Between the Lines (1992) s02e03 Episode Script
Crack Up
All the way up.
All the way up! Papa one-three to MP.
Request status Trojan Delta to Cornell Estate.
Trojan five-zero-two.
Status Trojan Delta, Cornell Estate.
Message received.
All right.
Move! Right, you Paki bastards, up against the wall.
- Come on! - Come on! Get the money, man, come on.
Come on.
Get the money, man.
Sort it out, man.
Jesus! Come on, man, sort it out! Come on! Open the till! Come on, you Paki bastard! Sort it out! You shot the bitch, man! - Get the money! - You shot the bitch! - Get the money! - Jesus! Jesus! - Come on! - You shot the bitch! - Get the money! Get the money! - Jesus! Get the money! Put your guns down, you bastards! Armed police! Get down! Armed police! Armed police! - Shit.
- Shit! All right, all right.
You think me have no ears? - Get off me, man! - Listen to me.
The Old Bill just shot Chip.
He's dead! No way, man.
They can't have shot him.
I was there, you stupid cow! They shot him! Tried to shoot me! I got to stay under cover.
I'm staying here for a while.
No way.
I'm not having no Babylon inside here.
Do us a favour and shut it.
All right? Jesus, man.
what happened? I've got to get me head together.
You got a stone? Burn it, man.
we was grassed.
we must have been.
Someone's grassed us.
Burn the thing, man.
we'll smoke it together.
That's good grounds for a divorce, innit? One for you, Tony.
Harris Street.
CID and the shots went in 50 minutes ago to arrest a crack addict for an armed robbery in an off-licence.
- CID have good info? - The shots put two bullets through him.
- Did they knock? - Like an elephant.
The whole estate heard them yelling, "Armed police".
- So it was kosher.
- Real gun, real bullets.
They were being shot at and I'd have fired.
Yeah, but then you've got all this pent-up aggression in you, sir.
I mean, you're like a wild animal.
Yeah.
Er, Richard, it's Tony Clark.
Is Mo there? This isn't my nick, sir.
we were just in the area in the armed response vehicle.
what weapons had you got in the car, Constable? we all wore Smith & wesson.
38s.
Paul and I were carrying MP5 carbines.
Mm.
what time were you called in? About ten to six.
we were stitched up in the traffic.
Then it come on the radio we were to go to the Cornell Estate in support of two local CID officers.
- Detectives Green and Slater.
- No idea.
when the call came, I gave everyone a warning.
And next thing I know, everyone's screaming.
You think, "Jesus".
when I fired my gun, it didn't sound real.
It sounded wrong.
when the boy fell, he he just looked so silly.
I thought he'd just get up again, you know, like he'd fell.
I thought he'd just get up again and wave to me.
- Another one down, Mark.
- All the way, boss! Got a phone call from one of my snouts, said Chip Coogan was waving his shooter round, was gonna do a blag on the off-licence.
- what time was that? - Twenty to six.
I phoned my guv'nor and two of us went to have a word with Chip.
were either of you armed? Only the shits on the streets carry guns.
Us coppers have to do what Mummy tells us.
I'd have preferred to have paid the little shit a visit carrying a tool of my own.
Just me and the little bastard, keep it in the family.
But that would have been against regulations.
Sir.
So we were forced to call in the cavalry and they had all the fun.
Are you trying to impress me, DS Slater? why would I want to do that, sir? That'll be all, Sergeant.
It's a nice neighbourhood, this.
- what's the story? - Clean.
Half a dozen witnesses heard the officers shout a warning before they fired.
Also, the first shots were fired by the raiders.
All right.
Let's go.
- Shut it, OK? - I didn't think it would be like this.
Shut it, you little cokehead.
You're in the clear, so just shut it! - But you killed him! - Listen, Harvey.
Listen to the man.
You're as safe as houses.
Nobody's gonna know you grassed him up.
- Understand? You're in the clear.
- I better be.
Go home.
I ain't got no tube fare.
I can't walk home from here! - Leave it out, Harvey.
- I ain't got no money! You're the white man's burden, you are, Harvey.
- How much? - £1.
20.
Here you are, here's 1.
50.
Don't go and spend it on crack.
You people are animals! where's my brother, Mum? what happened to my brother? I wanna know what happened, Mum.
The autopsy showed a large quantity of cocaine in Chip Coogan's blood.
Also, powder marks on his hands showed that he'd fired his gun, which we knew anyway.
It's nice to have things official.
Belt and braces and all that.
So, what are your preliminary findings? The officers identified themselves as armed police.
They were fired on first.
Apart from waving a gold watch and trying to hypnotise the gunmen I don't think they could have played it any differently.
And the woman from the off-licence? Her condition is comfortable.
It's somewhat lucky for us she was Asian.
Lucky? Yeah, it stops this being a black and white thing.
well, I'm sure she'll be delighted her body wasn't blown apart in vain.
Don't be so simplistic, Anthony.
This dead youth's family have asked for a meeting with the Police Complaints Authority chap, McKenzie.
McKenzie thinks it would be good if you attended.
Offer condolences et cetera.
- Is he serious? - I rather like the idea.
Shows we care.
Do you really think Chip Coogan's family care whether we care? The police just killed their son.
I don't think we'd be welcome.
Indulge me, Superintendent.
See you later, man, yeah? Jason, easy with the chalk.
Oh, never mind.
Never mind.
- PCA? - That's me, George McKenzie.
Detective Superintendent Clark, Detective Sergeant Connell.
David Baron.
I run this centre.
Mrs Coogan and her son are in my office.
This way.
Betty, this is the man from the Police Complaints people.
My name is George McKenzie, Mrs Coogan.
My deepest condolences to you and your family.
Detective Superintendent Clark from the Complaints Investigation Bureau.
I'm supervising his investigation into the circumstances surrounding your son's death.
Mrs Coogan.
My son did a very bad thing.
But I cannot shake the hands of the men that killed him.
I understand.
May I offer my condolences anyway? will your condolences bring my son to life? Take away 21 years of pain and worry? - No, I can't do that, Mrs Coogan.
- Then I'd like you to leave policeman.
- Hiya.
- Hi.
All right? - what's happening? - It's just some stuff from the office.
I got fed up seeing it in boxes.
Thought I'd spread it out.
what about my books? I thought it'd look better like this.
Let them breathe.
I don't care what they look like.
It's what they say I'm interested in.
You better see now they're unpacked.
They're my books, I want them on my book shelves.
- I just thought - Don't just think.
This is my home.
Give us a break, will you, Mo? we discussed this.
You can't throw that in my face.
Oh, Richard, I'm really sorry.
I had a horrible day at work.
And I am just not used to having somebody around.
- The Laughing Policewoman, eh? - Oh, don't.
