Murphy's Law (2003) s04e02 Episode Script
Season 4, Episode 2
THUNDER RUMBLES SIREN WAILS Let me out! Let me out! THEME MUSIC One should not love God out of fear of punishment in hell or reward of heaven, but only out of love of God for himself.
God knows everything in heaven and on earth.
Two men do not consult secretly together but he is the third among them.
There is only one way the Bill would have let you go .
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that's if you turned grass.
You're crazy.
A crazy man.
What did they say about me? Nothing.
(GRUNTS) (SPITS) Don't lie to me.
What did they say about me? (BREATHES HEAVILY) (SPITS) Remember .
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angels record the deeds of each person (GRUNTS) .
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in the book that will be used in God's judgment of that person .
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on the day of resurrection.
CROW CAWS TELEPHONE RINGS Yeah? What are we gettin' on Drew? Nothing but reading the Koran, praying and learning Arabic.
Are you alright? I had to finger Naim.
Pretty forcefully.
Wish I hadn't had to.
I don't know.
It's hairy.
Everyone's high as a kite right now.
Is your cover still intact? Christ knows.
They took me to this parcel of wasteland between the Guardian and the Hardwick Road.
Looks like it's prime for redevelopment.
We know Mo's into property - find the link.
Will do.
Billy knew about the drug deal when Drew didn't.
What else does Billy know that Drew doesn't? I'm going back to the Lollipop.
One coffee, please.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Alright, ladies? (WHISPERS) Shit! Mm! (CALLS) Drew! Brilliant.
Come on, come on, come on! MAN: Am I stupid? Someone get on that.
Right now.
Shit! It's you again? There's somebody out there.
Yeah? Can't see anything.
What happened to you? (LAUGHS SOFTLY) Just a wee scrape.
ROCK MUSIC PLAYS MUSIC GETS LOUDER MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC Go.
(ALL TALK AT ONCE) I've got you now! I've got you.
You like them fat! Fat? Voluptuous.
You'd have to roll her in flour to find her wet spot.
(LAUGHS) Are you gay? (LAUGHS) Now! (WOMAN SCREAMS) GLASS SMASHES Now! Go on! (COUGHING) GLASS SMASHES Come with me.
She's got asthma.
Alright.
We're going to get you out of here.
Move, move, move.
Get out of the way.
Close your eyes.
Through here.
It's OK.
Come on.
We'll get you out.
We're fine.
Go on.
Head down.
Through here.
To the right.
To the right.
You'll be OK, OK? Stay here.
Look after her.
SMOKE ALARM BEEPS What the hell is going on? Think he's burnt the toast.
ROCK MUSIC BLARES They've locked it from the outside! Drew? Jimmy Mack.
I need you to get down to the Lollipop right away.
BANGING ON DOOR SMOKE ALARM BEEPS (MAN CHOKES) Do we think Murphy's still in there? We do.
Oh, shit.
SMOKE ALARM CONTINUES (MEN YELL) You want a wee bit of Billy Johnstone? Give me that! Do you want the cops to find out they're packing your doorstep? Think about it! Later.
We'll get them later.
Oh, f Fuck! It's me.
Bash is on the phone.
His car's been done over.
His briefcase is gone.
Contained a report he'd prepared for the CPS.
(SIGHS) Get me a copy of it.
What happened? Some kids.
Bastard bindis! Threw CS gas canisters in.
They were waiting outside with baseball bats.
One of the girls got clocked badly when the window came in.
Where is she? Hospital.
Now, where did you get my number? On your son's phone before I dumped it.
Huh? You called him to come down here? Thought we might need a hand.
From him? Hey, what's he gonna do? Hit them with his prayer rug? Now, what did I tell you? What did you tell me? What did I tell you? This is payback for that kid you battered, Sammy Hussein.
Oh, hey! I never battered no kid! Alright, OK.
I'llI'll sort this.
Straighten it out.
Oh, yeah.
On your knees facing Mecca! This is war! What did you say? You heard me! You do nothing, you hear me? You keep your hands in your pockets and your mouth shut.
You get my big brother a whiskey.
Might settle his nerves a wee bit.
Why do you insult me like this? I insult? Oh, come on! How do you think this makes me feel? Tattoo removal.
You should be proud! You never learn, do you, Billy? Huh? You just don't see the big picture.
I see the big picture.
I see the big picture, exactly.
And you're in the bottom, left-hand corner of it being fisted by a Paki! What's next, are you gonna, er, change your name to Ahmed? And have your lad trimmed? (SCREAMS) Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! You talk to me like that, brother or not, and Iwillgutyou.
Go ahead.
Go ahead.
'Cause I have no idea who you are anymore.
I have not a clue.
That last year you spent in prison without me has turned out to be the worst year of my life.
So go on, big man.
(SOBS) Go on, big man! Just a wee suggestion, but er .
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do you two want to take your sparring somewhere a wee bit more private? Who asked you to put your mouth in it, huh? This is family business.
Well, I don't need to hear it.
So unless you want a referee or a coxswain, I'll be in your office.
No, you back up.
No, you stay - no! Youerguard the door! (BREATHES HEAVILY) I tried to put this shit behind me.
Sir? Sir! DREW: Bad for business, Billy, do you understand? How am I supposed to understand you or see the big picture when I've no idea what's going on? There's a big pay day for us.
A chance we may be able to lay our hands on what's ours.
If we keep our noses clean.
But Mo will have nothing to do with me if shit like this keeps happening.
We have a man in there delivering the goods, and now we'll have to pull him out.
Do we? Yes, we do.
Naim didn't come home last night.
So? So Mo was worried.
