor.
I was flown over with a group of women.
We were given our papers and then put to work.
Who got you the papers? Who do you think? How does Matthias get you papers? The same way he got his.
He's a very well connected man.
How often is he around? From time to time.
Whenever he needs cash or a woman.
Do you know where he's living now? They don't give out their addresses, these people.
Yeah.
Right now, we're going back to the motherland.
Because in the beginning, there was Africa! Come on, dance.
No, no Come on, now.
Gerald was my only family here.
I have a little boy back home.
You have a kid? You're so young.
Yes, he is the only QPR supporter in the whole of Kampala.
He's growing big and I worry he'll soon forget who I am.
You'll make it home.
I promise.
You shouldn't make promises you cannot keep.
Ha! Yeah, yeah Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya! Yeah! Hey! MUSIC STOPS You remember Moses Jones? I remember.
Yes.
All right.
The Mutilators used to be Matthias Mutukula's favourite band.
Snappy name.
How did you come by that? None of your business.
It can't be a coincidence.
Solomon, it was your idea to talk to the police.
Do you know how Matthias Mutukula would punish his soldiers? He would form them into a line and give the man at the back a hammer.
He would knock out the teeth of the one in front.
And then give him a hammer.
For this Matthias got his medals.
So, you know him? Matthias is not someone you get to know.
Why not? Because there are so many of him.
He's an interesting bunch of guys.
Huh? Well, I'd like to know more.
Yes, I am sure.
But I have another set to play.
I don't have particularly fond memories.
Enjoy yourself.
Lonesomeness Is killing me inside He called the band the Mutilators to taunt Matthias.
Why? They were playing in Kampala decided that the Mutilators' dancer should become his wife.
The only trouble, she was already married to Solomon.
A cousin of Solomon's tried to intervene, but the soldiers dragged him off the stage while they were still playing, into the car park and shot him to death.
Every night, every day, oh Nobody knows what happened to Solomon's wife.
There are rumours.
Nobody likes to repeat them.
Where will I sleep tonight? Well, there's a hotel we use to put witnesses up in.
It's full of cops on secondment so you'll be safe there.
I'm very sorry about your uncle.
I hope your family don't blame you.
You think they must be very ashamed of me? No, I didn't say that.
Actually, they like the money.
It's one of the reasons I'm stuck here.
I better leave you to it.
Yes.
OK.
Come in.
Just for a night cap.
Come on.
I really enjoyed tonight.
I've never been to a place like that before.
Mum never really wanted to be reminded about back home.
It worried her.
Poor misunderstood Moses.
I think you are having a mid-life identity crisis after meeting all your African brothers and sisters tonight.
It's just this case.
It's a different language to me.
Well, there's Dan.
But he's pretty useless.
It's all a big adventure to him.
You need a woman, Moses.
Why don't you have somebody at your age? I'm choosy.
I'm choosy too.
You think I'm not choosy? I don't know.
I think you are a bit of a mummy's boy really.
But I don't mind.
I like mummy's boys.
Tonight, I thought we This is gonna sound silly but I thought we really connected.
I honestly didn't mean to connect with you, Moses.
You're just lonely.
Perhaps you will let me ease your loneliness.
I won't hurt you.
I'll help you.
Help take the pressure off.
Help you think straight.
Help you keep things in perspective.
Help you sleep.
And thoroughly cheer you up.
What we call a rub and tug.
Good for the soul.
Don't worry.
My hands are clean.
I don't have any diseases.
No, sorry Your uncle just died.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean You think I need reminding? No, I just I just thought you were in mourning.
I don't need to mourn.
I need to be distracted.
When I was a soldier, the shopkeepers would gives us corn meal to keep us going.
You were a soldier? Oh my goodness.
When I was a small boy, not much older than this little one here.
I ate goat-meat and matooke every day for years.
It makes you strong.
It is Matthias Mutukula.
It is him.
Didn't I say? Didn't I tell you? You are a hero.
A great soldier.
Matthias, come on.
We must go.
Go? But these are my people.
My constituency has found me.
I have been dying on the vine without the support of my brethren.
You're not my brethren.
Your constituency? Who are you? No, who are you? I know who you are.
You joined the rebels.
What? No! Boy soldiers.
Child killers! Hey, hey! That's enough.
You don't scare me.
I know where you've been, what you've done.
Child killer! Your day will come, Mutukula.
In this country, they are keen on justice.
These are not your people.
