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I thought this tip-off was a dead cert.

Notice a betting shop round here, Cooney?

No. You what, George?

No, just I think we're wasting our time, that's all.

Hang about.

That's no blagger. That's Mr Bun with the bread.

Shut up.

Charlie...

Like we said, old son, nice and easy does it.

All right, Cooney, make a name for yourself.

Move it a bit, Charlie.

Ambulance required, junction of...

Junction of Kingston Avenue and Old Church Road. Yeah.

Junction of Kingston Avenue and Old Church Road.

Crap! The old bill. Where'd they come from? Shut it.

Throw a left here, and stop.

Blimey, did you see that? Nutcase.

All right, Cooney.

Who taught you to drive? Evel Knievel?

Pardon?

Oi, Cooney, do you have to polish the car now?

No, guv. OK, now, look, Fangio, you've done your Brands Hatch number.

Now get back in the bloody car.

Yeah, all right.

Where did you find him? He's a nutter. He's only holiday relief.

Where are we?

Shall I ask Cooney?

On yer bike.

So, what happened to Charlie?

I dunno.

We got out of the car with the money, and he took off.

And the Old Bill nabbed him.

I don't know. Who shopped us? No-one.

I reckon we're just unlucky, that's all. Leave off, son.

The law ain't that smart. Nobody's that unlucky.

It's right what Barney said, Mr Prince. We were just unlucky.

Should've done it myself. You said it was the way to finance the big one.

IF Charlie's been nicked, he won't grass his family, so we're in the clear.

Except for one thing.

What? It looks as if we've got no driver for Saturday, don't it, stupid?

The biggest thing we'll ever see, and no driver.

Charlie won't grass.

Morris, go and play with the traffic.

What?

Yeah.

Why do we put up with him?

Because I like him.

Hello, Sara.

Here you are, Dad. Thanks, love.

Aren't you gonna ask how we got on, then?

You got Charlie killed, didn't you? That was clever.

Killed? What?

It was on the news. It wasn't our fault.

Whose was it, then?

Yeah, well...

Who's gonna identify the body?

I suppose they'll want to drag his mum down all the way from Leeds.

Why don't you go, Sara? After all, he is your cousin.

Was.

That morgue'll be knee-deep in cozzers. She can't!

No. Better to let them find out who he is than have them sniffing around here, specially now.

You're right, Dad. I'll go. Well, that's it, then.

Just one thing...

We haven't got a chauffeur for Saturday.

We've gotta find somebody then. Somebody good.

Somebody good as Charlie.

Somebody safe as Charlie.

Oi. What's this?

Looks like a hair.

It is a hair. Yours.

You'll make inspector yet.

Careful, Cooney. You got a lot of mouth for a strapper on appro.

What are you doing up here?

Well done. Not bad for your first day with the squad.

Thank you, sir. Is there any news on the driver?

Apart from the fact that he's dead, no. His name's Charlie Spencer.

We've got his fingerprints. He has no form.

Been very quiet lately. A few ringing jobs. Nothing we could make stick.

It was a wage snatch, you know. Not a bank raid, as your man prophesised.

Yes, you're quite right, Jack. More luck than judgement.

All the same, I'd still like to nick the two boys who got away with the 20 grand.

Getting the driver's one thing. We're on to them. George is after the next of kin.

Excuse me, sir. Sorry to bother you and all that, but I'm getting married on Friday, and...

It's short notice and all that, but I was hoping you could make it.

Yes, thank you, Cooney. I'll...try.

It's Friday afternoon. Registry office, very quiet.

Just a few drinks afterwards. Yes, well, thank you.

If I can.

The wife and I - that is, Marie and I - we were hoping you two could make it as well.

Bring your ladies.

My missus'll be working, but I suppose I could.

Yeah, yeah, Friday should be all right.

Should be our day off. We're duty squad on Saturday.

Yes, well, you can't win 'em all, Jack. Just keep after the £20,000.

How did it go, love?

See him?

He's Old Bill.

They're on to it.

