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Come on, Blaker.

Blaker! Blaker!

Blaker!

Oh, my God, Tom...

Harry...

Ten billion. Shh. Shh, shh.

Harry... Don't talk, Tom.

All in cash.

Tell Spikings...

Tell him what, Tom?

It's the man... in the red... coat.

Tom Bishop had been working undercover on this case

for about two months.

His brief was to gather information about right-wing extremists

in the area.

I hope this isn't some lunatic terrorist gang

about to bankroll this operation.

Oh.

His lot were about up to painting the odd swastika,

frightening old ladies.

The end.

He rang you up that morning, frightened?

I had someone there within 20 minutes.

But he didn't give you the details?

We were just about to pull him out before it happened.

Hm.

Perhaps I better turn this over to one of our other...

..agencies.

My people can cope, sir.

Oh, yes, I've told the PM so.

Who've you got in the field?

I can't name names, sir.

Can't? Routine security.

In my case, as the Prime Minister's special security adviser,

I think you might permit yourself to make an exception.

Oh, come now.

I've just lost one of my best men on this case, sir,

and I won't name names to anyone.

Not even to the Prime Minister.

Not if my job depended on it.

If this thing gets out, Chief Superintendent...

..it might come to that.

Are you OK?

I'm confused.

Tom was extremely experienced.

He was set up. It can happen to anybody.

Which apartment is it?

It's the flat around here.

What the hell are we looking for, anyway?

Ten billion.

Potato chips, pounds, dollars?

If this is a heist, it's the biggest heist in the history of the world.

The universe. No doubt.

That's why we're looking for it.

Telephone book.

Only it ain't a heist.

It ain't? Come on, Harry.

These are modern times.

People have computers and things like that.

They don't keep ten billion of anything anywhere any more.

Well, if it ain't a heist, what is it?

You tell me.

It is a heist.

Hey.

What?

Tom Bishop's girlfriend? No.

You seem very sure.

Tom and I worked together before you joined us.

Yeah?

So I knew him pretty well.

Oh.

I get it.

No, Dempsey, you don't get it at all.

I worked with Tom, that's all.

And I've never seen her before.

Come on, Harry, why don't you tell me?

This is a real fox.

You don't know who she is? No.

But you know that it's not Tom's girlfriend?

Well?

Tom was not interested in women.

Oh.

But he had this hidden away.

Hey, maybe he's a closet straight.

You'll forgive my lack of humour, Dempsey...

..but I have a friend who's dead, and I don't know why.

I'll bet the fox does.

What do you think, Dempsey?

I'm in love with her already.

No, the house.

Mm-hm.

Bingo.

That car? That car.

Hers?

When the fat guy drove away, that's the car he was driving.

I'll take Prince Charming. I'll take what's left.

Surprise, surprise.

Can I help?

Oh, um...

You're not expecting me, are you?

Can I have your name, miss? Oh, never mind.

Excuse me. I wonder if you can help me? I'm a little lost.

Really?

Yeah. I've been driving around for hours, you know.

Um...

Well, maybe you could help me.

I can't seem to find the Tower Of London.

You're not even close. And I don't believe you're lost.

I am. But just for words. You are beautiful.

Go away.

I apologise if I'm out of line.

I just wanted to meet you.

That's a lot of car to be driving.

For a girl, do you mean?

For anybody.

My first car was a beat-up '58 Buick.

A three-tonne bucket of chrome. I used to call it The Elephant.

I'm sorry, Jim, but cars just don't interest me.

You drive that car, and you tell me cars don't interest you.

It's not mine. It belongs to my guardian.

Guardian. Who's he?

Let me ask you a question.

How often have you done this?

Done what?

Picked up a total stranger and taken her out for an expensive dinner?

I thought you were paying.

You will come in for a moment, won't you?

And have a drink.

It's me!

It's all right, Jim. Come on in and meet my guardian.

