(MUSIC: MOTT THE HOOPLE'S ''SWEET JANE'')
(CHRIS) I'd hate to end up in prison.
(SAM) It's not very IikeIy, is it, Chris?
What if I was accused of murdering me wife,
Iike David Janssen in ''The Fugitive''?
You mean Harrison Ford.
No, I don't.
He got off in the Iast episode.
Five years, that took. I can't do five years, Ray. I'm not that strong.
Chris, you don't even have a wife.
And I'm not IikeIy to, if it means ending up in chokey.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Detective Inspector TyIer. CoIIecting Richard Hands.
Production order?
- (BUZZER, THEN DOOR CLANGS) - (MAN) AII right, aII right.
Oh, bIoody Nora.
Sticky Dickie Fingers.
- (THEY BLEAT) - What are you doing?
Dickie's famous for getting caught in AIicante.
FIagrante, Chris. In fIagrante.
Right. FIagrante. With a sheep.
It were dark. We aII make mistakes.
- (THEY BLEAT) - Yeah, aII right, that's enough.
What the heII's this about, anyway?
We have new information about two robberies
committed just before you were banged up.
My guv wants to taIk to you.
Come on.
- No need to be sheepish. - (RAY CHUCKLES)
(THEY BLEAT)
(MUSIC: MUNGO JERRY'S ''IN THE SUMMERTIME'')
- (RAY) Look, Dickie. There's a Iamb. - What do you think I am? A nonce?
- Baaa... - Baa...
- (VAN DRIVER HONKS HORN) - What's up with him?
- (HONKS HORN) - BIoody heII, they're armed.
What do we do? What do we do?
- PuII over now! - Evasive action. Evasive action.
- Just keep driving, Chris. - Stop the car!
- Just try and stay caIm, Chris. - PuII over or I'II shoot!
- PuII over! - Oh...what do I do? What do I do?!
Stay caIm.
- Remember the system of car controI. - What are you taIking about?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- (SHEEP BLEATS) - (RAY) Not that evasive, you div!
- Everybody aII right? - Yeah, no thanks to Chris's driving.
- Get out the car! - Come on, move!
- Move! - Get over there.
- Hands on top! - You've got the wrong man!
Oh, I'm not having this.
Move, sunshine, and the next one's yours.
(DICKIE SHOUTS) Leave me aIone, wiII you?
Didn't go too weII, that.
- (DICKIE) You've got the wrong man! - (VAN ENGINE REVS, DOORS SLAM)
(SHEEP BLEAT)
My name is Sam Tyler.
l had an accident and l woke up in 1973.
Am l mad, in a coma, or back in time?
Whatever's happened, it's like l've landed on a different planet.
Now, maybe if l can work out the reason, l can get home.
I've seen cesspits with more brains.
This was supposed to be a simpIe job.
It was a stitch-up. Somebody knew what we were doing.
Thank you, Dorothy, I think we've worked that out.
I just thought three of my finest might have put up a better fight.
If you'd taken Cartwright, she couId have fIashed her tits to stop 'em.
How's your first day, petaI?
AII the better for the topIess caIendars Ieft on my desk, sir (!)
- WeII? - They were aII tooIed up.
- What were we supposed to do? - Not Iose a prisoner of Her Majesty!
Now, now, Gene. Back off a IittIe. Lads have had a hard day.
At Ieast we've had one break today.
Superintendent WooIf's offered to heIp with our investigation.
Honoured to have you on board, sir. What makes this case so speciaI?
I know who's behind it.
ArnoId MaIone. He'd be my nemesis if he knew how to speII it.
ResponsibIe for most of the robberies in Manchester these past 20 years.
He has evaded my grasp and made a Iot of money in the process.
- ArnoId MaIone's time is up. - Not that this is a vendetta.
Oh, that's exactIy what it is. With good reason.
Try this for your bedtime reading. Might give you nightmares, mind.
VioIence against civiIians unIucky enough to get caught up in his bIags.
Why haven't you coIIared him?
- Sorry, I didn't...I didn't mean... - No, no, fair question.
I haven't been good enough, Iove.
I need your heIp, gents...Iady. This is my Iast case.
I see ArnoId MaIone brought to book, I can retire a happy man.
It won't be easy, mind. MaIone is a nasty, devious piece of work.
So you think MaIone's behind Dickie Fingers being sprung?
I'II stake Gene's season ticket on it.
This has got MaIone's fingerprints aII over it.
Dickie Fingers is the key to naiIing MaIone.
MaIone's not dumb enough to be hiding Dickie Fingers himseIf,
so I want the names of aII MaIone's associates.
One of them must know where Fingers is being hidden.
Find out the word on the street. Get out with the snouts.
- (MUSIC: ''AIN'T GOT NO'') - Who's hiding Dickie Fingers, Denis?
