Waking the Dead (2000) s07e07 Episode Script
Skin: Part 1
I've taken.
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too much.
Stay where you are.
Please, will you, for God's sake, just.
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yeah? I've.
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got to go.
A call just came in about a body.
Spencer will deal with it.
Right.
Yeah.
I've got to go.
Hi, there.
Hi.
Thank you.
Maintenance guys found it while surveying the air-con system for an upgrade.
It was wedged in the duct and the survey work dislodged it.
I'll have a look.
Do you think we should take it on? Shall I ring Boyd? I want this whole area sealed off! Nothing goes in or out, d'you understand? Yes, sir.
'Sieg heil! Sieg heil!' Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Luke! Luke! Hi, I'm Dr McKenna.
Hi.
You're Luke's dad? I am, yeah.
Sit down.
Thanks.
How is he? He's sleeping.
So what happens now? If he doesn't get the help he needs, the odds aren't good.
Is there a programme he can go on? Of course, but I think Luke's drug addiction is symptomatic of deeper problems.
There's evidence of self-harm.
He's an at-risk patient, and I'm not sure that he's in a position to help himself.
So who helps him? When Luke wakes up he may well want to leave here.
I would like to keep him in.
And you need my permission? I know it's a hard decision to make.
Do you have a pen? Of course.
So, what have we got? Right.
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So, what have we got? Right.
Thanks.
OK.
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Male, in his late 20s, no ID.
Found in an underground car park at the bottom of an air-conditioning shaft.
Aha.
Warm air from the ventilation duct interrupted the normal decomposition process, effectively mummifying the cadaver.
That's why nobody noticed the smell, cos there were cars parked just next to it.
There would be a smell initially with the decomposition fluids, but given the constant air flow the odours would've been dispersed.
Now, over here we have the fracture pattern for the legs.
This indicates to me that he was dropped down the shaft.
So you're assuming he was dead before he hit the bottom? It's difficult to say.
He sustained great trauma to various parts of his body, including these bilateral serial rib fractures here.
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and contusions to various parts of the body and abrasions to the ulnar aspects of the arm.
You're suggesting that these wounds weren't a result of the fall, that he was beaten before he was put down the shaft? Right.
And the inevitable question, Eve.
Time of death? Mummification actually makes it very difficult to be specific, but I'd put out between 15-20 years ago.
He looks like a proper skinhead.
Violent culture, violent death.
It goes with the territory.
Mm.
I also wanted to show you all.
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this.
You can just see the imprint.
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of a key.
Of a key.
Here.
Exactly.
A key which I have.
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over here.
The serial number had worn off, but anything stamped into a metal permanently alters the crystalline structure.
So you can give me the number.
I can give you the number.
I've done it.
locks for the borough council housing and my piece de resistance is.
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I've got the actual address.
'Vote Martin Armstrong! 'Vote Democratic Nationalist! 'Your vote will not be wasted in this by-election.
This is your chance for change.
'I stand for homes and jobs in Britain.
'I stand for fairness.
'Above all, I stand for justice for British people.
' You all right there, Ali Baba? What was that? Your country's weak, man.
Yeah? And when the war comes, we'll be ready.
It's run by gays and women.
Next time, Mustapha! Next time, pal! .
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out! Just going out! Here we go.
Don't you think we should just.
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? No, no, it's fine.
Let's just do it and see what happens.
What the hell d'you think you're doing? ! I'm sorry.
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Police? DI Jordan.
What are you doing with a bloody key to my door? The key was found on a dead person.
Male, died about 20 years ago, in his late 20s.
George.
George what? Erm.
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Andrews.
Thank you.
I'm sorry for the intrusion.
I've got a possible ID, name of George Andrews.
Yeah.
Dirty wee Paki toerags.
I tell yies, next time I see them, they're dead meat.
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no mistake.
You all right? Aye.
What's up? Them filthy ragheads.
Oh, yeah? What is it this time? They've only gone and done all the posters! Oh, that's terrible.
That little bastard, Selim.
Who? Selim Said.
Growing up just like his bastard father, Rashid.
How d'you know it was him? I saw him.
Yeah, but, how d'you know it was HIM? You're always banging on about how they all look the same.
Go on, show him your tattoo.
Oh, no.
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Show him! All right.
Daddy's Girl.
How sweet is that? Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! December 1990.
That was the last time you saw him? New Year's Eve.
Same day I found out I was pregnant.
Were you and George living together, then? No.
No, he was just a friend.
But he had a key, so did he just come and go? I met him that summer, and.
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we let him crash here.
We.
Who's "we"? I quite understand that you don't want to answer these questions.
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Jim.
Jim.
That's a help.
Look, I do not want any trouble.
I don't intend to make any trouble, Mrs Waters.
Jim Brown, tattoo parlour in the precinct.
He's my ex.
Jim Brown.
Thank you.
What did you think had happened to George? You didn't report him missing or anything.
I dunno.
He.
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He just moved on.
D'you mind if I borrow this photograph? I'll just get it copied and then you can have it back, all right? I'll just get it copied and then you can have it back, all right? I'll see myself out, thank you.
How did he die? I don't know yet.
Hey.
Hi, Stella.
I'm just going through this file on George Andrews and it would seem that in January 1991 the police had an anonymous tip-off stating that George had been murdered.
The original investigation couldn't find a body.
So the person who made the tip-off was too scared to reveal where the body was? Maybe.
Or, it's possible they didn't actually know.
Possibly.
Anyway, sorry.
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Yep, Boyd asked me to pull anything I could on Marie Waters.
OK.
Oh, my God.
Mm.
Had a lot of domestic violence.
Poor woman.
So many assaults.
17.
All made by the same man, Jim Brown.
The last one was New Year's Eve, 1990.
Yeah, she nearly lost her baby and they separated shortly after that.
Hi.
Hi.
Gentlemen.
Morning.
I'm looking for Jim Brown.
That's me.
What can I do for you, officer? Detective Superintendent Boyd.
DI Jordan.
So, how can I help you? George Andrews? Geor.
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Just making a brew.
Can you get another one, babe? Of course.
Lovely.
Thanks.
George.
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? Andrews.
Andrews.
No, I don't know him.
You sure? I mean, we are talking 17 years ago.
Sorry, friend, I've never seen him before.
There you are, Dad.
Oh.
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There you go.
You sure? Thank you.
Yeah.
Positive.
Mm.
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Just right.
Let's go.
Stand up.
I'm taking you in.
Come on, you're under arrest.
You what? Stand up! Come on! What for? Obstruction.
On your feet.
Hold on! You cannae do that.
