"You want me to go around, asking local Africans about ritual killing?" "Well, it's better coming from you, Moses." "They're your people." "My people?" "I'm from Shepherd's Bush." "Have you ever seen this man before?" "No, this is nobody I know." "The police came to see me about your Uncle Gerald." "Oh no, was he drinking?" "Thank you for lending us the car." "Matthias says he would not forget your kindness." "You are out of your depth." "Whatever you are mixed up in, unmix it, eh?" "Gerald's." "So this is where you, er, work?" "Have you been following me?" "Found this." "Er, it belonged to your Uncle Gerald." "Do you know who butchered him yet?" "Do you have that name for me yet?" "You do not need your Uncle Gerald now." "Whatever happens, you come to me and I will be your uncle." "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they are the children of God." "Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy!" "You think I'm going to stand around and do nothing like everybody else?" "Huh?" "You think this is the way to make peace?" "The only way to make peace is to make war first." "This programme contains strong language." "I've been hauled off this huge case that I've been on for two years." "The hierarchy seem to think I've got some sort of special insight, and Mum, I haven't got the vaguest idea where to start." "Huh." "I don't know how I can help you." "I'm a Londoner now." "I'm practically a Cockney!" "Why did you come to London?" "You never talk about it, do you?" "Sweetheart...that was a long, long time ago." "I'd really rather not go into it." "Why?" "It's complicated." "Nobody understood then and they won't understand now." "Why didn't they understand?" "People always have an opinion...never an understanding." "Eh!" "Are you hungry?" "I'm starving." "I have some nice sim-sim cookies and coconut candy in my bag." "Your favourite, baby!" "Mum, what would I do without you?" "Mmm." "Hello?" "What?" "Gerald Okoya was an outpatient at Charing Cross psychiatric ward." "He was arrested twice for affray." "No details, no charges, no arresting officer, no medical records from the police doctor, no fixed abode." "As if he never existed." "Nah, he existed...he was just invisible." "Nobody could see him cos nobody wanted to see him." "Did anybody visit Selwyn after we did?" "No-one ever visited Selwyn." "That was part of the problem, if you ask me." "What's your security like?" "Well, we've no trouble keeping them out." "It's keeping them in that's difficult." "He told us Gerald had been abducted and ironed." "Yeah, that old story." "One summer, Gerald disappeared for several days." "He reappeared, wandering around a market with his clothes all torn." "Erm..." "He claimed that he'd been abducted and ironed to get his PIN number." "Selwyn was obsessed with it." "Did he have any cards?" "He didn't have a pot to piss in." "But delusions often develop, to explain the difficult things they can't handle." "What if he didn't make it up?" "What if he really was attacked, but for a different reason?" "It's possible." "It would explain Selwyn's worries." "He talked about being visited." "He said by vampires, by demons." "His own demons, I think you'll find." "Yeah, he was very specific." "Talked about sorcerers coming in the night." "It's more reassuring to imagine that evil is the work of the supernatural." "It's only human." "Was Gerald religious?" "In his own way, yes." "He liked The Holy Innocents, not far from here." "a Catholic missionary." "That was one of his few comforts." "# Immigration, come see, oh yeah" "# Oh, yeah" "# This sickness is real" "# It's killing me inside. #" "Hey, hey, hey, hey hey!" "What are you doing here?" "Matthias wants to see you." "Well, I don't want to see him." "No, no, no, he want's to see you play, my brother." "For old time's sake." "No." "No strings attached." "No." "He misses you." "Everybody misses somebody." "Joy misses her Uncle Gerald." "What are you going to do about that?" "Just one night out on the town." "What do you say, brother?" "I say I am not your brother." "And we don't play for people like Matthias." "Matthias isn't such a bad man, you know?" "Oh, you think so, eh?" "Even if he was..." "Even bad guys need music." "Yes." "But do they deserve it?" "Matthias is living here in exile with nothing to occupy him." "He gets bored." "He worries that nobody respects him in this country." "It would be worth your while to alleviate his boredom." "What are you getting