These are stupid lumps who deserve everything they get.
Bumpkins from the country.
And go back where you came from.
Child killer! Frank, is that it? No other laptops? Phones? Fax machine? You know your trouble? You watch too much television.
Turn to the right.
Now turn to the left.
You know, we've got a lot in common, you and me.
Both come up the hard way.
You see, your real East End working-class Cockney is, in fact, the white man's black man in this country.
Do you follow what I'm saying? I know what it's like.
You're saying you're really black? I'm blacker than you, son.
You're a nutcase, Frank.
I don't think you realise.
They said that about Jesus, Nietzsche and Galileo.
They said it about a lot of nutcases too.
Recognise this? Registered to you.
Had your prints all over it.
The same prints we found at Regina's.
Marvellous, innit? Recognise these? Very nice.
You should bookmark that.
Why are they on your computer? I like porn.
Who doesn't? They're not from a website.
You didn't download them.
Maybe, I dunno, you took them.
Who took them, Frank? The think is, I don't like these shaved, plastic, big-titted Barbie dolls the young kids go for I like the real things, like that.
You see, they're lovely, ain't they? Yeah.
Did you or didn't you take the photos? If only I had the time.
OK.
Take a look at this.
Looks like one of them old travelling trunks.
Don't see many these days, do ya? It's got a chip of paint on it, a teeny weeny microscopic specimen, which we traced to a skirting board in your knocking shop.
Why were your prints all over the brothel? Brothel?! I haven't heard that in years.
Sort of word my mum used to use.
Regina's.
It's a spa.
Massage.
I've got a dicky shoulder.
Due to the fact I'm a "sporting legend".
We're not saying you killed anyone.
Just admit you've been there.
You mean, admit I went to a massage parlour for a massage? For a sporting injury sustained fighting for my country? The CPS will laugh at you.
They'll say, "Where's the evidence?" Because that is circumstantial.
Dear, boys It's embarrassing! Joyce? Joyce? Joyce? Where are you? Joyce? Open the door! What time is it? I'm sorry, my mistake.
No, hold on.
You saved my life.
Get her! Hey! Stop! Hey! Hey! Get out! Out of my way! I'll kill you if you don't move now! You know, Joyce, your friendship with the police is getting dangerous.
Stop! I said, stop! Why do you want these people interfering in something they don't understand? Do you want to be deported? This time I'm going to treat you like an African.
Tell Solomon that if he wants a war, he will get it from me.
That's enough, Peter! He has a war already.
Oi! What the hell are you doing? No, don't look at him.
Look at me.
I can see your face.
Just give me your hand, give me your hand.
Hold onto that.
Hold it tight.
I'm going to get you an ambulance, OK? You can't go back to the hotel now.
You'll be like chicken in a pot.
I have nowhere to go.
You'd better stay with me.
I don't think that's very wise.
I don't think you have a choice.
Solomon, we cannot live together again.
It was a complete disaster.
I'm trying to protect you.
Everyone is trying to protect me - look at me.
Moses? He is no good to you now.
He hangs around you because you make him feel authentic.
You make him feel like he's the real thing.
People like him love to help immigrants, it gives them a sense of identity.
I don't care about any of that.
Shit.
What happened? I'll tell you later.
Tell me now.
Please tell me.
I need to know about this.
Back off, detective.
Cos right now you're not in anybody's good books.
Come outside.
I want to talk to you outside.
How do you think they found her? Because they followed you! What are you doing? No, no Shh Just come over here and talk to me.
Shh, don't make a fuss.
Do you think we should shut up and take our medicine like good children because we are too ashamed to draw attention to our African skins? Or we are too frightened to raise our voices because in the eyes of the world we're all troublemakers like Matthias now.
Oh, those terrible immigrants with their funny wars.
They're so violent, they're terrorists.
Don't talk to me like I'm some ignorant coconut! Then don't you act like one.
You don't have a voice because you don't have papers, Solomon.
Yeah.
What - you think I didn't know? Joy is the only reason I don't turn you in to Immigration right now.
You are like a eunuch in a harem! Can't you understand this? Because she is more trouble and more fun than you will ever know.
Look - it's a clearly orchestrated campaign of violence and terror.
Perhaps we should be talking to the Foreign Office.
Talking to the Secret Service.
Widen the net If they'll let us.
Let you? What does that mean? From the start of this investigation, we've had no help from above.
Every lead we turn up you've discounted.