I'm supposed to care? Some Patel jumps bail.
Who gives a damn! His sister is worried.
His sister? You think you'll find the gates of heaven between her legs? Well, I've got Gabriel's trumpet between mine and I am going to get a blowing.
(SIGHS) I've holed up here to avoid the heat.
Right now it's about 80 degrees in the shade, and I'm still owed 60 grand.
You're a grubby bastard, aren't you? Just want what's mine.
You'll have a long wait, friend.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS (STARTS CAR) PHONE CONTINUES TO RING Yeah? No questions.
There's a van waiting outside the back of the Lollipop.
Get in it.
Now.
Go! What the hell's going on? Is it my mother? I asked Bash to draw up a detailed briefing for the CPS.
That report was in a briefcase which was stolen sometime last night from Bash's car.
Go on.
Well, most likely scenario - kids have turned the car over looking for easy drugs money.
Your car? They took the CD player, the CDs and the briefcase.
Now, there's nothing of obvious value in the case so it's probably been abandoned.
The report is most likely in a skip somewhere.
Why was this ever printed out? Why wasn't it just emailed? I tried.
Our office couldn't open it.
The systems weren't talking to each other.
Why didn't you just post it? I hadn't quite finished it.
Why did you leave your case in your car .
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overnight? I forgot about it.
Which means you forgot about me.
Which makes you just about the worst cover officer imaginable.
Look, it happens - car crime is a big problem in this area.
Are you trying to be funny? What's done is done.
The question is, how do we handle it? The Johnstones have got contacts all the way up the criminal ladder.
If anyone realises the value of this stuff, sure as shite it will find its way into their hands.
It only refers to you by your registered number.
It mentions targets and locations by their codenames only! Are you fat in the forehead, or what? The report identifies Mitch Mitchell as a probable informant.
Now, if I'm Billy Johnstone and I know that I'm the informant, I'm gonna have a strong suspicion that Mitch Mitchell is me.
It has Mitch Mitchell arriving at GE 101 just after 12 yesterday.
So what will I think if I'm Billy? Where was I at noon yesterday? Oh, yes - the Lollipop.
Maybe the Lollipop is GE 101.
Now, a meeting is logged between Mitch Mitchell and UC 522.
Now, I'm thinking, I remember those meetings.
Who was it with? Oh, yeah - Jimmy Mack.
Here's a thought - maybe Jimmy Mack is the undercover policeman.
Oh, well, that works that out.
I don't think he can read.
What? Billy Johnstone.
I don't think he can read.
Well, that's OK then.
Five minutes ago, I was standing at the Lolly Bar this close to Drew and Billy Johnstone.
Now I'm here, no way back in, looking at a fucking idiot! Work it out for yourself! (KICKS BOXES) I have to say he's not wrong! The strong man is not the one who fights, but the one who controls himself when angry.
True Islam commands that you avoid bloodshed, avoid evil actions.
Honesty in words and dealings with others.
Your dad left the front door unlocked the other night.
Your mother went out in her nightdress.
Wandered quite a way, apparently.
Your father was out for hours, looking for her.
Your suffering comes from desiring things that you cannot have.
Stop desiring, and you will stop suffering.
I spoke to your GP.
Murphy, he's really quite worried about your dad.
Don't think he can cope anymore.
He says the time has come for your mum to go into care.
I just want what's mine.
I just want Mo to trust me.
I can book your ticket if you tell me what name to use.
Sorry I punched you.
Murphy's my mother's maiden name.
I'll use the name Murphy.
RECORDED VOICE: There's a big pay day for us, a chance to lay our hands on what's ours, if we keep our noses clean.
But Mo will have nothing to do with - (SWITCHES OFF RECORDING) The only big money Drew Johnstone would have is money from the proceeds of crime.
Drug money, money from robbing banks, gun-running, whatever.
Cash he can't get out of Belfast and bring here.
So what does he mean when he talks about a big pay day, and how is Mo Khan central to that? What are they getting out of the marriage? What does it mean for Drew to be Mo Khan's son-in-law? Pakistani families are very close-knit.
What does it mean for his money? You'd be inside their circle of trust.
Trust.
It's staring us right in the face.
It's hawala banking.
Hawala banking? Explain.
It relies totally on trust between bankers and clients.
So they deposit, they hand over a sum of cash, for which he's given a token - a picture or a playing card or something.
The banker then contacts his foreign counterpart who releases the same amount of cash less some pre-arranged commission.
It's virtually untraceable.
So, in theory, Drew can get his money out of Belfast without the cash actually having to travel? There'll be a hawala banker here? Yeah, a hawaladar.
And one in Pakistan? Yeah.
So who's to say there's not one in Belfast? This could be the key to it all.
Find Mo's hawaladar.
Do you think Billy knows? No.
(MEN CHANT PRAYER) This is killing Billy.
Must be the reason he grassed with the drug deal.
Prepared to watch his own nephew do time if it stopped the wedding.
Argh! Been nice working with you.
DOORBELL BUZZES TV: .
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who devoted 12 years of his life to photographing Go and see who that is.
You go.
Don't you make me come over there.
What do you want? I found it.
TV: Mike Lloyd was present to record the moment when she first met Dodi Fayed in 1987, 10 years before they were tragically killed together Well? It's a kid.
What does he want? He's got something for you.
Yeah? I found it.
Yeah? It's got papers in it.
Uh-huh.
They're dated yesterday.
Yeah, I can see that.
Well, I think it's like a police report or something.
"Utilisation of the sealed data below is restricted to official purposes.
" Skip on.
"Operation 'Electric Ladyland'.
Mitchell appears to be the source of information with regard to initial drug deal infiltrated by UC 522.