Adrian. This is Jim.

Hi, how are you?

How do you do?

I wondered why you invited me for breakfast.

I don't see what other choices we've got.

Well, I do.

We tell Spikings about Lindsay the moment we get into the office.

Yeah, and he goes upstairs and tells the boys,

and they hear the name Lindsay, and you can kiss the case goodbye.

And Tom Bishop got killed for nothing.

You're paranoid, do you know that?

Realistic. I've seen this before.

What the hell, what do I care? He was your partner, anyway.

Meaning?

I just thought maybe you owed him one.

Isn't that what partners are supposed to do for each other?

Even ex-partners?

OK. I suppose a couple of days won't hurt anyone.

Aylward.

Laura brought home a young man with her last night.

Yes.

James Dempsey, an American.

I've had him checked out, and he's an SI-10 man.

Yeah, well, there's no need to panic yet.

If he turns up again, I need to know about it.

Winton Direct Marketing Services.

Huh?

Where I followed Lindsay's chum.

Lindsay?

Yes, Dempsey, Lindsay's chum, Prince Charming,

whom I went after while you were amusing yourself with Cinderella.

Cinderella?

Oh, the fox.

I don't see the connection between Winton, Lindsay and the ten billion.

Do you, Dempsey?

Harry, I've got enough to deal with without this Winton crap.

I'm gonna find out who Fatso is.

I've got a homicide... And a pretty girl.

Whose car turns up in all the wrong places.

And, er, don't forget the man in the red coat.

Oh.

So you are still on the team.

Chas has been trying to reassure me of that for the past few days.

I thought you'd taken annual leave, or been transferred, or something.

I guess you read our report?

Exactly. And I'm...

..unhappy.

I expect you to make me happy very soon.

Yes, sir.

Well? The connection?

You don't see the connection?

No. Me neither.

Scored.

Good morning. Mr Dowsett?

Who wants to know? I do.

A job, is it?

No.

Can't help you.

Oh, I think you can.

I'm looking for a Mr Livingstone.

Lucky Livingstone.

Why? Where is he?

Livingstone? Yes.

Never heard of him.

Your own partner, Mr Dowsett? How very odd.

Get lost!

I'd like to have a little chat with your partner.

Argh!

No wonder you don't make much money, Mr Dowsett -

you're so rude to your customers.

Now, shall we talk about your partner?

Oi, what's your game?

Thank you. Yes, we will come in.

Where is he, Sharon? Yes?

Leave them alone, you cow!

What's your game?

What are you after?

A red coat. Hm?

And your friend Lucky, who's been living here for the last two years.

Oh, has he? Eating and sleeping,

and anything else you'd care to mention, eh, Sharon?

What do you want him for?

We just want to talk to him.

Well, so do I.

Look, gone. He's taken all the blooming lot.

All me Tom. Tomfoolery?

Jewellery.

Lucky did that, huh?

Mm. So if you see the fat louse around,

give him a good kicking from me, will you?

Oh, I sure will. Promise?

It would be my pleasure. Well, if that's that...?

Well, thanks a lot, Sharon.

Ah!

Oh, thanks for your help, Sharon. Er, bye.

Hi, Lucky.

No-one told me nothing.

I was just a driver. Blaker paid me.

Blaker? That's right.

To drive the car, he said. The Porsche? Yeah.

Why haven't you booked me?

We wanted to have a private talk with you first.

Oh. Get to know you better.

Look, just drive the car, he said.

Keep your nose clean, there's £200 in it.

If you want to know anything more, you ask Blaker.

Blaker's dead. Oh, yeah. Awkward.

He was trying to breathe, and a knife got in the way.

Poor old Blaker.

Poor old Blaker killed a friend of ours.

Don't you remember?

It was a bit of a rush, wasn't it?

Listen, Lucky.

We're working on a case

that's bigger than your knucklehead brain can figure.

Yeah, I can see that. Listen... It's a tough case.

