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[titles music]

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Last one tonight. - Yeah.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight, Patti. - Morning.

Oh, got the keys?

Come on, Benny. I'm tired. I want to get home.

[Duncan chuckles] Cop that!

[Webb tuts]

I wonder how many press-ups she does every morning?

- That's all you think about. - Nine and six, this magazine.

Nine and a tanner!

[Webb] Wish I had a paper.

Do you think he's got somethin' to eat?

I don't know, do I? Have a look.

Well, I must have somethin'.

I've only had a packet of crisps since yesterday afternoon.

Here's Benny now.

He can tell you.

[Duncan] He's only pulled.

He's only pulled a bird.

Well, I'd give her one.

What are you doing?

Please leave this flat as you'd expect to find it.

[tuts]

[small clock ticking]

[knocking on door]

[Webb] Vic?

Vic?

[water running]

[lift whirs]

[lift door rattles]

- The light's on. - Good morning.

- What's the game? - In there.

Well, don't you stand there, girl. Come in.

Why don't you go and make a cup of tea?

Hello, Benny.

Look, Vic...

Ooh!

[Benny groans]

Pick him up. Pick him up.

[Benny groans]

Ooh!

Ooh! Ooh!

Benny...

Benny, you've been talking too much.

[Benny] Christ!

This will help you to get the chat out quicker.

Please!

[Benny screams]

Careful, Vic.

Bleedin' pigeons!

- Morning, Mum. - Oh, morning, Vic.

- Brought you a nice cup of tea. - Thank you.

- Have a good sleep? - Yeah, I must have done.

- What time is it? - Mm, it's about half past eight.

Oh, you're up early.

Yeah, I had a night out with the boys.

Looks as if it's gonna be a nice day.

Might go for a run down to the coast. Get a breath of sea air.

- Brighton? - Well, if you like, yes.

Oh, goody!

Drink your tea while it's hot.

[children's playful shouts]

Morning.

Hello, Tom.

[Tom laughs] Ah, how's my favourite girl then, eh?

She never gives me a hug like that. I think she saves them for you.

Yeah, well, her Uncle Tom's her favourite, isn't he?

Aren't I your favourite, eh?

Oh, I like your new dress. It's lovely, that.

Come to help me with the gardening?

Benny Thompson got done last night.

- Is he dead? - No, poor lad. They cut him.

Here and here, and most other places.

- Uh, Jill, love. - Yes?

Go and ask Mummy to make us a cup of coffee, will you?

- Thank you, darling. - And some biscuits.

Yeah, they strung him up like a bleeding carcass

and hung him from a window five storeys up.

Benny Thompson? He didn't give us much, did he?

No, nothing special, just gossip.

- Smells like Vic Dakin to me. - Can't think why he bothered.

I'd better come in.

No, you're all right. I just dropped by.

Anything to stop bloody gardening.

[indistinct chatter]

[till rings]

Morning, Vic. See the match then?

Ah, terrible.

Ah, they shouldn't have taken Weller off, should they?

He's looking well. Where you been, Tommy? South of France?

He played very well, that... Weller.

Yeah. Go on, give him a drink. Cheer him up a bit.

Yeah, uh, how's Mrs Dakin these days then?

She's well, thank you. It's very nice of you to ask.

- Give him a drink. - Yeah, sure.

Morning, Vic. How you keeping?

How's Mum?

Good night on the box tonight. Donald O'Connor and Vera-Ellen.

What's the score then, Danny? Bit of aggravation at the club?

[Webb] Oh, Danny's got a bit of business.

Oh, yes?

Well, it's not quite your line, Vic, but, uh, bit of money.

- How much money? - Sixty, seventy thousand.

Here you are, boys.

Ta.

- I'm listening. - Plastics factory.

Huge place, big payroll. No armoured van.

Mm-hm.

I know the clerk, see? He works in the wages department.

He sees the money being delivered every week. Well, he's there.

Why is he telling you about it?

Well, he comes down the club, doesn't he?

You know the type, pathetic.

Comes down the club most Saturdays.

Tells his wife he's going to the football.

- That makes him bent. - No, no.

But he's crewed up with one of the birds, isn't he?

Only wants to take care of her.

You know what I mean? He's a bit bent for a start.

Bitter, you know. Thinks the world owes him something.

A wanker.

Worth a peek, Vic.

Sounds a bit tasty.

Well, it's nice of you to think of us, Danny.

Uh, I'll have a little think.

- I'll see you. - Oh. Yes. Well, cheers, Vic.

Anytime, you know. Uh...

Yes. Yes.

Uh, no need to collect off Danny for a couple of weeks.

Reward initiative.

I don't know. It's not our sort of... Well, I mean, it's not your sort...

Well, what I mean is, well, a bit of robbery these days...

Well, I mean... you can't tell.

We're being very erudite today, aren't we?

Bit of blazing eloquence there.

Just give me the keys. I'll take Mum for a run.

See if you can find Wolfe. I want to talk to him.

I wanna see what he's up to.

It's just a favour, love.

Yes, well, I don't like some of your favours.

Look, we'll take a nice drive in the country, right?

Fresh air, posh house, lovely way to spend a Sunday.

And who's going to be there?

Some friends of mine.

You've just got to be nice to them.

You know, it's important to me, love.

