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Maybe it was a hoax, sir.

Here we go.

He's got us.

Your informant did
say 8:00, didn't he?

Yeah.

- What do we do, sir?
- Let's go.

Hey! Come back, you!

Jesus.

Come on, boys! Come on!

- Did you get a look at him?
- No.

You okay?

Right in the knackers.

Give me some light
on this, will you?

Oh, yes.

Here, John.

208 British passports.
All of them expired.

Which wouldn't matter to
whoever was buying them,

because they'll put new
dates and names on them.

Yeah, but where have
they all come from, sir?

Now, but here's the thing...

Not one of those passports
has been reported lost or stolen.

- Ta.
- So, what's that tell you?

Well, who has passports?

People fed up with Butlins.

Who has passports?

Passport office.

Mm.

Any idea who tipped you off?

Ah, well, don't know his name.

But I think I know who he was.

Tell me?

Well, think about it, sir.

I get an anonymous call

telling me exactly
where and when

this bloke Jimmy Cochran's
gonna be standing last night

with 200 passports on him.

I'm thinking about it. Go on.

Well, who else
knew that information

and who wasn't there?

- The buyer.
- Correct.

- Very good.
- Thank you very much.

The expired passports

are all sent to London
to be destroyed.

Well, we know some
that never got there.

How come?

No, I can guarantee the honesty

of all the people
in this office.

Oh, right.

No need to talk to
them, sir. Case closed.

200 British passports
worth, on the black market,

upwards of £100 each.

And you're telling me
they've been sent to London

by normal post?

No security van? No courier?
Not even special delivery?

It's just the system.

I see. Who was in charge
of this particular batch?

I was.

- Your name, please.
- Maggie Alderton.

Right, Maggie.

Did you personally bag
these up for dispatch?

- Yes.
- What then?

And then I took
them to the post room.

Anybody sign for them?

No.

Again, Chief Inspector,
it's just the system.

Mr. Saint, you
don't have a system.

You might just as well

stick them on the
counter at Woolworths

with a sign saying
"Please help yourself."

Now, I shall want the
names and addresses

of everybody in this
room and your post room.

We shall also be carrying
out background checks,

just so as you know.

Now, don't let me interrupt
your "work" any further.

Right. Address, please?

Did they arrest the whoever
it was who had the passports?

No. No, he got away.

Address, please, Mrs. Alderton?

It's Miss Alderton.

And I live on the
Westbury Estate in Shields.

22 Gaynes Way.

Can we hurry this up? I
have to go and pick up me son.

Do you want me to contact
the school and say you'll be late?

He's 6 weeks old.

Oh. Oh.

Keen to get back
to work, weren't you?

Yes, I was.

Is that okay with you?

Does the name Jimmy
Cochran mean anything to you?

No.

It's her. I'm telling you.

It's Maggie Alderton.

Women don't go back to work
that quick unless there's a reason.

Maybe she needs the money.

Well, look at it.

She's not married. She
got a baby with... you know.

So we know she likes
a bit of the old tarbrush.

We're talking about
stolen passports,

which is what
foreigners are after.

You and me's gonna fall
out if you use words like that.

"Tarbrush"?

I was in Notting Hill six years
ago when the riots happened.

I'm not starting a riot,
am I? I'm just saying.

Words like
"tarbrush" and "coon."

No, I never said "coon."

When it comes to racialism,

the police force has got
form, and I won't have it!

You saying I'm a racialist, guv?

I'm saying...

It's easy to get
this stuff wrong.

Just think before
you speak, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

What was it like
in Notting Hill, sir?

Put it this way...

I saw things I never want to
see again on an English street.

It was like Mississippi.

Apart from that, you're right.

Maggie Alderton was in charge
of consignment of passports,

so we need to
find out about her.

Who are her friends?

And despite her denials,

was there a connection between
her and this Jimmy Cochran man?

Yeah, no, he wasn't a d...

Um... uh...

He didn't have dark skin.

I saw enough of his
face to see that, sir.

No, but he did
have the passports

she said she sent to London.

So who is this Maggie Alderton?

Does she spend more than
a clerical assistant earns?

Get onto it.

Yeah, and who's
the father of the child?

Am I allowed to ask that?

Yes, Sergeant, you are.

Aye. Where will you be?

Looking for Jimmy Cochran.

If you're right and he
has been grassed up,

he's gonna be on the warpath.

Stay out here.

Jimmy.

Surprised to see us, Hamed?

What happened to you last
night? You never turned up.

- I trusted you, Hamed.
- I was there.

9:00. Like we said.

Shake hands with an Arab,
you count your fingers after.

Now, you should
watch your mouth.

Where were you at 8:00?

I'm a businessman, man, Jimmy.

I was busy.

Busy?

Busy shagging your sister.

Those passports cost
me money. I want it back.

Plus another grand for
your double-crossing.

Then me and you are finished.
I'll find another customer.

Nah, nah, Jimmy.

See, I'll find another supplier.

I know just the one.

You haven't got a
business without me.

Jimmy, man, you're just
a little cog in the wheel.

The bike belongs to me now.

I know who gets you
the passports, man.

No, you don't.

Do I look stupid?

She works in the
passport office, man.

And, yeah, maybes I was
shagging somebody last night.

Start sniffing 'round
Maggie, I'll kill you.

It's not me doing
the sniffing, Jimmy.

That why you grassed
us up? 'Cause of her?

I grassed you
'cause you insult us.

You insult me sister.
You insult we all.

You like the money I give
you, but you think we're vermin.

Aye.

I'll see you later, Hamed.

When you least expect it.

Hey, Jimmy.

How's the bairn doing?

Somebody's had
it in for you, Jimmy.

I wonder who, eh?

- Ah, hey, man. Hamed...
- Shut your face, Rana!

Get us another drink.

Any idea, Jimmy?

See, that's what we
were laughing about

when you come in, like.

It could have been any of us.

Except Rana. He's a homo.

Right. Here!

Nah, Jimmy.

It wasn't me.