I know.

There's Haskins over there.

I'm really looking forward to Paris tomorrow.

There goes another good man. I like to see a young man with a stake in the future.

A belief in society.

How's the ulcer, guv? Rapidly becoming anaesthetised.

Mr Haskins. Nice of you to come, sir.

I don't think you've met the...wife.

You're a very lucky man, Cooney.

I'm sorry MY wife couldn't come along. My daughter has a music exam.

That's all right, Mr Haskins. It's very nice of you to come at such short notice.

Good luck. Thank you, sir.

Are you all right for booze, guv? I'm fine, yeah.

Nice girl.

Thank you.

Missed the wedding. Shame.

She's a nurse. Know what they say about nurses, don't you? Cheers.

Yeah, cheers. Have another one, guv.

There you go. Steady on.

You're Brian's boss, aren't you? Yes, I am. Do come and meet my husband.

Excuse me a moment. Meet her husband?

Do you have anything for me, George?

I checked up on old man Prince. Greg Prince they call him.

You were right. He's past it. He did a bad stretch last time. He's over the top.

What about the daughter? Sara? Nothing known.

She works as a croupier in the gaming club. Divorced.

She used to be married to Ernie King, do you remember?

Went for the middleweight title. Yeah, I remember. Got crucified by a yank, didn't he?

Anyway, they split about three years ago now.

She puts it about a bit, apparently.

Um...

Since the old woman died she's been living with the old fella.

Same as the son Barney. Yeah, I wondered about him.

He's a tough monkey. Plenty of form. I took some details.

He knocks around with Morrie Brass.

Imitation hardcase. Bit of GBH and lightweight thieving.

Apparently, he's after Sara.

Yeah, you could be right. They could be the two that had it away on their toes.

Why would big sister turn up bold as brass at the morgue?

The bloke there said her auntie had asked her.

Doesn't smell right to me.

Hello. My luck's changed. You might be on a promise there, George.

Yeah.

Aren't you going to wait for them to cut the cake? I've had enough of Cooney's speeches already.

Where's Jack going? Well, you know Mr Regan. Can't stand weddings.

Yes, well, George. We all know that marriage is a wonderful institution. With the right partner.

Yes, Guv.

You know, sometimes I don't understand Jack at all.

I never do.

Have another drink. Thank you.

Look, dummy, when you get a spare, you add the first four of your next frame onto the ten you've got.

Got it. That's what I've done, haven't I?

God help us.

This lane's taken.

All night, by the look of it.

Look, sport, the bloody place is empty.

Morris Brass?

Who wants to know, sunshine?

The name's Regan. Flying Squad.

So? I want a word with you and your mate.

Yeah? Who's this, then?

Hello, Barney.

Do I know you? No, but you will.

Look, I don't know who you are. The Sweeney.

Regan.

Yeah?

What's all this about, then? Charlie Spencer was your cousin, right?

Yeah. Bad that, what happened to Charlie.

Where were you when it happened? When what happened?

When Charlie snuffed it. Where was I, I mean exactly?

Three o'clock, Tuesday.

Tuesday... Lakefield Park. A long way from home.

The gee-gees. I was at the betting shop, weren't I?

Who saw you there? A lot of blokes.

I mean, Mickey Hennessey, Archie Greenberg.

About half a dozen. Yeah. And Fred Peters the manager. He'll remember us too.

Will he?

And Fred Peters and co will all swear to that, no doubt?

I think you'll find they all will.

I'm sure they will, because you've made sure they perjure themselves, haven't you?

Have it your way, sailor.

I'll be seeing you, Barney. Fancy your chances?

Not with Einstein scoring, I don't.

Ouf!

He susses something, Barney. Just fishing, that's all.

Seen Sara up the morgue like we said.

Just trying to load us up. He's got no proof and he knows it.

All the same, Morris, stay schtum. Don't want the old man doing his nut.

Hey, come on. Anyone would think this is our first time.

Brian, I know it isn't,

but in a way, it is.

Look, I won't be a moment.