" Read that bit again.
"Mitchell appears to be the source of information with regard to initial drug deal.
" Go on.
"Indications are that Mitchell contacted the police anonymously from a payphone in location GE 101.
" Is anyone named in there? Is UC 522 named? I don't think so.
Look! Carefully! I am! Read it all again, from the start.
There are thousands of words in this thing.
Read it! SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CRASHING (ROARS ANGRILY) Idiot! I'm an idiot! (PUFFS) SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC MUSIC BUILDS DRAMATICALLY (SNIFFS) PHONE RINGS FEMALE VOICE: Welcome to the North Lisbourne Medical Centre.
There's no-one here to take your call.
AEROPLANE FLIES OVERHEAD PA ANNOUNCEMENT: This is an airport security message.
Hiya, Dad.
Hello, son.
Morning, Mum! He's a nice man.
Who is he? It's Tom.
Our son! When are we going? (SIGHS) We're going now.
How's the job, Will? It was grand.
You alright there, Ma? She does that all the time.
(YELLING) We're not going anywhere! I've told you a thousand times.
(CRYING) When are we going? We're not going anywhere! Dad? (SOBS) When are we going? Come on, Ma, back to bed.
When are we going? What is it, huh? Have you lost your necklace? What is it? I don't know.
It's been stolen.
Somebody stole it.
I'll find it for you.
I'll find it.
(SNIFFS) When are we going? Dad? I'm sorry.
Don't say that.
Don't say that.
You raised your voice, that's all.
I hit her.
What? Not hard.
But I Just now? No.
A week ago, I don't know.
Can't believe I did it.
I've known her .
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45 years.
Never raised a hand to her.
(SOBS SOFTLY) AEROPLANE FLIES OVERHEAD Lisbourne.
I won't be long, darling.
You'll be alright.
She'll be right as rain, won't you? Come on, Da.
We'll be late.
Come on.
SLOW PIANO MUSIC MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS Alright, Da? Yeah.
(RINGS DOORBELL) Hello, there.
MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONTINUES Hiya, love.
Er, I got a call.
Now, I don't know if I'm supposed to pick someone up from here and bring them home or pick them up from home and bring them here.
What was the name? It's, er Erwhere is it? Fenella.
Fenella Murphy.
I don't know any Fenella Murphy.
Well, the message was a wee bit confusing.
Yeah, we have a Fenella, but it's Fenella McGovern, not Murphy.
Hang on a second.
Ah - she was born Murphy.
Married Neil McGovern.
Ah! It could be her.
She has a memory loss problem.
Ah, poor thing.
My mammy had that.
You don't happen to have an address for her, do you? I mean, I'll pop round there and if it's her, happy days.
If not, thenI wasted 10 minutes of my life! (LAUGHS) Hello! Who are you? NURSE: Just coming.
Who's that man? What man? There's no man there.
All our rooms are for single occupancy.
Many have private toilet facilities.
Here we are.
KEYS JANGLE SOFT MUSIC PLAYS (STARTS ENGINE) Mr McGovern? That's right.
It's nice to meet you.
I'm Mrs Singer.
And you must be his son.
Tom.
Would you like me to show you around? Yes.
The secure unit is upstairs.
Do you think it would be possible for her to come in for a couple of weeks, see how she gets on? Mm-hm.
Perfectly possible.
We've been married 43 years.
I can'tI can'tI can't (SOBS) Oh, I know.
I know this is very hard for you even imagining not being there all the time.
Excuse me a moment.
MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONTINUES Stop that, you stupid boy! Stop that! I've told you a thousand times to stop that! MUSIC CONTINUES This is your home.
No, it is not.
Yes, it is.
It isn't.
SOFT CHATTER SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC How many of the trained staff are available to work at night? Oh, well, it would be exactly the same at night as during the day.
GLASS SMASHES You piece of shit comingaftermyfamily! (SCREAMS) Tom! Tommy! That's enough! Tommy! Arghh (KICKS) MAN: The basic principle on which Islam builds its social structure is that a man needs a family.
At the time of his birth, he needs a mother.
In later years, he needs a wife.
(SPEAKS PAKISTANI LANGUAGE) The mahr is a gift by the prospective husband to his bride.
This gift has to be discussed now and accepted on behalf of the bride.
DREW: Shahana, we will set up home together with Navid.
I have purchased a property which I hope will be acceptable to you.
And it's close to your house, Mohammed.
It's close to all your family.
What agent is that? Looks like Smith and Door.
Get onto Smith and Door.
Find that house! I'll soon be in the position to offer cash - £200,000.
(COLLECTIVE GASP) Marry me, Drew! Where's the money coming from? (DREW SPEAKS PAKISTANI LANGUAGE) (CONTINUES) What did he say? "All this I offer with love and respect.
" So some of the money at least is on its way.
We need to find that hawaladar.
Christ! Murphy was right there! Right there! Is that your man? Kicked the bollocks out of Billy Johnstone? Happy days.
Mr McGovern? Yes? ThisMurphy person is your son? He is.
And he's a serving police officer.
Excuse me? Has he made a phone call yet? No.
Then I think he should.
This one? Yeah.
I thought I ordered breakfast in bed? That's him.
It looks like it's not just a matter of the wasteland.
This whole street of perfectly good houses is coming down and .
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the whole of the estate.
Exactly.
Billy's pub, Billy's flat The lot.
It's a huge redevelopment.
And I don't think Billy Johnstone's been told about that.
I mean, the scheme hasn't been announced publicly yet, but it must be worth, what, 20, 30 million? What? Massive profits for Mo Khan.