I suggest that you behave yourself.
Like a good boy.
OK.
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Yeah, OK, I knew him.
You missed your chance.
Get up, we're going.
Come on.
What are you doing with my dad? It's all right, babe.
Be back in an hour.
Make a call.
Thank you for the tea.
Get a good look, Osama.
Eh? About time.
Did you get a good look? ! Hey, hey! Back off! Back off, back off.
Come on.
I don't want another word out of you! Keep him! Where am I? Where's my clothes? At the end of your bed.
Are you a shrink? You know nothing about me.
I know that if you leave here, you'll be found dead in some doorway.
So? Who cares? I think you know the answer to that.
Oh.
Here comes the guilt trip.
But I do have an offer for you.
You give me an hour, I'll give you some drugs.
Well? Selim! What the hell are you playing at? Hey! Get some respect! I'm not talking to you! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just watch it.
What? What? He's my mate.
And what am I? I need to talk to you.
Erm.
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I'll speak to you later, yeah? What are you doing? Just messing about.
With him? What are you going to do? Blow yourselves up together? I thought you said you was gonna stay out of it? I am.
Doing the posters is not staying out of it.
And what's with that thing on your head? It's called a kufi.
It looks dead stupid.
Huh.
I bet it does.
I'm off.
Good! Wait, hang on.
Hang on, I'm sorry.
Yeah? No.
Come on, I'm sorry.
Please.
All right? Look, the bloke goes missing way back.
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Sit down.
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then a copper arrives, asking about him.
What do you expect me to do? Tell the truth.
You're having a laugh, aren't you? Thanks, Spence.
He's dead.
And, er.
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you think I did it? He was living with you and when you hospitalised your pregnant partner, he vanished.
She told you that? No, she didn't say anything, all right? Now, how long had you known George before he went missing? About six months.
You know, if you're looking for who killed George, talk to the terrorists across the road.
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"Osama"? Yeah.
Yeah.
Rashid Said.
Come on, let's go! Go! He put a death threat on George.
Why did he do that? He thought George had torched his house with his missus and kid inside.
And had he? Nah.
Rashid's missus probably left the balti pot on too long.
But he thought George had done it and that's the point, isn't it? Motive.
Motive, that's what we're looking for all the time, motive.
Any other tips for me? Vote for the party that'll get tough on crime, and give you the resources to do your job properly.
Do you want a glass of water? Are you all right? Sure? OK, let's get back to.
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New Year's Eve, 1990.
Yeah? Yeah, when George went missing.
How do you know when he went missing? I ask the questions.
Very simple process.
I ask, you reply.
Look, I'm not the guy you want.
No, of course you're not, because you told me that I should be after.
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Rashid Said.
Look at it this way.
George goes missing two days after the Mujahideen across the road there put out a fatwa on him.
So are you going to go over there, pull him out of his shop? Course you're not.
Because you'd have half of London outside your nick, waving sticks, screaming for Allah.
George was a war hero.
Casualty of war.
You know the war I'm talking about.
Oi! England, mate! England.
White! White! Yeah! Nice one, son! Nice one! Where did he come from? Up north somewhere.
Mm-hm? His brief's outside.
Uh-huh.
Martin Armstrong? OK, I need his DNA.
Hello.
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officer.
So did your dad hit you? No.
He hit your mum? No.
Sorry, just have to tick the boxes.
SHE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY You're crap at your job, you know that? Don't tell anyone.
So, er.
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just out of curiosity, what is it? I mean, he must've done something to you.
No.
I heard he got you sent down, when you were.
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14.
I hate you! I hate you! No wonder you hate him.
I don't hate him.
How long have you been a shrink? A few months.
You're really bad at it.
I know.
I'll probably get fired soon.
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unless you help me.
Help you? Stay in for a few days.
Make me look good.
Boyd! Boyd! Yeah? This Marie Waters, so-called close friend of George's, you didn't get very much from her, did you? I've not even got his birth date here.
I didn't ask her about his birthday.
You don't know when mine is, do you? Actually, yes, I do.
I don't get anything.
I'd put a key in her door - what do you expect? She did pretty well, considering.
Well, she just knew the exact date he left.
New Year's Eve is not difficult to remember.
No, my point is, that she told you, and I think that's significant.
What do you want to do about it? Bring her in.
Why don't you bring her in? I will.
Good.
Thanks.
Come in, I'm sorry to keep you.
Detective Superintendent Boyd.
It is ironic we meet under these circumstances.
I have you on a list as a potential policy advisor.
You call those things policies? From what I read, you've a reputation for taking the law into your own hands.
It IS in my hands, Mr Armstrong.
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Exactly.
My party has a policy of giving power back to the police.
We're natural allies.
I want you back on the beat, after real criminals.
Which brings me to your client.
Have you done Jim Brown's DNA? No, Stella's doing it.
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I asked YOU to do it.
And I asked HER to do it.
Sign here.
Sign for what? To give your consent.
Why don't you give me a kiss, and then I'll sign? Fine.
Don't sign.
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Is that it? Eh? Come on, darlin'.
Right here.
You got some Jew blood in you somewhere? Come on, bitch! Stella! Come on! Come on! Back off, back off! He made a sexual assault! All right, all right, OK, calm down! It's on camera! Out! Out! Hey! You might want to wash that off.
I've got AIDS.
He probably doesn't even have it, he was just trying to freak you out.
I've got no way of knowing.
It's so unlikely.
Especially with the AIDS virus.
How long before I know? It's a standard procedure - you go to the hospital, do a blood test.
DOOR OPENS Is there any broken skin? No.
No.
What the hell did you think you were doing? I'm sorry, he started to.
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Sorry doesn't do it.
What you did was completely unacceptable.
Hey, hey, hey.
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Come here.
It's going to be all right.
Turn, please.
My client doesn't look too good.
He assaulted a female officer.
I take it it was recorded on camera? Yes, it was.
Good - I look forward to seeing how much reasonable force was used.
She acted in self-defence.
I hope she's worth putting yourjob on the line.
I'm releasing him from custody, but he goes nowhere, understand? Just come to our meetings! Show Mr Armstrong out.
Give me a fair hearing! I'll bring him with me.
Of course.
I am a pro-police candidate.
It's all right, I'll find my own way out.
Piece of shit.
He'sjust doing hisjob.
He's right.
The country IS going to the dogs.
What are you talking about? What? And why are we even discussing this man? Does skin colour dictate your vote? "Dictate", appropriate word under the circumstances.
What have you there? That's the file on the Rashid Said fire.
Jim wasn't lying, he was interviewed about it in the '90s.
