By that tree. Just under the surface. Go on, then.
OK.
What's your first name, Detective Superintendent?
Peter.
Peter?
Well, Peter, I'm very sorry it has to be this way.
GUNFIRE ECHOES
Coroner has given a verdict of suicide. Come on, let's go.
Why was Frankie doing a foreigner? Experienced forensics are rare. Oh? She got called out. When?
Last week. She didn't say anything. Does she need to?
I guess not. Where did it happen? Probationary service hostel.
The coroner recorded a suicide. Why are we interested? Frankie thinks the verdict is unsafe. Does she?
Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning morning. How are you?
Ah, this is cosy, isn't it? You're in a good mood. It's all about positivity, Grace.
Is it? I'll take the white one.
You're not an irrational man. I like to think I'm not. You don't lack logic.
Is that an observation or a question? So if a problem exists... If. ..it exists for a reason. If.
The police were satisfied as the gun was found in his hand, and the coroner accepted it - too quickly.
We were rushed out before the FDRs were even checked properly.
Having been dragged out of bed, I was bloody furious! Go get 'em, girl! Was he knocking boots? What?
You know. Oh, yeah. No. Anyway, this is the 38 special discovered in the victim's hand.
One shot was fired at close range,
and the lab have confirmed that the bullet recovered is a match for two unsolved fatal shootings. Unsolved!
One in 1977 and one in 1983. That's my news. Can I have a look at the gun? Yep.
The serial number's erased. Fingerprints? No, and I've to check for DNA. The lab didn't do that?
The police didn't request it. It was down as a suicide. They matched the bullets quick enough. Anomalies!
Congratulations, Frankie. Well done. Our next case. Great. Wait a second!
What happened to Mr Positive?
You accept a problem exists. What do you want me to say? This isn't about what I want.
Look... Elsbeth. I know your name. I know who you are you - I sign the cheques.
What I'm trying to say, in the most polite way,
is that, um...
I don't this is going to work. What did you expect? A quick fix, and then back to the fray?
You came because you identified a problem, or did you come to please someone? Listen... That's my job!
Are you getting annoyed? No, I'm getting real. So long as I know the difference.
"We are such stuff as dreams are made on,
"and our little life is rounded with a sleep."
"..such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep." Hi.
Bernard Leahy was a dope dealer who got in over his head and owed money across the city.
Malcolm Cornwall was a bookmaker suspected of money laundering.
Both were shot in the street, single bullet to the head. Leahy in Islington, Cornwall in Soho.
He served with distinction in the Falklands, Gulf and Kosovo.
He joined the probationary service in 1999. He was popular, unmarried, without debt or political ties.
Quite a saint. So who would have it in for a saint?
A sinner. Saints and sinners have a sort of symbiosis - they need each other. Yeah, we'll think about it.
What about a Serb or an Arab with an axe to grind? Unlikely. Why?
He was an engineer. No, but it's possible. He travelled all over the world. Maybe he wasn't so good.
Maybe he had enemies. What about an ex-con who had it in for him because he'd revoked his licence?
I want you to think, if you don't mind, beyond the zone of perfection that surrounds this man.
Or maybe he shot himself. Or, as Mel says, quite justifiably, maybe he just shot himself.
So we should eliminate that first, right? I think that would be prudent. Is that all right?
Yeah. Yeah, great.
Thanks very much. Thank you.
Has he been toking? Perhaps you should investigate that first!
I don't ask my clients to lie on the couch and slag off their parents.
Have I got off to a bad start?
Cynicism can be a sign that someone is unable to express their feelings constructively.
Why aren't you taking this seriously? I am. Go on, Peter, say what you want to say.
When I wake up, my first thought isn't about how I can constructively express my feelings that day.
What is it about? I don't know.
Um...
have I got a clean shirt? Is there any milk for the tea?
Is the milk off? Why does it take so long for the hot water to come out?
