The Thin Blue Line s02e02 Episode Script
Ism Ism Ism
Good evening, everybody.
Never judge a book by its cover, Particularly if that cover quotes an obscure journal Claiming it to be the best book ever written.
I made that mistake recently And found myself reading a book about drugs and sex, Which are scarcely suitable subjects for fiction.
If I hadn't been on a stopping train to Aberystwyth, I should have cast the thing aside unread.
Appearances, as we shall see, Are like bus timetables Often highly misleading.
( theme music playing ) Raymond, there's something I need to discuss with you.
I see.
And are you addressing me as your commanding officer, - Or as your boyfriend? - Does it make a difference? Certainly it makes a difference.
The public pays me to be your commanding officer, It does not pay me to be your boyfriend.
If you were to ask me a boyfriend question like, "I think I've left the gas on at home, what shall I do?" I should feel unable to answer until lunchtime.
By which time our house would have exploded.
Making it a police matter with which I would feel justified In dealing on police time.
I see.
Well, I suppose this is a matter of advice.
And I would like you to answer partly as my commander, And partly as my boyfriend.
Good, well that seems simple enough.
I shall give you my police answer now, For which of course, the public will be paying me, And I shall give you my personal answer over lunch, For which I will expect no reimbursement, Other than the satisfaction of being your helpmeet.
Right.
Well, here's my problem.
If you know something is wrong, But the method by which you know it is wrong is also wrong, Is it right to right the wrong? Or wrong to do right? Because the real wrong is that it was not right to know the wrong, And so righting the wrong cannot be right.
Yes, I see.
Well, speaking as your commanding officer, I'm afraid I don't quite follow.
- ( knocking on door ) - Sir, the town hall's on the line.
The mayoress wants to come see you this lunchtime.
- ( gasps ) Dame Christabel Wickham! - I'll take this.
Dame Christabel, you're a stuck-up tart Why don't you bog off and die.
Dame Christabel, there is a female lunatic in my office.
Get off, you female lunatic.
How dare you insult Gasforth's most distinguished public servant? Restrain her, somebody Ohh! It's for your own good, madam.
Give me back that phone, I said give me back that phone.
Constable, constable Yes, sir? Remove her to a caring institution Where she can receive the treatment she so clearly needs.
That I will do, sir.
She's gone.
Hello? Oh my god, she's rung off! No, sir, she was never on.
I haven't put her through yet.
Oh, I see.
Haaaaa.
Oh well- oh in that case uh, just tell her I should be delighted to receive her, Habib.
- Most delighted.
- I'll try and strike the right tone, sir.
Now if you could kindly haul your mind Back from your fantasies of tight little skirts And first-class degrees from Oxbridge - Mmm? - We were discussing my problem.
Yes.
Look, Patricia, would it be all right If I ignored you completely? Not at all, Raymond, I'll just pretend we were in bed.
You see, the mayoress is coming In only three and a half hours and I must be prepared.
Oh damn, diddle and doo-dah! This would be the week when my nose-hair clippers Are being resharpened at the ironmongers.
Raymond, this is serious.
I've been studying the weekend tapes Of the town center closed-circuit tv cameras.
There's something I'm very worried about.
Now will you please concentrate? In that flat, the window above the shop- Patricia, that is a private dwelling.
We have no right- I know, but look.
The figure in the skirt and the man- He's raising his hand above his head, look! He's hitting her with some kind of weapon.
Great trumpeting trousers, so he is! The unutterable swine, the cowardly, custardy cad! That man must be brought to book.
But we only know about the woman's problems Through intrusive electronic surveillance.
- We're in a very difficult position.
- Yes, that's true.
Ooh, you've put me on the horns of a dilemma.
One horn is personal inclination, The other horn is stern duty.
Well I'm quite pleased, really.
It's a long time since I put you on any sort of horn at all.
Don't be so saucy, Patricia.
Besides which, it's just not true.
I find you enormously exciting.
But then I find bread and butter pudding exciting.
And I wouldn't want a portion every night, would I? Constable Boyle- Would you mind if I held your hand for a while? - Eh? - Give me your hand, I want to hold it.
And tease it with me forefinger.
Steady, sir.
It's the secret handshake I'm practicing.
Oh, I see, you're joining the masons? No, they knocked me back last year.
Said me knees were too knobbly.
Bloody masons- look after their own, promote their own, Cover up for their own Well, you can see why I wanted to join.
Anyway, stuff the masons, I'm going one better.
I'm joining the todgers.
The secret, most noble, medieval order Of the masonic lodge todgers.
- Better costumes, better ceremonies- - better nepotism.
Exactly.
I'm not gonna fanny about in Gasforth forever.
And if putting on a dress once a week And occasionally kissing a dead turkey's bottom Is the price I have to pay, then so be it.
Well you make sure it's properly plucked, sir.
In my experience turkey bristle can be very coarse.
Your ex-girlfriend's here.
For the final time, Patricia, the mayoress was never my girlfriend.
We just went to the same grammar school.
I can tell when you fancy someone, your nose twitches.
Can't wait around all day, Raymond, I've got a town to run.
Yes, of course, dame Chrissy.