Where does Drew Johnstone fit in? Well, I'm thinking money, investment, criminal links within demolition, construction, intimidation, counsellors, planners, surveyors.
Whoever they need to have in their pockets to make sure they stay ahead of the game at every stage.
Have we found the Hindi banker? Er, no.
No.
It's been a case of two steps forward and three steps back every since you left the plot.
We don't know who's Mo's banker, we don't know who the contact is here in Belfast, and we don't know where Naim Khan is.
Which is why I should go back in.
Well, how are you gonna do that? Your cover's been blown.
Crazy bollocks ripped the camera out of the smoke alarm.
I watched him do it.
My cover's blown with him.
What does that mean? Might not be blown with Drew.
Or anybody else.
He's an informant.
Who's he gonna tell? So what are you suggesting? I'm suggesting we flip him.
He knows I'm a cop, I know he's a toad.
Our hands are pretty even.
And you think you could handle him? What else can we do? What do you take me for? I am no motherless piece of shite grass! Come on, Billy, this is me you're talking to.
Thanks to Jimmy Mack here, we were able to match confirmed examples of your speech recorded in a similar manner over the telephone, repeating similar words and phrases to the original tip-off.
These are the spectrograms.
Graphic display of the recorded signal.
And guess what? They match you exactly.
Grassin' up your own brother's son.
I can't stomach a squealer.
A grass.
A nark.
Someone who'd rat on their own family.
And what you do is any better? The people I befriend and betray, Billy, are law-breakers.
I do it to put them behind bars.
To make the streets safer to walk at night.
Shite! What the hell were you thinking? How would killing me get you out of the jam you're in? When that report came into your hands, Billy, who read it to you? I read it myself.
But you can't read, Billy.
Yes, I can.
No, you can't, Billy.
You know you can't.
Why didn't you learn in prison? Those years in the maze? I'll tell you why.
'Cause when the Republican prisoners were busy reading books - philosophy, sociology, political science - you Loyalists were getting more tattoos and pumping iron, weren't you? Walking round in your little Lycra shorts.
(SHARP INTAKE OF BREATH) Was it Annushka who read it to you? There's no shame in it, Billy, not being able to read.
After all, you hardly went to school.
Why? Because you devoted yourself to your older brother.
To Drew.
(SUCKS IN SMOKE) It's not quite as long as my arm, Billy, but it's getting there.
Starts at age 10.
Petty thieving, shoplifting, joyriding.
Your mother dies.
Your father dies.
A sister dies.
Too much booze.
Too many drugs.
The list goes on - actual bodily harm, grievous bodily harm, assault with intent and now attempted murder.
It's going to fuck, Billy! They're going to throw away the key! You can kiss the book on that.
Did you phone Drew? No? Why not? He was always the first person you'd ring in the past.
He'd be down here straightaway, kicking up a fuss, organising your brief, making sure you're alright, making sure you wanted for nothing.
(LOUDER) But not anymore! He's not interested anymore! He's gone soft! (YELLS) It's those Pakis! Fucking Shahana! She's turned him into a holier-than-thou, 'dear my God to me', candy-ass, cowardly, piece of shite queer.
My brother was bulletproof.
My big brother was a soldier for us.
He was a battle-hardened frontline warrior bastard! They took him away! They got inside his brain! They've taken him away from me! And you want him back? But you won't get him back by fighting him, Billy.
They're his new family, Shahana and Navid, you have to accept that.
That's why you informed on Drew Junior.
So you could finger Naim Khan as the grass.
Drive a wedge between Drew and the Khan family.
But it won't stop the marriage.
When did you last see Naim Khan? AhI can't remember.
Where do you think he is? Erjumped bailum, gone back to Paki-land.
Joined al-Qaeda.
You reckon? I reckon.
Does Annushka know about us? Does she know that I'm a cop and you're a toad? No.
Are you sure? Yes.
Then let me read you your fortune.
You're in trouble, Billy.
You knew I was a policeman.
You came over from England to track me down.
You followed me into an old people's home carrying a blade.
All planned, all pre-meditated.
You tick all the boxes.
It's a simple choice - work with us, or go away for life.
You go back in with Jimmy Mack.
You don't let on he's a police officer, he won't let on you're a grass, it's as simple as that.
And do what? Bring down Mo Khan, before he rips your brother off.
(LAUGHS) We can have parties! Big table here.
Family meals.
Yeah.
You like? I love.
I love it! (CHUCKLES) It'll be so good to have our own space, you know? Our own private place where we can be together.
Well, once I get my money, you can have everything you want.
What? (WHISPERS) I'm worried that something's going to spoil everything.
Everything will be fine.
I'm worried about Naim.
He'll be back.
He'll be there at the wedding! What is it in the Koran? "The garden of paradise lies at the feet of a mother.
" Yeah.
You find out what's going down, get it on tape.
Slight problem.
Drew doesn't confide in me.
He would do, if you'd kiss and make up.
Bollocks.
It's either that, or life in prison.
We go back in together, tell Drew we've been over here doing a foreigner, a jump-up, lorry full of cigarettes, whatever.
You tell him you've had time to think.
You want to put your differences behind you.
You accept his new faith.
You accept his choice of wife.
New beginnings for you both.
He won't believe me.
Yes, he will.
Why? Because he loves you.
And that's what he wants to hear.
You get invited to the wedding.
Oh, fucking Paki-fest? Bringing down Mo Khan is the only way of getting your brother back.
Don't you see that? And if you do have to do time, I'll make sure you do it together.
Hey? You and your brother.
Together.
Think about it.
(MUTTERS) Would I have to wear a wire? SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CLOTH SIZZLES He's already tried to kill you once.
