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DISTANT CHATTERING, BABY CRYING

INTERVIEWER: 'Can I ask, where have you travelled from?'

'From Egham in Surrey.'

'And what brings you all the way to Rothbury?

'Why have you come here today?'

'We're here for Raoul Moat.' 'Respect, man.'

'We're here because Raoul Moat is a hero to us.'

'And is that how you see him?'

'I do think he's a hero.'

CHILDREN CHATTER

ICE CREAM VAN CHIME DOG BARKS

TROLLEY CLATTERS

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Look at that lad.

Oh, what's he's hawking? I reckon pizza delivery.

He's too fit. Be a window cleaner or something.

Sam? The bairn's dinner's ready.

All right, Mam. Go on, then.

Ah, the bairn will want his tea an' all.

Aye.

Hey, I'll pop round later on for that brochure, Suze.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no bother.

Hey!

What you selling?

Self-defence classes. Let's see.

Karate?

Who's giving the lessons?

M... er, me. You, ooh...

Oh, man! Face on you!

I can't deny it, I'm an open book.

You've come a long way to give karate lessons, haven't you?

Oh, er, yeah.

No, I was only meant to be here for a weekend.

Long weekend, eh? All right babe, I'm coming.

Well... nice to have met you, Karate Chris.

Maybe I'll see you down the gym or something.

Maybe.

Come on, now.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Christopher Brown.

Now you've got me number!

SEAGULLS CALL

So, what was it really brought you to Newcastle, Christopher?

Debt collectors? Broken heart?

A bit of everything, really.

Certainly the broken heart bit.

Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to... Honestly, it's... it's fine.

I dunno, I just think

we all need a change of scenery sometimes, don't we?

Aye.

Fresh start. You're not wrong there.

Do you like dancing?

Now? Yeah, come on.

That's the real reason that brought me up here...

Sensational nightlife! Come on!

Come on.

INTENSE CLUB MUSIC

SAM GIGGLES

You look lovely. Thank you.

Let's get a look at your ID, there.

Thanks, love.

It's a mug shot, that, like...

Come on. Eh? What's up?

You seen the queue? We're here now, aren't we?

Might as well wait it out. Ah, howay, let's leave it.

You cannat hear yourself speak in there, anyway.

Sam...

Sam. Sam, Sam, are you OK? Yeah, yeah, yeah... I'm sorry.

If I've done anything... No, no, no...

..or said anything, I don't wanna... No, it's not you, it's just...

that fella on the door back there.

He's best mates with an ex from way back.

And he'll be straight on the phone to him,

"I've seen your Sam out with this lad..."

"Yeah, God, he's a handsome bastard." Erm...

Sorry, I'm... I'm... I'm nervous, I'm...

Come here.

SIRENS, DOG BARKS

GATE CLANGS

Sorry, Mam. Is she still asleep?

I lost track of time, and, er... Must've been a good night, then.

Well, it was, er... it was nice, like, yeah.

It was lovely, Mam.

What's he like? He's so funny.

Honestly, I can't remember the last time I laughed so much.

He was kind. He's thoughtful. He's just nice, you know?

He was nice to us. Well, good. About time, too.

Aw... you deserve it, pet.

HEAVY DOOR SLAMS, MEN TALKING

BUTTONS CLICKING

Howay, Samantha. It's me...

..again.

ANSWER PHONE: 'You have one new message.

'First new message.'

'Howay, Samantha. It's me...

'..again.' DOGS WHINING

'You're obviously not there to take my call...

'..so I suppose I better leave you be.'

Shut it, will you?

DOGS CONTINUE WHINING

DOOR SLAMS, DOGS BARK

I'm terrified. But he keeps on calling and leaving messages.

In his head, I'm still his little possession.

Get a restraining order.

Nah, that'll just provoke him. I've got to keep him away.

Social services'll take the bairn away

if they think I'm back with him.

Raoul's not stupid. He'll not come round.

