Shoot on Sight Page #6

Imran! Imran!

Laces. Come here. Nervous?

Sort of.

Don't be. You'll

be fine. Just watch.

Everyone's bigger than me.

It's not about size.

It's about speed.

Remember what I

taught you. Go for it.

Come on, Imran.

All right.

What's the matter with

you two? Come on, cheer up.

You're supposed to

be supporting Imran.

Come on, Imran. Where are you going?

Toilet.

Well, hurry up or you'll miss him.

Come on.

Ball away.

Why haven't you

returned any of my calls?

Three guesses and the

first two don't count.

Look. I said I was sorry, all right.

I just didn't want

to look like a coward.

What? And make me

look like a prostitute.

Whatever. It's done. We're over.

- Ow!

- I just wanna talk to you, all right?

- You're hurting me.

- Why are you being such a witch?

Let her go.

Who are you, then, eh?

He's my cousin.

Yeah, piss off, mate.

It doesn't concern you.

I said, "Let her go. "

Darn you.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Let's go.

Deputy

Commissioner Tennant's office.

Well, it looks in order to me.

Am I missing something?

This is the tape of the anonymous

caller who phoned in the tip.

Listen, they're up to something.

They're coming. Going.

Do it now. Have to check it out.

The address. 16, Mill Lane Garden.

Did you hear that?

Tariq, I am very busy.

I have a meeting in a few minutes.

Look, it won't take a second.

Just listen to it.

The address. 16 Mill Lane Garden.

Did he say Mill Lane Gardens?

The wrong address.

Blooming hell.

- Who else knows?

- No one.

Let's keep it that way. I need

to talk to the Commissioner.

I'll take that.

His name is Junaid. He's been

on special branch's watch-list

for about a year.

Only he and Ali are friends.

You see what I see.

Our esteemed Commander

shaking hands with a

known Muslim extremist.

It's hardly a smoking gun.

Depends where you're aiming.

For example, if some nosy

reporter were to get hold of him.

Can I get you another?

I am very particular

about who I drink with.

Oh, flattery will

get you everywhere.

Hold the presses.

Bismillah (in the name of Allah).

Assalum aleikum.

Aleikum assalum, Yunus brother.

I want two.

- You want two sheep.

- Yeah, that's right.

Hey, mate.

Hello.

Tariq, have you see

the News Daily today?

I wouldn't use that

rag to wrap your meat.

I suggest you have a look.

Have you any idea how this happened?

I have my suspicions.

It won't do,

Commander. It won't do at all.

I have known Junaid

since I was a child

but we're barely on

speaking terms any more.

Nevertheless, the

Commissioner feels

and I agree, it might be

best if you took some time off.

A holiday. You look

as if you can use it.

And after this blows over.

We'll perhaps look again

at your request for promotion.

Please give my best to Susan.

I'm home. Oh, hi.

I didn't know you...

Oh, class got cancelled.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

You're sure? You look a bit pale.

After dedicating nearly

my entire adult life

to the service of these men.

After working longer and

fighting harder than

any white officer in the force

having my own people consider me

a traitor, after all this.

These men for whom I

have always had nothing

but the highest respect,

they doubt my integrity

question my honour.

Tariq, so much has

changed over the years.

But certain things,

perhaps, will never change.

I used to run down the

hill every morning

to catch No. 8 into town.

Same bus everyday.

The driver, Eddie, nice bloke,

he would wait for me

if I was late to show up.

I was his regular. There

was what? Five or six of us.

We rode together everyday.

We were not mates, but

we knew each other well.

And not a smile, a few pleasantries.

You know, Tariq, July

that I missed the bus in years.

But I was there the next day.

Hey. Hey.

Morning, Eddie. Miss one day

and you forget all about me.

Sorry.

And everything...

Everything was different.

Morning, Kate. No more smile.

Just that look.

Nothing that happened before

that day, none of it matters now.

All they see now

all they will see when

they look at us, are terrorists.

You don't really

believe that, do you?

Who died?

What? It's like a funeral in here.

Please. I've had a very trying day.

Dad. Dad.

What?

What time are we going to

the galleria on Saturday?

I'm sorry. There are...

I don't think I can make it.

But the book signing.

You promised.

We'll do it another time, yeah?

Tariq.

Okay, once more with tension.

Just finish your dinner, young lady.

It's your turn to do the washing up.

We'll go to the Galleria,

just the two of us.

How would that be?

Thanks, Mum.

What?

Found this in Zaheer's room.

So? What are you trying to say?

Look closer. It's the same shirt.

Oh, come one, Susan.

That's a very famous Pakistani band.

There must be hundreds

maybe, thousand of

T~shirts with that logo.

Yes, maybe in Pakistan.

Susan there...

I know he's your nephew.

But I'm your wife.

I need you to listen to me.

I want you to see what I see.

See what you see?

I know what you see.

When you look with

those western eyes

brown skin is the

first thing you see

and terrorist is the first

word that pops into your head.

Sometimes, I wonder what

you see when you look at me.

Well, I used to see my husband.

I wonder where he's gone.

Because I miss him.

Thanks, Mum.

Officially, they're saying,

he's on holiday.

We British do love our euphemisms.

So much more

pleasant than the truth.

How's he taking it?

Like someone ran

him down with a bus.

Things are very tense at the

department right now, Susan.

Phone lines are lit up

day and night with tips.

People who think

their neighbours are

making chemical bombs

in their bathrooms.

Most of the time, it's nothing.

Just people's

imagination running away.

So, do you think

it's my imagination.

The limp in his walk and that

T~shirt stuffed under his bed.

And the way he covers up the computer

screen and his radical views.

Yes, but it's hardly

conclusive evidence.

So, you don't want to help me then?

Susan, if your husband, my boss

finds out that I

went behind his back

and had his nephew

tailed as a terror suspect.

Well, I can just kiss any

hope of a promotion goodbye.

Who would tell him?

He's here.

- Assalum aleikum.

- Aleikum assalum.

Elijah got everything you requested.

I hope it's enough.

It should be fine.

How long will it take

to complete the job?

I need to be careful. I only

have access to the lab after hours.

Someone on the janitorial

staff is sympathetic to our cause.

It's always good to

have such friends.

There's been a change in plan.

It will happen this Saturday.

Saturday?

Insha'Allah (If Allah wills).

You must accompany

Elijah to help with the job.

That is not what we agreed on.

Things have changed.

Aziz has been taken in

and the authorities are

keeping a closer eye on things.

Elijah cannot do this alone.

I need someone I can trust.

I can trust you, can't I? Can't I?

Yes, Imam.

Darn.

God be with you. Allah Hafiz

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