(gentle jingle)
(dramatic theme music)
[Llewellyn] I can see it now,
it's coming up the hill.
It's a big Merc, lime green.
V, Victor, L, Lema, W, Whiskey seven, one, three, S, Sierra.
[Carter] Received.
How many up?
[Llewellyn] Four, maybe five.
[Carter] Received.
Hello, Willard.
[Willard] Yes, he's turned left, but I can't get
across the road. - What Mr. Kemp wants to know
is have you got his dog meat?
You taken it to the pub or the pound?
[Carter] You were saying?
[Willard] He's swung left, but I'm blanked
at this end in the traffic.
The lights are on the blink.
[Male Speaker] He says have you got his laundry?
[Second Male Speaker] Jesus Christ.
[Carter] Hello, Llew.
Nip 'round the other side and see if you can intercept.
[Llewellyn] Well, I'm 'round about now,
I can't see nothing.
[Carter] Say again.
[Llewellyn] He's nowhere around here.
[Carter] What'd you reckon?
[Llewellyn] He's gone to ground, George.
[Willard] Yeah, I think he's holed up somewhere.
(dramatic music)
(engine revving)
[Carter] Yeah, all right, look we better meet
at the Putney Bridge, end of the Lower Richmond Road.
There's a cafe on the river, I'll be there.
(traffic rumbling)
Look try and find the Governor for us, will you?
[Big John] M. P. From Oscar Charlie two, five message.
[Dispatcher] Oscar Charlie, two, five, go ahead.
M. P. From Oscar Charlie, two, five,
can we have car to car with Oscar Charlie, one, one?
CID, Detective Chief Inspector, please.
(fog horn honking)
Oh, good morning, sir.
This is Detective Sergeant Carter, Flying Squad.
I've got some men on your patch.
We're anxious to trace a lime green Mercedes.
(suspenseful music)
Bacon roll, George?
Yeah, I will, yeah, cheers.
Two for me, Willie.
[Willard] Two.
[Llewellyn] Nice and crisp, Will.
Oh nice and crispy.
[Llewellyn] Yes, please, yes.
How can you lose a Mercedes
in broad daylight? come on, Roy, give us a hand.
10 a penny 'round here.
The au pairs use them to take the kids to school.
[Carter] Hey, bung some mustard on it.
Two tea bags, Will.
A lot of muscle in that car, George.
There must have been about 40 pounds a square inch
in them tyres.
Yeah.
He's at the Old Bailey, he can't be reached.
Is that his driver?
Hey Jim, look, what's the problem?
(background machinery operating)
Mr. Fisher.
Hold it right there, squire.
You're privileged to be looking down the barrels
of a gold-plated sawn off Purdy shotgun.
Now as a bank manager, you'll appreciate
that any man capable of cutting a gun like that in half
What do you want?
Your keys.
(sirens blaring)
Well Jack, what do you think?
Look, I need you Jack. You were always a demon at the box.
Has your brief got any idea what he wants me to say?
Well it's just that
in the three years you've served under me,
you never saw me take a bribe.
A sort of character reference.
That's right, lad.
Anyway you fix something with McKyle.
He's clever for a lawyer.
Inspector Regan, how good of you to come.
I had no choice, you subpoenaed me.
I've made a few notes,
which I thought might help you in the witness box.
The Superintendent was an outstanding leader of men
and a strict enforcer of regulations.
To my knowledge he never associated with villains.
In the three years I served under him,
I was never aware of any association
which could have been construed as corrupt
or any inquiry which was not pursued
for any other than professional reasons.
I'm sorry, I can't say that.
Inspector, my client is a distinguished police officer
with whom you've had a close working relationship
for the past three years.
Mr. McKyle, your client is charged with corruption.
Any officer testifying in his defence
is asking to be tarred with the same brush.
Everybody knows that my client is completely innocent.
Your client is so bent that it's been impossible
to hang his picture straight on the office wall
for the past 12 months.
Guv, can you take a message from George
in the Magpie and Stump? - Isn't there
such a thing as loyalty?
Loyalty's like a girdle.
It should stretch two ways.
Excuse me.
Hello, George.
It could all turn nasty.
We've lost them.
[Regan] But you did spot 'em.
Well yeah.
Cheers.
Look, are you sure you're information's correct?
I mean we haven't been wrong-footed, have we?
If they're on the other side of the Upper Richmond Road,
well traffic's diabolical, Guv.
Well we just hang on.
I'll try and get away as soon as possible.
- Morning, Jack. - Morning, Ted.
(machine whirring)
(men chattering)
Well, well if it isn't Jack the Lad.
Hello Harry, what're you doing here?
Fraud, I'm in number three court, have a look in.
I'll be there all the week.
Mr. Regan.
My client's compliments.
We've decided to do without your evidence.
We shan't be calling you.
A wise decision.
He'll go down for seven, you know that.
A lot of that time will be spent
in solitary on Rule 43.
[Regan] You wanted to see me, sir?
[Jupp] Yes Regan, come in.
You read the Evening Standard?
Only the racing, Guv.
Trying to be polite, Jack.
Did you read the piece about me
and the gambling clubs?
Yeah.
So how's the Commissioner.
I've been told to put my papers in.
Those bastards have done for me, Jack.
I'm surrounded by them.
Will there be charges?
Corruption, the big C, that's the charge.
But I can count on you Jack.
You'll stand by me, won't you lad?
Huh?
(traffic and machinery operating in background)
[Dispatcher] Hello, all cars.
Channel four, bank raid now, Roehampton High Street.
Hello, all cars, channel four, bank raid now.
