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We'll do an intro to camera while we're waiting. Give me the board.

OK. Sparks? All right, Tony.

Johnny Lyon trial 2. Take 1.

A sensation here today at the Johnny Lyon trial.

Lyon and his two associates - Phillip Budd and Derek Clarke,

have been acquitted of four charges of bank robbery.

You're worth every penny I pay you. I have to leave you here, John.

I do have other clients, you know.

Ain't you coming for a bevvy? Another time. Enjoy yourselves.

Get him! Well, cheers, Bernie.

Come on.

Police evidence has been consistently attacked by the defence counsel.

The jury have totally rejected the prosecution case.

Johnny Lyon is -

Hold it, folks. Keep rolling.

Chief Inspector, is there any truth - Nothing to say at this time.

Thank you, sir. We cracked it!

Mr Lyon, sir, is there any truth in the rumour

that you invited the Police Commissioner to your acquittal celebration?

No truth in any rumours. We're just good friends.

Thank you, Mr Lyon. Thank you, sir.

Everybody's welcome!

Mr Clarke, sir. Mr Budd.

How do you feel about being acquitted on all four charges?

You tell me. How would you feel if you won the Oscar?

That's enough.

One more! Want one of me, do you?

That's your lot. I can't think straight till I've had my champagne!

I don't talk to that paper, love!

Ta-ta!

I couldn't take any more. They picked on two pieces of unimportant evidence

and made the remainder of our case look like a police frame-up.

You're in the promotion zone too, Frank.

Lyon has got to be nailed now.

Cos if we don't get him the fifth floor will give him the gangbusters.

How about...Jack Regan?

A weapon of last resort.

Jack Regan?

Remember Steve Aston, one of Regan's men, was maimed by Lyon's heavies.

There's nothing wrong with revenge being harnessed to justice.

Maybe not.

But you're talking about harnessing it to Jack Regan.

This is Johnny Lyon. Take a good look.

Apart from being behind five million quids' worth of bank robberies,

the toast of the tabloids,

he also left Steve Aston permanently crippled.

That's him with his lawyer Bernard Stone.

That's Budd and Clarke.

Phillip Budd. Married for two years, no kids. Bit of a recluse.

Doesn't have a telephone.

He's planned all Lyon's big raids.

He's one of the best draughtsmen in the business.

The Hatton Garden job, the Wembley job. You name 'em.

That's Clarke. He's separated from his wife.

Sees his two daughters quite a bit.

Lives with a croupier called Angie.

He's the heavy.

He lines up the workers and arranges the hardware.

And Lyon is his backer. Nowadays, yeah.

OK, that's it. Lights.

I'll be briefing individual teams later, OK?

George. Guvnor?

Check on that warehouse raid in Stanmore about four years ago.

Two night-watchmen were killed.

The one they were all doing 20 years for?

Yeah. Budd used to work for that firm before he joined Lyon and Clarke.

If he had anything to do with the planning of that raid,

we might be able to get him there. All right.

But O'Halloran must have checked all that out.

Don't forget it took him a year to prepare that case. I know.

But I've got a feeling about that job is all. OK.

Matt, organise our lads to take over observation on the gaffs of Budd, Lyon and Clarke. Right.

Guvnor? Yeah?

Are you keeping something from me?

ME keep something from YOU, George?

You see, Jack, I think you can find a way into this case

where O'Halloran failed.

You get all the men you want.

I've got good men below me. It's interference from above that I don't need.

I'll see you get room to operate for five days.

Get a good result.

I don't think there will be any administrative difficulties.

OK, yeah. Cheers, Jim.

Guvnor!

Just done a rapid check. Forget that warehouse raid.

It won't stick on Budd. Not without hard evidence.

We'd need plans drawn in his own hand to make a case. And they were destroyed.

Maybe we can find some somewhere. Fabricate 'em?

Inspector, that's not fair. Listen.

There's a bloody fine copper lying in Stoke Mandeville

as a result of Johnny Lyon's orders. That isn't fair either.

Did they find anything on Clarke? Nah, nothing.

But how will getting Budd for the Stanmore job help us with Lyon?

Lyon will never be put away without a major confession.

We'll only get that from Budd or Clarke.

If we can threaten either with a conviction on something else,

one of 'em might do a deal. They won't squeal on Lyon.

