All language subtitles for Five days s02e02 Day 002

You can't park that car here, miss.
And you can't ride that bike here.

So that makes us both villains.

SCREAMING

BRAKES SCREECH

Where is your maman?

Why did his mother leave him
in the disabled toilet?

Why not the ladies?
Why not the gents? Nobody would leave a baby in the gents.

Not even a caveman would
leave a baby in the gents.

The body under your train wasn't his
mother. You don't know that.

It wasn't anybody's mother.

The driver was
deceived by the clothes.

Your train hit a man.

There's you.
There's that lady what jumped off.

And there look, it's a person.

There is a person on
the bridge behind her.

BABY CRIES

Ow! I'm sorry.

I was just looking for a kettle.

I'm sure the nurses must
have one here somewhere.

Isn't he beautiful?
Yeah, yeah, he is.

Lovely. Can I pick him up?

Why don't we just
get you back to bed?

Sweet.

Oh!

LAUGHTER FROM TV

Bye, dad.

Got owt to eat?

No, we've got nowt.

There's got to be toast.
Every bugger's got toast.

He always leaves me some money.

Bastard! Pockets. No! No!

Come on, Ross. My dad'll go mental.

No, don't. Come on!

Ross, Ross...

Come on!

After taking a first account from
the driver without authorisation,

this officer took it upon herself

to lead a passenger
evacuation of the train.

No, the train evacuated itself, sir,
quite forcibly.

Besides, nobody died.

Apart from the bloke in a burqa.

I think you will find the
correct term is jilbab, not burqa.

If you're going to give me
a bollocking,

could you be the only person
to remember it's my birthday?

Come with me.

BTP accept that
yesterday's evacuation...

I didn't evacuate the train!

..was conducted safely
and without injury. But...

Private enough for you? Yes, sir.
Thank you sir.

..but this officer was responsible
for a potential compromise

to the Article Two rights.
Open brackets...

I breached whose human rights?
..open brackets, rights to life,

closed brackets,
in that she led those passengers

from a train without due regard
for their health and safety.

Much to detain you in the
Criminal Justice Admin Unit today?

Take a job car. Get down to
the Queen Mary's quick enough,

you'll catch them in the morgue.

Your new best friends have
specially requested your input.

Happy birthday, Laurie.

♪ Girls will be boys
and boys will be girls

♪ It's a mixed up
muddled up, shook up world

♪ I said Lola... ♪

Not many laughs in your job?

♪ L-O-L-A
L-L-L-La-Lola... ♪

Doesn't give up, does he?

Oh, the headlines. "Burqa Boy!"

There won't be any headlines.

There's no way he can compete
for attention today.

Hey, big boy, less of that. You're
going to be in the paper today.

Going to get your mummy to come
and find you. She'll have a job!

She'll not get through security.

You're joking, aren't you?

That old woman got in
here this morning.

Frightened the life out of me.

Now who's being an old woman?

That cleaner got in last night,
too, the one that found him?

I didn't see policemen then either.

BABY GRIZZLES

Oi, you haven't paid for that.
Get back. What are you doing?

Oi! Oi! I'll get bobbies on to you!

Ha! Try it! I'm ringing them now!

On telly there's
bobbies everywhere.

And ribbons round everything.

"Crime scene. Do not pass".

And sirens. And blue flashing lights.

What if nobody knows except us?
Just shut up about it, yeah?

And no grassing. How's it grassing?
My dad says never talk to no police.

Never.

It were that horrible kid
off the estate again.

But you did nothing
about it last time.

Come on.

HORN BLOWS

Come on, you loser! >

If it's any comfort,
it's easy enough to see how the confusion arose.

He looks so young.
Cheeks like a girl.

Any clues on that?

On his age? Difficult.

I need to see some X-rays, check
the fusion of his bony epiphysis.

I don't know, mid-teens?

We need to find the parents.
Could be thousands of miles away.

We need to ID this kid. I need
to take a look at the scene.

So, do we know who our
little jumper was yet?

Lola was an IC3 male,
age to be determined.

Pending toxicology, death was caused
by over-familiarity with a train.

Lola?

You don't really think he
were a trannie though?