Roehampton High Street.
End, origin information. - See if we can get there
before it's all over.
Do you want me to put the two tones on, do you?
(siren blaring)
Absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Do you know that, Jack?
It's written on the wall, sir, of the lavatory.
But have you actually thought about it?
I want you to nail this team.
That's my last order, Jack.
What's their specialty?
They're blaggers, they rob banks.
(soft orchestral)
(background chattering)
(soft orchestral)
(background chattering)
(sirens blaring)
We won't cut it, we'll pull the screen out.
Move that, fellows.
Nurse, bring the oxygen, please.
(police radio chattering)
Their path found a railway to a close
pedestrian, both side of the bridge.
There are a lot of bodies around.
[Willard] Big John got hurt, Guv.
His foot or something.
They've just sent him to the hospital in the ambulance.
Where's George?
I'll show you, Guv.
Who's that?
They took a hostage, that's her.
(radio chattering)
We slung our car across the street.
Their saloon rammed George's vehicle.
The Merc stopped here.
There's four geezers got out of it.
And they went up 'round the alley, Guv.
(radio chattering)
So we chased after them,
then the shooters were out.
It was like D Day.
What was the score?
We got two of them, excluding the driver.
We're in here, Guv.
(sirens blaring in background)
It's out in back, Guv.
Listen, lovey, now you're telling me
they were not wearing masks, right?
Five minutes ago you told me they were wearing masks.
Now make your bloody mind, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
That's another one, Guv.
That's a shotgun wound.
Yeah, one of his own done it.
He was trailing behind.
Yeah, there's more to come, Governor.
What was left of the gang went over the bridge.
(train rumbling)
There was a get away car on the other side there.
[Regan] What about the Lollipop Man?
[Carter] He got in the way.
I've never seen so many dead people.
They were shooting at us and we were shooting at them.
I'd hate to be the one that has to write this up.
(train approaching)
Gloria Barrinson, aged 19, a clerk at the bank
(phone ringing)
was forced at gunpoint to accompany the robbers
in the first of the escape cars.
[Officer] Coming up this morning.
The idea that he's busy.
When this car collided with the road block
I set up at Hangar Lane, Ms. Barrinson
was severely injured.
She is now at the Mausley Hospital,
correction, Mausley Cottage Hospital,
where her situation is described as critical.
Why did you have to do it,
when you knew they had my daughter aboard?
Why did you put your cars across the street?
To stop them.
Big John?
We had to take the foot off.
It wouldn't have been much use to him.
But he was my driver.
I thought Jim was your driver.
That's because I lent Big John to George this morning.
Well if he'd stayed with you, he'd still have two feet.
[Regan] But it wasn't George's fault.
And you say they're tooled up?
Yeah, but what do you mean by tooled up?
I mean what sort of, a Browning automatic.
Two Browning auto, Eric.
Yeah and what's their game?
They're all mixed down there.
The Governor sends four of them...
Get us some coffee.
To collect the wages.
Get him a coffee, will you?
No, it's not a new team,
but we haven't got anything on them.
No one on breathalysed this morning?
That must be something of a record.
Any ID on the blaggers?
No, Guv.
Prints, photo fits, eye witnesses?
No, all they saw was the shotgun.
A religious experience no doubt.
What about the driver?
Billy Hicks.
This is Sergeant Carter's report, Guv.
Where is he?
He's out at Radlett.
Somebody tried to put arsenic in the brewery.
Blackmail?
Yeah, 50 grand.
Oh the Chief Super's screaming for George, Guv.
Get a replacement for Big John.
And you get us a coffee, not him.
Yeah, all right, well what's the word inside?
I mean it's gotta be someone, he just come out.
Yeah, all right.
But give it me slow.
[Dilke] Where's Carter?
Out at Radlett.
Somebody put arsenic in a brewery vat.
A grudge?
No, no, I gather he wants money.
Yes, I wanted to talk to Carter about the bank intercept.
Well, why not talk to me?
Carter was on the ground.
Well that's right, but it's my responsibility.
Have you been able to identify the dead blagger?
The state he was in, his own mother
wouldn't be able to identify him.
There is the shotgun though, but it's obviously the team
we've been after for some time.
What about the information?
Where does that come from?
One of my informants.
[Dilke] Is there any way forward there?
I don't think so.
If the girl dies, there'll be an investigation.
Carter will have some explaining to do.
(gentle music)
(doorbell ringing)
Where's the lovely lady?
In bed.
Stricken with grief.
Well do I go up, or is she coming down?
Shirley, it's Mr. Regan for you.
(music box playing gentle music)
Someone should have told you, Mick.
Hitler changed his mind.
He's not coming here, he invaded Russia.
Where's my helmet, Mr. Regan?
You'll get it back.
It's valuable.
1945 issue with field glass attachments.
You'll bloody need 'em by the time I've finished with you.
(footsteps approaching)
Well?
Your husband's dead.
I bring you the official news.
He was killed in a head on collision with a police car.
Do I get a grant to bury him?
I'm sure you will if you fill in the appropriate form.
She's not on welfare.
Well, she wouldn't be living with you, would she?
[Shirley] You killed him.
He drove straight into my Sergeant's motor.
It was murder.
Suicide.
Anyone who did what he did was past caring.
When did you last talk to him?
I haven't seen him for a very long time.
Him or his friends.
Someone told you he was dead.
The fact is that you know a lot more
than you are letting on.
About what?
About the team that are blagging these banks
and about the drivers who are driving their getaway cars.
Mr. Regan, that's not true.
If she knew anything, she would have told me.
Her husband's a driver.