They enjoy life. Maybe we can offer 'em more enjoyment.

Like what? A villa in Buenos Aires? Season ticket to Santos?

You're getting your marbles running again.

Listen, go home and get a clean shirt and your wedding whistle.

I'm taking you out tonight. It's all psychological, George.

But, Bernie, the celebration's in your honour.

The freedom is ours but the victory is yours.

It won't be the same if you ain't there. It won't Bern, honest.

You're my friend. My trusted advisor.

My advice to you, John, is to show a lower profile until police resentment dies down.

You mean because they blew it I should lock myself up?

You're a prisoner of your own flamboyant personality, John.

Can't escape from that.

Two whiskies.

Hello, Angie. Hello, Jack.

Any cigarettes, George? How are the cards falling?

The way I want them. You're looking good.

That's three of a kind. Thanks, George.

Clarke's girl? Old Angie? Yeah.

Used to be on the game.

Now she's a croupier. They call it gaming.

That Sheila has got some lunch on her.

Look at that body. Ain't it handsome!

Who are the others?

Trendies. Lyon thinks he's moving up in the world.

Come on, show us that new one. That one you did the other night.

Look at those three. Think they're the Three Musketeers, don't they?

How you gonna split that firm up?

Admit it. You haven't got the faintest idea.

Listen, for the first time in my life I've been given a free hand.

And if I can put Lyon away where others have failed,

they'll finally admit that we're what the Squad's about

and not these new pinstripe pen-pushers with second-class honours degrees.

Yeah. Mr Regan. Mr Lyon's compliments. Would you care to join him for a drink?

Mr Regan. Come and join us.

Emilio, another two bottles of bubbly.

Move over, darling. Make some space.

What you doing? Slumming?

We was just saying how handsome we all looked in the paper.

Did you see it? That's me looking just like Muhammad Ali.

His problems are nothing compared to what yours are gonna be, Lyon.

By the time you've forgotten your last court case,

every penny you've ever nicked will be swallowed up by Bernie Stone's legal fees.

We'll just have to earn some more, won't we?

Yeah. We love hard work.

Keeps us out of mischief. What does he want, Phil?

Hard work? You didn't even have the spine to draft your own job.

That's why you hired Budd here in the first place.

So you could continue being what you always were - a brainless thug.

Will you please leave us alone? Get out here and leave us alone!

All right. All right, Jane.

There's no need for hard feelings.

All I wanted to do was to drink a toast...to Detective Inspector O'Halloran

who made a noble attempt to put us all away.

A gallant loser but always a gentleman.

Inspector O'Halloran.

You better not drink a toast to me, Lyon.

Cos I've been put on to you now.

And I am not a gentleman.

And I don't like losing.

What about those two birds?

Here, Mrs Budd's outburst.

She's a bit neurotic, in't she?

Or maybe it's just her middle-class accent.

No, no. All through the trial she had the prospect of

seeing Budd in the nick once a week for ten years.

And Sheila's chest hanging out

doesn't exactly inspire confidence in her fellow suffragettes.

Do you think these birds don't know that Lyon's a killer? Or don't they care?

And that champagne's 15 quid a bottle.

That's what it's all about.

Mr Regan. Compliments of Mr Lyon.

It's not chilled enough.

Why did Regan come to the club?

What was the point of it?

You're supposed to have cleared my name this morning.

Yesterday morning. Suddenly they're coming at me again.

Perhaps he was indicating he's open to offers.

Bernard, you're far too civilised.

Regan's an animal. You can't bribe an animal!

I'm too civilised to be dragged out in the middle of the night

just to give you private psychotherapy.

I warned you the only way to win this was to make the police look ridiculous.

Now they've been humiliated they will make life harder for you.

Your job's to make my life easier. That's what I pay you for.

All you have to do is keep cool. Wait for Regan to make a move.

If he's got one.

Hello, Angie. How's the head?

Derek isn't here.

He left here at nine wearing a white coat,

drove to his wife's house, collected the daughters and came back here 20 minutes ago.

Next time take more water with it.

"Suddenly he saw the ball of wool on the floor.

He gave it a gentle tap and it rolled across." Daddy.

Hey, you see these two gentlemen who've just come in here now?

Well, usually, they wear little blue suits with silver buttons

and funny round hats.

But today they're in disguise.

They think we can't recognise 'em.

