Plot
Tennison on a new beat investigates the killing of a drug runner, with the runner's employer, "The Street," as her prime suspect. Meanwhile, The Street is conducting his own investigation into the killing, with the help of his team of hoodlums and his vicious Rottweilers. And as Tennison rankles that her subordinates accuse her of sleeping her way to the top, she begins an affair with her married supervisor.
Keywords: abduction, automatic-weapon, autopsy, biracial-family, blindfold, bound-and-gagged, boy, cell-phone, child-murder, child-murder-investigation
Superintendent Jane Tennison: Listen, I don't know what you've heard about me, but, ehm...::DCS Ballinger: What have I heard?::Superintendent Jane Tennison: "That bloody Jane Tennison, she'll be storming into your nick, the balls of your best officers trailing from her jaws, spraying people with claret, calling people Masons, threatening resignation..." Well, I... I just wanted to tell you I'm not a complete maniac.::DCS Ballinger: Aren't you? How disappointing.
Superintendent Jane Tennison: And Henry, don't call me ma'am. Call me boss, gov, anything but ma'am.
DCS Ballinger: It isn't just your snottiness that precedes you, Jane. You're a role model and an icon on the force.
Superintendent Jane Tennison: Oh, Campbell, you said you wanted law and order. Do you remember that?::Campbell Lafferty: Yeah.::Superintendent Jane Tennison: Yeah, I do too. You'll never get it unless you tell the truth. It's as simple as that.
The Street: Now, I didn't actually hear you read me rights, Did I miss that? Am I under arrest?::Superintendent Jane Tennison: No, if you want me to leave just say so. I wont actually go but I know saying so will make you feel like a big boy.::The Street: Just because you don't come Jane, don't take it out on me.
DCS Ballinger: Jesus Jane, I want you now.::Superintendent Jane Tennison: Well so does the desk sargeant, and asked me first. [Walks out smiling]
Tony Rice (born David Anthony Rice, June 8, 1951, Danville, Virginia) is an American acoustic guitarist and bluegrass musician. He is considered one of the most influential acoustic guitar players in bluegrass, progressive bluegrass, newgrass and acoustic jazz.
Rice spans the range of acoustic music, from traditional bluegrass to jazz-influenced New Acoustic music, to songwriter-oriented folk. Over the course of his career, he has played alongside J. D. Crowe and the New South, David Grisman (during the formation of “Dawg Music”) and Jerry Garcia, led his own Tony Rice Unit, collaborated with Norman Blake, recorded with his brothers Wyatt, Ron and Larry and co-founded the Bluegrass Album Band. He has recorded with drums, piano, soprano sax, as well as with traditional bluegrass instrumentation.
Rice was born in Danville, Virginia but grew up in Los Angeles, California, where he was introduced to bluegrass by his father, a semi-professional musician named Herb Rice. Tony and his brothers learned the fundamentals of bluegrass and country music from hot L.A. pickers like the Kentucky Colonels, led by Roland and Clarence White. Clarence White in particular became a huge influence on Tony Rice. Crossing paths with fellow enthusiasts like Ry Cooder, Herb Pedersen and Chris Hillman reinforced the strength of the music he had learned from his father.
David Grisman (born March 23, 1945 in Hackensack, New Jersey) is an American bluegrass/newgrass mandolinist and composer of acoustic music. In the early 1990s, he started the Acoustic Disc record label to help spread acoustic and instrumental music.
Grisman grew up in a Conservative Jewish household in Hackensack, New Jersey. He started his musical career in 1963 as a member of Even Dozen Jug Band. His nickname "Dawg" was affectionately assigned by his close friend Jerry Garcia in 1973 (the two met in 1964 at a Bill Monroe show at Sunset Park in West Grove, Pennsylvania). "Dawg Music" is what he calls his mixture of bluegrass and Django Reinhardt/Stéphane Grappelli-influenced jazz, as highlighted on his album Hot Dawg (recorded Oct. 1978, released 1979). Stephane Grappelli played on a couple of tracks on Hot Dawg and then the 1981 recording Stephane Grappelli and David Grisman Live. It was Grisman's combination of Reinhardt-era Jazz, bluegrass, folk, Old World Mediterranean string band music, as well as modern Jazz fusion that came to embody "Dawg" music.