He will, Suze. That's the first thing he'll do,

bang at the door saying I'm stopping him from seeing his kid.

Can you not get your Chris to have a word?

SHE GASPS You've not told him, have you?

Ah, Sam, man! I want to. I do, it's just...

It's all been so lovely with Chris. I just didn't wanna mess things up.

You're not gonna mess it up!

Look, take my word for it, right,

these things are always best out in the open.

You need to talk to Chris.

PHONE BUTTONS CLICK

PHONE RINGTONE

DIAL TONE, INMATES CHATTER

I'll call them back later.

BUTTONS CLICKING, INMATES SHOUTING

Oh, for fuck's sake! PHONE RINGTONE

Who is it? It's nothing, honestly.

You go on in, babe. I just need to...

OK.

DIAL TONE

PHONE RINGTONE

ANSWER PHONE: 'Hiya, this is Sam.

'Leave us a message and I'll...' SLAMS PHONE DOWN

DOOR OPENS

Everything OK? Yeah, fine.

Oh, er, on the table. I got a key cut for you.

It only seems practical, don't it?

Then you can just come in and out whenever.

What's up?

What?

What is it?

SHE SOBS Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey!

Hey, come on.

Jesus, man, it's...

Ah, it's such a bloody mess!

Sammy? Sammy...

..come on, love.

Talk to me.

OK, well, listen, whatever it is, we'll sort it, yeah?

It's my ex, Raoul.

RAOUL: Have you been keeping an eye on Samantha for us?

So, what's she doing, like?

'Not much. Still working in the salon.'

Well, I want you to keep watching her!

I wanna know where she's going

and I wanna know who she's seeing, right?

What was he inside for?

Hitting one of his kids.

Did he ever hit you?

Well, that's why I left him.

He, er... he threw us right across the room one time.

He literally picked us up and chucked us, like a rag doll.

He was like Jekyll and Hyde...

..flaring up over nothing, and then...

all apologies.

It's not just the rage, it's... it's this.

He'll not have it, Chris.

You and me.

He cannot accept anything that isn't exactly how he wants it.

I left him last year...

..but I'll never be rid of him.

He gets out next week, and he's not stopped calling.

Let me go and talk to him. No.

No, it's best all round if we don't provoke him.

Please, Chris.

Yeah, sure, sure.

But if he does come round here... He won't, will he?

He hasn't got a clue who you are, or what you look like.

Let's keep it that way, huh?

GIRL: Dad, Daddy! MAN CHUCKLES

Hello, stranger! Hey.

Better late than never, eh?

Haven't been cos I don't want you thinking...

I'm pulling your leg, man!

You're here now. That's all what matters.

Just you, me... Raoul...

..and the babby. Raoul...

That's what's been keeping us going all the way through here.

I've been thinking about nothing but.

That's why I'm here. How're the puppies?

You've not drowned them, have you?

Joking. I'm joking.

That was a favour...

..to the pups, more than anything. Mm.

Soon as possible, they're going back to yours.

I was thinking that, erm,

mebbies we could all take them for a walk and that?

You know, when I get out, just the three of us.

I think the baby'd love it. Raoul.

Raoul, will you stop all this? Please.

There's no you and me any more.

You know that.

I can change, Samantha. SHE GROANS

I want to this time.

I can. Please. Let's not.

I'll do anything, so you just tell us

what you want us to do, and I'll do it.

I want you to stay away. Please.

Why?

You know why.

What about the little 'un?

We're family. The baby needs her Dad.

Oh, Raoul, for the love of God, will you listen to yourself?

You're in here for hitting your nine-year-old daughter.

I did not!

I think it's best that I just go.

No. No. Ah, please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Please, come on. I won't... I won't make a scene, sit down.

I've heard... I've heard it all before, Raoul.

So many times. HE STUTTERS

Look, we've still got 12 minutes left.

Please.

SHE EXHALES

SHE CLEARS THROAT

SHE EXHALES

If you really do care about her...

..then you'll leave us alone. Please.

