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Get in.

Wilson, 7-3-8-1, sir.

Wilson.

Right.

Well, what's the problem?

Well, I'd speak to you alone, sir.

That's not possible, I'm afraid, Wilson.

But anything you have to say can be said in front of Mr. Edwards here.

But, uh, rather not, sir.

Yes, the rules, Wilson.

I'd like to see Chief Superintendent Gordon's markings privately.

What do you mean privately, Wilson?

The visit from a senior police officer can quite

easily be arranged through the normal channels.

No.

I want you to find him direct.

I don't want anyone else to know.

And what is the meaning behind this clandestine meeting?

May I ask?

Are we going to see Daddy tomorrow, Mum?

Of course we are.

Can't not see him, can we?

How long will it be before he comes back home?

Oh, I don't know, little Charlie.

Maybe sooner than we think, eh?

Yeah.

You go off and play with Max for a while.

I'll just sit here.

Hello?

Why don't you, Charlie?

Charlie Wilson?

Yeah.

How did she know my name?

Oh, we know your daddy.

I'm going to see my daddy tomorrow.

Where is your mommy, Charlie?

Let's go and get her.

There's a report on tenant.

Anne.

You squeaky clean.

Oh, yeah.

Put taps on both his home phones and his office likewise.

24-hour surveillance.

The guy's slick.

We're getting nowhere.

Can't stand the pace, Dempsey.

I ain't proud.

I'm crackin'.

Crack it?

Yeah, cream crackin'.

Sorry.

Happy landing, Slang.

Cream crackin'.

Neck it.

You're learning fast.

You two finished.

Right, what we gonna learn?

Just the car.

He's got a phone in his car.

Well, tap it.

Who's that?

Oh, hello, George.

He what?

What does he?

I'm afraid I can't.

What about tomorrow?

They're nine o'clock in your office.

Look, I'll get the tube.

You get a card.

You gotta meet me the other end.

Okay?

Oh, well, well.

Right on cue.

Charlie Wilson wants a meet.

Charlie Wilson?

Yeah, he was driving with Janet last year.

He was driving on a big job.

He ripped off half a million gold coins and anti-congallions.

I remember.

Love me, Johnny.

Right in the middle of the sales room.

Half a dozen of them would shoot us under their coats.

And suddenly, bald his brass is told uptime.

Don't tell me.

They got away.

Oh, yeah.

They showed us a clean pair of heels and no mistake.

I was at West End Central at the time, working with our esteemed commander.

Somehow, we got wrong footed and went charging off in the wrong direction.

The villains dived down the tube and vanished.

All except Charlie Wilson, he got nabbed.

Almost by accident.

Funny.

What do you think he wants now?

I could want to spill some old beans.

Maybe he's got something on tenant.

Maybe.

I think I'll ring the commander.

He might be interested.

I still want tenants car phones into.

Oh, Max.

What are we going to do?

You go straight round to the police.

That's what you do, my girl.

And if you won't, I will.

Oh, Mom, you know we can't.

Not yet.

My grandson's been kidnapped.

That's all I know.

And I won't stand by and do nothing.

Go on.

Answer the thing then.

Hello?

Hi.

Where's the Charlie?

He's quite safe.

And there's no need for any alarm.

He's just been taken as a kind of insurance, that's all.

Insurance?

What are you talking about?

Your old man has got a loose tongue.

And loose tongues can be dangerous in the wrong quarter.

So the boy stays with us until we're certain sure

that your man's going to keep his lip buttoned.

Is he there?

Can I speak to him?

Sure.

That's your ma.

Say hello and say that you're all right.

Hello, Mom.

He's next all right, Mom.

Oh, Charlie, darling.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Max is fine.

Oh, Charlie.

Mrs. Wilson.

Don't do anything, stupid.

Now I like contacting the police.

Just be patient.

And you'll get your wee boy back.

If you do anything out of line.

I don't want to be a couple of minutes, see?

Right, Mr. Turn.

There's no need for you to come in.

It's business.

I'll go on.

All right.

Never know.

It might even win something.

Hello, Jack.

Oh, sorry.

I got caught up in the spot of trouble.

Nothing serious, I hope.

Who's this?

That's a toy, my dear Jack.

It's my little toy.

Here.

Go and blow this, darling.

And if I any chance you're lucky, we'll split the winnings.

Good evening, Mr. Tenant.

Your usual, sir?

Thank you, Squat.

Well, two from three leaves one.

One's probably been told to wait.

I guess you're just going to have to go down there and charm the pants off the guy.

Then I can sweep in his gas tank.

Thanks, avant.

Come on, make peace.

You can ooh, sex for 30 seconds, getcha.

Hi.

I'm going to be here long.

Do what?

You're going to be here long.