Mark O'Connor (born August 5, 1961 in Seattle, Washington) is an American bluegrass, jazz, country and classical violinist fiddler, composer and music teacher. O'Connor's music is wide-ranging, critically acclaimed, and he has received numerous awards for both his playing and his composition. As a teenager he won national string instrument championships for his virtuoso playing of the guitar and mandolin as well as on the fiddle. His mentors include Texas old-time fiddler Benny Thomasson who taught O'Connor to fiddle as a teenager, French jazz violinist Stéphane Grappelli whom O'Connor toured as a teenager and guitarist Chet Atkins.
At an early age Mark O'Connor was considered a child prodigy winning national titles on the fiddle, guitar and mandolin as a teenager. In 1975 at age thirteen, O'Connor won the prestigious Grand Masters Fiddle Championships in Nashville against amateur and professional competitors of all ages. Later that year in 1975, after turning to age 14, he accomplished the same feat on acoustic guitar at the National Flatpick Guitar Championships in Winfield, KS. At age 19, he won the Buck White International Mandolin Championship in Kerrville, TX. He is a four-time grand champion at the National Oldtime Fiddlers Contest in Weiser, Idaho —1979, 1980, 1981 and 1984.
Arthel Lane "Doc" Watson (March 3, 1923 – May 29, 2012) was an American guitarist, songwriter and singer of bluegrass, folk, country, blues and gospel music. Watson won seven Grammy awards as well as a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award. Watson's flatpicking skills and knowledge of traditional American music are highly regarded. He performed with his son Merle for over 15 years until Merle's death in 1985, in an accident on the family farm.
Watson was born in Deep Gap, North Carolina. According to Watson on his three-CD biographical recording Legacy, he got the nickname "Doc" during a live radio broadcast when the announcer remarked that his given name Arthel was odd and he needed an easy nickname. A fan in the crowd shouted "Call him Doc!" presumably in reference to the literary character Sherlock Holmes's sidekick Doctor Watson. The name stuck ever since.
An eye infection caused Doc Watson to lose his vision before his first birthday. Despite this, he was taught by his parents to work hard and care for himself. He attended North Carolina's school for the visually impaired, The Governor Morehead School, in Raleigh, North Carolina.
Sam Bush (born April 13, 1952 in Bowling Green, Kentucky) is an American bluegrass mandolin player considered an originator of the Newgrass style.
Sam Bush was exposed to country and bluegrass music at an early age through his father Charlie's record collection, and later by the Flatt & Scruggs television show. Buying his first mandolin at the age of 11, his musical interest was further piqued when he attended the inaugural Roanoke, VA Bluegrass Festival in 1965. As a teen Bush took first place three times in the junior division of the National Oldtime Fiddler's Contest in Weiser, ID. He joined guitarist Wayne Stewart, his mentor and music teacher during Sam's teen years, and banjoist Alan Munde (later of Country Gazette) and the three recorded an instrumental album, Poor Richard's Almanac, in 1969. In the spring of 1970, Bush attended the Fiddlers Convention at Union Grove, NC, and was inspired by the rock-flavored progressive bluegrass of the New Deal String Band. Later that year, he moved to Louisville and joined the Bluegrass Alliance. In the fall of 1971, the band dissolved and reformed as the New Grass Revival.