- Don't know. - Sure?
OK. Come on.
# Ain't got no pot, ain't got no faith...
Excuse me, Iove.
Yes, boys?
- Have you seen this feIIa? - No, sorry.
# Ain't got no shine Ain't got no underwear
- # Ain't got no soap... - Come on.
- # Ain't got no mind - # Lost it...
- AIi, you must have seen him. - No, I haven't seen him.
OK.
You didn't try hard enough.
A viIIain farts, our snouts shouId be abIe to name the arse responsibIe.
We spoke to everyone. Nobody knows what happened to Dickie Fingers.
Do I have to do everything myseIf?
Come on!
(WOMAN) ''Evening News''!
Right, DiIys. I want aII the news that's unfit to print.
EspeciaIIy about Dickie Fingers.
Ain't taIking in front of your pansy.
- I think she means you. - Yeah.
Here y'are. Go read ''Fred Basset''.
Oi. Deaf aid. Hop it.
(TRAIN CLATTERS BY)
(HOSPlTAL MONlTOR BLEEPS)
(MAN) Congratulations, Detective Chief lnspector Tyler.
(SAM) l can't believe it. Me, a DCl?
- l never doubted it. - Thank you, sir. For everything.
No need to thank me. You earned it.
Be a good role model, Sam.
(MAN # 2) I'm sorry for your Ioss.
Who are you?
What do you want?
The 2.20 at Aintree. Who won?
Oh.
Oi, BiII and Ben! Sod off, we're working here.
What's up with you? You're as white as a pint of goId top.
The bIoke who Iooked after me when I joined the force. He's dead.
Oh.
- CIose, were you? - You couId say he was my mentor.
I went to him for advice on everything.
Even when they promoted him upstairs.
I Iearned the job from him, reaIIy.
I think I knew him.
Was DI Frankenstein, wasn't it? CertainIy Iumbered me with a monster.
Don't you have any respect?
No. But I do have a name behind Dickie Fingers' kidnapping.
Word on the street is we shouId be Iooking for a Mr Harcourt.
Age? Address?
Dunno. That's why you'II go through these records
untiI you find any mention of the name from the past 30 years.
What if your snout's got it wrong?
This couId be a massive waste of resources.
DiIys is never wrong.
Anyway, we've got an extra pair of hands seconded from C Division.
- DC GIen FIetcher. - (DOOR OPENS)
DI Sam TyIer. WeIcome.
Don't worry. It doesn't rub off. (CHUCKLES)
DC Chris SkeIton.
WDC Cartright. Annie. I'm sort of new around here too.
First women, now a coIoured. What's going to be next? Dwarves?
You here to do the spadework, then? It can get a bit coId round here.
It's not Iike being back home.
What? Burnage? (LAUGHS)
You'II have to excuse DS CarIing. He's our resident NeanderthaI.
No, good point, though. When that heatwave hit Iast month,
I thought Enoch PoweII had had me deported.
Don't worry. If there's a power cut,
I'II roII me eyes and you can foIIow me out to the exit.
(MEN LAUGH)
What a nice Iad.
- (SCATTERED LAUGHTER) - AII right, that's enough!
(CHUCKLES)
You don't have to pIay UncIe Tom to fit in around here, OK?
- You're better than that. - HoId up.
DI TyIer?
You were at Hyde.
Yeah.
You know, I was at Hyde for a bit. Weren't there a bit of bother?
I'm sure I remember your name.
Here we go. Come on. TeII us what a bastard he reaIIy is.
I... You must be, um...mixing me up with somebody eIse.
No. I don't think I am.
Robbery in progress. Wages van in Sparks Lane.
TyIer!
(MUSIC: URIAH HEEP'S ''LOVE MACHINE'')
(TYRES SQUEAL)
(MUFFLED) HeIp! HeIp!
HeIp!
(GRUNTS)
(GASPS) There were three of them. Shooters!
They had stockings over their heads. BIoody perverts.
Nine year I've been driving this van. I've never seen the Iike.
Must have known the route, the day, the time.
Everything down to what miIaddo had for breakfast.
ProbabIy been shadowing him for weeks.
Have you got a co-driver? Or a security heImet?
What wouId I want that for? That safe's supposed to be unopenabIe.
Advert said it'd take a ton of expIosives
or AIbert Einstein to get in there.
And aII it took was a scrawny thief.
Dickie Fingers was obviousIy sprung to be a part of this robbery.
The IikeIihood is that Fingers and MaIone were in cahoots from the off.
Dickie Fingers was more scared than aII of us put together.
He had no idea what was going on.
I don't know if you've noticed, Marjorie,
but the criminaI fraternity sometimes induIge
in practices caIIed pretending and Iying.
PIease excuse DI TyIer. He has this terribIe condition caIIed naivety.
No, no. Maybe he's right. You were on the scene. You know what you saw.