You tell him about the shaking? what did he say? - I've got to have tests.
- what sort of tests? where are the bloody overtime forms? They're probably under the coffee pot or somewhere.
Oh, guv, Mr Graves is going bananas.
wants to see you sharpish.
what for? I don't know, but he's got that Mr McKenzie in there with him.
Sorry, love.
It was just the guv'nor.
So what's this about tests? He said I'll have to go into hospital overnight.
I asked him what he thought it was and he wouldn't say.
- Look, love, don't get upset.
- why not? He was so careful with me, it can't be good news.
we've nearly wrapped this up now.
we've only got the paperwork to do, then we can talk all this through.
- It's just more bloody waiting.
- Come on, Joyce.
I mean, the doctor's only trying to do his best for you, isn't he? Come in.
- You looking for me, sir? - Yes, we were.
You might care to listen to this.
I received it in my mail this morning.
Get off me! He wants all of it.
I want all of it.
I want all your charlie.
Look, they're gonna kill me! what am I gonna do to you? what am I gonna do? He's gonna mess you up, boy.
Either way, you're dead, Chip.
Dead meat! I want a gun.
You gotta get me a gun.
I want a shooter! I can get shooters.
I can get shooters.
You want a shooter, Chip? we've got shooters, mate.
It would seem the officers you've just cleared gave Chip Coogan a gun.
And if he hadn't had a gun, of course he wouldn't have been killed, would he? Apparently, they let him spend it.
I am gonna have Slater's balls.
what does he think he is, a commando? Harry, check the informants list at Harris Street.
Mo, you're with me.
Slater and his pal knew Coogan a lot better than they're letting on.
what, precisely, was your relationship with the deceased? He was nothing to me.
Just another ape-man from the Cornell Estate, sir.
And I don't tend to socialise with the residents.
On grounds of colour? Christ, no.
The white scum on the Cornell are worse than the darkies.
At least some of the black boys can read.
Same thing can't be said of the white brothers and sisters.
Fourth-generation inbred alcoholics, most of them.
Cornell's always been heavy but since crack arrived it's turned into a war zone.
- It's a shit-heap.
- Thank you for sharing that with us.
Chip Coogan was shot dead in a raid instigated by you, Sergeant Slater.
what was your relationship to Chip Coogan? I have no relationship with these people.
Oh.
Then perhaps you can explain how you and your partner got into this conversation with the deceased.
I'm now gonna play a tape to Detective Sergeant Slater.
Give it to me.
No, I can't.
- All of it, you little shit.
- Or he'll do you.
- All your charlie.
- Get off me! - He wants all of it.
- I want all your charlie.
- All of it! - Look, they're gonna kill me! what am I gonna do to you? - what am I gonna do to you? - He's gonna mess you up, boy.
Either way, you're dead, Chip.
You are dead meat! I want a gun.
You gotta get me a gun.
- I want a shooter! - I can get shooters.
I can get shooters.
Yeah, we got shooters, mate.
Detective Inspector Naylor has just come into the room.
Could you explain that conversation to me? Just routine police business, sir.
- Just routine police business? - Yeah.
- He was one of my snouts.
- Oh.
Then he's registered as an informant at this station? Yep.
Could you explain why Inspector Naylor could find no such record? Maybe I forgot to hand it in.
I'm not renowned for my paperwork.
- will there be anything else, sir? - Yeah.
How about dealing crack and peddling guns, Sergeant? Mickey Mouse stuff, sir.
You'll say anything to deal with these coke junkies.
Are you aware of the gravity of the criminal charges you may be facing? The little shit's dead.
There's no point in wasting any more time with him.
Go back to arranging your pencils.
Leave the police work to the grown-ups.
we've gotta get them off the streets.
They're dangerous.
we have to tread gently.
This is a very delicate issue.
It must be handled with care.
- Colour, Tony.
- Colour? - Black! - Black isn't a colour.
I don't want this turning into some bloody racial political football.
If we suspend these officers, we point the finger straight at the Met.
If we don't, that finger will go straight up the Met, sir! I can get shooters.
Yeah, we got shooters, mate.
Is there anything you would like to add to what you or your partner have said? No.
Then my advice, Detective Constable Green, is to go home and start digging the garden.
Interview ends 12:30pm.
The alacrity with which I agreed to suspend those two officers shows the gravity I attach to this affair.
- Yes, sir.
- This tape, tell me about it.
The lads went over it, they say it's genuine.
The conversation hasn't been doctored, just cut off at a certain point.
And there's a tape with the full conversation.
- where might that be? - we're pursuing that, sir.
Like the clappers, I hope, Chief Superintendent.
Yes, sir.
The boy who was shot, did he make the tape? He's gotta be favourite, sir.
what was he, a surveillance specialist? Probably an ordinary walkman that Coogan lifted in a burglary.
However he did it, I want you to get me the original tape.
Preferably before some clown posts it to the bloody Guardian.
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
Get his things, get his things! Got any charlie, have you? I've got his chaps.
It's not worth it, man.
I got chaps.
Come on, bruv.
Two.
Marky, give the man two stone.
It's not worth it.
I told Let the lady through, man.
Let her children through.
Give him two.
Two, man.
- Come on, bruv.
Oi, you know me.
- Sort the man out nicely, man.
All right.
Two.
- Respect, bruv, respect.
- You see, I take care of you.
That boy the 5-0 gunned down.
He your spar, innit? He was my man.
Yeah.
I see him that afternoon.
He come buy a stone from me.
Him and that other geezer.
- what geezer? - I don't frigging know.
Harvey, or whatever his name is.
There's cod steaks.
Put them under the grill for ten minutes.
- There's cod steaks.
- what? You was a good man before you was a crackhead.
I'm going to work.
- where are you going, Dad? - It's broken.
It's broken.
- That's ours, Dad.
- It's broken.
It's not broken.
I'm your father.
It's broken! And another one.
There's nearly two million of those been sold in three months.
It's not gonna be a quick sprint to the line.
whoever's got the tape had to be close to Chip Coogan before he was shot.
Now, we have three possible lines of inquiry - the local community, the local police and his family.
At this point in time, all three groups are, surprise surprise, deeply hostile to this office and this inquiry.
where have I heard that before? There's no way Mum's gonna talk with you.
I'm sorry.
That's OK.
I understand.
I don't know that I should be, either.
I'm not here to be disrespectful to your brother's memory, but I have a job to do.
It's all right, Sergeant.
I'm a sergeant, too.
I know how things operate.
Thank you.
- I don't have to talk to you lot.
- I only want you to listen.
A bloke like you is never gonna understand me or Gary Slater.
I don't know.
Maybe we all crawled from under the same rock.
Oh, yeah? Me and Gary are a team.