at?" "Matthias has powerful friends." "How do you think he got his papers here?" "If he were to help you with your citizenship, you could tour and make records and be number one rock star just like Tony Allen!" "Come on, my friend." "Play for him." "No." "OK." "We tried." "Let's go." "Very good!" "WOMAN:" "Solomon." "Solomon!" "Solomon, wake up!" "Matthias wants to be the big man again." "Wants everyone to love him and believe in him." "He can be very persuasive." "You should stop working for that monster." "Matthias will tell the Home Office to revoke my papers." "He would make up some problem." "You can not keep going on like this." "And what are you going to do about it?" "Write to your local MP?" "I'm sorry." "I'm only trying to help." "Sometimes I think I should just go home." "Don't say that." "Why?" "You think the same." "I know you do." "You know, sometimes I wake up in this coffin of a room, and I think I'm still asleep, and in a nightmare." "and then there are times I dream I am home, drinking out there in the sunset." "And I weep in my sleep." "I actually wake up weeping, because I know I'm only dreaming." "It's called homesickness, because it's a real sickness." "We have to make you better before it changes your personality permanently." "Don't worry, we'll think of something." "# Oh rock divine, oh refuge dear" "# A shelter in the time of storm" "# Be thou our helper ever near" "# A shelter in the time of storm" "# Mighty rock, in a weary land" "# Cooling shade on a burning sand" "# Faithful... #" "REVEREND:" "Thank you, you're welcome." "See you next week." "See you next week." "Father Bone?" "The Reverend Father, yes, you've just demoted me, but do call me Freddie." "Ah..." "I'm Moses Jones." "Aw, what an excellent name!" "I like you already." "Do you know anything about witchcraft?" "You see, when Africans were slaves, they were not allowed to hold funeral ceremonies." "After Catholic missionaries came, they offered to hold Catholic ceremonies for the dead." "After a few years, many Africans were practising a mixture of witchcraft and Catholicism." "Selwyn believed in saints as well as sorcerers." "I mean, there's no harm in it." "But you try explaining that to the authorities." "What about Gerald?" "Did you know Gerald?" "Yeah!" "He used to come by from time to time." "For soup." "Well, nobody else was gonna feed him." "It used to be the police were the new social workers." "Now it's the Imams and the clergy." "Can you think of anyone who'd wanna hurt him?" "Well, he got out of Kampala in the '80s, when Milton Obote was president." "People who came here were seen as dissidents, and severely punished if they tried to return." "Nobody believed him, poor fellow." "He had a rough life, it seems." "Thank you." "My pleasure." "Well...when you stir religion into the pot, it inevitably exacerbates things." "For most people, the only thing worse than a nutcase is a religious nutcase." "Why do you think he was murdered?" "He was alone in the world." "No family, no friends." "It's a bit of a downward spiral sometimes." "He did have family." "He had a niece." "Really?" "I didn't know that." "Selwyn was his friend." "Why should I know all this?" "I'm not his case officer." "Well, sorry for taking up all your time." "Can we call in on you again?" "No trouble at all, my dear fellow." "No trouble at all." "Any time you like." "God bless you both." "Mate, he wasn't even surprised." "Black men, disappearing from his soup kitchen and dying a violent death." "Why wasn't he shocked?" "Selwyn and Gerald didn't belong." "They were vulnerable." "Why don't they belong, Dan?" "Some people just don't." "They should go back to where they came from?" "Nah, I'm just saying." "What ARE you saying Twentyman?" "I'm saying there are complicated people." "Some people just ARE." "You're saying you don't understand them, so they don't belong." "Don't put words in my mouth." "I'm saying I don't understand, and as a side issue, it sounds like they didn't fit in very well." "Fit into what?" "!" "Look around, Dan." "Where do you think you are?" "Coronation Street?" "Mate, they fit in better than we do." "(MOBILE RINGS)" "Hello." "No, no, no, Matthias." "No, not Matthew, Matthias." "Mutukula, ah-ha." "Yeah, that must be the one." "Halle-bloody-lujah!" "Thank you!" "Thank you so much!" "West End Central have been through the crime sheets every day since the murder." "There was an incident in a public toilet in Piccadilly Circus." "Now, what you