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That old cow in the caff. She thought you were a prossie.

Nosing in. Are you?

Are you married? No, I've always walked with a limp.

I was once - married.

What happened? She ran off with the insurance man.

Honest? Yeah, it's all potted plants and budgies in Penge for her now.

Sounds a cow. There are certain similarities.

I almost got married once.

Bit of a layabout he was.

Black curly hair.

Ended up in prison. That sounds familiar.

Have you been inside? Twice.

Nothing strong, like. Kiting.

Ha!

What you got on? Razor blades.

That lot? There must be millions of 'em.

Yeah, ten grand's worth, that. What? 10,000?

That's what I heard. Cor, blimey. That's a lot of money.

Yeah, it'd set me up nicely.

Where do you live?

Willesden.

Got a phone? Share one.

What's the number?

246 5433.

I may let you take me out.

You're not going to write it down?

I've got a good memory for figures.

So have I.

'Romeo One Five, Romeo One Five.

High Street, junction with Weddon Street...

Lorry overturned.'

We gotta stop meeting like this.

Your young lady is no roadrunner. No, I don't think so.

Her nails were too clean.

And she had wheels at the pub. Did she?

Fast and expensive.

Here you are. You've only got one.

That's all right. I've got some more in the car. Ta.

So this could be it, then. It's about time.

How long have we been playing this game? Four weeks? Feels like four bloody years.

I'm starting to get lorry colic with all the fry-ups.

Do you know, I have dreams about chilled Muscadet.

Listen, I wanna know everything about that girl,

from her doubtful associates to which shoe she puts on first.

OK.

Has she said anything? Not a lot.

I gave her the hard luck routine, you know -

broken marriage, twice inside.

Basic cover story. Did she buy it?

Well, she didn't ask to see the chain marks. She's gonna bell me.

Mind you, I can't blame her. I fancy you myself with that moustache.

Give us a kiss. When's she gonna phone?

I reckon tomorrow.

Do you want me to hang around? Yeah, why not. Keep you out of trouble.

Er,

Mr Haskins wants a report.

Really? You might as well keep him sweet.

Haskins is doing for the Sweeney what the Boston Strangler did for door-to-door salesmen!

It's not that bad.

Well, you can spell. You write it.

Drive carefully.

Come in.

Sorry I'm late, guv. Sit down, George.

Cheers.

You look terrible.

Yeah, well, it was a long day.

That looks worse than I do.

You've gotta talk to 'em, you know.

Plants.

Did you talk to Mr Regan about that report?

Yeah, he said you'll have it sometime tomorrow.

No smart remarks? No caustic wit? No, guv.

Things are looking up. Well, what's happening?

Well, we think we've made contact.

A girl begged a lift in a cafe.

The rent's not due till Thursday, is it, Mrs Harris?

I thought you might like a cup of tea.

That's nice. I heard you come in.

I'm a light sleeper.

Good trip? Not bad.

Where are you off to next?

Dunno. Anywhere.

Don't you mind?

Mind? Not knowing where you're going to sleep at night.

All kips are the same to me. I couldn't sleep on anything

but my double-posture springy.

You wouldn't believe how comfortable it is.

Any chance of a top-up? Anything for you, love.

Three sugars, is it? Lovely.

That's how my old man used to like it. Hot and sweet.

There she is.

I wouldn't climb over her to get to you!

Should have seen her last night.

Looked like something left over from a miners' outing.

Right, if she comes back while I'm still in there,

you give me three rings.

Jack Regan rides again? What's that supposed to mean?

Batman and Robin. You're getting just like him.

You get caught in there without a warrant and they won't have you as a meter maid.

What's this, then? And the locked door?

She forgot to lock it, didn't she?

And I thought I heard someone inside.

But it shouldn't come to that, if you stay awake.

Just your luck, my son. Dracula's mother.

Keep talking, boy, she might go away.

I've had enough of this, young man. Sorry, it's doing funny things.

Let me try. I only want to make a call.

I'm onto the engineer. But you were talking!

Yes, that's right. To the engineer.

I don't believe you!

Fran? Are you in the bath?

Still kipping, you lazy cow?

Fran?

Fran?

Where are you?