Maybe you'd like some company.

Go on, shove off.

Do you think I'm going to run the risk of being pulled by the fuzz?

Over orca?

In the backseat of my governor's motor?

Leave off.

Because your governor is looking for items, specialise and shoots.

Have you done what we agree with that stupid bastard, Wilson's brat?

No problem, Jack.

It's all taken care of.

That will make him think twice about singing to the rooftops, about you and me,

to our old friend, Gordon Spikings.

Still?

Yes?

I think we'd better rewrite Spikings' program and dump him.

Dump, Jack.

It's computer lingo.

Finish with.

Get rid of.

Erase.

Do you win then?

Now I have to drink instead.

Do you take me for a soft touch or something?

Give him that.

What's up?

Don't I hope so?

The motor just cut out.

Well, here we go.

Keep your fingers crossed and your head down.

Why is it always me who ends up on the floor?

I'm not making any sections from Marx today.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

I won't.

Are you sure this will get a work?

No.

We'll get the bonich out.

It's probably a loose wire or something.

Well, don't just sit there, do something.

What do you want?

It's not behind the old mechanic.

What's that, your sign?

This is my van.

I am Mercedes' mechanic specialist.

I take a look, eh?

See more.

I don't know why they don't see this.

It's not the time for an academy award.

Goose, Goose.

You've got a problem.

A certain fuel line.

Can you fix it?

Yes, I can fix.

But not here.

Here.

Is this car clean?

Yes, sir.

Don't get us a cab.

Right, sir.

If you can get it back tomorrow morning, I'll see that you're well rewarded.

I don't know.

I ain't got a busy shop.

It's full of mid-deaf.

If you can get it back by 10 o'clock tomorrow

morning, it's 100 quidney for you, cash.

Here.

It was 20.

Here's 20 on account.

I don't know.

100 there.

All right.

Here's my car.

Deal.

10 o'clock.

No later.

And don't even consider any sharp moves.

Because I have friends who enjoy riding wrongs.

Can you get my meaning?

Oh, you trust me, Mr. Dannant.

Dannant quite good, isn't it?

Sir, I've got a cab seat.

Right.

I think you may have the lantern to a painless way of stealing cars.

Oh, this is an old Welsh ride system.

Happens all the time in New York.

I can bust it for it.

It's a kid.

Fine, George!

I'm a police officer.

I suspect there may be an explosive device in that briefcase.

If I go over and leave the train, please.

Steady, no, steady.

Don't panic.

Don't panic for God's sake.

Everybody out.

Don't just sit down and escape.

Get out.

Get out.

Captain, let it go!

Yeah?

It's all right, officer.

I'm sure I'll be safe with Mr. Wilson.

Regulations, I'm afraid, sir.

Not allowed to leave prisoners alone with non-prisoned staff, sir.

Sit down.

What's wrong?

What's up?

Have you already said something less than Charlie?

Or do I detect a sudden attack of stage fright?

Sorry, Mr. Spuygens.

Don't know what you mean.

I mean Charlie, boy.

Unless you make my visit here worthwhile.

There's more than lots on chance that you will leave this room and little pieces.

Okay?

You better leave the clean plate now, because

there'll be nothing more until this evening.

Don't just sit there looking at it.

Eat it!

Not hungry.

Eat it, little Charlie.

We don't want you to go and weaken us now, do we?

No, no.

There's a good boy.

Come on.

Shut up, you tester!

That's enough!

Dolly Fumbie.

Hey, where you going, Princess?

I'm going to see Charlie Wilson's wife.

The governor's just been on the phone.

Apparently Charlie's clammed up all of a sudden.

See what she want you to do.

Beat the hell out of her.

I shall char my way into Mrs. Wilson's confidence.

Doot's the reason for her husband's changing power.

Yeah, when that doesn't work.

Then I'll beat the hell out of her.

You take that back to Tenant.

Yeah, sugar free and bugged all over.

Tell you what, I'll make a deal with you.

You follow me over there, I'll deliver this.

And then I'll go with you to see this Wilson ship.

What do you say?

Okay.

After you.

Okay.

Okay.

All right.

Smooth City.

Charlie, give me five.

Guess who, over.

Tap number 786 now operational.

Pass it on to control.

Thanks.

Over.

Should we get a room?

Sorry.

Didn't I see you hooking to Mayfield last night?

Okay, bunches on me.

Your idea?

Nice cup of tea.

Thanks, Mom.

Look aside.

I reckon I've aged about ten years in as many hours.

Yes, and you'll age a few more, my girl if little Charlie gets snuffed out.

Oh, mother, shut up, will you?

No, I won't.

You know my feelings, I'll eat.

He's my family.

He's my flesh and blood.

He's my grandson.

Just a bit longer, eh?

