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Let me remind you, the point of this exercise

is to catch these babies in the act.

Not before, so that Miller can get his fancy attorney

to dance 'em out of court like last time,

and not after, when somebody's already hurt.

All right? That's why the sergeant's recording the evidence.

So you cover her, you cover her good.

Never mind about Miller.

He's mine.

- We get 'em all. Right? - Right.

Morning.

Er... Mr Johnson?

Not here.

Oh, I've got a load of cement for him.

This is Accounts.

Oh. Oh, is it?

Perhaps you've come to the wrong site.

Yes. Maybe I have.

Sorry to have troubled you.

Stand there, or somebody'll get shot!

Argh!

Get the bags!

Get over there!

Come on.

Police!

Drop it! Drop it.

Hurry up! Run for it, now!

Freeze!

How's it going?

We've been through it once already.

Nothing even close.

Yeah, well, you gotta have something. This guy ain't no nobody.

Here. What's this?

The collected works of Charlie Miller.

His lifelong vendetta against armoured vans.

Miller's dead. We ain't looking for him.

They found the Jag. Yeah.

Wiped clean. What about Perry the wheelman?

The local boys went to see his sister.

She says he's in Spain.

Yeah. It was his ghost driving this morning.

Have you seen this, boss?

Not all of it.

Phil, run that back.

Take a look at this.

Phil, re-run that part, right there.

Look at this guy.

Look at that.

Found out who he is?

Not yet. Soon.

We're working on it.

What's the matter with your friend?

What do you mean?

Well... he seems a bit, er... peculiar.

No more than usual.

The nearest we found.

A 17-year-old kid called Keith Lymon.

It was taken 20 years ago.

That's the guy.

Oh.

Hello.

Er...

Um, er.

The money's in this bag.

It's...

All of it.

How much?

Six grand each.

Where did Miller get the job from?

He said Harry Rose.

Who?

The promoter.

How long have you been away?

And that...

..is none of your business. All right?

Yeah, all right.

You ain't never seen me before in your life.

It's true.

And, er...

You ain't never gonna see me again.

That's it.

That's all you got on this guy?

Yeah.

That's the same as what's on his card.

Well, that's where it comes from. He was only a juvenile at the time.

So what about his school records?

What about reform school, um, juvie hall.

There must be something here. As luck would have it,

the school burned down and all the records with it.

I can't believe that you're telling me this.

That that's all you've got on this guy.

This guy.

I mean, er...

With all this computer equipment, you are plugged in

to the brain centre of Britain.

Dempsey, you can't get information out of a computer

if the information isn't there. Oh, no, wait a second here.

You keep bragging what a computer genius you are,

so how about coming up with some goods?

Now, listen, I can't just deliver results because you demand it.

No, you listen, I get results.

That's the difference.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Some jobs.

Like you gave Miller and me this morning.

But better.

The job was solid.

Miller, or one of his mates, must have blabbed.

Maybe.

Well, I'll...

I'll see what I can do.

Yeah.

Come on, against the wall!

Spread 'em!

I ain't got a gun.

Where's Lymon?

Who? Lymon!

The other guy in the car. Come on!

I've never seen him before.

Perry, I'm so tired of beating up scums like you.

My life, Miller brought him in, he was a total stranger.

For a job like that?

I didn't know about shooters.

For your part, you're good for 15 years already.

It's not all here. How much is missing?

Six grand is... Six grand. What happened to it?

Well, he took it. Who? Lymon?

Yeah, he come here, took his cut.

I thought he was gonna do me in an' all.

Look, I don't know anything else about it, honest.

Honest. Lieutenant! Easy.

How much time did you spend in the car with him?

About an hour. What did you talk about?

He didn't say much. He didn...

Dempsey.

You must have talked about something.

I just...

Just what? About that fight last week.

What about it? The world title.

What about it! It was the way he talked.

You know, like he was a boxer.

Or used to be. When?

A long time ago. I wasn't listening.

Ugh! I was watching out... Dempsey!

He obviously doesn't know any more.

You're right.