My guv'nor wants you to bring your snout in.
You what? The bloke who fingered Chip Coogan for the offie raid.
How long you been in the CIB, Naylor? Four years.
Yeah, well, it's changed on the street, Inspector.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, crack's changed it.
Makes them fearless, the bad boys.
Gets them all twisted up here, all psychotic.
And every little boy in long trousers is saving for a shooter.
You know what? Only me and Gary Slater are gonna save you.
Cos the Home Office, they just deny there's a crack problem cos it only seems to be affecting our black brethren.
But when some Tory minister's kids die from crack at Oxford, then me and Gary we'll be heroes, won't we? Do you really think I'm gonna help you? I don't expect nothing from you.
But if that song and dance about good policing means anything, you've got a responsibility to make sure your snout doesn't get shot up.
So are you bringing him in or not? I've been away a long time.
- were you close to Chip? - No, not really.
It was always Michael he looked up to, not me.
Michael? My oldest brother.
He was in the army, too.
where is he now? He was blown up in Northern Ireland.
I'm sorry.
They were walking over a drainage ditch, himself and three of his squad.
He was the last man when they detonated it with a command wire.
- So why did you join up? - To get away from my dad.
He had a temper on him.
when he drank, he gave me some licks.
Your mum must have been upset, though.
She's an intelligent woman.
She knew I had to get away.
what kind of guy was Chip? I just remember him as my kid brother.
Not as some boy who got shot up outside an off-licence.
Guv, meet Harvey.
Hello, Harvey.
How did you know Chip Coogan? Here and there.
Around.
we burn a thing together sometimes.
How'd you finger him for the off-licence? I only had ten pound, the same as him.
So we put it together to buy a stone.
we burn it at my place.
we smoking the thing and he take out this gun from here.
Him say, "I'm gonna do the off-licence.
" Bad things.
Gonna get more charlie.
After him gone, I call that bastard, Slater.
I never think they would kill the boy.
- why'd you tell Slater? - I ain't got no choice.
Him and Green catch me one time.
I had a bit of coke on me, just a stone.
They say they're gonna prosecute me for supplying but I ain't no supplier.
I was cryin'.
They had me cryin', man.
I say, "I have a family.
I'm a father.
" Now they say they're gonna let me go if I tell them things.
I ain't a grass.
But I have a family, man.
So them say them gonna tell everybody I'm a grass if I don't tell them.
If they say that, I'm gonna be dead, man.
You hear me? - Do they pay you? - No.
Sometimes maybe a ten-pound if I'm stuck.
- Sometimes they give me a stone.
- They gave you cocaine? A stone sometimes.
The other guy in the off-licence shooting, the white guy.
D'you know who he was? what about Chip? who was he close to? who would he give something to? There was a girl, Annette.
He was poking her.
She'd poke anything for a stone.
- where can I find her? - Here and there.
She moving with the night people.
I'm going back to me own drum.
Old Bill ain't been there.
They got nothing on me.
Go back to me own drum, find that geezer and I am gonna cut him.
I'm gonna cut him.
Right open.
I got some more info from the Goldilock fellows, guv.
Oh, good work.
Goldilocks? Yeah, the Rastas.
Er, dreadlocks.
You know.
It's a religious faith.
Real Rastas are very spiritual, very disciplined.
It's just a bloody hairdo, innit? You're a right dinosaur sometimes.
On these crack estates young girls are prostituting themselves for one stone, for a ten-minute high.
The boys are killing for it.
- It's nothing to do with religion.
- All right, let it go.
Harry, no more Goldilocks.
Not in the streets, not in the office.
Come on.
Let's sort out tomorrow night.
Right.
And one, two, three Spit, two, three.
They say it's best to use the tinfoil from Yorkie bars.
It's supposed to be the strongest.
So it don't burst in your stomach if you get pulled and have to swallow your stash.
Local nick never tell us anything like that.
Local nick never tell us nothing, do they, guv? Here she comes.
Hiya.
I'm trying to find my friend, Annette.
I knew her in C-wing.
what you doing here? This is our place.
- I'm just trying to find Annette.
- I don't know no Annette.
And you can't work here.
Get lost.
No, I'm not working.
I was just trying to find my friend.
Jesus! All right, police! Get off the woman! Back off! Come on! Hold him! Back off, back off! Back off, I say, back off! wind it down! Back off! Easy.
Come with me, come with me.
Thanks.
I hate violence.
Even against the police.
I need your help.
I'm looking for a young crack addict, Annette Marsh.
So you come and ask me? Perhaps you assume, because I'm a black man, that I know every crack addict personally.
She's moving around this neighbourhood.
Crack is not a black thing.
It's a drugs thing! - I'm just looking for a girl.
- I can't help you! I'm not after her, I'm after two police officers! I'm not a racist! Yeah.
Some of your best friends are black.
You may not be a racist, Mr Clark, but I'm afraid I am.
I can't help you, Superintendent.
I help black people! Does it look awful? Yeah.
well, thank God the bottle didn't break.
Pick on prostitutes your own size in future.
Do you think it's gonna scar? Nah.
It's a hard life being a policewoman.
well, not all the time.
Until further notice, you will all assist Superintendent Clark in the search for this Marsh girl.
Tony.
All right.
You all have this.
Annette Marsh.
Seen the file.
This girl did not audition for The Sound Of Music.
At the moment, she seems the best bet for having the Chip Coogan tape.
She moves with some bad people.
On the basis of what our informant has given us, we're restricting our searches to the Cornell, Angel and Jarnett estates.
we're looking for knocking shops, shebeens, crack venues, the usual tourist attractions.
we are not interested in finding anything except the girl and the tape.
So no feeling collars.
what about the local Bill? Treat them as hostiles.
That's off the record.
Now, as you may have heard in the canteen, these are rough manors.
So watch your arses, please.
Could also be a long job, so tell Mum and Dad they won't be seeing you nights for the duration.
Thank you.
Tony, can I have a quick word? A 10p accumulator, man.
A 10p accumulator! Look what I buy for my little boy.
- Second hand? - Yeah, but it's a good one! - I got cable.
- I'm gonna get cable.
Bloody marvellous.
what are you, a bloody boy scout? There was no reason not to let them talk to him.
So you're just gonna bend over every time they put the squeeze on? - Oh, this is stupid, Gary.
- Oh, yeah? They can't touch us.
we're in the clear.
Can you remember every word you said to that little prick Coogan? Do you know what's on the rest of that tape? No.
That is why we gotta find him first.
we're on suspension with no backup.
without backup we'd be crucified.
what's your problem, man? You lost your bottle? who are you? where are you taking me? why are you doing this? what are you doing? You don't know me, boss.
You don't know me, you don't know me.