John Wilkes Booth was a southern man
Born of an actor in Maryland
Bound for fortune on a gas-lit stage
Bound to die at a tender age
Washington to Baltimore
He played the bills and he slept with whores
And he burned inside with a hatred deep
For the man who caused the south to weep
Young Abe Lincoln wasn't young no more
Tired old man when he won the war
And he dreamed at night of his death by the hands
Of the bitter world and a faceless man
And he saw his body in a ghastly dream
Draped in black while his widow screamed
Two silver dollars on his eyelids lay
Abraham Lincoln has died today
And they said there were five and they said there were ten
Some say there was never more than just one man
Oh, it's awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land
John Wilkes Booth and his band of men
They'd failed before but would try again
When Good Friday dawned with a fickle sun
Then Booth declared the day had come
And the word was passed and the guns were brought
Down to Mary Sarrat's boarding house
Sealed in a note, Booth named just four
But the gallows would sway with many more
And they said there were five and they said there were ten
Some say there was never more than just one man
Oh, it's awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land
John Wilkes Booth went to his grave
With a bullet in his neck and a broken leg
A patriot and his fantasy
Of redemption, grace and bravery
And those who were hanged and those who spent
Their lives behind a jailer's fence
Only Booth could have proved them free
Of the taint of the conspiracy
For they said there were five and they said there were ten
Some said there was never more than just one man
Oh, it's awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land
I've waited for you and I've always been true
But this waiting no longer I can stand
I know you've had time, dear to make up your mind
I've waited as long as I can
I'm waiting to hear you say you love me
And long for the day you take my hand
I asked again last night, for your love so divine
I've waited as long as I can
Done all I can do, said all I can say
Oh, why can't I make you understand
I wanted you for mine, but I'm wasting my time
I've waited as long as I can
I'm waiting to hear you say you love me
And long for the day you take my hand
I asked again last night, for your love so divine
I've waited as long as I can
Now I'll just say goodbye the tears fall from my eyes
For you have made it plain that I can't win
No one will ever know, the pain that I've been through
I've waited as long as I can
I'm waiting to hear you say you love me
And long for the day you take my hand
I asked again last night, for your love so divine
I've waited as long as I can
I'm waiting to hear you say you love me
And long for the day you take my hand
I asked again last night, for your love so divine
It was the year of 1900 that was 80 years ago
Death come'd a howling on the ocean and when death calls you've got to go
Galveston had a sea wall just to keep the water down
But a high tide from the ocean blew the water all over the town
Wasn't that a mighty storm
Wasn't that a mighty storm in the morning
Wasn't that a mighty storm
It blew all the people away
The sea began to rolling the ships they could not land
I heard a captain crying Oh God save a drowning man
The rain it was a falling and the thunder began to roll
The lightning flashed like Hell-fire and the wind began to blow
The trees fell on the island and the houses gave away
Some they strived and drowned others died every way
The trains at the station were loaded with the people all leaving town
But the trestle gave way with the water and the trains they went on down
Old death the cruel master when the winds began to blow
Rode in on a team of horses and cried death won't you let me go
The flood it took my mother it took my brother too
I thought I heard my father cry as I watched my mother go
Old death your hands are clammy when you've got them on my knee
Verse 1
Well I've been hangin' outta town, Lord in that low down rain
Watchin' good time Charle friends is a drivin' me insane
Up on shadey Charlotte Street both the green lghts look red
I wish I was back home on the farm Lord in my feather bed
Chorus
And I got myself a rockin' chair
To see if I could lose
These thin dime hard time
Hell on Church Street blues
Verse 2
I found myself a picker friend that read yesterday's news
I folded up page 21 and stuck it in my shoe
I gave me a nickel to the poor my good turn for the day
I folded up my old billfold and threw it far away
(Chorus)
Verse 3
Well I wish I had some guitar strings Old Black Diamond brand
I'd string up this old Martin box and go and join some band
But I guess I'm gonna stay right here and pick and sing a while
Try to make me a little change and give those folks a smile
Sit by my side, come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
And dream about the pictures that I play of changes
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade
But then they have to die
Trapped within the circle time parade of changes
Moments of magic will glow in the night
All fears of the forest are gone
And when the morning breaks
They're swept away by golden drops of dawn of changes
Passions will part to the [Incomprehensible] melody
As fires will sometimes turn cold
Like petals in the wind
We're puppets to the silver strings of souls of changes
Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else
One last drop of wine we will pour
I'll kiss you one more time
And leave you on the rolling river shore of changes
Sit by my side, come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
Have you seen the old man, in the closed-down market
kicking up the papers, with his worn-out shoes?
