Wolcott (1981–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript
I did.
I did.
Especially where you only recovered 40,000 pounds.
What's with the hand?
Just a bit of window dressing, sir.
I'm looking forward to a lot of no bother, inspector.
You?
You were a road [inaudible].
You keep your tax paid and your MOT up to date,
and you'll hear nothing from me.
Mind, I hear you've got a bit of bother on at the moment.
What bother would that be?
We've got our own tame coon down the shop now.
We know what goes on.
Yeah?
Well, it looks I'm going to have to talk to the bastards.
I'm not greedy.
I can negotiate.
But if things don't work out, I may have to call on you.
Leave me out, Jerry.
I said I'd look after your interests a bit.
I didn't say I'd wet nurse ya.
That's how it is, son.
[theme music]
Good morning, Winston.
Good morning.
Well, Winston, you're the man of the moment.
You even got me off the front page.
What, this?
You ever read such crap?
You gotta get used to that sort of thing, son,
if you're going to go in for the hero caper.
Oi, nigger.
What's your game, coming in here?
Shut up.
This tip is a bit too boring for us, man.
Where's Roe?
Which one?
We're a lot of Roes around here.
Don't be too jokey now, because I'm a busy rasta man.
So-- it seems like we need to talk a few things over.
So?
I'm an easy man.
Black, blue, chartreuse.
It's all water to me.
Like the moving of times.
You've got legitimate claims.
I can see that.
Still listening.
Rigt.
Here it is.
I turn over all insurance operations--
You mean protection.
Why don't you say protection, then?
Ain't you been in England long enough to know
we never call a spade a spade?
Call him mate to his face, and nigger behind his back.
What else?
Whatever else you've got going now.
Though if you take my advice, you'll
pull the plug on the Mickey Mouse
mugging and the petting theft.
You do a lot better selling peace and quiet.
I've got that covered already.
But how about you?
What have you got, that you're so generous?
For one thing, I've got a legitimate business.
For another, I'm keeping all the handling,
and that includes your lot.
You got things to dryclean, you come to me.
No cowboys.
Got it?
The other thing is my connection--
that stays in my pocket, and you don't go anywhere near it.
Mm-mm.
No way, man.
We bungle over that.
It's worth fighting about.
You want to make that business work,
you've got to create the market.
You don't know my streets good enough.
You still don't know my connection.
I know all about the man in the embassy.
He's a nervous type.
So I can find out the rest if I really did.
That's cute.
Undeniably cute.
All right.
You've got a case.
I'll sell to you, and you do all your own retailing.
I can't say fairer than that.
I'll send a man to see you soon.
- Man deal? - Sure.
Man asleep.
So busy looking in the mirror, he don't see us behind him.
I'm a terrible partner.
[ringing]
Hi.
Oh.
Uh-- uh, I'm real sorry.
Am I interrupting something?
I wasn't expecting to see you till the garden thing.
- Are you busy? - No.
No. - Are you sure?
- Mhm. - Good.
Well, come in. Come in.
I did.
I did.
Well, it's a bit habitat, isn't it?
This is my first time in a policeman's flat.
Feels really weird.
Is this typical?
I wouldn't know that.
I haven't been to many, myself.
Who's Mike and Mo?
Oh, uh--
WOLCOTT: What brings you here?
Well, I just finished my article about you.
And I was in the neighborhood, and thought I'd buy you a beer.
Hello?
WOLCOTT: Sit down. Sit down.
Sit down.
Thank you.
How come you're so chummy with a guy like Ruben Ware?
What do you mean?
I mean, like, uh--
where is he coming from?
Uh-- he's a well known man in the street, you know?
And it's my business to know what goes on in the world,
so knowing somebody like Ruben is just--
you know, it's just part of the job.
What's the connection between him and Terry Roe?
I don't know.
I really don't.
I guess Ruben is just trying to keep the white vultures off,
or something.
I don't know.
And the other team?
Roe?
Tell me, do you do this every single night?
- I do it every single night. - Really?
Yeah.
Wow.
Could I try one of those?
Sure.
Here.
Whoa!
Roe.
What?
Do you know anything about him?
Look, kiddo, I have lived in this neighborhood
ever since I moved to London, and I couldn't
help but know Terry Roe.
But he's not like, my best friend.
You understand?
I mean, no special knowledge?
I thought you knew everything?
Oh, Christ.
Look-- all I know is that Terry Roe
is a hotshot around here, OK?
And he and his family have been local villains
since the Magna Carta.
He's known to be very well connected,
if you get my meaning.
I think he's breaking new ground.
Any ideas?
Yeah.
Yeah, I had a--
had a couple of really good ideas.
Which ones you want to try first?
Um-- no.
Never mind.
It was just a passing thought.
Just-- passed right--
it just went away.
Um, you know, I think--
I think I really could do some digging on Terry Roe for you.
No problem.
I'd really appreciate that.
IAN: Hello? Ian.
I got your message.
Ah.
Good of you to call, Chief Superintendent.
It's about your resident black.
Yes, the minister and I have been wrestling with it,
and the general feeling is it's time
to move this particular investment
into a less sensitive area.
This St. James [inaudible]?
IAN: Yes, it is.
Well, in all conscience I can't say I disagree.
IAN: What about the flying squad?
Yes, the flying squad could be one option.
IAN: Hm. Immediate consideration?
Yes.
Active consideration.
Mm.
I'll be in touch.
Bye, Ian.
Regards to Cecily.
Compared to something--
Mr. Wolcott.
I'm Sandra Gordon, and I want you to come
and protect me from my guests.
They absolutely terrify me.
It's very nice of you and your husband to invite me,
Mrs. Gordon. - Red or white?
I'll have some orange.
Oh, my beautiful man.
Mel has given me essays about you,
and I can see that the half was not told unto me.
Menendez not here yet?
She's around somewhere, I think.
Darling? - Mhm?
Help yourself to anything you want.
Thank you.
Ah.
How do you like it, Winston?
All right?
What, being the black bill on display,
or the best dressed wallflower at the party?
No, we're having a-- having a glimpse of the people
who always get away with it.
Like it?
Oh look.
Aren't they sweet?
I call them, um--
[non-english].
The scavengers.
You've got to have a couple of new wavers at your parties
these days, you know?
Open spades.
Very passe'.
Oh, look, there's, um-- there's Howard.
Howard Goldman.
Do you know Howie?
Yeah.
Tight and emotional over the pens.
I've been here for a couple of weeks, doing this--
Can I--
Listen, I've talked to this group of people.
They don't know shit, do you understand what I mean?
Ah!
Tell me, if I call you at the office--
That's-- that's great.
When?
Darling, I've got to go.
If I call you 12:01-- it's desperately important.
Yeah.
They just-- nobody gives any help.
OK.
I can-- count on--
Used to be the best columnist in Britain,
when he wasn't flogging himself as the final prose
in captivity.
Right, darling. You all right?
Oh, yes. Thank you.
Good. Good.
You know, Jeremy.
Oh, you're looking so good this evening.
Do it again.
Hello, Winston.
How do you like the people of NW1?
Well, Mr. Gordon was just asking me the same thing.