on about?" "Seems like someone gave Matthias his P45." "It's what we call a Eureka moment, Moses!" "Ladies and gentlemen, hi, my name is Roger Dankworth." "I'm your local MP." "Well, here we all are, filled with...with hope and optimism." "Today is the day that the struggle ends." "Well, years...years of struggle for some of you." "Now is the moment that you become citizens." "It is the moment you finally get to say, "I belong."" "So, er, now I'm going to ask you to say an oath of allegience to the Queen, in the understanding that she, in turn, offers her allegience, her support, her wisdom and her compassion in your new home " "a home for the rest of your life and your children's lives..." "It feels good, doesn't it?" "Feels great." "I love this bit - the orange squash and the cheese." "Who needs champagne?" "Thank you." "Squash is such a democratic drink, I find." "When I was in the, er, the Foreign Office in Kampala," "I developed a penchant for mango and Afrobeat which I've never quite shaken." "Congratulations." "Thank you." "Roger, hello!" "Ah!" "Have you a moment?" "Matthias, this is a pleasant surprise." "You're normally so reclusive." "It was an excellent speech." "You'll make a fine Foreign Minister." "Oh, well, steady on!" "Let's learn to walk before we can run!" "Promise to make foreign policy a priority before the British people become public enemy number one all over the world." "How's business?" "Business!" "In the West, you call everything "business"." "I like that." "But, er, seriously, my days as a public servant are over now." "I have other interests now." "Well, good for you." "Good for you." "Join me for dinner, Roger." "I'll tell you all about it." "Maybe some other time." "My, er..." "My constituency awaits." "What do you want, Matthias?" "I want to be friends, Roger." "Please let go of my hand." "Hi." "Congratulations." "Hey..." "What is the use of being here if I'm reduced to cleaning toilets and hanging out in brothels?" "What is the use of a passport and status if I'm ignored by my fellow politicians, virtually blacklisted...?" "Not everybody wants to escape their past." "It's ridiculous!" "Mr Mahoney?" "Oh, right." "About bloody time." "Who's this" " Blackbelt Jones?" "Er, Moses Jones, actually." "Get out of it!" " All right, Mick?" " How you going, all right?" "So tell us about the men who attacked you." "Well, look, we weren't exactly introduced." "What about the man who worked for you, Matthias Mutukula?" "What was he like?" "Bunch of bleeding head-shrinkers, that." "Nothing but troublemakers, the lot of 'em." "They come in, they start effing and blinding and throwing their weight around." "Who does he think he is, Haile Selassie?" "Haile Selassie was Ethiopian." "I don't care if he's a Klingon." "He's in my bad books." "Did he ever talk about his past?" "Well, I know he used to go up the Bayswater Road, you know, with all the ragheads." "Got a thing for a knocking shop up that way." "full of the old Arabs and black birds." "Chinkies, wogs..." "WOMAN:" "Egg and chips!" "...wops, spics, Micks, Eyeties, Pakis... tall birds, short birds, thin birds, thick birds, chicks with dicks, kiwis, Aborigines - you bloody name 'em." "I think you've probably named them all." "I don't think you left any out." "All different varieties of darkie birds." "Dusky eastern pussy coming out your earholes." "Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against darkie birds... bolshie." "What exactly is a "darkie bird", Mahoney?" "You know, exotic." "It sounds exotic." "Muslims," "Jews, Buddhists." "Two of every kind - it's like bleeding' Noah's Ark." "Is this actually going anywhere?" "Yeah, I'm saying, that's what he's up to." "Where does he live?" "Have you got an address?" "Yeah, I've got his P45 here." "He buggered off before I could give him the bullet." "You ever heard of a man called Gerald Okoya?" "No, who is he?" "Is he one of your mob?" "Well, look..." "Anyway, back to me and my problems..." "Just watch it, Mahoney." "Oi, listen, mate." "I was seriously assaulted back there." "Do you want me to help you or not?" "You're not helping me." "You're winding me up." "I'm like a coiled spring around you." "What is it, mid-morning?" "I'm wound up." "I'm ready to ping." "You see...this is why I will never do business with blacks." "Never do business with blacks." "Always a problem with blacks." "Always a problem." "Come on, then, Adolf - tell us about your knocking shop." "It's called Regina's." "Regina's