WeII, our first priority is to make sure the thieves don't strike again.
It'II be tricky, 'cause these sorts of gangs
rareIy have just one target on the go.
They've usuaIIy researched haIf a dozen possibiIities,
waiting for the most opportune circumstances on any of them.
- He knows his onions, this Iad, eh? - Oh, he's a right IittIe smart-arse.
So, what do you suggest, Buddha?
We profiIe the previous robberies, see if any patterns emerge.
CompiIe a Iist of pIaces
with Iarge amounts of cash or vaIuabIes on the premises.
We correIate the vaIue of the goods with the IeveI of security
and you end up with a Ieague tabIe of the most vuInerabIe organisations.
Don't you agree?
GIen.
League tabIes?
Yeah.
I haven't got a bIoody cIue what you're on about, sir.
WeII, it's a Iist with the IikeIiest targets at the top.
Why couIdn't you say that in the first pIace?
Because he wouIdn't have sounded Iike a twonk.
Sorry, Ray. I forget you have troubIe with words of more than no syIIabIes.
DC SkeIton. You and DC FIetcher get onto these...
Ieague tabIes of possibIe targets.
See who's most IikeIy to win the titIe.
Sam. You and I are going to send a IittIe signaI to ArnoId MaIone.
- What sort of signaI? - I thought I'd arrest him.
We've no concrete evidence to impIicate MaIone in these robberies.
I understand you want to heIp out an oId mate.
I've seen good men die on this job.
KeeI over trying to settIe oId scores.
In ten years, I don't want to see Harry WooIf
wandering around Iike Nipper after Ronnie Biggs. He's too good for that.
If WooIf hasn't managed to catch MaIone after aII this time,
what makes you think you can?
What you wouId undoubtedIy caII my differing methodoIogicaI approach.
Wave this about a bit when we get inside
and try and Iook hard for once.
Have you ever heard of softIy, softIy?
Yes. But I prefer ''Z Cars''.
Don't move. You're surrounded by armed bastards.
I said, don't move!
Are you deaf?
- This is not how things are done. - Times change.
(SAM) We know you were responsibIe for the Sparks Lane raid, MaIone.
Not to mention springing Dickie Fingers from our transport car.
Copper's wet dream. You're barking up the wrong tree.
Your trademarks are aII over that robbery.
I hope you're not insinuating I'm crooked.
What are you doing with the notes, MaIone?
Vending them through the bookies?
Buying industriaI equipment for cash?
Mr WooIf.
Oh, you're Iooking so tired. You not been sIeeping weII?
When did you Iast have a hoIiday?
Me and the famiIy had a month in Barbados over Christmas.
Course, er... it's not easy on your saIary, is it?
I couId aIways stand you a few grand if you're a bit strapped for cash.
- I'm aII right. - Take five minutes.
- I don't need... - Don't give him the satisfaction.
Thanks.
Poor bIoke. He's not what he was.
I'II count to one, then I'II puII your teeth out with pIiers.
- Where's Dickie Fingers? - I haven't got the moaning oId git.
Why shouId we beIieve you?
Because I can teII you the next pIace that's being done over.
ArnoId MaIone gets aII cooperative. Why does that make my skin crawI?
Raxton Street. Main post office.
They're going for cash, stamps and postaI orders.
- Nice hauI if you get away with it. - Don't beIieve you.
It was obvious to a bIind deaf mute what Sparks Lane were aII about.
Low-IeveI bIag to see whether Dickie was stiII match-fit.
No. Raxton Street's the big one.
Why are you teIIing us this?
AIways a pIeasure to assist the poIice.
- When's it going off? - Um...
Just under an hour.
Chris, round up everyone you can get.
Ray, wake up and get a van. Cartwright, stick Iipstick on.
There's a bIag on at Raxton Street post office in an hour.
I want the Iot of you in there under cover.
We're gonna catch these bastards with their fingers in the tiII.
Come on, what are you waiting for?
If MaIone's behind these robberies, then why is he tipping us off?
He said there's a turf war.
That means MaIone isn't behind Dickie Fingers' disappearance.
- It couId be a set-up. - You aIways do this to me.
I run in certain and waIk out confused.
We're risking officers without being in fuII possession of the facts!
My officers are trained for exactIy this type of situation.
- Did you say bank or post office? - Oh, Chris, Chris. Post office!
Right, we have 57 minutes to respond to a 24-carat tip-off
which I'm 100°% confident about.
And which I say is too much of a risk.
You know, if I was as worried as you,
I'd never fart for fear of shitting myseIf.
Now, we have one chance to recapture Dickie Fingers.
The Dickie Fingers that you Iet go of in the first pIace.
You be at Raxton Street in ten minutes for my briefing
or you never set foot in this buiIding again.
Comprehendez, muchacho?
- Yes, guv. - Good!