But I know who it was.

Jimmy, man. She's
always liked Arabs.

Cannot get enough of us.

Tell me his name, Hamed.

Tell me the Arab's name,
we're all square for last night.

You can keep the money.

It must still be
love, is it, Jimmy?

Even though she let
an Arab give her a bairn?

I said tell me his name.

All the names sound
the same, man.

I know you're not
the father, Hamed.

If I thought that, you'd have
been dead six weeks ago.

Maggie!

Maggie!

Tell me.

Cause of death
probably strangulation.

But I'll have to look
inside to rule out drowning.

Anything else?

Yeah. I'd say she's been raped.

- But I'm not the expert at that.
- Dead how long do you think?

24 hours.

More likely 12, 15.

And assuming the body was
washed ashore, how long in the water?

Best guess.

12 hours. But I'll
know more later.

Any sign of the
baby at the flat?

Ah, no. No.

We found the door
off its hinges, sir.

Neighbors heard it being
kicked in about 7:00 last night.

Nobody bothered
to call the police.

Apparently the guy's
caused bother there

twice in the last month.

Jimmy Cochran.

- Think he took the bairn, sir?
- I don't know.

Prevailing current goes
that way, but it's fairly weak.

Let's find out where she died.

Won't we be better
off at the flat, sir?

The baby, Sergeant.

This person who
grassed Jimmy Cochran...

Definitely a male voice?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Wasn't Maggie.

So that's not why
she was killed.

What did you find out about her?

Uh, well, she was head
girl at grammar school.

She was meant for university
but ended up in a crappy job

and parents disowned her.

What does that
sound like to you?

Sounds like a man.

Yeah, you can bet
your savings on it.

Haven't got any.

What about the parents?
Could they have the baby?

They're on holiday, sir.
We're contacting them.

Oh, yeah. Now, look.

This is worth a look,
sir, Frenchman's Cove.

It's, uh... It's secluded, sir.

Used to come up here with
Lisa, and we used to, um...

You know, we used to...

Once too often, I think.

What's that?

- Oh, Jesus.
- Get an ambulance.

Get an ambulance!

Goddamn you.

- All done?
- Yes, sir.

Right.

- Cheerio.
- Cheerio.

Her purse, sir. It
was still in her pocket.

Right. Let's have
a look at that.

Jimmy Cochran. Unless
I'm much mistaken.

There's a lot of talk
on the estate, sir,

about the fact that
she had some bloke

in here with her yesterday.

What? Not Jimmy
Cochran, you mean?

No, before he came. About 5:00.

An Arab fella. In his 40s.

- Name?
- No, sir.

Description?

Well, you know
what they say, sir.

- They all look the same?
- Well, aye.

Wait till I tell Mr. Gently
what you just said.

I never said it, Sarge.
It's them out there, man.

Yeah.

Mr. Gently's just been on
the phone from the hospital.

Baby's very poorly.

The doctors aren't
expecting him to live.

Right.

Okay, I think it's
a fair assumption

that Jimmy Cochran was
the man in Maggie's life

until this older Arab man
comes along and takes her away.

I don't know. But she
has a baby by him.

I also think it's
a fair assumption

that Jimmy and Maggie
were selling passports.

So, did her new Arab boyfriend

want the business
as well as the girl?

Could it have been him that
tipped us off about Jimmy?

Did our informant
have an accent?

Geordie.

Jimmy turns up at the
flat looking for them both.

Kicks down the
door, takes her away,

murders her.

And leaves the Arab guy's
baby to die out in the night.

Did you find out
about her finances?

Bank account takes her
paycheck every month,

and she spends
it on food and rent.

Nothing else goes in.

All right. Release
this to the press.

Tell them we're seeking two men

in connection with the
murder of Maggie Alderton...

Jimmy Cochran and
an Arab man in his 40s.

Why do you live this way?

You're Arab boys. You're Muslim.

Why are you drinking
and gambling?

Why don't you work?

Rana, don't go on
with this bad life, man.

Why don't you mind
your own business?

Or you can swim
back to the Yemen.

What did your elders
teach you in the zaouia?

Is this what the prophet
teaches you in the Koran?

This is Shields,
man, not Ta'izz.

An Arab is an Arab.

A Muslim is a Muslim.

It's your blood.

I've got me passport.

- Anything?
- Nothing, sir. It's clean.

You finished with this card?

Yes.

Thank you.

"I will never stop loving
you. There will be revenge."

Have the newspapers
reported the murder yet?

It's in the early
edition of The Post, sir.

Does it say where
she was murdered

or where the baby was found?

No, no. We never told them that.

- Only where the body washed up.
- Ah.

Whoever left the flowers
knew where she was murdered.

Make sure these photos
are on my desk today.

Yes, sir.

Was it Jimmy that did it?

We're trying to find out.

We can't find Jimmy.

Would you like to
see your grandson?

You might not have very
long with him, I'm afraid.

I'd just like to take
Maggie home, please.

Um, this is painful,
but I have to ask.

Who is the father
of Maggie's baby?

Well, we assumed it
was Jimmy's at the time.

Didn't we?

But it obviously wasn't.

So why did you assume that?

Well, she was
crackers about him.

Had been since
she was at school.

What you sitting out for?

'Cause I'm scared of the water.

Are you scared now?

No.

"Destined for great things."
That's what the school said.

But all that got forgot about
once Jimmy arrived on the scene.

She was out with
him the whole time.

Failed her exams.

Did she want to marry him?

Aye. She did.

Maggie, will you do your
buttons up? Your dad's here!

Jimmy! You were supposed
to go home an hour ago.

Mr. Alderton. Hi.

I-I want to ask you two things.

First, can I marry
your daughter, please?

No, you can't. Now go home.

In that case can you lend
us a pound till the weekend?

Ee, what a cheeky bugger he is.

Home!

And you, bed. You've
got exams the morrow.

Told her to forget about him,

steady herself,
and resit her exams.

But she never
went back to school.

