All language subtitles for The Sweeney S3E6 Bad Apple 25FPS

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Hands on your head.

What?

Go on, put your hands on your head now.

You, come over here.

Come on.

Fill it.

Come on, today's Thursday,
you bank on Friday

so I know it's there.

Now go, move girl.

[cash register ringing]

Get back.

Put your hands down quick, come on.

Morning, I want a keyring for my husband.

[Grigg] Go on then, serve the lady.

Something funny or kinky,
you know the sort of thing.

[coins clattering]

[Grigg groaning]

Smooth as silk.

Well done WPC Collins.

Leave off will ya? You'll
break me bloody arm.

You don't know your own strength, girl.

Hello.

[spraying]

[gentle music]

Morning.

This is the bus.

Detective Inspector Perraut, Ronnie Grigg.

Grigg, eh?

Well, I've seen some
cack-handed villains but.

Any previous?

Some.

You surprise me.

How many?

Three.

What do you recon you'll draw?

About two penneth.

Double it.

Eh Jim?

On his previous?

Yes.

[Perraut] Four years.

That's a lot of porridge for him.

Oh no.

Can't we do something about it then?

What do you have in mind, son?

I'd like to help.

Too many witnesses.

Look, I'll give you a line for an equital.

[Perraut laughing]

All right then, give us a price.

Three.

I could buy a whole jury for that.

One each for me, gentleman Jim,

one for the man upstairs,
and that is rock bottom.

Okay.

But I'll need bail.

You'll get it.

The Sweeney Theme!!!

[church bells ringing]

Stay close, Jack.

Mr Hudson, Gordon Hudson?

Yes.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Haskins

of the Flying Squad.

This is Detective Inspector Regan.

Flying Squad?

This is a photograph of you, I believe,

taken some years ago, right?

Yes or no?

Yes.

And these five convictions are also yours.

I believe you were using the name Hanely,

not Hudson at the time.

Grahame Hanley.

Did you get this from the local factory?

You admit that they're yours?

Don't have any choice, do I?

That's all, thank you.

Bastards.

[Regan tutting]

Hasn't made his day, has it?

I'll drop this along
the prosecuting council.

Yeah, that should put the poison in.

For one suspended sentence
read, what, three years?

I'll settle for that.

He seemed surprised you knew he had form.

Particularly since the local CID

said there was no record of any.

They didn't seem to have taken any dabs.

Oh, like that, is it?

I don't know.

Maybe we'll find out.

[typing]

Governor.

She types like she looks.

We ought to go.

Go where?

Where I told you, the dirty squad,

they're showing all those new porn films.

The Greek Street ones?

Yeah, six o'clock.

I can't do it, George.

Well it's your loss son.

[speaking in a foreign language]

As they say.

Said, when they were
wearing bicycle clips.

[phone ringing]

Regan.

The gags may be old, it's just
the walk that's different.

Yeah all right, gov?

Oi, sailer!

Come back.

Governor wants us.

When?

Now.

You just missed me.

Now!

You just talked me into it.

All right Jack, George, sit down.

You know I've been working
on this fraud case,

oh, have you told George?

No, I haven't. No.

Well it doesn't matter.

The point is, we've unearthed
a whiff of corruption.

Not a bent copper?

Possibly.

Anyway, under the Police Act of 1964,

the local chief constable has asked

the commissioner to supply

an investigating officer, and that's me.

Terrific.

To see if there are any
charges to be brought,

disciplinary or criminal.

Well don't say you want to involve us.

We're up to there, governor.

Not true.

I had to stop George going

to the pictures tonight! George?

Yeah, that's right.

I checked the book, you are the least

busy of my teams as of
five pm this evening.

Look, you've been on the wrong end

of one of these inquiries, Frank.

Sifting through your private life.

Pricing your home.

Everything from the sideboard

to your wife's second best bra.

Remember the names Hayley and Brimner?

Charles and Brimner yeah.

These are two young tearaways

that gave you the slip.

Got em uh, London airport last Christmas.

We lost them when they vanished

into that same police district.

We don't know how many
of our old customers

may be holed up in there.

So it's fixed.

Fixed.

Okay.

Where do we start?

[manly music]

Would you like to meet her?

I'll let you know.

Cautious.

[crowd cheering]

[crowd applauding]

You knew.

I knew.

How?

He was shaving in the
gents when I arrived.