What's happened to Harry?
Sir.
- Harry. - It's not what you think.
- I saw your hands shaking before. - You have no idea.
I do.
I've seen it a dozen times.
Look, haIf of CID wiII be aIcohoIics
by the time Maggie Thatcher becomes Prime Minister.
If Margaret Thatcher ever becomes Prime Minister,
I'II have been doing something a Iot stronger than whisky.
I'm taking these tabIets.
They're strong enough to knock out a horse. This heIps wash 'em down.
Whatever. ReaIIy?
For the cancer.
Nine months. Year at the outside.
- Does Gene...? - No. And you're not to teII him.
- Sir. - I don't want his pity.
So I'II appreciate your discretion, Detective Inspector.
Or rather, siIence.
Now, what's happening with MaIone?
He's given us a tip-off.
The post office in Raxton Street is about to be hit.
- The guv's put some Iads in there. - What, now? (GASPS IN PAIN)
Here you go, Iove. Now don't spend it aII at once.
Oh, I know, Iove. I miss shiIIings too.
There we go. Remember, happy birthdays begin with the postman.
Thank you.
There's stiII ordinary customers out there.
Because those amateurs are taking so Iong to process the queue.
Sir.
Whatever it is, I haven't got time for it.
BIag's due at four on the dot.
I haven't received any firearms training.
That's not right.
You see, this is why birds and CID don't mix.
You give a bIoke a gun, it's a dream come true.
You give a girI one, she moans it doesn't go with her dress.
Now start behaving Iike a detective and show some baIIs.
Thanks for being so sympathetic, sir.
Let's hope you don't end up in my firing Iine.
- She just threaten to shoot me? - Bright future ahead of her, that Iass.
OK. That's the Iast customer out.
The onIy peopIe Ieft in there now are ours.
Oi! Remember. Let it go on tiII we've got the evidence we need.
I want 'em red-handed, hoIding enough rope to hang themseIves with.
(RAPID TICKING)
(GENE) Come on, boys. Show your faces.
(SLOW TICKING)
Every bastard down now! This is a robbery!
Get down now on your knees!
- Get down. - Do it.
- You move and I'II shoot you! - You! Open that door now.
- Do what he said, you! - Do it!
Move it! Come on, move!
- You twitch and I'II shoot you! - Get that door open now!
Get the door open. Come on. Move it!
- You, stay there! - Come on, move it!
Keep down, you! Keep down.
Right, get back. Stay down and stay quiet.
Get back, get back!
Any cIoser and I'II smack you in the mouth!
Not that baIIsy, you tart.
Prefer it if your mate got it (?) You, show me where the safe is now.
I said show me now! Come, on move!
- Move, move, come on! - Show him!
- Move, move! - Quiet.
- Come on. - You Iot, down!
- Get it open. - Down!
Come on, hurry up, hurry up!
Get over there, bitch.
We shouId move in now. There's an officer in jeopardy.
I want that safe door open before we rush in.
Women's undies on your head, pointing a gun at a woman (!)
How smaII must your John Thomas be?
- Now SHE'S riIing him. Women. - Want to find out what it can do?
- What are you doing? - It's making me skin itchy!
- This one's seen who you are now. - So deaI with her. I'm working!
We need Dickie red-handed. Then he'II grass MaIone up Iike a squeaIing pig.
Your probIems are much bigger than me, sunshine.
Any second now.
- (ALARM BELL RINGS) - Oh, yes!
- Come on! - Good man.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
- Don't move, scumbags. - We've been set up!
- AII right, aII right. - (APPROACHING SIRENS)
This is aII your fauIt.
None of this wouId have happened if you'd Ieft me in prison.
We know ArnoId MaIone is behind this,
so aII I need from you are the detaiIs.
I'm not taIking with him in the room. I mean it.
Fine by me. Give me a shout if he needs a sIap.
Promise you'II protect me and I'II give you a name.
You're very eager to cough aII of a sudden.
He's here, in this buiIding. I need your protection.
MaIone can't get you in here.
Swear you'II Iook after me. On your mother's Iife.
OK. I promise. Just give me the name.
- Who'd never Ieave any cIues behind? - Don't start pIaying games with me.
He knows what you Iook for. He's been steering you aII aIong.
If you don't give me the name, I'II just bang you up in a ceII.
- He arranged the attack on your car. - Give me the name.
He was behind the production order!
How couId MaIone get a production order?
It's got nothing to do with MaIone. It's Harry WooIf!
It's Harry WooIf.
No. No way.
Hey, you said you'd protect me. You can't go back on that!
You can't just start accusing a serving poIice officer.
Where's your proof? Your evidence?
A copper Iike WooIf wouIdn't Ieave cIues.
- Why are you teIIing me aII this? - Because I know too much!
If he gets to me in here, I'm a dead man.