Just a bit longer than I tell him.

I promise.

I promise you we've heard nothing by six o 'clock tonight.

I'll tell the police.

Not just yet.

Okay.

Well, let's see how loose Mrs. Wilson's tummy is.

If you want, I could slap her on a little bit.

Dempsey, how many times must I tell you that it's very un-gentlemanly to hit women?

Okay.

I'll hold a U-Hitter.

Say, Mrs. Wilson, when did you last visit your husband?

Last week.

You normally visit him every Tuesday, don't you?

Yes.

So you'll be here today, will you?

No.

Why is that?

What?

I asked why.

Why every Tuesday and not today?

I don't know.

I just don't feel like it that's all.

What the hell is that?

Oh, it's Max, our dog, eh?

He's a bit highly strong.

Well, you're kind of doggy.

He's a real husband.

Oh, I like those.

You mind if I take a look?

Did you see that dog?

He didn't ask the cut in his head.

How'd the dog get hurt?

He got knocked down by a car yesterday.

Did you take him to a vet?

That looks bad.

Yeah.

He'll be okay.

Did the car stop?

What?

The car that hit the dog, did it stop?

No, it just kept on going.

Did you sign a time today, Mrs. Wilson?

No, he's at school.

He'll be back soon.

Good afternoon.

Wilson's wife has had a visit.

Who's wrong?

I don't know, probably the police.

Nothing transpired at the prison.

So Wilson said nothing to sparkings this morning.

Nothing.

Well, I think they'll have to be taken care of.

It's only a question of time before Wilson lets something slip, regardless of the boy.

I agree.

Leave it to me.

I'll put the bills in motion.

Right.

Oh, uh, keep me informed of progress, will ya?

Anything on Type 786 yet?

One call so far.

I've set it up on your machine.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Paul and ready?

Yep.

Let's get the number.

What is this?

Coffee.

Could've fooled me.

Ready?

Go.

Where you go?

I've got three, five, one, 0291.

Check.

Good afternoon.

Wilson's wife has had a visit.

I'm strong.

I don't know, but probably the police.

Nothing transpired at the prison.

So Wilson said nothing to sparkings this morning.

Nothing.

Mm.

I think they'll have to be taken care of.

It's only a question of time before Wilson lets something slip.

Regardless of the boy.

I agree.

Right.

Keep me informed of progress.

Oh, you thinking?

What time you thinking?

I got it.

But here goes.

Wilson's taking the rap for somebody else.

Namely, Tenet, who we used to drive for.

And the person on the other end of that phone number.

He was going to turn state's evidence.

Queen's sentence.

Whatever, thereby reducing his sentence.

He was going to spill the beans into some of the sparkings with something.

Ah!

Regardless of the boy.

They've got Wilson's son.

And that's what stopped Wilson this morning.

The boy wasn't a story at all.

The schools are on holiday.

I knew there was something odd about Mrs Wilson.

And that dog, that dog bothered me.

You don't mind about the dog.

What about the rest?

What about the, I think they'll have to be taken care of bit.

What's on?

I've got sort of a shape.

Search me, Wilson.

I'm only doing as I'm told.

And you get.

Transferred?

What do you mean transferred?

When?

No, I see.

And where did the authority come from?

Could you do that?

Thank you.

Wilson's been transferred.

And nobody seems to know where.

Or why?

They're ringing back.

Chas?

Yep.

Do you know where the governor is?

You went to see the commander about ten minutes ago.

Gordon, you're not wrong often.

But this time I'll assign you a way off beam.

That Islamic lot have already claimed responsibility for it.

It was in the media division.

You don't believe everything you read in the papers to your commander.

Gordon is not a question of believing.

Who wants you put away so badly they're prepared to

blow up a tube train and a couple of dozen passengers.

And I'd be reasonable, man.

That's a $64,000 question, isn't it?

I don't know.

But I'll find out.

Wilson knows.

But he's been gone at.

Either by an inmate or one of the screws.

Either way the word came from here.

From here?

Directly or indirectly.

I don't know.

But I promise you one thing, sir.

I'm gonna find out.

And when I find out who it was, I don't nail him to the wall.

Gordon, I think you should go home.

Why, the hospital will let you out.

I should never know.

No, I'll be all right.

It's just that I feel as though I've been on the booze for about a week.

I insist.

I'll send him a car.

First off, I'm gonna find out who's on the other end of that phone number.

Why, not those spikings.

Commander.

Commander.

Who is it?

This is Lieutenant Dempsey, sir.

Sorry to trouble you.

I believe Mr. Spikings is with you.

We've got a little problem here.

I was wondering if I could have a word with him.

I'm sorry, Dempsey.

I've had to send the Chief Superintendent home.

He was suffering from delayed shock.