No. No.

Do not do this to me, Samantha.

Don't. I cannot... HE SIGHS

You know what you mean to me. I can't go on...

I won't let you. HE BREATHES HEAVILY

I've moved on, Raoul. SHE SNIFFS

And... And you should, too.

You've got someone else?

I'm stuck in here...

..and you've found someone else?

Who is he?

Oh, will you please, just for once, get real!

It makes no difference who it is.

You and me are not together. Who is he?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

RAOUL SNIFFS Everything OK here?

Oh, aye. Yeah.

We always were passionate, me and Samantha, weren't we?

Mm.

As you were.

Tell us who he is now, Samantha.

You don't know him. HE SIGHS

You may as well tell us now because I will find out.

OK.

OK. OK.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

You can tell your new fella...

..that I'm gonna break his fucking back.

I really wouldn't advise that, Raoul.

He's much younger than you.

And he's a karate instructor. Ah, well.

You can tell Jackie Chan that I'll see him next week.

I'm asking you one last time, Raoul.

Please, please, will you stay away from me and the babby?

Or?

My new fella's a policeman.

There.

A copper?

Perhaps you'll leave us be now.

Thanks.

Listen, Raoul. You're a clever lad.

So just use this, eh? Stay out of trouble.

Don't worry.

You won't be seeing me again.

TAP RUNNING, PHONE RINGING

VOICEMAIL: 'Hiya, this is Sam.

'Leave us a message, and I'll get back to you when I can.'

'Samantha, I will carry on calling

'until you do us the courtesy of answering the phone.'

SHE PANTS

Can I have a word please, sir?

One of this morning's discharges, Raoul Moat,

he's said one or two things, made threats and so forth.

Well, that's hardly unusual, is it, prisoners issuing threats?

I realise that, but this guy, though,

he's told his cellmate he's going after his ex-girlfriend.

And is this cellmate a tested source?

He's not, no, but Moat has said similar to one of the cleaners,

and I saw it myself.

His girlfriend, former girlfriend,

when she visited Moat, he almost went for her.

OK.

If you think these threats are real, put it in your discharge report.

PHONE RINGS

Is that him again? Right. Give it here. Let me talk to him.

Chris, I've already told you, there's no reasoning with him.

VOICEMAIL: 'I am rapidly losing patience, Samantha.

'Do not provoke me.'

Security information report for Raoul Moat.

PHONE RINGS

LAPTOP BEEPS, SHE SIGHS

"Just got out the slammer to a totally fucked life.

"Lost everything.

"Lost my business, lost kids to social services,

"gonna lose my home and lost my missus of six years.

"Now just watch what happens."

I'm just following up on security information report

DMBM1682/10 from yesterday,

prisoner named Moat.

Can you just confirm that that particular SIR was actioned, please?

It's still there?

That SIR contains an explicit threat to cause serious harm.

It should be flagged as immediate!

Because Moat specifically stated

that he's gonna harm his former partner!

Can you escalate that SIR straight away, please?

DISTANT: Have a nice weekend. Yeah, I'll see you on Monday.

HE SIGHS You're not feeling this, are you?

SHE SIGHS Sorry.

It's just... once we get the weekend over and done with.

Come on. Let's get you home. Thanks.

I love you.

I love you too.

WHISPERING: Let's go.

Yeah, Suzie's place is fine, babe. Me mam'll be there.

You gonna be OK?

Yeah. Just... you know.

HE SCOFFS Yeah.

Come on, let me get you inside.

I'm fine now, Chris. Honest.

Look, you get off. I'll see you tomorrow.

OK.

SUZE LAUGHS

Hello. Are you coming in for a nightcap?

Do you want me to?

Can you? Just for a bit? Yep. Yep. Yep. Yep.

Yeah! Howay in, howay in.

Ah, you've got him, You've got him for a night.

WOMAN LAUGHS

Hey, Les. Les, look who I found on the step, eh.

Got 'em!