Try to remember where I parked the car. I'm just kidding.
Um...
Why is there so much dog shit everywhere?
Why have people stopped looking out for each other? We're a nation that's gone up its own arse.
Do you wake up miserable every morning?
Oi! Don't even think about it!
Police. This is my car, all right? What's the matter?
I don't want any attitude from you, you... You've got ten minutes left.
Well, what do you...? It's my shopping list.
Oh. Don't forget the butter, then.
Have a nice day.
Have you ever been to a probationary hostel before? No, actually, I haven't. It's like a human zoo.
You don't believe in rehabilitation? My experience goes against it.
If Tim Denby didn't shoot himself and one of the residents did, what could be a possible motive?
A row over tea bags, a dispute over which TV channel they're watching.
Motive to them isn't like motive to me and you. That is so blinkered.
It's not blinkered.
OK, second floor - some bedsits and bathrooms. Ground floor - TV room,
laundry room, communal kitchen, some bedrooms, including scene of crime.
His head was turned that way towards the window.
Was that because of the the impact, or because of the position he was in when the slug hit him?
You mean was he asleep when someone snuck up on him?
Well...
..looks pretty obvious to me.
Or, he was laying on the bed, gun in his hand, thought his last thoughts, and...
What's the name of the guy who found him? Er, Don Keech. What was he in prison for?
I killed the man who interfered with my sister. Interfered?
In her private parts. You didn't shoot him, did you?
No, I didn't shoot him. Have you ever handled a gun?
I strangled him after we got drunk and I put him at his ease.
I told him I knew what he'd done.
Then when he was dead, and I saw I'd killed him, I was horrified.
Did you shoot Tim Denby? No. Ever shot anyone? No. So we won't find firearms residue on your clothes?
What? It's the stuff that fires the bullet.
I dunno.
We're gonna need your clothes, Don.
OK. AFTER the interview.
What are you thinking? The wound's at a funny angle. Is that a technical term?
It's a funny angle to hold the gun if you're gonna shoot yourself. Why make yourself uncomfortable?
Any signs of a struggle? Nope. No wounds on the hands, the usual sign of defence against attack.
So he either knew his attacker, was taken by surprise or didn't see the threat.
Or he was taking forty winks before the 11 o'clock curfew and knew nothing about it. Mmm.
Forty winks that would last an eternity.
That's a bit profound, Boyd. Very melancholic.
I'm expressing my inner thoughts. It's good to share.
He could be our hit man, has that occurred to you, from '77 and '83? Someone put a contract out on him?
Why feign a suicide? And why use the same gun traceable to previous murders?
Makes it look like he had a bad case of conscience and topped himself.
Or he really did have a bad case of conscience and he topped himself, but that brings us back to this.
No note, no warning signs, no history of depression.
Where did he get the gun? He was in the army. This M10 wasn't army issue.
He lived in a house full of ex-cons. True, true. Yeah.
It's hard to read anything from the wound because the gun was shot at close range.
It was self-inflicted, or inflicted by another person. The powder burn around the wound is the same.
Suicide. Or not. That's the question.
What happened the night Tim died?
I was in my room...
and I heard a bang. What sort of bang?
A gun bang! What time?
About 11. Were you in bed?
No, I was doing my t'ai chi. Is that part of your anger management?
Mental training for a disciplined mind.
So you heard a gunshot. What did you do, then?
I went out into the corridor. Did you see anybody? No.
Were any of the others up?
No, they were asleep or scared.
What happened when you went into Tim's room?
I checked his pulse.
So you presumed he'd shot himself?
Yeah. Then what?
Then I went to use the phone box to phone the police...
..and I met Sam coming in...
..and, well, Sam's a bit better at dealing with those things than me, so he dealt with everything.
What is it, Don? Sam? What's wrong?
Sam...Sam...Jacobs.
Sam Jacobs. Where can we find him?
CLASSICAL GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS
Yes.
