Shoot on Sight Page #4

Brothers, repeat after me.

In the name of Allah, most

gracious, most merciful.

In the name of Allah, most

gracious, most merciful.

Peace. Assalum aleikum, brothers.

Aleikum assalum.

I am so happy to see

you all here. Brothers

before I say anything,

I urge you to ask me a question

which you yourself

find difficult to answer.

Brother Abdullah.

A movement to create

khilafa will lead to bloodshed.

Innocent people are going to die

and Islam does not condone

the killings of innocent people.

So how do we achieve

khilafa without violence?

Brother, you are right.

Islam does not teach

killing innocent people. So

now tell me, who is innocent

and who is not?

Those who kill Palestinian men,

women and children

are they innocent?

No.

Those who invaded Iraq,

Afghanistan, Chechnya

and killed thousands of

Muslims in their own backyards.

Are they innocent?

No.

Those who throw cluster

bombs on unarmed civilians

those who use tanks

and bulldozers against

pregnant women and children.

- Are they innocent?

- No.

Those who despise you

because you are Muslims.

Those who deny you equality,

jobs, visas

because of your religion.

Are they innocent?

No.

If they are not innocent, if

they are perpetrators or allies of

the perpetrators, then

they are at war with you.

And you are at war

with them, brothers.

Allah o akbar

(Allah is the greatest).

Allah o akbar.

Zaheer, I...

Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you.

I was hoping you

might do me a big favour.

How can I help?

Well, I have to pop out to the

shops and do various things

and I was wondering if you

wouldn't mind picking up

Imran from football practice,

Sure, Mami. Not a problem.

Thank you.

All right, darling.

Should we have a word?

No. Let's just do

what we came here for.

Say cheese.

Don't get involved in

anything you don't have to.

Yeah. But...

Just don't get involved in anything.

Oh, hell. How do you stand it?

Few more years and

you won't even notice.

Smell like morning on the hay.

Not bloody likely. It's

not another domestic, is it?

Complaint of loud

noises and strange odour

coming from the third floor flat.

How would you notice?

Right. Smell anything?

Only your aftershave.

Pat the paint brush, did you?

Oh, cheeky witch. Just

for that you get to knock.

Yeah?

Police, sir. Can we have a word?

Police! Open the door, now!

Yeah?

P.C. Andrews. This is P.C. Miller.

We've had a complaint

about a strange odour.

Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.

It must've been spicy food.

Anyone else in the flat, sir?

No. No one else.

Yeah. I thought I heard voices.

It's just the telly.

Look, I'm sorry, but I've

got something on the stove.

So, can I just...

Hey, who's that?

On the floor.

I've got him. Check

the other room. Go.

Hey, Stop!

Bollocks.

There's another one.

Jumped out the blooming window.

Must an acrobat or something.

I swear.

All right. Just check the kitchen.

Darn!

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Hello.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Gang's all here.

Yeah.

Hello.

Maybe I should call home and

check if the kids are all right.

Oh, relax, Susan. They'll be fine.

Last time you said that,

you spent the night

bailing out our

daughter from the lock up.

Zaheer is there.

He'll look after them.

Here's my boss. Smile.

And his lovely wife.

Susan. Hello, how are you?

How long has it been?

Tariq. How was your trip up north?

Go on, shop talk.

Come on. Let's mingle.

Two glasses of champagne,

you can't take her anywhere.

So, the interview...

Sure. The family

have retained a lawyer.

Nothing surprising there.

Her name's Fiona

Monroe and she is trouble.

Most women are.

Sir.

No, thank you.

- No.

- Why not?

We're in your mum's car

outside my parents' house

where I'm supposed

to be babysitting.

What else do you need?

What about my room?

My mum's passed out.

I'm not ready. Be patient.

But that's what you said

last month and the month before.

You're such a wanker sometimes.

Wait, wait. I'm sorry,

okay? It wasn't me.

It was the other part talking.

You know I love you,

right? Forgive me. Right?

Still a wanker.

Yeah, well, whose fault's that?

Ew, Mark.

A little after your curfew,

isn't it, Mr?

Sorry, ma'am. It won't happen again.

See that it doesn't.

By the way, I...

I think you missed a few buttons.

Bugger.

Look at that. He's got his head

so far up the Deputy's behind,

I'm surprised he can still breathe.

You're jealous.

Any word on the

interview with the family?

I should know something tomorrow.

See that you do.

Sure, retard.

Daniel, could I have a word?

John, I'm in a bit of a hurry.

I was hoping we might discuss the

Deputy Assistant Commissioner post.

Come on, now. This is

neither the time nor the place.

Susan, we got a serious problem.

I have to go. You'll be all right?

Don't worry about me. Go.

Sir, we're required at

headquarters immediately.

Suspected terrorist activity.

One arrest.

Darling, there's a situation

that requires my presence elsewhere.

I'll send the driver to take

you back home. Good night.

John. Harry.

He doesn't even look worried.

As if he's waiting for a bus.

Well, you've really

stepped in it this time, Aziz.

Until now, it's just

been little stuff.

A little bit of benefit fraud.

A bit of petty theft.

And now look at you. All grown up

from playing the proper villain.

A regular Osama in the making.

I believe the suspect

finds me funny, Diesco.

I believe you're right, sir.

Is that it, Aziz? What

do you think I'm funny?

Well, you'll find

this hysterical then.

Know what the sentence is

for committing an act of

terrorism on British soil?

Life imprisonment, no parole.

Should get out just in

time to collect your pension.

That is, of course,

unless we pack you up

and ship you back to rugged land.

I've got a bad idea, actually.

Why should we have the

expense of putting you up?

Maybe, we should just

give you to the Americans.

I've been there,

you know. Guantanamo.

I went to interview

this bloke student.

Got himself arrested as

a suspected terrorist.

Said he was a British citizen,

supposedly lost his passport.

The poor boy was in tears

practically the entire interview.

Told me how the guards used

to make him stand on one leg

for 13 hours straight.

And if he fell over

he had to start all over again.

The look on his face

when I told him there

was nothing I could do.

He got down on his knees

and he begged me to kill him.

Can you imagine that?

Do you imagine being so

frightened of a place

that you'd rather die

than live there another day?

I couldn't. How about you?

It doesn't have to be that way

Aziz. Help us and we can help you.

Look, we know there

was another man there.

Help us find him and

I give you my word.

I will do what I can for you.

It's all right. Please.

God will strike down

upon his disloyal subjects.

Death to the enemies of Islam.

Darn. I thought we had him.

Oh, Tariq. What's wrong?

It's starting again.

Good morning, ladies and gentleman.

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