All language subtitles for 01.08 Cover Story (1975 HD)

I love him. Can't you understand?

You're not going to see your husband
in this house for the next fifteen years

unless you help us locate that
money and get the rest of the gang.

Look, you co-operate with us and we
may be able to bring his parole forward.

Are you trying to tell me you'll help?

Mrs Whittle, your husband is going to spend
the last good years of his life in prison

while Myles and Ward and the
rest of the gang are outside laughing.

Not only that, love. Your old man is
still controlling that money they stole.

And he's giving it away
to the rest of his gang.

Money that you'll never be able to spend.

Look

all you've got to do is find out
where the money is now hidden.

Your husband will never know you told us.

Or does he love his fellow
thieves more than you?

More even than the kids?

I'd do it

if only he'd let me.

Well he's not going to tell
you to tip us off, is he?

Look, love. We understand
his code of honour.

We're not asking him to shop his mates

we're asking you to do it for him.

For his own sake.

- For his sake?
- I though you said you loved him?!

You were a bit hard on her, guv.

She knew he was a villain!

She was quite happy to share
the jollies as long as he was free.

Don't give me any of that
crap about suffering

wives, George. You'll
have me in tears.

Yeah, but she's too scare of
Whittle ever to open her mouth.

Look, as long as we knew
where that money was

all we had to do was sit back and wait
for Myles and Ward to collect it, right?

Now it's been nicked from under
our noses. We're back to square one.

But terrorising her isn't
going to help, is it?

Look, she needs money
What happens if she goes to the press?

Stuff the press!

'Doreen Whittle talks to Sandy Williams'.

That photograph of me. When was it taken?

Yeah, and where?

Bastards!

Who the bleedin' hell does this
Sandy Williams think he is?

Scotch-Welsh git.

When'd that rag come out?

Yesterday

but today you're a star!

George

tell C11 to subscribe
to the Beano in future

makes heavier reading.

'Ere, guv'nor

this must have been at
the printers weeks ago.

So?

Well there's a reference
here about the money

being taken from Mrs
Whittle's house to Reading

well this was written
before even we knew that.

No, you stay here George

find out all you can on Mr Sandy Williams.

Sandy Williams' place?

- Who are you?
- Detective Inspector Regan, Flying Squad.

I want to ask you some questions
about an article in this magazine.

I'm not Sandy.

Well is he here?

Yes, 'he' is.

This, is Sandy.

Of course we all hate suffering

I personally cannot bear it.

You see this one here?

I think this is possibly
one of Sandy's best.

We couldn't use it in the magazine

because of printing difficulties.

That bit there round the eye
would have come out all

smudgy and black.

Now look at that face

you, of course Inspector, would
know far more about this than either

Sandy or myself

but apparently these women
can survive quite adequately

for several years before
they suddenly crack

Yes, Justin's right.

There was a strange expression she had

I can never quite capture it

but it was there all right.

The ex-husband is
Roman Mattison the, er, press baron.

She was married to him?

Bloody hell!

Scotch all right?

Yeah fine.

The beauty of a deep freeze

is that the ice gets cold enough to crackle

when the scotch is poured over it.

When did you write the
article Miss Williams?

It's this month's issue.

When did you write the article?

Oh a bit before, I can hardly
remember exactly when.

Well I can find out exactly when
I want to know roughly.

Now.

What difference does it make?

It makes this difference Miss Williams

that issue whet to the printers
containing information that nobody

not even the police knew about at the time.

Nobody, that is except
you and the villains.

Then if you know that why
bother to ask me when I wrote it?

All right

how did you know?

I forget.

Now don't start being
clever with me, Miss Williams.

I don't think you realise what deep water
you and your... literary sidekick are in.

I could arrest you right now for conspiring
to pervert the course of justice.

If you're going to raise
your voice, inspector,

would you mind calling
me by my first name?

Something tells me that prison
would not appeal to you, Miss Williams.

Your poofter friend might
have the time of his

life flitting from cell
to cell, but not you.

Where'd you get your information?

I don't know why I'm drinking scotch

I'm a Bloody Mary girl really.

Where did you get your information?