No, no, no. We said here.

Of course I'm sure!

No, don't do that.

Look, I've got to come back anyway.

15 minutes. Yeah, all right?

'Denny? Denny, are you there? Denny?

Denny, what's happening?'

Kent!

Have you lost your voice or something? What's up?

Well, didn't you see him? Who? 'Who?' he says!

Humphrey Bogart in a bulletproof Cadillac!

I was watching for a set of legs in a blue Alfa.

And trying to fight off Dracula's mother at the same time.

You're out of your tree!

You got in late.

Yeah, I stopped to help an artic with a puncture.

I've got a container for Cardiff. Should be ready about five.

No, thanks.

What?

You wanted all the work you could get! Not tonight.

I've got a bit of other business. It's personal, you know.

What about tomorrow?

What have you got?

Doncaster. What load? Gear boxes.

There's one ready to come back. Not chemicals again?

Nah. I don't want to know about tankers of any sort.

I always think the bloody thing's going to blow up! Sweets!

Yeah, that sounds all right!

Be in at nine in the morning. Er, make it ten.

Might be a bit of a heavy night, you know.

You can get here when you like, son. That load leaves at nine.

You got no soul, Mr Wren!

Keep your shirt over it.

There's nothing missing. Are you sure? What was he like?

Scruffy.

Would you recognise him again? Yes. Anywhere.

What the hell was he after? Don't worry. You always get headcases in a district like this.

We'd better ring Harry.

No, don't do that. You know what he's like.

He does pay the rent! I know, but he doesn't have a key.

And if he finds out you have,

you won't have any hands left to use it.

He didn't? On my life!

Well, what was she doing with the other hand?

Eating chips.

Then what did he say?

Then he said, 'If you wait five minutes, it'll reach Hammersmith!'

Do you want the same again? Yeah, ta.

Listen, when's this fella coming? Well, he should be here now.

Er, a large malt and a Cuba Libre.

A Scotch, rum and coke.

Is that him?

And a large brandy, squire.

That should settle it.

Harry Poole. I'm a friend of Fran's.

Tommy Bracknell. Good to meet you.

Nice leather. Like it? Good choice. Must have cost a few bob.

Well, you have to pay for the best, don't you?

Ta.

Fran tells me you're interested in making a bit of money.

Well, who isn't? I mean REAL money.

Is there any other sort?

Here you are. For you.

Light and bitter.

Do you know what you're carrying? Gear boxes up, sweets down.

Sweets?

Do you want to lose that lorry, son?

I might. How much?

A grand.

You must be joking.

I never joke about anything as serious as money.

A monkey. 750.

Six. You're on.

You're a thief. My shout.

Is he kushti?

Yeah, I think so.

Keys.

Six long 'uns.

You get paid tomorrow.

No way, mate.

No readies, no keys.

Arni.

Keys.

Anybody move and I'll break his arm! Hold it!

And these keys go over there, and you'll never find 'em.

Argh! All right.

200 on balance, the rest tomorrow. Show me.

Where tomorrow?

Fulham.

Where? Betting shop.

Write down the address. The address is on the slip!

Harry said you were Jack the lad. You should have listened to him.

You've got to make it look good, Arni.

I call that convincing.

Guv?

Guv!

Gordon Bennett! Jack?

Jack! Get after 'em! Follow 'em!

I'm not leaving you like this. That's a bloody order!

All right.

Barrier across the road. There were too many coppers' uniforms waving the traffic left.

So I didn't argue. I pulled left.

I didn't realise it was a field till I was in it. Right in it.

What happened in the field? This happened.

Well, they must have talked to you. They asked me for the keys. I told them to get stuffed.

Could you identify them? No, way, guv. It was black as sin.

And they had this torch in my eyes.

Will you collect your pay-off?

Pay-off? For services rendered!

You've got it all wrong! No, son. YOU have.

You were in on it! Sure, yeah.

I said to him, 'Half-kill me! Mark me!'

They bloody nigh finished me and you're trying to blame me!

Leave it out!

Any chance of a coffee, mate?

No!

I'd like to speak to Inspector Regan alone, please. Yes, sir.

What about a coffee, then? Yes, sir.