Please, take a seat.
I do apologize for my sergeant's tardiness.
Was there something, sergeant? Tea, sergeant, close the door behind you.
I'll come straight to the point, Raymond- serious situation.
My cute little derrière is in your hands.
Gasforth is harboring an illegal asylum seeker.
His time runs out at the end of the week And you'll be required to arrest him for deportation.
The problem is that there is an observer From the European parliament in town as well.
Well that's no concern of mine.
I serve her majesty, Not some soggy Brussels sprout.
The point is that there have been so many reports recently About thuggery and racism in the police, That P.
R.
-Wise, we're vulnerable.
You have to work on your image.
When you nick this sniveling alien, I want to be able to show that greasy euro-bastard Just how tolerant and balanced we are.
Fowler; so- racism, sexism, Homoeroticaphobia Ism, and the police.
- Who would like to start the discussion? - I would, sir.
You astonish me, constable Habib.
I could not be more surprised if my hat had turned into a giant hedgehog.
I'd like to talk about sir Paul Condon's report About policing and race, sir.
Ah, well that sounds like a good idea.
Which part of the report would you like to discuss? I'm talking about his decision to make public The statistic that street crime and mugging in the capital Are disproportionately committed by young black men.
And you disapprove of this statement? Yes, I think he's being a- - Yes, Habib? - Well I always try to be nice, sir.
So I'll just say, it rhymes with trucking tanker.
Kindly restrain your poetry, Habib.
I notice he didn't add that young black blokes Find it much more difficult to get a job.
Which came first, the chicken or the egg? - I know, I know.
- You do, Goody? - So what is the answer? - Because it wanted to get to the other side.
Be quiet, Goody! The chief constable can only report facts, Habib.
It is not his duty to enter into socio-political analysis As to why those facts have come about.
- Give a dog a bad name - We gave our dog a bad name- Colin.
Terrible name.
You have no idea how many people are called Colin.
We'd go to the park, I'd shout, "come here, Colin," And 15 people would turn round.
And big people too, sir.
I mean, for some reason, it's the big lads that get called Colin.
I mean, I'd shout, "Colin, you're a bad boy.
I just saw you do a kaka And now I'm going to rub your nose in it.
" The next thing I knew, I'd wake up in an ambulance.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, excuse me, sir, But aren't we wandering from the point? Yes indeed we are.
Well done, Goody.
Yes, because we were talking about chickens, not dogs.
No the point is- oh- ah - What was the point? - Paul Condon demonizing the children of immigrants.
Exactly- no, no it is not.
Sir Paul Condon was in possession of certain facts.
Is he to withhold those facts because he doesn't like them? He withholds plenty, sir.
I expect he's got an idea how many bent coppers there are in the met, How many freemasons, but he doesn't think the public need to know about that.
We are discussing the problems of race, Habib.
Sir Paul Condon can not- Why are you sniggering, boy? - I'm not sniggering, sir.
- You are sniggering.
Well, I mean come on, sir.
The bloke's name is Condon.
I don't see anything remotely amusing about that, Goody.
Oh come now, sir, I think you do.
No I don't, Goody.
But sir, it sounds exactly like "condom.
" You can see them on the news, sir- "the metropolitan police chief, sir Paul Condon" And you know that newsreader's thinking, "I hope I don't say 'condom' I hope I don't say 'condom'" Be quiet, you imbecile.
- We are discussing racism.
- Ooh, I know all about racism, sir.
My mother prepared me for it.
Ah, she explained to you the sad truth of irrational hatred.
No, she beat me and called me names.
Yes, thank you for sharing that with us, Gladstone.
Grim: Listen to 'em.
It gets right on my raving titties.
I mean I'm no racist, I don't mind people coming over here, But when they do, they should be like us.
People don't want a load of weird customs and funny clothes.
Right, I put the hood on, see.
And I kiss the turkey with my head between my legs.
I'll show you, I'll squat on the desk to make it easier.
Now, I need a hood.
I'll use the bag I brought the bird in.
It's a frozen one from tina's freezer.
Okay You line up the fowl Well, I wouldn't kiss it if I were you, sir.
It's still a bit chilly, your lips might stick to its bum.
Well, breathe on it first.
What are you lot staring at? We were just celebrating the rich diversity Of culture in our station.
I confess I had not expected to see it Quite so graphically illustrated.
Oh yeah, well I don't like culture.
- I beg your pardon? - Bleedin' ballet and opera, Especially when they spend lottery money on it.
Wasting the working man's bet On fat screeching old bags from Italy Singing like they got piles, Or some bunch of scrawny bints in tutus Called Darcy and Tilda, Flashing their gussets at a lot of horny perverts.
Art? Culture? Staring at posh birds' knickers, That's all "swan bleeding lake" boils down to.
They should use all the money For kiddies with incurable diseases.
When me and my Tina buy our lottery ticket Out of the goodness of our heart- And in the hope of winning £20 million.
-Yes, and we want to know that by winning £20 million We will be helping little kiddies.
Not haughty, hoity- stick-it-up-your-toity, High-and-mighty, tight-nosed, Toffee-arsed, sun-dried-tomato-eating, La-di-da-di la-di-dahs.