She screws his mates.
In bed they talk.
Mr. Regan, that's not nice.
And you haven't been straight with me, either Gorran.
I don't know what your relationship is with her,
but if it's as close as you say it is,
you know what she knows.
The next time this team comes back,
they're going to want another driver.
Now the chances are they'll go for one
of her ex-Brands Hatch boyfriends.
And when they do, you tell me, you understand?
It's down to you.
(soft orchestral)
(men speaking in foreign language)
[Carter] Leave him.
Arsenic poisoning is it, Willard?
Be fair, Guv, I mean we have made an arrest.
We've been officially stood down.
Well I always said you couldn't organise a piss up
in a brewery, seems I was wrong.
Yeah, I'll just go and book this geezer in.
I'll see you in a minute.
Was it poisoned?
No, we were bluffing, weren't we, Boris?
I tell you what, the amount they drank,
it would've been cheaper to pay up.
[Mechanic] Three had it.
[Jellyneck] That's bloody serious time.
(men chattering)
[Jellyneck] Hang on a second.
[Mechanic] OK.
Is this the car?
Yes, Guv.
It was found in Ealing 08.45
and identified as the getaway vehicle.
False plates had been fitted. - Was money found
on the back seat?
Yeah, about 2,000 odd quid.
Where?
It was located between the rear squab
and the leather trim.
You mean it was stuffed down the side?
Yes, Guv.
Inspector.
I'm the reliever, sir.
What's your name, son?
Robert Soames, sir.
OK, Bob.
Robert, my name is Robert.
OK, Robert.
Who'd you worked for before coming here?
Well, I left Hendon last April
and since then I've worked for the R.C.S.
It was they who recommended me.
They recommended you?
Yes sir, they said that someone with my capabilities
should be working for the Flying Squad.
They did?
Who passed you out of Hendon, Robert?
Superintendent Hamilton, sir.
Bash it up, smash it up.
Cover it with stickers, vote Tory, that sort of thing.
Yes, sir.
What's this?
[Robert] It's my lunch, sir.
It's an apple.
I'm a vegetarian.
I want the glove compartment filled
with Mars bars, winegums, and jelly babies,
and ham sandwiches, the sort that come
in cellophane packets, and sausage rolls.
But no potato crisps, they interfere with transmission.
Of course not, sir.
And when the lads are not eating Mars bars,
they'll be eating hamburgers, frankfurters
and Colonel Sanders fried chicken, you understand?
That bloke is as nutty as a fruit cake.
George,
the girl's dead.
Bring in Gorran, I'm gonna beat the shit out of him
and that scrubber of his!
That's not the answer.
Look, I'll keep the Governor off your back.
Well that's not the question, is it?
Come on, I'll buy you a drink.
What I want to know is
why do they always hit on the last Friday of the month?
Why do they always aim to next 60 grand
and why do they invariably leave money
in the back of the getaway car?
Are there any other questions we ought
to be asking ourselves?
Yeah, why are we busting our asses off
when it should be all down to the Robbery Squad?
- Right. - Yeah, right, right.
Because that was the last job
given to us by our old Governor.
(men chattering in dissatisfaction)
Anything else?
Yeah, what's the relationship
between Gorran and this woman?
I don't know.
I think he gives her one dressed up as Adolph Hitler.
Come on, be serious, Guv.
Oh, I am.
I don't know, it's a relationship.
And you think she's going to come up with something?
I do.
That's why I want her kept under observation.
(men clamouring)
What do you know about blind paperwork?
Surveillance, 24 hours a day on Shirley Hicks.
Let's see it Bob.
(film reel whirring)
[Jellyneck] Where did you dig this one up from, Guv?
It's part or my private collection.
(gentle music)
[Daniels] What is it, new squad car, Guv?
(men laughing)
[Jellyneck] Bloody beautiful motor that,
it's a Panther De Ville.
A what?
40 thousand quid's worth, Panther De Ville.
[Daniels] Go on, it's a Datsun.
[Goodyear] Where's the bird?
In the glove compartment.
I don't get it, Guv.
What, Gorran having a relationship with this car?
Ha, ha, ha, smart ass.
[Goodyear] I love Henry Mancini.
(triumphant orchestral choir)
[Regan] Now that's her, Mrs. Shirley Hicks.
Slag.
Do you realise that every single moving part
on that's been machined by hand?
(men laughing)
[Jellyneck] Bloody beautiful, it's radiating.
[Goodyear] Strong bow!
(triumphant orchestral choir)
Bloody hell.
[Jellyneck] There's 12 coats of paint on that car.
(men laughing)
(triumphant orchestral choir)
Anything you say will be taken down.
[Announcer] Remember rubber is a natural resource.
Recycle rubber.
(men laughing)
OK, Bob.
Right then, who's first?
(all chattering)
All right, all right, Willard, you pick a team.
Start a file.
Remember rubber is a natural resource, right?
What shall we call it?
[Daniels] How about retread?
Shouldn't Goodyear do it?
No, he's tired.
(men laughing)
I want this to be very low key, but thorough,
treat her as if she were a target criminal.
Yes, Guv.
And as for you doubting Thomas,
there was a pair to that Purdy.
Both gold-plated, and both nicked
I want you to find it.
Yeah, OK Governor.
Jack,
I think we should nick 'em.
Yeah, I know George.
(gentle music)
Purdy's pulling to the right.
You favour the right barrel?
Not usually.
Not any more.
Of course it could be me but somehow,
I don't think it is.
(baby crying)
Is that Primrose?
Yes, she's teething.
There's some stuff you can put on her gums,
but I've been all round the island.