It looked like arson, he said he had no idea who did it.
OK.
Hi.
Hi.
Hi.
I found this down his throat.
This photograph? Pieces of this photograph, yeah.
Why a black guy down a skinhead's throat? Very good question.
Somebody shoved it down his throat, or what? Cracks to the hyoid bone suggest that some force was used to push the pieces of the photo down his throat.
These cracks, coupled with the ligature marks on his neck, lead me to believe that the actual cause of death was ligature strangulation.
Was the photograph before or after strangulation? I don't know.
The photograph, the strangulation, his other injuries, reek of punishment ritual.
Yeah.
Yeah, OK, Dad.
Right, then.
Bye.
They let him out.
That's good, innit? Dunno.
WATER RUNS You're joking, right? I'm just sick of all this, you know? Him, my mum, now all this crap with the election.
It's not crap - the elections are pretty serious, OK? I mean, we're fighting a war here.
Not me.
I just.
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wish we could go away somewhere.
What, like a holiday? I mean, run away.
You and me.
Look, I told you, it's serious, OK? What do you mean? It's got nothing to do with us.
Yeah, you, maybe.
So what the hell happened? They pulled me in - I had no choice.
I heard all the gory details from Peter and Terry.
You didn't do yourself any favours.
Came to nothing.
What's the problem? I'll tell you.
Half the street see you getting arrested.
If the press run this, before we know it we'll lose floating voters.
Well, we'll just to get the floating voters back, won't we? Don't go making decisions on your own.
Decisions that affect all of us get made by all of us.
Are we clear? I know.
Good.
Oh, by the way, Martin, I liked all your new stuff about Poles and Romanians.
Yeah? Yeah.
Never did like Romanians.
Nothing but gypsies and vampires.
I only wish you were going to be around to see how all this pans out.
Yeah, well.
I'm a dying breed, aren't I, Martin? Been a dying breed for some time now.
Could you tell me, do you recognise that man at all? We think he may have some connection with George's murder.
No, sorry, I don't know him.
OK.
I wonder, could we talk a little about George? I know it's upsetting, but.
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we need to get to know him.
George was different.
In what way? It's just something about him.
He listened to me.
And you liked him? I'm sorry to ask this, but I must.
Were you and George intimate? No.
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No.
Dad.
Mum's not in.
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Did he touch you? Did.
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touch you? You can't tell me what to do! Now you listen to me.
You go near him again.
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and I'll kill him.
OK.
Now.
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be a good girl.
Ah.
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I'm.
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I'm confused, Mr Said.
About what? Well, George Andrews tries to burn down your house, and you don't put the police onto it.
What would be the point in that? His word against mine - we both know where that would go.
We do? You're speaking for ME now? I don't know if he actually did it, but he was there on the street, I saw him running away.
So, he was running away from the scene of a crime that he didn't commit, but he's running away, and then what happened? Well, I.
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went looking for him.
I didn't find him.
What would you have done if you had? I wouldn't have killed him! Maybe you didn't mean to kill him.
You don't seriously think I did it? Do you? You've got a bit of a history with this.
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George man, haven't you, Mr Said? That? It was nothing.
Nothing? Tell me, then, about this nothing.
The first time I saw him he attacked me.
Get off him, leave him! Leave him! Get off him, leave him! That's not the way I heard it, at all.
I was trying to stop them.
Then Brown and his cronies got involved.
Jim Brown? Yes.
After that, you never saw one without the other.
Come here.
Yeah! See that, eh? White! White! Nice one, son, nice one! Mr Boyd.
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these men are not just a group of thugs.
No? What are they, then? They're thugs with a cause.
And surely, that must tell you all YOU need to know.
You're a man with a cause.
So I know all about you? I found this in your shop.
Seems you've got quite a thing going on.
Yeah, it's a pretty heavy thing, this British jihad.
This is a warning, it's not a threat.
"Muslims are divided over the London bombings, their loyalty to the UK.
" If we continue in this social climate, radicalism is inevitable.
So you bomb the living crap out of us, is that the idea? Am I a serious suspect in this man's death? Can you account for your movements New Year's Eve 1990? Can you? No.
Therefore, yes, you are a suspect.
Thank you.
Thanks a lot.
George had a tattoo and it was very similar to Jim's.
Do you know what that might signify? I think it was a phoenix.
Yes.
They all had that tattoo, all the crew.
But you didn't have a.
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George never offered.
He really got into all that tattooing.
Oh.
George's design was different to Jim's, though? George didn't have all the flames.
I don't know why.
And did it signify anything? Was it important to the group, this tattoo? No, it was just a stupid lads' thing, a night out.
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I don't know.
The night that George disappeared, what can you remember about that? Well, it was New Year's Eve and we were having a party.
What time did George leave? I.
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I left early.
Sorry.
You must have missed him.
It's hard, isn't it, when you lose someone you've made a connection with? It seems so unfair.
Look, I don't know much about George.
Marie, the slightest thing could help us find his killer.
Erm.
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His middle name was David, OK? What is it you're so scared of? Nothing.
Hello? Hi.
Hi, Stella.
I haven't been able to find anything on George David Andrews yet.
It's really weird.
No tax, no address, no glimpse of a record.
He's like The Invisible Man.
Well, keep trying, will you? Are you OK now? What? Do you remember the St Jerome's Hospice fire? What are you talking about? The case? Right, listen to this.
"Jim Brown was brought in for questioning over the St Jerome's Hospice fire, New Year's Day, 1990.
"One fatality - young black male".
Help me! Help ME! ! So that is Charles Ayaniki.
Yeah, I've got that.
Born in Nigeria.
And here we have a Raymond Ayaniki.
Relation? Brother.
St Saviour's Church.
Hello? Raymond Ayaniki? One moment, please.
Can we have a word, please? One moment.
Yes? DI Jordan.
Aha.
Detective Superintendent Boyd.
How are you, Father Ayaniki? Well.
How d'you do? Your brother was Charles Ayaniki? Ayanik-ay.
Ayanik-ay? My apologies.
Please.
Thanks.
So, you have reopened the St Jerome's case? No, we're investigating the disappearance of a man who went missing, December 1990.
Do you, er.
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do you know this man? His name was George Andrews.
Was? Yes.
He was murdered 16 years ago.
You don't recognise him? No.
Why do you think I can be of help? This is a reconstruction of a photograph found on his person.
Would you say that that looked.
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? Yes, of course.
It looks like my brother.
It could be Charlie.
How do you do a reconstruction like this? We're not here to discuss reconstruction technology.
This suggests there was a connection between your brother Charlie and this man, George Andrews.