Yes, well let us hope that some of the lottery money Goes to aiding the incurably insane.
In which case you'll get your money back.
Habib is right about one thing- The police cannot fight racism if we are racist ourselves.
It would be very much a matter of the pot calling the kettle Um Uh African-american.
So- how racist are we? Well, in order to find out, I propose to be a Martian.
Imagine that I've just beamed down in my space podule and joined the police.
Excuse me, sir If you just beamed down in your podule, You wouldn't be joining anything You'd be detained under the immigration act, and stuck in a transit camp.
- I have applied for asylum.
- What are your grounds? I am a martian dissident, Habib, Who has incurred the displeasure of the martian authorities, By protesting against the americans Taking any more fuzzy photographs of our gaseous emissions.
If I return to Mars I will be murdered.
The home office will expect you to prove you'll be murdered, sir.
The normal method is to send you back And if you get murdered, they'll admit you were telling the truth.
All right, I have beamed down in my podule, Applied for asylum, Been refused, taken refuge in a church, And become the focus of a major protest campaign Funded by a charity concert performed by unpleasant comedians Who think it's clever to swear.
I have appealed against deportation and lost, Both in the high court and in the house of lords, But won at the court of justice in the Hague.
I have married a sweet girl from Solihull Who did not object to my three enormous pulsating heads With sticky out veins all over them, I have settled in Gasforth, done my A-levels at night school, Bought a secondhand Datsun cherry and joined the police force.
Satisfied? Well, it's not up to me, sir.
It's up to the home office.
Well they are delighted.
Now, perhaps we can move on.
Try if you would, to picture your new colleague.
Martians, as we all know, Are green and called Zog.
I've already mentioned the three enormous heads, Add to this 15-inch long pulsating fingers, Multiple legs and a flashing belly button.
It's my first day in the service And I'm about to enter the briefing room.
You'll have to imagine the multiple heads and the legs And the flashing belly button.
( making alien sounds ) Hello.
My name is constable Zog.
I'm patrolling the beat with you today.
I hope we shall be friends.
All right, Goody, what would be your reaction? - I'm just trying to imagine it now.
- Good, good.
These three heads- Do you have a helmet on each one? Yes, yes, if you like.
Just greet me, boy, greet me.
Hello, hello, hello.
And so my point is illustrated.
Goody can only consider my shape.
Ah- not so, sir.
I'm also thinking about how green you are.
And that is not acceptable either.
You must be color-blind.
I think you should be celebrating your greenness, - Not hoping that we'll ignore it.
- Yes, you're right, Habib.
I must be more assertive.
Right, here we go.
Hello, I'm Zog, I'm from Mars.
Get used to it.
Hello, hello, I'm Kevin from just outside Basingstoke, And give me five, no give me 10, no 15, 20- Yes all right, just sit down, Goody.
Sit down.
Now Goody Now Goody, this is my first day at work.
- I'm your new colleague- - welcome, welcome, welcome.
Thank you.
You've got a cup of tea - Yes.
- I've got three cups of cocoa.
Now, what friendly tips could you pass on to me? - Absolutely honestly? - Yes.
Right, I'd say this- Watch out for inspector Fowler, he's a grumpy old git And given half a chance he'll whip your Curly Wurly.
Look, we are deviating from the point.
I'm simply trying to establish that all men, Be they Martian, Mauritian, or Mancunian, - Are born equal.
- All men? Huh! So this Martian is a sexist, is he? - Surprise, surprise.
- Look, we are not talking about anybody's sex, Habib.
Sex with a Martian, sounds great to me.
Not to me.
Three head saying, "I've got a headache, I've got a headache, I've got a headache.
" Mind you, those pulsating fingers sound all right.
This Martian is asexual, Habib.
A sexual machine if you ask me.
You said so yourself, sir, you've got veins popping out all over your head.
What have you got lurking between those multiple legs, sir? Look, look, we are not discussing sex or sexism.
I merely stated that all men are created equal, And by men, Habib, I mean of course, Men and persons of the opposite sex.
Opposite sex? I'm sorry, sir, But defining one sex in terms of its position to the other Is sexism, on Earth, Mars, Saturn, or any other planet.
I've got a hilarious joke about Uranus.
No you don't, Goody.
You know a pathetic pun about my anus.
I mean your anus.
I mean the planet with the rude name.
Oh really, Habib, Look how you've confused the boy.
Sexism is sexism, sir.
Right.
Patricia, I require your support.
Constable Habib and I are discussing sexual positions.
And I want you to assure her that I know only one.
Raymond, what are you talking about? Sexual discrimination, which is a scourge.
And I hope sergeant, that having lived with me for 11 years, You can vouch for the fact that when it comes to women, I'm not remotely discriminating.
Fowler, can you keep your fannying about down? Police work is about villains, not isms.
And what ism ever mugged an old lady? What ism ever robbed a bank? What ism ever held a gun to someone's head? Terrorism.
Yeah, all right.
And what ism ever threatened the security of the state? Marxism.
What ism ever hurt anybody? - Sadism.