What do you think's going to happen as soon as you're alone together? That's what we're gonna find out.
THEME MUSIC PLAYS Closed Captions by CSI
God knows everything in heaven and on earth.
Two men do not consult secretly together but he is the third among them.
There is only one way the Bill would have let you go .
.
that's if you turned grass.
You're crazy.
A crazy man.
What did they say about me? Nothing.
(GRUNTS) (SPITS) Don't lie to me.
What did they say about me? (BREATHES HEAVILY) (SPITS) Remember .
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angels record the deeds of each person (GRUNTS) .
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in the book that will be used in God's judgment of that person .
.
on the day of resurrection.
CROW CAWS TELEPHONE RINGS Yeah? What are we gettin' on Drew? Nothing but reading the Koran, praying and learning Arabic.
Are you alright? I had to finger Naim.
Pretty forcefully.
Wish I hadn't had to.
I don't know.
It's hairy.
Everyone's high as a kite right now.
Is your cover still intact? Christ knows.
They took me to this parcel of wasteland between the Guardian and the Hardwick Road.
Looks like it's prime for redevelopment.
We know Mo's into property - find the link.
Will do.
Billy knew about the drug deal when Drew didn't.
What else does Billy know that Drew doesn't? I'm going back to the Lollipop.
One coffee, please.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Alright, ladies? (WHISPERS) Shit! Mm! (CALLS) Drew! Brilliant.
Come on, come on, come on! MAN: Am I stupid? Someone get on that.
Right now.
Shit! It's you again? There's somebody out there.
Yeah? Can't see anything.
What happened to you? (LAUGHS SOFTLY) Just a wee scrape.
ROCK MUSIC PLAYS MUSIC GETS LOUDER MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC Go.
(ALL TALK AT ONCE) I've got you now! I've got you.
You like them fat! Fat? Voluptuous.
You'd have to roll her in flour to find her wet spot.
(LAUGHS) Are you gay? (LAUGHS) Now! (WOMAN SCREAMS) GLASS SMASHES Now! Go on! (COUGHING) GLASS SMASHES Come with me.
She's got asthma.
Alright.
We're going to get you out of here.
Move, move, move.
Get out of the way.
Close your eyes.
Through here.
It's OK.
Come on.
We'll get you out.
We're fine.
Go on.
Head down.
Through here.
To the right.
To the right.
You'll be OK, OK? Stay here.
Look after her.
SMOKE ALARM BEEPS What the hell is going on? Think he's burnt the toast.
ROCK MUSIC BLARES They've locked it from the outside! Drew? Jimmy Mack.
I need you to get down to the Lollipop right away.
BANGING ON DOOR SMOKE ALARM BEEPS (MAN CHOKES) Do we think Murphy's still in there? We do.
Oh, shit.
SMOKE ALARM CONTINUES (MEN YELL) You want a wee bit of Billy Johnstone? Give me that! Do you want the cops to find out they're packing your doorstep? Think about it! Later.
We'll get them later.
Oh, f Fuck! It's me.
Bash is on the phone.
His car's been done over.
His briefcase is gone.
Contained a report he'd prepared for the CPS.
(SIGHS) Get me a copy of it.
What happened? Some kids.
Bastard bindis! Threw CS gas canisters in.
They were waiting outside with baseball bats.
One of the girls got clocked badly when the window came in.
Where is she? Hospital.
Now, where did you get my number? On your son's phone before I dumped it.
Huh? You called him to come down here? Thought we might need a hand.
From him? Hey, what's he gonna do? Hit them with his prayer rug? Now, what did I tell you? What did you tell me? What did I tell you? This is payback for that kid you battered, Sammy Hussein.
Oh, hey! I never battered no kid! Alright, OK.
I'llI'll sort this.
Straighten it out.
Oh, yeah.
On your knees facing Mecca! This is war! What did you say? You heard me! You do nothing, you hear me? You keep your hands in your pockets and your mouth shut.
You get my big brother a whiskey.
Might settle his nerves a wee bit.
Why do you insult me like this? I insult? Oh, come on! How do you think this makes me feel? Tattoo removal.
You should be proud! You never learn, do you, Billy? Huh? You just don't see the big picture.
I see the big picture.
I see the big picture, exactly.
And you're in the bottom, left-hand corner of it being fisted by a Paki! What's next, are you gonna, er, change your name to Ahmed? And have your lad trimmed? (SCREAMS) Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! You talk to me like that, brother or not, and Iwillgutyou.
Go ahead.
Go ahead.
'Cause I have no idea who you are anymore.
I have not a clue.
That last year you spent in prison without me has turned out to be the worst year of my life.
So go on, big man.
(SOBS) Go on, big man! Just a wee suggestion, but er .
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do you two want to take your sparring somewhere a wee bit more private? Who asked you to put your mouth in it, huh? This is family business.
Well, I don't need to hear it.
So unless you want a referee or a coxswain, I'll be in your office.
No, you back up.
No, you stay - no! Youerguard the door! (BREATHES HEAVILY) I tried to put this shit behind me.
Sir? Sir! DREW: Bad for business, Billy, do you understand? How am I supposed to understand you or see the big picture when I've no idea what's going on? There's a big pay day for us.
A chance we may be able to lay our hands on what's ours.
If we keep our noses clean.
But Mo will have nothing to do with me if shit like this keeps happening.
We have a man in there delivering the goods, and now we'll have to pull him out.
Do we? Yes, we do.
Naim didn't come home last night.
So? So Mo was worried.
I'm supposed to care? Some Patel jumps bail.
Who gives a damn! His sister is worried.