All right, kid. Come on, let's go.

Old Bill come, took him away.

Uniformed?

Nah.

Are you sure they was cops?

Yeah.

And they was tooled up.

How many?

Two.

One was a bird, the other was a Yank.

A Yank.

Heavy geezer.

Went in first.

All right, my son.

Here.

I'll give you something to sniff through this.

What?

Burning rubber.

Chas?

Chas?!

I've just had a word with this Perry character.

What the hell did you do to him?

Nothing. He's shaking like a leaf.

That's the way he was when Dempsey brought him in.

Well, you better get him a bloody doctor, quick.

Because between the two of them,

Lymon and Dempsey have got him crawling up the wall.

It can't be the most pleasant experience,

both of them on the same day.

Look, I've got a man running about with feathers in his hair.

I've got a Yank chewing gum like he's starving to death and

I've got a hardened villain who's about to have a nervous breakdown.

Now what the hell is going on?!

We're moving on those military records like you asked.

What?

Still no word on whether Lymon has a military record.

Well, you'd better hurry it up.

Because I don't think we've got much time.

Why's that?

One fact I was able to ascertain

from our Mr Perry's incoherent babble.

Lymon's after another job.

You'd would think he'd keep a low profile now.

With any normal, reliable, old-fashioned criminal, yes,

but with this man, no.

So let's put a few rockets

under a few desks.

Shall we?

And Chas, I want you to put it about.

I don't want to see anyone chewing gum in this office again.

All right?

Now don't go making eyes at me, there's guys here.

Why, are you scared one of 'em's gonna bop you on the chin, Dempsey?

It's just they're not used to, er...

..sophisticated behaviour from...

You know what I mean.

We don't wanna give 'em the wrong opinion, you know?

Beer?

Champagne.

Two beers, please.

So what do we do if one of them DOES decide to hit you?

Only one thing. What's that?

You bend over me, you dab my face with a wet sponge,

you look in my eyes, you say sweetheart, you was robbed.

Maybe I'll throw in the towel just before.

Yeah.

All right, here we go.

It's sure changed over the years, eh?

Not much.

Yeah.

Maybe you can help me out.

I'm trying to find a young kid I saw box.

A long time ago.

His name was, er... Lymon.

Middleweight?

Yeah, probably.

Old Jim Kelly, he's the bloke who'd know.

Where do I find him?

No...

He's hard to find.

Yeah.

Give the man another drink, huh?

The money. Again?

You owe me a hundred now.

I'd appreciate your help. Ah.

Is she with you? No, he can't afford me, love.

Jim Kelly? Yeah.

Who is it?

Name's Dempsey.

They tell me at the Becket you're a Guinness man.

Yeah.

Do you mind if I, er, come in?

A great place you've got here.

I don't see too many people.

It must get lonely for you? No.

I don't... really like... visitors.

Oh.

I'm sorry to bother you, then.

Are you from New York?

Yeah.

That's right. I came all this way to talk to you.

What do you want?

I'm looking for a guy.

He used to be a boxer.

They say you're the man to talk to.

I don't know people now.

He's not from now.

Here, take a look.

See if you remember this guy.

He's a kid.

A kid?

Well, he was then.

Take a look.

There.

In the light.

I can't see it.

You didn't look at it. Take a look.

Lymon?

Amateur boxer, maybe?

Yeah.

Sorry, what was that?

I trained that boy.

You did.

Huh!

Was he good?

Yeah.

He could have gone all the way.

Why didn't he?

It went wrong.

Wrong?

What happened to him?

He's...

He's gone.

Nice, nice of you to visit.

Yeah, no problem.

I guess I'll, er... I'll be going.

I am busy!

Let it wait.

No.

Guv.

Five minutes.

Dempsey just lost Lymon again.

Apparently he nearly had him.

He's not having much luck, is he?

Dempsey's behaving very strangely, guv.

Hm. So what's new?

No, he...

He keeps calling for updates.

Checks, re-checks.

He can't stop talking about this Lymon character.

He expects everyone in the building to be on this case.