LAUGHTER All right, Mam?

Hello, Chris. WOMAN LAUGHS

Shh!

So, I've gone to the mirror

expecting to see this blonde bombshell looking back at me, right?

THEY CHUCKLE

And me sister goes, "I mean, you did use a fresh lemon,

"didn't you, Christopher?" Mm.

No. I'd gone and doused my barnet in lemon squash, hadn't I?

THEY LAUGH

I mean, you can forget Brad Pitt. I kind of looked more like Ken Dodd!

THEY LAUGH

Hey, do you want another one? Oh, no, not for me, ta.

Ah, go on. The bairns are flat out upstairs. Eh, go on, have a drink.

I dunno. It's getting late, like.

Do you wanna head off? Do you mind, Mam?

Go on, you get your beauty sleep!

THEY LAUGH

What if she wakes up? She's fine, pet.

OK. Go on

All right.

It was lovely to meet you, finally. And you.

Love you, dear. Night-night.

Agh, right, go on.

Thanks again. I'll come round tomorrow.

I'll see youse later. Night-night.

Night-night, Chris. Tatty bye.

See you, Sue. See you later.

Ta-ra, nice to meet you, Chris. See you, Mam.

You too, lovely. Bye.

BOTH: Aww. Dead canny, ain't he?

Suzie likes you. THEY CHUCKLE

I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you.

Isn't he? He is. He's a lovely lad.

Aye. And do you know what, Les?

That's exactly what your Sam needs, man.

GUN CLICKS

GUN FIRES

The fuck was that?

SAMANTHA PANTS Oh!

What's up? What's going on?

He's shot him! He's shot him! No, he's...

Lock the door! Suzie, get the key!

Get the key! Take the bairns!

He's here. Oh, Mam, he's here. He's here.

OK. GUN FIRES

All right. All right.

Police! I need the police. GUN FIRES

Hurry!

DISTANT: Help! LES CRIES

Agh! SHE CRIES

'Police emergency.'

Raoul Moat is killing people!

'Sorry, who's killing people?'

Raoul Moat!

HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRR

SIRENS BLARE

Mrs Clarke?

DI Nisha Roberts.

Is she gonna be all right?

Samantha's in good hands.

The blood... was everywhere.

She was so scared. She just...

I understand this must be horrific for you.

The gunman's been named as Raoul Moat.

Do you know him?

Sam's ex. Would you happen to have an address for him?

No. He's, erm... He's up... Fenham way. I...

Paul will know. Erm, Sam's stepdad.

Did you see which way he ran after the attack?

Car park, I think.

STAMMERS

OK. Thank you.

SOBS

Oh, I don't know.

Looks a bit fussy for a kid's birthday party.

Ah, no. I really like it, Mum. It suits you.

Makes me look so serious.

Mother, you look lovely! You think?

DISTANT: Do you know where the Browns live?

Someone's in trouble.

Mrs Brown? Yes?

Mother of Christopher Brown? What is this?

What's going on, Mum?

Was your son working in the North East, Mrs Brown?

Yeah, why? What's he done?

I'm afraid your son's been shot.

Chris? No.

Call him, Beckie. Phone Chris.

I'm afraid Christopher was fatally wounded at the scene.

What do you mean?

No.

You all right? Morning, sir.

Bad one, this, eh?

Shocking. Forensics reckon he's used a sawn-off.

A sawn-off.

Hey, have you heard of him, this Raoul Moat?

Not till now, no.

Released from prison day before yesterday,

seemingly come up here in a jealous rage.

Shoots his ex, shoots her new fella in cold blood.

Any sign of the weapon? Searched everywhere.

Skips, wheelie bins, drains. Nothing.

No reports on Moat?

Nah. PHONE VIBRATES

He's done what he wanted to do, hasn't he?

He'll have not gone far. Excuse me.

Neil Adamson.

Yep. All right, understood.

Steve Neill's team's on his way over to Moat's house now.