I mean, Iook at the cases. They aII make sense if WooIf's behind them.
You have ten seconds to give me the reaI name behind these robberies.
It's the truth!
Why wouId I make this up?
You have to beIieve me. You don't protect me, I'm a corpse.
I know you don't want to hear it,
but he's been taking the proceeds of these robberies.
Harry WooIf's as bent as they come.
(EXHALES)
Good day's work.
Dickie Fingers shouId have enough information about MaIone
to make something stick, even if it's tax evasion.
- Ah, the oId AI Capone trick. - (CHUCKLES)
See Dickie's shipped straight back to prison, wiII you?
ActuaIIy, sir, I stiII haven't quite finished my own enquiries.
- I'm not with you. - I need a IittIe bit more time.
There's another unreIated case Dickie might have information about.
- Gene didn't mention this. - It's onIy just come up.
- If I couId have another 24 hours... - That Iong?
I'd be very happy to take him back as soon as I have everything I need.
- Fine. - Thank you, sir.
Join us at the RaiIway Arms when you're done.
A viIIain's word against a super's, and you're confused?
If you'd have seen the Iook on Dickie Fingers' face. He was terrified.
He's aIready made you Iook an idiot once this week.
And he couId be part of ArnoId MaIone's vendetta
against Harry WooIf.
But what if he's teIIing the truth? I have a responsibiIity.
Superintendent WooIf is one of the most respected members of the force.
Other than this gossip, what evidence have you got to suspect him?
I've read the books, Annie. I've seen the documentaries.
''When Good Cops Go Bad''. This is the time when it aII happened.
Why wouId he put himseIf in that situation?
Just think of what he's got to Iose.
His reputation, his pension, his friends, his coIIeagues.
I know. You're right. I know. Of course you are.
You've got to teII DCI Hunt.
(GENE) Got to teII me what?
WeII, it's aII becoming cIear now.
GIances across the canteen.
Late-night conversations in the office.
Before you know it, Cartwright,
you'II be stuck at home with nine kids
whiIe he's touching up the youngest bIonde in the typing pooI.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
How does your missus put up with you?
Must be my Iegendary prowess as a Iover.
I'd better go.
So?
OK. Promise me you won't overreact.
When have I ever overreacted?
There's been an aIIegation from a prisoner about one of our officers.
PhyIIis is demanding sIap and tickIe for a night in the ceIIs.
Do you want to hear this or not?
Not reaIIy, but by the Iook on your face, you're going to teII me anyway.
- Dickie Fingers... - Ooh, it's a good start.
Dickie Fingers is aIIeging that Har...
that Superintendent WooIf sprang him from prison
in order to assist in a set of robberies
that he, Harry WooIf, is masterminding.
(CHUCKLES)
(GENE LAUGHS UPROARIOUSLY)
(AGONISED GROAN)
I couId teII you about the number and variety of commendations
Harry WooIf has been awarded in his Iong and iIIustrious career.
- (SCREAMS) - And I couId reeI off a Iist
of aII the IowIifes he's had removed from the streets.
And I couId, if I reaIIy wanted to, teII you about the number of officers
that view Harry WooIf as the pinnacIe of what it means to be a copper.
MyseIf incIuded.
But why wouId I bother with that
when this is a much more effective means of communicating my distaste?
No!
- Right. Pub? - Why wouId he Iie?
Same reasons birds tweet. It's the onIy thing they know how to do.
Something's not right.
Yeah, you're right. Things have got out of hand.
ArnoId MaIone's puIIing aII the strings
and Dickie Fingers is singing Iike a canary
in the hope that some mud wiII stick.
If that's true, why did MaIone tip us off about the post office robbery?
And why surrender Dickie Fingers to us?
If we knew that, MaIone wouId be behind bars.
Harry WooIf's been trying to do that for haIf your Iifetime.
- You're not going to teII Harry? - Course I bIoody am.
There's been an accusation. There are procedures.
Sam. You've had your todger tugged.
Don't make yourseIf Iook any more stupid than you aIready do.
You can't go and teII a potentiaI suspect everything we know.
You caII him that again and I'II break your chin in nine pIaces.
Guv, I'm asking you niceIy.
Let's do this properIy. Just for once.
Dickie Fingers said what?
The cheeky bugger.
LuckiIy, DI TyIer here brought it to my attention.
Oh, what wouId Big MaIcoIm AIIison do in a situation Iike this, eh, Gene?
Smack MaIone with a bottIe of champagne
and stub his Cuban out on his hand.
I shouId take it as a compIiment. Must be getting to MaIone.
He's scared enough to get his Iackey to try to discredit me.
It's an occupationaI hazard. Shows you've got 'em on the ropes.
Your round, Sam.
Sorry. Did I startIe you?
I thought you Iived on the other side of town, sir.
Needed some air. CIear the head.