Sam Jacobs?
That's me. DS Silver.
DI Jordan. Where'd you learn to play like that?
Did a bit of classical in my teens, then gave it up to join a blues band.
That didn't work out.
I headed off
to Marrakech,
but found Granada
and Flamenco.
You teach it now, is that right?
Not for a while.
Yes, part time at the Met City University. I took my MA there. What about the rest of the week?
Private lessons, occasional studio sessions. You called the police the night Tim Denby died.
Yes.
He was a good man. If he was depressed, he hid it well.
Where were you earlier that night? At home, with my family. I got back here for curfew.
11. That's right.
You made the call at... nine minutes past.
Why the delay?
Don was having what looked like a panic attack.
They're gonna blame us! Don! I can't go back to prison! Don! I can't... Don, listen to me!
I need you to calm down.
Do you believe Don's story that Tim shot himself? Have you met Don?
Yes.
He's a compulsive truth teller.
Doesn't it seem odd that nobody else heard the shot?
Prison teaches most men to see nothing,
hear nothing.
What did it teach you?
RHYTHMIC TAPPING
HE PLAYS FLAMENCO MUSIC
Practice, practice, practice! Nothing else works. It's yours, man. Property is theft.
Thanks. I'll get another one.
See you later, mate.
HE INHALES, THEN EXHALES DEEPLY
Yup, that's her name. There's some others, too.
Oh, my God, Sam.
What are you doing here? I live here, remember?
Curtains are twitching. They haven't stopped.
If you'd told us tomorrow, we'd have been there for you.
How did you get home? Bus. I wanted coming home to be as ordinary as possible.
It is you, isn't it?
Hi, Dad!
Hello, baby.
I thought you only went out for a pint of milk. It was a long queue.
TING! Mum put in some serious chanting for your early release.
Well, it worked.
PHONE RINGS
It'll be the college - one of my students is having problems.
Look, this is the deal - act normal or I go back. OK, you can stay.
Hi...
Oh, that's OK. Sorry about earlier on.
Yeah, go ahead.
I can't believe you're here!
Me, too.
How's the piano going? Oh, you know.
Practice, practice, practice. It's the only thing that works.
Is that it now? All over?
I can't stay here overnight for a while.
Yeah, Mum said. Hostel or something? Just a couple of months.
Less if you behave yourself.
Maybe.
Anger's not a negative emotion, Peter, it's a primal urge.
That's a comfort. We live in a competitive world, and aggression plays its natural part.
Without it, there'd be no sport, no business. No police force. Yes.
The problem is in how anger is perceived by others.
The way it's portrayed, the body language, the tone and pitch of voice.
Or if I'm just being assertive. Are you? Well, that's what I perceive it as being.
Assertiveness offers choice.
Do you?
Anger is a secondary response - it's triggered by something else.
By an object, a person, time of day, alcohol,
the feeling your expectations aren't being met - "Why do I have to do everything myself?"
Then there's an escalation followed by a crisis -
the shouting, the accusing, the cursing, and the hitting out!
It then plateaus, and we become aware of ourselves - the dry mouth,
the sweating, the high pulse, the sore hand.
Then it tips into post-crisis depression -
feelings of hopelessness and melancholia, the need to make amends, to apologise.
Does any of this sound familiar?
All right, I'm an angry man.
But not incurable.
SHE SAYS A PRAYER IN HEBREW
Why do we still do this? What, bring in the Sabbath? Yes.
Tradition. It's very hard to let go. It's habitual, not tradition.
Well, it's a good habitual.
You're a Buddhist - how does that fit in with your Jewish habitual? I'm a Jewish Buddhist.
You can be two things at the same time. If you play two instruments, one always dominates.
Dad?
SOBBING
I...
Sam?
Rabbi Solomon? Good to see you.
Rebecca telephoned. She's not here.
I know.
Forgive me, Rabbi, I... Reg, call me Reg. I'm semi-retired now.