So we'll pretend we don't know who they are.

But really we do. OK?

All right, Hans Christian Andersen.

Why don't you tell 'em about the robber who finally got fed up with his evil ways?

I don't know that one. It goes like this.

He turned Queen's Evidence against Johnny Lyon

in return for a Swiss passport and the customs men looked the other way

as he walked through carrying a big sack of gold. How big was the sack?

It belonged to Budd, Lyon and himself.

After the insurance company had written it off. 100 grand.

How does the story end?

The girls went to a good school and the father turned into a gnome.

You're perverting their education.

In the real version, the girls get fed to pigs,

and I end up reinforcing concrete on the motorway extension.

Give it some thought, Nobby.

Yeah, yeah cheers, Derek.

Thanks for calling.

That's the best one.

No, I look awful!

Bernard? It's just as we thought.

Made him an offer? He knows Clarkey wouldn't dare shop me.

Leave it out, will you?

'What?' I wasn't talking to you.

Why would Regan make Clarkey an offer,

knowing full well that I'd get to hear about it?

Perhaps he wanted you to hear about it. 'Why would he want that?'

Why don't you try working something out for yourself?

Morning, Phillip. Sleep well? Mind if we come in?

Bought this on the never-never? Want a cup?

No, thanks. Where's the missus?

What do you want?

That warehouse. Stanmore, 1970.

What about it? We got you solid.

You were the original planner but you backed out when they decided to use guns.

So they hired another draughtsman. Two nightwatchmen were killed - just as you'd feared.

And an Alsatian. The animal-lovers league got questions asked in Parliament

and the team ended up doing 20 years.

How do you feel about your future? You gotta be joking.

It now transpires they did use your plans after all.

We've been looking at evidence not used in the trial.

Some sketches were found that can be proved to be yours.

It's down to you even though you weren't on the raid.

It's watertight. You check with Bernie Stone.

What's holding us up is it hasn't got anything to do with Lyon.

So...

unless you sing a song to the Queen about Johnny Lyon,

we're going to charge you within five days.

Then it's up to the courts.

The unstoppable machinery of justice.

You got five days.

Cheers.

I think he got the message. What do you reckon? I dunno.

What'll it be? I'll have a pint.

A large Scotch.

That Budd is a weird fish. You can almost see him computing,

little wheels going round in his brain.

But he should have reacted more distinctly.

There was no change in his manner when he got the threat.

No, something else was bothering him before we came in.

Yeah, maybe.

But look, Guv, Lyon, Budd and Clarke

all got off a charge that took O'Halloran a year to prepare, right?

Budd's not gonna worry about the Stanmore job.

He'd better worry about it cos that's

the only way to get him to talk about Lyon.

You don't know he's seen him.

Regan's seen Budd I tell you. I'm sure he's working on him.

Look, he's simply trying to worry you.

He made an offer to Derek first, knowing that he'd tell you about it

and hoped rightly that you would think Phillip was keeping quiet about a similar offer.

Your new adversary obviously has intentions of being something of a psychologist.

I'm so sorry. Takeover bid, client a bit in the dark I'm afraid.

Now you listen to me, Bernard! Regan's a chancer, he can be dangerous.

He might be taken seriously by Budd or Clarke!

Now I want you to find out if there's anyway he can get at them that we don't know about.

Look, I must get back to my client.

Well, I'm one of your clients too! Lemon!

Hello. Guv?

Mathews.

I've been to Lyon's to check the observation. I'm on my way back.

I've also seen the watch on Clarke's and on Budd's.

Yeah, Lyon drove off a couple of hours ago with Sheila.

Apparently headed for the country.

Mrs Budd went to post a small package in the pillar box round the corner.

A sort of bulky envelope.

But she seemed very uncertain.

She walked up and down a couple of times before she posted it.

Get it, would you, Matt?

Yeah.

Use your initiative!

How are we going to justify this, then, Guv?

Budd was mysterious when we saw him.

His missus was acting very suspiciously.

And that gives us the right to interfere with Her Majesty's mail? Give it a rest, George.

Safe.

It's a sample. Mrs Budd is trying to find out with some secrecy if she's pregnant.

Could mean fear.

Budd is frightened Lyon will find out about the pregnancy.

Possibly because he sees Budd's wife as a security risk.