What a ramp.

Well, want more drunks, gents?

Yes please, Marge, same again.

Seen a few flat chested
strippers in my time.

He's good, isn't he?

I'm queer Marge, I still like women.

The roast beef of Old England, hey?

Every time.

Wouldn't mind a cut off that.

You and half this town.

Is there a Mr P anywhere?

On the island, Parkhurst.

Don't even think about it.

Why not?

Before you unhooked her
bra, he'd hear about it.

He has nasty friends, a lot of them.

How's the rate?

As ever.

Could do with a boost.

How about a nice, plump, tender lad?

Milk fed, free range, et cetera.

Just waiting to be pulled.

You can garnish him with a few unsolds.

Get him TIC'd with his own.

Parboil and grill, then put your feet up.

I thought you were a
solicitor, not a chef.

A man in his time plays
many parts, blue eyes.

Name.

Peters.

Johnny Peters.

Never heard of him.

Client of mine owns some property.

Thanks love.

My pleasure.

Any word from the brewery?

Only acknowledgement.

Keep me posted.

Yeah.

Cheers.

Some property.

A client of yours.

Top of Mount Ararat.

Victorian jobs.

They're the ones, number 29, top floor.

[Jim] Is he there now?

Some time tonight, he'll be kipping there.

You'll find the door
open tomorrow morning.

Okay, cheers.

[ominous music]

[cat meowing]

[door crashing]

Okay.

You're off.

I haven't done nothing!

I know you're--

Bastard!

What's going on?

Cover them up, love.

Put me off my breakfast.

[Officer] Right, we're off!

Let go of me!

You pigs.

Check the cupboard.

[clattering]

[crashing]

Bingo.

Who'd have thought he'd
have spent so much?

So soon.

I don't have to even
see you unless I want.

Don't play battered room
boys with me, uncle.

It's true.

That only applies when you're on remand.

You're not anymore, you're
doing bird, three years worth.

I could have someone sitting
here with me making notes.

You can have Angelo Dundee

in your corner as far as I'm concerned.

You could bring me in here blindfold,

I'd still know where I was.

Yes, that subtle mixture of
slopping out and green water.

Like the bud in a cabbage
the size of Isle of Man.

Hm?

Yeah.

You must want your head tested.

How much were you putting in?

You get nicked, there's 15
cards on the indictment,

they drop you in it for three years,

and still you stand for it.

[Regan stuttering]

You must be having your own
private mental health year.

They're sitting in their offices, Gordon,

polishing their chairs with their arses

and they are creasing themselves.

You paid for protection, and
they didn't deliver, did they?

What did they say?

Plead guilty, my son?

We'll squash the previous'?

You'll go into court with a good character

and come out with a suspended sentence?

Is that what they said?

No comment.

[Regan] I beg your pardon.

I said no comment.

Ah, you've been watching all those

little plastic men
trooping out of number 10.

Flashing their Hampsteads and
their transport house smiles.

Daft as wooden nutmegs, most of 'em.

But dafter still Gordon are the likes

of you and me who put 'em there.

To pay for something and not get it,

and still keep shtum, that's got to be

the daftest thing of all.

You think on Gordon.

If you want me, you know where I am.

I know if I were you, I'd
sing like a hot canary.

Any joy, Jack?

No, gov.

Stiff upper lip time, isn't it?

There you go governor.

Oh thanks.

Did he deny that he had
friends on the force?

No, that's the one thing he didn't do.

Oh, all right, it was worth a try anyway.

George, you haven't got any tea.

No, no, I'm trying to lose a few pounds.

Not the grapefruit diet?

No, no.

Listen, if you're really serious about it,

you ought to try the onion diet.

I'm trying to lose a few
pounds, not all me friends.

You ain't got any friends.

Just a word about Hudson's fraud.

Seems that he had a team of salesmen

selling garden furniture.

Allegedly, emphasize allegedly,

made by disabled ex-service men.

Yes, and during it's last year,

the firm grossed £60,000.

[George] It's not chicken feed.

30,000 of which went straight
into Hudson's own pocket.

Tasty.

What did you nail him on?

Oh,
running a company for fraudulent purposes,

not keeping proper books,
fraudulent conversion,

et cetera, et cetera.

How did you make the link
with the local force?

They said he had no form,
well I couldn't believe

that he hadn't cut his teeth
on something less ambitious.