Yeah? He was your younger brother? Yes.
And he went into the hospice, when? November 1989.
'89.
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People make all kinds of assumptions, say all kinds of terrible things, when a man has AIDS.
What, you mean he wasn't gay? Charlie was such a good person.
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You don't have to be a bad person to be gay! No, of course! It is not the sinner that we condemn, but the sin.
Charlie was an inspiration.
He worked for the United Nations, all over the world.
He must have caught HIV when he was in Africa.
So, in your opinion, there was no connection between your brother, Charlie, and this man, George Andrews? He was last seen New Year's Eve, 1990.
New Year's Eve? Mm.
The anniversary of my brother's death.
HELP ME! This is his grave.
I must admit, when you told me that you were a police officer, I thought my prayers were being answered and that you'd come here about St Jerome's.
No-one has ever been charged with it.
Have you ever looked into it? Have you? I don't understand.
The photograph of your brother.
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we didn't just find it on George Andrews' person.
Someone.
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Someone had rammed it down his throat.
We need a DNA sample from you.
Of course.
Hello, Marie.
I hope I can be assured of your vote.
Haven't seen YOU around much these last few days.
You know how it is.
I thought at least you would've visited me at campaign headquarters? Wouldn't want to get in the way.
Oh, come on, there's always time for old friends! You, me and Jim, the things we used to get up to.
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Yeah, well, the past is the past.
You been bothered by that policeman at all? No.
He just wants to know about George.
Let's hope they get the bastard who did it, eh? This makes me feel my age.
Seems only yesterday she was playing.
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All right.
Still, I suppose you never stop worrying about them, do you? No matter how old they are.
A present from the churchyard.
Thanks.
Pleasure.
Charles Ay-anike.
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Ayan-ike.
Ayanike.
Ayanike.
Charles Ayanike only has one public offence.
Disturbance of the Peace.
He was arrested back in '89, at a Gay Pride march, for chaining himself.
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I know who George was.
His name was Sam Cohen.
Sam Cohen? Sam Cohen.
That's.
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what I was going to tell you.
He was arrested alongside Charles Ayanike.
Sam Cohen is George Andrews.
So this is a Jewish gay guy, Sam Cohen, who ends up as a neo-Nazi skinhead, George Andrews? It's quite a profound personality change, isn't it? I would say, yes.
So when did Sam become George? The first time we're aware of him being George Andrews was in the summer of 1990 when he was living with Marie and Jim Brown.
He was known to them as George Andrews.
Six months after the fire.
So, do you think he flipped out after his friend's death? It was a big flip.
Grief can bring on an identity crisis.
But aren't we missing a trick here? I mean.
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He sought out the people accused of killing Charlie.
Exactly, it smacks of revenge.
The thing is that he didn't take any revenge on these people.
They're all fine.
The only one who's dead is him.
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
There you go! There you go! Is that warm? ! Sure is! See him? See him? See him? Poof.
Oi, did you swallow it? ! So what was he hoping to achieve? To change your identity can actually result in a profound sense of disorientation.
You cut yourself adrift, you're lost.
The majority of us really need to belong, so maybe he just couldn't hack it.
He lost his identity and he adopted theirs.
Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Hello again.
Why did you lie to us, then? I didn't like Sam.
I didn't like him or trust him.
I preferred to forget about it.
But they were lovers.
They could have been married.
No, they could not have been! Not in the eyes of God.
On your religious trip again? Well, that's understandable.
Do you consider that something to sneer at, Mr Boyd? I was there.
Every day.
With my brother, watching him die, praying for him every day.
But Charlie did not repent.
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for his sin.
He did not repent.
So he's burning in hell now, is he? He would have let me save his soul.
He would have repented.
But Sam was there, whispering in his ear.
Did you see Sam after Charlie died? I did not kill him.
I didn't ask if you killed him, I asked you if you saw Sam after Charlie died.
You both loved the same man.
Did you contact him, did he try and contact you? It's pathetic.
You just hide behind all this.
I mean, it's just an excuse, all of it.
You don't see love when it's right in front of you.
Self-righteous bloody bigot! He's an authority figure.
Oh! He is trapped between his family and his religion and YOU should be feeling sorry for him! I feel sorry for Sam, caught between his lover's brother, who's a priest, Jim Brown's lot.
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Take away the clothes and what's the difference? Come on.
You can't believe that.
It's fear.
That's what they do, someone beat the crap out of Sam! But he's a priest! You can't suggest that he was capable of such violence.
They invented it! Torture, repression, Spanish Inquisition? Talking of torture and repression, what about.
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? What do you want me to do? Talk to her.
You do what you wanna do, then.
Stella? Would you like to see Boyd? It will never happen again.
I know.
Will I lose my job? You're on this case, aren't you? Yeah.
Definitely, I am.
Come in.
The tests came back on Sam's jeans.
There were traces of almond oil on the knees.
So that gives us a murder site? What does it tell us? That our murderer is a careless baker, or what? Possibly.
How did it go? Everything we hold dear today, everything we want for our children, depends on us winning this election.
'All our hopes and dreams hang in the balance.
'I love my country, and I'm not ashamed to say it.
'We are a great people with a proud history, 'and the legacy I want to leave for my children 'is a Britain that can be great once more.
'This is your chance for change.
'I stand for homes and jobs in Britain.
'I stand for fairness and justice.
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' Hassan! Have you seen Selim? He's not answering his phone.
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Keep your dirty hands off him! Can't you see he don't want you, you're a WHORE! Some want you to believe that I'm a racist, as if a vote for me is a vote for intolerance and hate, as if there'll be race riots and ethnic cleansing.
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Armstrong's doing his rent-a-quote again.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
We are a party for the British people, for every British person.
A vote for me is a vote for Britain.
This is not about race.
It's the most unbelievable crap.
You can't dismiss him.
He's struck a chord with people.
'Britain has a problem with immigration, with vast amounts of cheap foreign labour.
'It's the Poles and Romanians who are responsible.
' We are not a racist party.
But I stand for communities free of gun crime, and crack dens, and slum housing.
And the main reason.
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' Sir! Martin! Martin.
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! 'My name is Selim Said.
' A proud Muslim youth.
but now we are awake.
It's time for the British jihad to begin.
He is my son.
Don't you understand? It doesn't make any difference what he's done.
Making that kid do a martyr video was a big mistake.
Grace thinks there's a word in the flames.
If you go in there and face him, he won't lay a hand on you ever again.
DID YOU GET IT?! What's she doing here? There was no-one there.
A perfect irony, isn't it? They burn down an AIDS hospice and all end up getting it.