You don't know me, boss.
You don't know me, boss.
You don't know me, boss.
I know you.
- Are you the one? - I don't know this bitch.
what you have in the bag? Got a video.
- It's for my kid.
- Can I have it? Give it to her, Harv.
Go on, old son.
It's for my kiddies.
That's for your kiddies.
Ain't it got a remote? Take your coat off, Harvey.
It's a warm night.
- I feel cool! - Take it off.
what happened to Chip's gonna happen to you now.
Please.
Please, no, please! Except it ain't gonna be as quick.
He has a knife, Harvey.
why has he got a knife, Harvey? who's the knife for, Harvey? Chip was me best mate.
I grew up with the geezer.
- I'm gonna use the blade.
- Please! I beg you! Police.
Take it easy, sunshine.
Harry, that way.
This way.
Oh.
Hello.
Having a little party, are we? I hope you're married.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
who let white man in? Police! No No Oh, what a waste.
Yah, get it on.
Thank you for your cooperation.
- You have a nice evening.
- Just get out, man.
Cheers, mate.
- How's it going, Craig? - what you want? I ain't carrying! You was in that knocking shop.
what were they after? - Annette something.
- where is she? - why I tell you? - Cos if you don't tell me, you're gonna find yourself lying on the floor of my van some night with me and my mates kicking seven shades of shit out of you! And you know me, boy, I never forget a favour! - Mr Clark - whoa, whoa, it's all right.
- Guv.
- I think it's time we spoke.
Come into my office.
This girl you're looking for.
I know where she is.
She lives in a squat on the Jarnett estate.
Thank you, Mr Baron.
why now? Because Harvey Mannel was a good friend of mine.
we grew up together.
He was a good man.
He was weak but he had pressures on him.
No man deserves to die without dignity.
Crack is evil, Mr Clark.
Pure evil.
Get off! Get off! You don't have to treat me like this! Go on! Kiss me punani! Kiss me stinkin' punani! The Area Major Investigation Pool want to talk to you in connection with the killing of Harvey Mannel.
Yeah? Babylon always talking to me.
what do I care? All I want you to do is tell me where Chip Coogan's tape is.
what tape? - Any joy? - She doesn't know anything about it.
- And the stabbing? - AMIP's ball game.
I just wanna question her.
They got nothing to put her in the frame.
I'm afraid we've drawn a blank, sir.
From what I've heard, you might have been more successful had you handled things in a more sensitive manner.
If the press get hold of that tape, the Home Office will be very unhappy about your gung-ho antics, Tony.
I hope you appreciate that.
He was warned, sir.
Yes, pig, can I help you? I hear they kicked you out.
where's the tape that little shit made? - Starting, are you? - Don't you Can you hack it? Are you sure you've explored every possible avenue? I know you're worried about the racial and political fallout, sir, and I hate messing up your day, but there is nothing else I can do.
Guv.
Slater's been done over.
He's in hospital.
You see? There's still a little mileage yet.
You will keep me informed, won't you? The day I no longer wanna do this job, I'm gonna take that twat down to the car park and hurt him very badly.
I wouldn't do that, guv.
- Mind you, I'd hold your coat for you.
- Thank you.
Dr Beardman, please come to Casualty.
Yeah and Look, listen.
They've arrested a Lloyd Manning for pushing Slater off the balcony.
AMIP have got him.
I reckon Manning may have the tape.
I have been refused permission to sit in at his interrogation.
I need you to get me in, sir.
That's the station commander's prerogative.
what can I do? You can indulge me, sir.
This afternoon you pushed a police officer off a balcony.
That officer sustained crippling injuries.
well, he attacked me.
- I must insist - He grabbed me and attacked me.
I've already told you my client does not wish to answer questions on any topic relating to events of this afternoon.
If you wish to resume your previous inquiries, please do.
All right.
Let's return to Harvey Mannel.
where were you on the night of the 14th? You still decline to give an account of your movements? My client has repeatedly declined.
when you were picked up, you had £107 on you.
- You working at the moment, son? - I won that.
- On the gee-gees? - Playing pool.
Interview concludes at 6:37.
Sir, he's all yours.
- Any joy? - He's not exactly singing his heart out.
we've got nothing on him for the murder of Mannel.
- Or the wounding of the Asian woman.
- what about Slater? we could do him for GBH but he'd be out on bail in the morning.
More than likely he'll go free at his trial, as well.
He's alive, isn't he? He smashed his hip and his leg.
He'll have to be invalided out.
Shouldn't have gone in on his own.
He was suspended, for Christ's sake.
The job was his life, Naylor.
what sort of a job's that, then? Reselling drugs out on the street.
Oh, leave it out.
All Gary wanted was to find the crack house that was supplying the whole area.
Not just pick off some little shit with half a gram on them.
what the bloody hell was he up to with Coogan, then? we got him coming out the back of a pharmacist's one night.
we've even got pictures of it.
That's how we leant on him.
we wanted him to find the crack lab for us.
That's why Slater blackmailed him into becoming a snout.
we was never gonna give that little toerag a shooter.
Are you crazy or what? I'm not inquiring into the other murders.
Oh, yeah? what inquiries are you inquiring into, then? Chip Coogan made a tape.
Someone's got that tape.
I think perhaps you have that tape.
what's this? what's this? what tape? Did Chip Coogan give you a tape? Take it from me, Chip Coogan wouldn't give you the steam off his piss.
Tight little git.
I never liked him.
Thought it was very civic-minded of you people to shoot him, actually.
You want a tape, go ask his mother.
He never trust no one except his mother.
Just another mad-dog nigger, Mr Policeman.
- what's happening, guv? - Come on.
- we're leaving? - I've been an idiot.
Mum.
we've got to finish this now.
My son knew nothing.
I know.
You look at me like I'm a madwoman.
what would you know? Mum.
to fill up your workforce.
You put up posters at home, "Come to Britain "and be part of the English family.
" And we come.
Intelligent, respectable people like my husband and me.
And what did we find? Your English slums and your English racism.
Your English racism put my husband in the grave.
The IRA put me son in the grave.
And you you put my baby in his grave! Mum, the man do no harm.
And you.
Go back to your war and fight the white-man war for him.
Go back and die for him! I want a gun.
You gotta get me a gun.
You hear me? - I want a bleeding shooter.
- I can get shooters.
I can get shooters.
You want a shooter, Chip? we got shooters.
You want a shooter? You want a scud missile? You are out of your tree, you black toerag.
You think we'd arm a tool like you? You get me that lab, boy.
You hear me? Get me that bloody lab.
I'm gonna put you crack bastards out of business forever and then some.
- They weren't bent.
- Didn't even take a rake-off.
They're just obsolete, in't they? we screwed up.
From a height.