You're going to ask me in, perhaps?
BREEZY POP MUSIC PLAYS
FRANKIE SINGS ALONG TO THE MUSIC
What's his name? Why does it always have to be a man? Why can't I just be in a good mood enjoying my job?
Oh, him. Yeah, well, at least he doesn't say too much. His feet don't smell either.
Talking of smelly feet!
Hi. What?
Has he moved in? Not all of him.
Right.
This is the result of my own tests for FDR which I've compared to those we took at the scene of crime.
Don't worry about the blood - it's just red dye to represent where he bled. OK.
The points that I've plotted show the distribution of firearm's discharge residue from the gun,
and where it ended up.
This pattern here is a very near match to the original. ..Can you hold that? Sure. Thanks.
If you line up the axis of entry and exit wounds
with the chip in the headboard and the hole in the skirting board where the bullet lodged,
the position of the gun barrel in relation to Tim Denby's head
is here.
He did not shoot himself. Unless he was a contortionist.
He's made of rubber. Well, there's more. Over here.
The bullets that killed the three victims were home-made.
Can you see at the edges where it's been clipped... Mm-hm.
..compared to the manufactured bullet? So this is his signature.
The DNA tests on the gun... You're still waiting for the results.
Yeah, and I haven't started on the tests from Bosco House. That's OK. You've been busy.
PHONE RINGS
Hello.
Mum, hi.
I can't really talk at the moment.
Just turn that switch to the right to the 6 o'clock position.
Is the red light still on? You've turned it too far, Mum.
OK, stay calm. I'll pop over after work. Bye.
Sorry about that. That's OK. It's fine.
Rebecca shouldn't have called you.
But she did.
I haven't been to Synagogue in 30 years. We missed you. Seems you didn't need us.
I thought everyone needed God. I thought I was the Rabbi.
Oh, sorry. I'm just... Lost your sense of humour, perhaps.
It's prison. I understand. It takes time to readjust. Be patient.
It'll come. Will it? Rebecca thinks you're making too big a demand of yourself. What do you think?
I went to see the man I maimed, Steven Walsh.
Steven.
What are you doing here?
Get back! I needed to speak to you, Steven.
I'm calling the police. I could get you locked up, you know!
I wanted you to hear me say that I'm sorry.
Look at me! You're a mad man!
I'm truly, truly sorry. I'm calling the police now!
You wanted his forgiveness? No.
Then what?
You've atoned for what you've done. Prison.
A price paid.
And you tried to make your peace with Steven. Be content.
Describe a situation that makes you angry. Well, um... Do you get angry at home? With myself?
No, with family. I live on my own. What about with friends?
No, I think I'm considered to be quite an even-tempered guy outside my work. But you're not at work.
I'm not perceived as being, as such, you know.
Describe a situation.
Um...
well, um, for instance, um...
This feels...
This feels phoney, this situation, me talking to you like this, it's very false... It's real to me.
For instance? For instance, um...
..well, we're discussing a case...
There seems to be no relationship between the victims. That we know of. Except the gun. Which tells us?
Most likely contract killings. Why can't you be certain? Because nothing ever can be.
Then they might go off the point or they're reluctant to follow my lead.
How does that make you feel? Frustrated. What do you do? I get pissed off.
Where does it say that? Have confidence, make a decision!
Is that reasonable? Yeah, I think so, yeah. Why?
I'm always in the driver's seat. It'd be great for once if they could pick up and run with something.
OK, well, the earlier killings. Which ones?
Leahy and Cornwall. Specificity, Spencer. Tricky word, easy thing to do.
Do you have too high an expectation of them? No, they're a good team.
What other ones are we talking about?
Are we looking to profile one hit man or more than one hit man?
Perhaps you don't communicate your high expectations. When you get frustrated how do you react?
I pace about, I raise my voice. Stamp your foot and say I want it now? Yeah. That's what toddlers do.