I'm beginning to think the hierarchy don't want us to arrest Matthias.
Listen Intelligence have been across it from the start.
But it's complicated.
They're "across" it? They've offered up a name.
He's now an MP.
Roger Dankworth.
Used to be in the ambassador's office in Kampala.
You butter him up and he might be able to tell you something.
Look, we all hear these stories from time to time.
Everybody in the diplomatic corps knows somebody who somebody else claims has terror links.
Thank you.
There's always rumours.
He may have links with the LRA.
Operative word - may.
He may also have links with the Women's Institute and Bobo the Clown, but where's the evidence? Why was he kicked out of the cabinet? He antagonised foreign investors.
He wanted Africans to control the economy.
The usual shit.
It was embarrassing for everybody Not just us.
What are you saying? Did you have a hand in his removal to London? Mutukula started life as a child soldier in Milton Obote's rebel army.
Obote was madder than Amin.
When Mutukula was finally removed from the cabinet, he was vulnerable to anyone who wanted revenge.
We had to do something.
Listen, Matthias is not a bad man.
He was very popular with his people and he stood up for his constituency.
People loved him for kicking out the foreigners and giving them their businesses.
Of course they did, grow up.
That Moses Jones is all over me like a nasty rash.
Be cool.
They are very stupid, these detectives.
Do you know what happened to Joy's uncle? Come on, Matthias, I am asking you.
What do you know that I don't? I know a lot of things you don't, Frank.
I am very well educated.
Shut up! Listen, we are in deep shit here and if you don't stop fannying around and tell me what's going on, I am going to knock you spark out.
What am I involved in? Are you hungry? Let's go eat and I will tell you my plan.
I don't want to hear your plan.
I have thought of a way to defeat these bullies.
Really? And I don't want to know.
They will not knock at our door if there is no door.
Bitches.
Stupid bitches.
Look what you made me do! Bitches! Look what you made me do! Prostitute bitches.
Look what you made me do.
No, help! Help! Someone, please, help me! Help! Heeeeeeelp! What the fuck have you done?! Go away, please.
What the bloody hell happened, you pitiless bastard? You killed one of the girls.
Turn that off.
I said, turn it off! Have you got anything to say for yourself? You loaf around eating Mungo peas watching Songs Of Praise then suddenly this happens.
You do things your way, I do things my way.
This is London.
Don't mess with me, Frank.
I am not the person to be messing with right now.
What are you going to do about it, hey? Don't push me.
I'm pushing you, pal.
This is me pushing you.
What are you going to do? You should know I went a round with Muhammad Ali.
Really? One whole round? It must have been a fucking short one.
Hello.
Yeah.
Hello, Joy.
I have nowhere to live, nowhere to work.
Give us a moment, please.
I'm right back where I started.
Sometimes I think I will never be happy.
You will, one day.
It just takes .
.
incredible determination.
Yes, I know.
I was happy once.
When I had my little boy.
When I first met Solomon.
When I first got here.
When I had my friends around.
When my friend Lita was alive.
She could make me forget about all of this.
You see, there have been so many deaths in our lives.
But as I get older, it's all I can think about.
Listen, this will help you sleep.
You can have the sofa bed in my office and tomorrow we'll find you another job.
You can't help me now.
No-one can help me.
I know how this is going to end.
The way it always ends for women like me.
Don't.
You are just very tired.
And very sad and frightened.
It is all too much and that's absolutely fine.
It's allowed.
I don't want to get you into any more trouble.
What can they do to us now? They've done their very best.
I don't know who I am any more.
I don't know who I am.
You're trying to be all things to all people.
You're like your father was.
He was obsessed with Matthias Mutukula.
Why? Matthias, Matthias, Matthias! Huh! People don't talk about this stuff any more.
People want to forget.
Why should I remember? Why is it my responsibility? Why should he be remembered for destroying the lives of all those people? He's the reason we had to leave.
What? He made your father's life hell.
Your father treated a young woman who was bleeding in childbirth.
Nobody could stop the bleeding.
She was brought into Mulago and your father stopped the bleeding.
She was Matthias' sister.
Matthias was very young then, but powerful.
He offered your father a new car.
A Mercedes.
Your father said no.
"No way!" Then he offered him a house, for saving his sister's life.
When your father still refused, he was put on a list and asked to leave.
Your father never really recovered.
It broke his heart.
What are you looking at me like that for? Because my brain is on fire! You spent 25 years hoovering the bloody city all because of Matthias! He was a very strange man, Moses.