His sister? You think you'll find the gates of heaven between her legs? Well, I've got Gabriel's trumpet between mine and I am going to get a blowing.
(SIGHS) I've holed up here to avoid the heat.
Right now it's about 80 degrees in the shade, and I'm still owed 60 grand.
You're a grubby bastard, aren't you? Just want what's mine.
You'll have a long wait, friend.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS (STARTS CAR) PHONE CONTINUES TO RING Yeah? No questions.
There's a van waiting outside the back of the Lollipop.
Get in it.
Now.
Go! What the hell's going on? Is it my mother? I asked Bash to draw up a detailed briefing for the CPS.
That report was in a briefcase which was stolen sometime last night from Bash's car.
Go on.
Well, most likely scenario - kids have turned the car over looking for easy drugs money.
Your car? They took the CD player, the CDs and the briefcase.
Now, there's nothing of obvious value in the case so it's probably been abandoned.
The report is most likely in a skip somewhere.
Why was this ever printed out? Why wasn't it just emailed? I tried.
Our office couldn't open it.
The systems weren't talking to each other.
Why didn't you just post it? I hadn't quite finished it.
Why did you leave your case in your car .
.
overnight? I forgot about it.
Which means you forgot about me.
Which makes you just about the worst cover officer imaginable.
Look, it happens - car crime is a big problem in this area.
Are you trying to be funny? What's done is done.
The question is, how do we handle it? The Johnstones have got contacts all the way up the criminal ladder.
If anyone realises the value of this stuff, sure as shite it will find its way into their hands.
It only refers to you by your registered number.
It mentions targets and locations by their codenames only! Are you fat in the forehead, or what? The report identifies Mitch Mitchell as a probable informant.
Now, if I'm Billy Johnstone and I know that I'm the informant, I'm gonna have a strong suspicion that Mitch Mitchell is me.
It has Mitch Mitchell arriving at GE 101 just after 12 yesterday.
So what will I think if I'm Billy? Where was I at noon yesterday? Oh, yes - the Lollipop.
Maybe the Lollipop is GE 101.
Now, a meeting is logged between Mitch Mitchell and UC 522.
Now, I'm thinking, I remember those meetings.
Who was it with? Oh, yeah - Jimmy Mack.
Here's a thought - maybe Jimmy Mack is the undercover policeman.
Oh, well, that works that out.
I don't think he can read.
What? Billy Johnstone.
I don't think he can read.
Well, that's OK then.
Five minutes ago, I was standing at the Lolly Bar this close to Drew and Billy Johnstone.
Now I'm here, no way back in, looking at a fucking idiot! Work it out for yourself! (KICKS BOXES) I have to say he's not wrong! The strong man is not the one who fights, but the one who controls himself when angry.
True Islam commands that you avoid bloodshed, avoid evil actions.
Honesty in words and dealings with others.
Your dad left the front door unlocked the other night.
Your mother went out in her nightdress.
Wandered quite a way, apparently.
Your father was out for hours, looking for her.
Your suffering comes from desiring things that you cannot have.
Stop desiring, and you will stop suffering.
I spoke to your GP.
Murphy, he's really quite worried about your dad.
Don't think he can cope anymore.
He says the time has come for your mum to go into care.
I just want what's mine.
I just want Mo to trust me.
I can book your ticket if you tell me what name to use.
Sorry I punched you.
Murphy's my mother's maiden name.
I'll use the name Murphy.
RECORDED VOICE: There's a big pay day for us, a chance to lay our hands on what's ours, if we keep our noses clean.
But Mo will have nothing to do with - (SWITCHES OFF RECORDING) The only big money Drew Johnstone would have is money from the proceeds of crime.
Drug money, money from robbing banks, gun-running, whatever.
Cash he can't get out of Belfast and bring here.
So what does he mean when he talks about a big pay day, and how is Mo Khan central to that? What are they getting out of the marriage? What does it mean for Drew to be Mo Khan's son-in-law? Pakistani families are very close-knit.
What does it mean for his money? You'd be inside their circle of trust.
Trust.
It's staring us right in the face.
It's hawala banking.
Hawala banking? Explain.
It relies totally on trust between bankers and clients.
So they deposit, they hand over a sum of cash, for which he's given a token - a picture or a playing card or something.
The banker then contacts his foreign counterpart who releases the same amount of cash less some pre-arranged commission.
It's virtually untraceable.
So, in theory, Drew can get his money out of Belfast without the cash actually having to travel? There'll be a hawala banker here? Yeah, a hawaladar.
And one in Pakistan? Yeah.
So who's to say there's not one in Belfast? This could be the key to it all.
Find Mo's hawaladar.
Do you think Billy knows? No.
(MEN CHANT PRAYER) This is killing Billy.
Must be the reason he grassed with the drug deal.
Prepared to watch his own nephew do time if it stopped the wedding.
Argh! Been nice working with you.
DOORBELL BUZZES TV: .
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who devoted 12 years of his life to photographing Go and see who that is.
You go.
Don't you make me come over there.
What do you want? I found it.
TV: Mike Lloyd was present to record the moment when she first met Dodi Fayed in 1987, 10 years before they were tragically killed together Well? It's a kid.
What does he want? He's got something for you.
Yeah? I found it.
Yeah? It's got papers in it.
Uh-huh.
They're dated yesterday.
Yeah, I can see that.
Well, I think it's like a police report or something.
"Utilisation of the sealed data below is restricted to official purposes.
" Skip on.
"Operation 'Electric Ladyland'.
Mitchell appears to be the source of information with regard to initial drug deal infiltrated by UC 522.
" Read that bit again.
"Mitchell appears to be the source of information with regard to initial drug deal.