Trannies don't cover themselves up.
It spoils the whole point.

I wouldn't know.

He could have been
using it as a disguise.

There were that reporter wangled his
way into Baghdad wearing a burqa.

Not sure how that's a good tactic
for wangling your way into Leeds.

But what do you think?

I like to ask the right
questions of the right people before I think anything.

And what about the baby?
The baby's not our job, is he?

He is if Lola's his father.

Can I remind you that when
Lola was a girl,

she couldn't have
left the baby here

due to the fact that
she was being smashed

by a train at the very same moment.
Do you remember that?

Now that Lola's a boy,
that fact still remains.

And if you don't mind, I've got to go
and find him a new name. Burqa Boy!

But this was a jilbab, not a burqa.

PC Franklin, Burqa Boy and Buggy
Baby are two different jobs. OK?

One of them's mine
and none of them are yours.

So what exactly did you want
from me for today?

I wanted your service report
for the incident yesterday.

You didn't have to leave your desk.

I keep thinking what
if he pushed her. Just stop thinking about it.

What if he pushed that
lady right off that bridge?

Oh, shut up about it!

Hello, Ross.

Run! Ross!

Run!

Ross!

Come on, run! Run!

Ross?

Oi.

So, who are you then?

And where's your friend?

You don't need to be scared.
I'll take you home, if you like.

Oh, Christ! Bastard...

Bastard!

Morning.

Hey. Hey. Can't keep away,
can you?

When do you get to take him home?

Soon as his 24-hour observations
are done, I hope.

There'll be people
fighting to adopt him.

Yes, but five quid
says he's mixed race,

or dual-heritage as we're supposed
to call it these days.

They'll be looking for one
white parent and one Asian and they'll start fretting

about whether the family
should be Muslim, if the set up is Muslim enough...

It's being so cheerful keeps
you going. You like happy endings.

I like putting my knives
in the knife drawer and my spoons in the spoons drawer.

Are these his notes?

Does the idea of medical
confidentiality mean anything to you, officer?

Is it blood group AB? Yeah,
you should have heard the racket

he made when
she took the sample.

That's quite rare, isn't it?

Yeah, I think so. Most people
in England are blood group O.

But AB's more common
in Asia, apparently.

What are you plotting?

HORN BLOWS

There's no evidence of a scuffle.

There's no evidence anything
happened here.

No CCTV cameras,
no buildings overlooking the track.

No bus stop.
PHONE RINGS

We'll have to work hard
for witnesses.

DI Craig.

'It's Laurie Franklin.'

Listen, the baby's AB.

Yeah. Is that catching?

Blood group AB.

So, did you get
a blood group for Lola?

'Would there be a point to that?'

Given all the transfusions he'll need
when they sew him up?

He can't have left the baby at the
hospital, but they could be related.

'It's a blood group,
it costs nothing.'

'Tell you what,'
do it to prove I'm wrong.

Do it cos it's my birthday.

Supercilious git!

Oi! Come on, put it down.

Yeah, right, thanks,
Natalie, speak to you soon as.

Just hold on, I'll put you through.

Those two lads conductor saw?

We just had a report about two
lads thieving close to our scene.

Could be the same kids.

Good one.

PHONE RINGS

He looked more alive this morning.

Thanks a bunch! Took me ages, that.
DI Craig?

OK, thanks a lot.

They've SGM plussed him
against the DNA database.

No match.
Lola's not a criminal, then.

Or not one we've ever nicked, no.

Mr Nobody.

There's no evidence that a crime's
been committed here at all.

So all we're after is an ID
to put a name to him,

and a family
to break the news to.

And I don't want to make
that harder we have to.

I don't think we need to mention
what he was wearing.

It wouldn't do to start
upsetting the Muslims now.

Shut up, Don.

RADIO PLAYS

Thanks for taking me, Dad.
I'm a poppet, and no mistake.

Prove it.

Find me an ice cream.

Oh, I can find you better than that.

His mother will come back for him.
It's obvious.

Not if she's dead, Nusrat!

Not if that were her, what
Danny ran over with his train!

It doesn't work like that,
you can't just...

Walk in off the street and say
"I'm Asian, I'll have him", why not?