vaginas - what else?" "More pussy than you could poke a stick at." "Oi..." "You're a real charmer." "Anyone ever tell you that?" "Oi, what about my egg?" "Who's paying for my egg?" "Matthias Mutukula, open this door." "No, no, no!" "They knew we were coming!" "Who tipped him off?" "Maybe he reads their minds." "Maybe he really is a phantom." "I mean, maybe...maybe it's witchcraft, you know - sorcerers and demons and Muti and Fela Kuti and all that argy-bargy, know what I'm saying?" "Shut up, Dan!" "You're not helping." "Going mad!" "Who is this guy?" "!" "Muti!" "Hello, you." "Couldn't stay away?" "Where's Tweedledee?" "Er, I'm looking for Joy." "That's what they all say." "Er, Joyce, if it's not too much trouble." "She's not here." " Thank you!" " All right, darling?" "What do you want?" "I want to talk some more." "What do you want to talk about?" "Can we go somewhere a bit more private?" "That's what usually happens." "No, I mean just..." "You know." "To talk, yes, I think I just about got that straight." "Nothing more." "I'm sorry." "I'm busy." "Well, you don't look busy." "I make it look easy." "If I looked like I'd just got out of bed, no-one would pay me." "Well, I could come back with a search warrant." "I know Matthias Mutukula has been here." "Yeah, I know the name." "I know a lot more than you think." "Why would you lie to me?" "Is he your boss?" "Customer?" "Both?" "Why are you so afraid of this man?" "Why is everyone so afraid?" "Only a man who has never been afraid would ask such a question." "Joy, there are people who protect him because that is their job." "That's how they pay the mortgage." "Then there are people like you who don't have a choice." "Which bit of that do you think is fair?" "I want to help you." "Come with me." "Let me show you something." "What is it?" "The office." "Everybody uses it." "Matthias?" "Yeah?" "Is it locked?" "Open it." "Open it." "Why's it locked?" "They keep the money in there." "Now, they keep all the footage of the security cameras." "They keep them and wipe them after a few months." "But there's footage of everyone who works here." "You got a key for this one too?" "No." "Moses, come on, you have to go." "Moses!" "Look." "Look at this." "Where is this place?" "Who's this with Frank Costello?" "Who's that?" "Leave it." "Don't touch anything." "But you know about it." "We have to go." "Hold my hand." "Huh?" "Hold my hand, we're being filmed now." "There are cameras in reception and upstairs." "They already know who you are and they know you've been hanging around." "They think you've become my client." "Fabulous." "Have they got sound?" "Just pictures." "We must make it look realistic." "Realistic?" "You don't mess about." "Fear makes me resourceful." "Come in here." "Empty your pockets." "Take off your coat." "Why do they want a local paper?" "Shh." "Sit on the bed." "What's Frank Costello got to do with all this?" "Huh?" "I know there's a connection." "Just...tell me." "Frank Costello, Matthias, the men from the cab office, they part of all this?" "You'll find everything you need in the office." "Security tapes from all the cameras." "They film everything." "OK." "There'll be footage of my Uncle Gerald." "Being thrown out." "Being roughed up." "More, even." "Being roughed up?" "Maybe, yes." "For f..." "Why didn't you tell me this before?" "And be strung up like a side of beef like poor Joseph?" "I shouldn't have told you any of this." "When they see you on the film, they'll do to me exactly what they did to him." "Well...they won't see the film if I can raid that office." "You'd better move fast." "WPC:" "Entering the building." "What?" "No." "No!" "No!" "I can't bear it!" "Your friend Joy has some explaining to do." "It's not her fault and she's not my friend." "I've seen the way you look at her, mate, like a fox in a hen house." "What, you think I've never seen a woman in her knickers before?" "You're older than me." "I understand, you have urges you can't fulfil." "What?" "!" "What are you saying?" "I'm saying she's an extremely sexy woman." "I don't know if you're aware of it." "No." "I'm not aware of it, Dan." "I'm blind to it, it's my job." "She tipped them off." "How do you know she tells you the truth?" "How do you know she doesn't?" "What's your assumption?" "They'll have packed their bags and flown to Timbuktu by now, the whole lot of them." "Oh, really, Dan?" "And where exactly is Timbuktu?" "Do you actually know?" "Piss off." "No..." "Where's