Come off it. They'd probably tell Lyon anyway. Happy event and all that.

I don't think so. You didn't see that outburst in Emilio's.

Jane Budd is neurotic. Add to that all the stresses and strains of a pregnancy...

Lyon can't afford risks like her right now.

How is she a risk? Supposing she's trying to make Budd go straight.

It does happen, you know.

Especially when they've finally acquired enough bread.

And a family. And especially if the female's got middle-class aspirations.

All right, Guv. So it may be an added argument to go straight.

But it's not gonna make Budd go and shop anyone, is it?

Budd also didn't telephone Lyon about the Stanmore threat.

He waited till Lyon visited him.

But even then we don't know if he told him.

Budd's the one we go for.

He's the one who'll crack. All right.

So, she's in the club and she's giving him a hard time.

Even if he DID believe you about that Stanmore job,

he's too scared of Lyon to squeal on him. Johnny boy'll kill him.

Agreed, George. But if we make Budd think Lyon'll do him up anyway,

whether he squeals or not, then he might as well squeal.

And save himself. And how do WE do that?

These are the files on every villain Lyon knows.

He used to know these: Abbott, Livingstone, Robinson.

They're dead.

We'll re-open enquiries into their deaths and leak that to Budd.

Implying that Lyon may have been responsible.

Implying that before each of them died,

they were secretly negotiating a deal with us to put the finger on Lyon

with entries in our diaries to prove it.

What about Lyon? What about when he hears about it?

He's not gonna take it lying down. His lawyers'll crucify you.

Tempo, George, tempo. What is that meant to mean?

You should play chess, George.

It means that the person who makes the first move and always keeps attacking,

is always going to be one move ahead.

When the fifth floor hear you're proposing to tie up the squad on a stunt like that,

the only move you'll do is out of the front door and down to the Labour Exchange.

That, George, is a chance I've got to take.

Charlie Abbott? Who's Charlie Abbott?

I've never even heard of Charlie Abbott.

What?

Who was in charge? It wasn't O'Halloran, was it?

It wasn't Regan? Johnny.

Yeah. Yeah, OK, Geoff.

Thanks. Ta-ta.

Bath's ready. Where was we in 1967, Sheil?

When was it we took that villa on the Costa Brava?

'67, wasn't it? Or was it '68?

Yeah.

Abbott was in a car crash with Kevin Saunders, my mate.

It was an accident. According to our enquiries,

Abbott was about to give evidence against Johnny Lyon when he was killed.

What's that got to do with me? We also knew Lyon knew about the meeting

between Abbott and one of us days before the crash.

Think! Did Abbott get a visit from Johnny Lyon

or anyone connected with him a few days before the accident?

I don't know!

Course, Abbott's isn't the only death we're investigating.

There's also the rather messy business of a gentleman named Phil Livingstone.

Livingstone?! Everyone knows who done Livingstone in. They can't pin that one on me.

Answer that, Sheil.

Yeah.

What else did they say?

Who told you this?

Right. Cheers.

Thanks for calling.

Someone. Won't give his name.

He won't bite you!

Hello?

And he's a big man in the Law Society.

We don't care if he's the Lord Chief Justice.

All we wanna know about is what Harry Robinson said to you

about Lyon the last time you saw him alive.

Right. Thanks for calling.

Harry Robinson.

I went to school with Harry Robinson!

He was my mate! I was at the funeral!

Don't get upset.

We know the name of the hit man who got Livingstone.

But what we want to know is what was Johnny Lyon's part in all this?

Now, at the inquest, you said that Lyon had left Birmingham the day before.

But we happen to know he was in a nightclub next to the one Livingstone was in.

So why did you lie?

It's a stitch-up, Bernie.

They're trying to put me away for ones I never even done.

Not that I ever done any. But Regan's a head case.

He'll fabricate evidence. I'll need alibis.

We'll let him charge around for a bit. Then we'll tie him up with a persecution writ.

Meantime, I'll make a few enquiries.

Robbery's one thing but now they're trying to fit me up for murder.

What happens when Budd and Clarke hear about these deaths associated with you?

They're the ones who are going to need reassurance.

Not some hypothetical jury in the future.

Hello, Derek. It's me - Johnny.

'How are you?'

I'm fine. And the little girls?

'They're fine too.' that's nice.

Anyway, Derek, you remember my mate Harry?