And one, two, three, spit.
Two, three
All the way up! Papa one-three to MP.
Request status Trojan Delta to Cornell Estate.
Trojan five-zero-two.
Status Trojan Delta, Cornell Estate.
Message received.
All right.
Move! Right, you Paki bastards, up against the wall.
- Come on! - Come on! Get the money, man, come on.
Come on.
Get the money, man.
Sort it out, man.
Jesus! Come on, man, sort it out! Come on! Open the till! Come on, you Paki bastard! Sort it out! You shot the bitch, man! - Get the money! - You shot the bitch! - Get the money! - Jesus! Jesus! - Come on! - You shot the bitch! - Get the money! Get the money! - Jesus! Get the money! Put your guns down, you bastards! Armed police! Get down! Armed police! Armed police! - Shit.
- Shit! All right, all right.
You think me have no ears? - Get off me, man! - Listen to me.
The Old Bill just shot Chip.
He's dead! No way, man.
They can't have shot him.
I was there, you stupid cow! They shot him! Tried to shoot me! I got to stay under cover.
I'm staying here for a while.
No way.
I'm not having no Babylon inside here.
Do us a favour and shut it.
All right? Jesus, man.
what happened? I've got to get me head together.
You got a stone? Burn it, man.
we was grassed.
we must have been.
Someone's grassed us.
Burn the thing, man.
we'll smoke it together.
That's good grounds for a divorce, innit? One for you, Tony.
Harris Street.
CID and the shots went in 50 minutes ago to arrest a crack addict for an armed robbery in an off-licence.
- CID have good info? - The shots put two bullets through him.
- Did they knock? - Like an elephant.
The whole estate heard them yelling, "Armed police".
- So it was kosher.
- Real gun, real bullets.
They were being shot at and I'd have fired.
Yeah, but then you've got all this pent-up aggression in you, sir.
I mean, you're like a wild animal.
Yeah.
Er, Richard, it's Tony Clark.
Is Mo there? This isn't my nick, sir.
we were just in the area in the armed response vehicle.
what weapons had you got in the car, Constable? we all wore Smith & wesson.
38s.
Paul and I were carrying MP5 carbines.
Mm.
what time were you called in? About ten to six.
we were stitched up in the traffic.
Then it come on the radio we were to go to the Cornell Estate in support of two local CID officers.
- Detectives Green and Slater.
- No idea.
when the call came, I gave everyone a warning.
And next thing I know, everyone's screaming.
You think, "Jesus".
when I fired my gun, it didn't sound real.
It sounded wrong.
when the boy fell, he he just looked so silly.
I thought he'd just get up again, you know, like he'd fell.
I thought he'd just get up again and wave to me.
- Another one down, Mark.
- All the way, boss! Got a phone call from one of my snouts, said Chip Coogan was waving his shooter round, was gonna do a blag on the off-licence.
- what time was that? - Twenty to six.
I phoned my guv'nor and two of us went to have a word with Chip.
were either of you armed? Only the shits on the streets carry guns.
Us coppers have to do what Mummy tells us.
I'd have preferred to have paid the little shit a visit carrying a tool of my own.
Just me and the little bastard, keep it in the family.
But that would have been against regulations.
Sir.
So we were forced to call in the cavalry and they had all the fun.
Are you trying to impress me, DS Slater? why would I want to do that, sir? That'll be all, Sergeant.
It's a nice neighbourhood, this.
- what's the story? - Clean.
Half a dozen witnesses heard the officers shout a warning before they fired.
Also, the first shots were fired by the raiders.
All right.
Let's go.
- Shut it, OK? - I didn't think it would be like this.
Shut it, you little cokehead.
You're in the clear, so just shut it! - But you killed him! - Listen, Harvey.
Listen to the man.
You're as safe as houses.
Nobody's gonna know you grassed him up.
- Understand? You're in the clear.
- I better be.
Go home.
I ain't got no tube fare.
I can't walk home from here! - Leave it out, Harvey.
- I ain't got no money! You're the white man's burden, you are, Harvey.
- How much? - £1.
20.
Here you are, here's 1.
50.
Don't go and spend it on crack.
You people are animals! where's my brother, Mum? what happened to my brother? I wanna know what happened, Mum.
The autopsy showed a large quantity of cocaine in Chip Coogan's blood.
Also, powder marks on his hands showed that he'd fired his gun, which we knew anyway.
It's nice to have things official.
Belt and braces and all that.
So, what are your preliminary findings? The officers identified themselves as armed police.
They were fired on first.
Apart from waving a gold watch and trying to hypnotise the gunmen I don't think they could have played it any differently.
And the woman from the off-licence? Her condition is comfortable.
It's somewhat lucky for us she was Asian.
Lucky? Yeah, it stops this being a black and white thing.
well, I'm sure she'll be delighted her body wasn't blown apart in vain.
Don't be so simplistic, Anthony.
This dead youth's family have asked for a meeting with the Police Complaints Authority chap, McKenzie.
McKenzie thinks it would be good if you attended.
Offer condolences et cetera.
- Is he serious? - I rather like the idea.
Shows we care.
Do you really think Chip Coogan's family care whether we care? The police just killed their son.
I don't think we'd be welcome.
Indulge me, Superintendent.
See you later, man, yeah? Jason, easy with the chalk.
Oh, never mind.
Never mind.
- PCA? - That's me, George McKenzie.
Detective Superintendent Clark, Detective Sergeant Connell.
David Baron.
I run this centre.
Mrs Coogan and her son are in my office.
This way.
Betty, this is the man from the Police Complaints people.
My name is George McKenzie, Mrs Coogan.
My deepest condolences to you and your family.
Detective Superintendent Clark from the Complaints Investigation Bureau.
I'm supervising his investigation into the circumstances surrounding your son's death.
Mrs Coogan.
My son did a very bad thing.
But I cannot shake the hands of the men that killed him.
I understand.
May I offer my condolences anyway? will your condolences bring my son to life? Take away 21 years of pain and worry? - No, I can't do that, Mrs Coogan.
- Then I'd like you to leave policeman.
- Hiya.
- Hi.
All right? - what's happening? - It's just some stuff from the office.
I got fed up seeing it in boxes.
Thought I'd spread it out.
what about my books? I thought it'd look better like this.
Let them breathe.
I don't care what they look like.
It's what they say I'm interested in.
You better see now they're unpacked.
They're my books, I want them on my book shelves.
- I just thought - Don't just think.
This is my home.
Give us a break, will you, Mo? we discussed this.
You can't throw that in my face.
Oh, Richard, I'm really sorry.
I had a horrible day at work.
And I am just not used to having somebody around.
- The Laughing Policewoman, eh? - Oh, don't.