Timbuktu, Dan?" "Let's go there, sounds fun." "Don't be an arsehole." "You calling me an arsehole?" "Well, if you talk like an arsehole... and you act like an arsehole, then, let's face it, you're an arsehole." "Take a look in the mirror." "I caught this case, I found the body," "I deal with it every day, but you have the monopoly on feeling a failure." "What, you think you're the only cop who's made to eat...?" "Shit." "What you have to remember is Matthias Mutukula was a statesman." "He was invited to make this country his home." "You're opening a jumbo-sized can of worms." "And Frank Costello is a very popular sporting figure." "I mean, he's well-liked." "He's virtually establishment." "I know." "Pillar of the community, Lonsdale belt, charity work." "Yeah, he's a CBE." "I know." "BBC." "ITV." "Fulham Rotary." "And Gerald Okoya was a migrant with a drink problem." "I get the picture." "Costello will have lawyers from arsehole to breakfast time." "You so much as breathe on him and he will sue." "All the evidence in this case points to a ritual killing." "Oh, no." "The big bad Africans and their voodoo again." "Sir, with all due respect, it's not a ritual killing." "There's nothing to suggest that." "We do need to move on." "Why the hell would Costello get himself mixed up in something like this?" "Well, when I find him, I'll ask him." "This is all circumstantial." "You have testimonies from various people with axes to grind." "I'm sorry to point this out, but you find me some hard physical evidence and I might just think about it." "Absolutely, sir." "Good advice, sir." "Thank you...sir." "Don't mention it." ""Yes, sir." "Thank you, sir."" "You're such an arse-lick, Twentyman." "An arse-lick?" "Just don't kiss his arse." "Don't encourage him." "Well, maybe he's right." "Maybe we're making inferences here." "Oh, oh, the African thing." "Well, he's using that as a stick to beat me with." "He knows it's the biggest and best stick there is... he knows it's gonna hurt and it does." "I'm not in the mood." "I just wish you'd let me handle things sometimes, that's all." "You're so two-faced." "Two-faced?" "You see, this is what I've noticed you do, yeah." "When you're with me... you've got rhythm." "You're the soul of empathy." "You're a brother-lover." "Yeah, but when you're with the rest of the Freemasonry, you're the candy-coloured clown they call Sandman and I'm your surly side-kick Coco." "Freemasonry?" "Yeah, well, it wouldn't surprise me." "No, mate." "I'm too young." "Your sort are coming back, Young Conservatives." "Just because I'm not some hand-wringing, bed-wetting self-hating, brown-nosing liberal, it doesn't make me your own private bigot, Moses." "What does that mean?" "I don't know what it means." "I just think you have a tendency to take some things very personally sometimes." "Oh, shut up, Dan." "You don't know what you're talking about." "I can't do anything right." "Are you comin'?" "We're closed." "Hello(?" ") Have you got somewhere we can talk?" "What do you want?" "A discount?" "Er...do you recognise this?" "No." "I don't." "It's nothing to do with me." "You don't know these men?" "No, I've never met them." "No." "Are you sure about that?" "Absolutely." "Yeah." "No." "But you're standing right next to 'em!" "Yeah, all right." "Don't jump down my throat." "I've had a busy day." "Look, why am I doing this?" "Where's the bloody kitchen hand?" "Do you know this man?" "He comes in from time to time." "Yeah?" "And was he here with these men?" "Look, I don't know every customer I see with a face full of curry." "Excuse me, please." "So you've never seen them before?" "Can you look at the picture, please?" "You don't know these men?" "No." "I don't think so." "Just look..." "Frank Costello." "Famous celebrity person." "Front page of the local paper." "You can't have forgotten." "OK, what about this man?" "His name's Matthias Mutukula." "You know that name?" "Doesn't ring any bells." "We need to speak to these people in connection with a murder enquiry." "If you know something, you cannot afford to be quiet about it." "Well, I don't." "OK..." "I don't know anything." "No." "OK, can you just listen to me?" "Just...just listen." "I don't want you to be upset." "I don't want you to be afraid." "I don't want you to be worried." "I want you to feel like you can talk to me and I can talk to you just like normal people." "Yeah?" "Nothing will happen to you, I promise you." "We wouldn't be asking this of you if we thought