I can't find it anywhere.
Well when we're in London next, I'll pick some up.
I thought you weren't going back.
Not for a bit.
You promised, Maurice.
The architect was here about the pool.
I showed him the crack.
And?
Well it can be fixed.
[Maurice] How much?
$25,000.
It would be cheaper to build a new one, wouldn't it?
Well that fixes it.
We've gotta go back.
(large bell ringing)
(suspenseful music)
(typewriters operating)
(gun firing)
(dramatic theme music)
Come on China, hand it over.
(sirens blaring in the distance)
(engine starting)
(sirens blaring in the distance)
(sirens wailing)
(tyres screeching)
(glass shattering)
Come on you cow, move!
(siren wailing)
(suspenseful music)
I've dropped my Purdy.
- Jesus Christ. - Fuck it.
(dramatic theme music)
(sirens blaring)
(police radio chattering)
[Carter] Hello, Governor.
[Regan] Any news?
No, they've gone to ground,
but on this one they used an inside man and we've got him.
He says they came for him yesterday.
That he was put in the back of a big car.
And a gold-plated sawn off shotgun
was stuck into his crotch.
Then they asked him various questions about the bank,
the tills, what ways the doors open.
Whether the manager had any bottle or not.
Then they had a little chat about his holidays.
So when he said he was going skiing in two weeks time,
they said not to worry,
they wouldn't show up until he was away.
Then wallop, 10:00 this morning,
they walked through the door.
Well, not to worry son.
Get him a cup of coffee and get his hands seen to.
Sir, come on.
What did they get?
63,000 odd.
What about serial numbers?
We've got most of 'em.
Well that's something.
(dramatic music)
Look, I told you to leave that.
We've got the 62,000, that's all we need.
(dramatic theme music)
(soft dramatic theme)
What'd you think they do with the money?
I don't know, pay someone off.
Well, why do they always leave some in the car?
Well, I don't know why.
They're mad men that's why.
[Carter] Don't have a go at me.
I'm on the same side as you.
[Regan] Well don't keep harping.
(soft dramatic theme)
Here Governor.
It strikes me that that girl, you know, the hostage,
she might have been knobbled in the same way
as this geezer was.
Yeah, more than likely.
Well, if that's the case,
there might be people in the earlier raids
who were intimidated in the same way.
Yeah, look into that George.
[Dispatcher] Urgent message for Oscar Charlie One, One.
[Soames] Oscar Charlie One, One.
[Dispatcher] Oscar Charlie One, join Bomb Squad
at 14 Delta Three Four, Charlie Six, Six.
Roger, Oscar Charlie One, One, roger.
I want the forensic people to have a look
at the lining under that roof.
When it landed, every head in that car must have hit it.
Should be knocked out there for a week.
When they find the Granada, look it over
before Division get their thieving hands on it.
Right, Guv.
Do you know where 14 Delta Three Four is?
[Soames] Hexagon Hotel.
(soft dramatic theme)
What's this about, Pete?
One at our telephonists intercepted a call.
We've got a geezer on the fifth floor
trying to dismantle a bomb.
I'm Hotel Security Officer here right,
but I was in the job once and I know exactly
what is going to go on and the Bomb Squad,
SPG, and RCS, and God knows who else
turn up and make this place into an armed fortress.
I've got my men up the back stairs.
You give us a nod, we'll rush him.
Now hang on, Ronnie, hang on, what's the hurry?
I mean five minutes ain't gonna make any difference, is it?
What if this device goes off?
Well, it's not our fault.
Jack's right, Ronnie.
We've evacuated the floor, don't let's over react.
I'm not taking the responsibility.
Come and listen in on the phone.
All right.
Not that you'll understand, it's all in French.
Look out, here come the dream factory.
Hello Doyle.
We've had the word there is a terrorist
inside here with a bomb.
What did I tell you, right?
Oh, you're the security officer?
There is nothing to indicate the man's a terrorist.
Well we'll check the fine print after we've disarmed him.
Now listen, Doyle, we're all going to discuss this
over a large Jack Daniels.
I presume the bar is open.
It's all right, Jack.
The drinks are on the management now.
There's two, three Scotches and two more gins.
Hello.
Eh, was there bitter lemon or ginger with it?
Hello George.
Hello.
Looking for your Governor?
Yes, what's going on?
Well son, you could call it a briefing,
on the other hand you could say
it was a piss up for 10 public servants
as they wait for a bomb to go off in the penthouse suite.
Your governor won't be long.
What will you have - Hello Pete.
To drink Sergeant?
Well a vodka tonic then.
One of these.
Thanks.
(men chattering)
Keep the wires apart, don't let them meet
and don't disturb the mechanism in clock.
OK.
(man on phone speaking in foreign language)
Now, can you see the explosive?
(man on phone speaking in foreign language)
What colour is the explosive?
(man on phone speaking in foreign language)
OK, that's cool, it's plastic.
[Collie] What do you think, Major?
Well he's got bottle.
It's plastic explosive he's playing with up there.
It could take the whole roof off.
Look, Superintendent, I've got a marksman
up on the water tower.
It's a thousand metres from here,
but he says he's got a clear view of the target.
Thank you Sergeant.
Here look here, Doyle.
Who asked you to butt in?
Major, is that man up there assembling a bomb
or dismantling one?
Dismantling it.
And in your opinion what would be the effect
if anyone were to surprise him?
Devastation.
Right, gentlemen.
We have the opinion of the expert.
Let us adjourn to the bar.
Uh, the,
the fact is, Jack, that this was supposed to be my meeting.