So you checked his photos with the albums?

Something else that might be of interest.

Four years ago an inspector down there

got smashed at the annual knees up.

Has been known.

Whilst in his cups, he
made certain allegations,

which not surprisingly put
the block on his promotion.

Yeah, that figures.

Well out of peak, he put in his papers.

He then wrote a note to the DPP.

By now, of course, he's
pegged as a difficult case.

So nothing came of it?

Inquiries were made, but as you say,

nothing came of it.

He'd be worth meeting.

He's either got a bee in his bonnet,

or an ounce or two of high octane honey.

There's his address.

These will be nice for you, sir.

- Yes.
- Don't forget, cut the pods off.

Yeah.

And be careful not to
damage those roots, okay?

You pay at the other one.

-Thanks very much.
-Thank you very much.

That's all right.

Ex-inspector Letts?

Mr Letts.

As you wish.

DI Regan, DS Carter.

The Met?

How did you know?

It's all the gold dust
glinting on your boots.

Who are you with, A10?

Sweeney.

Oh, the glory boys.

Why did you say A10?

First number that came into my head.

You once made some
accusations, about corruption.

Biggest boo-boo ever made.

It's in the Guinness Book
of Records, you know?

All time clangers.

Second only to the one in the Kremlin.

Didn't win friends and
influence people, ey?

You could say that.

Still believe what you said was true?

Not believe, I know.

Knowing's not proving though, is it?

Well let us prove it for you.

The system's wrong.

Trent, he was right.

What we need is an officer corp.

An elite, an unbendable,
unbridable, incorruptible elite.

There's only one force got that.

St Peters AC Crime.

It's the only way.

Graft will knacker us otherwise.

Yeah, say hello at Christmas,
that was always his line.

Who's line?

And they did.

More scotch in the back of that car.

Whose car?

He broke retail price
maintenance single handed.

Suits, watches, meals, holidays.

Who?

Johns.

[Regan] That's better, where is he now?

Boothill.

Where?

Pottersfield.

Dead, governor.

Oh.

Oh he does talk, does he?

I was beginning to wonder.

Natural causes?

For him?

[Regan] Johns.

Well, if eating yourself,
drinking yourself,

whoring yourself to death is natural, yes.

Any other names?

Living ones?

A week's a long time in politics.

I've been gone four years.

Okay, places then?

Clubs, pubs, discos.

Knocking shops.

The Blue Parrot.

Hey, what's so funny?

Well that was Sydney Green
Street's cafe in Casablanca.

Well this is Marge Proctor's
place in Kingley Street.

She doesn't wear a fez.

Four times I raided that club, four times.

And?

Four times it was closed on
the very night of the raid.

Unlucky, wasn't it?

Tip off?

Wasn't done with tealeaves.

Thanks for your help.

Have a drink with us, squire.

Don't patronize me.

Here you, turn off that tap, will ya?

Tell me, does the Met
dress like that these days?

Yeah, most of 'em.

Thank God I wore uniform.

10 quid a month I pay that tailor.

He's off his chump.

[Radio] Bravo 22, over.

[radio chattering]

[Woman] Bravo 22, over.

[tense music]

That's Hankins, isn't it?

From the yard.

You mean Haskins.

Yeah, it is.

Wonder what he wants.

Give it time.

Take each match as it comes.

Oh George, if you get a chance,

in the canteen, somewhere like that,

drop Johns' name, will you?

[Carter] Yeah, will do, gov.

See if it gets any ripples.

See if anybody remembers
him, who worked with him,

name of his sergeant, things like that.

[Carter] Okay governor.

I shouldn't think anybody's cleaned

these windows since VJ night.

When was that?

Oh God, don't say you don't remember.

No, you wouldn't.

No it's all right love, no.

Didn't you ask for a direct line?

[Haskins] Yes, I did.

So don't call Jack on that phone.

[knocking]

Detective Chief Inspector Haskins?

Yes sir.

My name's Reynolds, I just popped

my head round to say hello.

Oh, good afternoon, sir.

This is Detective Sergeant Carter.

Sergeant.

Sir.

Quarters are a might modest,

so if there's anything we
haven't given you, just sing out.

I think we can cope, sir.

Used to be said there's only one reason

for this town to exist, as a place to stop

between London, and the coast
to pee in the river.

We try to disprove that.

I'd do the same.