In his eyes you'd see no pride, hand held loosely by his side
yesterday's papers, telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me, you're lonely
and say for you the sun won't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl, who walks the streets of London
dirt in her hair, and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home, in two carrier bags
So how can you tell me, you're lonely
and say for you the sun won't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind
In the all-night cafe, at a quarter past eleven
same old man sitting there, on his own
Looking at the world, over the rim of his tea-cup
Each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone
So how can you tell me, you're lonely
and say for you the sun won't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old man outside the Seamens mission
memorie fathing, with the medalreabbons that he weares
In our winter city, the rain cryes little pitty,
For one more forgoten hero, and a world that doesn´t care
So how can you tell me, you're lonely
and say for you that the sun doesn't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
and lead you through the streets of London
The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top
The snow is softly fallin'
The air is still within the silence of my room
I hear your voice softly callin'
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you
The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead
My glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon the page
The words of love you sent me
If I could know within my heart
That you were lonely too
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you
The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim
The shades of night are liftin'
The mornin' light steals across my windowpane
Where webs of snow are driftin'
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
And to be once again with with you
All you need is time
All you need is time, time, time to make me bend
Give it a try, dont be rude
Put it to the test and Ill give it right back to you
Its cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
Kick it around, take it to town
Try to defy what you feel inside
You better be strong
Your love belongs to us
Its cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
All I need is trust
All I need is trust, trust, trust to make it show
I dont want to know everything you done
If you get a tip then tell it to the eskimos
Its cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
Its cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
All we need is faith
All we need is faith, faith, faith to make it nice
Kick it around, dont be rude
If youre gonna make a mistake dont you make it twice
Its cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
Its cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
Its cold on the shoulder
And you know that we get a little older every day
Its cold on the shoulder
I just received your letter
You're down and out you say
At first I thought I would tell you
To travel on the other way
But in my memory lingers
All you once were to me
So I'm gonna give you one more chance
To prove what you can be
Any old time you wanna come back home
Drop me a line and honey say no more you'll roam
You had a chance to play the game fair
When you left me sweetheart
You only left a lot of care
Now that you're down
I'm gonna stick by you
If you would only tell me
Your roaming days are through
You'll find me here like the day you left me alone
Every time it rains Lord I run to my window
All I do is just wring my hands and moan
And listen to that thunder, Lord
Can't you hear that lonesome wind moan?
Tell me baby now why you've been gone so long?
Tell me baby now why you've been gone so long?
You've been gone so long now
Tell me baby now why you've been gone so long?
A wolf is scratching at my door, Lord, Lord
And I can hear that lonesome wind moan
Tell me baby now why you've been gone so long?
Somebody said they thought they saw you roaring down in Reno
With a big ol' man from San Anton
They tell me I'm a fool, fine for you but what do they know?
Tell me baby now why you've been gone so long?
Tell me baby now why you've been gone so long?
You've been gone so long now
Tell me baby now why you've been gone so long?
A wolf is scratching at my door, Lord, Lord
And I can hear that lonesome wind moan
Tell me baby now why you've been gone so long?
Ain't nothin' I wanna do Lord, so I guess I could get stoned
And let the past paint pictures in my head
And kill a fifth of a thunderbird Lord and try to write a sad, sad song
Tell me baby now why you've been gone so long?
Tell me baby now why you've been gone so long?
You've been gone so long now
Tell me baby now why you've been gone so long?
A wolf is scratching at my door, Lord, Lord
And I can hear that lonesome wind moan
Tell me baby now why you've been gone so long?