And you'll meet a nice type of person. Generous with it.

Got his own plane.

Lands in the back garden. Nips up to Scotland, shoots his own deer.

Yes, it has a certain style about it.

Some place though, isn't it? Fit for a king.

I bet the bathrooms are freezing.

Wolfe, I'm so glad you could come. How terrific.

Hello, Vivian. This is Venetia.

Hello, Venetia.

Well, we're all drinking in here, so do come on through.

I do wish you'd been down here last night, Wolfe. Some lovely faces came down.

Yeah.

Anyway, please circulate and I'll organise some champagne for you.

- And do help yourself to what you want. - Fine.

- Who's she? - Sshh.

It's his gaff. Only a marquis, isn't he?

Influencing friends and making people.

- Thank you, squire. - Oh, thanks.

Cheers.

I know his face, don't I?

Should do. Seen it often enough on the telly.

Stirring the conscience of the nation. He's an MP.

- Mm. Well, he wouldn't get my vote. - It's not your vote he's after.

Hello, Wolfe.

Venetia, this is Gerald Draycott.

Hello, Venetia.

Hello.

Vivian tells me you're not staying, Wolfe.

What do you mean, you're not staying?

Well, I've got to get back to town, love. I've got things to do.

Listen, I'll take your car, okay?

I'm sure someone will give you a lift back in the morning.

Oh, yes. I'm going back myself.

Got things to do, pet.

You are a sod, Wolfe.

What can I do?

What a shame, hmm?

Still, I hope you'll enter into the spirit of things, Venetia, hmm?

Hello, boy. [claps]

- Hello, Wolfe. - Hello, Ken.

Did your friends find you?

Friends?

What friends?

Yes, two of them asking for you about, uh, about an hour ago.

Where you going, Ken? You just gonna take him for a walk?

No, I'm just going down to The Potter for a drink.

Yeah, well, listen, bring him upstairs. I've got some meat for him, okay?

Okay.

Terry.

Duncan.

[dog growls and barks]

Sshh, boy. Shoo.

[dog panting]

Well, what's the scene?

Vic's missed you, Wolfe. He wants to see ya.

Just friendly, like. He's very fond of you, Wolfe.

- Well, how's his mum? She okay? - All right. Mustn't grumble, Wolfie boy.

Gettin' old. You know what I mean?

He wants to see ya.

Well, I'll give him a call, all right?

Right.

What's your name?

Kenneth.

That's a nice dog you got there, Ken.

A friend of mine had one like it.

It got run over.

A few times.

What was all that about then?

Nothing to worry about.

Just a couple of ice creams.

- Come on. Give you that meat, eh? - Yeah.

[whistles]

I'm back.

You might have put the kettle on.

What do you want? Cheese and chutney or ham?

- Oh! - Look, I told you to stay at home.

You could've been still in your garden.

I was going to do it last week, but it pissed down.

The girl didn't say anything, sir.

Well, you're a very lucky lad, constable.

No, sir. I mean, Benny Thompson's girlfriend, sir.

She said she came home and found him there.

What, at six o'clock in the morning?

- What about Thompson? - He's still on the critical list.

Oh, he'll live, just.

But he'll live.

All right, Len, thanks.

Would Dakin be there himself?

Be there himself? He'd have done it himself.

He'd have enjoyed it. He doesn't give a monkey's.

Helped him to relax for a week or two.

Hmm! Do you know what he does on Sunday, Tom?

If it's fine, he takes his mum down to Brighton,

walks around the seafront, up to the pier,

buys a plate of whelks,

then drives home at 30 miles an hour so she doesn't get hiccups.

He can't be all bad then, can he?

I brought you some Ovaltine.

- Help you sleep better. - Oh, thank you, dear.

- I didn't want the biscuits. - Oh, it's all right.

Well, I'm off to bed. It's been a long day.

- I did enjoy it. - Yes, so did I, so did I.

Well, God bless.

- Goodnight. God bless, son. - Goodnight, sweetheart.

How are you, Danny? Nice weekend?

I've got to pack this in, Mr Matthews.

Benny Thompson.

Oh, Benny.

Benny was flash. He put it about too much.

Not like you, Danny.

You use a bit of common sense.

Not funny, is it though?

Occupational hazard, isn't it?

- Pardon? - You're a grass, Danny.

You don't just pack it in.

I've got to ease off, haven't I? Or I'll never last the distance.

I'll tell you, if I could get a good year at the club,

I'd jack everything in. Sell it.

Go abroad in the sun.

Spain. Do my chest good.

What's Dakin doing?

Apart from carving up croupiers.

Uh, I don't know, do I? When do I see Dakin?

You pay him protection money.

He's a nutter.

He's a psychopath.

A few years ago, when he was small-time,

just a minder down the Bush, do you know what he done?

He tied a Maltese boss to a lamp-post and cut off his...

Yes, I know.

You're going to need... money,

for Spain, Danny.

- Hello, how was he? - Quiet.

Yeah, they'll all be shit scared for a couple of weeks.

Oh, he did reckon Silver Mine in the 3:30 at Sandown.

Oh, come on! He must be joking.

Diabolical, this traffic.

See that mad bugger?

Go on, get out of it!

[Dakin] That's the bank.

Got a hard on, have you? Bloody drive!

Time us to the factory. Just want a rough idea.