Sergeant, I'd like a word with your boss

on his own, if you don't mind.

Okay sir.

I missed you before.

I was up at Bramshill.

Did you enjoy it?

I have my reservations.

I think we're pushing some
of them too fast, too soon.

It's Frank, isn't it?

Yes sir.

Your fraud inquiries
made a few years burn.

I'm sorry.

Needless to say, it embarrasses the hell

out of me to have you here.

Not exactly an ideal
situation for me either, sir.

No?

No, I suppose not.

Now don't misunderstand what I say, Frank,

but you don't demolish a whole church

just because a couple
of tiles need replacing.

Agreed.

I know who your brief's from,

but all the same, I
expect to be consulted,

and I don't mean when
there's a fait accompli.

Understood?

I understand, sir.

When this is all over, someone will still

have to police this bailiwick.

I know our daily crime sheets

look like chicken feed up at the MPD.

Never the less, if it's
only road accidents

or Colorado Beetle, this
division will continue

to get the respect it deserves.

Respect.

Do I make myself clear?

I understand, sir.

[gentle music]

All ship shape in Bristol fashion?

Ah, dunno yet.

Come aboard.

You gonna buy it?

I might.

I thought you had a meet
tonight, eight o'clock?

Where was it?

It's off.

Why?

Our friend Grigg has fouled up.

How?

He got nicked, didn't he?

[Perraut] Where?

Southampton.

Clever.

[Jim] Doing a jewelers.

After that last fiasco.

Idiot.

While on bail from us, that's what matters.

Could have balanced better.

[funky upbeat music]

[women laughing]

Stranger in paradise.

What's that for?

♪ Take my hand I'm a ♪

Stranger in paradise.

Kiss me.

Yeah, sod my honeymoon.

Long, long time ago.

Can I buy you a drink?

Save your money.

So you're Marge Proctor?

Well, nobody else would admit to it.

I'm looking for a room, somewhere
to kip for a few nights.

Well, you can always try the Griffin

opposite the cop shop.

What's wrong with one
of your spares upstairs?

How do you know?

Well that's how I heard it.

What's your name?

Jack.

The I'm all right one,
or the up yours one?

Maybe I saw a write up somewhere.

Yeah, yeah, that must have been it.

Yeah, the Sunday Times probably.

Could be.

Yeah.

The Griffin's your best bet love.

Hey, Marge, come on.

Be a sport.

Oh God. [laughing]

The number of times that's been said,

and if I'd always said
no, I'd be in clover.

Well sheep always are.

Look what's happened to them.

[Regan bleating]

No, it was a face named Proctor.

Stan the man Proctor.

Stan?

You've been inside?

Shh!

What do you want, a loud hailer?

Nah, ships that pass in the night.

They go in, they come out, right?

I've seen faces fresh from the nick,

they're a funny gray color.

Can't miss it.

Yours is not one of them.

There's more than one way
to kill a bird, Marge.

Head on, face to face, screw to screw.

The nurk's way.

What's the other way?

Yes chief, right chief.

I'm doing the governor's
roses today chief,

which arm do I put the band on?

In other words, you crawled.

Put it this way, if you ever want

a limbo dancer in here, look no further.

[both laughing]

You on parole?

Well, you can't very well put

the Blue Parrot as an address,

the probation officer's
liable to give that the elbow.

[Regan] Cross that one later.

Yeah, because you could always

try D6 Kingley Street and
hope they wouldn't notice.

You know your way around the law, Marge.

I'm not a nurk either.

Nice place.

Well, if you keep the lights dim,

you don't notice the paper
pealing and the damp rising.

Must have to cross a few
palms to keep going, ey?

You've got your bed, Jack.

Settle for that, hey.

[Radio] 6026, go ahead.

-[man singing drunkenly]
-[radio chattering]

Come on.

[man talking gibberish]

Clear off Ed, you're going to fall.

[more singing]

Tell me, how do you get that stoned

so early in the morning?

Takes years of practice.

I could teach ya.

You're one of the whizz kids from the Met.

Well I don't know about the whizz kid bit.

Jim Huke.

George Carter.

DS?

Mm-hmm.

It's a swinging little
place, isn't it, George?

Nearly.

[Woman] 13, 13.

My governor doesn't like the
smell of cigarette smoke.

Ah, one of those.

-Need written permission to cough.

How long you been down here then?

Too long.