'Yeah, I remember him.'

Yeah, you knew him. Of course I knew him.

Yeah, course you knew him. I forgot. Course you knew him!

But you wasn't exactly close mates, was you?

I mean, not like me and Harry.

We went to school together. We was really close.

Anyway, Derek, the thing is, I think they're trying to stitch me up with his murder.

You gotta believe it. I didn't do it.

Johnny, I believe you.

You do trust me, don't you, Derek?

Yeah, Johnny, yeah. I trust you.

Hang on a minute, will you, Dell?

The other names - Livingstone and Abbott.

You're only making it worse.

Hello, Derek.

I just spilled coffee all over my trousers. Right down my strides.

No, no, course I'm not worried.

Just naused by that Regan.

Yeah. Anyway, Derek, it's all go, innit?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll see you.

Love to Angie.

What the bloody hell was all that about?

It's only a matter of time before someone collapses the entire pack of cards.

The whole world's going to know what you're up to.

Lyon and Clarke will but not Budd.

Neither he nor his missus have been out all day.

No visitors, and according to Matt's check neither the TV nor the radio boys have got onto it yet.

All we need is for time for him to hear the rumours, then while he is slowly stewing them over

we move in and hit him with the Stanmore Job.

It's these ridiculous murder investigations, sir.

Not only are they tying half up half the squad, but we've now got the press on our necks.

Lyon will have to sue the press, not us.

It's not just that, sir. Someone is now on to that farce with the post box.

We sorted that out, Frank.

We ask the public to cooperate, people get nervous.

Someone saw something put into a letterbox.

You know, better safe than sorry.

Hello, there. Hello, there. I've got a letter for you.

It's for me.

Here, my brother-in-law was in last night. Yeah?

Yeah. You remember Phil Livingstone?

They say Lyon done him.

I'm definitely pregnant!

Phil!

I'm so happy!

OK, let's have you, let's have a nice big crowd!

Because I am giving things away today.

I'd like to introduce you to my little dog Curly. Cute little fellow, isn't it?

Everybody's laughing. Why you laughing? My pal's moving amongst you picking your pockets!

We don't know if Budd's heard the rumours.

Yeah, but we do know that Dodger was in Budd's local last night.

Now if Budd has heard about the round up

and Mrs Budd has told him about the happy event, we've hit him with a double header.

What about this pregnancy? Is there anything we could use there do you think?

I don't know, you're the proud father on this firm.

If she's worried about losing it, that could explain her carrying on.

It could and it couldn't. Look, if you're so certain that the Budds are on edge

Surely now is the time to smash in, say

"Budd, we're nicking you for the Stanmore Job two days earlier than we said."

Yeah, but we don't know how much Budd talks to his wife.

We gotta allow time for her to hear about the investigation.

Through the telly or the wireless maybe.

Yeah, and give her one night of bending his ear about it.

I thought you were a happily married man, George!

Now then, girls, this is where you usually pick up the old wire wool,

start to scrub. Not any more.

Not with these stainless-steel pans.

Hello, Mr Regan. Be with you in a sec.

Right, you see a pan like this,

you start talking about a lot of money.

Start talking about five pounds.

Five pounds? I wouldn't insult you with such a price.

Give me four pounds, give me three pounds. Tell you what.

My birthday today and I feel generous.

First person to put his hand in his pocket, pull out two one-pound notes,

halve it, give me a strike, 100 copper coins of the realm.

Here, done. Jimmy, take over, will you?

Careful, love. Careful.

Who was that lucky one there?

Hello, Mr Regan. What can I do for you?

That favour you owe me, Ronnie. Remember?

Would I forget a friend?

I was wondering if you'd be interested in a new line.

Package holidays.

Phillip.

It's a new life for the three of us.

It's a new life.

Let's give it a chance.

Let's...let's try and work it out together.

I know Regan will bring that charge unless you call him.

I know it!

I know it! I could tell. I was listening.

I could tell from the tone of his voice he meant it.

He meant it! Phillip!

What have you done?

I hardly dare tell you.

It's mate! Fool's mate.

Four easy moves.

Shattering to the ego, isn't it?

Are you saying we should kidnap Clarke?

Have him kidnapped, George.

If Budd hears Clarke has vanished after discussing with us a tempting offer to put the finger on Lyon,

that could finally push him to talk.