Oh come on, Inspector

- name my sources?
- So you have sources?

You weren't guessing?

I thought this was going to be so exciting

are all police enquiries so boring?

The other half?

No, thanks.

I mean

I've heard of the machinery of justice

but God

try having a conversation with a machine!

Try having a drink with a machine!

Miss Williams.

Sandy.

I'm gonna have to take
you in for questioning.

And out of the kindness
of my mechanical heart

I'll give you ten minutes to get dressed.
I'll be waiting in the car outside.

Sandy Williams, is a lady.

Yeah, I know.

We need mink handcuffs
and a bottle of Alka Seltzer.

I'm bringing her in.

You get anything on her?

Well, no details

except a bleeding big problem!

Her ex-husband owns a chunk of Fleet Street

and she's still dancing on his lungs.

Go back to the Yard, get everything on her.

I'll see you later.

I'm sorry, I'm not ready.

- Look
- Yes?

Let's keep this as pleasant as possible.

Why don't I take you out to
dinner tonight instead?

You mean I'm no longer under arrest?

I'm bailing you out.

I'll try and loosen your
tongue with champagne!

Champagne won't loosen my tongue.

How about Bloody Mary?

Ahmm

with limes not lemons.

Well, that's all the
background on her so far

it's not much.

It's Jack Regan here. ls Bill down there?

Listen, guv'nor

what happens if we need her
as a prosecution witness

and the defence finds out
she went out with you?

In the line of duty.

Yeah, well there's another
thing that worries me

look, it's not as if she's just a
member of the public, she's a journalist!

Now you've given her
something to write about.

She could do a big story on you!

Now what's to stop her?

Oh Bill

listen, will you do us a favour?

I want you to get me some limes.

You could even be walking into a trap.

Limes!

Well, little green things eaten at
half time on the equator.

Sandy?

Sandy?

- Ha ha ha!
- Sandy, what are you playing

God, I felt ridiculous lying here.

Where are you taking me for dinner?

Who told you about that
stolen money being moved?

Can we go in your police car?

No.

Did you really smash that mirror
as part of the whole effect?

You make excellent Bloody Marys.

You're a nutter.

No I'm not, I'm starving.

Where are you taking me for dinner?

- Sandy!
- Eric!

Welcome to La Valbonne!

I thought you were in Los Angeles?

I was, but the police were after me.
I'm on the run!

It's great to see you.

- You said you'd write?
- I did, I sent you a postcard!

I don't believe you.

Have we missed all the flamenco?

- No, they're on again later.
- Oh terrific!

Er, Eric, Jack. Jack, Eric.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Would you like a seat next to Fred?
- Oh, lovely.

Hello Fred.

Ah, isn't he sweet?

Yeah, knockout.

Have fun.

Nice to see you again Sandy.

A very old friend.

I bet!

You were saying?

And when you came, when you finally came

I thought, I mean, what
kind of a detective?

He's never gonna follow the clues.

Clues?

Door unlatched.

You couldn't find a red carpet.

Telephone off the hook.

You didn't want us to be disturbed.

Books scattered all over the stairs.

You hate reading.

No, you prefer other forms of amusement.

And when you finally reached the bedroom

I thought, I mean, what
if he doesn't touch me?

And calls for an ambulance instead?

You'd have got someone in a uniform.

And there was another clue

the untouched drink.

Except I sipped just a
little bit too much from it.

Why all that?

Well how else do you get a
detective into your bedroom?

Or perhaps I should have
left a note, saying

'look under the bed'?

I think that fish fancies me

letusleave.

Mm mm, I haven't seen any flamenco yet.

I haven't danced any flamenco yet.

I tell you, George. It's just
as well we didn't arrest her

there's no prison in the
country that could hold her.

I don't often say this, but that
girl Sandy is something special.

Yeah, well I hope you can handle her.

She's my kind of girl, son.

How was last night?

Well from a legal point of view we
both committed a breach of the peace

were drunk and dissorderly

used offensive language
to three pedestrians

littered the Queen's highway to the
extent of one empty champagne bottle

and damaged a dustbin
while reversing to park.