Do you mind if I help myself? - Help yourself.
Do, yes. - Thanks.
I was particularly looking forward to seeing you, Melinda.
Well, thank you, Winston.
Now, why would that be?
Read your piece this morning.
Made quite an impression. - Oh, yeah?
Mhm.
Well, tell me how you liked it.
Come on. Come on.
Keep talking.
And don't forget, this is my editor listening.
All right.
Can't remember when I read such cheap shot bullshit.
Oh, thank you.
That's very kind of you.
You're welcome.
I mean, uh-- the hack from the local Gazette
did a better job than her.
And she was there.
Would you mind explaining what--
Shut up.
Shut up?
OK.
What did you write? A raid?
People getting beaten up?
Naw.
Just a lot of purple prose.
Look, what happened was there was
a shakedown in a shady nightclub,
and a very heroic black detective
captured the double murderer.
That's what happened, that's what I wrote.
That's my job.
So what's your problem here?
Look, if you can't do your job any better than that,
I suggest that you stick to reviewing films.
Oh.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Real life needs better legwork.
Mr. [inaudible],, you asked me what I thought of it all.
I did, yes.
I think you know a lot of stupid people.
- Oh. - Excuse me?
Winston?
Would you care to do a short dissertation, perhaps,
on the finer points of journalism
in, say, I don't know-- the last century, or so?
It'd be fascinating, don't you think?
You know, you're really a pompous son of a bitch,
you know that?
You are.
See, you need me a lot more than I need you.
Because if I don't write about you, then none of these people
here will know who you are, or what you've done.
And that would be such a pity.
Don't you think?
Excuse me.
You know, you're damn lucky I made you look so good.
Because really-- really, what you are is--
well, how should I put it?
An egomaniacal asshole.
Cheers.
[music playing]
[warbling]
[whistle]
Come on, man.
Come on.
I'm a reasonable sort of guy who-- you know,
I'm not asking a lot of money.
All I'm saying to you is I'll take her off your back, and--
It's just absolutely out of the question.
I can't afford--
Yeah, you can afford it. I know you can afford it.
Look, I'm a reasonable man.
You know?
Oh, the brother can be so clumsy at times.
Please, don't let him to do it.
Please.
Please.
Please, don't let him to do it.
[ringing]
Yeah?
RUBEN: Hi, sister.
Always thought you was night people?
Oh, hi.
What time is it?
Oh, god.
Ruben, can I talk to you in the morning?
RUBEN: Need to talk to you now, sister.
OK, brother.
So, what's going on?
RUBEN: You do Wolcott a big favor.
You make the pig look very good.
Oh.
Well, unfortunately the pig doesn't feel like I did
him any kind of favor at all.
But yeah, you're right.
I-- I made him look real good. Why?
RUBEN: That was a brother he arrested.
Oh, please.
Ruben, Cecil killed the guy.
I saw it.
RUBEN: I thought maybe I'd made the pig see my side.
Join the people.
I've got my doubts now.
Nope.
Forget it.
He's as straight as a die.
RUBEN: I want to know what he's doing around the street.
What he's trying to stir up.
He talk to you?
Wait a minute.
Um-- Ruben-- look, when you talk to me,
you're a protected source.
Remember?
And that goes for anybody who talks to me.
Anybody.
RUBEN: Don't give me that liberal plat, woman.
Around me you've got to be on our side.
Of course I'm on your side. Why?
What do you mean?
RUBEN: You don't talk to nobody about my business.
Right?
Ruben, why are you being so paranoid all of a sudden?
Are you-- are you stoned, or something?
RUBEN: I said, you don't talk about my business to nobody.
Right?
What are you doing?
Are you, uh-- are you threatening me?
RUBEN: That's what I'm doing, sister.
Look, Ruben--
Grassroots.
Voice of rasta.
I don't think it would hurt you to stay
and help me for a little while.
I am not here on my own time, Mom.
- Have you seen Cynthia lately? - Yes.
Yes, I've seen her.
I don't understand, Winston.
Why aren't you happy, boy?
You finally get to where you always wanted.
And you don't have a word to say about it.
I haven't arrived, Mom.
You know, I can't understand that kind of talk.
You sound like Dennis.
So what's wrong with Dennis, then?
He's wild.
He's wild?
Yes.
You sure?
Anyway, Mom--
Good afternoon, Sister Wolcott.
Good afternoon, Reverend.
Winston?
Helping your mother carry on the good work?
Hi, Cynthia.
Hi.
Mom, I'll see you later.
Yes?
Winston?
No one here is interested in the word of God.
Politicians and sinners, sister.
Load of animals.
Bloody drums will drive your head in a twist.
I don't know.
Kind of gets to you after a while.
Bit quiet, really.
All bloody patches like a garden suburb just recently.
It suits me, mate.
Grassroots. To you, only 10 p.
Or I can give you advice of rasta.
Three dollar back home.
Read about black brethren.
Black boys.
News about black Britain today.
Contemporary newspaper.
10 p only.
Enjoy the carnival.
Can spare 10 p?
No, sorry, sir.
We can't read.
OK, brother.
Hey, sharp.
You're looking sharp.
Hey, you want to read the latest survey on police brutality?
Dennis.
What are you doing here?
They put you on carnival duty?
I had lunch with Mom, and then I walked over, you know?
Yeah.
Yeah, you look kind of full of roast chicken and Jesus.
I'll tell you something--
that boy-- the Groves boy--
Melville.
That's right.
He, uh-- isn't going to be called
in the Rose murder trial.
[inaudible]
After all that?
After all that.
Also, they're going to let [inaudible] killing.
Just be manslaughter.
I suppose it'll save grief all around.
Yeah, yeah.
Dennis, I'm relying on you to see that Melville appreciates
the break he's getting.
All right?
He won't.
He won't.
He'll just see it as another time the police
bent things to suit themselves.
All right.
But you make him understand.
Otherwise he might end up being another Forbes.
You dig?
Anyway, uh-- that guy, Ware--
Forbes work for him?
Hey, Winston, you know, I don't tell you anything
about anybody around here.
Look, uh, I just want to know where the guy is coming from.
I know you play chess with him about once every week.
I know that you know I don't beat up kids 24 hours a day.
He's a brother.
A lot of people around here respect him.
If you ask me, I don't think he's as right on as he
wants people to think.
But don't ask me.
Deaths, Dennis. Deaths.
Aw, man.
Look, I can't help you.
I can't help you.
Tell me about Auntie Edie.
I mean, how is she?
She never changes.
She's at Kwanzaa Park now, if you want to go and see her.
Let me go, man.
Let me go.
No, man.
I only-- I only cause her pain.
Best to keep away.
You're like a second son, Dennis.
She expects a little pain.
You can't feel that way about other people's children.
You know that.
You know everything.
You're always the good brother.
Every mother's favorite son.
Anyway, I'll see you all later, right?
Don't forget [inaudible], OK?
Hey, brother.
What's going on, eh?
Where?
Well, you live in a nice house,
and I never seem to see you when I come knocking on your door.
Now, who the hell told you where I live?
Dennis?
I know a lot about you.
Where you're coming from, where you're at--
and maybe where you're going.