What the hell are you doing here? Carter said you'd been hurt.

Do THEY know why you're here? Only that detective sergeant.

It's taken me four weeks to build this cover.

One word in the wrong ear, one bent copper, one phone call

and it's all wasted. Wasted!

You were involved in a robbery. How else am I expected to get close?

Put a small ad in Villains News? We know at least 20 faces

that are directly involved. We can pull 'em in.

And what? Question them! And they'll know nothing!

Nothing about the man! The placer, he's the grey matter.

He must have got rid of half a million quid's worth of bent gear in the last seven months.

Someone must know who he is. Yeah, my way, we find that someone.

Your way, we put 20 tearaways down for five

and the next day he goes out and recruits 20 more.

How close are you? That depends. On?

What happened last night. And how do I explain last night?

Lay it on me. You always do.

Monday's always Kick Jack Regan Day!

He got a bit stroppy, so I only stroked him.

That weren't the way I heard it.

I heard he gave Big Arni a bent wing,

and he had you by the short hairs.

So you gave him a kicking?

He's a mouth.

It takes more than a mouth to mess with Arni.

Next time...do as you're told.

What about his money, Harry?

You. Take it round to him. Go on.

Better let ME.

He might put Denny on crutches.

No way, lovely lady. Here...

Tell him to come and see me. He sounds useful.

Tell him?

Ask him. Nicely.

'Ere. What's your game?

Lift. What? Service lift. I've come to repair it.

What lift?

I don't know, some joker pointed me in this direction. There's no lift here.

Isn't there? Can I use your phone,

just to check the address? Get lost!

All right.

It's rubbish like you that gives hardworking drivers a bad reputation.

Mr Wren - Don't waste your lies on me.

I've been in this game too long!

If I was ten years younger, I'd take you round the back.

Do you realise what you've done?

That is the first load that we've ever lost.

That is a £15,000-a-year contract gone!

We'll have to lay men off! Good men, honest men with families.

What did you get? Half a grand?

How do you feel? A big man? Listen to me! Get out!

Get out, before I forget I'm a cripple and take a poke at you!

And leave the door open!

I could do with some fresh air.

Someone to see you, Mr Bracknell.

Hello, Tommy. Thank you, Mrs Harris.

He's had an accident. He's supposed to be resting.

Why don't you come down later, watch the racing? Relax a bit?

What was that for? Last night.

Here's your money.

Aren't you gonna count it? Why, are you dishonest?

Harry heard about what happened. Are you OK?

You look, er, different.

Yeah, well... Harry will explain that.

He wants to talk to you. The last time I talked to Harry

I ended up with a mouthful of toecap.

He likes the way you handle yourself.

Take my advice, Tommy. See him.

He can be very influential.

Glad you decided to come. She's very persuasive.

Scotch? Yeah. Straight? Yeah. Right.

Is this your place? Harry found it for me.

Very nice. Ta.

What happened to the roadrunner?

Well, I can't see her pulling many rides looking like that.

You like to bet the rent on that?

Cheers.

Forget about Arni. He don't know no better.

Thick as a lodging house sandwich.

And I've spoken to Denny.

Yeah, I'd like to speak to Denny. With half a yard of piping.

What did the law say? They're trying to lay it on me.

They don't want to see you again? I'm sure they would have said.

I like you, Tommy. You remind me of me...

..15 years back.

You'd go on wages to start with.

How much? One and a half a week.

Sounds like music.

Yeah, after a month, if it all works out,

you're on a percentage. How much is that worth?

Enough. And what do I do?

What you're told. When do I start?

You've started!

I wanna make one thing clear, sunny Jim.

Any problems, any troubles, any aggro,

and you are O-U-T. Out!

And I mean permanent.

Yeah, well, for 150 a week,

I think I could drop a scruple or two.

I've got to get close to Harry Poole.

Very close.

How?

He doesn't drive himself. So?

A face called Kesey chauffeurs for him. Chris Kesey.

I want him rested for a few days.

What do you want?

That's nice, isn't it? I'm just going out, Denny.

Haven't seen much of you lately.

Yeah, well, I've been busy. Yeah? What sort of busy?

I've missed you.