Then we'll time their motor when they next pick up.

[Webb] There it is.

Pull up at that phone box.

Go and make a phone call, Terry.

Who to?

Your fairy-sodding-godmother. I don't know. Go and make a phone call.

My godmother?

So it appears that we three are loitering here with intent

to commit a telephone call.

- Fancy living here. - Oh, nice and quiet.

Stupid punters.

Telly all the week, screw the wife on Saturday.

Well, what do you reckon, Vic?

Looks sweet enough.

- Out of order. - Hooligans.

Lot to find out.

What cars, how many people, what day,

how they carry the greens.

That geezer in the wages department, I'd like to have a chat with him.

I'm a clerk and a clerk, Mr Bellamy, is nothing now.

Oh, just before the war, he was important.

He gave the orders. He was the one who could rise to 400 a year.

A little modest saloon by the time he was 40.

Your working man stayed at three quid a week.

Not now. My wife knows it.

She said to our kid, "You won't be a failure like your father."

Sounds a right cow.

- We need lots of details. - Yes, of course.

Forty six and married to her. I'm human.

I want a bit of love, see? Not contempt.

- Girl, things I've missed. - Yes.

- I've found one now. Nice girl. - Good. Good.

We'll get you some money. You can buy her some nice things.

Well, who cares about the firm? They turn over millions.

Don't think I'll talk, Mr Bellamy, or get the wind up and go to the law.

If they get it, I'll enjoy every minute of it.

Could you draw us a diagram of the factory? You know, where the wages department is?

Yes, of course, of course. I've worked there 17 years.

Filling in silly little forms and pink carbon copies.

I want to know all about cars and pick-ups and people.

Varies.

You've got four weeks to do it.

Why?

They're waiting delivery of an armoured van.

They'll have it then.

Oh.

[indistinct chatter]

- Thank you. - Thank you, sir.

- And goodnight, gentlemen. - Thank you.

Thank you, Wolfe, for the weekend.

She was marvellous once she got started. Once you wound her up, she wouldn't...

- Spare me the organ recital. - What?

Spare me the organ recital.

- [Gerald] Now, that is very nice. - [Wolfe] Mm-hm.

That is nice.

- Do you know her? - By sight.

How do I meet her?

You canvas her. Look, piss off, will you?

Thompson just worked here.

I was his employer, not his guardian.

I'd have thought you'd have known something about your employees' personal lives.

No reason to.

As long as they have no criminal record.

As long as they're courteous, honest and well-groomed.

We take great care, of course, we have to, with the type of clientele we have here.

And what type's that?

Distinguished.

Hmm. Like the well-known East End sporting personality.

Mr Dakin never gambles, actually.

He comes here for our excellent restaurant.

And to collect the insurance.

I don't quite follow you.

Bollocks, Mr Barzun.

Frank, my handsome. How are you?

Fine, Vic. Eh, you're looking fit.

Oh, feel fine, feel fine.

You know Ed Lowis?

Yes.

[croupier speaks French]

- How's Mr Barzun? - His usual well-groomed self.

- Dakin's here, you know. - Yes, I saw him.

- Getting the big hello. - You know who he's with?

Frank Fletcher and this other fella.

Lowis, isn't it?

Hmm.

Summit conference.

I'll just have a couple of poached eggs.

Poached eggs? Poached egg... What are you doing with poached eggs?

They've got one of the best French menus in town here.

Can't help it. I've got this ulcer.

- Needs food every two hours. - Comes from worry, eh, Ed?

[Frank chuckles]

Frank, reason why I called you,

we've got a bit of business, but it's in your manor.

I thought, uh, be nice to let you know.

Nice business?

Well, uh, big payroll.

Be a good drink in it for you.

How much do you think you'd take, Vic?

Well, they say sixty, seventy thousand.

That's, um, quite a tickle.

Well, since it's in my manor, how about putting a couple of my boys on it, hmm?

Well, I don't know your boys, do I? I mean, I got my own boys.

I got my own people to look after, Frank.

Frank has a reliable firm too, you know, Vic.

That's not the point. I don't know them, do I?

You know me, Vic, and Ed.

I know he's your brother-in-law.

I'd guarantee Eddie.

All right.

Tell you what I'll do.

I'll take two boys.

You two.

Us? Nah, come on, Vic, come on. We don't crap in our own hands.

Frank, we're doing all right, aren't we?

We're both kings of our castles, aren't we?

You've got that little semi out in Epsom.

But you won't keep it if you sit on your arse in front of the telly...

delegating.

If it's big enough and good enough, you do it yourself.

Cos you know why? Cos nobody else can do it better.

- Thank you, my son. - Old Tom's here.

That's important filth, that's Regional Crime Squad.

Well, worried about being seen in bad company?

No.

But I know what it means.

You know what the word is, Vic?

They say that Matthews has just got the one piece of work on now.

He don't have to bother with traffic or tea leaves.

He's just got the one job.

You.

Take it easy, Edgar.

You might perforate your ulcer.

[indistinct chatter]

[croupier] 14.

[croupier] Show all bets.

Show all bets, all bets now.

All bets have changed.

[footsteps]

Hello, Dakin.

What you doing? Playing with yourself.

Excuse me.

What are you so nervous about?

Got a hangover from your last kinky weekend, have you?

Please...

