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Oh, yes. Of course,

a house free of children.

Does that give you any ideas?

We'll have to be quick.

My husband's coming home

soon and he's a policeman.

Oh... you're worth the risk.

Oh, there's a letter for you.

I think it's from papa.

This one?

Huh? Zaheer is coming

here the day after tomorrow.

Look at you, the proud uncle.

My nephew, the engineer.

I like the sound of that.

Hello.

Yeah.

Where's she now?

Oh, all right. All right.

I'll be right over.

I'll be right over.

What is it?

Can I help you, sir?

- Yeah...

- It's okay.

Ruby.

Thank you for calling.

Sorry about the hour, sir.

No, I should be the one apologising.

Follow me.

Rave parties.

Different location every night usually.

Abandoned buildings or vacant lots.

It's very big with teenagers right now.

They think it's retro.

Anyway, somebody called to

complain about the noise

and we managed to grab

a few of them before...

- they did a runner.

- Drugs?

Yes.

Little marijuana, some ecstasy.

Yeah.

If it's any consolation,

she does seem very, very sorry.

So am I.

I was here when they brought her in.

No one else knows who she is.

No reason they should.

I appreciate that, Ruby.

Where did you think she was?

Sleeping over at a friend's place.

Classics never go

out of style, do they?

Does mum know? Great.

I'm sorry, Zara.

But I can't lie to mum

with the same

ease as you can, yeah.

It was just a party.

It's not like I killed someone.

Just a party?

Just look at the way you're dressed.

Who else was at this party?

You expect me to

tell on my friends

as if it isn't bad

enough having a cop for a dad.

Was that guy Shawn there?

Hmm?

Was Shawn there?

Look, Zara.

We've talked about this.

You are not to see that guy again.

You are not to see that guy again!

Why?

You are much too young to

have a serious boyfriend.

Are you joking? In fact,

some girls...

- are married at my age.

- Come on, Zara.

We both know the real

reason why you don't like it.

I have no idea what

you talking about.

So then tell me this then, dad.

Would you be so up in arms

about me dating if my

boyfriend was named Salman.

You're grounded. All right?

Four weeks.

You're grounded four weeks.

No phone.

No television.

No computers, except for homework.

And you are coming

straight home from school.

Four weeks!

That's so unfair.

Unfair.

You want to talk about unfair?

Do you realise what this

could have meant for me?

Can you see the headlines?

Police Commander's

daughter arrested in drugs raid.

That would have been great

for my career, wouldn't it?

Sure, because it's always

about you dad, isn't it?

Our daughter hates me.

If that were true, she wouldn't

try so hard to get your attention.

Tariq, I was wondering...

Oh, I didn't know. I'll come back.

Yes, sir?

Apologies, there was

no one on reception.

My door is always open to you, sir.

Please, Daniel will do just fine.

Oh, all right. Daniel.

I'm on my way out for a walk.

I was wondering if

you'd care to join me?

No.

I promised Susan, I'd quit.

My wife thinks I quit a year ago,

so I change out of uniform

before going home so

she won't notice the smell.

You sure, I can't.

No. I lack your

skills at subterfuge.

I sometimes find a

little white lie

less harmful than harsh reality.

The media are having a

real go over this incident.

You know what they'd print

if we allowed a suspect

to walk onto a crowded

train and detonate a device.

M.E.T. fails to prevent attack.

Damned if we do,

doubly so if we don't.

When will the I.P.C.C.

submit its report?

Who knows? Months, weeks.

The wheels of bureaucracy

turn very slowly.

We just have to weather

the storm then, won't we?

Tariq, we can't stand idle and

let the media vultures

villify us in the public eye.

The Commissioner and I

have decided to task our own

internal inquiry.

I need someone who is not

directly involved with

bulldog and someone to liaise with

the I.P.C.C., go

through the case evidence

interview the family, make

sure there were no blunders

on our part and if there were,

make doubly sure

that those

responsible are held accountable.

Me?

Exactly. I am certain that

your findings will not be

coloured by any

misguided loyalties.

And it doesn't hurt to have a

Muslim investigating officer

does it?

The thought never occurred to me.

If I agree to do this, I'll

need an assistant, an officer

of my choosing.

Whatever you need.

There's something else.

I've heard a rumour that

Deputy Assistant Commissioner Cole

might be retiring soon?

You're very well informed.

Requirements in a senior

officer even more so than

a Deputy Assistant Commissioner

of police don't you I think.

When I was a young

constable you could wander

all over this park and never see

a single non-caucasian face.

Britain has changed.

I like to think for the better.

We need to reflect that.

We need officers who understand

the complexities of a

multi-cultural Britain.

We need officers like you.

Bring me a favourable

result to this inquiry and

I have a strong feeling this

department is going to see

its first Asian Deputy

Assistant Commissioner.

I don't know if I'll recognise him.

I saw him last when

he was just a child.

That could be him there.

The backpack the guy with the backpack.

Hey, Zaheer.

Mamu (Uncle).

Oh, that is him all right.

Excuse me. Uncle.

Welcome to London, beta (son).

Thank you.

You're looking just like your mum.

I hope not, for her sake.

Your Mami (Aunty).

Mami. Assalum aleikum

(peace be upon you).

Aleikum assalum (and upon you too).

Mashallah (Wow), your

pictures don't do you justice.

Oh, what a charmer.

It's very nice to meet you.

Same here.

- Oh, Mamu (uncle). You shouldn't.

- Oh. Come on, pal.

Is this your first

time abroad, Zaheer?

No, I went to Saudi Arabia

last year for my Umrah (Festival).

Oh, I would have loved

to have gone to Mecca

during my backpacking years.

My dear, I told you

they wouldn't even

allow you in there.

Why not?

What?

I'm not a Muslim.

You should have listened to

me when I told you to convert.

Oh, shut up.

Don't start that again.

Dekha bhi (see), never

marry a gori (white girl).

Oh, God.

Mamu, thank you once again for

your recommendation letters.

It's all right, beta (son).

I don't know how you did it.

You are a miracle worker.

Yes, I am. Though, your

Mami (aunt) might not agree.

But just concentrate on your

studies, get your degree

that will be all

the thanks I need.

And in sports news.

Footballer and underwear model

Carlos Vieira can now

add best-selling author

to his list of achievements.

His autobiography

'My Night on the Ball'

debuted on the London

booksellers' charts this week.

The beloved, tall and athletic

midfielder will be doing a

book signing tour in support

of the tour beginning at

the Galleria shopping centre

on the 24th of July.

Yes.

'... on the outside in

towards Kuka coming in here'

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