If you're smart.
Listen, man, they could mess you over for a long time.
You don't owe them a thing.
Spit it out.
Well, after your struggle, you should show solidarity with us.
I mean, the business is there.
Someone has to take care of it.
Yeah?
Right.
Why should it happen in Babylon?
They've got their own friends.
What friends?
Roe's got his own wicket.
Someone sees it, don't get bothered.
So why not us?
Help a brethren, help yourself.
Oh, don't brother me, ponce.
You know something?
You're worse than Roe.
At least when he robs somebody, he just robs them.
He doesn't pretend he's liberating them.
You think you'll find out anything about white people
with that Melinda whore?
You go back and study your carnival, OK?
You're a fool, man.
Worse than your [inaudible] bitch mother.
Trying to make carnival into a church picnic,
and free the peace without leaving the front pew.
Well, go.
[inaudible]
You think you'll find out anything?
Go away.
Love it, Yankee bitch.
Love the black dick!
[shouting]
So, that is the state of the play at the moment.
Forbes will be remanded until the 30th,
and then we should demand a swift trial.
All in all, quite a feather in your cap, constable.
So much so that I should think a move is in store for you.
I'm not sure I want to--
I'll be straight with you, Winston.
The official view, which I share,
is that you have been as useful as possible in the area.
Your continued presence may be counterproductive,
but since the apprehension of Forbes, things have been--
well, comparatively peaceful.
Well, that's what's so important, sir.
I-- - Please, Wolcott.
In fact, things have quieted down so much,
we're pulling out the SPG.
In order to create a spirit of give and take.
Give and take?
Sit down.
Sir-- But sir, you don't realize that if--
Sit down.
All right, constable.
That short fuse of yours has got you into trouble before,
and will probably do so again unless you
learn to keep it under control.
Don't presume to tell me my job.
Law and order.
That's what we're in the business of, Wolcott.
Keep that in mind.
With respect, sir, what shall I have him do in the meantime?
As you know, I'm not up to full complement, even with him.
Something that isn't sensitive.
Chief Inspector Berry might have a few suggestions.
Anyway, there's always enough paperwork around here
to fill anyone's day.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, it's a bit fresh, innit, sir?
It's gotta be me next motor.
I've got to have it.
A roller.
It's the only British car I don't appreciate.
You know what I mean?
Hang on. yeah.
It's for you.
Yeah?
Mr. Roe?
Yes, that's right, Mr. Roe.
It is ready for delivery.
[inaudible]?
Yeah.
My courier will be there.
Yeah.
And you.
They'll only listen to me.
I mean, I keep on trying to tell you,
the man is trying to do his duty.
I mean, he's a decent fellow.
He's a sleek son of a bitch.
My presence being counterproductive.
Yeah, well, he's got to consider everything.
Consider my ass.
Just when I'm beginning to get at things around here,
he calls me off like a dog at a sheep trail, man.
Yeah, but it's not your business to buy any trouble.
Yeah, nobody wants to disturb this cozy relationship
with Roe.
Not mine, now, constable.
Look, have a drink.
Inspector, Roe's got somebody in his pocket.
If it's not Cosgrave, Cosgrave knows about it,
or he's a bigger fool than he looks.
Careful now, constable.
You're talking about governors.
And what about you, inspector?
You weren't too bothered about Roe smashing people
up the other night.
Tut tut was all you said.
Winston?
I need to talk to you.
I got some information last night
that I'd like to pass along to you by way of mending fences.
I've had a long, hard day.
What have you had?
I had a drink last night with a man called Billy Tovy.
Tovy?
What, the old dock union guy? - That's right.
The red peril of 1966.
He's retired now, but you know, he keeps
in touch with what's going on.
Mm.
When's the revolution?
Uh-- next Tuesday, half an hour after closing time.
Look, are you going to let me in, or what?
Anyway, Billy told me he ran into this old friend of his who
runs a string of green groceries.
He's been paying off the Roe family for 13 years now.
Now, guess what he found out 10 days ago?
He's got a new insurance company.
You got it, baby.
And he's not the only one.
No, no, no. Wait.
That's only half the punchline.
They'd have had to fix up something new,
or there would be a full scale war going on right now.
Anyway, your friend, Ware--
Oh, please.
Give me a break.
Your friend Ware as much as told me that he
and Roe had called pacts.
Also, that Roe has at least one friend on the division.
Hm.
I've just been arguing about that tonight.
That happens to be the other half of the story, Winston.
See, later on last night, Billy took me
down to the place where Roe hangs out
and takes care of business.
Guess who was there, all buddy buddy with Roe,
and shooting pool like Fast Eddie?
Huh?
Your friend, Bonham.
Doesn't have to mean much.
Regional crime squad.
He could have-- keeping an eye on Roe.
Oh, please.
Look, I might be stupid, but I think
I can tell the difference between surveillance
and for he's a jolly good fellow.
Might be something.
OK, um--
I'm not Lois Lane.
That's-- that's clear.
Uh-- you know, you're a really difficult man to help.
You know that?
Um-- OK, look, Winston--
maybe you were right about that thousand island article.
You know, maybe I--
I just got a little lazy.
Try harder next time.
Shit.
We're talking about my job here.
Would you give me a break, please?
Do you-- do you know that I--
do you know what it cost me to--
to wait outside there for you for half an hour?
Look, Winston, I've changed my mind about a few things, OK?
I'm willing to help you.
Did you hear that?
I help you.
A cop.
Now, that's crazy, right?
But you gotta give me something back.
See, the only way I can help you is with my work.
And-- I need a little respect for my work here.
Your work?
Now, what in the hell do I care about your work, girl?
That's the problem.
It's just an excuse to get off on niggers.
Cops.
Gangsters.
It's all black meat to you.
Yeah.
Yes, that's it.
You really just hit it right on the head there.
You're right, you know?
The only reason I've been doing all this
is to find me some good black stud.
That's-- that's really what all white chicks really want,
you know?
Well, that's what it feels like tonight!
Yeah, you're right.
You know, the whole thing is just a game.
We just want that black meat.
You know, you really are just a pig.
You're really just a stupid pig.
I feel really sorry for you.
I gotta go.
I said I'm leaving. God dammit!
Let go of me!
Let go!
God dammit!
What are you gonna try to do, stud?
You gonna try to rape me, huh?
It's all right.
It's OK.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I-- I didn't mean to hurt you.
It's all right.
So-- how's Mr. Aziz?
This is a bit out of the ordinary, inspector.
10 minutes.
Oh, don't you worry, son.
I won't even take five.
Well, Arthur--
Back home again, huh?
Why don't you leave a man alone?
You ain't got nothing to do with this case.
Yeah, well, I--
I've been reading up the reports, you know?
And somehow or other, the thing doesn't seem to gel.
Leave me alone, Mr. Gilligan.
I'll have enough bad dreams without you help.
Aw, come on now, Arthur.
You used to be Terry Roe's little boy, huh?
What are you doing with [inaudible]??
And what was the transfer fee?
Aw, come on, come on, come on.
Out.
All right.
Be like that.
Be a tick.
But I have an idea that you were fitted up for the business,
huh?