- Boyle! Isms are a very important part of police work, inspector Grim.
People of all races and sexual orientations Must feel at home at Gasforth police station.
White people, black people, - Heterosexuals - Well of course, we're not bigots.
- Homosexualists- - steady on.
Yes.
Gay sexuals should be able to serve her majesty Without fear of harassment.
It's all part of this creeping, crawling, Poncey, namby, stick-it-up-your-pansy Pardon me for being a fascist, But I don't happen to have time to discuss Interior design, quiche recipes And Kylie Minogue hits with constable Whoopsie.
I have important police work.
The lodge master of my todgers is coming to check me out Before my initiation test.
Yes, well I strongly disapprove of secret societies, Grim.
If a man cannot be proud of his allegiances, And state them openly, then I fear they must be of questionable value.
You do not find me concealing my membership Of Gasforth amateur dramatic society Behind silly movements and trousers at half-mast.
Except of course, when we do "brigadoon.
" Yeah, well when I'm a chief superintendent At Scotland Yard, you'll be sorry.
If that day should ever dawn, inspector Grim, We'll all be sorry.
I'm not looking forward to nicking this illegal alien today.
I mean my parents are immigrants.
I understand your feelings, constable, But your parents were legal, that's the point.
- And they are now British.
- I'm British, sir.
But I've been told to go home many times.
"Britain for the British," people have said.
But I mean what is British? Everyone's the child of an immigrant at some point - And most of them illegal.
- Are they? Well, yes, I mean if you go back far enough.
The Normans were illegal immigrants, weren't they? Yes I suppose they were.
Do think they kept their wedding tackle inside their chain-mail? No chance.
William the conqueror? More like William the bunkerer.
Yes, yes.
Do you know I've often wondered why King William was called William.
What? Well, everyone else in his army was called Norman.
Constable Gladstone made a good point.
The appalling truth is, I've got a bit of frenchman in me.
Well, if we're talking about illegal immigrants, What about the Vikings? It wasn't just their helmets that were horny.
And before them there was the Romans.
Those latin lovers were here for 300 years.
How do you think they passed the time? Latin declension? Have it off, have it up, have it often.
Be quiet, Habib.
Really, you girls today, you're worse than the lads.
This country's always been absorbing different cultures, different tribes.
Although invaders have tended to steer clear of the Scots.
Nobody wanted to go there, I suppose.
Boiled oats and sheep stomach Are scarcely likely to appeal to the French or Italians, are they? And they're certainly hard fighters.
If you live in a country where the thistles are waist-high An nobody's invented trousers, you're going to toughen up a bit, aren't you? Oh well, like it or not, sir, Britain is a melting pot.
Yes, well none of this relieves us Of a very difficult duty.
Come on, everybody.
Ha, the police.
So, you have come.
I'm sorry, sir, you'll have to come with us.
What are you doing? You can't do this.
- Hey- - stay where you are, sir.
I'm sorry, I have my duty.
- Habib and Goody, put him in the van.
- Yes, sir.
- But this is an outrage! - Come along, sir.
Uh, the arrest was carried out swiftly And without resort to force.
The most demanding of civil libertarians Could not have failed to be satisfied.
Well done, Raymond, an excellent piece of work.
You know, I think we need to schedule Some private meetings to discuss your future.
After all, We haven't had a private meeting since school.
Do you think your hands will have warmed up by now - Feely? - ( giggles ) Sir, I'm afraid this gentlemen wants to have a word.
Ah, here he is.
This is our illegal asylum seeker.
I don't think so, inspector.
Our man's white, he's from Chechnya.
Who's this? My name is Mustafa Dalcroix, European commissioner for human rights And a French national.
A Frenchman? In my station? You - you British, uh? No wonder we all hate you.
Your chocolate isn't chocolatey enough, Your bananas are too long and bendy, You insist on eating prawn cocktail crisps Despite the fact that we have told you not to.
And now it turns out that your policemen Think all black people are illegal immigrants.
Whoops.
I intend to lodge a full report On this appalling display of bigotry and ignorance.
- Au revoir.
- Monsieur Dalcroix- We have a grant application.
This appalling racist will be fully disciplined.
Oh, what a dreadful error.
We all make mistakes, sir.
Nothing I could do could make amends for a day like this.
( sighs ) There's always my horny dilemma.
You could have a stab at that.
Yes, you're right, Patricia.
I don't care how we came by this information, Our duty is to protect the public, And great thundering thyroids, that's what we're going to do.
Let's get the swine.
( man mimicking turkey ) Fly, turkey, fly! Approach the fowl.
- Raymond! - Inspector Grim, This is supposed to be a secret initiation, You can't invite your friends.
Close the turkey's legs, It's bottom shall not be kissed tonight.
Oh, what a strange and dispiriting day.
I got everything wrong.
You did you best, Raymond, that's all you can do.
I can't seem to get anything right.
Well see how you go with this one- Between me and the mayoress, Who do you find most exciting? Why Patricia, what an absurd question.
You of course.
How could it be otherwise? What about between me and a plate of bread and butter pudding? Hmmm.
Would that be with custard, or without custard? Well I'll cover myself in custard if you like, But you've got to promise to take your bed socks off.