We're running out of leads.

And you're not a good lead.

Aren't I? Rotten.

But you're the only one we've got.

I don't know nothing.

I think we're gonna have to give this to a friend of ours.

What?

He isn't as nice as us.

Rubber hoses.

Eh? It's all the same to him.

Don't worry, Lucky. He'll get the truth out of you in the end.

The first question, the big question that he'll put to you,

Lucky, is this.

Who paid Blaker?

You've been in the political wilderness

for quite long enough, Toby.

After all these years, I am a little weary of leading a one-man crusade.

You have no doubts?

None whatsoever.

I'm concerned about your always being in the vanguard.

Well... I'm well used to the brickbats.

Has it occurred to you that our purposes might best

be served by a crisis?

There are crises and crises.

Perhaps...

a short, but severe, financial crisis.

By God, but it won't be easy.

Nothing worthwhile ever is, Toby.

Think about it.

So, all Lucky can remember is that he met Blaker at a pub.

I believe him.

Lucky is a liar.

The Duke Of Cumberland is miles from his usual stomping ground.

Lucky has not got the brains to invent a name like that.

Hm...

It's a pub, just like any other pub.

Is it?

OK. Do you wanna look around?

Nothing. Nothing.

There's nothing here. Let's go, OK?

No. No, it's not OK.

This is a working pub. So?

So it should be full of barrels, crates, empty bottles.

Hey! You two!

Do you mean us? Come on.

Er, sorry, we seem to have lost our way.

It's my fault - I was looking for the little boys' room.

Oh, yeah? And what about her?

Oh, that's my mother. She takes me everywhere.

We're too late, Dempsey.

Are we?

Everything's been cleared out. It's all gone.

Whatever it was.

Sure. It's cleared out.

That's what I said.

You've got to clear things out to put new things in.

How many things, would you suppose?

Say ten billion. Very little...

Harry...

The man in the red coat.

This is where Aylward was yesterday.

Oh, let's go.

I didn't think so.

OK. Say it.

Huh? Say what?

You don't think this is a good idea.

Nope.

Where are your glasses?

Oh, I don't know, I put them down somewhere.

They're upstairs, probably.

All right, Adrian.

Hm?

I'll go.

If Lindsay is guil... If.

Then doesn't it follow that his assistant

and close personal friend, Piers Aylward,

Prince bloody Charming, must be guilty too?

I say the evidence is here.

Maybe.

Somewhere.

I can't find them.

Oh, well. Never mind.

Hm.

Is it important?

Well, I ought to know something about it by tomorrow.

Can't I read it to you? Or is it classified?

Hm. Deadly secret?

No, no, no, it's unbelievably tedious.

No, it's just the transcript of a telephone conversation.

Would you, my dear?

Thank you.

I'll find the evidence, Dempsey, if it kills me.

I'm convinced.

You are?

Sure. We've got to get lucky sometime.

"So you must help me, James.

"I'm absolutely desperate.

"Don't say anything, I beg of you.

"Just listen.

"They want to kill me.

"I shall have to get away from here and hide."

Adrian, how awful.

"You're the only one I can trust.

"I don't know what to do for the best.

"I'm sorry to cause you all this trouble."

Harry.

Evidence.

Dempsey, you're... quite clever.

OK, a genius. I know.

Let's get out of here.

Come.

You wanted to see me? Ah, Aylward.

Lucky Livingstone...

..was picked up yesterday.

The American?

Sit down.

We must now deal with Mr Dempsey...

..without delay.

Can I help?

Yes, I think so.

"As requested, we guarantee...

"..a 75% coverage of all the households in the United Kingdom."

75%?

You should see my Christmas card list, it runs into thousands.

Am I on it?

No, you're not.

"Accordingly, we undertake to collect your goods..."

What goods, for heaven's sake?

"..on Thursday the 16th."

That's tomorrow... No, that's today.