From a human point of view

we had a bloody good night, your Worship.

Find out a lot about her?

Yeah.

Listen guv'nor

someone's been ferrying information

from Geoff Whittle in jail,
to Myles and Ward outside.

She's our number one suspect.

Sunday papers?

Orange juice?

There's some coffee when you're ready

and the croissants just come out
of the oven, so they're nice and soft

and warm.

Sandy, you're a monster.

You think I'm a monster?

When did you
write the article Miss Williams?

It's this month's issue.

When did you write the article?

You're a media monster,
that's what you are!

You bitch!

Ooh, what a butch policeman.

It's throwing it down outside.
Where are you going?

Little assignment.

Nothing I can't tell you about

later!

I'll be back in a couple of hours.

Is there any chance you
might still be in bed?

Well, I certainly won't be under it.

Turning into Old Brompton Road, over.

Okay. Following now, over.

So she's visiting Mrs Whittle again.

Yeah.

Geoff Whittle only has one
visitor a fortnight, right? His wife.

Well she's the only way he can
get messages to the outside world.

Well Whittle's still
controlling the whereabouts of

the money. Why would his
wife take visits from her?

Well if he knows about
them, no reason at all.

Unless, of course, she's
part of the operation.

So she's a photographer.

Yeah, you said she was special, guv

she must think she's Jacques
Cousteau filming in this weather.

Who the hell's that?

How do I know?

Follow him. I'll stay with her.

Okay guv.

Oh

I was hoping you'd still be in bed.

Hello?

Yes?

It's for you, Inspector.

- Regan.
- Guv'nor, can I talk?

Yeah, he was one of Whittle's firm

yeah, we traced him all the
way back to Myles and Ward.

No, no question.

Hello.

Ah, guv'nor. We've located the money again.

I've been trying to contact you.

Well where is it now?

It's been taken back
to Mrs Whittle's flat.

How do we know?

Well, same tip as
before, out of the Scrubs

I've set up observation again.

And another thing, guv'nor

Whittle had a lady visitor yesterday

guess who?

Sandy Williams.

I've been in touch with the editor

they're prepared to defend
journalistic silence in the courts.

Did anyone interrogate this Sandy Williams?

Yeah.

And she refused to cooperate?

Right.

Well, who did it? Is it logged?

I did and it isn't.

Yet.

Look, let's not beat about the bush Jack

she may be a well-known
journalist and we all know how

the press feel when one of
their own comes under fire

but if she is involved
in any way with this

Whittle affair, we won't
use kid gloves on her.

And that goes for anyone
who's involved with her.

Do you follow me?

Now, about this money back
at Mrs Whittle's place

we can't have that taken
from under our noses again.

I think we should pick it up and deal
with Myles and Ward in some other way.

It's been paid off by the insurance

it's dead money!

Even if we do lose it, all it
can do is add to inflation

it's value to us is as bait.

All right.

But be very careful, Jack.

If that's the bait

every fish it hooks will
have to be reeled in.

Guv'nor, tips are coming in
from very funny places

now the latest one is that Myles and Ward
are gonna move it tomorrow night.

Well, we're standing by, aren't we?

Listen, when we nail them this
thing's gonna blow wide open, right?

Now you've got to clear yourself in advance

nick her now, it's the
only thing you can do.

- You followed me?
- Yes.

- You didn't trust me?
- Wasn't I right?

I'm allowed to do my job.

You were breaking the law
you were passing on information!

Myles and Ward are criminals!

They're not! They haven't been
tried yet. They're still innocent!

They've both got records
as long as your arm.

Sandy, what did you tell them?

What did you pass on?

I saw my guv'nor this afternoon.

He knows about us

he's as good as told me he's
giving me breathing space.

Sandy, if you don't come clean with me now
I've got no alternative but to arrest you.

And when we nail Myles and Ward
you'll go too, for a long stretch.

And your only defence in court will
implicate me and my career's finished.

What about my career?

Your career?

Well I make more money than you

you don't have to be
a policeman all your life.

Why does it have to be my
career instead of yours?

I could work for both of us.

Well your career's not at stake

not if you come clean with me now.