Cos he can only assume Lyon has had Clarke bumped off.

And if he doesn't?

He's not going to ask Lyon for confirmation, is he?

No, George, we must increase the pressure.

But kidnapping?! I'm sorry, Guvnor, but you're going out of your mind.

I'm not going out of MY mind. I'm trying to drive Budd out of his.

You know the great thing about chess? All moves are in the open.

You can't hide anything from your opponent.

No fouls, no dirty tricks.

All in the open.

That reminds me. I made those discreet enquiries.

The police have absolutely nothing on Budd or Clarke.

So any smoke of Regan's in that respect is completely without fire.

Do you hear that, Sheil? Told you he was worth his money, didn't I?

Ronnie. Jack.

Listen. Holidays, I said.

Yep. Our mutual friend badly needs a vacation.

Clarke.

63, Royal Mansions, SW11.

Yep. He's there tonight.

Listen, Ronnie,

there is a cover on the place but I'm taking him off now.

Yeah.

Yeah. OK. And one last thing, Ron.

You blow out on this and I'll load you up for ever.

Guvnor, Ronnie can't handle Clarke.

He should be able to manage him for a couple of days.

Hey? Here, what's...?

OK, let's go.

Looks like they've got Clarke.

She's OK. Untie her.

Get a WPC. Right.

Get your hands off me! I'll sue the police for persecution!

All right, Johnny. Shut up. You'll wake the neighbours.

What's your dirty game, Regan? Where's Clarke?

What have you done with him? Clarke?

What do you mean what have I done with him?

Go and line us up some sandwiches, will you?

You wait outside.

I'm saying nothing, Regan. Not till my lawyer gets here.

Where's Clarkey? He's been kidnapped.

Probably murdered. Kidnapped?

By you.

You've really blown it this time, Regan.

Giving Regan carte blanche hasn't just undermined my authority,

it's put my whole career in jeopardy.

Flying Squad have suffered a major defeat.

And if we don't deliver Lyon in a very short space of time,

I have it on the best authority the case will be handed to the Serious Crime Squad.

Then it's goodbye to your promotion chances. And mine.

It may be goodbye already. Regan's going berserk.

He's a big boy.

He knows the rules.

If Lyon's lawyers frame him then it's too bad for Jack Regan.

I give no marks for trying.

I'm sorry, Jack. We're going to have to let Lyon go.

I've nearly got a case together! Based upon what evidence?

Nothing at the moment but I'm playing their game. Pressure.

It's just a hunch but I need time for it to work.

Let him go.

Is that all he said? Just let him go? No bawling out?

No. Nothing.

We are leading charmed lives these days

So now I suppose Lyon'll go straight to Budd's

and tell him we couldn't hold him for Clarke's disappearance?

But as of now nobody knows Lyon is out, right?

So until Lyon tells him Budd's gonna think he's still in custody.

And we can use that time.

Where's Matt? I've got a little job for him.

Clarke's probably dead.

And Lyon is under arrest.

Do you know what he's arranging with Regan? He could be...

Who is it?

A man.

Phillip Budd? Yeah?

Detective Sergeant Mathews. Flying Squad.

I don't know if you're aware but your house has been under observation

because we had reason to suspect an attempt on your life.

To bring you up to date, there's no more cause for alarm.

Johnny Lyon was released from custody this morning after satisfying us on several questions.

And we now consider it safe to call off the guard on you. All right?

This is an emergency number just in case.

Sorry to have bothered you, Mr Budd. Good morning.

Phillip.

I don't think I can take any more.

I don't.

I don't.

I don't think I can take any more. Don't you see - Clear off!

It's not Regan. It's his boss Maynon.

He's ambitious. He's in line for a promotion.

Your acquittal screwed that up.

Maynon's ambitious enough to use Regan as a kamikaze pilot.

He used him to goad you into over-reacting.

But I've got nothing to do with Clarkey's disappearance, believe me.

You'll have to get yourself another lawyer.

I can't let my reputation be messed up with this.

Bernard, I swear to you.

One last piece of advice. Totally free.

Emigrate.

I paid you good money and you bottled out when I needed you most!

Regan was right about him.

Hello, Phillip. Who's been inside, then?

Johnny, ask him. Can she take a leak?

Come on. Ta.

Excuse me.