Well, I woke up today and found
The frost perched on the town
It hovered in a frozen sky, it gobbled summer down
And when the sun turns traitor cold
And shivering trees are standing in a naked row
I get the urge for going
And I never seem to go
And I get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is a turning brown
Summertime is a falling down
Winter is closing in
I had a woman in summertime with summer-colored skin
And not another man in town my darling's heart could win
And when the leaves fell tumbling down
And bully winds dig up their faces in the snow
She got the urge for going
And I had to let her go
And she got the urge for going
When the meadow grass was a turning brown
Summertime was a falling down
Winter was closing in
And the warriors of winter gave a cold triumphant shout
All that stays is dying and all that lives is gettin' out
See the geese in chevron flight
Flapping and racing on before the snow
They got the urge for going
And they got the wings to go
And they get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is a turning brown
Summertime is a falling down
Winter is closing in
And I'll ply the fire with kindling
And pull the blankets to my chin
I'll lock the vagrant winter out and bolt my wandering in
I'd like to call back summertime
And let her stay for just another month or so
She's got the urge for going
And I have to let her go
And she gets the urge for going
When the meadow grass is a turning brown
All her empire's falling down
Winter's closing in
And I get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is a turning brown
People always say:
Tom this is going too far
I'm not afraid to chase my dreams
Just me and my guitar
And no one may ever know
The feelings inside my mind
'Cause all of the lines I ever write
Are running out of time
So maybe I should get a nine to five
And I don't wanna let it go
There's so much more to life
Tell me did I get it wrong?
Tell me everything will be okay
And before I fall
Tell me they'll play my songs
And tell me they'll sing the words I'll sing
When darkness falls
All of the stars will see
Just me and my guitar
Surely I'll find my way
'Cause I'm not afraid to try
Even a world of love and hope
Can't guarantee that prize
So maybe I should get a nine to five
And I don't wanna let it go
There's so much more to life
Tell me did I get it wrong?
Tell me everything will be okay
And before I fall no no
Tell me they'll play my songs
And tell me they'll sing the words I'll sing
When darkness falls
All of the stars will see
Just me and my guitar
Riding the night in the high cold winds
On the trail of the old lonesome pine
Thinking of you, feeling so blue
Wondering why you left me behind
Chorus:
Get down boys, go back home
Back to the girl you love
Treat her right, never wrong
How mountain girls can love
Guitar/dobro solo
Remember the night we strolled down the lane
Our hearts were gay and happy then
You whispered to me as i held your close
You hoped this night would never end
Chorus
Banjo/mandolin solo
In the days of the old covered wagons,
where they camped on the flats for the night;
With the moon shinning dim on the old canyon rim,
they watched for that Brown Mountain light
Chorus:
High, high on the mountain, and deep in the canyon below
It shines like the crown of an angel, and fades as the mists comes and goes.
Way over yonder, night after night until dawn,
A lonely old slave comes back from the grave,
Searching, searching, searching, for his master who's long gone on.
Many years ago a southern planter
Came hunting in this wild world alone
It was then so they say that the planter lost his way
And never returned to his home
His trusting old slave brought a lantern
And searched day and night but in vain
Now the old slave is gone but his spirit lingers on,
And the lantern still casts its light
Standing on the sidetrack at the south end of town
On a dry, hot, dusty August day the steam pipe pouring down
The fireman with his long oil can oiling the old valve gears
Waiting for the fast mail train to semaphore to clear
The engineer in the old high cab, his gold watch in his hand
Looking at the water glass and letting down the sand
Rolling out on the old main line taking up the slack
Gone today so they say but tomorrow he'll be back
Oh, if I could return to those boyhood days of mine
And the greenlight on the southern, southern railroad line
Creeping down the rusty rails of the weed grown branch line
The section houses gray and white by the yard limit sign
The hoggers call the old high ball, no more time to wait
Rolling down to Birmingham with a ten car load for freight
Oh, if I could return to those boyhood days of mine
And the greenlight on the southern, southern railroad line
The whistle scream with a hiss of steam, the headlight gleams clear
The drivers roll on the green and go getting mighty near
Handing up the orders to the engine crew on time
It's the Alabama great southern AGS railroad line
Oh, if I could return to those boyhood days of mine
And that greenlight on the southern, southern railroad line
Oh, if I could return to those boyhood days of mine