I'll get it.

Hello? Yip.

Who? Sergeant Carter?

Yeah. Well...

Send him up. Brian!

No, no, no.

Um... Where?

Yeah, OK. Thank you very much. Brian!

That was George Carter. You know - Regan's skipper.

He wants a quick word with me in the American Bar.

What a time to choose!

Gin and tonic, please.

No...

Tomato juice.

Reception.

Mr Cooney here.

Look, he did say the American Bar, didn't he?

Yeah, well, I'm there now.

If you spot him on the way out, would you...

No, no, it's all right.

Yeah, thank you very much.

How about that Carter!

Marie?

Marie!

Hello, Cooney. We've got Marie here. She wants to talk to you.

Well, talk to him.

Just say hello. Say any more, and it'll be your last mistake.

God. Just hello. Just so he'll know who you are.

Now!

Hello.

B-Brian?

Brian?

Is that you, Brian?

They've cut all my hair off, and it's -

Get this right, first time.

Go to the service bay under the hotel. There's a blue Jag waiting.

Be there. Mr Cooney, no cavalry, or we'll stripe her.

Hold on. Hello?

God.

Carter.

Hello? Is Mr Regan there, please?

No. Who wants him? When will he be back? He's due any minute.

Oi, is that you, Cooney?

Yeah.

Don't tell me you're asking for Police assistance! No.

No. I thought you were on honeymoon, mate.

Listen, I'm a man of limited experience, but if there's anything I can do for you...

All right. Sorry, skip. Forget it,

All right. I'll tell him you called, shall I?

Yeah, thanks.

Brian? Listen, son, if it's anything urgent...

Suit yourself.

That's nice. No playmates?

Inside. Face down - Hang about.

If you want to see your mum again, stay schtum.

What're you doing here, guv? I was just having some of your stuff. My wife's gonna...

I heard you'd been after young prince. You get anywhere?

He's got a bogus alibi and he smells. Well, pull him in.

I want a bit more before I do. Bit more? What have you got now?

Nothing. Marvellous.

I don't know how I came to drink all that. No, guv. How many did I have?

Never mind. Look, I'll leave you to it.

Well, we're working on it. All work and no play makes Jack...

Did we get Cooney a present? I don't know. Did we?

Jack, he's your driver. You're responsible for him. Yeah, I know.

All right, guv?

Did he enjoy the wedding?

Anything on Spencer? Nothing we didn't know already.

No records either here or in Criminal Intelligence

about anybody working as an associate of Charlie Spencer for the last three years.

Except Morris Brass.

He must have driven for somebody. You don't get a reputation like that for nothing.

We could spread a few bob around, see if any grass comes up with the latest

That's an idea, George.

Do you fancy a drink?

No, I told the wife... Yeah, all right, come on.

Here, Cooney get hold of you? Cooney?

He was on the blower. Said he wanted you.

Me? Why? I dunno.

Don't send me up, George. I'm too tired for your Christmas cracker honeymoon jokes.

I'm not sending you up. It was very serious.

He's having me on. You've got to hand it to him - he'll stop at nothing on that ego trip of his.

You don't have to tell me.

Now, that's the proposition, Mr Cooney.

So what do you say?

I think you're mad. You're bloody mad!

I'll need a driver. We've sussed your track record.

You're very good.

What's your problem? Don't you want 10,000 quid?

I want my wife, that's what I want.

You'll have her, all nicely wrapped up to take back to the bridal suite

as soon as the job is over.

Here she is, Cooney.

Marie!

Marie!

There, cozzer.

I'll kill you! I'll bloody kill the lot of you!

Look at her. Look...

Marie?

Are you all right, love? Yes.

Yes. God.

Brian, why have they done this to us?

Get help, please! Please!

That's enough.

Still, sunshine.

She's had about as much as she can take, Cooney.

If you don't cooperate, she may have to take a lot more.

She's got a pretty face, Cooney.

Why don't we keep it like that?

You don't want to look at her every day and feel responsible, do you?