I don't take the accusation of corruption IightIy.
I vaIue my reputation.
I've worked a Iong time for it.
I know that.
But there's been an aIIegation and I have a duty to investigate it.
You're a good copper, TyIer.
MaIone must reaIIy be worried to try and set me up Iike this.
Do you trust that I'm innocent?
- Of course, sir. - Then you're a fooI.
There's no ''of course'' about it.
You have a duty to report this to DiscipIine and CompIaints.
I don't think DCI Hunt wouId agree with you.
I've aIways maintained we need to be seen to be cIean.
So you want me to report this?
You've received a serious aIIegation. You don't know me from Adam.
Look at aII the evidence, give it your fuII consideration
and if you think it's best investigated independentIy,
then report it to the Hush Puppies.
With my bIessing.
Before you start, it wasn't my shift.
- What are you on about? - Have you not heard?
There was a barney overnight. Fight in Dickie Fingers' ceII.
Spread out into here.
- He got out, did a runner. - What?
- Who was on the desk? - That's what I'm trying to find out.
If you can find the roster, you're a better man than me.
PhyIIis. The Iast conversation I had with Dickie Fingers,
he was frightened for his Iife.
And now he's disappeared.
You can stop that now. This is cock-up, not conspiracy.
SeriousIy, boss, take someone eIse. Nice white face. (CHUCKLES)
I'm onIy on secondment. I don't reaIIy want to get invoIved.
Oh, cut the performance, GIen.
When are you going to get invoIved?
I mean, how Iong do you think you've got?
Because, beIieve me, everything can change, Iike that.
(SIGHS) Look...I know this is going to sound weird...
..but I know who you are underneath.
Oh, you know me, do you?
You know how it feeIs when the monkey sounds start?
When the bananas are piIed up outside your Iocker?
If I get through a month without murdering a coIIeague,
they ought to erect a statue of me.
You knew what you were getting into when you signed up.
I didn't sign up to be a bIoody standard-bearer.
Why shouId I have to fight aII the battIes?
Because if you don't, who wiII?
Somebody has to be the first. Somebody has to take responsibiIity.
The onIy person I'm responsibIe for is myseIf.
One day, there's going to be a young recruit
who wiII Iook to you to show him the way.
He'II take his principIes, his vaIues,
his beIiefs directIy from you.
When that day comes,
if you're not good enough,
if aII you can teII him is to keep your head down
and don't cause any troubIe,
then there's no hope for any of us, is there?
How do you want to be remembered, GIen?
You know, when you die?
What do you want peopIe to say about the sort of copper you were?
About the sort of man you were?
(SIGHS)
(MUSIC: THE HOLLIES' ''LONG COOL WOMAN IN A BLACK DRESS'')
(RADIO) # Saturday night l was downtown
# Working for the FBl
# Sitting in a nest of bad men
# Whisky bottles piling high... #
So, he Iikes a fry-up and a fIutter on the gee-gees.
WeII, best bang him up, eh? (CHUCKLES)
- We keep watching. - UntiI he just gives himseIf up?
Look, I don't know what eIse to do. I haven't got aII the answers.
I can't even taIk to anyone, except you.
You see, that's what I don't understand.
Why me?
Because I've got a good feeIing about you.
Oh, God, you're not a poof, are you?
Shit.
I don't mind you reporting me,
but staking out a senior officer borders on the underhand.
Dickie Fingers disappeared from his ceII Iast night.
So I hear. Has it affected your decision
to report me to DiscipIine and CompIaints?
I don't know what to think any more, sir.
Trust your instincts. They're the onIy thing you can reIy on.
Oh, I shouId apoIogise.
I made a phone caII whiIe I was in the bookie's.
Ah. Bang on cue.
- (TYRES SQUEAL) - TyIer!
Oh, good. Thank you, sir.
(MUSIC: ''LONG COOL WOMAN IN A BLACK DRESS'' CONTINUES)
(KNOCKING)
The ruIes go Iike this: you're my officer, you do as I say!
I was foIIowing my instincts.
WeII, I shouId charge your instincts with wasting poIice time!
(SAM KNOCKS RAPIDLY)
(KNOCKING)
(GRUNTS)
Be a grown-up and admit you were wrong.
(EXHALES) Dickie didn't want to escape. He was too scared.
So he bIoody shouId be, throwing round that sort of accusation.
Come on. Someone didn't want Dickie taIking to us.
Someone sprung him
and that someone is desperate to keep him quiet.
Oi. LaureI and Hardy.
We're busy.
You're wanted at the mortuary.
This is a professionaI kiIIing. An execution.
MaIone's gunning for Harry and he doesn't care who he sacrifices.
Harry was the one who wanted to question Dickie in the first pIace.
He got you to appIy for the Home Office production order.
It's the perfect way to spring somebody from prison.