" Go on.
"Indications are that Mitchell contacted the police anonymously from a payphone in location GE 101.
" Is anyone named in there? Is UC 522 named? I don't think so.
Look! Carefully! I am! Read it all again, from the start.
There are thousands of words in this thing.
Read it! SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CRASHING (ROARS ANGRILY) Idiot! I'm an idiot! (PUFFS) SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC MUSIC BUILDS DRAMATICALLY (SNIFFS) PHONE RINGS FEMALE VOICE: Welcome to the North Lisbourne Medical Centre.
There's no-one here to take your call.
AEROPLANE FLIES OVERHEAD PA ANNOUNCEMENT: This is an airport security message.
Hiya, Dad.
Hello, son.
Morning, Mum! He's a nice man.
Who is he? It's Tom.
Our son! When are we going? (SIGHS) We're going now.
How's the job, Will? It was grand.
You alright there, Ma? She does that all the time.
(YELLING) We're not going anywhere! I've told you a thousand times.
(CRYING) When are we going? We're not going anywhere! Dad? (SOBS) When are we going? Come on, Ma, back to bed.
When are we going? What is it, huh? Have you lost your necklace? What is it? I don't know.
It's been stolen.
Somebody stole it.
I'll find it for you.
I'll find it.
(SNIFFS) When are we going? Dad? I'm sorry.
Don't say that.
Don't say that.
You raised your voice, that's all.
I hit her.
What? Not hard.
But I Just now? No.
A week ago, I don't know.
Can't believe I did it.
I've known her .
.
45 years.
Never raised a hand to her.
(SOBS SOFTLY) AEROPLANE FLIES OVERHEAD Lisbourne.
I won't be long, darling.
You'll be alright.
She'll be right as rain, won't you? Come on, Da.
We'll be late.
Come on.
SLOW PIANO MUSIC MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS Alright, Da? Yeah.
(RINGS DOORBELL) Hello, there.
MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONTINUES Hiya, love.
Er, I got a call.
Now, I don't know if I'm supposed to pick someone up from here and bring them home or pick them up from home and bring them here.
What was the name? It's, er Erwhere is it? Fenella.
Fenella Murphy.
I don't know any Fenella Murphy.
Well, the message was a wee bit confusing.
Yeah, we have a Fenella, but it's Fenella McGovern, not Murphy.
Hang on a second.
Ah - she was born Murphy.
Married Neil McGovern.
Ah! It could be her.
She has a memory loss problem.
Ah, poor thing.
My mammy had that.
You don't happen to have an address for her, do you? I mean, I'll pop round there and if it's her, happy days.
If not, thenI wasted 10 minutes of my life! (LAUGHS) Hello! Who are you? NURSE: Just coming.
Who's that man? What man? There's no man there.
All our rooms are for single occupancy.
Many have private toilet facilities.
Here we are.
KEYS JANGLE SOFT MUSIC PLAYS (STARTS ENGINE) Mr McGovern? That's right.
It's nice to meet you.
I'm Mrs Singer.
And you must be his son.
Tom.
Would you like me to show you around? Yes.
The secure unit is upstairs.
Do you think it would be possible for her to come in for a couple of weeks, see how she gets on? Mm-hm.
Perfectly possible.
We've been married 43 years.
I can'tI can'tI can't (SOBS) Oh, I know.
I know this is very hard for you even imagining not being there all the time.
Excuse me a moment.
MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONTINUES Stop that, you stupid boy! Stop that! I've told you a thousand times to stop that! MUSIC CONTINUES This is your home.
No, it is not.
Yes, it is.
It isn't.
SOFT CHATTER SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC How many of the trained staff are available to work at night? Oh, well, it would be exactly the same at night as during the day.
GLASS SMASHES You piece of shit comingaftermyfamily! (SCREAMS) Tom! Tommy! That's enough! Tommy! Arghh (KICKS) MAN: The basic principle on which Islam builds its social structure is that a man needs a family.
At the time of his birth, he needs a mother.
In later years, he needs a wife.
(SPEAKS PAKISTANI LANGUAGE) The mahr is a gift by the prospective husband to his bride.
This gift has to be discussed now and accepted on behalf of the bride.
DREW: Shahana, we will set up home together with Navid.
I have purchased a property which I hope will be acceptable to you.
And it's close to your house, Mohammed.
It's close to all your family.
What agent is that? Looks like Smith and Door.
Get onto Smith and Door.
Find that house! I'll soon be in the position to offer cash - £200,000.
(COLLECTIVE GASP) Marry me, Drew! Where's the money coming from? (DREW SPEAKS PAKISTANI LANGUAGE) (CONTINUES) What did he say? "All this I offer with love and respect.
" So some of the money at least is on its way.
We need to find that hawaladar.
Christ! Murphy was right there! Right there! Is that your man? Kicked the bollocks out of Billy Johnstone? Happy days.
Mr McGovern? Yes? ThisMurphy person is your son? He is.
And he's a serving police officer.
Excuse me? Has he made a phone call yet? No.
Then I think he should.
This one? Yeah.
I thought I ordered breakfast in bed? That's him.
It looks like it's not just a matter of the wasteland.
This whole street of perfectly good houses is coming down and .
.
the whole of the estate.
Exactly.
Billy's pub, Billy's flat The lot.
It's a huge redevelopment.
And I don't think Billy Johnstone's been told about that.
I mean, the scheme hasn't been announced publicly yet, but it must be worth, what, 20, 30 million? What? Massive profits for Mo Khan.
Where does Drew Johnstone fit in? Well, I'm thinking money, investment, criminal links within demolition, construction, intimidation, counsellors, planners, surveyors.