Wow.
When you recognise the trigger, I want you to stop.
Take time out. When your mother told you to count to ten, she was right.
Sometimes thinking of someone you love
or a calming phrase can help. I wandered lonely as a cloud. Humour's good too.
This could be something, but interpreting DNA profiles from a multi-occupancy house is not easy.
It's like rebuilding a potato from a vegetable soup.
Exactly. But I did get two strong samples.
Nothing to suggest guilt, it's just that they were in Tim Denby's room at some point.
This sweatshirt has traces of FDR on the sleeve which is a match,
but that could be from contact with the deceased or the killer.
Or he could have shot the gun. Possibly, but not conclusive.
Nothing a good defence brief wouldn't kick into touch. The sweatshirt belongs to?
Um, Don Keech.
Don Keech.
And the two DNA profiles?
Both on the register.
Samuel Jacobs...
..and Mark Andrews.
Have you ever been to Bosco House, the probationary service hostel? Yes, I went to visit a friend. Who?
Sam Jacobs. We were in the nick together. Did he know you were a rapist?
I don't want to discuss that.
No.
Thank you.
When you went to visit Sam Jacobs, which way did you enter the building? The front door, how else?
Did you sign in? Yes. Who signed you in? I don't know. How long were you there?
Half an hour. Not long to visit a friend. It was coming up to curfew. Why not get there earlier?
He was at home. OK, so why not visit him there? Cell-mates don't make good house-mates.
Which rooms did you go into in Bosco House? I don't know, um,
the TV room, kitchen, toilet.
Tim's room? Who's Tim?
When I came through the front door, I saw Don by the phone. What sort of emotional state was he in?
Tim -
I think he shot himself.
He's dead, ain't he?
Yes.
Did you go into the room where Tim was shot? No.
Can you explain, then, why your DNA was found in that room?
Yes, I stayed in it for a few nights. It's the room for new arrivals.
Sorry, um, why was Tim in it?
If the room isn't occupied, the duty manager uses it.
Why didn't you go into the room? Wasn't your instinct to see if there was anything you could do for Tim?
My instinct was to vomit.
I'd not seen a man with a bullet through his head before.
Your DNA was discovered in the room where Tim Denby was shot.
Never heard of him. He was the deputy manager of Bosco House. Did you ever meet him? I don't think so.
Did you ever go into the room where Tim Denby was shot? I don't know. I told you, I was in some rooms.
I've got a lot of patience. Let's make a list. I was in Sam's room.
Who's Mark Andrews? Mark and I shared a cell together. When was that? About a year ago.
Did you strike up a friendship?
When you're locked up in a cell for most of the day
you find ways of accommodating one another's strengths and weaknesses.
So, why did he come to see you?
Lonely. The night he came to see you, were you still staying in the room where Tim was shot? Yes.
See!
How long did he stay?
'Not long. It was curfew and the conversation had dried up.'
What are you doing here? Easy. I'm on your side.
Tell Phil I haven't changed my mind.
This your room? Yes.
How was it in prison, Don? I didn't like it. That's tough, cos you were there a long time, weren't you?
People say the best years of my life. What do you say? I dunno. Maybe better will come.
Since I've learned to address my offending behaviour, many things have changed in my life.
I learnt a lot in prison. Yeah, I expect you did.
I learnt to be respectful of other people, of their views and property.
I took the course in substance abuse. You'd taken drugs, had you?
No, never, but now I know why I shouldn't.
I did the sex crime course, too,
and I'm not a nonce - I just have the capacity to learn.
I did several courses in anger management. Really?
What, um,
what sort of, um...?
You know the anger that comes from inside you? Yeah. It's to do with disappointment.
We expect too much of people. Mmm. When they fail, we're angry.
Yeah, and how do you control that? How do you control that anger? Various ways.
Not every way suits every one subject. I found what works for me is the t'ai chi method.