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too much.
Stay where you are.
Please, will you, for God's sake, just.
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yeah? I've.
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got to go.
A call just came in about a body.
Spencer will deal with it.
Right.
Yeah.
I've got to go.
Hi, there.
Hi.
Thank you.
Maintenance guys found it while surveying the air-con system for an upgrade.
It was wedged in the duct and the survey work dislodged it.
I'll have a look.
Do you think we should take it on? Shall I ring Boyd? I want this whole area sealed off! Nothing goes in or out, d'you understand? Yes, sir.
'Sieg heil! Sieg heil!' Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Luke! Luke! Hi, I'm Dr McKenna.
Hi.
You're Luke's dad? I am, yeah.
Sit down.
Thanks.
How is he? He's sleeping.
So what happens now? If he doesn't get the help he needs, the odds aren't good.
Is there a programme he can go on? Of course, but I think Luke's drug addiction is symptomatic of deeper problems.
There's evidence of self-harm.
He's an at-risk patient, and I'm not sure that he's in a position to help himself.
So who helps him? When Luke wakes up he may well want to leave here.
I would like to keep him in.
And you need my permission? I know it's a hard decision to make.
Do you have a pen? Of course.
So, what have we got? Right.
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So, what have we got? Right.
Thanks.
OK.
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Male, in his late 20s, no ID.
Found in an underground car park at the bottom of an air-conditioning shaft.
Aha.
Warm air from the ventilation duct interrupted the normal decomposition process, effectively mummifying the cadaver.
That's why nobody noticed the smell, cos there were cars parked just next to it.
There would be a smell initially with the decomposition fluids, but given the constant air flow the odours would've been dispersed.
Now, over here we have the fracture pattern for the legs.
This indicates to me that he was dropped down the shaft.
So you're assuming he was dead before he hit the bottom? It's difficult to say.
He sustained great trauma to various parts of his body, including these bilateral serial rib fractures here.
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and contusions to various parts of the body and abrasions to the ulnar aspects of the arm.
You're suggesting that these wounds weren't a result of the fall, that he was beaten before he was put down the shaft? Right.
And the inevitable question, Eve.
Time of death? Mummification actually makes it very difficult to be specific, but I'd put out between 15-20 years ago.
He looks like a proper skinhead.
Violent culture, violent death.
It goes with the territory.
Mm.
I also wanted to show you all.
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this.
You can just see the imprint.
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of a key.
Of a key.
Here.
Exactly.
A key which I have.
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over here.
The serial number had worn off, but anything stamped into a metal permanently alters the crystalline structure.
So you can give me the number.
I can give you the number.
I've done it.
locks for the borough council housing and my piece de resistance is.
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I've got the actual address.
'Vote Martin Armstrong! 'Vote Democratic Nationalist! 'Your vote will not be wasted in this by-election.
This is your chance for change.
'I stand for homes and jobs in Britain.
'I stand for fairness.
'Above all, I stand for justice for British people.
' You all right there, Ali Baba? What was that? Your country's weak, man.
Yeah? And when the war comes, we'll be ready.
It's run by gays and women.
Next time, Mustapha! Next time, pal! .
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out! Just going out! Here we go.
Don't you think we should just.
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? No, no, it's fine.
Let's just do it and see what happens.
What the hell d'you think you're doing? ! I'm sorry.
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Police? DI Jordan.
What are you doing with a bloody key to my door? The key was found on a dead person.
Male, died about 20 years ago, in his late 20s.
George.
George what? Erm.
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Andrews.
Thank you.
I'm sorry for the intrusion.
I've got a possible ID, name of George Andrews.
Yeah.
Dirty wee Paki toerags.
I tell yies, next time I see them, they're dead meat.
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no mistake.
You all right? Aye.
What's up? Them filthy ragheads.
Oh, yeah? What is it this time? They've only gone and done all the posters! Oh, that's terrible.
That little bastard, Selim.
Who? Selim Said.
Growing up just like his bastard father, Rashid.
How d'you know it was him? I saw him.
Yeah, but, how d'you know it was HIM? You're always banging on about how they all look the same.
Go on, show him your tattoo.
Oh, no.
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Show him! All right.
Daddy's Girl.
How sweet is that? Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! December 1990.
That was the last time you saw him? New Year's Eve.
Same day I found out I was pregnant.
Were you and George living together, then? No.
No, he was just a friend.
But he had a key, so did he just come and go? I met him that summer, and.
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we let him crash here.
We.
Who's "we"? I quite understand that you don't want to answer these questions.
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Jim.
Jim.
That's a help.
Look, I do not want any trouble.
I don't intend to make any trouble, Mrs Waters.
Jim Brown, tattoo parlour in the precinct.
He's my ex.
Jim Brown.
Thank you.
What did you think had happened to George? You didn't report him missing or anything.
I dunno.
He.
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He just moved on.
D'you mind if I borrow this photograph? I'll just get it copied and then you can have it back, all right? I'll just get it copied and then you can have it back, all right? I'll see myself out, thank you.
How did he die? I don't know yet.
Hey.
Hi, Stella.
I'm just going through this file on George Andrews and it would seem that in January 1991 the police had an anonymous tip-off stating that George had been murdered.
The original investigation couldn't find a body.
So the person who made the tip-off was too scared to reveal where the body was? Maybe.
Or, it's possible they didn't actually know.
Possibly.
Anyway, sorry.
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Yep, Boyd asked me to pull anything I could on Marie Waters.
OK.
Oh, my God.
Mm.
Had a lot of domestic violence.
Poor woman.
So many assaults.
17.
All made by the same man, Jim Brown.
The last one was New Year's Eve, 1990.
Yeah, she nearly lost her baby and they separated shortly after that.
Hi.
Hi.
Gentlemen.
Morning.
I'm looking for Jim Brown.
That's me.
What can I do for you, officer? Detective Superintendent Boyd.
DI Jordan.
So, how can I help you? George Andrews? Geor.
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Just making a brew.
Can you get another one, babe? Of course.
Lovely.
Thanks.
George.
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? Andrews.
Andrews.
No, I don't know him.
You sure? I mean, we are talking 17 years ago.
Sorry, friend, I've never seen him before.
There you are, Dad.
Oh.
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There you go.
You sure? Thank you.
Yeah.
Positive.
Mm.
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Just right.
Let's go.
Stand up.
I'm taking you in.
Come on, you're under arrest.
You what? Stand up! Come on! What for? Obstruction.
On your feet.
Hold on! You cannae do that.
I suggest that you behave yourself.
Like a good boy.
OK.