RADIO: 'And in an update to those shootings

'reported in Birtley earlier,

'police have now named a local man, Raoul Moat from Fenham,

'in connection with those attacks.'

PHONE DIALS

'Chronicle.' Matt, it's Diane.

Raoul Moat. Where do we know that name from?

'We covered it, didn't we?

'Got sent down for hitting his kid, I think.

'But listen, leave it with me, and I'll get back to you.'

Diane Barnwell from The Chronicle, Inspector.

Can I ask a couple of very quick questions?

It's gonna have to be very quick.

Erm, can we just establish Northumbria Police

are treating this as an isolated incident?

We don't believe the gunman poses a threat to the wider community, no.

And can you confirm that the perpetrator was in HMP Durham

for assaulting a minor?

How do you know that?

I'm the crime reporter for this city's newspaper.

It's my job to know that.

So these attacks were carried out

by a recently-released violent offender?

All gun attacks are horrendous, whoever carries them out.

They're also extremely rare in this area,

as any local crime reporter should know.

Is there anything else of relevance to our readers, Inspector?

I mean, this is a man

who's come into a quiet, residential area armed with a gun.

And we're putting all our resources into finding that man

and detaining him as soon as possible.

Thank you.

Armed police! Armed police!

POLICE: Front Room clear! Hallway clear!

Upstairs clear! Kitchen clear!

Boss, have a look at this.

Jesus.

He's emptied out the pellets

and packed the cartridges full of lead weights...

..for maximum damage.

TV: 'Forensics have been at the scene today

'to give police a clear review of exactly what's happened,

'but officers have been keen to stress

'that the people involved in this incident

'are known to each other and that it is not a random attack.'

'A postmortem is being carried out today,

'but police are now reassuring residents

'that they're now doing everything possible

'to trace this man.'

Neil. Quick word.

So, the Force Intelligence Bureau have been in touch.

I'm afraid we have an issue.

Apparently, a security information report

on Moat was sent by HMP Durham the morning after his release.

Right. What did it say?

Threat of violence.

MUTTERS: Jesus.

I don't know the details yet. Why weren't we told?

It appears the email didn't reach the Bureau until late on Friday,

after it had closed.

It was only picked up today.

I don't understand the delay. Moat was released on Thursday.

It's being looked into.

And the bottom line right now

is that however horrific the outcome,

this was an isolated domestic dispute.

Moat has done his worst. We just need to find him and bring him in.

If there's an upside to this happening on a weekend,

it's less press attention.

So let's catch him before the pack descends.

VARIOUS PHONE CALLS: 'Hello, Northumbria Police.'

'I saw him in my garden, and I looked...'

'We went to the window,

'but by the time we got there, we couldn't see anything.'

'..spotted on my street

'and round the back of my neighbour's property.'

'I turned, and there was this...'

'A light came on, so I went downstairs, but I...'

'I went outside to bring the dog in, and I saw this shadow.'

'Talk me through it from the start. I believe you saw him yourself?'

Howay, Raoul, mate.

Are you not gonna ask us in, then?

Aye, course. Course, mate.

Moat was dropped at the crime scene

in this white Ford Transit van -

vehicle registration Mark, Lima, Papa, Zero, Five,

Delta, Golf, Oscar.

This mobile phone was found at the crime scene.

We've compiled the info from that phone,

who Moat called and texted,

where they live and who they called.

You've each got a list of targets. Yeah?

We also know that he was a keen bodybuilder,

and he worked the doors at numerous bars and pubs in town.

He was known to fraternise

with our friends from that world.

We know who these people are,

and they will know where Raoul Moat is.

Right, good. Thank you.

Boss. Yeah? From the call centre.

Why are we giving this Sutcliffe character any credence?

Apparently, Moat just turned up at his house.

Right.

OK, thank you.

Detective Inspector Nisha Roberts, Northumbria Police.

How is she?

Surgeon's in with her now.

Are you OK?

Can't quite take it in.

Raoul was always making threats, like, but this...