Oi, Sindy, did I say you couId come in?
I thought you'd want to know.
I found out who was on ceII duty when Dickie Fingers escaped.
Oh, aye? Who?
Do you want to teII them, or shaII I?
I can expIain. I was just foIIowing orders.
After aII we've been through together. You've betrayed me.
- What are you taIking about? - That's enough, Sam. Enough!
(FLETCHER) He's off his nut.
Did you Iet Dickie Fingers waIk?
I did what I was toId.
(GASPS)
Ask Superintendent WooIf.
I wanted to see what Dickie wouId do if he got his freedom.
If he went to MaIone, it'd show it was pIaying the way I thought.
Setting me up to take the faII.
I made a bad caII. My worst.
Why didn't you Iet me in on this?
AII this has been getting to me. Didn't know who to trust.
I'm starting to know how you feeI.
- So, you chased him... - And I Iost him. Ashamed to say.
I'm not as quick or as strong as I used to be.
He got away from me. I had no chance then. I just had to sit and wait.
And when the news came in that he'd been kiIIed...
You see the sort of peopIe we're deaIing with here.
I'm worried. Things are backfiring for me.
Seen from a certain angIe, I...
WeII, I don't have to teII you.
MaIone's a devious snake, Gene. He's decided to go in for the kiII.
I'm sitting here vuInerabIe.
I need your heIp.
So...
what are we going to do?
MaIone?
WeII, weII.
What a pIeasant surprise.
I know about the robberies.
I know you had Dickie Fingers executed.
Yeah, weII, this game stops today. (STOMPS ON CIGAR)
I've toIerated that bastard stepping on my turf for a whiIe.
Now he's overstepped the mark. Dickie Fingers did not deserve to die.
We know you had him kiIIed.
Don't be an arsehoIe, Iad. Why wouId I kiII Dickie? He was the best.
I've been foIIowing Harry WooIf for two years.
I suspected he'd try and pin it on me sooner or Iater.
But kiIIing one of my men?
Harry WooIf has not crossed the pavement.
The man's fiIth.
And this ends here.
Because I say so. AII right?
Oh, I've got the evidence. Times, dates, photos.
I've got him briefing bIaggers, paying in deposits.
Whatever you need, I can provide.
You're Iying.
I shouId have intervened sooner,
but I wanted to see how it was going to go.
Now Dickie Fingers has paid the price and I bIame myseIf.
Oh, and you two, obviousIy.
BIundering into things you didn't understand.
You must have panicked him.
So you're cIaiming that Superintendent WooIf
arranged the execution of Dickie Fingers?
You shaII have my fuII cooperation
and that of my associates and informants.
And with aII that,
you shouId be abIe to construct a watertight case against him.
You dirty scumbag!
I Iost one of my men today. For no good reason.
''Not Harry,'' I thought.
''Harry understands the ruIes. The code of battIe.''
But he's crossed the Iine. And I'm taking him down.
None of this is true.
He's humiIiated you, DCI Hunt.
And you, his protégé.
Guv?
WeII, go on, Iad. Run after him, then.
I've never Iived up to him the whoIe of me working Iife.
MaIone couId be Iying.
He's not, though, is he?
Those robberies spanned four divisions.
MuItipIe investigations.
Time that couId have been spent going after rapists, murderers.
Why wouId he do this?
I couId start an internaI investigation...
Like heII you wiII.
We sort this out ourseIves.
That's what I was taught.
(EXHALES)
So, um... what am I supposed to teII him?
I don't care. Just get him out the area for an hour.
PreferabIy two.
Yeah, but what if he cottons on?
What sort of copper are you, GIen?
(CAR DRIVES OFF)
How do you know we'II find anything here? What about his home?
I know Harry.
And he knows the safest pIace to hide criminaI evidence
is in a poIice station.
Let's try and be a IittIe circumspect.
He aIways said MaIcoIm AIIison couId get away with anything.
Lancashire BuiIding Society. Deposit account.
In the name of Mr Harcourt WooIf.
Harcourt WooIf.
My snout knew aII aIong. We're a Iaughing stock.
Give me the Iist of those robbery dates.
Deposits made a few days after each robbery.
League champions, '67-'68.
How much wouId it cost to have someone kiIIed
if you knew the right peopIe?
It's aII circumstantiaI.
He's hardIy going to crack under interrogation.
AII we've got is MaIone's word, which is not going to stand up in court.
(PHYLLlS) Alpha One, are you receiving?
Go ahead, PhyIIis.
l've just had word. DC Fletcher got dumped out of a car out by Audenshaw.
- Is he OK? - Cuts and bruises.
He wanted to let you know the guy he was with got away.
- Does that make sense to you? - Roger that.
Harry WooIf knows we're on to him.
WeII, he's not going to go anywhere without this.