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Yeah, OK, I knew him.
You missed your chance.
Get up, we're going.
Come on.
What are you doing with my dad? It's all right, babe.
Be back in an hour.
Make a call.
Thank you for the tea.
Get a good look, Osama.
Eh? About time.
Did you get a good look? ! Hey, hey! Back off! Back off, back off.
Come on.
I don't want another word out of you! Keep him! Where am I? Where's my clothes? At the end of your bed.
Are you a shrink? You know nothing about me.
I know that if you leave here, you'll be found dead in some doorway.
So? Who cares? I think you know the answer to that.
Oh.
Here comes the guilt trip.
But I do have an offer for you.
You give me an hour, I'll give you some drugs.
Well? Selim! What the hell are you playing at? Hey! Get some respect! I'm not talking to you! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just watch it.
What? What? He's my mate.
And what am I? I need to talk to you.
Erm.
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I'll speak to you later, yeah? What are you doing? Just messing about.
With him? What are you going to do? Blow yourselves up together? I thought you said you was gonna stay out of it? I am.
Doing the posters is not staying out of it.
And what's with that thing on your head? It's called a kufi.
It looks dead stupid.
Huh.
I bet it does.
I'm off.
Good! Wait, hang on.
Hang on, I'm sorry.
Yeah? No.
Come on, I'm sorry.
Please.
All right? Look, the bloke goes missing way back.
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Sit down.
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then a copper arrives, asking about him.
What do you expect me to do? Tell the truth.
You're having a laugh, aren't you? Thanks, Spence.
He's dead.
And, er.
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you think I did it? He was living with you and when you hospitalised your pregnant partner, he vanished.
She told you that? No, she didn't say anything, all right? Now, how long had you known George before he went missing? About six months.
You know, if you're looking for who killed George, talk to the terrorists across the road.
Er.
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"Osama"? Yeah.
Yeah.
Rashid Said.
Come on, let's go! Go! He put a death threat on George.
Why did he do that? He thought George had torched his house with his missus and kid inside.
And had he? Nah.
Rashid's missus probably left the balti pot on too long.
But he thought George had done it and that's the point, isn't it? Motive.
Motive, that's what we're looking for all the time, motive.
Any other tips for me? Vote for the party that'll get tough on crime, and give you the resources to do your job properly.
Do you want a glass of water? Are you all right? Sure? OK, let's get back to.
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New Year's Eve, 1990.
Yeah? Yeah, when George went missing.
How do you know when he went missing? I ask the questions.
Very simple process.
I ask, you reply.
Look, I'm not the guy you want.
No, of course you're not, because you told me that I should be after.
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Rashid Said.
Look at it this way.
George goes missing two days after the Mujahideen across the road there put out a fatwa on him.
So are you going to go over there, pull him out of his shop? Course you're not.
Because you'd have half of London outside your nick, waving sticks, screaming for Allah.
George was a war hero.
Casualty of war.
You know the war I'm talking about.
Oi! England, mate! England.
White! White! Yeah! Nice one, son! Nice one! Where did he come from? Up north somewhere.
Mm-hm? His brief's outside.
Uh-huh.
Martin Armstrong? OK, I need his DNA.
Hello.
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officer.
So did your dad hit you? No.
He hit your mum? No.
Sorry, just have to tick the boxes.
SHE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY You're crap at your job, you know that? Don't tell anyone.
So, er.
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just out of curiosity, what is it? I mean, he must've done something to you.
No.
I heard he got you sent down, when you were.
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14.
I hate you! I hate you! No wonder you hate him.
I don't hate him.
How long have you been a shrink? A few months.
You're really bad at it.
I know.
I'll probably get fired soon.
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unless you help me.
Help you? Stay in for a few days.
Make me look good.
Boyd! Boyd! Yeah? This Marie Waters, so-called close friend of George's, you didn't get very much from her, did you? I've not even got his birth date here.
I didn't ask her about his birthday.
You don't know when mine is, do you? Actually, yes, I do.
I don't get anything.
I'd put a key in her door - what do you expect? She did pretty well, considering.
Well, she just knew the exact date he left.
New Year's Eve is not difficult to remember.
No, my point is, that she told you, and I think that's significant.
What do you want to do about it? Bring her in.
Why don't you bring her in? I will.
Good.
Thanks.
Come in, I'm sorry to keep you.
Detective Superintendent Boyd.
It is ironic we meet under these circumstances.
I have you on a list as a potential policy advisor.
You call those things policies? From what I read, you've a reputation for taking the law into your own hands.
It IS in my hands, Mr Armstrong.
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Exactly.
My party has a policy of giving power back to the police.
We're natural allies.
I want you back on the beat, after real criminals.
Which brings me to your client.
Have you done Jim Brown's DNA? No, Stella's doing it.
I.
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I asked YOU to do it.
And I asked HER to do it.
Sign here.
Sign for what? To give your consent.
Why don't you give me a kiss, and then I'll sign? Fine.
Don't sign.
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Is that it? Eh? Come on, darlin'.
Right here.
You got some Jew blood in you somewhere? Come on, bitch! Stella! Come on! Come on! Back off, back off! He made a sexual assault! All right, all right, OK, calm down! It's on camera! Out! Out! Hey! You might want to wash that off.
I've got AIDS.
He probably doesn't even have it, he was just trying to freak you out.
I've got no way of knowing.
It's so unlikely.
Especially with the AIDS virus.
How long before I know? It's a standard procedure - you go to the hospital, do a blood test.
DOOR OPENS Is there any broken skin? No.
No.
What the hell did you think you were doing? I'm sorry, he started to.
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Sorry doesn't do it.
What you did was completely unacceptable.
Hey, hey, hey.
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Come here.
It's going to be all right.
Turn, please.
My client doesn't look too good.
He assaulted a female officer.
I take it it was recorded on camera? Yes, it was.
Good - I look forward to seeing how much reasonable force was used.
She acted in self-defence.
I hope she's worth putting yourjob on the line.
I'm releasing him from custody, but he goes nowhere, understand? Just come to our meetings! Show Mr Armstrong out.
Give me a fair hearing! I'll bring him with me.
Of course.
I am a pro-police candidate.
It's all right, I'll find my own way out.
Piece of shit.
He'sjust doing hisjob.
He's right.
The country IS going to the dogs.
What are you talking about? What? And why are we even discussing this man? Does skin colour dictate your vote? "Dictate", appropriate word under the circumstances.
What have you there? That's the file on the Rashid Said fire.
Jim wasn't lying, he was interviewed about it in the '90s.
It looked like arson, he said he had no idea who did it.