Got herself a pen-pusher's
job in the passport office.

My daughter threw
herself away on a man

who never did an honest
day's work in his life.

How does Jimmy earn
his living? Do you know?

Not really.

But I doubt if
much of it's legal.

Maggie thought she could
turn him around, you see,

straighten him out.

Maggie always believed in Jimmy.

Always saw the good in
him when nobody else could.

Were they happy together?

Happy?

She talked about
nothing but happy.

I kept telling her,

"Maggie, there's more
to life than being happy."

And when did Jimmy find
out about Maggie's son?

Same day we did.

There she is.

You didn't have to come
in on your own, you know?

You only have to ask.
I'm still your mother.

Was it a long one?

You were 18 hours. They
thought I was a goner.

He was off somewhere.

Little place called
El Alamein, Maggie.

Lot less blood
spilled where I was.

He was no bother, Mam.

Did they have to
cut your cervix?

No, Mam. He was
like shelling peas.

Well, you got off
lightly, let me tell you.

Mine's still raggy.

Well, I suppose we
better have a look at him.

Aye.

Dad?

Maggie?

Dear God. Did you
not even tell Jimmy?

Maggie.

Beautiful as ever, Mrs. A., huh?

Here you are.

Bobby.

Now, don't smoke it all at once.

- How's the little mother?
- Really glad to see you, Jimmy.

- You know what this is?
- What?

It's the first day of
the rest of my life.

Gonna get a job. Gonna
look after you, Maggie.

Hey. And I mean it this time.

Better take a look, Jimmy.

Whew.

Ah, he hasn't come out with a
face like yours, has he, Belle?

Jimmy, I don't...

He's yours.

The bairn's yours.

Don't look at me
like that, Jimmy.

You had all that time to
say, and you never said.

Jimmy...

I promise.

So she never told you
who the father was?

We...

never actually spoke
to her after that day.

Won't get the chance now.

What difference does it
make what his name is?

His name wasn't the issue.

Mr. Gently, we don't even
know any colored people.

Well, Maggie did.

On the day of her murder,

an Arab man was
seen going into her flat.

Well, that'll be it. It'll
be him that killed her.

Bob fought in Egypt.
Didn't you, pet?

And he always said the
same, that they're all the same.

What about Jimmy?

Did you ever see him
after the baby was born?

- No.
- No.

He hasn't been back to his digs.

Any other places
he used to go to?

Any haunts?

He used to go to
this horrible little club

called the Shoreline.

Used the place to meet

his business associates,
he used to say.

Business?

Posh way of describing

a bunch of layabouts and
crooks, if you'd ask me.

Where is this place?

I know it. It's on the front.

But you have no idea what kind
of business he was doing there?

On the night before
Maggie was killed,

we failed to arrest a man

trying to sell stolen
British passports.

And we're pretty sure
that that was Jimmy.

Have you any idea who might
have been supplying Jimmy

with those passports?

Mr. Gently.

I understand you're
only trying to do your job,

but my daughter...

She might have made some
mistakes in her private life.

But my daughter was as honest
as the day is long, on my life.

On a stack of Bibles this high.

Maggie was as
honest as the day is Io...

Can you sign there, please?

Maggie was carrying these
three photographs in her wallet.

One was of her and Jimmy,
w-which I need to keep.

One was of you two.

And the third was your grandson.

Would you like to
keep these two?

That photograph's
out of date, by the way.

Jimmy's got a D.A. now.

Duck's ass.

She couldn't even
look at that photo.

I don't understand
what all that's about.

Blood, John.

It's about blood. Same
as it is for Jimmy Cochran.

That mixture of sexual
jealousy and racial hatred

make him capable
of almost anything.

Even destroying
another man's baby.

Just get yourselves home.

Any more news, I'll let
you know in the morning.

Go on.

See ya.

How was she killed?

Hmm?

Maggie. How was she killed?

Oh, uh...

She was raped and strangled.

Did you know anything about
her private life, Mr. Saint?

Did she have any boyfriends?

Well, there was obviously

speculation about
that in the office.

- 'Cause of this, you mean?
- Aye.

Did she ever tell anybody
who the father was?

Not that I know of.

Oh, come on, Mr. Saint.

She had a bairn with a darky.

And nobody asked who he was?

We keep ourselves to ourselves.

Right.

Did you ever see her with a man?

How would I do that?

Did she have any
special friendships

with any of the men at work?

- Do any Arabs work here?
- In a passport office?

How's the baby?

Uh, it's hypothermia.

It was left on a
cold beach all night.

It's not looking good.

So you don't actually know
anything about Maggie Alderton?

It's not that sort of office.

We don't pry into
each other's business.

You felt as though you
could vouch for her honesty.

Well, it never occurred to
me anyone here could be...

She was stealing passports, man.

Might have cost her her life.

Maybe you should have
pried a little bit more.

Maybe it was something
to do with the baby.

You know, someone
jealous, angry with her.

Like who?

Well, I wouldn't know.

Did she ever mention
the name Jimmy Cochran?

No.

Where were you
last night, Mr. Saint?

- I was at home.
- Anybody with you?

No. I live alone.

Did you ever
visit Maggie's flat?

No.

But you know where it is.

Well, obviously. It's on file.

Did you know that she was
stealing passports, Mr. Saint?

Course not.

Course not.

Write down your name
and address, will you?

I've already given it to you.

- Write it down.
- I've got a card.

Write it down!

No. No. It's...

It's not his writing.

But Philip Saint was lying
through his teeth about summat.

Bring him in?

- No.
- Why not?

Because, as you keep telling me,

what's the point in bringing
somebody in for questioning

when you've got
nothing to ask them?

So some progress is being made

in your education, then?

No water in Maggie
Alderton's lungs, by the way.

She was dead before the
tide took her off the beach.

Oh, was there anything
came back on those tire tracks?

Yeah. Both offside tires were
badly worn on the outside.

Oh, good.

Yeah, that should narrow it down

to about 5,000 cars
in the Shields area.