Was he violent towards your daughter in the past?

Was he violent?

He was like a man possessed half the time.

We used to call it his "roid rage".

You know, all the steroids he was taking.

He'd tell Sam if he didn't bunch his fist,

you know, if he slapped her, like, then that wasn't hitting her.

She'd leave him, but he'd be round next day -

all flowers and apologies, begging for another chance,

and then making a scene if she wouldn't let him in.

Did she not report him?

Police haven't got time for domestics, have you?

I cannot for the life of me

comprehend how he's not still in jail.

Four month, he got.

Pathetic.

Samantha is out of surgery.

She sustained serious injuries, but she's stable now.

Oh, thank God.

Thank you.

Hello, Sam.

How are you doing?

I can't... SNIFFLES

I keep waking up and hoping it's all...

SNIFFLES

I just want him caught.

Was there any indication

to suggest that Raoul Moat might have been planning this attack?

Did he make any threats?

Yeah.

Sam?

SOBBING I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for...

I only said it to keep him away from us!

Said what, Sam?

I told him Chris was a copper.

SOBS

Was he carrying a weapon? Nah. Nothing.

What about his vehicle?

SUTCLIFFE SIGHS I didn't see.

So, he's come here, he's took your phone.

Well, that's what I'm telling you.

And if there's owt on that phone, it's nowt to do with me, right?

Right, look, did he say anything else?

SUTCLIFFE CHUCKLES You don't wanna know.

I can assure you I very much do want to know.

He said youse coppers done him in.

Broke him.

I told him he should turn himself in before anyone else gets hurt.

Right. What did he say to that?

Said he doesn't care.

He's coming for youse. Coming for who?

Coppers.

TV: 'This is the man who police believe could be armed

'and could be potentially dangerous.

'Raoul Moat, from the Newcastle area,

'has only recently been released from Durham Prison,

'after serving a short sentence for assault.

'In the early hours of this morning,

'police say he shot a man dead in the Birtley area of Gateshead,

'before shooting his ex-girlfriend.

'She's now seriously ill in hospital.

'This video appears to show a body lying on the floor...'

It's not just the telly and the tabloids -

some of this stuff online.

Honestly, Matt. Look.

"If my missus done to me what that bitch done to Raoul,

"I hope I'd be brave enough to do what he done."

People just think Moat's some jilted lover

getting his own back.

PHONE DIALS

'Police Emergency.'

'This is the gunman from Birtley last night.

'My name is Raoul Moat.'

Look at that. That's the slugs he's been using.

Sickening, isn't it? Look.

Poor kids didn't stand a chance.

It's not a random, red-mist killing. It's a...

stone-cold execution.

DOOR OPENS Boss! Moat's on to the call centre.

'What I'm phoning about

'is to tell you exactly why I've done what I've done.'

Are we getting anything off the cell site?

'My girlfriend has been having an affair behind my back

'with one of your officers.

'If he hadn't have been a police officer,

'I wouldn't have shot him.

'But you police have had my life,

'and now you think you can take her, too.

'Youse have hassled me for so many years.

'You come anywhere near us and I'll kill you.

'Now, I've got two hostages with us at the minute, right?

'If you come anywhere near us, I'll kill them too an' all.'

Right, can we get any closer to that?

'As soon as I found out he was a police officer, I thought, "Nah."

' "Nah, youse have had too much from me." '

Where is he? West End.

Where in the West End? I think he's moving.

Close as you can get, please. Come on.

'I'll give youse a chance.

'I'll give you a chance to kill us cos I am hunting for officers now.

"Hunting for officers"? We need to get an alert out.

Call it upstairs. Quickly.

MOBILE PHONE DINGS

CHUCKLES

PHONE BLEEPS He's hung up.

MOBILE PHONE DINGS

CONTINUOUS BEEP

GUNSHOT

This is Raoul Moat, the Birtley gunman.

Are you taking me seriously now?

Are you taking me seriously now?

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