Why not just ask them? Look at him.

What you don't ask for
in this world, you don't get.

Dad, please, not today! Oi! Oi!

Out the way!

Mascara all down my face.

The adoption panel
are going to love me.

Oh, love.

Can you imagine someone leaving
her beautiful little baby?

Imagine, someone throwing himself
in front of a train.

But it's easy, isn't it?
Especially in the night.

Arms up for me please. Thank you.

All last night I had that
poem going through my head.

"To cease upon the midnight
with no pain". Who wrote that?

John Keats.

We did him at school.

So did we.

Drop your arms, please.

Thank you.

Morning.

What's up?

I can feel sad if I like.

Vale of tears, this is.

My daughter was a
beautiful baby, doctor.

She's lying.
I've seen the photographs.

37 years ago today
and the sun was shining.

Come on, you can take me home.

Yes? Absolutely.

It's dirty, this hospital.
You could catch your death.

I've seen it on the news
and so have you.

Terrorists pretending to be doctors.

So, is he older than you or younger?

Your brother, Michael.

He died in the war.

There's nothing else to say.

No!

Listen, Didi, I'm trying to put
together a memory box for him.

Everything I can find out
about how Michael came to us.

Photos and quotes
and people to remember,

for when he's old enough
to ask questions.

Imagine if he had no idea?

Imagine that. No history, no family.

Don't you want our baby
to know something about the man he was named after?

You may take my photograph.

You're going to have to find
a big smile from somewhere.

Didi? What is it?

Dr Haydar knows
I didn't mean him.

He hasn't got one of those
beards, has he?

We talked about poetry.

What are those two doing
hanging around your car?

No! No! Leave it. Don't touch that!

Get away from her car!

Mum, shut up! No. You're
ruining any fingerprints. Look.

Leave it be. Don't touch it.

What is it?

Is it from his mother? I've no idea.

What does it say?

I'm guessing it says
"please look after this bear."

In Arabic.

What if my dad's right?

What if we don't ask,
and someone else adopts him?

Here are the questions
the panel will be asking. Thanks.

And don't worry.

What are the main ways you think
adoption will change your lives?

Doh! We'll be parents.

I really don't think it's a good idea

to mention that baby
in there today, Nuss.

No.

OK.

Do it their way. Yeah?

Mmm.

God, he said he'd be five minutes.

I'll get the bus.
You can't get the bus.

I know I'm a burden, but you
could try a bit harder to hide it.

Oh, he's here.

Hello again, ladies.

She's got something with her,
just in case.

Oh, you do fuss!

I'll see you later, Mum. All aboard.

I'll ice your cake,
but I'm not up to cooking tonight.

I'll bring a Chinese.
We'll have cake for afters.

Are you buckled up, love? Yes.

Well, it seems to fit.

That wheel's completely knackered.

Found him.

I wondered if you could help
us with this, Dr Haydar.

"I seek refuge in
the Lord of day break."

That a poem? These are
verses from the Holy Qur'an.

We write such words
on a piece of paper and attach them

around the neck of a newborn child
to keep him from evil and harm.

Nothing to help us identify
Michael or his parents?

I am sorry to disappoint you,
but there is no personal message here.

Proves this child is a Muslim.
You don't know that.

You don't know anything about him.

SPEAKS IN ARABIC

Can you just wait?

The Adhan should be the first
thing a newborn hears in his life.

What harm can it do? Fine.

RECITES PRAYER

PHONE RINGING

No, no grandchildren,
I'm sorry to say.

There was always plenty of
boyfriends, none of them any use.

There was even a husband once.

She went off down south after him
and we hardly saw her for years.

Must be nice having her back home.

Mmm. It's only cos she's decided
I'm doolally and need looking after.

Two women, one kitchen.

This is the one. Ah.

Right.

Thank you. Bet she tells
you loads they don't tell us in the papers. Nah.

She never tells me anything.

What about that girl then,
what went under your train?

Oh, can you keep a secret?

To the grave. There was no girl.

I thought maybe it was her that
left that baby in the hospital, yesterday, you remember?

You're as bad as my daughter!

Of course I remember.
I'm not senile!