Anything interesting
in Maggie's desk?

Oh. Yes. Of course. Um...

Baby's birth certificate.

- Father?
- "Unknown."

That would have been
too easy, wouldn't it?

And there was also this.

Copy of a letter she got
from Somerset House.

Asking for a birth certificate
for a Thomas Jamil Ali.

Is this our Arab man?

That's what I'm thinking.

Somerset House saying
"we've got no trace on him."

But I think she was
getting this man a passport.

And if she couldn't
find his birth certificate?

Well, she could get
him a forged one.

Wouldn't be difficult
for her, would it?

Guv, by my reckoning, if it was
Jimmy Cochran murdered Maggie,

he'll be long gone by now.

He's not gonna sit
and have a cup of tea

with his ancient mother, is he?

I'll take that, son.

Jimmy? Your guess
is as good as mine, pet.

Doesn't live here, then?

He hasn't lived here
since he was 14.

Moved to Shields. Sit down.

You asked him
to leave, I'm told.

He was too much of
a handful for us, love.

Truth is we were too old
to bring up a lad like him.

I was 42 when we took him.
What's he done this time?

Jimmy was adopted?

Aye.

What was he like?
Tell me about him.

Never knew such an
awkward kid. Ungrateful.

And he could start a
fight in an empty room.

Schools wouldn't have him.

We sent him to the
brothers in the end.

Is he in trouble?

Brothers?

The monks had a
school in Sunderland.

We thought they might tame him.

'Cause the brothers are
famous for their discipline.

In fact, they were
as hard as nails.

They used to make him lie
flat down on the classroom floor,

and they'd pull him
up by his cheeks.

But it didn't do any good.
In fact, he come out vicious.

Jimmy had a girlfriend
called Maggie Alderton.

- Do you know her?
- No. Why?

When was the last time
you saw him, Mrs. Cochran?

I've only seen Jimmy the once

since we chucked
him out the door.

In the middle of Newcastle.

He crossed the
street when he saw us.

He's done something
bad, hasn't he?

Maggie Alderton
has been found dead.

Dear God. Jimmy?

There's bad blood in
that lad. I always said it.

We're also looking
for this bloke, there.

Does he mean anything to you?

Or the name Thomas Jamil Ali?

I don't know any
Arabs, Sergeant.

Mrs. Cochran, would you
recognize Jimmy's handwriting?

Aye.

Aye.

That's the one thing the
brothers drummed into Jimmy.

Nice handwriting.

He'll never stop loving her,

even though he
felt he had to kill her.

But he wants revenge on
whoever fathered the child.

The Arab guy.

Yeah. Exactly.

Jimmy's going nowhere
till he's settled that account.

What's his name, Hamed?!

Where is he?!

Who give her the bairn?!

Jimmy, man...

Jimmy, man, I was having
you on. I didn't know!

- Tell me his name!
- Jimmy...

He's an Arab, man. I...

I'll open your throat!
I swear to god!

Tell me his name!

Ali. T-Thomas Ali.

- Where is he?
- I don't know, Jimmy.

He got... He got chucked
out the boardinghouse

same time as Rana.

Far as I know,
he's living in a van...

No more, Jimmy!

I want that money!

I'll bring the money
to you. T-Tomorrow.

You're a liar!

I'll bring you the Arab!
I'll bring you the Arab.

Jimmy, please.

This is your last chance, Hamed.

You bring him, I'll kill him.

You don't bring
him, I'll kill you!

He's mad. I'm telling you.

He's not as hard
as he thinks he is.

Pint of lager, please.

Rana.

What you doing, mate?

Having a game of pool.

Why? Care to join me?

Nah.

This is our place.

It's for us.

Are you telling me
there's a color bar

operating in this club?

No.

He's telling you to go and
play pool somewhere else.

Get us a drink, Rana.

I'm looking for a man
called Jimmy Cochran.

Any idea where I could find him?

Are you a copper?

Me? No, I'm a businessman.

- What sort of business?
- Buying and selling.

Jimmy was selling something
for me a couple of nights ago.

Only I never heard
back from him.

Pint of lager's mine.

- Fancy a frame?
- Sure.

- Winner takes all?
- Why not?

Well, rack them up, Rana.

Heads.

Your break.

You've got some balls
coming here, haven't you?

Jimmy owes me a lot of money.

I need to collect it.

Jimmy says you
were paid up-front.

Yeah, well, Jimmy
doesn't always tell the truth.

But if you could tell me
where I could find him,

I would show my gratitude.

How?

- What would you like?
- To cut out the middle man.

Jimmy not a friend
of yours, then?

No, he's not.

I take it you do have
customers waiting.

Always.

Where do they come from?

You don't need to know that.

Just say the tide
brings them in.

Yes, I heard about
Jimmy's girlfriend.

Is that why he's gone AWOL?

Oh, you knew her, did you?

In a professional sense, yes.

Jimmy was very
angry about the baby.

Yeah.

He did seem a bit narked.

What was her name?

- Maggie Alderton.
- What did she look like?

5'3". Short blonde
hair. Very pretty.

What does Jimmy look like?

5'10". Clean-shaven.

Not very pretty. Got
burns on his face and neck.

Well, that proves you
read The Evening Post.

Yeah, that photo's
a bit out of date.

Jimmy's got a quiff these days.

How'd he get the burns?

Well, a fire, I should imagine.

I never asked him. Did you?

Chip-pan fire when
he was a bairn.

Killed his mam.

So you gonna tell
me where he is?

Give me a phone number.
Maybe we can do business direct.

No, no, no. I told you.

I've got unfinished
business with Jimmy first.

Look, you'll never
see your money

or the goods he had off you.

And you won't be seeing
Jimmy again either after tonight.

Give me your phone
number. I'll be in touch.

Who do I ask for?

Philip Saint.

Hamed.

Nice to meet you, Hamed.

You win, Philip.

I'll tell Jimmy you
were asking after him.

You an Indian, mister?

Take the knives in.

- How much?
- Tanner apiece.