And if I can find out for sure, well, it's not
going to be bad for you, is it?
Fitted up?
How?
Well, you tell me.
Who doesn't like our little Arthur, huh?
Terry, huh?
Or-- are you just the monkey in the middle?
Think about it, Arthur.
And I'll think about it, and--
maybe we can talk about it later, huh?
We're finished.
It's Charlie here, Burt.
Sorry to keep you, Charlie, but it's the worst
time of the day for me. [inaudible]
That's all right, Burt.
How are things?
Smashing, sir.
Smashing.
That's 6,400-odd there, Burt.
And here's two and a half.
That's all over the counter readies.
I'll have the rest in two lots.
Same time next week, and a fortnight Saturday.
Lovely.
Hey-- happy bar mitzvah, son.
Today you're a man.
Where is he, constable?
Good day, sir.
Right.
The medicals are on their way.
I'll be having a look.
He didn't--
I can't believe that.
Morris was no junkie.
He was--
Constable?
Junkies.
Stupid bloody junkies.
His mother says he wasn't.
Well, she would, wouldn't she?
Leave it, Wolcott.
You're supposed to be taking a backseat right now.
Don't you give orders you can't make stick, constable.
How long was he a druggie, then?
He was not.
I mean, I don't know what these [inaudible] get up [inaudible]..
But my Morris was no junkie.
Aw, come on, Mrs. Hans.
He only had one needle mark that I could see, constable.
Huh?
I can't swear to it, but I think he only shot up once.
And that was once too often.
No.
Oi.
Oi.
You out there, then?
What happened, then?
Ever seen a dead person, son?
Yeah.
Well, I mean--
Well, there's a dead boy up there.
Friend of yours, I think, Melville?
Morris Hans.
Somebody sold him some heroin, he tried to use it,
and now he's dead.
None of you would know anybody around here who could
sell me some heroin, would you?
No.
No.
No, sir.
None.
You?
No, you wouldn't.
And even if you did, you wouldn't tell a policeman.
Grassing somebody to a copper?
Naw, not you, lads.
You?
You?
What about you, Melville?
I wouldn't tell a pig nothing.
Pig?
Yeah, that's me.
None of you for two seconds think that what I do
has to be done.
And why should you?
Well, there's a dead boy up there,
and the man who sold him the stuff that killed him probably
wasn't much different to what he was.
But he was different enough to make my job necessary!
Listen.
Now, listen-- listen.
Now, come on, listen.
What do you-- what do you call a boomerang that don't come back?
A stick.
Here's another one.
These two vegetables, right?
All right.
All right.
Now listen-- listen-- now, come on.
Listen.
Right, I'll see you tomorrow.
See you later.
What are you going?
No, he wanted to walk.
Yeah, I know.
I think I'll take a stroll.
Stroll.
Stroll's what I said, innit right?
No, stroll.
It's all the same to me.
I wouldn't ride with you, anyway.
You'll lose your brief you drive in that condition.
Aw, bollocks.
Don't [inaudible].
See you tomorrow, all right?
God willing.
Goodnight.
Night night.
It's impossible, though.
[inaudible]
Aw, come off it, god's sake.
It's just in--
[shouting]
You make another noise like that, and I'll break your arm.
What's all this about, Sambo?
What?
Now, you can forget about the Sambo pitch.
You're about to help me with my inquiries, OK?
Get off your stupid [inaudible]..
Honestly, it's gonna get you nothing.
I told you about your language before.
Now, what's all these brand new friendships of yours?
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about Ruben Ware.
Who?
Ware, you idiot.
I was down near the thousand islands the night
his goon punctured yours.
Remember?
I don't know what you're talking about
All right, what about Charlie Bonham, then?
Is he the bill you keep bragging that you've got in your pocket?
Huh?
I don't know!
Do better.
Come on.
What are you talking about?
I can't look at every stupid bill that comes to call.
I've been hearing tales.
Tales about people, eh?
Get this bloody nigger off me!
Help!
Help!
Oi!
You'd better stop that bloody row!
I've phoned the police already.
Here.
You bleeding nig nog.
I hope they do you good and proper.
Coming over here.
You know who did this?
That coon of yours.
He's a bleeding--
What, Wolcott?
He's been warned off.
I've had the word.
Paperwork and all in the CLO's end.
Well, someone ought to send him a memo.
He's acting just like a cop at the moment.
Well, even if he is, Terry, what do
you expect me to do about it?
Smack his body?
I'm recommending something.
He's onto you, and all.
Onto me?
Too right.
That's what all this pressure was about.
He reckons I've done a deal with that other nigger, which ain't
too far out for the moment.
He's got us connected, too.
How's he do that?
You haven't been mouthing off, have you, Terry?
Of course I haven't.
But I mean, you've been round, and--
well, there it is.
So what are you going to do about it?
Nothing.
I'm going to do nothing.
But I'll tell you what you're going to do.
You're going to get out of your brief,
and put in a formal complaint for assault by a police offcer?
Me?
And don't take those bandages off until after you've done it.
The coon's already in stock.
This will pull him off for the rest of the match.
Do it.
Believe me.
Well, it's such a stupid thing to do.
And for no reason.
That's what escapes me.
Why
Seemed to me to be the only way to find out why Roe has
some of the friends he does.
You had to peek into a pub to find that out?
I wouldn't say that I didn't touch him,
but the real rough stuff only started when
those other idiots arrived.
All right.
Leave that for the moment.
These friends of his--
who, for instance?
For instance, Reuben worry.
Now, what the hell does he and Roe have in common,
apart from the fact that they divide this area between them
like a pack of cards?
Now look, Winston--
And For another instance, Inspector--
you.
How do you come to be in full, plain terms with Terry Roe.
Answer that.
Bonham?
What they hell has it got to do with you?
I thought you appreciated the fact
that I'm about the only person round
who don't treat you like a--
As it happens, Terry Roe is the key to the bookie business.
I didn't know about that, Charlie.
Mhm.
But I can tell you now that I've
had quite an eye on this Terry Roe fella for a long time.
And I thought I was getting some kind of a case against him
until this morning.
When he came in here, surrounded by a string of solicitors,
with his arm in a sling, and his nose
wrapped round his left ear.
Perhaps I'm supposed to know that because I'm
a blasted clairvoyant.
That's enough.
You won't tell because it was felt that your presence
that served its main purpose.
And you should remain in the background.
Chief Superintendent, your confidence is misplaced.
Constable Wolcott, as of this moment,
you are suspended on full pay.
Give me your warrant card.
There'll be an inquiry into the Roe complaint.
When we get through with that--
well, we'll just have to see what happens.
Meanwhile, I direct you not to get involved with anyone
even remotely concerned with this business.
Am I understood, Wolcott?
What's yours?
[inaudible] and a bottle of Guinness.
How much?
That'll be 1 pound, 17.
Hey, bro.
Have a check at the 245 at Pontefract.
I've got them marked down there, man.
Right.
Nope.
Thanks.
Hey, bro?
You're leaving your paper.
You can keep it, man.
Thanks.
Another, please.
Don't think you've had enough already?
Going down!
What?
[laughter]
[inaudible].