What I'm saying is,
it wasn't a girl. It was a boy.

Dressed in women's clothes.

Your face!

Thanks for the lift.

Bye.

PHONE RINGS

All right, love? Put Danny on,
he'll never guess what...

SOBBING

Don't cry, love, what...?

What?

Dad we got through.
We're in. We're on the list.

Dad, we're accepted! Thanks be
to God, we're going to have a baby.

'Oh, love.'

Oh, love. Oh!

Hey, hey. That's Don Parker's desk
and I don't think he'll be too happy.

Social worker got her mitts on it,
but I got prints.

You think you're going to
eat our biscuits?

You've got biscuits? Where?

Don't worry, I'll do your service
report and then I'll slink

back to the pen-pushing hell hole
I came from, never to be seen again.

Biscuits?

I've got good news for you.
This is my interested face.

This is my very interested face.

10.05 yesterday morning.

Four minutes before Lola jumped.

Michael's mother?

Yeah. See what you mean.

Is this personage male,
female, or other?

Don's opened a book on that.

So, what's the bad news.

No, all good news today. I did your
blood group test, and guess what?

Lola is blood group O.

And there's no way a man
with blood group O

can father a child
with blood group AB.

Lola is not Michael's dad.

Fingerprints? Belt and braces?

Belt and braces! They are not
related in any way shape or form.

So you're saying,
don't give up the day job.

I lied about those biscuits.
We haven't got any.

The pub across the road does a
mean Thai fishcake, if you fancy it?

You can buy me a pint, you know,
for being right all along.

I'm not much company
when I'm losing.

I'm going for a fag.

See you outside.

Hello.

Where's your mate?

Thought you two were
joined at the hip?

What are you doing
standing out in the rain?

You never said you're a bobby.
You never asked.

Are you coming in?

Find that, did you, love?

What are you doing here?
Sorry, Dad.

Dad?

Come on, let's get you dry.

Sodding rain now.
That's all we need, eh?

Tits up from the off, this job.

Hope you didn't have
plans for this weekend?

Bindweed.

In my mum's roses. It's a shame,
but I guess it'll have to wait.

My first murder north of Watford.

That's for you to decide, is it?

I'm not deciding, sir,
I'm simply suggesting shyly,

on the basis of mobile phone
evidence showing someone pushing Lola off this very bridge.

We don't know what it shows yet.

But yes,

I am treating this
as a murder enquiry, for now.

I'm going to send Don with you
to interview this train driver.

I don't need minders!

Yes, you do.

He will come out with a load of
technical stuff you don't understand.

All I want to know is if he saw
more than one person on the bridge.

How technical is that?

Dad!

Can we go home yet?

Short of locking him up.

Lot of fuss over a couple of lads
nicking some sweets, in'it?

DC Franklin, DI Craig.
Can you spare me five minutes?

Yeah, sure.

Sorry, you are...?

Mr Hassan.

Of course. It's just
a couple of routine questions.

All right. OK.

Shall we go inside?

Yeah, come in.

One day.

That's all I needed, Luke,
was for one day you to stay at home and behave yourself.

Were you on the train track
when the person jumped?

No.

You've been nicking out of this guy's
shop though, haven't you? Luke?

No.

Did you kick that policewoman?

Who were you with, mate?

I wasn't with Ross, all right.
I never seen him, not all week.

That's four lies you've told me
in less than a minute.

I saw Ross on your mobile phone,
didn't I?!

Can we go for chips? I'm starving.

Yep, come on. But get up here.

I'm not a bloody taxi driver.

Yeah, it were a funny noise, like...

..shoo.

Shoo.

Not like you'd immediately think,
"Oh, there's a sound of a train doing an emergency stop.

Apart from that
you didn't hear or see anything?

Never see nowt all day.

Plenty of kids to man the shop till
they all go off to bloody college.

OK, thanks, Mr Hassan.

Just before, though, right before,
I were serving this customer. She came in for a couple of cans of pop.

I heard a car screeching off
in that direction.

Left in a right hurry.

Left some skid marks an'all.

90 miles an hour it sounded like.

Someone you know?

Never seen her before in my life.