Daylight robbery.

Missus?

On the house.

I don't want anything
sharpening today.

Guv?

- You're nicked.
- Hey!

I wish you
wouldn't do that, sir.

There's no sign of him, guv.
What do you want us to do?

Taylor's had
three pints already.

Well, we can't just
sit there drinking Tizer,

looking like coppers, can we?

Go back in. There's
gonna be a showdown.

- How do you know?
- I just know.

Geronimo!

I love you, Jimmy Cochran.

Let's give it another
go, Maggie, eh?

I'll change. I'll get a job.

I will. A steady job.

In a library.

Short back and sides
and a pinstripe suit.

Jimmy, I hope you're serious.

'Cause I'm pregnant.

Really?

Okay.

Jimmy.

Jimmy, man. What's
the point anymore?

The Arabs run the place now.

It's finished, man.

Jimmy!

Hamed's saying
he's gonna kill you!

- No?
- No.

- Nothing?
- Nothing, sir.

Maybe he's not coming, Hamed.

Jimmy'll be coming. Never fret.

Where are you, Hamed?!

Hamed!

Where's the Arab?

Arab?

Well, take your pick, Jimmy.

I'm gonna ask you once more.

Then I'm gonna
cut your face off.

You're finished, man, Jimmy!

The guy you get
the passports off...

He come looking for
a new arrangement.

He hasn't got the balls, man.

Who?

Philip Saint?

Oh, and by the way,

he says I owe you nowt
'cause you never paid him.

You're finished, man, Jimmy.

The police is looking for you.

You're in the paper.

It's time to leave town.

Aye. Aye.

You know what? I've
had enough anyway.

I'm gonna get short back
and sides and a job in a library.

Aye, you win, Hamed.

I mean, there's no one
that can beat you Arabs

for lying and cheating.

Eh?!

You haven't got the guts, man.

You're a coward,
Hamed. You're a coward!

Let's go.

Come on, then, Hamed!

- On the beach. Go, go, go!
- Go on!

Hamed!

- Hamed! Don't do it!
- You better do it.

I'll cut your mother's
throat! I swear to God!

Go on!

Go.

Go.

- Police!
- Police!

Go on. Get away from here.

Here's your tenner back.

Guv?

There's blood on that.

Sir.

How's the baby
doing? Do we know?

It's not great.

You trace the
owner of that car yet?

Taylor's onto it.

Well, tell him to
hurry! I want it now.

So, what am I charged with?

So far? Carrying
an offensive weapon.

I didn't have a weapon.

You had a bicycle
chain in your pocket.

- I was taking it to get mended.
- Yeah, tell it to the judge.

Come in on the tankers, do they?

Who's this?

Blokes you sell dodgy
British passports to.

Do they come in on the tankers?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You can act stupid all day long,

but you're only digging
a hole for yourself.

Because I'm looking for somebody

to charge with the
murder of Maggie Alderton

and the attempted
murder of her baby.

I don't know
anything about that.

Really?

So where'd you get them bruises?

I got pissed and fell over.

Is me solicitor here yet?

Ever go to Maggie's flat?

Why should I?

Because you sell passports and
she worked in a passport office.

You the father of Maggie's baby?

I wouldn't have minded
donating the sperm, though.

Oh, you dis...

Can I hit him, guv?

Not yet.

An Arab was seen going into
her flat on the night of the murder.

I think it was you.

Aye.

Yeah, I saw his
picture in the paper.

You know, they want
to get better drawers.

I mean, I know we all look
the same to youse, but...

He's twice me age, man.

So you know what
he looks like, then?

Uh-huh.

You know him?

- Is he the father?
- Yeah.

What's his name?

Ali.

Thomas Ali.

The man Maggie was asking
about was called Thomas Jamil Ali.

It's got to be the
same fella, guv.

- You traced that car yet?
- We're still waiting on it, sir.

But we think we know
where Jimmy Cochran went to

last night after the beach.

He's had a bad beating, and
someone broke all his fingers.

- Has he said anything?
- Just the word "Maggie."

"Maggie"? Is he conscious?

In and out.

Mr. Saint.

I fear I was the indirect
cause of this, which I regret.

But if you hadn't lied to us,

Jimmy Cochran wouldn't have
come calling last night, would he?

I don't know anyone
called Jimmy Cochran.

Yes, you do.

How long have you been
supplying him with passports?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Was Maggie Alderton involved?
Or is this just you and Jimmy?

I don't know what you mean.

Oi.

Oi!

Oh, come off it. Shall
I give him a shove?

Don't you dare.

When Mr. Saint decides
to regain consciousness,

will you please
inform us promptly?

I'm gonna take a crowbar
to your bank accounts, pal.

Sweet dreams.

Mr. Saint answered the
door and was dragged out.

The neighbors called 999,

but nobody got a clear
look at the assailant.

Anyone else been inside?

Nobody's touched
a thing, Sergeant.

Right.

"Dear Philip, Wishing
you a Happy Xmas.

Love, Maggie.

P.S. Nobody will ever
guess our little secret."

Where's your mate?

What makes you think Thomas
Ali is the father of Maggie's baby?

'Cause I was at the Alawi
helping Rana move out

when she come looking for him.

Thomas Ali lived there as well.

Thomas Ali?

Him?

He's looking for
somewhere to live.

- He's leaving?
- Moving out.

We're all moving out. They're
knocking the place down.

Hello, Maggie.

Hamed.

What's this? Bit of
business on the side?

No, it's for a friend.

I could give him a
message for you.

Shut up, Rana. She's
talking to me, not you.

Well, if it's not business,
who is he, Maggie?

It's about his son.

I need to talk to
him about his son.

Well, I don't know
him. But Rana does.

Will you give him this?

Tell him I need to talk to him.
Tell him I've got his passport.

- I can give it to him.
- No.

If he wants his passport back,
he has to come and see me.

See you, Hamed.

How did Jimmy take the
news about the bairn, Maggie?

Who's this bloke Thomas Ali?