Like nothing else matters.

And you think it might affect his judgement?

I think he may have a personal involvement.

I don't know what, or why.

It could be dangerous.

For him?

For everyone.

Listen, Chas...

..put yourself in Dempsey's shoes for a moment.

If I had you pulled off this case now...

..what would that do to you?

I just thought I should mention it, guv.

Look, what I'm trying to tell you is you aren't working the percentages.

Everything is percentages.

I know.

So far, you have led a charmed life.

Don't ask me how, don't tell me how.

But right now, the situation has changed.

You are persona non grata with the cops

and especially with this Yank.

Bleeding Yank.

It's my country.

Yeah, but you don't run it, the cops do.

And the Yank's with 'em.

What are they doing with Yanks, anyhow?

It don't matter.

They've got him and he's got it in for you.

I've handled cops before.

This isn't just police.

SI-10.

That's a firm within a firm.

If they want you, the Commissioner can't stop 'em.

Somehow they've got you targeted.

So why don't you go away somewhere nice, like Spain.

Wait until they've forgotten about you.

Moved on to something else.

Hold the phone, what am I gonna do in Spain?

I live 'ere.

I like it here.

Knead some bread, I will see you're right.

We'll make a deal.

When I want to be paid back, I will bring you in for a job.

If you don't like the job, you don't owe me.

Now, what could be fairer?

I ain't running from no Yank.

This Yank's got to you.

No, he ain't.

Nobody gets to me.

Whatever you say.

But as long as that mob has you marked,

don't ask me for a job, right?

I ain't asking you for a job.

No.

I'm telling you. Get me one!

Or I'll blow you away.

Lymon was a soldier.

He spent some years in Borneo,

Aden, Cyprus.

Special Operations.

I knew I'd find you here.

Dishonourable discharge - assaulting his commanding officer.

So what's bothering you?

The weather.

I don't know how you put up with it.

Makes me think of New York.

Maybe I'm homesick.

No, but what's really bothering you?

I can't do it no more, Harry.

I'm losing it.

I'm missing.

Lost my edge.

Maybe I'm burned out.

This Lymon is really getting to you, isn't he?

Lymon?

You know something?

He reminds me of you.

It's not Lymon.

He threw your operation.

He killed Miller.

He gave you the slip, not once,

but twice, and he's always a step ahead of you.

So is my shadow.

And you can't catch that either.

Maybe he's the bogeyman.

Maybe he's what you would have been if you weren't a cop.

Dempsey.

I wasn't here before.

I got the message.

I waited for your call. What do you want?

Do you want Lymon?

'Yeah.'

Is it worth a deal?

No deal.

'You want him?'

I want him.

Then we should talk.

'And you can have him.'

How much coffee are you making?

Do you think we're going on a picnic?

Who's got the bullhorn? I have.

Put batteries in this time. Yo!

How's the maps?

Perfect.

Good scale? Yeah.

Good.

Are you doing the video this time?

No, Dave is. Dave?

Yeah. My good profile, huh?

OK.

Mind if I look? What for?

Well, you can tell a lot about a person's character by their gun.

So what can you tell me?

Small, but...

..effective.

Hardly used.

Let me see yours.

Hm.

Oversized, overused and over here.

Cute.

Kid, how are you doing?

OK.

It's gonna be a cinch, you know?

Yeah, I know.

Do you know the accuracy of a shotgun?

Sure.

It would hit that wall?

You'll be five times' further back.

You know, you'll be covering me.

Do you want a piece of gum?

No, thanks.

Lieutenant?

Yeah.

You don't by any chance happen to have had any dealings

with this Lymon creature before now, do you?

Apart from today?

Yeah.

Somewhere in your distant and murky past?

Never.

Just checking. Checking what?

That we haven't got a vendetta going on.

A vendetta between me and Lymon?

I blew an operation I worked on for months,

but all I'm trying to do is make this country safe for old ladies

walking their dogs, young girls coming home from church at night...

All right!

But I'm sure the one place that won't be a...

..a sea of tranquillity

will be this stakeout of yours.