OK.
Hi.
Hi.
Hi.
I found this down his throat.
This photograph? Pieces of this photograph, yeah.
Why a black guy down a skinhead's throat? Very good question.
Somebody shoved it down his throat, or what? Cracks to the hyoid bone suggest that some force was used to push the pieces of the photo down his throat.
These cracks, coupled with the ligature marks on his neck, lead me to believe that the actual cause of death was ligature strangulation.
Was the photograph before or after strangulation? I don't know.
The photograph, the strangulation, his other injuries, reek of punishment ritual.
Yeah.
Yeah, OK, Dad.
Right, then.
Bye.
They let him out.
That's good, innit? Dunno.
WATER RUNS You're joking, right? I'm just sick of all this, you know? Him, my mum, now all this crap with the election.
It's not crap - the elections are pretty serious, OK? I mean, we're fighting a war here.
Not me.
I just.
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wish we could go away somewhere.
What, like a holiday? I mean, run away.
You and me.
Look, I told you, it's serious, OK? What do you mean? It's got nothing to do with us.
Yeah, you, maybe.
So what the hell happened? They pulled me in - I had no choice.
I heard all the gory details from Peter and Terry.
You didn't do yourself any favours.
Came to nothing.
What's the problem? I'll tell you.
Half the street see you getting arrested.
If the press run this, before we know it we'll lose floating voters.
Well, we'll just to get the floating voters back, won't we? Don't go making decisions on your own.
Decisions that affect all of us get made by all of us.
Are we clear? I know.
Good.
Oh, by the way, Martin, I liked all your new stuff about Poles and Romanians.
Yeah? Yeah.
Never did like Romanians.
Nothing but gypsies and vampires.
I only wish you were going to be around to see how all this pans out.
Yeah, well.
I'm a dying breed, aren't I, Martin? Been a dying breed for some time now.
Could you tell me, do you recognise that man at all? We think he may have some connection with George's murder.
No, sorry, I don't know him.
OK.
I wonder, could we talk a little about George? I know it's upsetting, but.
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we need to get to know him.
George was different.
In what way? It's just something about him.
He listened to me.
And you liked him? I'm sorry to ask this, but I must.
Were you and George intimate? No.
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No.
Dad.
Mum's not in.
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Did he touch you? Did.
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he.
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touch you? You can't tell me what to do! Now you listen to me.
You go near him again.
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and I'll kill him.
OK.
Now.
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be a good girl.
Ah.
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I'm.
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I'm confused, Mr Said.
About what? Well, George Andrews tries to burn down your house, and you don't put the police onto it.
What would be the point in that? His word against mine - we both know where that would go.
We do? You're speaking for ME now? I don't know if he actually did it, but he was there on the street, I saw him running away.
So, he was running away from the scene of a crime that he didn't commit, but he's running away, and then what happened? Well, I.
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went looking for him.
I didn't find him.
What would you have done if you had? I wouldn't have killed him! Maybe you didn't mean to kill him.
You don't seriously think I did it? Do you? You've got a bit of a history with this.
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George man, haven't you, Mr Said? That? It was nothing.
Nothing? Tell me, then, about this nothing.
The first time I saw him he attacked me.
Get off him, leave him! Leave him! Get off him, leave him! That's not the way I heard it, at all.
I was trying to stop them.
Then Brown and his cronies got involved.
Jim Brown? Yes.
After that, you never saw one without the other.
Come here.
Yeah! See that, eh? White! White! Nice one, son, nice one! Mr Boyd.
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these men are not just a group of thugs.
No? What are they, then? They're thugs with a cause.
And surely, that must tell you all YOU need to know.
You're a man with a cause.
So I know all about you? I found this in your shop.
Seems you've got quite a thing going on.
Yeah, it's a pretty heavy thing, this British jihad.
This is a warning, it's not a threat.
"Muslims are divided over the London bombings, their loyalty to the UK.
" If we continue in this social climate, radicalism is inevitable.
So you bomb the living crap out of us, is that the idea? Am I a serious suspect in this man's death? Can you account for your movements New Year's Eve 1990? Can you? No.
Therefore, yes, you are a suspect.
Thank you.
Thanks a lot.
George had a tattoo and it was very similar to Jim's.
Do you know what that might signify? I think it was a phoenix.
Yes.
They all had that tattoo, all the crew.
But you didn't have a.
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George never offered.
He really got into all that tattooing.
Oh.
George's design was different to Jim's, though? George didn't have all the flames.
I don't know why.
And did it signify anything? Was it important to the group, this tattoo? No, it was just a stupid lads' thing, a night out.
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I don't know.
The night that George disappeared, what can you remember about that? Well, it was New Year's Eve and we were having a party.
What time did George leave? I.
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I left early.
Sorry.
You must have missed him.
It's hard, isn't it, when you lose someone you've made a connection with? It seems so unfair.
Look, I don't know much about George.
Marie, the slightest thing could help us find his killer.
Erm.
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His middle name was David, OK? What is it you're so scared of? Nothing.
Hello? Hi.
Hi, Stella.
I haven't been able to find anything on George David Andrews yet.
It's really weird.
No tax, no address, no glimpse of a record.
He's like The Invisible Man.
Well, keep trying, will you? Are you OK now? What? Do you remember the St Jerome's Hospice fire? What are you talking about? The case? Right, listen to this.
"Jim Brown was brought in for questioning over the St Jerome's Hospice fire, New Year's Day, 1990.
"One fatality - young black male".
Help me! Help ME! ! So that is Charles Ayaniki.
Yeah, I've got that.
Born in Nigeria.
And here we have a Raymond Ayaniki.
Relation? Brother.
St Saviour's Church.
Hello? Raymond Ayaniki? One moment, please.
Can we have a word, please? One moment.
Yes? DI Jordan.
Aha.
Detective Superintendent Boyd.
How are you, Father Ayaniki? Well.
How d'you do? Your brother was Charles Ayaniki? Ayanik-ay.
Ayanik-ay? My apologies.
Please.
Thanks.
So, you have reopened the St Jerome's case? No, we're investigating the disappearance of a man who went missing, December 1990.
Do you, er.
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do you know this man? His name was George Andrews.
Was? Yes.
He was murdered 16 years ago.
You don't recognise him? No.
Why do you think I can be of help? This is a reconstruction of a photograph found on his person.
Would you say that that looked.
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? Yes, of course.
It looks like my brother.
It could be Charlie.
How do you do a reconstruction like this? We're not here to discuss reconstruction technology.
This suggests there was a connection between your brother Charlie and this man, George Andrews.