The one that asked you
last week for a boat home.

You told him he needed to
get his passport back first.

Him? He's old.

Some lasses like older men.

Did he visit her?

Well, the next day he's
coming to me with his passport

asking for a boat
to the Yemen, so...

Rana. He's the guy who
pours your drinks for you, yeah?

- Did you see this passport?
- Aye.

What was the full name on it?

Thomas Ali.

Not Thomas Jamil Ali?

No.

- Give us a look.
- Why?

'Cause I don't get paid if
they won't let you on the boat.

Bloody hell.

It's a real one.

I wonder who give him that, eh?

Boat leaving tomorrow night.

You'll be in a hurry, are you?

No. I, uh... I need a few days.

Some things I got to do.

Same time next week, then.

30 quid for me. 30
quid for the captain.

Crew's white, so you'll
be sleeping on deck.

Great.

But if I were you, I'd
go tomorrow, old timer.

There's a bloke called
Jimmy Cochran looking for you.

He'll cut you in half
when he finds you.

He's looking for me? Why?

You know why.

Do yourself a favor.
Get on the boat.

Look, where can I find him?

Well, that's what
everybody wants to know.

The bairn got left
on the beach. Look.

Oh, that's Jimmy, by the way.

And I think the one
with the hook nose

and the hooded eyes
is meant to be you, pal.

Where were you the night
Maggie Alderton was killed?

Me?

Look, do you not think
you're spoiled for choice, like,

with Thomas Ali
and Jimmy Cochran?

I'm asking you where you were.

I was playing
pool with the lads.

- Anybody else verify that?
- You mean anybody white?

No, I mean anybody
who wasn't in your gang.

Well, Jimmy Cochran. He come in.

- What time was that?
- 6:00.

What did he want?

He claimed I owed him money.

I told him to get lost. He went.

Owed him the money
for the passports.

The ones he was bringing
you the night before.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Where did he go afterwards?
- To her place.

And how do you know that?

'Cause I told him about

her looking for Thomas
Ali at the boardinghouse.

Why did you tell him that?

Just to see the look
on his stupid face.

And did you tell Jimmy
Thomas Ali's name?

Yeah, later on. Aye.

After he'd smashed me
head into the side of a car.

- You drive a car, Hamed?
- No.

- Why not?
- Disqualified.

Describe Thomas Ali to me.

Big nose.

Shifty eyes.

Now, you give me one
more stupid answer, sunshine,

I'm gonna come over
there and smack you.

Now, he came looking
for a boat home, yeah?

Why'd he do that?

He's too idle to swim.

A young woman has
been raped and murdered!

And her baby's
hanging onto life!

So you show some
respect, you little...

What?!

"Black bastard"?

"Dago"?

"Tarbrush"?

Say it if you like, Mr. Gently.

You know you want to.

I won't tell anybody.

I've got used to it.

You see, you learn to
put up with it at school.

Scratch the surface
with any of youse,

and you're all the same.

- Who is?
- The British.

- You're British.
- I was born in Britain.

Well, then you're British. So
am I. So was Maggie Alderton.

I'm not British. I'm Arab.

Oh, yeah?

And what does the prophet
Mohammed have to say

about playing pool
and drinking whiskey?

Where I come from, they cut
your tongue out for saying that.

Tyne Dock?

Where me blood
came from! The Yemen.

What was the name
on the passport?

Was it Thomas Ali
or Thomas Jamil Ali?

Thomas Ali.

Any idea who
Thomas Jamil Ali is?

I've never heard of him.

Mr. Saint? Wakey-wakey.

Mr. Saint.

Hello, Mr. Saint.

Sorry. Did I disturb you?

Right.

So, what was the little secret?

I don't know. I don't
know what she meant.

Oh, yes, you do.

Where did you
get all this stuff?

I stole it.

From her desk. From her handbag.

I just wanted things...

I wanted things she'd touched.

- She knew I was doing it.
- Oh, yeah?

She was lovely. She didn't mind.

She never said a word.

We pretended she didn't notice.

She used to leave
me things to find.

That was our little secret.

What else did you want from her?

Was it something that
she would never give you?

Maggie Alderton was
raped before she died.

Was it the sex you
wanted from her, Philip?

Maggie could never
give me what I wanted.

No one could give
me what I wanted.

What was that, then? What
more did you want from her?

She'd already given you a way

of selling the
passports, didn't she?

Via Jimmy.

I met Jimmy through
her. At an office party.

He come up with this idea.

She played no
part in it. I swear.

Maggie didn't have a
dishonest bone in her body.

What was the
little secret, then?

Everyone who met
Maggie loved her.

I wanted to be her.

I wanted to be Maggie.

You're not supposed
to be here, Sergeant.

We agreed a procedure.

Yes, yes. If you
could just come back...

- I've got my job to do.
- Yes. So have I.

Well, make it quick. I've
got his medication to do.

All right.

What do you mean
you wanted to "be her"?

How can you be her?

What, you... wanted Jimmy?

That thug?

I'm just gonna put your laundry
in the cupboard, Mr. Saint.

Stuff you had on when
you were admitted.

- Thanks, Evelyn.
- Sorry, I need to question...

Trousers, pullover, shirt.

Stockings, suspenders...

and panties.

Oh, they're gonna
love you in Durham jail.

Did Thomas Ali kill
Maggie Alderton?

See, now why do you
automatically think "Arab"

when you think "criminal," eh?

Because he was
seen entering her flat.

And then later on he comes
to you looking for a boat home.

You knew he'd been to her
flat, you knew he was the father,

and you knew she'd
been murdered.

And what do you do?
Inform the police? No!

You promise him a boat home.

Would you like to explain that?

Blood.

Well, I've got a better
explanation... Money!

What?

Sir, may I have a word?

The car belongs to an
Abdullah Ali al-Hakrana, sir.

- Who?
- Abdullah Ali al-Hakrana.

I'm guessing he's an Arab.

Really? C.I.D. could
use men like you.

- Address?
- No, not yet, sir.