Whoever they need to have in their pockets to make sure they stay ahead of the game at every stage.
Have we found the Hindi banker? Er, no.
No.
It's been a case of two steps forward and three steps back every since you left the plot.
We don't know who's Mo's banker, we don't know who the contact is here in Belfast, and we don't know where Naim Khan is.
Which is why I should go back in.
Well, how are you gonna do that? Your cover's been blown.
Crazy bollocks ripped the camera out of the smoke alarm.
I watched him do it.
My cover's blown with him.
What does that mean? Might not be blown with Drew.
Or anybody else.
He's an informant.
Who's he gonna tell? So what are you suggesting? I'm suggesting we flip him.
He knows I'm a cop, I know he's a toad.
Our hands are pretty even.
And you think you could handle him? What else can we do? What do you take me for? I am no motherless piece of shite grass! Come on, Billy, this is me you're talking to.
Thanks to Jimmy Mack here, we were able to match confirmed examples of your speech recorded in a similar manner over the telephone, repeating similar words and phrases to the original tip-off.
These are the spectrograms.
Graphic display of the recorded signal.
And guess what? They match you exactly.
Grassin' up your own brother's son.
I can't stomach a squealer.
A grass.
A nark.
Someone who'd rat on their own family.
And what you do is any better? The people I befriend and betray, Billy, are law-breakers.
I do it to put them behind bars.
To make the streets safer to walk at night.
Shite! What the hell were you thinking? How would killing me get you out of the jam you're in? When that report came into your hands, Billy, who read it to you? I read it myself.
But you can't read, Billy.
Yes, I can.
No, you can't, Billy.
You know you can't.
Why didn't you learn in prison? Those years in the maze? I'll tell you why.
'Cause when the Republican prisoners were busy reading books - philosophy, sociology, political science - you Loyalists were getting more tattoos and pumping iron, weren't you? Walking round in your little Lycra shorts.
(SHARP INTAKE OF BREATH) Was it Annushka who read it to you? There's no shame in it, Billy, not being able to read.
After all, you hardly went to school.
Why? Because you devoted yourself to your older brother.
To Drew.
(SUCKS IN SMOKE) It's not quite as long as my arm, Billy, but it's getting there.
Starts at age 10.
Petty thieving, shoplifting, joyriding.
Your mother dies.
Your father dies.
A sister dies.
Too much booze.
Too many drugs.
The list goes on - actual bodily harm, grievous bodily harm, assault with intent and now attempted murder.
It's going to fuck, Billy! They're going to throw away the key! You can kiss the book on that.
Did you phone Drew? No? Why not? He was always the first person you'd ring in the past.
He'd be down here straightaway, kicking up a fuss, organising your brief, making sure you're alright, making sure you wanted for nothing.
(LOUDER) But not anymore! He's not interested anymore! He's gone soft! (YELLS) It's those Pakis! Fucking Shahana! She's turned him into a holier-than-thou, 'dear my God to me', candy-ass, cowardly, piece of shite queer.
My brother was bulletproof.
My big brother was a soldier for us.
He was a battle-hardened frontline warrior bastard! They took him away! They got inside his brain! They've taken him away from me! And you want him back? But you won't get him back by fighting him, Billy.
They're his new family, Shahana and Navid, you have to accept that.
That's why you informed on Drew Junior.
So you could finger Naim Khan as the grass.
Drive a wedge between Drew and the Khan family.
But it won't stop the marriage.
When did you last see Naim Khan? AhI can't remember.
Where do you think he is? Erjumped bailum, gone back to Paki-land.
Joined al-Qaeda.
You reckon? I reckon.
Does Annushka know about us? Does she know that I'm a cop and you're a toad? No.
Are you sure? Yes.
Then let me read you your fortune.
You're in trouble, Billy.
You knew I was a policeman.
You came over from England to track me down.
You followed me into an old people's home carrying a blade.
All planned, all pre-meditated.
You tick all the boxes.
It's a simple choice - work with us, or go away for life.
You go back in with Jimmy Mack.
You don't let on he's a police officer, he won't let on you're a grass, it's as simple as that.
And do what? Bring down Mo Khan, before he rips your brother off.
(LAUGHS) We can have parties! Big table here.
Family meals.
Yeah.
You like? I love.
I love it! (CHUCKLES) It'll be so good to have our own space, you know? Our own private place where we can be together.
Well, once I get my money, you can have everything you want.
What? (WHISPERS) I'm worried that something's going to spoil everything.
Everything will be fine.
I'm worried about Naim.
He'll be back.
He'll be there at the wedding! What is it in the Koran? "The garden of paradise lies at the feet of a mother.
" Yeah.
You find out what's going down, get it on tape.
Slight problem.
Drew doesn't confide in me.
He would do, if you'd kiss and make up.
Bollocks.
It's either that, or life in prison.
We go back in together, tell Drew we've been over here doing a foreigner, a jump-up, lorry full of cigarettes, whatever.
You tell him you've had time to think.
You want to put your differences behind you.
You accept his new faith.
You accept his choice of wife.
New beginnings for you both.
He won't believe me.
Yes, he will.
Why? Because he loves you.
And that's what he wants to hear.
You get invited to the wedding.
Oh, fucking Paki-fest? Bringing down Mo Khan is the only way of getting your brother back.
Don't you see that? And if you do have to do time, I'll make sure you do it together.
Hey? You and your brother.
Together.
Think about it.
(MUTTERS) Would I have to wear a wire? SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CLOTH SIZZLES He's already tried to kill you once.
What do you think's going to happen as soon as you're alone together? That's what we're gonna find out.
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