Never judge a book by its cover, Particularly if that cover quotes an obscure journal Claiming it to be the best book ever written.
I made that mistake recently And found myself reading a book about drugs and sex, Which are scarcely suitable subjects for fiction.
If I hadn't been on a stopping train to Aberystwyth, I should have cast the thing aside unread.
Appearances, as we shall see, Are like bus timetables Often highly misleading.
( theme music playing ) Raymond, there's something I need to discuss with you.
I see.
And are you addressing me as your commanding officer, - Or as your boyfriend? - Does it make a difference? Certainly it makes a difference.
The public pays me to be your commanding officer, It does not pay me to be your boyfriend.
If you were to ask me a boyfriend question like, "I think I've left the gas on at home, what shall I do?" I should feel unable to answer until lunchtime.
By which time our house would have exploded.
Making it a police matter with which I would feel justified In dealing on police time.
I see.
Well, I suppose this is a matter of advice.
And I would like you to answer partly as my commander, And partly as my boyfriend.
Good, well that seems simple enough.
I shall give you my police answer now, For which of course, the public will be paying me, And I shall give you my personal answer over lunch, For which I will expect no reimbursement, Other than the satisfaction of being your helpmeet.
Right.
Well, here's my problem.
If you know something is wrong, But the method by which you know it is wrong is also wrong, Is it right to right the wrong? Or wrong to do right? Because the real wrong is that it was not right to know the wrong, And so righting the wrong cannot be right.
Yes, I see.
Well, speaking as your commanding officer, I'm afraid I don't quite follow.
- ( knocking on door ) - Sir, the town hall's on the line.
The mayoress wants to come see you this lunchtime.
- ( gasps ) Dame Christabel Wickham! - I'll take this.
Dame Christabel, you're a stuck-up tart Why don't you bog off and die.
Dame Christabel, there is a female lunatic in my office.
Get off, you female lunatic.
How dare you insult Gasforth's most distinguished public servant? Restrain her, somebody Ohh! It's for your own good, madam.
Give me back that phone, I said give me back that phone.
Constable, constable Yes, sir? Remove her to a caring institution Where she can receive the treatment she so clearly needs.
That I will do, sir.
She's gone.
Hello? Oh my god, she's rung off! No, sir, she was never on.
I haven't put her through yet.
Oh, I see.
Haaaaa.
Oh well- oh in that case uh, just tell her I should be delighted to receive her, Habib.
- Most delighted.
- I'll try and strike the right tone, sir.
Now if you could kindly haul your mind Back from your fantasies of tight little skirts And first-class degrees from Oxbridge - Mmm? - We were discussing my problem.
Yes.
Look, Patricia, would it be all right If I ignored you completely? Not at all, Raymond, I'll just pretend we were in bed.
You see, the mayoress is coming In only three and a half hours and I must be prepared.
Oh damn, diddle and doo-dah! This would be the week when my nose-hair clippers Are being resharpened at the ironmongers.
Raymond, this is serious.
I've been studying the weekend tapes Of the town center closed-circuit tv cameras.
There's something I'm very worried about.
Now will you please concentrate? In that flat, the window above the shop- Patricia, that is a private dwelling.
We have no right- I know, but look.
The figure in the skirt and the man- He's raising his hand above his head, look! He's hitting her with some kind of weapon.
Great trumpeting trousers, so he is! The unutterable swine, the cowardly, custardy cad! That man must be brought to book.
But we only know about the woman's problems Through intrusive electronic surveillance.
- We're in a very difficult position.
- Yes, that's true.
Ooh, you've put me on the horns of a dilemma.
One horn is personal inclination, The other horn is stern duty.
Well I'm quite pleased, really.
It's a long time since I put you on any sort of horn at all.
Don't be so saucy, Patricia.
Besides which, it's just not true.
I find you enormously exciting.
But then I find bread and butter pudding exciting.
And I wouldn't want a portion every night, would I? Constable Boyle- Would you mind if I held your hand for a while? - Eh? - Give me your hand, I want to hold it.
And tease it with me forefinger.
Steady, sir.
It's the secret handshake I'm practicing.
Oh, I see, you're joining the masons? No, they knocked me back last year.
Said me knees were too knobbly.
Bloody masons- look after their own, promote their own, Cover up for their own Well, you can see why I wanted to join.
Anyway, stuff the masons, I'm going one better.
I'm joining the todgers.
The secret, most noble, medieval order Of the masonic lodge todgers.
- Better costumes, better ceremonies- - better nepotism.
Exactly.
I'm not gonna fanny about in Gasforth forever.
And if putting on a dress once a week And occasionally kissing a dead turkey's bottom Is the price I have to pay, then so be it.
Well you make sure it's properly plucked, sir.
In my experience turkey bristle can be very coarse.
Your ex-girlfriend's here.
For the final time, Patricia, the mayoress was never my girlfriend.
We just went to the same grammar school.
I can tell when you fancy someone, your nose twitches.
Can't wait around all day, Raymond, I've got a town to run.
Yes, of course, dame Chrissy.
Please, take a seat.