Now the fact is, Governor, you don't know Doyle and I do.
He's a bloody menace.
I would still like somebody to go up
and have a look-sie.
Well get ahold of my Sergeant, he'll find a way in.
Yeah.
Has it occurred to anybody that he hasn't asked
for a drink?
Then all you've got to do, son,
is say that you've got the wrong room.
Look.
I've never done this before in my life,
but that is a key to my flat.
Now when you've finished, why don't you come back, eh?
I can promise you a nice bottle of wine,
very nice meal and when you want to go,
I'll have you taken home in a squad car.
Now what could be safer than that then?
Just get your men off the forecourt.
We've got a suspect upstairs.
He's armed and he's dangerous.
He wants to know what's going on down here.
[Officer] Sir, I got a message requesting assistance.
It was logged in at 12:10.
Oy, nobody told me he was armed and dangerous!
Now that's just a figure of speech, George.
You don't want to take any... - He said out there
he's armed and dangerous.
[Regan] All right, it'll be a piece of cake.
Now don't worry about it.
Tell him there's been some trouble down at the bar,
but it's all sorted out now.
Hello.
(speaking in foreign language)
Ask him if he wants a drink.
Yes, he does.
Now listen, Guv, now either he's armed and dangerous
or he's not armed and dangerous, right?
Oh ah, he just wants to be reconnected
to the Paris number.
Good, now come on, don't be sore,
how many more times have I gotta tell you
it's a piece of cake?
And no heroics, George.
Just get up there, serve him the Scotch,
make sure he signs the bill, then get out.
So, while you're down here chatting up the birds,
I'm up there with some fucking maniac
with a bomb, right?
One more thing.
When you leave, don't bang the door, just go.
(whistling softly)
He's fucking mad.
I'm awfully sorry, sir.
I'm afraid you're blocking the road.
Bloody SPG think they own the city.
Scotch.
You just in from the Kain Centre?
Yeah.
Mm hmm, were they using a gold-plated Purdy?
They could have been, Ronnie, yes.
Carbon copy of a job in Bexley Heath
when I was in Q Division.
Gold-plated Purdy.
Light fittings shot out of the ceiling.
In and out like marine commandos.
Harrison is doing 30 years for it.
I never knew that.
Whiskey.
Well he was away on so many blags,
it was impossible to keep track.
That was down to my old Governor, wasn't it?
Nicking Harrison.
He got a squad on that result.
We haven't had to mention his name much these days, Jack,
not since he went away.
Who was the arresting officer?
If I recollect it was Endersby.
- Endersby? - Yeah.
Put it on the table.
Oh, what are you doing, sir?
I mean, can I help?
I am dismantling a bomb.
Uh, can I be of any assistance?
[Dilke] Morning Collie.
Morning, sir.
A spot of trouble?
Yeah, geezer upstairs with a bomb.
Anyone know who he is?
No, sir.
Regan?
Have a gin, sir.
Anyone care who he is?
They're on the house, sir.
You don't look like a waiter.
I'm not.
Hold this, will you?
(Mahmoun speaking in foreign language)
[Carter] Sorry?
[Mahmoun] Very, very slowly, please.
(soft tense theme)
You don't scare easy.
No, I'm just
too stupid, I suppose.
Yes.
(patrons chattering)
I suppose you wouldn't know him?
Who?
The man in 594.
Yes.
The French gentleman lives in Beirut.
Drinks whiskey and soda,
always leaves me a very large tip.
Well is that all you can tell me?
He talks with a foreign accent.
He's ex RCS, lots of girls,
clean living, highly recommended.
He's a great driver, efficient, punctual, polite.
Why are you trying to get rid of him?
Did I say I wanted to get rid of him?
It seems our friend comes from Beirut.
That should give you something to go on.
Cheers.
Who's Officer in Charge here?
You are, sir.
(soft suspenseful music)
Terminate.
(Carter sighing)
Why didn't you dial 999?
I usually find that in these circumstances
the authorities tend to over react.
(men laughing)
I can't do that, she said, it's a question of ethics.
Ethics me foot, I said.
If it was your foot you were talking about, she said,
it would be something else.
You know who I am, and you still want to breathalyse me?
Sorry, sir, he said.
But the light in your rear number plate's malfunctioning.
Right, I said.
This isn't a spacecraft.
It ended up at two to one odds on favourite,
and by the time you deduct tax,
agent's commission, a little drinkie to the trainer,
there's not enough left to buy your daughter
a school uniform, is there?
My daughter buys her knickers at Janet Reger, she's 14.
So I said to her are you on the game?
She said, no, I'm with the Woolwich!
(men laughing hysterically)
Ah, here comes the lad himself.
(men applauding)
So,
where's the bomb?
In the toilet.
Ah, this is Mr. Mahmoun from Beirut.
Well Mr. Mahmoun, you're nicked.
On what charge?
I'll handle this, Collie.
We haven't formulated the charges yet,
but it might be a good idea if you and I
just wonder down to the station, have a little chat.
Understand?
(Mahmoun speaking in foreign language)
No comprehend, come on.
He doesn't speak a lot of English, Governor.
[Dilke] Yeah, thank you, Carter.
Nice one, George.
I'm going to get away I think.
Do what?
What about the bird on the switchboard?
Spoken for, man.
I think I'll have a drink then.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
(men chattering in celebration)
[Soames] Where to Guv?
[Regan] The Yard.
Hello, this is Regan, have they found the getaway car?
Yes, Governor.
Was there any money in it?
[Jellyneck] Hang on a minute.
Anything in the larder?
That's my lunch, sir.
No, Governor, there was no money in the vehicle.