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, that's what you are.

Pathetic!

[urinal flushes]

[footsteps]

Get out of here.

So what's he doing here? He's an MP, isn't he?

I mean, the whole country looks up to him, right?

So what's he doing here? Gambling, whoring, boozing.

Can't even wash his hands when he goes to the bog.

Makes you think, don't it?

Why did your firm cut up Benny Thompson?

Who's he?

I don't know what you're hoping to achieve,

except perhaps an orgasm.

Don't be a berk all your life.

Take a day off, sergeant.

Inspector.

Oh, it's come through, has it?

That's nice.

Bit more on your widow's pension.

[dog barks in the distance]

- Goodnight, Tom. - Goodnight, Bob.

- See you in the morning. - Right-oh.

Oh, come on.

[cat meows]

Bob?

I met our son downstairs.

I left you a sandwich.

Brian's just come back.

Do you know it's three o'clock in the morning?

I'm fast asleep.

I'm just trying to tell you

that our son's been out half the night.

And who the hell is Brenda?

His girlfriend.

[little girl] Mummy.

Oh!

[little girl] Mummy, Mummy!

All right. I'm coming.

Now the whole household's awake.

[she sighs]

[little girl] Mummy!

What's the matter?

[rock music plays]

'Night.

Hi, Wolfe. Ain't seen you for a bit.

No, well, I lost a bit tonight, Joe. Can you, uh, can you lay some bread on me?

Are you, uh, carrying?

Two thousand in the boot of the car.

Great! Well, fetch 'em, huh?

Some of the kids are feeling a bit brittle, know what I mean? [chuckles]

Come on, Wolfie.

No messing.

Terry.

- Duncan. - In the front.

- See you later, Joe. - Yeah.

Close the door, Wolfie.

I was gonna call, Vic.

But, uh...

[laughs]

I, uh...

I lost a bit of money.

Had to do a bit of hustling.

Back to that, are you?

It's a bit sordid.

No ties, Vic.

What did I do? Keep you on a lead?

I used to give you a hundred a week.

- Flash car, good clothes. - Yeah, I know, I know.

You didn't have to push poppers at four o'clock in the morning to little Soho scrubbers, did you?

Did you?

No.

Bit sordid.

The boys told me you asked about Mum.

Very nice of you.

Nice of you, Wolfie.

No more hustling.

Sordid.

Not too much noise.

Aw!

[groans and coughs]

Take you up to town tomorrow.

And get you some good suits.

- Hello, miss. How's it going? - Very nice to meet you.

[Dakin] This is Clark's. This is the factory.

Now, here we go then.

That's them.

Frank's car, following from the back, overtakes 'em.

By the time they get there,

Lowis comes along here.

Boxed in. We come up here.

Boxed in and buggered.

What is it?

Toys, Vic, just toys.

What is it, Frank? What's the matter? Cough it up.

I got to say it, Vic, I've doubts.

Feelings.

We've seen the turf. I know, looks a doddle, but...

But what?

It's not our game, is it, Vic? We're playing away.

People like the Jock and Billy Feather, that's their game.

Armed robbery? Even Billy's got clobbered.

Fifteen years.

Tragic. Two lovely kids he's got.

- And Old Tom's got you marked, Vic. - I was talking to Frank, wasn't I?

- Like a bleedin' whore. - I was talking to Frank, wasn't I?!

Look, Vic, I just don't wanna be reckless.

[siren wails in the distance]

Frank.

Frank.

We're the boys, aren't we? Aren't we the boys?

Always have been, ever since we were kids.

We'd hardly got off our mothers' tit when we had 'em quaking down in Hackney.

Should've seen him go.

Set 'em alight, didn't you, my son?

Oh, be your age, Vic. We were kids then. Got away with blue murder.

Got away with it, that's the point, Frank. Always did, always have.

Knew how to do it. Took care.

But now we gotta take even more care, Frank. I mean, we've got to.

We've got homes, we've got families to think of, dependents, Frank.

So we can't afford to be reckless like a bunch of bleedin' billiard hall cowboys.

We're the guvnors, Frank.

Aren't we the guvnors?

Terry, get the lads a drink.

We'll all have a drink. Come on, Edgar.

You can have a whisky in your milk.

- I daren't, Vic, I daren't. - [Frank laughs]

Well, never mind about that.

Webb. Now, tomorrow's Wednesday...

Hey, Wolfie.

Wolfie. Can I have word?

Come on.

[coughs]

Just want a word, you know.

- Afternoon. - Afternoon.

[Wolfe] What's all the... What's the problem about?

What's all the rough stuff about?

- All right! - What's the rough stuff for?

What's the matter? Do you bruise easy?

Now, what you looking for? What're you gonna find, eh?

Never know your luck.

Come on, that's not my game. I'm not a dream merchant.

Yeah, we know what your game is. You can get people anything.

Armed brass, call girls, whippings, professional virgins.

Look, listen...

- How do you smoke these things? - I'm a nice Jewish boy, right?

A nice Jewish peasant boy.

There's not much delinquency among the Jews cos of the family life.

We survive, that's all.

Oh, you survive. That's what you're good at.

In and out without getting your feet wet.

Up until now.

What's wrong with now?

You're a very good friend...

of Dakin's.

That's dodgy.

Pack it in before it's too late.