I do apologize for my sergeant's tardiness.
Was there something, sergeant? Tea, sergeant, close the door behind you.
I'll come straight to the point, Raymond- serious situation.
My cute little derrière is in your hands.
Gasforth is harboring an illegal asylum seeker.
His time runs out at the end of the week And you'll be required to arrest him for deportation.
The problem is that there is an observer From the European parliament in town as well.
Well that's no concern of mine.
I serve her majesty, Not some soggy Brussels sprout.
The point is that there have been so many reports recently About thuggery and racism in the police, That P.
R.
-Wise, we're vulnerable.
You have to work on your image.
When you nick this sniveling alien, I want to be able to show that greasy euro-bastard Just how tolerant and balanced we are.
Fowler; so- racism, sexism, Homoeroticaphobia Ism, and the police.
- Who would like to start the discussion? - I would, sir.
You astonish me, constable Habib.
I could not be more surprised if my hat had turned into a giant hedgehog.
I'd like to talk about sir Paul Condon's report About policing and race, sir.
Ah, well that sounds like a good idea.
Which part of the report would you like to discuss? I'm talking about his decision to make public The statistic that street crime and mugging in the capital Are disproportionately committed by young black men.
And you disapprove of this statement? Yes, I think he's being a- - Yes, Habib? - Well I always try to be nice, sir.
So I'll just say, it rhymes with trucking tanker.
Kindly restrain your poetry, Habib.
I notice he didn't add that young black blokes Find it much more difficult to get a job.
Which came first, the chicken or the egg? - I know, I know.
- You do, Goody? - So what is the answer? - Because it wanted to get to the other side.
Be quiet, Goody! The chief constable can only report facts, Habib.
It is not his duty to enter into socio-political analysis As to why those facts have come about.
- Give a dog a bad name - We gave our dog a bad name- Colin.
Terrible name.
You have no idea how many people are called Colin.
We'd go to the park, I'd shout, "come here, Colin," And 15 people would turn round.
And big people too, sir.
I mean, for some reason, it's the big lads that get called Colin.
I mean, I'd shout, "Colin, you're a bad boy.
I just saw you do a kaka And now I'm going to rub your nose in it.
" The next thing I knew, I'd wake up in an ambulance.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, excuse me, sir, But aren't we wandering from the point? Yes indeed we are.
Well done, Goody.
Yes, because we were talking about chickens, not dogs.
No the point is- oh- ah - What was the point? - Paul Condon demonizing the children of immigrants.
Exactly- no, no it is not.
Sir Paul Condon was in possession of certain facts.
Is he to withhold those facts because he doesn't like them? He withholds plenty, sir.
I expect he's got an idea how many bent coppers there are in the met, How many freemasons, but he doesn't think the public need to know about that.
We are discussing the problems of race, Habib.
Sir Paul Condon can not- Why are you sniggering, boy? - I'm not sniggering, sir.
- You are sniggering.
Well, I mean come on, sir.
The bloke's name is Condon.
I don't see anything remotely amusing about that, Goody.
Oh come now, sir, I think you do.
No I don't, Goody.
But sir, it sounds exactly like "condom.
" You can see them on the news, sir- "the metropolitan police chief, sir Paul Condon" And you know that newsreader's thinking, "I hope I don't say 'condom' I hope I don't say 'condom'" Be quiet, you imbecile.
- We are discussing racism.
- Ooh, I know all about racism, sir.
My mother prepared me for it.
Ah, she explained to you the sad truth of irrational hatred.
No, she beat me and called me names.
Yes, thank you for sharing that with us, Gladstone.
Grim: Listen to 'em.
It gets right on my raving titties.
I mean I'm no racist, I don't mind people coming over here, But when they do, they should be like us.
People don't want a load of weird customs and funny clothes.
Right, I put the hood on, see.
And I kiss the turkey with my head between my legs.
I'll show you, I'll squat on the desk to make it easier.
Now, I need a hood.
I'll use the bag I brought the bird in.
It's a frozen one from tina's freezer.
Okay You line up the fowl Well, I wouldn't kiss it if I were you, sir.
It's still a bit chilly, your lips might stick to its bum.
Well, breathe on it first.
What are you lot staring at? We were just celebrating the rich diversity Of culture in our station.
I confess I had not expected to see it Quite so graphically illustrated.
Oh yeah, well I don't like culture.
- I beg your pardon? - Bleedin' ballet and opera, Especially when they spend lottery money on it.
Wasting the working man's bet On fat screeching old bags from Italy Singing like they got piles, Or some bunch of scrawny bints in tutus Called Darcy and Tilda, Flashing their gussets at a lot of horny perverts.
Art? Culture? Staring at posh birds' knickers, That's all "swan bleeding lake" boils down to.
They should use all the money For kiddies with incurable diseases.
When me and my Tina buy our lottery ticket Out of the goodness of our heart- And in the hope of winning £20 million.
-Yes, and we want to know that by winning £20 million We will be helping little kiddies.
Not haughty, hoity- stick-it-up-your-toity, High-and-mighty, tight-nosed, Toffee-arsed, sun-dried-tomato-eating, La-di-da-di la-di-dahs.