Inform Sergeant Carter, will you?
He's at the Hexagon Hotel,
that a U Division Area car located the getaway vehicle
and there was nothing in it when found.
Right, sir.
And Jellyneck, get hold of a copy
of the transcript of the Harrison trial
as soon as possible, right?
[Jellyneck] Will do, Guv.
Robert.
Yes, sir.
How would you like to work for the bomb squad?
(Robert chuckling softly)
(soft suspenseful music)
Hi Sarge.
Good evening.
All right then, where is it?
What do you mean?
The money you took out of that car, where is it?
What car?
Come on, don't push me about, where's that dough?
(soft dramatic theme)
What are you gonna do with it?
You are nicked!
Both of you!
[Carter] 1.735 equals...
Next.
1.64.
[Carter] 1.64 equals 99,999.
[Woman] Thank you, bye.
(soft caper music)
(groaning)
[Regan] George.
(static emitting from TV)
(static stopping)
(key jingling)
(soft mellow theme)
(water boiling)
(soft mellow theme)
Mm hmm.
Hmm.
(door closing)
(phone ringing)
Yeah.
Jack, listen I'm sorry
to be interrupting your night of pleasure.
Well, what is it, George?
What, oh Jesus.
Well there was 3,000 pounds left
in the back seat of that car.
Well done, George.
I've also gone into the figures of the other seven blags.
They're all different, but there's one constant.
Ah, Governor, are you still with me?
Mm.
Well the fact is, if you multiply all the figures
by the price of the dollar on the date of the blag,
you always come up with a hundred thousand.
Have you got that?
Yeah, yeah, that's a thought, George.
[George] No, it's not a thought.
It's not a thought, it's a fact.
Thanks, George, that's a real breakthrough.
(groaning)
(groaning loudly)
(doorbell ringing)
(Jupp coughing)
Sorry to hear you're sick, Guv.
(Jupp chuckling softly)
What are you in for, Jack?
The team you put me onto before you put your papers in.
The blaggers.
They're causing a lot of aggravation.
Your Kain Centre was the last one, wasn't it?
Well, that's number six.
Yeah.
This inquiry is going to be taken away from us
if it goes on like this.
They'll call in CIB too.
What have you got?
Well the team always go for a hundred thousand dollars,
but they fall short, they blag another.
Any excess is left at the drop.
Any wounded member of the team is killed off.
It's a highly motivated group.
Who worked all this out?
Carter.
Carter's a good boy, I hope you're encouraging him.
My trouble was I was a country boy.
I was seduced by the bright lights, by the glamour.
No, no, you did a good job, Governor, most of the time.
Thank you, Jack.
Did I ever tell you about Bexley Heath, my finest hour?
I was talking to Endersby this morning
and he tells me that when you sent Harrison down,
he picked up on five blags he never did.
You know how it is, Jack, you've gotta clear the books.
[Regan] Yeah, but why pick on those particular blags?
Because they fitted Harrison's MO.
Fitted being the operative word here, Guv.
Don't try to rubbish me, son.
You've pulled a few strokes in your time.
Were you paid to put those down to Harrison?
I'm asking you because within 24 hours,
Harrison's gonna be transferred to this ward.
Now if he's got a grudge against you,
it could be awkward.
Do you remember that picture with Robert Redford,
Deep Throat, I think it was called?
All the King's Men, Governor.
That's it, yeah.
Well that's me, Jack, well that could be me.
The geezer, the garage,
because I'm not going out on a limb
even if they do put Harrison in here
because I've got May and the kids to think of.
You see the way I look at it, Governor, is this.
You weren't just looking to clear up
a few outstanding crimes,
you were bound to sweep that lost under the carpet
and so give someone a clean bill of health.
Now all I wanna know is who?
I want a name.
I'll try and keep you out of it, of course.
I'll give you two, Jack.
I've written them down for you.
You were always one step ahead of the gang, Guv.
These men live in Malta, but you can't touch them there,
believe me I've tried.
Well thanks anyway, Guv.
Oh, I'll call in on May and tell her you're OK.
But if this information leads anywhere.
No.
Those keep Harrison off my back.
The man's an animal.
(plane engine running)
[Regan] I bet they get all sorts on this flight.
Excuse me.
I said I bet you get all sorts on this flight.
Drunks, sex fiends, villains.
I gather you're a policeman.
Yes, that is correct, love.
I am a member of Scotland Yard's famous Flying Squad.
That fella down there is my loyal and trusty Sergeant.
Down there chatting up your girl friend.
I didn't know you went on holiday together.
This is not a holiday, love.
We are in pursuit of certain hardened criminals,
who have taken up residence on the Island of Malta.
But if you wanna know my marital status,
I am free, that is I am happily divorced.
What time's the plane back tomorrow?
16:00.
We'll be on it.
[Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,
cabin staff will be visiting you shortly
with duty free goods.
Excuse me.
(people chattering)
How you getting on?
What's yours like?
She is like that, all right?
And she's a Chelsea supporter.
Tell her you were a copper?
No.
(engine humming)
Here they come.
[Superintendent] That's Regan?
Yep.
I get the feeling, George,
that our arrival will not go unnoticed.
Oh, we just look like a couple of tourists, don't we?
What did you put on the immigration cards?
Met. Officers.
Loose enough, isn't it?
[Woman On Speaker] Will Mr. Regan and Mr. Carter
arriving from London, please report immediately
to the Duty Officer at Immigration Control, please.
Hot here, ain't it?
All we're trying to do is nick a few villains
who were turning over some banks in London.
Oh, I would do the same for you.