Do yourself a favour.

Or do you one, is that it?

You might be in a position to. You might...

be able to tell us something.

You know where we live.

[laughs] You know, you can't be serious, sir.

I mean, I could get shot just talking to you.

It's a great way to survive, that is.

Can I go now?

- What about this? - Oh, yeah.

Quinn Mayder? It hasn't a chance.

There we are, son.

It's like you, it'll never stay the course.

[car horn honks]

Hello.

What's up? What's the matter?

- Tell him what's the matter. - They're only going on strike, ain't they?

- Who? - Bleedin' clerks.

Oh? What for?

I don't know. I'm not a mind reader.

Maybe they want bogs in the bicycle sheds. What's it matter?

It's a bleedin' outrage, the workers.

No wonder this country's economy's in the shit.

- What a lovely bit of nonsense. - [Ed burps]

Oh, for Christ's sake.

- You realise, Vic... - It helps the gut ache.

By the time the strike's over, they'll have the bleedin' armoured van.

Yes, yes.

Unless, of course, we do it tomorrow.

- Blimey. - [Webb] It's bit of a rush.

What about the motors?

- Can do. - All right.

They didn't pick up today, so they have to pick up tomorrow.

If we don't do it tomorrow, we might as well forget about it, right?

Right, Frank?

Very nice car, Terry. Very good steal.

Wouldn't mind one myself.

Buy one yourself tomorrow.

They're there.

- Want one? - What flavour?

Super fruit.

Yeah, I'll have one.

What's the time?

Just gone eleven.

[Ed burps]

Want your tea break?

There's Vic.

He's bloody late.

Bollocks! He's right on the button.

Big... big tough lads.

The local rugby club.

Yeah.

Well, they'll be short on Saturday.

Hang on. Don't push it. Plenty of time.

Wipe the wheel.

All right.

Right, this is it.

Hold tight.

Go!

Let's go!

They're on to us.

Come on, come on, get past them!

Put this on.

[tyres screeching]

Come on, you get in front of him.

[tyres screeching]

It's all gone rotten, Vic!

Ram the fuckers!

Uhh!

Aagh!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Get the Jag working!

Uhh!

Stay there!

Uhh!

- Aagh! - Uhh!

Uhh!

Aagh! Aagh!

Let's have it!

[Ed] We've gotta get out of here.

Uhh!

We're there!

[alarm blares]

Aagh!

Ow!

[gas hissing]

[alarm blares]

[alarm stops]

[engine revs]

[indistinct chatter]

Take it easy. You'll bloody kill us all!

Don't speak with your mouth full.

Crazy going into town like this.

Put your face down. You got claret all over it.

Nothing like a flat tyre to make me feel bleedin' inconspicuous.

- You wanna have a chat about it? - But it's buggered, Vic!

So we get another car, don't we?

[flat tyre rattling]

Excuse me, as you can see, my friend is sick and, uh...

we've got a bit of a puncture and I wonder if you could, uh...

Uhh! Aagh!

[siren wails]

[siren wails]

- Did you get a good look at any of them? - Yeah.

All right, you two, get out.

[children's playful shouts]

We can't transfer the stuff here, it's like rush hour.

I'm bloody dying. [groans]

He's losing a lot of claret.

Look, Dakin, we gotta get him to a doctor.

He'll live.

You take this car.

Meet us tonight.

And bring the money with you.

All the money.

Come on, Terry.

[car engine starts]

[car pulls away]

- Are we having dinner later? - No, no, love.

- I've got things to do, people to see. - What people?

Just people, people.

Oh, so that's why we're making love at six o'clock.

[sighs] It's as good a time as any.

- Oh, thanks. - Can I, uh...

Can I do anything?

It's all right, love. You do enough as it is.

Yeah?

Well, why else would I put up with a shit like you?

So I must have something, love.

Energy.

- Oh, doesn't everybody? - Oh, not the spastics I meet.

Oh, you mean the sort of geezers that Daddy would call "first-class fellows"?

Oh, that lot.

Just because they get a quick feel and can do a four-wheel drift in a Mini Cooper.

[chuckles] Daddy would have approved of Draycott though, wouldn't he?

I mean, they use the same club.

Oh, don't talk about Draycott.

No more favours, eh, love?

Well, just the one and take your hat off, will you?

Thank you.

[she laughs]

[doorbell rings]

[Wolfe] Oh, no!

- Oh, leave it. Leave it. - I can't, I can't, pet.

No, you're out.

Things to do, people to see.

[doorbell rings]

Vic.

I thought you said about ten o'clock.

That's all right. We're a bit early. Don't worry about it.

Well, uh...

Do you want some drinks?

Yeah. Have a cup of tea.

- Anybody else here? - Hmm?

Anybody else here?

Just a girl.

Just a girl, Vic.

[Terry chuckles] He was having it away, Vic.

She's nothing, Vic. She's just a high-class bash.

I rang you, didn't I, Wolfie?

- Told you I had friends. - Yeah, Vic.

Things to discuss, you know. Things in confidence.

- Vic, honestly, I just... - Get her outta here!

Get her outta here,

before my colleagues arrive.

[doorbell rings, knocking]

- Good evening, Mrs Lowis. - Oh. What do you want?

- Where's Edgar? - He's not here.

Oh, yes, indeed he is.