You tell him about the shaking? what did he say? - I've got to have tests.
- what sort of tests? where are the bloody overtime forms? They're probably under the coffee pot or somewhere.
Oh, guv, Mr Graves is going bananas.
wants to see you sharpish.
what for? I don't know, but he's got that Mr McKenzie in there with him.
Sorry, love.
It was just the guv'nor.
So what's this about tests? He said I'll have to go into hospital overnight.
I asked him what he thought it was and he wouldn't say.
- Look, love, don't get upset.
- why not? He was so careful with me, it can't be good news.
we've nearly wrapped this up now.
we've only got the paperwork to do, then we can talk all this through.
- It's just more bloody waiting.
- Come on, Joyce.
I mean, the doctor's only trying to do his best for you, isn't he? Come in.
- You looking for me, sir? - Yes, we were.
You might care to listen to this.
I received it in my mail this morning.
Get off me! He wants all of it.
I want all of it.
I want all your charlie.
Look, they're gonna kill me! what am I gonna do to you? what am I gonna do? He's gonna mess you up, boy.
Either way, you're dead, Chip.
Dead meat! I want a gun.
You gotta get me a gun.
I want a shooter! I can get shooters.
I can get shooters.
You want a shooter, Chip? we've got shooters, mate.
It would seem the officers you've just cleared gave Chip Coogan a gun.
And if he hadn't had a gun, of course he wouldn't have been killed, would he? Apparently, they let him spend it.
I am gonna have Slater's balls.
what does he think he is, a commando? Harry, check the informants list at Harris Street.
Mo, you're with me.
Slater and his pal knew Coogan a lot better than they're letting on.
what, precisely, was your relationship with the deceased? He was nothing to me.
Just another ape-man from the Cornell Estate, sir.
And I don't tend to socialise with the residents.
On grounds of colour? Christ, no.
The white scum on the Cornell are worse than the darkies.
At least some of the black boys can read.
Same thing can't be said of the white brothers and sisters.
Fourth-generation inbred alcoholics, most of them.
Cornell's always been heavy but since crack arrived it's turned into a war zone.
- It's a shit-heap.
- Thank you for sharing that with us.
Chip Coogan was shot dead in a raid instigated by you, Sergeant Slater.
what was your relationship to Chip Coogan? I have no relationship with these people.
Oh.
Then perhaps you can explain how you and your partner got into this conversation with the deceased.
I'm now gonna play a tape to Detective Sergeant Slater.
Give it to me.
No, I can't.
- All of it, you little shit.
- Or he'll do you.
- All your charlie.
- Get off me! - He wants all of it.
- I want all your charlie.
- All of it! - Look, they're gonna kill me! what am I gonna do to you? - what am I gonna do to you? - He's gonna mess you up, boy.
Either way, you're dead, Chip.
You are dead meat! I want a gun.
You gotta get me a gun.
- I want a shooter! - I can get shooters.
I can get shooters.
Yeah, we got shooters, mate.
Detective Inspector Naylor has just come into the room.
Could you explain that conversation to me? Just routine police business, sir.
- Just routine police business? - Yeah.
- He was one of my snouts.
- Oh.
Then he's registered as an informant at this station? Yep.
Could you explain why Inspector Naylor could find no such record? Maybe I forgot to hand it in.
I'm not renowned for my paperwork.
- will there be anything else, sir? - Yeah.
How about dealing crack and peddling guns, Sergeant? Mickey Mouse stuff, sir.
You'll say anything to deal with these coke junkies.
Are you aware of the gravity of the criminal charges you may be facing? The little shit's dead.
There's no point in wasting any more time with him.
Go back to arranging your pencils.
Leave the police work to the grown-ups.
we've gotta get them off the streets.
They're dangerous.
we have to tread gently.
This is a very delicate issue.
It must be handled with care.
- Colour, Tony.
- Colour? - Black! - Black isn't a colour.
I don't want this turning into some bloody racial political football.
If we suspend these officers, we point the finger straight at the Met.
If we don't, that finger will go straight up the Met, sir! I can get shooters.
Yeah, we got shooters, mate.
Is there anything you would like to add to what you or your partner have said? No.
Then my advice, Detective Constable Green, is to go home and start digging the garden.
Interview ends 12:30pm.
The alacrity with which I agreed to suspend those two officers shows the gravity I attach to this affair.
- Yes, sir.
- This tape, tell me about it.
The lads went over it, they say it's genuine.
The conversation hasn't been doctored, just cut off at a certain point.
And there's a tape with the full conversation.
- where might that be? - we're pursuing that, sir.
Like the clappers, I hope, Chief Superintendent.
Yes, sir.
The boy who was shot, did he make the tape? He's gotta be favourite, sir.
what was he, a surveillance specialist? Probably an ordinary walkman that Coogan lifted in a burglary.
However he did it, I want you to get me the original tape.
Preferably before some clown posts it to the bloody Guardian.
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
Get his things, get his things! Got any charlie, have you? I've got his chaps.
It's not worth it, man.
I got chaps.
Come on, bruv.
Two.
Marky, give the man two stone.
It's not worth it.
I told Let the lady through, man.
Let her children through.
Give him two.
Two, man.
- Come on, bruv.
Oi, you know me.
- Sort the man out nicely, man.
All right.
Two.
- Respect, bruv, respect.
- You see, I take care of you.
That boy the 5-0 gunned down.
He your spar, innit? He was my man.
Yeah.
I see him that afternoon.
He come buy a stone from me.
Him and that other geezer.
- what geezer? - I don't frigging know.
Harvey, or whatever his name is.
There's cod steaks.
Put them under the grill for ten minutes.
- There's cod steaks.
- what? You was a good man before you was a crackhead.
I'm going to work.
- where are you going, Dad? - It's broken.
It's broken.
- That's ours, Dad.
- It's broken.
It's not broken.
I'm your father.
It's broken! And another one.
There's nearly two million of those been sold in three months.
It's not gonna be a quick sprint to the line.
whoever's got the tape had to be close to Chip Coogan before he was shot.
Now, we have three possible lines of inquiry - the local community, the local police and his family.
At this point in time, all three groups are, surprise surprise, deeply hostile to this office and this inquiry.
where have I heard that before? There's no way Mum's gonna talk with you.
I'm sorry.
That's OK.
I understand.
I don't know that I should be, either.
I'm not here to be disrespectful to your brother's memory, but I have a job to do.
It's all right, Sergeant.
I'm a sergeant, too.
I know how things operate.
Thank you.
- I don't have to talk to you lot.
- I only want you to listen.
A bloke like you is never gonna understand me or Gary Slater.
I don't know.
Maybe we all crawled from under the same rock.
Oh, yeah? Me and Gary are a team.
My guv'nor wants you to bring your snout in.