[laughter]
[theme music]
I did.
Especially where you only recovered 40,000 pounds.
What's with the hand?
Just a bit of window dressing, sir.
I'm looking forward to a lot of no bother, inspector.
You?
You were a road [inaudible].
You keep your tax paid and your MOT up to date,
and you'll hear nothing from me.
Mind, I hear you've got a bit of bother on at the moment.
What bother would that be?
We've got our own tame coon down the shop now.
We know what goes on.
Yeah?
Well, it looks I'm going to have to talk to the bastards.
I'm not greedy.
I can negotiate.
But if things don't work out, I may have to call on you.
Leave me out, Jerry.
I said I'd look after your interests a bit.
I didn't say I'd wet nurse ya.
That's how it is, son.
[theme music]
Good morning, Winston.
Good morning.
Well, Winston, you're the man of the moment.
You even got me off the front page.
What, this?
You ever read such crap?
You gotta get used to that sort of thing, son,
if you're going to go in for the hero caper.
Oi, nigger.
What's your game, coming in here?
Shut up.
This tip is a bit too boring for us, man.
Where's Roe?
Which one?
We're a lot of Roes around here.
Don't be too jokey now, because I'm a busy rasta man.
So-- it seems like we need to talk a few things over.
So?
I'm an easy man.
Black, blue, chartreuse.
It's all water to me.
Like the moving of times.
You've got legitimate claims.
I can see that.
Still listening.
Rigt.
Here it is.
I turn over all insurance operations--
You mean protection.
Why don't you say protection, then?
Ain't you been in England long enough to know
we never call a spade a spade?
Call him mate to his face, and nigger behind his back.
What else?
Whatever else you've got going now.
Though if you take my advice, you'll
pull the plug on the Mickey Mouse
mugging and the petting theft.
You do a lot better selling peace and quiet.
I've got that covered already.
But how about you?
What have you got, that you're so generous?
For one thing, I've got a legitimate business.
For another, I'm keeping all the handling,
and that includes your lot.
You got things to dryclean, you come to me.
No cowboys.
Got it?
The other thing is my connection--
that stays in my pocket, and you don't go anywhere near it.
Mm-mm.
No way, man.
We bungle over that.
It's worth fighting about.
You want to make that business work,
you've got to create the market.
You don't know my streets good enough.
You still don't know my connection.
I know all about the man in the embassy.
He's a nervous type.
So I can find out the rest if I really did.
That's cute.
Undeniably cute.
All right.
You've got a case.
I'll sell to you, and you do all your own retailing.
I can't say fairer than that.
I'll send a man to see you soon.
- Man deal? - Sure.
Man asleep.
So busy looking in the mirror, he don't see us behind him.
I'm a terrible partner.
[ringing]
Hi.
Oh.
Uh-- uh, I'm real sorry.
Am I interrupting something?
I wasn't expecting to see you till the garden thing.
- Are you busy? - No.
No. - Are you sure?
- Mhm. - Good.
Well, come in. Come in.
I did.
I did.
Well, it's a bit habitat, isn't it?
This is my first time in a policeman's flat.
Feels really weird.
Is this typical?
I wouldn't know that.
I haven't been to many, myself.
Who's Mike and Mo?
Oh, uh--
WOLCOTT: What brings you here?
Well, I just finished my article about you.
And I was in the neighborhood, and thought I'd buy you a beer.
Hello?
WOLCOTT: Sit down. Sit down.
Sit down.
Thank you.
How come you're so chummy with a guy like Ruben Ware?
What do you mean?
I mean, like, uh--
where is he coming from?
Uh-- he's a well known man in the street, you know?
And it's my business to know what goes on in the world,
so knowing somebody like Ruben is just--
you know, it's just part of the job.
What's the connection between him and Terry Roe?
I don't know.
I really don't.
I guess Ruben is just trying to keep the white vultures off,
or something.
I don't know.
And the other team?
Roe?
Tell me, do you do this every single night?
- I do it every single night. - Really?
Yeah.
Wow.
Could I try one of those?
Sure.
Here.
Whoa!
Roe.
What?
Do you know anything about him?
Look, kiddo, I have lived in this neighborhood
ever since I moved to London, and I couldn't
help but know Terry Roe.
But he's not like, my best friend.
You understand?
I mean, no special knowledge?
I thought you knew everything?
Oh, Christ.
Look-- all I know is that Terry Roe
is a hotshot around here, OK?
And he and his family have been local villains
since the Magna Carta.
He's known to be very well connected,
if you get my meaning.
I think he's breaking new ground.
Any ideas?
Yeah.
Yeah, I had a--
had a couple of really good ideas.
Which ones you want to try first?
Um-- no.
Never mind.
It was just a passing thought.
Just-- passed right--
it just went away.
Um, you know, I think--
I think I really could do some digging on Terry Roe for you.
No problem.
I'd really appreciate that.
IAN: Hello? Ian.
I got your message.
Ah.
Good of you to call, Chief Superintendent.
It's about your resident black.
Yes, the minister and I have been wrestling with it,
and the general feeling is it's time
to move this particular investment
into a less sensitive area.
This St. James [inaudible]?
IAN: Yes, it is.
Well, in all conscience I can't say I disagree.
IAN: What about the flying squad?
Yes, the flying squad could be one option.
IAN: Hm. Immediate consideration?
Yes.
Active consideration.
Mm.
I'll be in touch.
Bye, Ian.
Regards to Cecily.
Compared to something--
Mr. Wolcott.
I'm Sandra Gordon, and I want you to come
and protect me from my guests.
They absolutely terrify me.
It's very nice of you and your husband to invite me,
Mrs. Gordon. - Red or white?
I'll have some orange.
Oh, my beautiful man.
Mel has given me essays about you,
and I can see that the half was not told unto me.
Menendez not here yet?
She's around somewhere, I think.
Darling? - Mhm?
Help yourself to anything you want.
Thank you.
Ah.
How do you like it, Winston?
All right?
What, being the black bill on display,
or the best dressed wallflower at the party?
No, we're having a-- having a glimpse of the people
who always get away with it.
Like it?
Oh look.
Aren't they sweet?
I call them, um--
[non-english].
The scavengers.
You've got to have a couple of new wavers at your parties
these days, you know?
Open spades.
Very passe'.
Oh, look, there's, um-- there's Howard.
Howard Goldman.
Do you know Howie?
Yeah.
Tight and emotional over the pens.
I've been here for a couple of weeks, doing this--
Can I--
Listen, I've talked to this group of people.
They don't know shit, do you understand what I mean?
Ah!
Tell me, if I call you at the office--
That's-- that's great.
When?
Darling, I've got to go.
If I call you 12:01-- it's desperately important.
Yeah.
They just-- nobody gives any help.
OK.
I can-- count on--
Used to be the best columnist in Britain,
when he wasn't flogging himself as the final prose
in captivity.
Right, darling. You all right?
Oh, yes. Thank you.
Good. Good.
You know, Jeremy.
Oh, you're looking so good this evening.
Do it again.
Hello, Winston.
How do you like the people of NW1?
Well, Mr. Gordon was just asking me the same thing.