The point is you kicked a lady
and you told me a whole lot of lies

about where you were and
who you were with. It's not on, mate.

The truth is what I like,
you know that.

You'll never get into trouble
for telling me the truth.

So what were you doing there, eh?

Even after I told you not to?

There's wires
that runs down the tracks.

They're made out of copper.

Christ Almighty, Luke!

Is that what Ross' dad does
for a living now, nicks copper wires?

You stay away from that lad,
do you understand me?

God knows what your mum will say.
You don't have to tell her. Yeah, I think I do.

I'm going to tell her.
I want to stay here with you.

It's not up to me, is it?

Only could we get some bread
and milk and that a bit more often?

I'll think about it.

No, you're all right.

There, do you see? Just there.

That little flicker
coming from behind?

No, I mean... We can't be sure.

Do you want crisps?

No. Yeah, go on, then. Smokey bacon.

I still can't work that out myself.

Can you get me a cheese and pickle?

No butter.

Do you mind? I've only just got
rid of that bloody baby buggy!

You see, her arms are out like this,
by the looks of it.

But is she pushing?
Pulling? Restraining?

What makes you think it's a woman?

Mr Hassan had a woman in his shop
before Lola went off the bridge. Can't remember much about her.

Her car left some pretty
good skid marks though.

So she was in a hurry.

What are you doing on the PNC?

Checking the number plate
of that dodgy car

that drove past us outside the shop.

That's odd. Yeah.

Oi!

Headlines.

IC3 male, about 15 years old.

Why did we think it was suicide?

The driver saw him
jumping off the bridge.

And now we think
it's murder because...?

MOBILE PHONE VIDEO PLAYS

Person who took this.

Just some kid.

My kid.

My son, he was playing around
where he shouldn't be, you know?

What ho, big city girl, never
seen an SIO in a uniform before?

Not entirely seeing one now, am I?

My pride and joy, this uniform.

Which is why it's going
back in the locker till I sort your nice mess out.

And while I'm pretending to be
a detective, it's my ambition to look as smart as you lot.

Shove them in that bag,
and come with me.

We've got a lovely
new incident room to set up.

With all due respect, sir, this is a
British Transport Police job and I'm the senior investigating officer.

Not any more. You can't cope.

The lad died on Network Rail land.

The bridge he went off
belongs to the Highways Agency.

Come on, Mal, transport police?

Three men and a dog,
and I lied about the dog.

Right, what did our
young witness actually see?

Nothing. He was arsing around
on his phone. He didn't even know what he had till after.

ABE interview, child protection.
Tick all the boxes,

including the one
that says you don't go near this.

Am I to interview the driver now,
sir?

No, not you,
I want it done properly, here.

You're a level three interviewer,
yes? This one, you do.

From now on you work for me.
He's a significant witness and I want him on video.

Right, this is a county force job
now and we're up and running.

Let's get to work.

I could murder a cup of tea.

Hello, darling.

Who's in charge around here?

I'm Superintendent Carpenter.

Can I help you?

I'm Detective Constable
Bilal Choudhry,

and you've got something
that belongs to me.

Farid Sardar was an illegal
immigrant from Afghanistan.

Came over in the back of a truck
about a year ago.

Fetched up on our manor,
dealing class A.

Now he was starting
to get really useful.

Then a week ago...

he stopped answering his phone.

Gang thing, yeah?
They found out he was informing.

What about the women's clothes?
That a gang thing as well?

Mmm.

Punish him. Humiliate him.

Wipe him from the face of the earth.

Is there anything
we actually know about him?

Not much. I don't even know
if Farid Sardar is his real name.

The Home Office pathologist
said he was in his early teens.

No.

No, no, no, no.

I thought you didn't know
anything about him?

Well, I know he's over 18.

Definitely over 18.

BABY CRIES

Where's he gone?

Home to the seaside.

There you are, nice and clean again.

Oh, here she is.

Here's your big sister.
Hello, darling.

Thanks very much. See you soon.

See you. Look at this.
Look what we've got.

Do you want to give him a kiss?

Oh, he likes that.

What's his name? Michael.

Michael?

Think it suits him? Yeah.

He's vice, definitely vice.