Yes, well let us hope that some of the lottery money Goes to aiding the incurably insane.
In which case you'll get your money back.
Habib is right about one thing- The police cannot fight racism if we are racist ourselves.
It would be very much a matter of the pot calling the kettle Um Uh African-american.
So- how racist are we? Well, in order to find out, I propose to be a Martian.
Imagine that I've just beamed down in my space podule and joined the police.
Excuse me, sir If you just beamed down in your podule, You wouldn't be joining anything You'd be detained under the immigration act, and stuck in a transit camp.
- I have applied for asylum.
- What are your grounds? I am a martian dissident, Habib, Who has incurred the displeasure of the martian authorities, By protesting against the americans Taking any more fuzzy photographs of our gaseous emissions.
If I return to Mars I will be murdered.
The home office will expect you to prove you'll be murdered, sir.
The normal method is to send you back And if you get murdered, they'll admit you were telling the truth.
All right, I have beamed down in my podule, Applied for asylum, Been refused, taken refuge in a church, And become the focus of a major protest campaign Funded by a charity concert performed by unpleasant comedians Who think it's clever to swear.
I have appealed against deportation and lost, Both in the high court and in the house of lords, But won at the court of justice in the Hague.
I have married a sweet girl from Solihull Who did not object to my three enormous pulsating heads With sticky out veins all over them, I have settled in Gasforth, done my A-levels at night school, Bought a secondhand Datsun cherry and joined the police force.
Satisfied? Well, it's not up to me, sir.
It's up to the home office.
Well they are delighted.
Now, perhaps we can move on.
Try if you would, to picture your new colleague.
Martians, as we all know, Are green and called Zog.
I've already mentioned the three enormous heads, Add to this 15-inch long pulsating fingers, Multiple legs and a flashing belly button.
It's my first day in the service And I'm about to enter the briefing room.
You'll have to imagine the multiple heads and the legs And the flashing belly button.
( making alien sounds ) Hello.
My name is constable Zog.
I'm patrolling the beat with you today.
I hope we shall be friends.
All right, Goody, what would be your reaction? - I'm just trying to imagine it now.
- Good, good.
These three heads- Do you have a helmet on each one? Yes, yes, if you like.
Just greet me, boy, greet me.
Hello, hello, hello.
And so my point is illustrated.
Goody can only consider my shape.
Ah- not so, sir.
I'm also thinking about how green you are.
And that is not acceptable either.
You must be color-blind.
I think you should be celebrating your greenness, - Not hoping that we'll ignore it.
- Yes, you're right, Habib.
I must be more assertive.
Right, here we go.
Hello, I'm Zog, I'm from Mars.
Get used to it.
Hello, hello, I'm Kevin from just outside Basingstoke, And give me five, no give me 10, no 15, 20- Yes all right, just sit down, Goody.
Sit down.
Now Goody Now Goody, this is my first day at work.
- I'm your new colleague- - welcome, welcome, welcome.
Thank you.
You've got a cup of tea - Yes.
- I've got three cups of cocoa.
Now, what friendly tips could you pass on to me? - Absolutely honestly? - Yes.
Right, I'd say this- Watch out for inspector Fowler, he's a grumpy old git And given half a chance he'll whip your Curly Wurly.
Look, we are deviating from the point.
I'm simply trying to establish that all men, Be they Martian, Mauritian, or Mancunian, - Are born equal.
- All men? Huh! So this Martian is a sexist, is he? - Surprise, surprise.
- Look, we are not talking about anybody's sex, Habib.
Sex with a Martian, sounds great to me.
Not to me.
Three head saying, "I've got a headache, I've got a headache, I've got a headache.
" Mind you, those pulsating fingers sound all right.
This Martian is asexual, Habib.
A sexual machine if you ask me.
You said so yourself, sir, you've got veins popping out all over your head.
What have you got lurking between those multiple legs, sir? Look, look, we are not discussing sex or sexism.
I merely stated that all men are created equal, And by men, Habib, I mean of course, Men and persons of the opposite sex.
Opposite sex? I'm sorry, sir, But defining one sex in terms of its position to the other Is sexism, on Earth, Mars, Saturn, or any other planet.
I've got a hilarious joke about Uranus.
No you don't, Goody.
You know a pathetic pun about my anus.
I mean your anus.
I mean the planet with the rude name.
Oh really, Habib, Look how you've confused the boy.
Sexism is sexism, sir.
Right.
Patricia, I require your support.
Constable Habib and I are discussing sexual positions.
And I want you to assure her that I know only one.
Raymond, what are you talking about? Sexual discrimination, which is a scourge.
And I hope sergeant, that having lived with me for 11 years, You can vouch for the fact that when it comes to women, I'm not remotely discriminating.
Fowler, can you keep your fannying about down? Police work is about villains, not isms.
And what ism ever mugged an old lady? What ism ever robbed a bank? What ism ever held a gun to someone's head? Terrorism.
Yeah, all right.
And what ism ever threatened the security of the state? Marxism.
What ism ever hurt anybody? - Sadism.
- Boyle! Isms are a very important part of police work, inspector Grim.