we were putting you in any danger." "D'you know this man?" "No." "No." "But you know Joe." "Yeah?" "Joe." "Joe." "Joseph, the guy who comes in from time to time." "You know him, and he knows him." "So who invited Joe?" "He was driving." "He...he drove Frank Costello here." "It was just for publicity." "Yeah?" "And what about the others?" "Costello brought Matthias Mutukula." "There was nothing I could do about it." "I asked them to leave." "OK." "Good." "Thank you." "Yeah." "We'll get out of your way." "Wait." "Look, all right, all right." "Let me just explain." "When I was a child, my...my family lived in Kampala." "Matthias Mutukula was a..." "a young soldier." "My father had a shop." "Mutukula came with his soldiers and they beat my father and... and Mutukula said, "This shop is ours now,"" "and he handed it over to his friends in the army." "And he didn't know how to get stock, they couldn't make it work." "They ran the place into the ground." "And...and then the government tells all Asians to leave, "Leave the country, go."" "And then I learn that this man is living here." "And he eats here, in my restaurant." "I wanted to strangle him." "Who else came to the party?" "Oh, local dignitaries, doctors, dentists, somebody from weights and measures... and about half a dozen Sudanese whores." "Who invites whores to a restaurant opening?" "Who do you think?" "Well, Matthias Mutukula's disappeared." "Nobody knows where." "Nobody wants to know." "Why do you suppose that is?" "Any ideas?" "Nobody will put up with him." "Who invited Frank Costello?" "Well, he's got a CBE." "He invited himself." "Was it you?" "The PR company invited him." "I had PR for the launch." "Don't look at me like that." "Do you think I'm running a corner shop here with Granny and Grandpa out the back unpacking tins?" "I'm a businesswoman." " Nice kind of food this is!" " Yes?" "Yeah, I am waiting for this." "It's time for party!" "Bring me to the party!" "It's good in here!" "Let's go." "Let's go and party!" "Lita, come talk to me." "I am lonely tonight." "And I'm feeling like I cannot trust a soul in the world." "Hello, Peter." "You're looking very pleased with yourself tonight." "And you look like a beautiful Arab Princess." "I'm from Sao Paulo." "I'm a student." "Oh, don't spoil it for me, Lita." "I've had a very difficult time lately, and I...would benefit from some Arabic tenderness." "Show him some Islamic hospitality, baby." "I'm a strict Catholic." "It is a wicked deception." "Then confess and you will be forgiven." "I confess." "You're very quiet tonight." "It is a terrible tragedy." "Yes, it was a terrible shock." "You must be very surprised." "Surprised?" "No, actually, not really." "The police seem very confused." "We are all very confused." "It is a giant mystery." "Would you like to go upstairs?" "Not really, not tonight." "OK." "I understand." "Have you got the door split?" "I'll get it for you." "O-ho!" "Hey, Joycie!" "Peter, shh." "Ah." "Big piles of cash now." "We are doing so well we should register for VAT." "What do you want?" "I've come to ask for your help." "I wish you people would leave me alone." "I haven't been to Kampala in 20 years." "I went to a comprehensive in Acton." "Look, I have one favour to ask and then I'll leave." "Come in." "Look, the police raided Regina's but Peter and Paul knew it was coming." "They are unstoppable now." "Look, I know Joseph had something to do with my Uncle Gerald's death but he is too frightened to talk to me." "He won't talk to Solomon either." "I need you to find out what he knows." "I don't think he knows anything." "I need to know why this happened!" "I need to know." "I need a reason." "OK, OK." "Calm down." "Joseph knows." "Why won't he talk to the police?" "You both have passports." "You can help." "If I stick my neck out for you, they'll come after me next." "Well, you have to try." "You have to do something." "I have nowhere else to turn to." "I'm begging you." "Don't." "But you understand." "I don't." "I have enough trouble understanding my own life." "What did you do when it happened to you?" "What did you do when Matthias and his men turned your life upside down?" "You understand, and I know you do." "I know you do." "You know how it feels." "You know." "Are you my nigger?" "Hey, Joe." "Are you my nigger?" "Huh?" "Are you my nigger?" "No." "You know what I am saying?" "Are you my nigger?" "No." "I'm not anybody's...nigger." "OK for me to say that?" "To call you my