This fella's brief's
at the front desk.

He wants to know whether we're
charging him or letting him go.

He's talking about racially
motivated police force

and blah blah blah.

He's an Arab and all.

All I've got on
him at the moment

is carrying a bicycle
chain in his pocket.

No fingerprints on the knife.

He was wearing gloves.

Do you know a man called Ab...

- What? What was it?
- Abdullah Ali al-Hakrana.

I've never heard of him!

- All right, you can go.
- Right, you. Let's go.

No, whoa, whoa. Wait. Sit down.

- Oh, come on, man!
- Sit down.

Tell his brief we're
charging him with GBH.

But we haven't got any
evidence on him, sir.

Doesn't matter. That'll
keep him here all day.

And then go to
the Shoreline Club

and see if you can find a
young Arab boy called Rana...

Abdullah Ali al-Hakrana.

Bring him in.

Sir.

Tom. Put that in
evidence for us.

Sir, we can forget
about Philip Saint.

Or should I call him
Philippa? He didn't kill her.

How do you know?

Because he was trying
to get into her knickers.

- Oh, come on.
- Literally.

He's only a
blooming transvestite.

Where are you going?

We are gonna find out
who Thomas Jamil Ali is.

Can I show you
something, Maggie?

Depends what it is.

It's my dad. Died in the war.

Torpedo.

Handsome devil.

I'll be with you in a minute.

There's a fella 'round the
corner normally does you lads.

Give me a shave.

- I'm... I'm gonna be a while.
- I'll wait.

Now, trim?

Short back and sides.
And give me a shave.

What happened to Jimmy's
real parents, Mrs. Cochran?

Does it matter now?

Yes. I think it does.

My sister died in a fire.

Your sister?

Yes.

His mother was my sister Alice.

What was her second name?

Jenkins.

Alice Jenkins.

This is how Jimmy got his burns?

The chip-pan fire
that killed his mother?

Aye. He was lucky.

What happened to your neck?

What?

- Your neck.
- Mind your own business.

Looks like a burn.

You were on the beach.

Keep your head still, will you?

- Is it?
- Is it what?

Burns.

Who the hell are you?

My name's Ali. I
used to be a sailor.

Well, Ali, tell someone
else your life story, will you?

I'm not interested.

And I don't want to buy photos
of your sister shagging a camel.

I haven't got a sister.

Chuck him out!

Or I'll put him
through the wall.

Come on. Out.

Go on!

- I didn't mean anything.
- Just finish your job.

And his father?

He was a sailor in
the merchant marine.

His ship was
torpedoed in the Atlantic.

All hands were lost.

And his name was
Jenkins, too, I take it?

Yes.

You're him, aren't you?

You're the one that
give Maggie the bairn.

Well, you better be
good with that or...

Shave him.

Oh, man. You got us all nervous.

Go.

Go.

I'll finish it.

When I was a boy...

my father used to
come home from work.

He'd put lather on
his face and say,

"Son, shave your father's face."

Maggie was one of the best
people I ever met in my life.

She loved you
with all her heart.

You didn't kill her,
did you, Jimmy?

Kill Maggie?

I'd rather cut my own throat.

What was your maiden
name, Mrs. Cochran?

Jenkins.

Yes.

And your sister Alice's
maiden name was Jenkins too.

So, what was her married name?

We begged her not to marry him.

She knew she'd lose
all her family and friends.

But she said it was for love.

What good did love do her
when she walked down the street

and they called her those names?

What good did love do her

when they came to
the front door that night?

We did it for the best!

We thought he'd been drowned.

And Jimmy had come out white!

I knew a woman
just like her once.

Her name was Alice.

When I got back on dry land...

Alice was dead.

They put petrol
through her letter box.

Hate came into my
heart and lived there...

till Maggie brought
love back into my life.

The bairn was yours?

In a way.

Alice bore me a son
while I was at sea.

The letter said she'd
called him Jamil.

The petrol burned his neck.

But he lived.

"Jimmy"?

Jamil.

Thomas Jamil Ali.

I did it to give Jimmy
a better chance in life!

Better for him to
look illegitimate?

There's worse things
to be than a bastard.

My wife's sister brought
him up in Newcastle.

So he was no longer Jamil.

- He was...
- Jimmy.

And I was told he was dead.

Maggie found all
this out, Jimmy.

She got the truth out
of Agnes Cochran.

Then you know
what she did, Jimmy?

What?

She wrote us a letter saying

I had to surrender my
passport to her office

for an official check.

Then she wouldn't
give us it back

till I visited her flat and
listened to her story.

Go and find Jamil, Thomas.

All they give him of his father
was a photo of a stranger.

I think they cut it
from a magazine.

A sailor, but the wrong sailor.

A war hero, but a white one.

Why haven't you told
him yourself, Maggie?

'Cause he wouldn't believe me.

And because...

every lad needs to hear
his story from his father.

Agh!

Maggie!

Maggie.

Who killed her?

I don't know, Jamil.

Come and shave your father.

Leave it down.
Put the blade down.

Aye.

Son.

No more blood.

Steady, now. Steady.

You fought in the war.

For this country.

They took my wife.
They took my son.

They said only
white sailors now.

Then they took my job.
Then they took my home.

Maggie wanted to
give you back your son.

And your grandson.

I never knew her.

But I believe Maggie
was the best of us, Mr. Ali.

Aye.

And I need to find her murderer.

Was it Jimmy?

No.

Do you know who it was?

No.

You know a young
man called Rana.

Tell me about him.

Rana has lost his way.

He doesn't know
if he's British, Arab,

good boy or... or gangster.

He's lost.

He's weak.

I'm not who I thought I was.

Maggie Alderton
loved Jimmy Cochran.

She loved Thomas Jamil Ali.

She loved you with
long hair, short hair,

dodgy passports, whatever.

Maggie had enough
love for everybody.

Wouldn't have mattered
to her what I was.

She even had time for Hamed.

- Hamed?
- Aye.

They were at school together.