Yeah, yeah, I see, sir.

Do you know if he's left the building yet?

Yes, he has.

How long ago was that, sir?

A few minutes.

Why?

Nothing wrong, Mr. Dempsey.

Oh, no, no.

Oh, no, sir.

Sorry, trouble you.

Thank you.

You all right?

I don't know.

Hello, Sergeant MacPiece.

Oh, yes, hello.

We must have made a mistake.

Um, I'll recheck and get back to you.

Thank you.

That was records.

They've traced that telephone number.

We've obviously made a mistake.

You'll never guess whose number it was.

You want a bet?

There he is.

He's leaving in the Commander's car.

And it looks like he's got company.

Where's your car?

Oh, we'll never catch the wisdom.

Wanna

be?

No, get on!

Oh,

it's on the right spot.

We're going back to pull us.

We're not having chances.

Six minutes.

Six minutes.

Ten seconds.

After MacPiece.

Promotion.

Freeze!

We're going to get Wilson out.

He's sleeping.

It's on his way.

All right.

MacPiece, get your head down.

Run on the floor again.

I don't believe it.

Don't fight it.

It's where you belong.

Freeze!

Tenen's dead, I'm afraid, sir.

Wilson's alive.

Just.

And the supporting caster will be rounded up.

That bloody cowboy again.

I'm afraid so, sir.

Once he gets the taste for it, there's no stopping him.

We got a tap on Tenen's car phone.

They've got Wilson's small boy, but we don't know where.

And, er... And Tenen's telephone call.

Was to our own dearly beloved commander.

You knew?

His Dempsey's last stand finished out there.

Get him.

Come in.

Commander, we've got a serious situation.

Oh, really, Dempsey?

Can I help?

Chief Superintendent Spikings.

He's been killed.

And this guy Wilson, he wound up in a concrete coffin.

Somehow the tool connected.

I don't know how.

I think it's something Spikings was working out alone.

Good God.

He seemed very upset.

I've been more than upset at the end of the day.

Do I don't understand?

I can't get to talk to anyone.

Not tenant?

No one?

I don't like it.

Something stinks.

So what do we do now?

I don't know.

If I can't contact anyone within the next half hour, I think we ought to move.

No.

Where?

Away from here.

Away from London.

What about him?

Do we take him to?

For as long as he's useful.

Trying to find all stations.

That car, registration, key to the Yankee Whiskey.

It's our fine x-ray, now under surveillance.

Wait a minute.

I'll shut you off.

There was a panic.

I can't get hold of tenant.

And I was dead.

What?

It's always Wilson.

Look, you better move.

Go here for a couple days.

I'll arrange a trip abroad.

I want about the boy.

Not here, though.

I'll be in touch.

Now don't ring me at all.

Understand?

Who pays the ferryman know that tenants are dead.

Look, don't worry about money.

That's one thing we're not sure of.

OK?

You ain't got a funny feeling we're being set up.

Set up or not the move.

Don't get the car.

Now what?

Let's find out.

Hello.

Please don't give me any reason to use this.

I'm very proficient with it.

Just trying it for size.

We don't mind you, Jack.

Dead men, shoes and all that.

You know what I mean?

Tell me.

What is the number?

Nine, seven, double, zero, three, eight, seven.

Into you.

Nothing.

Well, let me give you a clue.

It's in Switzerland.

And it's not the figure for the annual production of Kootle Clocks.

Still none the wiser.

Then let me tell you.

It's a Swiss bank account.

Full of money.

Your money, Jack.

Paid for blind eyes that have been turned over the years.

Until today, that is.

And it all got out of order.

And things began to come together for me.

A bit one or two unexplained jobs, question marks, one or two blind alleys.

Hey, Jack!

All you had to do was to get rid of poor old Charlie Wilson.

And yours truly.

And you'd have been home and dry.

Wilson was the key one.

Without him, you'll have a hell of a job to prove anything.

That's where you come adrift.

Sir.

Charlie!

You've never met our commander, have you, Charlie?

Not face to face, sir.

But I've been looking forward to it for about six months.

So have I, Charles.

So have I.

I took on Charlie three years ago.

Just to catch you.

What a bastard, eh?

Can't trust anyone these days.

Can you old boy?

Max, don't die.

Please don't die.

Mom!

Hey little Charlie!

Hey, how you doing, partner?

Good, so it's about Max.

Hey, you want a surprise?

What is it?

Stay here.

Alright, come here, Poppy.

Surprise.

Is that a little Charlie?

Yeah.

And it's for you as well.

See, yeah.

We didn't know you were on the same side.

That's a really good match.

A sauce pan lid and a cherry hog.

A sauce pan lid kid.

Cherry hog.

Dog!

What a clever boy.