Had a bird laid on for Sunday,
if you see what I mean.

So what's the object of the exercise?

Yeah, dunno if there is an object.

You tell me.

Well they nicked this
geezer for fraud, right?

Now word was, he had no fault.

In fact, he did have,
yard and a half of it.

So what?

Someone stacked the cards?

Yeah, so he's making a couple, who cares?

Human nature, init?

Getting anywhere?

Nah, not so you'd notice.

Tell you what, I'm going to go over

the road and have a pint.

Wanna come?

11:15, to the Griffin to meet informant.

[Marge wolf whistling]

Oh beautiful.

Could be made for you.

I always fancied myself in uniform.

Always fancied myself as a barman.

Well, always fancied yourself.

You know me too well. ;)

The question is, can you do it?

It's what Tigger likes best.

[Marge] Well, Bloody Mary.

Vodka, tomato juice, squeeze of lemon.

Screw drive.

Vodka, and lime juice, init?

Now, there is no place in this club

for private enterprise, right?

Right.

It's a monopoly.

Marge's monopoly.

You work for me, and me only.

You sound like you had
hairs on your chest.

Believe it.

The day you put one of your bottles

into one of my optics.

Sounds very sexy.

That's the day you leave.

I'm not a crook.

You weren't in the nick to lose weight.

Touche.

Now, 32 nips per bottle.

That's the law.

I allow 30, but seeing as I like you, 28.

Any questions?

Uhh...

I've heard of chain smoking,
but this takes the Danish,

I mean you must have
thousands of ciggies in here.

Questions.

Licensing laws?

Oh, we opened at 5:30, we
close when I say close.

Anything else?

No, I don't think so.

Warning bells.

Still something not quite
right about you Jacko-boy.

What's that?

Well, out of stir, none
of your B men, no job,

yet you still haven't asked about salary.

I assumed you pay in kind, Marge.

[Marge laughing]

Darling, there isn't that much
kindness left in the world.

Hello Jim.

Hello Betty, love.

How are you?

Oh, having trouble with the boss.

I should write your MP.

I would, if I thought he could read.

I'm just going round to
moms, be about an hour.

I'll believe that when I see it.

Give my love.

Tell her I hope the tablets are working.

See you soon.

I hope so.

[dog barking]

She not well?

Some horse pills, damn great things.

She found them on a bus.

[Jim laughing]

So, what about one George Carter then?

I thought I'd take him on a pub crawl.

Can you see him off?

No problems.

Couple of sniffs of the
barmaid's aftershave.

We've had inquiries before, Jim,

four years ago to be precise.

It's all part of life's rich pageantry.

[Boat vrooming]

Turn that off, George.

So how much a free hand you got?

You've gotta be joking.

Every call, every move, he's watched,

monitored and spied on, now we need

something to set it off.

Take this, 15000 ciggies,
300 bottles of Islay scotch.

Or not.

Every time I serve someone,
I see Shaw Taylor.

Trace those packing case numbers.

Yeah, all right.

What about licensing hours?

Writes her own, she admits it.

Protection?

Give us a chance, George.

What's Frank Haskins up to?

Trying to pretend he's making

daisy chains out of paperclips.

In fact, he's going through
all their recent cases.

Looking for what?

Things that fell apart,
cases that were dropped.

Prosecutions that should of, and didn't.

That's smart.

He's already come up with
an armed robbery merchant

who they gave bail to.

With form?

[Carter] Three previous.

He's worth breathing on.

I read about you, and
that Southampton jewelers.

Not exactly Butch Cassidy, are you?

Yeah, well I was unlucky, wasn't I?

Nah, I recon you were
in the wrong game, son.

You got about as much
flair for it as a milkman.

And all the while, you were on bail.

It's been a dodgy spell all round.

You're a fool.

I thought you were here to ask questions.

No, I'm here to tell you, to tell you

that my governor is tearing
telephone directories.

Why, what do you mean?

What do you think you got bail for?

I didn't know you was from him.

[Carter] Oh I'm sorry, I should have

shown you one of my visiting cards.

He's got nothing to worry about.

Coming from you, that's the
worst news he's had yet.

[Grigg] Look, I won't let
him down, he knows that.

He knows nothing, but
I'll tell you this son--

Listen, you tell Mr Perraut.

You tell him, I'm sorry I screwed up

but I'll make it up to him.

He'll get his money, Gods honor.