Saw the paper, then.

This is a better one, Sheil.

That Regan's a dirty operator. I told you and Derek.

Trying to stitch me up like I was one of the mafia.

Leave off, John.

You look gorgeous.

Don't she, Sheil?

Got a bloom on her like a rose.

We was wondering if you'd like to join us tonight to celebrate my latest release.

The legal Houdini. Every time I walk away from the nick I get a craving for champagne.

Anyway, we're not stopping.

Maybe you got other plans.

Come on, Sheila!

Come on, love. Get him to take you out.

You're much too lovely to leave about the house.

We'll be there tonight. Emilio's already got the champagne on ice.

Did you see that suitcase when you went up?

Yeah, I felt it. Wasn't half heavy.

Do you think they was going anywhere?

Dunno.

She was all blotchy as if she'd been crying.

I'm in dead trouble, Sheil.

Budd thinks I done Clarkey in. I can't trust him now.

You can trust me, Johnny.

Yeah. There's a phone.

I gotta put some money on that horse.

Hello? This is Charles de Gaulle.

There'll be an envelope at the place. The one we used before.

Yeah. There'll be a five, then another five.

And it will be fast.

Got it? Yeah.

What happened? Did you win? Yeah. Good!

I forgot to congratulate 'em on the baby.

That was the whole point of the visit!

Is she having a baby? How do you know?

Regan told me. Listen, love, do us a favour.

Go to Hamleys and get me one of them big elephants.

Elephants? I got that meeting to attend to.

What kind of elephant?

Well, you know. One of them big pink things.

Have 'em send it by cab and get yourself a dress an' all.

What, you mean for this evening? Yeah.

Why not, princess?

I love you when you win!

See you later. Yeah.

Taxi?

Listen, he's given us a lot of trouble. We don't wanna damage him.

'Do you want us to still keep his holiday going?'

Yep. Yes!

He knows. Johnny knows!

Clarke's away.

I warned you, Guv.

I tried to tell you, didn't I?

How did she know, Phil?

How did she know?

Forgot to set the burglar alarm.

Jane.

Sorry.

Listen, darling.

How about going down the pub for a couple of drinks tonight?

Afterwards we'll go to Emilio's. IF we feel like it.

And if we don't...we won't.

All right?

All right.

I'll go and fix my face. Good girl.

OK, tell Matt we'll find them there.

Oscar-Seven off.

We'll go to the boozer.

Right, Guv.

The moment you see, you come and tell me. Evening, Tommy.

Evening, Mr Lyon. Evening, maestro.

Mr Lyon, nice to see you.

Mr and Mrs Budd here yet?

Not yet but your champagne's on the table on ice.

We'll have a sip at the bar first.

Hello, Laurie, all right? Ain't seen you for a long time.

Hello, Jerry. John. Hello. How are you?

Come and sit down. Grab a pew.

What you having, love?

See you, Laurie. Come on. That's enough of this.

Emilio! Mr Lyon.

Johnny, look, a little baby!

What about the handwriting? I bet that's the old woman.

If Clarke's given himself up, we're in enough trouble as it is.

Can't we leave the Budds alone? We don't know what Clarke's gonna say yet.

You knew they'd kill him.

You knew.

He wouldn't have talked.

Let's get out of here before the local boys arrive.

That's it, Guv. We've blown it. I'm afraid it looks like it.

Guvnor. Tell me something.

Now, did you think...?

Did you know that Lyon would have him killed?

This isn't the Boy Scouts, George!

You knew the stakes were high. They had to be. Budd's very dead in there!

Just remember Steve Aston in that wheelchair, George.

I hear you've decided to turn over a new leaf, Mr Clarke.

To Baby Budd. Baby Budd!

Mr Regan.

You can't insult me this time by not having a drink with me.

Where's old what's-his-name, your other mate?

He's a bit upset. He's working something out.

The Budds won't make it tonight.

But you know that, don't you, Johnny?

But also you'll be pleased to know that Mr Clarke is still alive.

Furthermore, since seeing what happened to Budd,

he's decided to help us.

Really help us with our enquiries.

Come on, Lyon, let's go!

Johnny! I'll see ya.

Thank you, Mr Clarke.

It was Regan...the kidnap.

Of course.

Well, if it ever leaks out...

If it ever leaks out, Jack Regan's for the high jump.

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