Do you mind if I help myself? - Help yourself.
Do, yes. - Thanks.
I was particularly looking forward to seeing you, Melinda.
Well, thank you, Winston.
Now, why would that be?
Read your piece this morning.
Made quite an impression. - Oh, yeah?
Mhm.
Well, tell me how you liked it.
Come on. Come on.
Keep talking.
And don't forget, this is my editor listening.
All right.
Can't remember when I read such cheap shot bullshit.
Oh, thank you.
That's very kind of you.
You're welcome.
I mean, uh-- the hack from the local Gazette
did a better job than her.
And she was there.
Would you mind explaining what--
Shut up.
Shut up?
OK.
What did you write? A raid?
People getting beaten up?
Naw.
Just a lot of purple prose.
Look, what happened was there was
a shakedown in a shady nightclub,
and a very heroic black detective
captured the double murderer.
That's what happened, that's what I wrote.
That's my job.
So what's your problem here?
Look, if you can't do your job any better than that,
I suggest that you stick to reviewing films.
Oh.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Real life needs better legwork.
Mr. [inaudible],, you asked me what I thought of it all.
I did, yes.
I think you know a lot of stupid people.
- Oh. - Excuse me?
Winston?
Would you care to do a short dissertation, perhaps,
on the finer points of journalism
in, say, I don't know-- the last century, or so?
It'd be fascinating, don't you think?
You know, you're really a pompous son of a bitch,
you know that?
You are.
See, you need me a lot more than I need you.
Because if I don't write about you, then none of these people
here will know who you are, or what you've done.
And that would be such a pity.
Don't you think?
Excuse me.
You know, you're damn lucky I made you look so good.
Because really-- really, what you are is--
well, how should I put it?
An egomaniacal asshole.
Cheers.
[music playing]
[warbling]
[whistle]
Come on, man.
Come on.
I'm a reasonable sort of guy who-- you know,
I'm not asking a lot of money.
All I'm saying to you is I'll take her off your back, and--
It's just absolutely out of the question.
I can't afford--
Yeah, you can afford it. I know you can afford it.
Look, I'm a reasonable man.
You know?
Oh, the brother can be so clumsy at times.
Please, don't let him to do it.
Please.
Please.
Please, don't let him to do it.
[ringing]
Yeah?
RUBEN: Hi, sister.
Always thought you was night people?
Oh, hi.
What time is it?
Oh, god.
Ruben, can I talk to you in the morning?
RUBEN: Need to talk to you now, sister.
OK, brother.
So, what's going on?
RUBEN: You do Wolcott a big favor.
You make the pig look very good.
Oh.
Well, unfortunately the pig doesn't feel like I did
him any kind of favor at all.
But yeah, you're right.
I-- I made him look real good. Why?
RUBEN: That was a brother he arrested.
Oh, please.
Ruben, Cecil killed the guy.
I saw it.
RUBEN: I thought maybe I'd made the pig see my side.
Join the people.
I've got my doubts now.
Nope.
Forget it.
He's as straight as a die.
RUBEN: I want to know what he's doing around the street.
What he's trying to stir up.
He talk to you?
Wait a minute.
Um-- Ruben-- look, when you talk to me,
you're a protected source.
Remember?
And that goes for anybody who talks to me.
Anybody.
RUBEN: Don't give me that liberal plat, woman.
Around me you've got to be on our side.
Of course I'm on your side. Why?
What do you mean?
RUBEN: You don't talk to nobody about my business.
Right?
Ruben, why are you being so paranoid all of a sudden?
Are you-- are you stoned, or something?
RUBEN: I said, you don't talk about my business to nobody.
Right?
What are you doing?
Are you, uh-- are you threatening me?
RUBEN: That's what I'm doing, sister.
Look, Ruben--
Grassroots.
Voice of rasta.
I don't think it would hurt you to stay
and help me for a little while.
I am not here on my own time, Mom.
- Have you seen Cynthia lately? - Yes.
Yes, I've seen her.
I don't understand, Winston.
Why aren't you happy, boy?
You finally get to where you always wanted.
And you don't have a word to say about it.
I haven't arrived, Mom.
You know, I can't understand that kind of talk.
You sound like Dennis.
So what's wrong with Dennis, then?
He's wild.
He's wild?
Yes.
You sure?
Anyway, Mom--
Good afternoon, Sister Wolcott.
Good afternoon, Reverend.
Winston?
Helping your mother carry on the good work?
Hi, Cynthia.
Hi.
Mom, I'll see you later.
Yes?
Winston?
No one here is interested in the word of God.
Politicians and sinners, sister.
Load of animals.
Bloody drums will drive your head in a twist.
I don't know.
Kind of gets to you after a while.
Bit quiet, really.
All bloody patches like a garden suburb just recently.
It suits me, mate.
Grassroots. To you, only 10 p.
Or I can give you advice of rasta.
Three dollar back home.
Read about black brethren.
Black boys.
News about black Britain today.
Contemporary newspaper.
10 p only.
Enjoy the carnival.
Can spare 10 p?
No, sorry, sir.
We can't read.
OK, brother.
Hey, sharp.
You're looking sharp.
Hey, you want to read the latest survey on police brutality?
Dennis.
What are you doing here?
They put you on carnival duty?
I had lunch with Mom, and then I walked over, you know?
Yeah.
Yeah, you look kind of full of roast chicken and Jesus.
I'll tell you something--
that boy-- the Groves boy--
Melville.
That's right.
He, uh-- isn't going to be called
in the Rose murder trial.
[inaudible]
After all that?
After all that.
Also, they're going to let [inaudible] killing.
Just be manslaughter.
I suppose it'll save grief all around.
Yeah, yeah.
Dennis, I'm relying on you to see that Melville appreciates
the break he's getting.
All right?
He won't.
He won't.
He'll just see it as another time the police
bent things to suit themselves.
All right.
But you make him understand.
Otherwise he might end up being another Forbes.
You dig?
Anyway, uh-- that guy, Ware--
Forbes work for him?
Hey, Winston, you know, I don't tell you anything
about anybody around here.
Look, uh, I just want to know where the guy is coming from.
I know you play chess with him about once every week.
I know that you know I don't beat up kids 24 hours a day.
He's a brother.
A lot of people around here respect him.
If you ask me, I don't think he's as right on as he
wants people to think.
But don't ask me.
Deaths, Dennis. Deaths.
Aw, man.
Look, I can't help you.
I can't help you.
Tell me about Auntie Edie.
I mean, how is she?
She never changes.
She's at Kwanzaa Park now, if you want to go and see her.
Let me go, man.
Let me go.
No, man.
I only-- I only cause her pain.
Best to keep away.
You're like a second son, Dennis.
She expects a little pain.
You can't feel that way about other people's children.
You know that.
You know everything.
You're always the good brother.
Every mother's favorite son.
Anyway, I'll see you all later, right?
Don't forget [inaudible], OK?
Hey, brother.
What's going on, eh?
Where?
Well, you live in a nice house,
and I never seem to see you when I come knocking on your door.
Now, who the hell told you where I live?
Dennis?
I know a lot about you.
Where you're coming from, where you're at--
and maybe where you're going.