You what? The bloke who fingered Chip Coogan for the offie raid.
How long you been in the CIB, Naylor? Four years.
Yeah, well, it's changed on the street, Inspector.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, crack's changed it.
Makes them fearless, the bad boys.
Gets them all twisted up here, all psychotic.
And every little boy in long trousers is saving for a shooter.
You know what? Only me and Gary Slater are gonna save you.
Cos the Home Office, they just deny there's a crack problem cos it only seems to be affecting our black brethren.
But when some Tory minister's kids die from crack at Oxford, then me and Gary we'll be heroes, won't we? Do you really think I'm gonna help you? I don't expect nothing from you.
But if that song and dance about good policing means anything, you've got a responsibility to make sure your snout doesn't get shot up.
So are you bringing him in or not? I've been away a long time.
- were you close to Chip? - No, not really.
It was always Michael he looked up to, not me.
Michael? My oldest brother.
He was in the army, too.
where is he now? He was blown up in Northern Ireland.
I'm sorry.
They were walking over a drainage ditch, himself and three of his squad.
He was the last man when they detonated it with a command wire.
- So why did you join up? - To get away from my dad.
He had a temper on him.
when he drank, he gave me some licks.
Your mum must have been upset, though.
She's an intelligent woman.
She knew I had to get away.
what kind of guy was Chip? I just remember him as my kid brother.
Not as some boy who got shot up outside an off-licence.
Guv, meet Harvey.
Hello, Harvey.
How did you know Chip Coogan? Here and there.
Around.
we burn a thing together sometimes.
How'd you finger him for the off-licence? I only had ten pound, the same as him.
So we put it together to buy a stone.
we burn it at my place.
we smoking the thing and he take out this gun from here.
Him say, "I'm gonna do the off-licence.
" Bad things.
Gonna get more charlie.
After him gone, I call that bastard, Slater.
I never think they would kill the boy.
- why'd you tell Slater? - I ain't got no choice.
Him and Green catch me one time.
I had a bit of coke on me, just a stone.
They say they're gonna prosecute me for supplying but I ain't no supplier.
I was cryin'.
They had me cryin', man.
I say, "I have a family.
I'm a father.
" Now they say they're gonna let me go if I tell them things.
I ain't a grass.
But I have a family, man.
So them say them gonna tell everybody I'm a grass if I don't tell them.
If they say that, I'm gonna be dead, man.
You hear me? - Do they pay you? - No.
Sometimes maybe a ten-pound if I'm stuck.
- Sometimes they give me a stone.
- They gave you cocaine? A stone sometimes.
The other guy in the off-licence shooting, the white guy.
D'you know who he was? what about Chip? who was he close to? who would he give something to? There was a girl, Annette.
He was poking her.
She'd poke anything for a stone.
- where can I find her? - Here and there.
She moving with the night people.
I'm going back to me own drum.
Old Bill ain't been there.
They got nothing on me.
Go back to me own drum, find that geezer and I am gonna cut him.
I'm gonna cut him.
Right open.
I got some more info from the Goldilock fellows, guv.
Oh, good work.
Goldilocks? Yeah, the Rastas.
Er, dreadlocks.
You know.
It's a religious faith.
Real Rastas are very spiritual, very disciplined.
It's just a bloody hairdo, innit? You're a right dinosaur sometimes.
On these crack estates young girls are prostituting themselves for one stone, for a ten-minute high.
The boys are killing for it.
- It's nothing to do with religion.
- All right, let it go.
Harry, no more Goldilocks.
Not in the streets, not in the office.
Come on.
Let's sort out tomorrow night.
Right.
And one, two, three Spit, two, three.
They say it's best to use the tinfoil from Yorkie bars.
It's supposed to be the strongest.
So it don't burst in your stomach if you get pulled and have to swallow your stash.
Local nick never tell us anything like that.
Local nick never tell us nothing, do they, guv? Here she comes.
Hiya.
I'm trying to find my friend, Annette.
I knew her in C-wing.
what you doing here? This is our place.
- I'm just trying to find Annette.
- I don't know no Annette.
And you can't work here.
Get lost.
No, I'm not working.
I was just trying to find my friend.
Jesus! All right, police! Get off the woman! Back off! Come on! Hold him! Back off, back off! Back off, I say, back off! wind it down! Back off! Easy.
Come with me, come with me.
Thanks.
I hate violence.
Even against the police.
I need your help.
I'm looking for a young crack addict, Annette Marsh.
So you come and ask me? Perhaps you assume, because I'm a black man, that I know every crack addict personally.
She's moving around this neighbourhood.
Crack is not a black thing.
It's a drugs thing! - I'm just looking for a girl.
- I can't help you! I'm not after her, I'm after two police officers! I'm not a racist! Yeah.
Some of your best friends are black.
You may not be a racist, Mr Clark, but I'm afraid I am.
I can't help you, Superintendent.
I help black people! Does it look awful? Yeah.
well, thank God the bottle didn't break.
Pick on prostitutes your own size in future.
Do you think it's gonna scar? Nah.
It's a hard life being a policewoman.
well, not all the time.
Until further notice, you will all assist Superintendent Clark in the search for this Marsh girl.
Tony.
All right.
You all have this.
Annette Marsh.
Seen the file.
This girl did not audition for The Sound Of Music.
At the moment, she seems the best bet for having the Chip Coogan tape.
She moves with some bad people.
On the basis of what our informant has given us, we're restricting our searches to the Cornell, Angel and Jarnett estates.
we're looking for knocking shops, shebeens, crack venues, the usual tourist attractions.
we are not interested in finding anything except the girl and the tape.
So no feeling collars.
what about the local Bill? Treat them as hostiles.
That's off the record.
Now, as you may have heard in the canteen, these are rough manors.
So watch your arses, please.
Could also be a long job, so tell Mum and Dad they won't be seeing you nights for the duration.
Thank you.
Tony, can I have a quick word? A 10p accumulator, man.
A 10p accumulator! Look what I buy for my little boy.
- Second hand? - Yeah, but it's a good one! - I got cable.
- I'm gonna get cable.
Bloody marvellous.
what are you, a bloody boy scout? There was no reason not to let them talk to him.
So you're just gonna bend over every time they put the squeeze on? - Oh, this is stupid, Gary.
- Oh, yeah? They can't touch us.
we're in the clear.
Can you remember every word you said to that little prick Coogan? Do you know what's on the rest of that tape? No.
That is why we gotta find him first.
we're on suspension with no backup.
without backup we'd be crucified.
what's your problem, man? You lost your bottle? who are you? where are you taking me? why are you doing this? what are you doing? You don't know me, boss.
You don't know me, you don't know me.
You don't know me, boss.
You don't know me, boss.