You leave her alone. Leave her alone!

That's down to you, lover boy. Don't you want her back, Cooney?

All in one piece. We're not playing games.

You're a copper. You've been around.

You know what we can do to her.

If we put our minds to it.

If... IF I do whatever YOU want,

you'll let her go?

Yeah. After the job. All right.

Well, let her go.

Wise up, sunshine.

All right, love.

It's gonna be all right. Don't worry. I'll -

You'll what?

OK.

You win.

What do you want me to do?

Stay here tonight, for starters.

I can't. The hotel, I've got to go back. I've got plane tickets tomorrow!

You're going nowhere, sonny.

Care for a drink, sir? No, thank you. I prefer to play.

£100,000.

Gentlemen, the game is poker.

Dealer's Choice. The table stakes of £100,000 for each player.

There's no credit, and if any player loses his stake, he retires from the game. Accepted?

Yes. First Jack calls.

Seven Card Stud.

£1,000.

Your call, sir.

Gentlemen, how about a change of game? Why not?

Five Card Draw? No deck?

Certainly, sir.

Room service.

Freeze! That's for starters. Next one gets his head blown off.

Don't try anything, Cooney.

Shut up, will you? I'm just doing my coat up.

On the deck, face down.

You've been sensible so far. Don't do anything stupid.

Get after them! After them!

On your way, sonny.

Hello? Hello!

Hello!

At last. Give me the police.

The police!

What? Room 320!

Hurry!

£600,000 has been stolen!

Most of it mine.

I'll take my chances with the police.

And if any of you want to see any of your money back,

you've got no choice.

Gentlemen, I feel I must warn you, the police are likely to be...

unfriendly about your money.

Would you like a drink?

6,000 big 'uns!

What do you think about that, Pop? Yeah. Had if off, son, haven't we?

Sweet as a nut, Cooney.

You're on the firm now. One of the chaps.

What's the matter with you, cozzer? Shut up, will you? I cut my head.

Look, this game's quite legal.

Yeah, these gentlemen were playing for money, but...

Flying squad. We got a call.

Detective Inspector Regan. What's all this about?

We've been robbed. Two men came in with guns, and they took away £600,000!

Blimey. Is he joking?

Any descriptions? Descriptions, descriptions!

Go and get them!

Yeah. Could anybody recognise them again?

How about you, miss?

Well, well.

You look just like Sara Prince.

Miss Sara Prince. Or is it Mrs? Miss. What are you doing here?

I'm a croupier. No kidding.

Look, the people running the game, taking part in the game, asked me.

I usually work at the Bullion Club. They all know me.

But do you know the villains that just got away with...£600,000?

How could I know them?

Look, Inspector,

I am only too happy to cooperate.

Only just, please, do something!

For a start, you can all make statements to this officer here.

Look, Inspector, this was a small game between friends.

OK, you can call it illegal if you want -

I'll say I can. £600,000!

Over half a million quid, and you call it a friendly.

Don't come it. This was the big pot, right?

Look, Inspector, if it is a matter of exchange control regulations...

Damn right it's a matter of exchange control regulations.

Breach of exchange control regulations.

My money is a private matter.

Any enquiries you wish to make on that score, I suggest you direct them to my country's embassy.

In the meantime, I think you'd both be better employed

in capturing two armed and dangerous bandits

who have stolen a vast quantity of money.

You what?!

I suggest you stop harassing foreign visitors to your country,

and get on with the job you are paid to do.

Bloody cheek! All right, all right.

Now, statements...

Ladies first.

I was hired by a reputable gaming house to demonstrate dealing techniques.

Do leave off, love. Inspector Regan?

If I might just have a word outside.

Go down and tell Wilson where we are, George.

Yeah, OK.

Sergeant?

Take a statement from this young lady, will you?

In over the weekend, guv?

I thought I was just collating statistics for the ACC's quarterly report.

Then I heard you'd rowed yourself in here. We are duty squad.

I know. You were bored out of your mind waiting for the classified to come up.