- Where were you last July? - In fact, I have done
for you, Andy, on more that one occasion.
(woman on speaker speaking in foreign language)
Just put your stamp on that!
Jack, the people you want have committed no crime here.
On the contrary.
They've contributed a hell of a lot to the community.
If you want our cooperation you're going to need
a hell of a lot of evidence.
And I don't see here that you've got any.
But would you object if we went to interview them?
At Pharos?
Yeah, yeah, Pharos, yeah.
You will have to put a request in writing
to my superior, and if he agrees
we will send out an officer and you can accompany him.
However,
before we do so,
we will have to notify the men
so that, if necessary, they can have their lawyers present.
That's the rule in England too, isn't it?
Yeah, don't tell me about rules in England.
Governor look, look why don't we just
get a cab into town and we'll write out a formal request.
I will see that it's on my Superviser's desk
first thing tomorrow.
(woman on speaker speaking in foreign language)
Have a nice time, sir.
(soft music)
Morning.
(soft orchestral)
(crickets chirping)
(bell ringing)
Anyone at home?
(soft dramatic theme)
Governor.
(crickets chirping)
Good morning.
Can I help you?
Good morning, my name's Regan, I'm from London.
This is my colleague, Sergeant Carter.
Hello.
We were wondering if we could have a word with Mr. Hill.
What is your business?
Well, we're police officers, we're conducting an inquiry
into a number of bank robberies
that have been going on in London.
We thought Mr. Hill might be able to help us.
Mr. Hill has gone fishing.
When will he be back?
Not for a number of days.
It is the Lampuki season, you know that?
Yeah, we know that.
Can we have a word with Mrs. Hill?
This way, please.
The Lampuki's a large fish and is caught
in an ingenious way.
The fishermen go to sea.
Oh that is ingenious.
And in their boats they carry large mattresses of cork.
They float this in the water
and the Lampuki swim under them and lie in the shade.
When they cluster in sufficient numbers,
the fishermen return and net them.
[Regan] Pardon?
[Alekandros] Net them.
They net them.
Has Mr. White gone with Mr. Hill?
He has.
Any other friends of Mr. White
and Mr. Hill staying on the premises?
[Alekandros] There are.
Have they too gone fishing?
That's correct.
Mr. Regan, you must excuse me if I check your credentials.
These days we have all sorts of
bogus people wandering around.
I don't mean to seem impolite,
but some of them, you understand,
have no authority to ask questions
or indeed ring our doorbell.
Wouldn't it be quicker to Telex London?
I can give you the number to Scotland Yard.
(Alekandros speaking in foreign language)
Scotland Yard?
Tell me, does it really exist outside of the novels
of Sexton Blake?
I would like to speak to, oh you are the superintendent.
Hello, this is Mr. Alekandros of the Pharos Development.
I have two officers from Scotland Yard here.
Regan and um...
Can you tell me their status, please?
They claim not to have heard of you,
but they are checking.
Checking.
(soft jazzy theme)
Mr. Regan, come along with us, please.
(soft jazzy theme)
(large bell ringing in the distance)
You must realise, Mr. Regan,
we are no longer a part of the British Empire.
I want a warrant to turn that place over now!
Where's your evidence?
[Regan] You get me a warrant,
and I'll find the evidence.
[Superintendent] Inspector,
you've got 25,000 policemen in London.
You go back there.
Arrest your suspects coming out of a bank
with shotguns in their hands.
That's the only way you're going to prove your case.
(teacher and children chattering)
♪ As you walk through the door ♪
♪ You go through the floor ♪
♪ At Williams where else ♪
♪ At Williams ♪
School's are a bit different now, aren't they?
I understand you saw Jupp last week.
Yes, Guv.
In Wormwood Scrubbs?
Yes, Guv.
But this was not written up in your diary.
Now I want you to understand this once and for all.
Regan, I run the squad now.
Not an ex-Chief Superintendent
who has been convicted of corruption
that is now serving time in Wormwood Scrubbs.
Yes, Guv.
[Dilke] Was Malta his idea?
Yes, Guv.
Did it produce any results?
Well you better invent something
if you expect to claim this lot as expenses.
They didn't have teachers like you at my school.
You don't say much, do you?
I don't like policemen.
(Carter whistling)
Do you think we could trace that cup?
Why not?
The whole area's been demolished.
The Church School was pulled down 10 years ago.
I think you've as much of a chance
of finding it of marrying a virgin.
What's a virgin, miss?
Harry?
(phone ringing)
Hang on a minute.
Listen, could you get any prints off
of a 25 year old exhibit?
Huh, yeah sure, what is it?
A silver cup.
Has this anything to do with the Purdy blag?
Yeah, it is.
Hmm, we got some of the shells, you know?
Well terrific, can you see if you can match 'em up?
Yeah, OK.
[Nino] And this piece?
[Hill] That was a bank at West Brom.
Roehampton.
Grove Park.
We lost Peter on that one.
And the pool?
Well, as you see it's been repaired.
It wasn't necessary to rebuild it.
So you're in profit.
Would you be prepared to sell?
What, the development?
No.
(gentle orchestral)
Well, it's been a pleasure to do business
with you, Mr. Hill.
Should you ever require any further capital
or should you reconsider your decision
with regard to the development.
I'll get in touch.
Oh, by the way, there are certain charges
which appear to have been overlooked
in the final accounting, nothing that you can't handle.
Well?
How much?
(soft orchestral)
There'll be two million in that factory guaranteed.
Look, our needs are still the same.
We've done 17 blags, we've gained $1.7 million.
Now that is our way.
