Shoot on Sight Page #5

On behalf of the Hassan family

I would like to make a

statement to the press.

The department is yet to

produce any credible evidence

that Mr. Hassan is linked

to any terrorist activity.

As such, my clients

are going forward with

the wrongful death claim

against the London Police

and in particular, the

officers in charge of the operation.

Azan Hassan lost her son...

due to inept

handling of this incident.

And rightly, well,

someone should be accountable.

But why now?

Why not wait

for the independent police

complaints commission report?

My clients remain

dubious about the report

or the accuracy of its findings.

They prefer to let the court decide.

My brother was no terrorist.

He was murdered

because he was Muslim.

He was...

That will be all.

Mrs. Hassan...

Can you tell me, why do you think...

Oh, blooming hell.

Are you okay?

No, Susan, I'm not. This...

I have to go.

What's the matter?

Oh, nothing. Aren't

you going to be late?

I didn't sleep very well last night.

Oh, dear. Here.

Assalamu Alaikum.

Wa Alaikum Assalam.

What's happened?

Oh, I fell and twisted my ankle.

Well, is it serious? Do

you want to see a doctor?

No, it'll be fine.

So, how did it go last night?

Everyone on their best behaviour?

Yeah. It was fine.

Good.

This is blooming hopeless.

Oh, come on. We've only

got 62 hours left to watch.

Bring me a tub of French

Vanilla and some biscuits

it will be like my last day off.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Sorry, sir.

Could you give us a

moment please, constable.

Yes, sir.

So, how's it coming?

A few more eyes wouldn't hurt.

Listen, I'm sorry if I

offended you with that

'shipping back to rugged

land' remark in the interview.

I was just trying to get a rise.

It's okay. But he is from Yorkshire.

I understand you were

with Commander Ali...

when he spoke with

the suspect's family.

Baqir Hassan, yeah, we...

We spoke to his mother and sister.

About what in particular?

Well, it wouldn't be proper for

me to discuss that with you, sir.

You've heard about the claim?

Yes, sir.

Strange timing that.

The way they came up with the idea

straight after your little visit.

I don't know what you mean, sir.

I'm sure you don't.

Gotcha.

- She was all over me.

- Bollocks.

I practically had to fight her off.

It was sore for like two days.

What was it like?

Really brilliant. She really

knew what she was doing, yeah?

All Muslim girls have

to wait for marriage.

Yeah, well they're not

supposed to eat pork either.

Didn't stop her

swallowing my sausage.

Zara.

So, what was that, then? Foreplay?

That far? About there.

It's about here.

No? A little further, Ruby.

Here?

Yeah, that's about right.

What do you reckon, officer?

That's right, sir.

You must be quite a marksman.

Haven't had any complaints,

till now, laddy.

You identify yourself

as a police officer?

No, as a postman.

Yes, sir.

Could you excuse us for

a minute please, officer?

You don't like me much,

do you, Inspector?

On the contrary. I have a deep

respect for your position, sir.

It's not really the same thing.

So, the train was arriving,

it was rush hour.

People pushing, shoving,

talking. Didn't it occur to you

that perhaps the

boy couldn't hear you?

Police, put your hands above

your heads and drop to your knees.

Do it.

It's all right. It's all right,

folks. Sorry about that.

Did you have any trouble

hearing me, Commander?

I have to say, I don't like

your attitude, D.I. Marber.

I don't like being

second guessed, sir.

The suspect turned and

looked me right in the eye.

He saw the gun and he

reached his hand into his jacket.

I saw wires protruding.

I had a second, maybe less,

to make a judgement call.

In the same situation,

I would make it again.

I'm sure you would.

How is the view from the

moral high-ground, Commander?

Any skeletons in your cupboard?

Perhaps, sponsorship

letters to a family member.

Issued on an official letterhead?

Ruby, would you mind

getting the car around?

Sure.

You listen to me.

You killed a man here.

A young Muslim boy, not

much older than my nephew.

Right now, I am the only thing that

stands between you and the R.B.C.C.

Perhaps, you should

dispense with the attitude, yeah?

I was following orders.

I've heard that rationale before.

I wonder if you'd been so

quick to pull the trigger

if his skin hadn't been brown.

You think I'm racist.

Yes, I do.

No. No, Commander. I'm a realist.

Remember you're

little press conference?

And you gave that

reporter a dressing-down

for intimating that

all Muslims are terrorists.

You see the thing is

she was only half-wrong.

And the question isn't,

are all Muslims, terrorists?

It's, are all terrorists, Muslim?

And I think we both

know the answer to that.

Praise the Lord.

In the name of Allah, the

compassionate, the merciful.

Now it has become a routine,

that every Friday

we mourn the deaths of

thousands of innocent Muslims

killed by American,

Israeli and British forces

who have no business

to occupy our lands.

Shame on us. We meet here,

offer salat (prayers)

mourn the deaths and forget

everything the very next day.

Shame on you, all Muslims of

this land and other lands.

It pains me to refer to the

events of the recent days

following the declaration of

war against the Ummah (community).

The Muslims in Iraq, the

Muslims in Afghanistan

the Muslims in Lebanon,

the Muslims in Gaza

the Muslims in Chechnya, the

Muslims in Kashmir and where not.

They have declared a war over

our possessions, our mosques

our men, our women, and

our children and our dignity.

The deviant enemies of Islam

have undertaken a new phase

of committing atrocities

against our brothers and sisters.

Their masks have come off.

Their plans have been revealed.

But the wounded body of

crusaders has also become feeble.

And their collapse is inevitable.

Brothers, we must

unite and take revenge.

If it means laying

down our lives, so be it.

Allah o Akbar.

Allah o Akbar.

Allah o Akbar.

Allah o Akbar.

- Allah o Akbar.

- Allah o Akbar.

Allah o Akbar.

Has he gone mad?

I don't believe this.

It's because of people

like him we have to suffer.

Tariq, you people

seem to be in a hurry.

I thought I might have missed you.

Listen, Junaid. Perhaps

this is not the right time.

It won't take a minute.

It's about the Hassan inquiry.

Who are you?

Sorry?

Who are you? The

boy I grew up with

would never spout

such bigotry, such hatred.

I would be well within the law

to arrest you right here, and now.

Always the policeman.

You'll have me beaten as well?

Mamu, please. This is not

the way. They're only words.

Words? This is poison.

What matters is how

we interpret them.

Listen to him, Tariq.

He speaks the truth.

I'm sorry if you people

found my speech offensive.

It was not my intent. Forgive me.

Mamu, please. Please.

It's me. I think I have

something you're gonna want to see.

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