If you're smart.
Listen, man, they could mess you over for a long time.
You don't owe them a thing.
Spit it out.
Well, after your struggle, you should show solidarity with us.
I mean, the business is there.
Someone has to take care of it.
Yeah?
Right.
Why should it happen in Babylon?
They've got their own friends.
What friends?
Roe's got his own wicket.
Someone sees it, don't get bothered.
So why not us?
Help a brethren, help yourself.
Oh, don't brother me, ponce.
You know something?
You're worse than Roe.
At least when he robs somebody, he just robs them.
He doesn't pretend he's liberating them.
You think you'll find out anything about white people
with that Melinda whore?
You go back and study your carnival, OK?
You're a fool, man.
Worse than your [inaudible] bitch mother.
Trying to make carnival into a church picnic,
and free the peace without leaving the front pew.
Well, go.
[inaudible]
You think you'll find out anything?
Go away.
Love it, Yankee bitch.
Love the black dick!
[shouting]
So, that is the state of the play at the moment.
Forbes will be remanded until the 30th,
and then we should demand a swift trial.
All in all, quite a feather in your cap, constable.
So much so that I should think a move is in store for you.
I'm not sure I want to--
I'll be straight with you, Winston.
The official view, which I share,
is that you have been as useful as possible in the area.
Your continued presence may be counterproductive,
but since the apprehension of Forbes, things have been--
well, comparatively peaceful.
Well, that's what's so important, sir.
I-- - Please, Wolcott.
In fact, things have quieted down so much,
we're pulling out the SPG.
In order to create a spirit of give and take.
Give and take?
Sit down.
Sir-- But sir, you don't realize that if--
Sit down.
All right, constable.
That short fuse of yours has got you into trouble before,
and will probably do so again unless you
learn to keep it under control.
Don't presume to tell me my job.
Law and order.
That's what we're in the business of, Wolcott.
Keep that in mind.
With respect, sir, what shall I have him do in the meantime?
As you know, I'm not up to full complement, even with him.
Something that isn't sensitive.
Chief Inspector Berry might have a few suggestions.
Anyway, there's always enough paperwork around here
to fill anyone's day.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, it's a bit fresh, innit, sir?
It's gotta be me next motor.
I've got to have it.
A roller.
It's the only British car I don't appreciate.
You know what I mean?
Hang on. yeah.
It's for you.
Yeah?
Mr. Roe?
Yes, that's right, Mr. Roe.
It is ready for delivery.
[inaudible]?
Yeah.
My courier will be there.
Yeah.
And you.
They'll only listen to me.
I mean, I keep on trying to tell you,
the man is trying to do his duty.
I mean, he's a decent fellow.
He's a sleek son of a bitch.
My presence being counterproductive.
Yeah, well, he's got to consider everything.
Consider my ass.
Just when I'm beginning to get at things around here,
he calls me off like a dog at a sheep trail, man.
Yeah, but it's not your business to buy any trouble.
Yeah, nobody wants to disturb this cozy relationship
with Roe.
Not mine, now, constable.
Look, have a drink.
Inspector, Roe's got somebody in his pocket.
If it's not Cosgrave, Cosgrave knows about it,
or he's a bigger fool than he looks.
Careful now, constable.
You're talking about governors.
And what about you, inspector?
You weren't too bothered about Roe smashing people
up the other night.
Tut tut was all you said.
Winston?
I need to talk to you.
I got some information last night
that I'd like to pass along to you by way of mending fences.
I've had a long, hard day.
What have you had?
I had a drink last night with a man called Billy Tovy.
Tovy?
What, the old dock union guy? - That's right.
The red peril of 1966.
He's retired now, but you know, he keeps
in touch with what's going on.
Mm.
When's the revolution?
Uh-- next Tuesday, half an hour after closing time.
Look, are you going to let me in, or what?
Anyway, Billy told me he ran into this old friend of his who
runs a string of green groceries.
He's been paying off the Roe family for 13 years now.
Now, guess what he found out 10 days ago?
He's got a new insurance company.
You got it, baby.
And he's not the only one.
No, no, no. Wait.
That's only half the punchline.
They'd have had to fix up something new,
or there would be a full scale war going on right now.
Anyway, your friend, Ware--
Oh, please.
Give me a break.
Your friend Ware as much as told me that he
and Roe had called pacts.
Also, that Roe has at least one friend on the division.
Hm.
I've just been arguing about that tonight.
That happens to be the other half of the story, Winston.
See, later on last night, Billy took me
down to the place where Roe hangs out
and takes care of business.
Guess who was there, all buddy buddy with Roe,
and shooting pool like Fast Eddie?
Huh?
Your friend, Bonham.
Doesn't have to mean much.
Regional crime squad.
He could have-- keeping an eye on Roe.
Oh, please.
Look, I might be stupid, but I think
I can tell the difference between surveillance
and for he's a jolly good fellow.
Might be something.
OK, um--
I'm not Lois Lane.
That's-- that's clear.
Uh-- you know, you're a really difficult man to help.
You know that?
Um-- OK, look, Winston--
maybe you were right about that thousand island article.
You know, maybe I--
I just got a little lazy.
Try harder next time.
Shit.
We're talking about my job here.
Would you give me a break, please?
Do you-- do you know that I--
do you know what it cost me to--
to wait outside there for you for half an hour?
Look, Winston, I've changed my mind about a few things, OK?
I'm willing to help you.
Did you hear that?
I help you.
A cop.
Now, that's crazy, right?
But you gotta give me something back.
See, the only way I can help you is with my work.
And-- I need a little respect for my work here.
Your work?
Now, what in the hell do I care about your work, girl?
That's the problem.
It's just an excuse to get off on niggers.
Cops.
Gangsters.
It's all black meat to you.
Yeah.
Yes, that's it.
You really just hit it right on the head there.
You're right, you know?
The only reason I've been doing all this
is to find me some good black stud.
That's-- that's really what all white chicks really want,
you know?
Well, that's what it feels like tonight!
Yeah, you're right.
You know, the whole thing is just a game.
We just want that black meat.
You know, you really are just a pig.
You're really just a stupid pig.
I feel really sorry for you.
I gotta go.
I said I'm leaving. God dammit!
Let go of me!
Let go!
God dammit!
What are you gonna try to do, stud?
You gonna try to rape me, huh?
It's all right.
It's OK.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I-- I didn't mean to hurt you.
It's all right.
So-- how's Mr. Aziz?
This is a bit out of the ordinary, inspector.
10 minutes.
Oh, don't you worry, son.
I won't even take five.
Well, Arthur--
Back home again, huh?
Why don't you leave a man alone?
You ain't got nothing to do with this case.
Yeah, well, I--
I've been reading up the reports, you know?
And somehow or other, the thing doesn't seem to gel.
Leave me alone, Mr. Gilligan.
I'll have enough bad dreams without you help.
Aw, come on now, Arthur.
You used to be Terry Roe's little boy, huh?
What are you doing with [inaudible]??
And what was the transfer fee?
Aw, come on, come on, come on.
Out.
All right.
Be like that.
Be a tick.
But I have an idea that you were fitted up for the business,
huh?