[church clock chimes in the distance]

Come on, Edgar.

You might as well come inside. It's warmer there.

And you haven't finished your milk.

- How's your tum, Edgar? - You're not helpin' it any.

Oh, you'd get indigestion if you swallowed your Rennies too quickly.

I'm supposed to avoid anxiety and aggravation.

Any doctor will tell you that.

You shouldn't go to work on an egg, Edgar.

Your dabs were all over those eggshells.

Well, it's not ketchup, is it, love?

What's all these, Edgar? Cut yourself shaving, did you?

Ed's been here. He's been here all day.

And Frankie Fletcher's upstairs with a sore head.

[chuckles]

Oh, my... Oh, my God! He's having one of his attacks!

Don't just stand there. Can't you see he's ill?

Does he often get toothache?

[Matthews] Edgar.

Next time you have one of your turns,

do remember not to fall hands first.

Pack it in.

[phone rings]

Hello. Uh, no, no, he's not here. He... I mean, he's ill.

Do you want to leave a message?

All right, what is it?

Some fella answered.

First, some woman, probably Lowis's missus, then this fella, said he wasn't there.

Well, maybe he's... he's on his way over.

No, no, he's over an hour late.

Well, I don't know. Would it be the law?

Well, it wouldn't be the Boy Scouts, would it?

Maybe they crossed us, Vic.

No, no. Frank wouldn't do it and Lowis hasn't got the guts.

Oh, Vic, it's a cock-up.

I can't see...

I mean, you know, I can't... think.

Well, I wouldn't strain myself thinking if I was you.

Just found out there's been a pinch.

- Lie low, shut up and wait. - Yeah.

Now, you call Wolfe. If you want to find me, he'll know where I am.

[door closes]

Well, Wolfie?

Can I help, Vic?

Yes, yes, I want an alibi. Something good.

You know, not just like, "He was here all day long yesterday playing poker."

You know, something good, something really good.

Something good?

Wolfie.

Who's frightened?

[gasps]

Hello, miss. We met before.

Wait in the car.

- I'll go in, have a cuppa. - She's got the message. Wait.

Now, is it Patricia or is it Pat?

Patti.

I'm sorry, love, you'll have to speak up. I can't hear you.

Patti.

Patti.

[chuckles] Don't panic, Patti.

Nothing to worry about. I'm not a hard case. Want a cigarette?

I don't.

Very sensible.

How's Benny?

He won't let me see him.

He said, you know, for my sake, best not...

I never said anything. Oh, I wouldn't. Not a word.

Very sensible.

Packed your job in, haven't you?

Packed your job in, living here.

You're scared witless.

I'll bet you're scared to go to the supermarket, right, Patti?

I hate this place, but it's safe, I thought.

You're off the hook.

Haven't got a worry in the world.

Live happily ever after. Just one small favour.

What do you want me to do?

Well, it...

Sit down, love, will you?

There's this marquis

and he gives parties for his friends down at the old stately mansion.

All sorts, straights, freaks.

And I supply him with new faces.

You mean girls?

Mostly, but not exclusively. It takes all sorts.

Sounds disgusting.

Degenerate.

But at least they do it in comfort.

Now, listen, love.

I'm offering you a weekend of gracious living in the country.

[laughs] Butler at the door,

clothes all laid out for breakfast, all the trimmings, but not strictly kosher.

It's just the once and it doesn't hurt.

How is this a favour for your lot?

Well, that, girl, is something you need never know.

[Hawaiian music plays]

Hello, Mr Bellamy.

Enjoying yourself?

Nice place, isn't it?

Like to have a little chat with you.

What's the matter?

I just want to go to the lavatory.

Can I buy you a drink?

Thanks, yes, when you come back.

I haven't said anything. I wouldn't.

I mean, you've no worries from me from this end.

No, I'm sure I haven't, Mr Brown. I just want to press upon you not to, uh...

uh, get too silly, you know, not to do anything heroic.

Oh, you know me. No fear.

Yeah.

Just wanted to, uh...

to, uh... press it upon you.

Ooh!

Uhh!

[groans]

Here's a couple of centuries.

Try the Manhattan Club in Greek Street.

Lot of sunburnt girls there.

For 20 quid, they'll do anything.

Enjoy yourself.

[kick thuds]

[music stops, faint applause]

[he retches]

[birdsong]

[coughs]

[coughing]

[he moans]

[dog barks in the distance]

[yawns]

Oh, God.

What's happening?

The day is happening.

The day shouldn't happen until noon.

And then not until after an extremely...

large and extremely spicy Bloody Mary.

Do you have any Panadol?

Must get something for the head.

[coughing]

Are you all right?

You didn't enjoy it last night, did you?

Oh, you joined in the games, but you...

you didn't enjoy it, did you?

It doesn't matter.

Does to me.

Are you married?

What?

Yes.

Family?

I have a daughter. She's about...

About my age.

Bit early in the morning to have...

a soul-searching discussion, isn't it?

I'd rather get back to sleep.

[seagull cries]

Here you are, Mrs Dakin.

- Prawns and cockles, fresh in today. - Oh, thank you.

Handsome.

Cover your shoulders up, Mum. It's getting a bit nippy.

Thank you.

"Having a lovely time, wish you were here."

What do you want?

How do you do, Mrs Dakin? Enjoying the air?