What's the matter? Expecting Harry?

Or somebody else? What's that supposed to mean?

Have you missed me, lovely lady?

I don't want you to come here any more.

I want the key.

You mean this? Yeah.

- Who's it for? - You're hurting me!

Am I?

I'm sorry.

Perhaps I should have grown a moustache.

Stop it!

Watch it, Arni. She's a heavy number. Yeah, so is my old lady.

Did you get your key?

Oi! I'm talking to you!

Works well, doesn't she? Lovely little mover.

Take it easy, Den. Harry's due.

Use your head.

You're wasting your breath.

He thinks that IQ's Italian for inside leg measurement.

All right, come on, big mouth. Come on!

Oi! What's going on here?

A union meeting?

Bother? No bother at all, Mr Poole.

All right, come on, let's stick to the work in hand.

Watch him. He's a mean sod.

Chris Kesey? Yeah.

What do YOU want?

Edna Roberts. What about her? You knew her.

A lot of people knew her. She was found dead.

That was 14 months ago. The coroner recorded an open verdict.

We now believe she was murdered.

Can't help you. Come on.

I tell you, I can't help you!

Your coat, sir. I've got to finish the car.

You've finished. Come on.

Get in that side. Chris has been picked up.

What for? Some old brass was found dead months ago.

He knew her.

You'll be driving for me. Me?

Yeah. It'll keep you out of Denny's way.

And one thing. No boozing.

I'm a very upright citizen.

It went to the top. They want you off the case.

Why? Bowyer sent in a report.

At least, his chief super did.

The local nick were embarrassed.

The way Bowyer questioned me, they bloody well should be!

The Commander called it another one of your cowboy operations.

We mustn't upset the provincial boys.

Bunch of ballerinas! I did all I could.

Yeah, I bet you did. No, he did, guvnor. I heard.

For once I think you're right. What have they actually said?

No definite order's been issued. Yet.

How long have I got?

The Commander and I are meeting in the morning.

Go sick, guv. What?

Anything. Just don't make that meeting. I can't do that.

Give me 48 hours.

Well... I'm close.

Please. And if you don't deliver?

We'll elbow the cover and pull in the faces we know.

I should never have eaten that fish.

Did I tell you I'm allergic to fish?

No, Mr Haskins, you never did.

Are you cutting down on your staff, Mr Poole?

No, son. I didn't know you could drive.

They taught me in the army.

There. Go and pick Frances up. I'm taking her out to dinner, OK?

Sure.

He did play a game yesterday.

His partner was a man called Barkis.

Andrew Barkis.

Director of a petrochemical plant, Korean War hero,

lives in Shortlands near Bromley. Married into money.

Three kids, all at private schools. Very respectable.

Yeah, it's starting to come together.

Starting to smell right.

They've booked for another game. When? Tomorrow.

Doesn't Frank Haskins play golf?

Carry on, I'm waiting for my partner. He hasn't shown up yet.

Thank you. Very kind of you.

Wonderful shot. Good shot.

Wasn't it? Just the right place.

How's it going? These aircraft don't help much, guv.

'I've been practising my putting. Looks all right to me.

You just stroke them.

A fiver you don't make it. You're on.'

Is it all like this? So far, guv.

Maybe Harry Poole just likes golf.

Maybe chickens have teeth!

They've got seven more holes to play.

I knew it. He's driving Harry's car,

messing with Harry's bird.

It's a takeover, Arni!

Well, well... Look who it isn't.

Who's he, Den?

That's what we're gonna find out.

'We've got a tip on some softs coming down from Scotland.

Can you move 'em? Difficult.

Not interested? Not for the moment.

What I could move is cosmetics. They're cheap brands.

I can feed them through the shops we've organised.

I'll see what's about.

Here comes that prat that keeps following us around.

Good game? Yes, very enjoyable.

He er, didn't turn up, then? Your partner? He got cold feet.

I took a fiver off him last week.'

I want Mr Regan to hear that.

Right, guv.

Well, I dunno. Buy yourself a new dress, beautiful.

Thanks.

I think we should keep it going for another three months.

Then shut it down.

Just for the year, 18 months.

We can always pick it up again anytime we want.