Now you tell him that.

Staff only back here, sir.

Public the other side of the bar.

I'm no public.

[Regan] Who are you?

I'm family.

Other side of the bar, please sir.

Oh yes.

[Regan] Yeah.

Or else what?

I'll have to put you there.

Listen, pillock, I'm the fuzz.

You raise one finger at me,

and your feet won't touch, savvy?

Savvy.

[Jim] Sergeant.

Sergeant.

There's a good lad.

That'll be £9, sergeant.

Put that back.

[Jim] You must like playing with fire.

Put it back!

Listen, if I have to
take you into the nick,

I warn you, you'll come out on a dust pan!

You took that bottle, now
you either pay for it,

or put it back.

Hey!

Now, stop it.

I don't think I like
your new barman, Marge.

Put that down, Jack.

For Christ sake.

Now!

[bottle smashing]

He's too pushy, and he's
heading for trouble.

Leave him alone, Jim.

Two words for you, watch it.

You got what you want, huh?

It'll do.

Yeah, well I've got some 12 year malt.

Suit me fine, this will.

Jim!

[Regan sighing]

One thing's for sure, you were never

in the diplomatic corp.

I didn't know he was a cop.

Makes a good enemy, he does.

What, you let him walk
in here and help himself?

I owed him.

Owed?

Owed!

Oh, that's it, is it?

You scratch my back.

Fact of life.

I'd rather pay him than
some other frighteners.

This way, no one is going to pour petrol

through my letterbox.

No one is going to take my license away,

and no one is going to turn the club over.

It's called peace of mind money.

How much?

50 a week, in fivers.

He'll collect it tomorrow.

Why do you pay him, love?

Don't be so bloody stupid!

[ice cream van music]

[knocking]

Good morning, Mrs Perraut?

Oh sorry, I was on the phone.

Yes, I saw.

Gas board.

Oh, I thought someone?

How wise.

What is?

I know what you were thinking.

Police officer's wife, check
his credentials, right?

Who knows, could be the Boston Strangler.

What is it you want?

Well if you won't think me cheeky,

I'm looking for a leak.

Oh, well you'd better come in.

Can you smell gas?

No, I don't think so.

[Regan sniffing]

The prices we charge,
you can't be too careful.

You can say that again.

Where's Rita the meter?

Under the stairs.

We'll do her in a minute.

Now let's see, what have we got?

Oven.

Gas fire in the lounge.

Gas fire.

How do you heat your water?

Ascott in the bath.

Ascott.

You haven't had a faint
whiff of the North Sea

as you've been making
yourself look beautiful?

I hadn't noticed.

Mind if I have a look?

Help yourself. Umm...

How did you know my husband
is a police officer?

Ah, well there's a little mystery for you.

All will be revealed
over a nice cup of tea.

Two lumps on top of the milk.

You're cheeky.

Well, there's enough
miserable faces about.

Might never happen, that's what I say,

especially with the government we got.

[Regan laughing]

[dramatic tones]

[Mrs Perraut] Any luck?

Not yet!

George Carter.

Frank Haskins.

Carter.

Give me a line.

[phone ringing]

Yeah?

George Carter, no he's
not here at the moment.

He's on DE, out of town somewhere.

What about his governor?

Jack Regan, no he's not here either.

They're on a job together.

Jack Regan.

[phone ringing]

Blue Parrot.

[George] Gov, this is George.

George, I told you not to call me here.

Bastard.

We'll be sorry to lose you, Mr Philips.

These things happen.

HMG's a hard task master.

Any idea where you'll be settling?

It's too early to say at this stage.

There you are.

Thank you very much Trisha.

£6000, three in £10 and three in fivers.

You want to count it?

If it isn't right, I'll be back, again.

[Perraut laughing]

Marge?

[Marge] Yes!

Hello, what's up with you?

Rocked too much of the tiddly last night.

Oh commercials.

They're always the worst.

Where's my friend, the barman?

Down in the cellar.

Did he fall?

No!

Shame.

Be good.

[suspenseful music]

[phone ringing]

Haskins.

[Regan] Huke's collected the parcel.

Yes, all right Jack.

Well we've heard from George.

It looks as if they're going
to an out of town bank.

[Regan] I think I'm blown here.

Yeah all right, well you better come in.

Confirmation.

Huke's collected the money.

Standards, that's what it is.