The suddenly, manna from Heaven on the air.

A robbery at a posh hotel. 600 grand, guv.

So they say.

You've involved yourself, your firm, and what's more to the point, ME with foreigners,

embassies, politicians, the Home Office, and almost certainly questions in the House.

It's Saturday afternoon. We're all very tired.

Biggest break that uniformed sergeant has ever had.

Now, be reasonable for once. Go in, get Carter, go home, and settle for Match of the Day.

There's a connection in there. You won't get anything out of them unless you promise them immunity.

What? You've got no choice. If you threaten them, they'll shut up.

They brought in a load of hot money. I can hold them for questioning.

And carve out a very promising career for yourself as a traffic warden.

They're just a bunch of big-time gamblers who've been done.

It's probably a set-up. I go along with that.

If we manage to get their money back for them, our police remain wonderful.

Right. At the moment we're a good deal less wonderful than O Division CID.

Yeah, all right, guv. I'll go and put the local factory in the picture.

Right, thanks, Jack. Just do that, and no more.

Oi, guv. You're CID, right? That's right.

I saw the car, didn't I? You what?

I saw the getaway car.

Can you give us a description? Four blokes.

One of them posh foreign jobs.

Yeah, go on.

I was carrying these bags, see. bloody heavy they was.

I think they come from the airport, Manila. What about the car?

It comes out like the clappers. Do you know, it nearly knocked me down.

What happened then?

Um, it comes out like the clappers, then as I say, it suddenly stops.

Stopped? Yeah, to let me across the road.

I was carrying these four bags, you see.

Yeah, I see. Yeah, cheers.

Pleasure.

Marie?

That hotel. What a bloody hassle.

Marie, please. Don't look at me!

Marie!

There. See what you've married?

Come on.

I think I married a very brave girl.

Brian, the door! You locked it? Yeah, yeah.

Everything's all right. Don't worry.

I think I'd better phone the guv'nor, don't you? You can't!

If you tell, if you go...

Anyway, that Regan, he won't believe that you did it for me.

You're right.

Still, I mean, I didn't take that money, did I?

Perhaps he'll - No more, Brian. Please.

I couldn't go through any more.

Here, what did you tell that divisional DI?

To get on with it. He's gonna keep me posted. He's an old mate.

So we just forget it? I mean, seriously.

Not bloody likely.

It could all be a coincidence.

It couldn't.

Sara Prince's cousin and, in all probability,

her brother and that horizontal heavyweight knock over a cashier carrying 20 grand.

Four days later, she happens to be around when 600 grand goes for a walk.

So the wage snatch financed the big coup.

Come off it, guv. We're really gonna have to bust a gut to break Barney and Morrie's alibis.

The only thing you'll get that Sara on is contravening the gaming act.

What's that? A 30 quid fine.

Regan.

Yeah, hello, Steve.

Yeah.

Yeah, of course. I expected that.

Are you sure?

What about the blokes on holiday or sick leave?

OK.

Well, thanks for ringing.

Steve Hunt at Traffic. Yeah?

They found a car - BMW. The hotel job.

It was dumped.

Nothing in it except a standard issue Metropolitan Police ball pen under the driver's seat.

That hotel porter, he said the getaway car stopped to let him cross the road.

A copper?

No. Steve said no Met copper's got a car with that registration.

No copper's reported his car stolen.

I wish we'd never let Cooney get us into this.

Hello, love.

Everything OK? Yeah.

Goodsky rang last night.

Got to Tangiers OK. Yeah?

It'll take about three weeks for the readies to get to us.

That's 100,000 quid a-piece, so what are you looking so miserable about?

The Old Bill, Dad. It's too quiet. They didn't get nowhere.

Listen, it was a bent game, you know that.

Those foreign toffs don't want any trouble.

The law hasn't got enough to go on anyway.

Did you cop the 2:30? What?

Morrie here put a tenner on the favourite. Comes last.

Come out of the bloody stalls backwards.

I'll tell you what, darling, you'd better come up with his share quick, or he's gonna be skint.