"Little Black Sambo" is
what the teachers called him.

You know what she did?
And only Maggie could do this.

She took him home for his tea.

She never asked Bob or
Belle. She just brought him in.

Sorry. Let me
just get this right.

What are we saying here?
They went out together?

No. No. It was
never like that for her.

For him, I... I don't know.

I mean, she always said
he was a bit stuck on her.

First white lass to ever
talk to him, probably.

Anyway, Belle... Belle told
her never to bring him back.

So it just fizzled out.

That's when I met her.

No. I was with Hamed
the night Maggie was killed.

She's always liked Arabs.

He was still at the Shoreline

when I went to see her.

Maggie!

Maggie!

She'd gone by
the time I got there.

Did you go straight to
Maggie's from the Shoreline?

No.

I went to the cemetery
first to talk to my dad.

How long... How long exactly
from when you left the Shoreline

to when you kicked
the door in at Maggie's?

About half an hour.

When did you last see
Maggie Alderton, Mr. Hakrana?

I only saw her the once.

The day she brought Thomas
Ali's passport to the boardinghouse.

Yeah.

What's all this about?

And you never saw
her again after that?

You own a blue
Vauxhall, correct?

Aye.

Anybody else drive it?

Are you sure about that, Rana?

You sit there, and you
keep your gob shut.

Tell me about Thomas Ali.

He's a good man.

A real Muslim.

In what way is Thomas
Ali a real Muslim?

He always helped us.

He'd give you anything.

Money. Advice.

He hates this. All this.

Hates the way we
live. The wickedness.

That's why he's leaving.

It's not the only
reason he's leaving.

Hamed! Shut it.

Wickedness, Rana?

Yeah. Drinking
and gambling and...

lust.

Such as what happened
to Maggie Alderton.

Do you know who did it, Rana?

An Arab did it.

We're all shamed.

Do you know his name?

Tell him, Rana.

Maybe Mr. White Man
will give you a medal.

Thomas Ali did it.

How do you know that?

I saw him.

I went to the flat to warn
him that Jimmy was coming.

Oh.

Jimmy went 'round
there to confront Maggie.

But you went there
first to warn Ali.

Yes?

And?

I saw Ali bringing
her from her flat,

pushing her into his van.

She had the baby with her.

In its basket?

Yeah. In its basket.

But we found the
basket in the flat.

- Rana, man...
- Quiet.

No, no.

She had the baby in her arms.

Rana, man, the bairn
was found in its basket!

It said so in the paper, man!

Basket or no basket, Rana?

It was in its basket.

Why are you lying?!

The tire prints of your car

exactly match those found in the
sand on the night of the murder.

You're under arrest. I'm
charging you with murder.

He's bluffing, Rana.

You can shove off now,
Hamed. Case closed.

Look, say nowt,
Rana! Get a solicitor!

Nowt about what?

Okay, I'll go.

You sit down, stupid.

So, what's it to be, Rana?

Are you gonna do
his bidding forever?

Are you gonna put
your neck in his noose?

- Hamed, man!
- Rana, we're Arabs.

We're brothers.

You didn't see Ali take
Maggie out of the flat.

Because you weren't
there, were you, Rana?

Who borrowed the car, Rana?

I didn't know what
he was gonna do!

He just said he wanted
to borrow the car keys!

Okay, look, look.
So I borrowed his car.

I drove without a
license. Guilty as charged.

You don't know
where I went, Rana.

Nobody knows where I went.

Tire tracks on Frenchman's Cove.

That could have been him!

- I'm sorry, Rana.
- You just said we were brothers.

What you crying
like a tart for?!

When did the car
come back, Rana?

Two hours later.

And where had it been?

Frenchman's Cove.

He's making this up
to save his own skin.

Rana, they're making
fools of us both, man!

We stick together,
man! We're blood!

We're not!

I am not the same as you.

How do you know that the car
had been to Frenchman's Cove?

I found these on the backseat.

Cuff him.

I thought...

if she wants an Arab,

why him?

Why an old man?

Why not me?

Why not Little Black Sambo?

Maggie. Get in out of the rain.

Hamed?

- What you doing here, Hamed?
- Thomas Ali wants to see you.

- I saw him earlier.
- He wants to talk to you again.

He says it's important.

Look, he's waiting for you.

Fine.

There's no need
to bring the bairn.

- Well, I can't leave him.
- He'll get cold, man.

Well, come on.

Where's Thomas?

Did he say what he wanted?

Is he bringing Jimmy to me?

Hamed?

Where's Thomas?

He's not coming.

He's catching a
boat to the Yemen.

What?

He's dumping you.

Don't be stupid.

You're beautiful, you know?

Look, Hamed, this isn't funny.

The bairn's crying,
and I want me tea.

I would marry you, Maggie.

What?

I'd say it was mine.
Who would know?

- Hamed...
- I've always loved you.

- I've to go now, Hamed.
- Wait.

Hamed, no. Hamed!

I thought you liked
Arabs, Maggie?!

- Hamed!
- I won't hurt you, Maggie.

But it got out of hand.

She was beautiful, wasn't she?

So who is this?

No idea.

You have a son who's
going to need a father.

You'll have to face charges
first for theft and assault.

But that's your job now, Jimmy.

Jamil.

My name's Jamil.

Thomas Jamil Ali.

Eh... I don't
understand that, guv.

Why couldn't she just...

I don't know, shake
him by the hand, even?

Fear.

Six years ago in Notting
Hill, I got frightened.

And I called somebody a monkey.

So he assaulted me.

And because he assaulted
me, he got sent to prison.

And because he
got sent to prison,

his son learned
to hate white men.

And why did I do that?

Why do we find
this so hard, John?

Just off the boat, are you?

No, missus. I was born here.

Sorry, pet, we're
full up anyway.

"Let him call for the
elders of the church.

Let them pray over him,

anointing him with oil
in the name of the Lord.

The Lord shall raise him up.

If he has committed sins,
they shall be forgiven him.

Amen."

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