Yeah? He was your younger brother? Yes.
And he went into the hospice, when? November 1989.
'89.
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People make all kinds of assumptions, say all kinds of terrible things, when a man has AIDS.
What, you mean he wasn't gay? Charlie was such a good person.
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You don't have to be a bad person to be gay! No, of course! It is not the sinner that we condemn, but the sin.
Charlie was an inspiration.
He worked for the United Nations, all over the world.
He must have caught HIV when he was in Africa.
So, in your opinion, there was no connection between your brother, Charlie, and this man, George Andrews? He was last seen New Year's Eve, 1990.
New Year's Eve? Mm.
The anniversary of my brother's death.
HELP ME! This is his grave.
I must admit, when you told me that you were a police officer, I thought my prayers were being answered and that you'd come here about St Jerome's.
No-one has ever been charged with it.
Have you ever looked into it? Have you? I don't understand.
The photograph of your brother.
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we didn't just find it on George Andrews' person.
Someone.
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Someone had rammed it down his throat.
We need a DNA sample from you.
Of course.
Hello, Marie.
I hope I can be assured of your vote.
Haven't seen YOU around much these last few days.
You know how it is.
I thought at least you would've visited me at campaign headquarters? Wouldn't want to get in the way.
Oh, come on, there's always time for old friends! You, me and Jim, the things we used to get up to.
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Yeah, well, the past is the past.
You been bothered by that policeman at all? No.
He just wants to know about George.
Let's hope they get the bastard who did it, eh? This makes me feel my age.
Seems only yesterday she was playing.
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All right.
Still, I suppose you never stop worrying about them, do you? No matter how old they are.
A present from the churchyard.
Thanks.
Pleasure.
Charles Ay-anike.
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Ayan-ike.
Ayanike.
Ayanike.
Charles Ayanike only has one public offence.
Disturbance of the Peace.
He was arrested back in '89, at a Gay Pride march, for chaining himself.
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I know who George was.
His name was Sam Cohen.
Sam Cohen? Sam Cohen.
That's.
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what I was going to tell you.
He was arrested alongside Charles Ayanike.
Sam Cohen is George Andrews.
So this is a Jewish gay guy, Sam Cohen, who ends up as a neo-Nazi skinhead, George Andrews? It's quite a profound personality change, isn't it? I would say, yes.
So when did Sam become George? The first time we're aware of him being George Andrews was in the summer of 1990 when he was living with Marie and Jim Brown.
He was known to them as George Andrews.
Six months after the fire.
So, do you think he flipped out after his friend's death? It was a big flip.
Grief can bring on an identity crisis.
But aren't we missing a trick here? I mean.
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He sought out the people accused of killing Charlie.
Exactly, it smacks of revenge.
The thing is that he didn't take any revenge on these people.
They're all fine.
The only one who's dead is him.
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
There you go! There you go! Is that warm? ! Sure is! See him? See him? See him? Poof.
Oi, did you swallow it? ! So what was he hoping to achieve? To change your identity can actually result in a profound sense of disorientation.
You cut yourself adrift, you're lost.
The majority of us really need to belong, so maybe he just couldn't hack it.
He lost his identity and he adopted theirs.
Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Hello again.
Why did you lie to us, then? I didn't like Sam.
I didn't like him or trust him.
I preferred to forget about it.
But they were lovers.
They could have been married.
No, they could not have been! Not in the eyes of God.
On your religious trip again? Well, that's understandable.
Do you consider that something to sneer at, Mr Boyd? I was there.
Every day.
With my brother, watching him die, praying for him every day.
But Charlie did not repent.
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for his sin.
He did not repent.
So he's burning in hell now, is he? He would have let me save his soul.
He would have repented.
But Sam was there, whispering in his ear.
Did you see Sam after Charlie died? I did not kill him.
I didn't ask if you killed him, I asked you if you saw Sam after Charlie died.
You both loved the same man.
Did you contact him, did he try and contact you? It's pathetic.
You just hide behind all this.
I mean, it's just an excuse, all of it.
You don't see love when it's right in front of you.
Self-righteous bloody bigot! He's an authority figure.
Oh! He is trapped between his family and his religion and YOU should be feeling sorry for him! I feel sorry for Sam, caught between his lover's brother, who's a priest, Jim Brown's lot.
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Take away the clothes and what's the difference? Come on.
You can't believe that.
It's fear.
That's what they do, someone beat the crap out of Sam! But he's a priest! You can't suggest that he was capable of such violence.
They invented it! Torture, repression, Spanish Inquisition? Talking of torture and repression, what about.
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? What do you want me to do? Talk to her.
You do what you wanna do, then.
Stella? Would you like to see Boyd? It will never happen again.
I know.
Will I lose my job? You're on this case, aren't you? Yeah.
Definitely, I am.
Come in.
The tests came back on Sam's jeans.
There were traces of almond oil on the knees.
So that gives us a murder site? What does it tell us? That our murderer is a careless baker, or what? Possibly.
How did it go? Everything we hold dear today, everything we want for our children, depends on us winning this election.
'All our hopes and dreams hang in the balance.
'I love my country, and I'm not ashamed to say it.
'We are a great people with a proud history, 'and the legacy I want to leave for my children 'is a Britain that can be great once more.
'This is your chance for change.
'I stand for homes and jobs in Britain.
'I stand for fairness and justice.
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' Hassan! Have you seen Selim? He's not answering his phone.
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Keep your dirty hands off him! Can't you see he don't want you, you're a WHORE! Some want you to believe that I'm a racist, as if a vote for me is a vote for intolerance and hate, as if there'll be race riots and ethnic cleansing.
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Armstrong's doing his rent-a-quote again.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
We are a party for the British people, for every British person.
A vote for me is a vote for Britain.
This is not about race.
It's the most unbelievable crap.
You can't dismiss him.
He's struck a chord with people.
'Britain has a problem with immigration, with vast amounts of cheap foreign labour.
'It's the Poles and Romanians who are responsible.
' We are not a racist party.
But I stand for communities free of gun crime, and crack dens, and slum housing.
And the main reason.
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' Sir! Martin! Martin.
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! 'My name is Selim Said.
' A proud Muslim youth.
but now we are awake.
It's time for the British jihad to begin.
He is my son.
Don't you understand? It doesn't make any difference what he's done.
Making that kid do a martyr video was a big mistake.
Grace thinks there's a word in the flames.
If you go in there and face him, he won't lay a hand on you ever again.
DID YOU GET IT?! What's she doing here? There was no-one there.
A perfect irony, isn't it? They burn down an AIDS hospice and all end up getting it.