"Said goods to be ready in store on the premises

"of the Duke Of Cumberland public house."

Well, I'm as much in the dark as ever.

What's that got to do with Tom's ten billion?

Or Lindsay?

Mm, I've had enough of today.

Let's go to bed.

Me in my bed, you in yours.

Harry...

Dempsey. 'James, you must help me.'

Laura, what's the matter?

'I'm absolutely desperate.'

Where are you?

'Don't say anything, I beg of you, just listen.

'They want to kill me.

'I shall have to get away from here and hide.

'After this call, I shall go straight to the Playhouse Theatre.

'If I have to, I shall wait there all night.'

What's up?

It's a trap.

Maybe.

But it's not Laura's idea.

The nose?

That's right, Harry.

Dempsey, it is a trap.

OK. It is a trap.

Laura?

Harry? Second gun, stage left!

Now, Dempsey!

Drop it.

Spikings is going to be very unhappy about this.

Why? Don't he like theatre?

'Are you sure about this?'

Harry, when this started, we was the good guys

and they was the bad guys. 'And now?'

Now it's a turkey shoot,

and we're the turkeys.

They're all in this together.

Right up to their necks.

Dempsey?

'In what together?'

Harry?

I see them.

'Lindsay and Prince Charming.'

Today's the day.

Thursday the 16th.

Hi. Good morning, sir.

Morning. Laura home?

Is she expecting you, sir? Tell her James is here.

I'll see if she's at home, sir.

Sir.

Just catching up on my reading.

I beg your pardon, sir? I've got to go.

Jim.

Hiya, Laura.

I just remembered I gotta go.

I want an explanation.

So do I.

Why don't you tag along? What?

I wouldn't want you making any more phone calls,

especially to your guardian. Grab your coat.

Harry, I'm on my way.

On my way.

Do you believe me? I'm trying.

He gave me this piece of paper to read, and he must have recorded me.

How COULD Adrian?

Are you listening to me?

James, what's going on?

Will you shut up for a second? I'm trying to think.

It's ten billion, it's inflation.

What the hell's he doing?

You know, I remember reading something.

During World War II, there was this idea that they could

drop money on Nazi Germany instead of bombs.

The whole idea being to cause something...

What was it called? The hyperinflation, that was it.

It would bring down the government overnight.

That was a stupid idea, though, they wouldn't do that.

What has all this got to do with my guardian?

I don't know, maybe nothing.

Then again, maybe everything.

You'd better hurry, Dempsey.

Don't panic, Harry.

Who's panicking? Just get a move on, that's all.

Adrian. Hm?

Ten billion!

Counterfeit notes? That's what Dempsey said.

And he's asked for backup?

Priority.

My God. You know what that means, don't you?

Let's get moving. Before he sinks half the Merchant Navy.

Please believe me, Jim.

I believe you.

Now stay put, no matter what.

'The last crates are going onto the trucks now.'

One more load, they're ready to go.

By the way, we've found ourselves another storage point,

so I hope you enjoyed yourself

at the Duke Of Cumberland pub.

Hi, Jake. Hi.

Hey!

Argh!

Move the trucks.

Where's your partner?

Are you looking for me? Let her go.

Back off.

Get him!

Armed police officer!

Drop your weapon, or I'll fire.

Drop it.

Come on! Come on!

Dempsey!

You'd better have a bloody good explanation for this!

Dempsey.

Dempsey!

Why?

To flood the market with counterfeit currency.

Free cash money to three-quarters of the homes in the United Kingdom.

Compliments of Winton Direct Marketing Services.

To create a financial crisis overnight.

Bring down the elected government.

And who's working in the wings?

You, sir, and Sir Toby?

Oh, I hardly think old Toby is in my class, do you?

You ain't got no class, lowlife.

Get in.

I expect you two were surprised to find him here?

Well... You know how it is in this game.

After a while, nothing surprises you.

Right.