You don't know me, boss.
I know you.
- Are you the one? - I don't know this bitch.
what you have in the bag? Got a video.
- It's for my kid.
- Can I have it? Give it to her, Harv.
Go on, old son.
It's for my kiddies.
That's for your kiddies.
Ain't it got a remote? Take your coat off, Harvey.
It's a warm night.
- I feel cool! - Take it off.
what happened to Chip's gonna happen to you now.
Please.
Please, no, please! Except it ain't gonna be as quick.
He has a knife, Harvey.
why has he got a knife, Harvey? who's the knife for, Harvey? Chip was me best mate.
I grew up with the geezer.
- I'm gonna use the blade.
- Please! I beg you! Police.
Take it easy, sunshine.
Harry, that way.
This way.
Oh.
Hello.
Having a little party, are we? I hope you're married.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
who let white man in? Police! No No Oh, what a waste.
Yah, get it on.
Thank you for your cooperation.
- You have a nice evening.
- Just get out, man.
Cheers, mate.
- How's it going, Craig? - what you want? I ain't carrying! You was in that knocking shop.
what were they after? - Annette something.
- where is she? - why I tell you? - Cos if you don't tell me, you're gonna find yourself lying on the floor of my van some night with me and my mates kicking seven shades of shit out of you! And you know me, boy, I never forget a favour! - Mr Clark - whoa, whoa, it's all right.
- Guv.
- I think it's time we spoke.
Come into my office.
This girl you're looking for.
I know where she is.
She lives in a squat on the Jarnett estate.
Thank you, Mr Baron.
why now? Because Harvey Mannel was a good friend of mine.
we grew up together.
He was a good man.
He was weak but he had pressures on him.
No man deserves to die without dignity.
Crack is evil, Mr Clark.
Pure evil.
Get off! Get off! You don't have to treat me like this! Go on! Kiss me punani! Kiss me stinkin' punani! The Area Major Investigation Pool want to talk to you in connection with the killing of Harvey Mannel.
Yeah? Babylon always talking to me.
what do I care? All I want you to do is tell me where Chip Coogan's tape is.
what tape? - Any joy? - She doesn't know anything about it.
- And the stabbing? - AMIP's ball game.
I just wanna question her.
They got nothing to put her in the frame.
I'm afraid we've drawn a blank, sir.
From what I've heard, you might have been more successful had you handled things in a more sensitive manner.
If the press get hold of that tape, the Home Office will be very unhappy about your gung-ho antics, Tony.
I hope you appreciate that.
He was warned, sir.
Yes, pig, can I help you? I hear they kicked you out.
where's the tape that little shit made? - Starting, are you? - Don't you Can you hack it? Are you sure you've explored every possible avenue? I know you're worried about the racial and political fallout, sir, and I hate messing up your day, but there is nothing else I can do.
Guv.
Slater's been done over.
He's in hospital.
You see? There's still a little mileage yet.
You will keep me informed, won't you? The day I no longer wanna do this job, I'm gonna take that twat down to the car park and hurt him very badly.
I wouldn't do that, guv.
- Mind you, I'd hold your coat for you.
- Thank you.
Dr Beardman, please come to Casualty.
Yeah and Look, listen.
They've arrested a Lloyd Manning for pushing Slater off the balcony.
AMIP have got him.
I reckon Manning may have the tape.
I have been refused permission to sit in at his interrogation.
I need you to get me in, sir.
That's the station commander's prerogative.
what can I do? You can indulge me, sir.
This afternoon you pushed a police officer off a balcony.
That officer sustained crippling injuries.
well, he attacked me.
- I must insist - He grabbed me and attacked me.
I've already told you my client does not wish to answer questions on any topic relating to events of this afternoon.
If you wish to resume your previous inquiries, please do.
All right.
Let's return to Harvey Mannel.
where were you on the night of the 14th? You still decline to give an account of your movements? My client has repeatedly declined.
when you were picked up, you had £107 on you.
- You working at the moment, son? - I won that.
- On the gee-gees? - Playing pool.
Interview concludes at 6:37.
Sir, he's all yours.
- Any joy? - He's not exactly singing his heart out.
we've got nothing on him for the murder of Mannel.
- Or the wounding of the Asian woman.
- what about Slater? we could do him for GBH but he'd be out on bail in the morning.
More than likely he'll go free at his trial, as well.
He's alive, isn't he? He smashed his hip and his leg.
He'll have to be invalided out.
Shouldn't have gone in on his own.
He was suspended, for Christ's sake.
The job was his life, Naylor.
what sort of a job's that, then? Reselling drugs out on the street.
Oh, leave it out.
All Gary wanted was to find the crack house that was supplying the whole area.
Not just pick off some little shit with half a gram on them.
what the bloody hell was he up to with Coogan, then? we got him coming out the back of a pharmacist's one night.
we've even got pictures of it.
That's how we leant on him.
we wanted him to find the crack lab for us.
That's why Slater blackmailed him into becoming a snout.
we was never gonna give that little toerag a shooter.
Are you crazy or what? I'm not inquiring into the other murders.
Oh, yeah? what inquiries are you inquiring into, then? Chip Coogan made a tape.
Someone's got that tape.
I think perhaps you have that tape.
what's this? what's this? what tape? Did Chip Coogan give you a tape? Take it from me, Chip Coogan wouldn't give you the steam off his piss.
Tight little git.
I never liked him.
Thought it was very civic-minded of you people to shoot him, actually.
You want a tape, go ask his mother.
He never trust no one except his mother.
Just another mad-dog nigger, Mr Policeman.
- what's happening, guv? - Come on.
- we're leaving? - I've been an idiot.
Mum.
we've got to finish this now.
My son knew nothing.
I know.
You look at me like I'm a madwoman.
what would you know? Mum.
to fill up your workforce.
You put up posters at home, "Come to Britain "and be part of the English family.
" And we come.
Intelligent, respectable people like my husband and me.
And what did we find? Your English slums and your English racism.
Your English racism put my husband in the grave.
The IRA put me son in the grave.
And you you put my baby in his grave! Mum, the man do no harm.
And you.
Go back to your war and fight the white-man war for him.
Go back and die for him! I want a gun.
You gotta get me a gun.
You hear me? - I want a bleeding shooter.
- I can get shooters.
I can get shooters.
You want a shooter, Chip? we got shooters.
You want a shooter? You want a scud missile? You are out of your tree, you black toerag.
You think we'd arm a tool like you? You get me that lab, boy.
You hear me? Get me that bloody lab.
I'm gonna put you crack bastards out of business forever and then some.
- They weren't bent.
- Didn't even take a rake-off.
They're just obsolete, in't they? we screwed up.
From a height.
And one, two, three, spit.
Two, three