Real brassic, Sara.

You'll have to wait.

Cop her? Who's for a drink?

Yeah, I like your style, Barney.

There's a full case round the back. What's the matter? Are you paralysed?

OK, Pop, keep your rag on.

Come on, Muscles.

That Morrie. What a pain. Yeah.

He fancies you. Don't I know.

You shouldn't gee him up like that.

He's useful.

Bleeding hard case you are, just like your poor old mum.

That silly bleeder!

Why? He's fallen down the steps!

Who's having one then? All right, just a small one.

Whoa!

At least you two haven't lost your sense of humour.

I was just telling her, we got away with blue murder.

We should be bloody grateful. Shut up, Dad!

All right, all right.

Come on. What's up with big sis, then?

Come on. Pop's right.

Nobody sussed poor Charlie.

And Regan never came back after.

Regan? Yeah.

Regan. The Sweeney bloke who bent our ears.

Regan was the DI at the hotel.

Remember Carter his mate? Flash, fair hair.

He was the one that was on to me at the morgue.

What did you tell him? What did you say?

Hey, that looks terrific. It's cheap and nasty.

Now, look, sweetheart, you've got to pull yourself together.

We've been through this a hundred times before!

Life's gotta go on, you know.

Yeah.

Yes.

I know, Brian.

Look, I'll try.

I promise.

Listen, why don't you get to the doctor's and...

well, tell him you can't sleep or something, get him to give you a tonic?

All right, all right!

It's half-past eight already. I think you'd better go.

Yeah, all right.

Sorry, I forgot.

Is it... It is all right?

Brian? Yeah.

Yeah, love, everything's fine.

Look, I'm sorry, love. I've gotta rush.

All right.

Bye, love. I'll see you tonight.

So Haskins goes to the fifth floor and he meets this big dark cloud and a voice booms out of it -

"Do not make waves, Francis."

So we just let it slide, then? Well, you know what they're like.

"We don't want any diplomatic repercussions".

"Bad for tourism" and all that.

The Swiss geezer was the only one that complained anyway.

Then he must've been winning. Well, he got over it pretty quick. He flew back home yesterday.

Bang goes your theory about a Prince connection, then. Barney and Morrie's alibis are cast iron.

Naturally.

They could have been involved in both jobs.

Yeah, well, Cooney's loused that up for you, ain't he?

Killing their Stoppo. Yeah, I'll kill him if he doesn't get a move on.

Well, they could have recruited another driver. Yeah.

I know a copper who leaves police pens all over the place.

And stops to let people cross the road before he leaves the scene of the crime?

That's the one. It's happened before, you know, George.

Yeah in Hawaii 5.0.

Here he is.

Sorry I'm late, guv.

Traffic. As it's your first day back, Casanova.

Mind if I put this in the back? No.

Where to, guv? Hammersmith Flyover. We're still on the hijack job.

How was the honeymoon, then? OK.

OK. Is that all?

Yeah, well, the wife weren't too well.

Sorry to hear that.

Nerves, I suppose. We come back early.

From Paris? When did you get back?

We come back Sunday morning, actually.

Shame, that. You only had a long weekend anyway?

Two days' highlife in Montmartre.

You seem to have had that all right.

I just bumped it.

I won't ask how you did it. In the car, actually.

Pulled up a bit sharp, and... windscreen.

Clunk click, old son.

Guv'nor, read that at the bottom there.

I think you'll find that quite interesting.

Yeah. Just pull up here.

George, listen, I've got a meeting this morning. I forgot all about it.

You go on, and I'll get a cab.

OK, guv.

Have you got one of the firm's pens on you, Coones?

Hello, Mr Regan. Hello, Marie. How's the new...

Brian's gone. You've missed him. Yes, yes, I know.

I was just passing. I thought I'd call in, have a little chat.

Would you like a - No, no, I don't want to hold you up.

I was only going down the shops. I'll walk with you if you don't mind.

No.

No, of course not.

I just wondered if everything was all right.