Look, I have to have some
sort of code as a journalist

if I broke it I couldn't
work with myself again.

Code?

Yes!

Well what's the matter? Don't you bloody
policemen have any personal code?

Well, that seems to be it then.

Cop meets journalist

the end.

I'll tell you everything I know.

On one condition.

No conditions Sandy.

We know the money's in Mrs Whittle's place

or we're assuming it is.

Now we've had several whispers
that it's due to be moved.

The hardest and latest
information we've got is this.

Myles and Ward won't be
seen dead near that place.

So the money's going to be taken
from the Whittles' place, as rubbish

in a normal dustcart to
the normal rubbish dump.

Where it's gonna be dumped
to be picked up later.

Now the cue for the transfer is going to
be the end of the dustman's strike

which will be early in the morning.

Now the word is that the strike's
gonna be called off tonight

so just in case it is

and a bit of fancy overtime is called for

we'll be there as from the
moment the strike is officially ended.

When Myles and Ward come by with their
mouths watering, we'll nick 'em redhanded.

Right, any questions before
the briefing detail?

Yeah

anybody got any deodorant?

I'm bloody frozen.

How are you?

Oh, I'm all right.

Don't 'arf pen and ink down here.

Check with the others.

Jim

it's George, are you all right?

- I'd rather be tucked up in bed though.
- Sorry, dearie, I can't help you.

T-L-B

2-6-6-M

That's the one!

Good girl.

Ah look, this is just rubbish

like her!

We know the money
was kept at your house.

That's ridiculous! Would I have
turned up if I knew it was a hoax?

Those visits to Mrs Whittle

you were transferring it in
small amounts, weren't you?

No.

Miss Williams, we have every one of your
visits logged by our surveillance team.

Oh grow up, I've told
you everything I know.

Mrs Whittle's flat was completely searched
six weeks ago and it was clean.

Empty.

You start making regular visits

and eventually all the
money is transferred there.

Ah, so you need an alibi because
you forgot to search the rubbish?

Naughty boys!

You lie in court and you'll
get seven years for perjury.

Believe me, I'm not lying.
Why should I lie?

Look, we had a tail on Myles and Ward

and we had a watch on the money

now all we had to do was
get the two together, right?

If you say so.

Now all they needed

was a nice little scheme so that
we were out of the way just long enough

for them to disappear with
it in the other direction.

You were their decoy.

You fed us false information

you even came along to make sure we ate it.

Do you really believe what you're saying?

How old are you Miss Williams?

Twenty-six.

You'll be a lot older when
you get out, sweetheart.

And not half as tasty.

Get stuffed.

Idunno,guv

this could be a tough one.

I know I'm the one who first suspected her,
but I'm beginning to get my doubts now.

She could be clean.

Try Whittle.

How come you were the trusted
go-between for Myles and Mrs Whittle?

I was nothing of the sort.

What was it you said to
that bloke by the Embankment?

I've told you already.

I forget. Tell me again!

I told him that Mrs Whittle
didn't want to see them

it was probably a code
that I didn't understand

meaning the money was
still in the same place.

Nah, you'll have to do better
than that for the judge, love.

Can't I have a coffee too?

I must say though

you don't look the type.

What?

Still, he always had taste.

A lot of them go soft when they
come up against a bit of class.

Can I speak to a solicitor please?

I know I have a right.

You're Whittle's girl, aren't you?

- What?
- You're Whittle's girlfriend.

He set you up in that house
before he went inside, didn't he?

You're round the twist. The only time
I ever saw him was was behind bars!

Oh, so you visited him?

Yes.

- You must have used a false name then?
- No I didn't.

Well I might have used my
married name, I sometimes do.

And that is when you and Geoff Whittle
schemed the whole thing?

No! That is when I went to see him

to try and get an article
about him for a magazine.

Sit down Miss Williams.

Oh, I'm sorry... sorry for shouting.

Let me talk to Jack.

Jack who?

Detective Inspector Regan.

He's not here, love

what do you want to speak
to him for anyway?

We've got loads of other inspectors.

So what do we do? Hold her or let her go?

Look guv'nor, we've got nothing.