So that guy Bilal -
it's got to be drug squad.

This'll be cos he's a flash git
in designer kecks, yeah?

No I'm a trained observer, me!

Yeah, right.

CHIS handler is my guess.

Running our Lola as an informant.

He'll have seen our misper
report somewhere, panicked,

then got himself sent over
here to clean up his mess.

That's enough to get our case
taken off us. Us? What's this "us"?

You're from Criminal Justice, Admin.

I must have been something
really wicked in a previous life.

What I want to know is
how your DI stands it.

Getting his sorry little arse kicked
off his own jobs every time they get big enough to be interesting.

Sir? I've got someone downstairs
who particularly wants to talk you.

Sir.

Hiya, Pat. Hiya. Are you OK?

Yeah.

Thinking about the pitch of the
bridge. You're going about what?

At 35, and the light were on green.

I were picking up speed.

And just think. I'm sorry,
I know this is difficult, but...

..did you see her before she jumped?

I mean, did you see her
before she moved?

Or was she in movement
the entire time?

I remember her eyes.

Really pretty eyes, she had.

Not dark, not really dark.

More sort of...green.

Pat. Was she on her own?

Sorry.
My mind's just a fog. I'm sorry.

It's OK.

When we spoke on the train...

I told you it were my first one.

Yeah,
I'm wondering why you did that.

Well, that's why I wanted you here.

I need to speak to that
policewoman, I said. You know I need to explain to her.

That girl, she launched herself
at me, you know?

She come right at me, I told you,
and she was looking right at me.

I remember. Yeah.

And it was the same last time.

This woman walked out in
front of me, and she stood there.

Last year this was.
And she looked straight at me.

And everyone said, "No, Pat, no,
it's the train she were looking at, mate, it's the train, not you."

But the train and me,
we're the same, right?

At that moment,
to her, we were the same.

And now I can't get it out of my
head, there's got to be a third.

They go in threes, right?

Bad things go in threes.

And I'll have the deaths
of three women on my conscience.

Look, listen mate.

This is going to come out eventually
so it's best you know now. It might be easier.

The person who was killed
wasn't a woman.

It were.

No.

It was a young lad.

It's all right.

Thank God!

Oh, thank God for that.

'I mean, he looked relieved.'

Well, people never react the way
you expect them to, do they?

I know. But even so...

Useless. Fruitcake, he was.

We've got guests.

How's the driver?

Peculiar.

In shock?

Even more peculiar. He thought
he could see the colour of her eyes.

Who's that?
That's your new Intel Cell.

DC Kevin Cunliffe
making himself at home. Hi!

Can I have a word?

I don't think I can work like this.

Parker, do you know where
that CCTV stuff is? Yeah.

If this is about your son,
I don't see a problem. It's all thoroughly disclosed.

It's not. I'm saying
I can't do this job blindfolded.

It's on a need-to-know basis, I get
it. But I need to know if we'll work together.

We've got an Afghan boy, a suspicious
death. Security threat level stuck on "severe".

And now these two turning up
claiming to be my Intel Cell.

And maybe they are just ordinary
'tecs, but do you know what?

His suits fit a bit too well.

They're on secondment.
Where from? The security services?

From Leeds!

Is this a terrorist job?

Mal, you're worrying
about the wrong thing.

Pathologist just confirmed
Lola was 16 max, probably younger.

So, what, they've recruited a child
as a covert human intelligence source

then taken their eye off
the ball and got him murdered?

You know what? I hope that
little bastard loses his job.

If every CHIS handler obeyed
every rule, we'd be waving a sad goodbye to useful intelligence.

Bilal is a good officer.

His boss will have his ears
for carpet slippers for a bit, and we'll sweep up after him.

Here. This might cheer you up.

"Do it cos it's my birthday", you
said. "Do it to prove me wrong."

What?

Fingerprints?

Two eliminated sets.
Yours and the social worker.

One, unidentified. And one...

Is Lola?

Lola and the baby are not related
in any way, shape or form.

He's still not the father though.
The blood group proved that.

His sticky fingers are
all over that baby's buggy.

"Smug cow" is not
such a good look for you.

No? I think it suits me.

Hello you.