Yes. Lucky in the weather.

- Especially for the time of year. - Subtle, aren't you, copper?

Subtle as a bleedin' air raid.

What's all this crap?

Do you want in front of Mum, Vic, all formal? All right.

- Victor Dakin, I must caution you... - All right, that'll do.

Mum, got some business.

Duncan'll take you back to town. Drive carefully.

Morning.

Well, go on, Mrs Dakin, eat up.

There's plenty more where that came from.

Nice feeling, isn't it? All warm and nice inside.

I mean, you've got an audience.

Look, all these poor punters watching Vic Dakin being taken in.

Time we felt your collar, my son.

Well, make the most of it. I mean, this is what it's about.

This is what you sweat for. This is what you work for.

The wife will be delighted.

I mean, it'll make up for that fridge she hasn't got.

Ah, no, the fridge is all right. It's a new lawn motor she wants.

Ah, you copper, you can't see the nose in front of your face.

That's as far as I want to see. The last thing I want is a fertile imagination.

I don't want to be confused by excuses.

I don't want to know whose fault it is or why society's to blame.

We're a very narrow-minded lot, us coppers. We just want to catch villains.

And if I ever do have any doubts, you'd knock them right out the window.

[chuckles] I don't know what you'd do without me.

Well, if I do give this talk to your group,

I only hope they turn out to be half as charming as you are.

- Excuse me, sir. - What is it?

- This is urgent, I believe. - Oh, will you excuse me a minute?

But whether I am qualified to talk on...

This is the man.

All right. Come along.

Not bad for a Box Brownie though, eh?

I mean, considering the lighting and everything.

Caused a few raised eyebrows at Boots, mind you.

Hey, you should see the movie. Got an offer from Denmark.

Look, I can't help Dakin!

I can't help Dakin.

[tuts]

Gerald Draycott, MP, full of noble causes.

Used to march with the kids, but now he tires easily,

so he just sleeps with 'em.

It's just a girl. Can't be used against me.

Oh, no, not just a girl. Benny Thompson's girlfriend.

Can't you see the Sundays, hmm?

"Gang war victim's girlfriend and MP.

Constituents demand probe".

Wolfe, I can't help Dakin.

Not this time.

Don't be silly, Gerald.

Alibi? I don't believe it. What alibi?

We don't even get him into court.

Why not?

Because he has friends in high places, Tom.

Because you can buy yourself out of anything with money in this bloody country.

Look, he's been identified.

Oh, for Christ's sake! By honest Joe Soap?

Where do you put him against the testimony of a distinguished Member of Parliament?

I know Mr Dakin through various charity organisations.

We are both among the sponsors of a film on mentally handicapped children.

Last Thursday, we had a private screening of that film

and, afterward, we had a drink and then lunch at the Rivalry Club.

But anyway, all this is written down.

I don't see why I have to go through it again with you.

Because I don't believe a blind word of it, that's why.

Well, that isn't the official view, I gather, Mr, uh...

I take it you're acting independently.

I'm sure the Chief Superintendent doesn't know of your visit.

There's a lot of things the Chief Superintendent doesn't know about.

He has to think in broad concepts and go by the book.

But I'm right down here at ground level.

I know all the sordid details.

You've been nobbled, Draycott.

I don't know, money, greed, lust

or just sheer bloody terror, but you've been got at.

- Now, look here... - And if I break that alibi,

you and your position

and your privileges and your committees are up shit creek!

[Dakin] Mum?

Mum?

Come on, let's get your head up then. Up!

Wolfe, get over here.

She's gone, Wolfe.

I need you.

I need you, Wolfe.

[priest] Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live,

and is full of misery.

He cometh up and is cut down, like a flower.

He fleeth as it were a shadow

and never continueth in one stay.

In the midst of life we are in death.

Of whom may we seek for succour, but of thee, O Lord,

who for our sins art justly displeased?

Yet, O Lord God most holy, O Lord most mighty,

O holy and most merciful saviour,

deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death.

Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts.

Shut not thy merciful ears to our prayer.

[birds cawing]

[church bells ringing]

Wolfe?

Wolfe?

Hello, darling.

Oh, I see.

Bad moment?

Well, you shouldn't have let me have a key, should you, love?

Makes a girl feel special, a key.

Get outta here, slag!

You'd better go, Venetia, now.

Will you get out?

You forgot your shopping.

[door closes]

Christ, she's nothing, Vic. Bit of spare, that's all.

Oh!

I don't like that, Wolfe.

Don't like that.

Stay with me.

You're the only one left.

Don't leave me.

[Dakin tuts] Dear me.

Dear me. Dear, dear me.

What has happened here?

It happened through the night.

Now, who could've done this?

Well, hooligans, I expect.

Well, kids nowadays. Read the papers. Drugs, demonstrations.

Should never have abolished national service.

- You called the police? - Well, no, I didn't.

Well, I should do, shouldn't you?

I mean, you pay your rates, don't you? You call the police.

- That's what they're there for. - Right-oh, guv.

Well, Mrs Lowis, how's Edgar?

I don't know where that money is.

Well, I just wanted you to let him know

that the lads were concerned, you know,

that, uh, he was being, uh, thought about.

You know what I mean?

You can't blame him for not saying.

Fifteen years he might get.

He's gotta have something to look forward to.