There's no proof the money
was ever at Mrs Whittle's.

There's no proof it was taken away while
we were watching that bleeding dustcart.

And there's no proof she's
trying to set us up.

We blew it.

We both blew it.

We lost out

Whittle made us look idiots

it's one case we really messed up.

But while we hand onto her
it's going to stick in our throats.

And she's press, guv

this could go twice as rotten.

Do you want to talk to her?

Throw her out.

Take a seat, Jack.

I'll stand.

Oh, you were a bit unfortunate

bit of bad info.

And once again we lose
the money from under our noses.

Look guv, I've been up to my
back teeth in garbage all night

I'm a bit tired. What did
you want to see me about?

Yes, you look tired Jack

this case has made a lot of us tired.

You came unstuck, Jack

you ran into something you couldn't handle.

As of this moment you're off the case.

Take a holiday, Jack.

The Whittle gang? There
was no Whittle gang.

Geoff Whittle's been doing
porridge for two years.

I mean, don't believe all that press
rubbish just because you like reading it.

Listen mate

if you knew one bleedin'
thing about anything

you would know that we've wiped out
major crime in this country

and, in fact, we've been
so successful, we've

ended up giving ourselves
nothing to do.

All the big villains are inside!

In fact we're going to have to invent some
villains to give ourselves something to do.

You see that bird he come
in with the other night?

You what?

You know, the bird you come in here the
other night with? The photographer.

She downed a pint in five seconds flat!

A journalist.

A vulture!

A trendy crime sniffer!

Now that all the boys are inside,
her kind are gonna be out of work!

In fact they're so hard up they're
hanging round the wives and families.

Guv'nor, there's a call for you

on one of the hot lines.

I'll take it here.

Regan.

Hello? Inspector Regan?

Jack, I have to tell you something.

Can you get over here quickly?

Where are you?

I'll be right round.

I think there's something going on

Get another car.

Sandy, you all right?

Well?

Your call?

Sandy

look, I've got two cars outside
and men round the back

now what was the urgency?

I just desperately wanted you.

False alarm.

Guv?

'Ello George. What you having?

Er, half a bitter.

Er, half a bitter.

Are you all right, George?
How's the wife? She all right?

Terrific.

Hey you, this is the bloke
I was telling you about.

I'm gonna recommend him for a promotion.

He's got what it takes to be a D.l.

self control!

'Scuse me?

Myles.

Oi. Myles!

- Yeah?
- I want a word with you.

Cor, terrible smell in
here all of a sudden.

That bird Sandy, did you set her up?

Can't think where it comes from

someone let a dog in here somewhere?

This isn't business, I just want
to know. Did you set her up?

Smells something like

filth.

Had your bins emptied lately, Joe?

He's funny he is, isn't he?

Just tell me, Myles.

What is it you want me to say, eh

Y0Ufig man?

Something nice, or something nasty?

The thing about filth is

you touch it

or if you was to let it touch you

you can't get it off.

Nice girl that Sandy.

Mmm

til she got the filth on her.

Yeah.

I don't want any aggro. Did you set her up?

We didn't know who he was

he just came in here and attacked us.

Me and my friend.

Course we set her up!

Leave it out, you'll kill him!

What happened to you?

I had a drink with Myles
and Ward, didn't I?

She's clean, guv.

They told me. They just used her.

All she knew was to hang around that
dump if she wanted a good photograph.

She's clean.

Let's use your car.

It's all right, it's all right.
We're the Sweeney.

- Hold it.
- It's all right.

Sandy!

She not here

she gone.

- Gone?
- Neu York... erm

New York.

Er, job

Job

job in New York

understand?

In a vvay/

I hope you miss this clue as well.

But... then in another
way I hope you don't.

I think I do love you Jack

but for some reason I could
never really say it to your face.

I'm leaving

not

not because I know you don't
really love me, but because

given the jobs we do it
could never really work out.

I don't think you can love,
unless you put your love

before your work

I was prepared to do that for you

but, would you have done it for me?

She all right?

She's fine.

I don't think you can love,
unless you put your love

before your work.

I was prepared to do that for you

but, would you have done it for me?