What's that, t'ai chi method?
Breathing? It's very calming. It's...
..chi energy, you can feel it.
What's with the arms?
Chi energy.
It's better if I stand up. Is...?
Yeah, go ahead, sure, yeah.
Oh, the shoes come off, as well, do they?
Is that so you can feel your feet on the ground,
get that sort of rooting feeling, like a tree, yeah? Chi.
Yeah.
OK, knees bent.
What's that tattoo there? It's truth. Truth in Chinese, yeah? Yeah. That's wicked.
So the powder from the gun was on this arm, wasn't it, Don?
It can't be. Because you cleaned it off or thought you had? No.
Keep that breathing going. Now I can feel the force, energy - yeah, that chi. That's good.
Were you angry with Tim? What about? He didn't like you much, did he?
Yeah, keep breathing now.
Thought you were a waste of humanity, didn't he?
Murdering little shitbag!
He threatened to send you back to prison, didn't he? Keep breathing, come on.
Is that what he was going to do?
He said to me... Well, not me personally, and I'm quoting loosely when I say this,
that you were a sick, brainless, little cretin.
C'mon, that's good. Keep breathing. Keep calm, Don. Keep calm.
..It was a waste of money they were spending on. Is that why you killed him?
No, I liked Mr Denby, he was a good bloke. Why did you shoot him?
I didn't. Keep breathing. He shot himself. Did he? He did it.
Come on, keep the force going. There you go - that energy.
Calm, that's what it's meant to do, isn't it?
You're going to send me back to prison, aren't ya?
So you didn't shoot him, then? No, I didn't. No. Are you sure you didn't shoot him?
No. Are you sure? Do you wanna go back to prison? No, I don't. What if we sent you back?
You're calming down now. That's good. Calm, calm, calm. I'll be back in a minute, OK?
He's on a mission. Mmm.
I'm Detective Superintendent Boyd, Mr Jacobs. I'd like to ask you a question. Think very carefully.
On the night that Tim Denby was shot did you at any time see Don Keech with a gun in his hand?
Did you do it, Don? No, I didn't! He shot himself, didn't he?
Don.
Don, point the gun down before you shoot one of us.
Well?
I'm going through a mental picture.
Wipe the gun so it's not covered in your prints,
and put it into Tim's right hand
and be very careful not to touch it.
Use the cloth.
I'll call the police and tell them he shot himself,
then wash your hands.
No, I didn't see him with the gun.
That took you a long time. You're not holding anything back?
I mean, protecting someone or...?
Don told me Tim had shot himself.
I looked into the room...
..saw the bullet wound,
blood.
I had to recall if at any time I actually saw the gun.
And did you? Yes, I saw it in Tim's hand when I showed the police where he was.
If Don found the body, why didn't he show the police where it was? He was in no fit state.
I should imagine that a man of your background found it very difficult to adjust to prison life. Yes.
You haven't been coerced, Mr Jacobs, by anybody less sensitive than yourself to act out of character?
I'm not sure what you mean. Are you lying?
No. Well, you do have a history of acting out of character. Once.
A pretty big once. I mean, you beat a man so badly he nearly died.
Baby.
What is it? I'm fine. Just leave me alone a minute.
Rebecca, what is it? No!
Tell me.
Steven came over. He wanted to borrow something. Steven?
We were just talking - he came up behind me and kissed my...
What?
Sam?
Do you take milk? Yeah.
Do you take sugar? No.
Stop it! Please, stop!
Let them go. All three? Yeah, we've no grounds to detain them.
We're not giving up on them. Did I say that? Have you got a plan? I gave you a clear instruction!
I understand the instruction, sir, but not your intentions!
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life
is rounded with a sleep. We are such stuff...
So now you recognise the triggers? Yes. And you're able to stop and redress your feelings?
Boyd. Not now, Grace, I'm having a post-crisis depression.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep...
In the main. You're not sure?