They should lock him away until he rots! We are not a vengeful people, Moses.
No.
Not vengeful enough.
Excuse me.
Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to welcome a very special guest.
He used to come and see us play back in the day.
He's a big fan and he took a big shine to us then.
"Obsessive", you could say.
And tonight he's back for more.
Let me give him some light.
Ladies and gentleman, the former Minister for Disaster Preparedness and Refugees, rebel, killer .
.
Matthias Mutukula.
Matthias, I'm giving you just one warning.
You don't deserve to see me play! Because there are some things that are sacred.
Out of my way! I sacrificed everything for an industrialised socialist Africa.
A strong, prosperous nation.
And this is how I'm treated! I can't go anywhere! I can't go shopping I try to take an interest in the community and this is how I'm treated.
I can't even listen to my fucking music! Child killer.
I will find you.
You idiot.
Why do you do these things? Are you mad?! He will never hear another note from me in his lifetime.
Nobody will now.
Nobody will.
You know what he's going to do.
You can't fight him on your own.
You have to tell Moses.
Moses, Moses, Moses.
He's all you ever talk about.
You stupid man.
Why is everything so personal? So you think it's not personal? We can't go home.
We can't stay here.
Our friends and family are attacked.
We don't belong anywhere now.
We live here on the breadline.
Different world, same breadline.
It's hard for us, I know.
Always, for us! So why is that not personal? Matthias Mutukula? No.
You are mistaken.
My name is Matthew Cooper.
I'm a businessman.
IN DIALECT: I know who you are.
I was a soldier! IN DIALECT: A taste of your own medicine! I was a soldier! A soldier! I was a soldier.
I was a soldier! MATTHIAS: We are in perpetual exodus, brothers.
Never at peace, never to rest.
Like the Israelites to the promised land, we must put all our troubles behind us and find refuge.
Matthias, what a surprise.
But I don't really understand I have chosen your beautiful Church of the Holy Innocents as my last refuge in this world, Father! I have come in search of sanctuary.
From now it's work.
We are simply doing housework.
Eliminating free-radicals.
Taking care of business.
When I'm talking to my woman Homesickness When I'm talking to my boss Homesickness Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Solomon! Where are you? Moses, it's Joy.
JOY: Look, I can't find Solomon.
He's disappeared.
I need your help.
Please call me as soon Where are you? Eh! My good, good, old friend, Mr Solomon.
Welcome! It is such an honour! Would you like some Fanta? You think I would poison you? You are so old-fashioned! People do not poison each other any more.
But just for you, I'll observe the custom.
It's good, isn't it? It is all I drink now.
Before, I was a Always in the bars and nightclubs.
As I'm sure you remember.
I had a passion for your music.
Eh, eh! And the dancers.
Do you remember? Relax, brother Solomon.
I brought you here because I wanted to ask for your help.
I know you may not be in the mood right now.
You want to ask for my help? It might be a long wait.
Where's it going to end? It's never going to end.
Pull the second half.
Oh, right, yeah.
Yeah, I'm here.
Thanks, sweetheart.
Painted me as beautiful as you, have you? Oh, not you again! A man has been abducted.
We believe he will be dead soon.
We need your help to find him or you will be charged with his murder.
Look, I'm at work.
Now go away.
Frank, there are two ways that we can do this - the shit way or the good way.
So here's the deal.
A woman died in a brothel fire.
Barbecued alive in her bed.
Not your usual style, is it, Frank? You better think very hard about who it is you're protecting.
Because they're not worth it, Costello.
They are NOT worth it.
Where is Matthias Mutukula hiding? You can't protect him now, Frank.
He's too crazy.
You do understand that, don't you? Look, to be honest, I don't know what to say to you.
I don't know where to start.
You got an address? I call it mixing cement.
You are a very dangerous fellow.
But you are influential in the community.
People listen to your Messianic outbursts.
My friend, they have already made up their mind about you.
Then you must change their minds.
But first .
.
I must change yours.
What I am asking you is to learn to forgive.
Why is this wrong to you? It is wrong, Matthias .
.
because you raped my wife.
That's them.
Man, what the fuck are these boys up to? She was seen, you know .
.
at Simba barracks, tied up like I am now.
Some crimes are so terrible, there can be no vengeance, only reconciliation.
She was kept at the barracks for months.