And if I can find out for sure, well, it's not
going to be bad for you, is it?
Fitted up?
How?
Well, you tell me.
Who doesn't like our little Arthur, huh?
Terry, huh?
Or-- are you just the monkey in the middle?
Think about it, Arthur.
And I'll think about it, and--
maybe we can talk about it later, huh?
We're finished.
It's Charlie here, Burt.
Sorry to keep you, Charlie, but it's the worst
time of the day for me. [inaudible]
That's all right, Burt.
How are things?
Smashing, sir.
Smashing.
That's 6,400-odd there, Burt.
And here's two and a half.
That's all over the counter readies.
I'll have the rest in two lots.
Same time next week, and a fortnight Saturday.
Lovely.
Hey-- happy bar mitzvah, son.
Today you're a man.
Where is he, constable?
Good day, sir.
Right.
The medicals are on their way.
I'll be having a look.
He didn't--
I can't believe that.
Morris was no junkie.
He was--
Constable?
Junkies.
Stupid bloody junkies.
His mother says he wasn't.
Well, she would, wouldn't she?
Leave it, Wolcott.
You're supposed to be taking a backseat right now.
Don't you give orders you can't make stick, constable.
How long was he a druggie, then?
He was not.
I mean, I don't know what these [inaudible] get up [inaudible]..
But my Morris was no junkie.
Aw, come on, Mrs. Hans.
He only had one needle mark that I could see, constable.
Huh?
I can't swear to it, but I think he only shot up once.
And that was once too often.
No.
Oi.
Oi.
You out there, then?
What happened, then?
Ever seen a dead person, son?
Yeah.
Well, I mean--
Well, there's a dead boy up there.
Friend of yours, I think, Melville?
Morris Hans.
Somebody sold him some heroin, he tried to use it,
and now he's dead.
None of you would know anybody around here who could
sell me some heroin, would you?
No.
No.
No, sir.
None.
You?
No, you wouldn't.
And even if you did, you wouldn't tell a policeman.
Grassing somebody to a copper?
Naw, not you, lads.
You?
You?
What about you, Melville?
I wouldn't tell a pig nothing.
Pig?
Yeah, that's me.
None of you for two seconds think that what I do
has to be done.
And why should you?
Well, there's a dead boy up there,
and the man who sold him the stuff that killed him probably
wasn't much different to what he was.
But he was different enough to make my job necessary!
Listen.
Now, listen-- listen.
Now, come on, listen.
What do you-- what do you call a boomerang that don't come back?
A stick.
Here's another one.
These two vegetables, right?
All right.
All right.
Now listen-- listen-- now, come on.
Listen.
Right, I'll see you tomorrow.
See you later.
What are you going?
No, he wanted to walk.
Yeah, I know.
I think I'll take a stroll.
Stroll.
Stroll's what I said, innit right?
No, stroll.
It's all the same to me.
I wouldn't ride with you, anyway.
You'll lose your brief you drive in that condition.
Aw, bollocks.
Don't [inaudible].
See you tomorrow, all right?
God willing.
Goodnight.
Night night.
It's impossible, though.
[inaudible]
Aw, come off it, god's sake.
It's just in--
[shouting]
You make another noise like that, and I'll break your arm.
What's all this about, Sambo?
What?
Now, you can forget about the Sambo pitch.
You're about to help me with my inquiries, OK?
Get off your stupid [inaudible]..
Honestly, it's gonna get you nothing.
I told you about your language before.
Now, what's all these brand new friendships of yours?
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about Ruben Ware.
Who?
Ware, you idiot.
I was down near the thousand islands the night
his goon punctured yours.
Remember?
I don't know what you're talking about
All right, what about Charlie Bonham, then?
Is he the bill you keep bragging that you've got in your pocket?
Huh?
I don't know!
Do better.
Come on.
What are you talking about?
I can't look at every stupid bill that comes to call.
I've been hearing tales.
Tales about people, eh?
Get this bloody nigger off me!
Help!
Help!
Oi!
You'd better stop that bloody row!
I've phoned the police already.
Here.
You bleeding nig nog.
I hope they do you good and proper.
Coming over here.
You know who did this?
That coon of yours.
He's a bleeding--
What, Wolcott?
He's been warned off.
I've had the word.
Paperwork and all in the CLO's end.
Well, someone ought to send him a memo.
He's acting just like a cop at the moment.
Well, even if he is, Terry, what do
you expect me to do about it?
Smack his body?
I'm recommending something.
He's onto you, and all.
Onto me?
Too right.
That's what all this pressure was about.
He reckons I've done a deal with that other nigger, which ain't
too far out for the moment.
He's got us connected, too.
How's he do that?
You haven't been mouthing off, have you, Terry?
Of course I haven't.
But I mean, you've been round, and--
well, there it is.
So what are you going to do about it?
Nothing.
I'm going to do nothing.
But I'll tell you what you're going to do.
You're going to get out of your brief,
and put in a formal complaint for assault by a police offcer?
Me?
And don't take those bandages off until after you've done it.
The coon's already in stock.
This will pull him off for the rest of the match.
Do it.
Believe me.
Well, it's such a stupid thing to do.
And for no reason.
That's what escapes me.
Why
Seemed to me to be the only way to find out why Roe has
some of the friends he does.
You had to peek into a pub to find that out?
I wouldn't say that I didn't touch him,
but the real rough stuff only started when
those other idiots arrived.
All right.
Leave that for the moment.
These friends of his--
who, for instance?
For instance, Reuben worry.
Now, what the hell does he and Roe have in common,
apart from the fact that they divide this area between them
like a pack of cards?
Now look, Winston--
And For another instance, Inspector--
you.
How do you come to be in full, plain terms with Terry Roe.
Answer that.
Bonham?
What they hell has it got to do with you?
I thought you appreciated the fact
that I'm about the only person round
who don't treat you like a--
As it happens, Terry Roe is the key to the bookie business.
I didn't know about that, Charlie.
Mhm.
But I can tell you now that I've
had quite an eye on this Terry Roe fella for a long time.
And I thought I was getting some kind of a case against him
until this morning.
When he came in here, surrounded by a string of solicitors,
with his arm in a sling, and his nose
wrapped round his left ear.
Perhaps I'm supposed to know that because I'm
a blasted clairvoyant.
That's enough.
You won't tell because it was felt that your presence
that served its main purpose.
And you should remain in the background.
Chief Superintendent, your confidence is misplaced.
Constable Wolcott, as of this moment,
you are suspended on full pay.
Give me your warrant card.
There'll be an inquiry into the Roe complaint.
When we get through with that--
well, we'll just have to see what happens.
Meanwhile, I direct you not to get involved with anyone
even remotely concerned with this business.
Am I understood, Wolcott?
What's yours?
[inaudible] and a bottle of Guinness.
How much?
That'll be 1 pound, 17.
Hey, bro.
Have a check at the 245 at Pontefract.
I've got them marked down there, man.
Right.
Nope.
Thanks.
Hey, bro?
You're leaving your paper.
You can keep it, man.
Thanks.
Another, please.
Don't think you've had enough already?
Going down!
What?
[laughter]
[inaudible].
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