(LIFT BELL DINGS)
You in a rush, Harry?
The coIoured Iad. He's working with MaIone.
He's trying to...
I've got your book.
Hoping to, er...empty your account?
Don't teII me.
Rio? Costa deI SoI?
Et tu, Gene?
You beIieve aII these things you hear about me?
TaIk me out of it.
TeII me it's aII untrue.
(SIGHS) I can't.
I made you too good.
- How has this happened? - I was stupid to invoIve you.
But I thought it was a good way of covering my tracks.
You underestimated me.
You underestimated us.
It's over, Harry.
- You read much Freud, DI TyIer? - I'm more of a Dan Brown man.
Every son kiIIs his father. That's what my dad used to quote me.
It's a wonder I'm so weII-adjusted.
How has this happened?
Have you seen ArnoId MaIone's house?
Three times the size of mine. Two more in Spain.
I saw these viIIains getting rich.
Looked in my wage packet, thought, ''Something's skew-whiff here.''
So, I thought, ''Set up the robberies, frame MaIone,
''he gets banged up, I get a bit of cash.''
It's not Iike he doesn't deserve it.
Come on!
It's not exactIy murder or kiddie-fiddIing, is it?
You had Dickie Fingers kiIIed.
Yeah.
That's when things started to get a bit tricky.
So...
how do we get out of this?
We arrest you.
- Have you toId him? - Have you toId me what?
Ah, you were trying to protect him.
He reaIIy does know his onions, this Iad.
Have you toId me what?
I'm dying, Gene.
A year, maximum.
Let me have the cash, ticket to Majorca and I'II disappear for ever.
No one eIse needs to get hurt.
Let me see this out in peace.
How many viIIains have I put away?
Doesn't that earn me something?
No.
Give me the book, Gene.
(COCKS GUN)
Great minds think aIike.
OK, don't be stupid. It doesn't have to end Iike this.
Are you reaIIy capabIe of taking me down?
After I made you?
If he isn't capabIe...
..I am.
I trusted you. Sir.
BeIieved I was heIping you investigate MaIone.
You're supposed to be the exampIe.
So...
which one of us is going to have the baIIs to shoot first?
Drop the gun!
Drop the gun, sir!
Don't remember me Iike this.
I'II caII you an ambuIance.
Guv.
(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)
Another transfer. Another station, eh?
That's what peopIe do, in't it?
When there's been a bit of bother and they want to avoid the faIIout.
Thanks, Sam.
Thanks for not Ietting on about me to DiscipIine and CompIaints.
I owe you one.
You'II pay me back. In time.
I wish I had haIf your beIief in me.
You wiII have.
Just...you know, make it count.
Be the good roIe modeI. Make peopIe remember you.
Earn your headIine.
Don't take this the wrong way, DI TyIer,
but you're a mentaI case.
- (WOMAN) Operator. - Put me through to a Hyde number.
It's Hyde 2612.
- Connecting. - (CLlCKlNG)
(MAN) Hello?
- Who is this? - Sam?
Sam, is that you?
You've been making caIIs to my phone.
Don't call here again, Sam.
What?
You know the rules.
- What ruIes? - l call you.
- Who are you? - (CLlCK)
So what's these staff appraisaIs, then?
More of your Age of Aquarius boIIocks?
I couId do an appraisaI on you, if you Iike.
Hey, if there's any appraising to be done, I'II be the one to do it.
You don't even understand the concept of it.
How about, ''doesn't obey me orders, goes off on his own whim''?
No, that's not how it works.
I know. I just feIt Iike saying it.
So what about the money?
It'II be confiscated. Harry'II Iose his pension.
(MUSIC: ELTON JOHN'S ''GOODBYE YELLOW BRICK ROAD'')
So he's going to die penniIess and aIone.
No. I won't Iet that happen.
- Do you want my appraisaI of you? - No.
It's your round, then.
(SNORTS)
Thank you.
# Ah
# So goodbye, yellow brick road
# Where the dogs of society howl
# You can't plant me in your penthouse
# l'm going back to my plough
# Back to the howlin' old owl in the woods
# Hunting the horny-back toad
# Oh, l finally decided my future lies
# Beyond the yellow brick road
# Ah... #
Enough of the bIarney! We're puIIing you aII in for questioning!
This hasn't got owt to do with that IRA bomb?
You the monkey or the organ grinder?
Who's making the caIIs? PIanting the bombs? I want names. Now!
PhyIIis, it might be an idea
if they go through aII the O's in the phone book.
Hey, whiIe we're at it,
why don't we puII in that weII-known terrorist suspect Dana?
How about VaI Doonican?
Bit sick, in't he? PIanting a bomb near a schooI.
He needed to know we'd take his threat seriousIy.
(SAM) You're condemning a man before he's even been tried!
- Because I know he's guiIty! - And what if he's innocent?