That was before we knew about this Lymon guy.

This time, there won't be no surprises.

All the same.

Make up a couple of lunch packs for me and Chas, Harry.

We'll be coming on this picnic too.

The more the merrier.

I think we should call it off, guv.

What do you mean?

Call the company, cancel the shipment, pre-empt the job.

And lose this chance of getting Lymon?

We can get him another time.

Wait for an easier opportunity, catch him cold.

The man's a blood-crazed animal.

There's only going to be bloodshed if we ambush him.

We've seen on film how he operates.

Exactly.

The boys have been watching it...

..again and again.

Is this an unofficial deputation?

No, of course not.

They'll give you everything, you know that, guv.

I just don't see why we should risk a bloodbath confrontation,

so Dempsey can make amends for the previous fiasco.

Do you fancy going after Lymon yourself some time?

No, I'm not saying that, guv.

Hey, party time.

Are you guys coming, or what?

Right.

Let's hit the road.

Are you thinking of using that thing?

Suit yourself.

Now, this is the route.

And that's the time they leave the factory.

They'll be moving along here,

down here,

turning at... Conway Avenue.

And then on to Heath Road, where you have to hit 'em.

It's the perfect spot.

Yeah, your truck had better be here at 1:15.

At the junction.

That will give him distance enough to turn into Lane.

Have you got a driver?

Maybe.

I'll tell you if he's good.

This time, nobody gets told anything

they don't need to know.

Including you.

I was just trying to be helpful.

Yeah.

Send me a card from sunny Spain.

Where are you heading?

Nowhere.

Are you ready for the big time?

Of course.

Get in.

Give me that. Scoot.

Spikings.

Let's hope our friend Rose was right,

otherwise this could be very embarrassing.

Everything's perfect so far.

I mean, look at this place, it's perfect for an ambush.

And the English air, ha!

It smells good.

Is that a lark I hear?

Since when, lieutenant,

did you know the sound that a lark makes?

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!

Percy Shelley.

There was this English poet guy.

We used to sling him into the tank from time to time.

He taught me this stuff.

Rub the neck of a bottle,

you know, made the sound just like a lark.

He loved doing that.

He used to say, "Hail to thee, blithe Spirit, Percy..."

That was the name of the bartender.

"..hit me again."

Yeah.

There was something there that sounded like a lark.

All right, how are we doing here?

Almost showtime.

Everybody ready, huh?

Are we set to go?

We're gonna have one more briefing, yeah?

A final briefing.

For me.

I get nervous too.

Have you got that thing down yet?

Huh? You know how to work it?

Yeah.

Those are the shoes you're gonna wear?

Yeah.

I like them.

See you in a couple minutes.

Birdshot has a wide spread, sergeant.

You take care now.

You too.

You know about this stuff?

What about it?

It makes you invisible to the bogeyman.

Want some?

I suppose I'd better, then.

Sergeant.

Sergeant?

Where did you go?

'Centre to Field Control,

'urgent message for Charlie 5. Over.'

Field Control to Centre.

Message received.

Stand by for reply.

Urgent message for Dempsey on the RT, could be his informant.

Dempsey?

157 on the RT. Sounds like your informant again.

You have to call him from a call box.

You better go and get it. Where's the call box?

Three miles, straight down the road. Right.

It's me. What's up?

He's changed the location. To where?

'He's headed down Greenford Lane.

'Now that means the only other good place'

is Ashley Road junction.

Is that on the same road? 'Yeah.

'Are you on Bramley fork?'

Yeah, I think so. You can just make it.

Dempsey wouldn't set us up, would he?

Get down!

Car's coming.

Round three, Lymon.

Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

Why didn't you use your RT, lieutenant?

I told you to get the RT fixed.

I knew it'd blow at an inopportune moment.

I never had a chance to get it fixed.

I've been telling him.

Hm!

Thanks, sergeant.

Piece of gum?

I'll get out.

And I'll have you.

So you corked your bogeyman at last.

Bogeyman?

There's no such thing as the bogeyman.