Fifteen year, fifteen years. Yes, long time.

It's a long time.

He might come out a widower.

Lowis is sick.

We're gonna have to move him out of prison to a civvy hospital.

Mm, dodgy.

I'm certain Dakin hasn't got the money.

And Edgar's been getting a lot of visitors.

I think you and your lads had better take charge.

Keep an eye on things, just in case.

Mm. Dakin might have a go.

We'd better make damn sure that he doesn't hear about it.

Bloke I knew come out of Brixton yesterday. On remand for GBH.

- Lucky, really. - Get on with it!

Anyway, he said they'd be moving Lowis.

Cos he's ill, like, isn't he? Sick in the guts.

This bloke says he's getting worse.

Bringing up blood.

So he's moving to a civvy hospital.

- St Peter's West. - When?

Tomorrow.

"Don't look well at all," the bloke said. You know, uh, emergency.

What makes you think I'd be interested in the welfare of Mr Lowis?

Well, you know, Vic. [laughs]

You always like to know what's going on.

Yes.

Yes. I'll send him a get well card.

Here.

- Get yourself a Guinness. - Ta.

[sighs]

Must find out the visiting hours.

Leave well alone, Vic.

Have to get the heavy mob.

Get some of the lads down from Newcastle.

[phone rings]

Yeah? Matthews.

It's Danny.

I told him.

I don't know if he bought it, but I told him.

Thanks very much. Take care.

[Mrs Matthews] Come on, Bob!

Who's driving this thing?

Stirling bloody Moss?

What's the pissin' rush?

Tom.

I should think they'll wait a couple of days to get the lay of the land,

but you never tell with these madmen.

Look, um, I don't want any civilians in this section.

You can dress the lads up as sisters, but...

- You don't want any civvies hurt, eh? - Right.

- Okay. - And tell them... Now, Tom...

Tell them, there's no time for George Medals, so no heroics.

Righty-oh.

You'll have to wait a few moments. Please take a seat.

And would you fill in one of those white cards, please?

- Oh, miss... - Mm?

- Is there... Is there a toilet round here? - Yes, down the corridor.

- Where are you going, chef? - Did you enjoy your cup of tea?

Put him in there, Geordie.

[lift whirs]

What's happening? Webb! What's going on?

Vic thinks you should have a second opinion.

- Right, move up! - [Ed groans]

[lift whirs]

Do something! Do something, lady!

Don't worry, he's delirious, dear.

[pots and pans crashing]

[Edgar shouts]

[phone rings]

[Wolfe] Lissner.

They made the switch.

He's with Webb.

- Get my jacket. - Said it was easy, Vic.

- A doddle. - Well planned, wasn't it?

Maybe it's too easy, maybe it's a setup.

If it is, you'll need the Queen to get you out of this one.

Get my jacket, Wolfe.

[engine starts]

[engine revs]

[tyres screech]

I think it's going to be a lovely day.

Uh, look, Vic, uh...

I mean, this isn't my scene. I might cock it up.

I... I shouldn't be here.

- I want you with me. Come on. - But...

- How's the patient? - He'll live.

You wanna bank on that?

Get up!

Get up!

Well, he doesn't seem glad to see us, does he? I mean...

there's no enthusiasm.

We sprung you, didn't we?

Aren't you glad to be out? I mean, where's the gratitude?

Where's your gratitude?

I'm sick, Vic.

They were gonna operate.

I'll operate.

If you don't tell me where that money is in ten seconds...

I'll open you out!!

[tyres skid]

Where is it?

It's one of these arches.

Wolfe, come with me. I want you.

- Must be outta your bleedin' mind. - But I had to, Vic.

I had to get Frank to the doctor.

I thought the law might be on us.

I was gonna pick it up on the way to the flat though.

Here. I think this is it.

Of all the bastard places in London.

Get in there!

- Get in there!! - Take it easy, Vic.

- Where is it? - Here, Vic.

Show me! I wanna see it!

It's all different, Vic.

Must be another one.

Well, we'll find it, won't we?

[Duncan] Vic! Vic, it's the law!

[car horn honking]

[car horn honking]

- [Duncan] Vic! - Vic, it's the law!

[car horn honking]

You've been set up.

By you.

You festering pig.

[Edgar] No, Vic.

No, don't do anything.

Please. No, Vic!

[gunshot echoes]

[gunshot echoes]

[gunshot echoes]

[body thuds]

[train rumbles overhead]

[footsteps running]

Wolfe!

Come on!

In here!

[his voice echoes] Wolfie!

Wolfe!

Wolfe.

- Wolfe, come on. We can still... - Go on, get away!

- Wolfe, I need you! - You blew it!

- You blew it all!! - I need you!!

[footsteps]

See them?

And them?

And them?

You can't put the frighteners on all of them.

Not all the time.

Why not?

You call 'em punters.

We call 'em witnesses.

You know...

if I looked at one of them,

they'd piss in their pants.

Because I'm Vic Dakin!

Used to be.

And who are you?

What do you do?

Keeping Britain clean on 30 quid a week?

Respect?

Respect, you don't know what it is!

Unless you're Vic Dakin. Tell him, somebody, tell him!

A hundred witnesses?

There's only 12 men on the jury.

Remember that. Only 12 men on the jury.

Who are you looking at?!