God damn that, Spence!
It's hard work staying calm, you know.
It makes me feel self-conscious. That's good.
It means you're becoming more self-aware, you'll be more able to deal with unexpected situations.
Being conscious of how our mind and body react to our inner thoughts and feelings
is what will enable us to express ourselves more effectively...
..let you get what you want without the anger.
Save that for when it's appropriate to protect yourself or those close to you,
or when it's justified.
When is it justified? When it's not a demand to get what you want.
Angry people tend to make demands.
They want fairness, appreciation, acceptance, a willingness to see things and do things their way.
If these demands aren't met, the disappointment becomes anger.
What about demanding justice?
Fine...
..if it's a reasonable possibility.
As a concept,
it's vast...
..intangible.
If you think the world is against you because you can't achieve justice single-handedly,
it'll lead to feelings of inadequacy, frustration and anger.
Do all roads lead there, then? It seems that way at the moment because you're focussed on it.
No man is an island, Peter. What do you mean by that?
Try not to have the feeling that the whole world is on your shoulders,
that it'll fall apart if it wasn't for you. The sun will rise tomorrow.
Unless the bomb goes off. It'll rise all the same. We won't know about it.
How often would you say you have negative thoughts? I'm not sure. Every day, every hour?
Sometimes that frequently. Every day? Every hour.
You chose some lines of Shakespeare for your calming mechanism.
The Tempest. Very appropriate. Why those lines?
I dunno. I just remember them from school.
Um,
they put things in perspective for me - we're only here for a short time, then we disappear.
Like the stars in the morning, and then the sun rises again.
Life goes on. It's a very positive thought.
Peter, are you all right?
Would you prefer it if we ended the session there?
My son went missing seven years ago.
He just disappeared.
That must be very difficult for you.
It is.
Peter, I think this is still very raw.
Will it stop?
Will what stop?
When I think of him...
Peter...
What you're feeling is grief.
Powerlessness.
You have no answers.
You can talk it through with me,
or not.
You may wish to find your own way to deal with it.
But you will need to deal with it.
Yeah, OK.
OK.
See you tonight, Dad. Bye, baby.
Don't stop in the house all day, OK?
Go out and get some excitement. OK, bossy boots. Promise? Yes.
In five minutes, it'll take us half an hour longer. I thought Buddhists were calm. Only in the movies! Bye.
Sam. Rabbi. What is this? No word in 30 years and suddenly twice in one week! Shall we walk?
Whatever happened to small talk, Sam?
Something happened to you in prison? Since. You feeling threatened? Yes.
Sam!
How does freedom taste? Cold.
Shall we? CAR DOOR CLICKS
Drop me here.
Go for a fag, Mark. I don't smoke, sir.
It's a euphemism for piss off, love.
You're in good shape. Handsome.
Hair could do with a bit of a trim. That style went out in the '60s. There's a point to this, I take it.
Ah, what happened to a bit of chitchat first?
I'd like to get home.
What's the rush?
Little wifey expecting -
knickers off, ready and waiting?
Something like that.
Yes.
I've got a little job for you.
I've retired, Phil.
Oh.
No more guitar lessons?
I've retired! Ah.
We go back, Sam.
Found God, have you?
What if I had?
Have you grown a fanny, as well? Call it my conscience, then.
Yeah, it's a tad too late for that, n'est-ce pas? I've said all there is to say.
And I say the grass will grow through your teeth
before you retire from my employment!
Maybe your little bitch
and the offspring would like to discuss it first?
Thanks for the lift.
Then you must go to the police. I can't. I don't understand what you want from me, Sam. Trust.
Blind trust? Yes. I'm to be the hostage to fortune?
Oh, I'm asking too much of you. I don't know. You haven't asked yet.
Can it ever be justified...
..to take a life?
Wait a minute, what are we talking about here?
Euthanasia? Self-defence? Protection of the innocent? What?
Tell me - what?
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