nigger?" "No, it most certainly isn't." "I can't say that?" "No." "It's a bit like saying..." ""Are you my Paki?"" ""Are you my Jew?" "Are you my honky?"" "Are you my bitch?" "No, I am not your bitch." "What's wrong with you?" "Just being friendly." "Ohh..." "Mind the phones a sec." "How do I know you're not involved?" "Mmm?" "How do I know you weren't the driver?" "Because I told you." "Did you drive Gerald somewhere?" "Why is it you don't believe me?" "Because Joy's a mess." "Convince me." "Convince me you care about your friends." "You can't afford to be evasive about this." "You told me to keep my mouth shut." "Not with me!" "With me you have to be truthful." "With Joy, with your friends, you tell the truth." "You show loyalty." "You don't understand the dilemma I'm in." "If you know anything... that'll put those people away where they belong, then you know what you have to do." "Dolly, you said the police wouldn't help." "Well, I changed my mind." "You said the police wouldn't protect me." "If we just give in to these people and keep quiet then nothing will ever change." "Why'd you set fire to the car?" "Cos you know what this means, mate." "It implies you're an accessory, Joe." "It implies you know who killed Gerald." "No, no, no." "And that you helped them do it." "I didn't." "OK, OK, OK." "I set fire to the car but that's honestly all I did." "You gave 'em your car, right?" "No, no, no." "I lent them my car but that's honestly all I did." "Oh, you lent them your car and helped them find Gerald." "Am I right?" "Yeah, OK, OK, I told them where to find Gerald but that's honestly all I did." "Listen, you need to tell us where to find these people." "Where can we find them?" "Who are they?" "You know, all that shit." "What more do you know, Joe?" "I don't know nothing." "I swear on my eyes." "We found some items in the boot of the car." "This is the corner of a suitcase or a travelling trunk of some sort." "It's an exact match with the trunk Gerald Okoya was found in." "Nice." "And this is a chip of paint." "The paint we took from the brothel is the same as the paint on the trunk." "It must have been knocked against a wall, scraping off the paint onto the metal." "The trunk was heavy, with Okoya inside, difficult to handle." "There's your primary evidence." "It's time we went a few rounds with Frankie boy." "Catherwood is going to have a shit fit." "Well, he wanted hard evidence." "He's going to turn on you like a dog with rabies." "Yeah?" "Bow-wow." "Frank Costello." "Yeah?" "I'm your biggest fan." "Yeah?" "Hello, son." "You're a boxing legend, mate." "Well, that's nice of you to realise." "Fuck me sideways." "He was found in a trunk in the river." "Fuck me rigid." "He worked for a local cab company." "I believe you used this cab company once or twice." "Yeah, I vaguely remember, yeah." "It's a photo opportunity." "Plus a few quid in the bin." "Did you always have the same driver?" "Nah." "Nah, I used various." "Good geezers." "Nice people." "Remember this?" "Is there any chance one of these boys could have driven you in his cab?" "Don't ring a bell." "Have another look." "Do you recognise any of 'em?" "You don't actually get introduced, you know." "A car comes to my door, I sit in the back." "I don't pay much attention." "When you're on TV, you don't have your own driver?" "Nah." "No, I like to come and go as I please, you know what I mean?" "I mean, a proper driver's all right if it's official business but..." "I'm not always on business, you know what I mean?" "Social calls." "Absolutely." "And I don't want some poor bloke sitting outside like a bleedin' Labrador." "It ain't right." "Take another look." "You don't know who this is?" "I have no idea." "You never met him." "No." "Look, I don't know every Ugandan in London." "How do you know he's from Uganda?" "I didn't say that." "Sorry, you lost me, pal." "How do you know where he's from?" "I never told you that." "I won the Commonwealth title." "I fought half a dozen of the fuckers." "I know a Ugandan when I see one." "Now, are we all done, gents?" "Oh, just one more thing." "Have you heard of a place called Regina's Spa and Massage?" "It's in Queensway." "Never heard of it." "A thin veneer of bullshit and lies which only somebody famous and mildly brain-damaged would even attempt to get away with." "I liked him." "Like a sort of groovy uncle who's really good at fighting." "Oh, yeah." "Muhammad Ali, he had a rattle round the ropes with Antonio Inoki, who was sumo