The lowering of standards.

Have a DC on the strength.

Lived in a police house, wife, two kids.

Suddenly moves out and sets
up shop with another woman.

All I can get him for is failure

to notify a change of address.

I'm sorry, really sorry.

Cracking this or not
gives us no satisfaction.

It's not the corruption, so much.

It's just the fact we've
been sitting up there

in blissful bloody ignorance.

Yes sergeant.

I know him, I know him well.

His name's Philips.

He had an account here for years.

You say had.

Yes.

He closed it earlier today.

He worked for the government, said he did.

He was being moved.

How much was there?

Do I really have to answer that?

Well it'll have to come out.

There will be a prosecution.

£6000.

He also had properties in
Bournemouth and Swanage.

We assisted in their purchase.

[knocking]

[Haskins] Come in!

Close the door.

You wanted to see me, sir?

As you know, I've been engaged

in an inquiry as a result
of the Hudson fraud.

It appears, as a result
of those inquiries,

that you are involved in a conspiracy

with Detective Inspector Perraut

to pervert the course of justice.

What the hell is this?

Specifically, you collected £50

from the Blue Parrot Club
less than two hours ago.

Who says?

Your bank did, in an
account number 605 59059.

It's poppycock.

The account was in the
name of Herm, John Herm.

This is fiction, sir, it's pure fiction.

I wish to God it were.

The numbers of the notes were recorded,

and the notes were treated
with Fuchsine powder.

[knocking]

Come in.

I believe you've met
Detective Inspector Regan.

Your friend, the bar monkey.

[Reynolds] Anything you want to say, Huke?

Not without my brief.

You'll be suspended from duty immediately.

Where's your current downing?

On my desk.

Better get it then.

We also need your warrant card.

The sergeant outside will go with you.

Did Perraut try and tip him off?

Yes, he left a cryptic
message down at the desk.

Where is he?

Hasn't been seen since he left the bank.

[typing]

Look, do me a favor, mate,
let me call the wife.

All right.

Give me a line.

[phone ringing]

8971.

Jim.

No he's not here, love.

He's gone to get the travelers cheques.

He's been gone hours.

Spain.

Are you sure?

Rats in the sinking ship, eh?

I should have sussed you at Marges.

Forget it.

Perraut's gone, hours ago.

I don't believe you.

Flown the coup, hasn't he?

There's an explanation.

Sure.

Cleared his bank account.

Explanation for that too, is there?

Who says?

I do.

What name?

Philips.

They're the losers.

Who's they?

The force.

How come?

Him.

He knows this patch, he's
worked it all his life.

Worked it all wrong.

And not from behind some bloody desk.

He knows 'em all, every hook,
every yob, every tearaway.

And his price.

You pick up the dibs once, just once,

that's all and they've got ya, finished.

We kept 'em in line.

Like hell.

You just pulled the line
down a couple of notches.

What you did, what you are, turns my guts.

Every copper on every
beat has to pay for you,

has to live you down.

Try the marina.

He was dickering about buying a boat.

[dramatic music]

Is this where it was?

That's what he said.

Do you know what it looks like?

Roughly.

It's a slow boat to bloody China.

Which was would you go, George?

Up river or down?

Down.

Me too.

Got a lead.

They've seen him.

Who has?

The lock keeper, less than an hour ago.

An hour?

Less!

We'll get him at Jim's Quay.

[engine rumbling]
[Tyres Screeching]

But I don't understand.

I don't understand what all this means.

Did he ever talk to you about money?

Only to say how tight it was.

I mean look, this house, and his old

second hand 1300, that's all we've got.

I'm afraid that isn't true.

His father was a bobby.

He's a bobby down to his bones.

Mrs Perraut, as of this morning,

he had £6000 on deposit at the bank.

£6000?

And property in Bournemouth
and other places.

Property?

Houses, and a shop, a newsagents.

No!

No!

I don't believe it.

[heavy footsteps]

Perraut!

[dog barking]

[George groaning]

You all right George?

Yeah, yeah.

[Perraut groaning]

[clanking]

[groaning]

-[blows landing]
-[Perraut groaning]

Nice one, governor.

I've done me knuckle again, haven't I?

You and John Conti, init?

Bastard.

It's not your drinking hand, is it?

It's socials in my sights
only from now on, George.

You--

Leave it out.

Regan.

Nice to meet ya, at long last.

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