PHONE RINGS

"This is Jenny Mason.

"Please leave a message
and I'll ring you back later."

PHONE BEEPS

'Mum? Mum, are you there?

'Pick up, please.

'OK, never mind, I'm just calling
to say I'm really sorry but I'm going to be late.

'And I've not forgotten -
I'm bringing a Chinese.

'So get the candles on my cake lit!
Love you.'

Boss, if Lola had his fingerprints
on Michael's buggy, and Lola was informing to the Drugs Squad...

Come in, why don't you?

How did you work that out?

I ran that DC's car
registration on the PNC.

It came up blocked.
All enquiries to a DI in Leeds.

Tell me you didn't ring the DI.

I didn't have a chance. You turned
up and started taking your clothes off. Anyway, look, if Lola...

Farid Sardar.

If Farid Sardar was a drugs CHIS,
means the baby had some dodgy people hanging round his cot, yeah?

So maybe whoever left him
at the hospital, maybe they were trying to do him a favour.

Maybe they were trying to
keep him out of trouble.

OK, good. Maybe as long as you
remember your job is to gather evidence and not make up stories.

OK. Bet I'm right, though.

Hey. Can't get rid of you.
He's doing his interview.

I already told it all to my dad.

I told you that's not good enough.

You don't get into trouble,
you don't get interviewed, right?

Come on, lad. This won't hurt.

Sir.

No, no, I just remember
my mum once telling us a story about Sheikh Haamaad,

may Allah have mercy on him,
who was a really holy scholar, like, 500 years ago.

And if Haamaad didn't want to sit
next to some boring person, he'd go,

"Ow! My tooth, my tooth",

so the boring person
would leave him alone,

but he didn't have toothache at all.

So a good Muslim doesn't
always have to tell the truth?

Right. Well...thanks everyone,

until next week,
I ask Allah, the most merciful,

to give us a proper understanding of
our religion, to guide and to protect us from the evils of our own selves.

Mum? Mum? Sorry I'm so late...

Mum?

Mum?

Mum?

Mum, are you there?

'I can't take your call
at the moment. Please leave a message. Thank you.'

Mum?

You dirty stopout, where are you?

It's me.

It's gone nine o'clock and I'm here
with our birthday dinner and...

Mum, could you give me a call?

There's someone here.

Ve are not alone!

Oh, Laurie you're back.

You know, it's years since
I've been to the Coach and Horses.

Next time we go, we must
take you with us, Laurie.

Wonderful wine list these days.

Come on, love, I'll put kettle on.
Mum, I've been worried sick!

Why?
How did you know where she lives?

Well, you know. We swapped
mobile numbers on the train.

The way people do.

Why?

You got a problem with that?

Should I have?

Gerry? Are you coming?

Your mother
doesn't need a babysitter.

She's not well.

Come on.

We'll go in the living room.

Well, it looks like you'll have to be
getting used to me, Laurie.

What have I done with the remote?

I can never find it.
It's here somewhere.

BABY GURGLES

Say night-night, Michael.

Night-night, Michael.

OK, let's get you into bed.

LAUGHTER FROM LIVING ROOM

Happy birthday, Laurie.

PRAYER READ IN ARABIC

BABY GURGLES

VOICE FALTERS

SOBBING

SPEAKS IN ARABIC

SOBBING CONTINUES

Are you all right?

Hello?

Khalil?

You've hurt yourself.

Leave me alone. It doesn't
matter what happens to me.

Stop! Just leave me alone!

Come back! Khalil, talk to me!

This is my problem, not yours.

Who was that brother?

Don't know.

No, Amira, come inside.
It's too dark.

He was fine yesterday.
Didn't settle well overnight, but that's not unusual.

I haven't done anything! Dad!

He's fallen in with
a bad crowd, sir,

if you don't mind me saying.

I thought we were mates.

Think I'm your mate?

I should never let you marry Kafir.

My husband is a better man
than you'll ever be!

RECORDING: 'I remember her eyes.
Really pretty eyes, she had.

'Not dark, more sort of green.'

He's describing someone he knows.
Lola didn't have green eyes.

I want to bring him back in. Can I?

Shit!

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