That is propaganda! She died alone and diseased in a Kampala hospice where nobody SHOUTING: gave a damn about her! And now no-one understands you here.
Isn't that right? No-one understands your plight.
Not a soul in the world understands your broken heart.
But I do.
I understand you, Solomon.
I understand everything.
Let it out.
Let it out.
I understand.
Let this be our redemption.
You see? This is why you were thrown out of the Cabinet.
And why Peter and Paul were thrown out of the army.
You, you are an embarrassment.
You killed Gerald Okoya because he knew what you were and he wouldn't keep quiet.
One single, lone dissident voice and you had to silence it.
Argh! I'll kill you! There you are! The real Matthias! At last! Hey! Turn up the music! Bang, bang! Hello, Detective.
You are quite late, I think.
I have many friends named Moses.
And what a beautiful round face you have.
Your father was from the West Nile, I think, just like me.
Eh, you know he knew me? Yeah, I know.
He knew exactly who YOU were.
I like a man who can bear a grudge! You are your father's son.
I can tell.
I love you almost as much as my own children already! What the fuck is going on here? I have come to live with my brother, the Reverend Freddy Bone because he is the heavyweight champion of all matters spiritual and philosophical, and he is my protector and I am his.
Matthias, please, let's sit down and discuss this properly.
Agreed.
Matthias, just listen to us, please.
Mutukula to you, little musuku, call me "Mr Mutukula," if you don't mind.
Mr Mutukula "Mr Mutukula"? He will learn! Scotland Yard and the Metropolitan Police are interested in speaking with you in connection with the murder of Gerald Okoya, who was found dismembered and mutilated in the Thames.
Are you listening to me? Is he dead? Are you sure? I'm only joking with you! Why did you kill him? Why did you kill him? Who else did you kill? Gerald Okoya died only once.
Explain.
Everybody dies once.
If a thousand people die, they die only once.
If I kill you .
.
you die only once.
Gerald Okoya was a spy for Yoweri Museveni's Secret Police.
He was sent to poison me with the radioactive tip of an umbrella.
I surgically removed his hands and feet and sewed them back together so that his spirit could not escape and crawl back up the river bank to walk amongst us like the undead.
Matthias, stop it! I will not tolerate this nonsense in my church! I need urgent backup, immediate response Put that radio down or I will slice off his head! I said stop! Listen to me! Matthias, Matthias! We have armed police on their way.
Matthias, brother, enough.
It is never enough! You will get us all killed.
Solomon, put it down.
You don't want to go to jailfor this.
Solomon, this isn't you, brother.
You're not a killer.
You do not tell me who I am, Detective .
.
until you know who you are.
Brother, what did I say about forgiveness? Do you not believe in redemption? This .
.
is your redemption! Do you know what this animal did to my wife? I didn't kill her! I know you did not kill her.
It's OK, it's OK.
I've got you.
I've got you now.
You're a friend of Dolly? Where are you from, friend? I was staying with her.
But now I have my own place in Forest Gate.
No, where are you from? I'm from London.
I'm a Londoner.
Great.
You'll need a uniform.
When can you start? Whenever you like! All right? Hi.
It's good to see you again.
You look well.
Less worried perhaps.
When I've earned enough money I'll go home.
My son's growing old without me.
If anybody deserves to be happy, it's you.
So, I wanted to give you some good news.
Solomon got his papers.
He can stay.
I don't know what to say! It was a long court case and Solomon was an attractive witness.
We needed him to stay in the country, so the Home Office was in no position to argue.
It'll do him good to feel wanted.
Costello got three years for living off immoral earnings.
Good.
He was lucky.
The BBC cancelled his contract.
That'll teach him.
He's in talks with Channel 4 now.
And the others? Matthias was diagnosed with schizophrenia while he was on remand.
Now, there's a surprise.
His lawyers said that he was mad and wanted to send him to Broadmoor.
The Home Office said he was bad and wanted to send him home.
The jury decided he was both.
He got 30 years in Belmarsh, non-parole.
Peter and Paul went with him.
Dan told the press it was a victory for good old-fashioned police work.
That's really funny! He was promoted to Detective Inspector.
Where's my promotion? You embarrassed them.
They embarrassed themselves.
Do you think Matthias was evil? It suited people to think so.
Everybody needs a bogeyman.
And Matthias was ours.
I've always thought you were an extremelyspecial woman.
It was hard for me to do my job.
It was hard for me to do mine.
Very distracting.
You are too, I think.