All right? Yeah.

I spoke to Brian this morning. He seemed a bit edgy, you know. A bit uptight.

Just wondered if everything was all right.

Yeah, yeah, everything's fine.

Bit nervy, are you? What?

Brian, he said your nerves - Did he?

Well, yeah, they are a bit.

I expect it's all the excitement, getting married and that.

It's a big business, isn't it? Yes, it is.

Something's different. What?

Your hair.

This? Yeah, I like your own hair better. You've got lovely hair.

Lots of people wear wigs these days. Do they? With hair like yours?

It's up to me if I want to wear a wig, isn't it? Sure, sure.

How was Paris, then? Um...

We didn't go. You didn't go?!

I thought Brian said you came back early.

I must have misunderstood him.

I wasn't feeling very well.

Brian said, yeah.

So there's nothing at all? No problems?

You...OK for money?

Money?

Most young people have difficulties these days, don't they?

No. We're not exactly rich, but we've got plenty of money.

Sure, sure, I see, yeah.

Do me a favour, love. Don't tell Brian I called.

I don't want him to think I'm fussing.

No, I won't.

Well, I'll get off, but glad you're better.

Yeah. Bye.

Where to now, guv? Just up the road there.

Something on? There will be soon.

Big shift of old notes from the bank over there.

Three o'clock, Wednesday afternoon. We're just doing the final checks.

Are we guarding it?

No, that's the security firm's job.

Just one van, that's all.

20,000 nicker in old notes in the one van.

Here?

It's nonsense. Cooney...

What possible evidence do you have?

There's a cut on the side of his head. That could be with braking suddenly.

The witness saw the getaway car brake hard.

Did the witness see him take the money?

Would he know him again, identify him?

Guv'nor, he had £10,000 put in his bank account on Monday.

10,000 quid. How do you explain that?

Legacy, win on the pools. Could be a marriage settlement.

Her old man runs a tobacconists in Felixstowe. Where's he gonna get ten grand?

Jack, I have to have more than supposition to suspend a man.

The wedding night phone call, the cancelled honeymoon.

They're both behaving very strangely. You can hardly get a word out of him.

I'm not so sure that's a bad thing.

Her mum's fluttering like a leaf, and she's taken to wearing a wig.

A wig? With hair like that?

I'll say one thing - it's a rotten one. I don't think they're spending the money yet.

Somebody could be loading him up. Who'd want to load up Cooney?

Look, guv, as the officer in charge of the motor Cooney's driving,

I'm responsible for him.

If he gets into trouble, they'll throw the book at me.

They'll do me for lack of supervision. I'm not wearing that, guv.

He is bent. Face it, he's gotta be.

George?

I'm sorry, guv. I think he's bent.

All right. Let's have him in. Time I talked to him.

Could you leave it a day, guv? What?

I've put a job his way.

Now he tells me. The day after tomorrow.

It's his day off.

What did Sara say?

She didn't wanna know. Easy for her.

Don't smoke over the table.

What do you want out of it?

25.

I could do with a bit of that. We'll be waiting forever - Shut it.

You'll drive?

Yeah. You'll have to supply the car, right?

What? Why have you gone bent all of a sudden?

You gave me ten grand, right?

I just realised what a drag it is living on 35 quid a week.

Phone me here tonight after six o'clock, all right?

You're on, then?

Why not?

Are you gonna tell the old man?

Nah, his bottle's gone.

What the hell's he up to? There's no way out of herel

Shut up. This is my manor, remember?

Get an ambulance!

All right, Cooney, try not to move.

Ambulance is on its way.

I'm OK.

You weren't on the take, were you, son?

No. It was blackmail.

They had Marie.

I had to get my own back, guv'nor.

I've ruined my chances in the job, haven't I?

Yeah, I'm afraid so, son.

Were all the Princes involved?

Yes, all of them. Including the girl?

Sara.

Especially the girl.

Don't worry, we'll get her.

And the old man.

Thanks to Cooney, then.

You know what they say. What's that?

If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined.

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