champion over in Tokyo." "But when I was in Bangkok in February '76, kickboxing was all the rage." "Or Muay Thai, as they call it." "So..." "I signed a deal to fight the Muay Thai champion, down in Chiang Mai." "And of course that is when I discovered ladyboys." "A little bit boy, a little bit girl and very, very beautiful." "More beautiful than a woman even." "I mean, look." "Built like a lady, hung like a donkey." "Diversity, gentlemen." "The most marvellous thing in the world." "Treat them nice." "Ah, Joy." "Joy by name, joy by nature." "A quiet word." "Come on, I haven't got all night." "Listen..." "Ah." "Ladies, we're talking." "Thank you, ladies." "Now, listen." "I just had a visit from the fuzz." "The fuzz?" "Yeah, the filth." "The Old Bill." "Rozzers." "Don't you watch TV?" "I don't have a television, Frank." "Oh." "Now, listen." "I know you just lost your Uncle Gerald and... you have to talk to the cops about it, right?" "And I also know you're very upset and frightened and sad and the whole thing's a bit of a worry and all that shit." "But I can't have 'em hanging around here forever." "So just don't encourage 'em." "This is a respectable establishment we've got here." "A health club offering a vital service to the community." "Yeah, we've got a reputation to uphold." "And, as you know, we are also getting in a good bit of gelt." "So, from now on, you suck 'em and fuck 'em and get rid of 'em." "Got it?" "Yes, Frank." "No problem." "Good girl." "Now, I know you're only trying to do your best and all that shit but, listen, sweetheart - you're a long way from home and you don't pay the rent and feed your little boy with good intentions." "You follow what I'm trying to say?" "Yes, Frank." "I follow." "Perfectly." "Good girl." "Oi, oi!" "Before you go..." "I need a massage." "Oh, Frank." "I've been working all night." "I have nothing left." "No, not that kind of massage." "A proper body rub." "Sitting down that does it." "I'm sat down all day in the TV studio." "No lumbar support." "And that one's very spicy." "Hello, Dolly." "Remember us?" "Don't tell me, you're from pest control?" "I like this woman." "She is very witty." "Hold her down, please, Paul." "There's money in the fucking till!" "Shut up!" "Shh, shh, shh, shh." "Blessed are the merciful." "For they shall receive mercy." "No!" "This is what happens when you talk to the police about Mr Mutukula." "You should know that it is not good for you to be in business." "We think that you should give us the business now." "Like old times." "Blessed are the meek... for they shall inherit the earth." "Where were you when I needed you?" "Did you recognise any of them?" "Oh, yeah, I got a really good look." "It's amazing how much you take in when you're being beaten shitless with a claw hammer." "Do you know what I mean?" "Dolly... otherwise you'll have gone through all of this for nothing." "Fat chance." "Take another beating?" "Have you got insurance?" "Oh, yeah." "I'm prepared for every eventuality, me." "My teeth aren't insured, are they?" "What am I gonna do about that?" "Get falsies at my age?" "I look like Liza fucking Minnelli." "You're supposed to protect us." "That's your job." "You're supposed to protect us." "I look like a fucking vampire." "Go away." "So, Selwyn said he saw vampires." "It wasn't a vampire." "It's a calling card." "Yeah." "(I'm wholly, wholly sorry.)" "You won't get papers this way, Solomon!" "Leave it alone now!" "This is your life." "I'll take care of it right now, eh?" "Now you know what it's like, eh?" "You will not get your papers this way!" "You will not get your papers!" "You have been warned, eh?" "You stay the fuck away from my people." "Come in." "Just for a nightcap." "Back off, Detective." "Because right now you are not in anybody's good books." "Frank." "Is that it?" "No other laptops, phones, fax machines?" "Come on." "Let's go eat." "And I will tell you my plan." "I don't want to hear your plan." "Joy is the only reason I don't turn you in to Immigration right now." "You'd better stay away from that woman, my friend." "Because she is more trouble... and more fun... than you will ever know." "'Moses, it's Joy." "Look, I can't find Solomon." "'He's disappeared." "I need your help." "'Please call me as soon as...'" "Where are you?" "Why do all these people intervene in things they do not understand?" "!" "Do you want to be deported?" "!" "When is it going to end?" "It's never going to end." "transcript:chocolate sync:innuit"