People of all races and sexual orientations Must feel at home at Gasforth police station.
White people, black people, - Heterosexuals - Well of course, we're not bigots.
- Homosexualists- - steady on.
Yes.
Gay sexuals should be able to serve her majesty Without fear of harassment.
It's all part of this creeping, crawling, Poncey, namby, stick-it-up-your-pansy Pardon me for being a fascist, But I don't happen to have time to discuss Interior design, quiche recipes And Kylie Minogue hits with constable Whoopsie.
I have important police work.
The lodge master of my todgers is coming to check me out Before my initiation test.
Yes, well I strongly disapprove of secret societies, Grim.
If a man cannot be proud of his allegiances, And state them openly, then I fear they must be of questionable value.
You do not find me concealing my membership Of Gasforth amateur dramatic society Behind silly movements and trousers at half-mast.
Except of course, when we do "brigadoon.
" Yeah, well when I'm a chief superintendent At Scotland Yard, you'll be sorry.
If that day should ever dawn, inspector Grim, We'll all be sorry.
I'm not looking forward to nicking this illegal alien today.
I mean my parents are immigrants.
I understand your feelings, constable, But your parents were legal, that's the point.
- And they are now British.
- I'm British, sir.
But I've been told to go home many times.
"Britain for the British," people have said.
But I mean what is British? Everyone's the child of an immigrant at some point - And most of them illegal.
- Are they? Well, yes, I mean if you go back far enough.
The Normans were illegal immigrants, weren't they? Yes I suppose they were.
Do think they kept their wedding tackle inside their chain-mail? No chance.
William the conqueror? More like William the bunkerer.
Yes, yes.
Do you know I've often wondered why King William was called William.
What? Well, everyone else in his army was called Norman.
Constable Gladstone made a good point.
The appalling truth is, I've got a bit of frenchman in me.
Well, if we're talking about illegal immigrants, What about the Vikings? It wasn't just their helmets that were horny.
And before them there was the Romans.
Those latin lovers were here for 300 years.
How do you think they passed the time? Latin declension? Have it off, have it up, have it often.
Be quiet, Habib.
Really, you girls today, you're worse than the lads.
This country's always been absorbing different cultures, different tribes.
Although invaders have tended to steer clear of the Scots.
Nobody wanted to go there, I suppose.
Boiled oats and sheep stomach Are scarcely likely to appeal to the French or Italians, are they? And they're certainly hard fighters.
If you live in a country where the thistles are waist-high An nobody's invented trousers, you're going to toughen up a bit, aren't you? Oh well, like it or not, sir, Britain is a melting pot.
Yes, well none of this relieves us Of a very difficult duty.
Come on, everybody.
Ha, the police.
So, you have come.
I'm sorry, sir, you'll have to come with us.
What are you doing? You can't do this.
- Hey- - stay where you are, sir.
I'm sorry, I have my duty.
- Habib and Goody, put him in the van.
- Yes, sir.
- But this is an outrage! - Come along, sir.
Uh, the arrest was carried out swiftly And without resort to force.
The most demanding of civil libertarians Could not have failed to be satisfied.
Well done, Raymond, an excellent piece of work.
You know, I think we need to schedule Some private meetings to discuss your future.
After all, We haven't had a private meeting since school.
Do you think your hands will have warmed up by now - Feely? - ( giggles ) Sir, I'm afraid this gentlemen wants to have a word.
Ah, here he is.
This is our illegal asylum seeker.
I don't think so, inspector.
Our man's white, he's from Chechnya.
Who's this? My name is Mustafa Dalcroix, European commissioner for human rights And a French national.
A Frenchman? In my station? You - you British, uh? No wonder we all hate you.
Your chocolate isn't chocolatey enough, Your bananas are too long and bendy, You insist on eating prawn cocktail crisps Despite the fact that we have told you not to.
And now it turns out that your policemen Think all black people are illegal immigrants.
Whoops.
I intend to lodge a full report On this appalling display of bigotry and ignorance.
- Au revoir.
- Monsieur Dalcroix- We have a grant application.
This appalling racist will be fully disciplined.
Oh, what a dreadful error.
We all make mistakes, sir.
Nothing I could do could make amends for a day like this.
( sighs ) There's always my horny dilemma.
You could have a stab at that.
Yes, you're right, Patricia.
I don't care how we came by this information, Our duty is to protect the public, And great thundering thyroids, that's what we're going to do.
Let's get the swine.
( man mimicking turkey ) Fly, turkey, fly! Approach the fowl.
- Raymond! - Inspector Grim, This is supposed to be a secret initiation, You can't invite your friends.
Close the turkey's legs, It's bottom shall not be kissed tonight.
Oh, what a strange and dispiriting day.
I got everything wrong.
You did you best, Raymond, that's all you can do.
I can't seem to get anything right.
Well see how you go with this one- Between me and the mayoress, Who do you find most exciting? Why Patricia, what an absurd question.
You of course.
How could it be otherwise? What about between me and a plate of bread and butter pudding? Hmmm.
Would that be with custard, or without custard? Well I'll cover myself in custard if you like, But you've got to promise to take your bed socks off.