No point in pushing our luck.

Yeah.

Yeah, all right.

Is this a social visit? Harry wants to see you.

Hello?

No. No, he's not in.

No, he's not been in all day.

No, I don't know where he'd be.

So we followed him, didn't we?

And you know what?

He's a cozzer.

I never knew you had such a vivid imagination, Arni. Deny it?

I did meet Fran in the boozer. She asked me to.

Yeah? Cosy.

This, er, merchant you say you followed...

We followed him.

Fair hair? Thin face? That's him. Your mate.

He asked me the time. He went in with YOU!

He didn't! Fran'll tell you that! We were alone!

All right, in the next bar, then. But he left with you or just after.

And we followed him all the way to Scotland Yard!

If he is the filth... He is!

..I didn't know.

You didn't know he was in Fran's flat last week, nosing about? No, I didn't.

Maybe he's following her. Maybe he's got her under surveillance.

Surveillance? That's a real cozzer's word, that is.

Well, you'd better tell Harry! We ARE gonna tell Harry.

And you know what, Arni, I reckon Rent A Mouth here is gonna end up prematurely deceased.

What do you want Harry for?

Look, I'm coming over.

He might be at the warehouse, and I'm already known there.

Get Kent over there on the double.

I told you, Fran, about my old woman, my ex in Penge.

Ring her. Ask her.

He's a sweet talker, Fran. Don't listen to him. Ring Harry.

There was always something about you.

I can't explain it. Just something not quite right.

You never tried to touch me in the lorry.

Not so much as put a hand on my knee.

We were talking.

I didn't think much about it at the time. Fran...

Where's the phone?

Yeah? Yeah, it's Harry speaking.

What?

No. Now get him out of there!

If he's who you say he is, they must know about the warehouse.

Bring him here! It's the only place they won't know!

Guvnor, the file on Barkis. Any news from Kent?

Nah, not yet. I'm gonna slip out for a bit.

What for? I think someone's been lying to me.

Mrs Harris? Yeah.

Is Mr Bracknell in? No. No, he isn't.

This is official, Mrs Harris.

Police?

I thought he looked a bit, you know...

They've got those eyes.

He's a police officer. What?

He was here this afternoon, wasn't he? Look, I told you,

I haven't seen him. You were lying.

They never said nothing about him being a copper.

'They'? They made me say what I did on the phone.

Who? Two men. They came here to see him.

He left with them.

You've seen too many old films, Mr Poole.

You two, get out. Wait in the car.

Not you, Fran. You stay here.

Mr Poole, if you just listen...

I want all the details. Slowly.

Does she have any idea where they took him to?

She said no, but she's lied to me twice already.

The warehouse is deserted.

It's beginning to get a bit ugly, guvnor.

They must have taken him somewhere.

An astute observation, Sergeant.

Why was Rawlins following you? I don't know!

He was jealous.

What? He thought we were nest-building.

What are you on about? Didn't you know, Harry? Know what?

He's just trying it on. Know what?

About Fran and Rawlins. What about them? Harry's - Shut up!

You paid the rent, he had the key.

You bloody liar!

Ask her.

He's lying, Harry!

Wait a minute. Why did you meet in the pub?

Tell him, Fran.

Harry, did you ask her to meet him there? Course I didn't.

Have a look in this pocket, Harry.

She fancied me next.

Harry! Get out of my way! Harry, stop it!

We've got problems more important to worry about.

You've got no problems with me. The copper was following Fran.

She's your problem.

Did she tell you he broke into her flat?

No. No.

Rawlins knew about it. Did he tell you?

No, he didn't, no.

It seems to me it's him and her you should be questioning.

Get out my way!

Get...

Harry?

Harry!

I'm gonna kill you!

Harry!

Harry, for God's sake! Get out of the way!

Hello? Please get the police!

Anybody there? Is there anybody...

Hello? Please get the police! Quickly!

Harry?

Harry?

I was gonna marry her! What?

Do you hear me? Harry, no!

Harry, he's dead!

Harry! Harry, no!

Den!

Den!

No, Harry! No!

Harry, no!

Get an ambulance.

He's still breathing, guv.

Jack Regan, this is your life.

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