Now if we stop thinking like that
and start pursuing short term objectives,
then we may as well pack it in.
Shall we bring a calculator?
So what about the shooters?
Well we got.38 and the riot gun.
Well that takes care of us, but what about you?
I shall take the Purdy.
[Boy] Frank!
Frank.
[Frank] Ready?
I take it we shall all be here for the Fiesta.
The children want to see the fireworks.
[Frank] All right, on three, are you ready?
[First Child] Sure, Frank.
[Second Child] Yeah.
Well, something might come up.
Something that we might have to take care of.
In Valleta?
Nope.
Back in England.
London.
You didn't tell me about this, Will.
He did a good job.
The tiler, you can't see the crack.
Will's just been telling me you were thinking
of going back to London.
Yeah, well we haven't made our minds up yet.
I thought the loan was paid off.
I thought.
There are other people that have to be paid off.
But I thought...
Look, Alexandros, he saved us a lot of bread on the pool,
so we might not have to go back.
Daddy, do we have to do it more?
I want to play again.
(children chattering)
Go to your room now.
Come on, laddie, time for bed.
[Child] I want to go swimming.
I want to go swimming.
You've been all night.
Ladies and gentlemen, coffee
will be served in the lounge.
(adults and children chattering)
[Man] Good night.
(gentle music)
[Child] Night daddy.
(soft suspenseful theme)
(soft music)
(saw grating in background)
(large bell ringing)
(large bell ringing in background)
[Mrs. Hill] Inspector Regan?
[Carter] Inspector Regan's not here.
Can I help you?
[Mrs. Hill] I want to speak to Inspector Regan.
I want to advise him of an armed robbery
which will take place on Friday morning,
somewhere in the North London area.
(suspenseful music)
[Carter] Yeah, all right.
Look at this.
Personally I prefer the Lampuki to the Sole.
Asshole.
What's she given us?
Oh nothing that Gorran hasn't given us already.
And what's he given us?
A bank blag in Fulham.
What's on this?
That's the call from Malta.
We still got observation on Shirley Hicks?
When she's at home, yeah.
Well, if we draw a blank this time, we'll bring her in.
[Operator] Go ahead, Malta.
[Carter] Yeah, we'll get it.
Will you give me Immigration at London Heathrow?
[Mrs. Hill] Inspector Regan?
I want to speak to Inspector Regan.
You see that geezer at the hotel is in the CIA?
Yes.
[Carter] Inspector Regan is not here.
You were lucky there, George.
Can I help you?
Thank you.
[Mrs. Hill] I want to advise him of an armed robbery
which will take place on Friday morning
somewhere in the North London area.
She doesn't indicate a bank.
Who you gonna go with, her or Gorran?
(suspenseful music)
[Dispatcher] Hello, Oscar Charlie, One, One.
[Regan] Go ahead, MP.
[Dispatcher] Your zero, one, zero, zero.
Suspect has left the airport in large car.
Complying with your instructions, no action taken.
♪ Through the door ♪
♪ You fall through the floor at Williams ♪
♪ Where else ♪
[Second Dispatcher] Oscar Three One, go ahead.
Are you still seeing that school teacher?
Yeah.
Why?
Because you keep singing these stupid ditties.
[Dispatcher] Alpha Three One, proceed.
Yeah.
Oy!
Are we keeping you up?
Me mind's alert.
MP from Oscar Charlie One Three.
Check on the following index number.
U, uniform, W, whiskey, E, echo,
seven, nine, four, L, lema, over.
Hello, Governor.
We found another, a Ford Monarch
by the footbridge over the river.
OK.
Hello Willard.
Hello, big mouth, where are you?
[Willard] Guv, I'm on the slip road.
There's a blue transit just come into view.
No markings, it looks a bit sus.
Well at least they're on the plot, sort of.
You'd better get back, George.
[Carter] Yeah.
Anything?
No, not a dickybird, Guv.
Look at that, it shouldn't be allowed.
Fancy showing in weather like this.
What?
Look there's another one too.
Someone give her a raincoat.
Why don't you belt up.
Give me the mic.
Gus, it's a combination of nerves
and so smoking too much.
I get this hard on like a milk bottle.
Hello George?
(people chattering)
I've got a feeling we're being set up.
Those getaway cars, they're too well placed.
It's early yet.
I'm telling you we're standing around here
and they're somewhere else.
Well, what you wanna do then?
No keys.
No petrol.
So no get away, at least not in this car.
I'll check out that transit.
Give us the hand set.
Hello Wilf.
[Wilf] Hello, yes.
Look are you still with the transit?
[Wilf] Yes, George.
Yeah well, check it over, will you?
Looks like we've been wrong-footed.
(guns firing)
(women screaming)
Just stay where you are!
(alarm blaring)
[Robber] Hey!
(alarm blaring)
Come on, for Christ's sake!
Stay where you are!
[Hill] Leave it!
Go!
(tyres screeching)
(suspenseful music)
Please, Frank.
For Christ's sake, Frank, hurry up!
(grunting)
(gun firing)
(explosion booming)
(soft dramatic theme)
(soft and tender orchestral)
Hello Guv.
Yeah, they're at a hotel in Bolton Gate, number 44.
I've just seen her go in.
Are you positive?
[Willard] Yeah, the Jag is parked 'round the back.
Hold it fellas, hold it.
What kind of place is it?
It's private, you know you need a key to get in,
no knife and fork.
And they're booked through till tomorrow.
OK, Willie, confirm the room number, then get back here.
Willard seen 'em in Bolton Gate.
He followed the Hicks girl there.
When are you going in, then?
Now.
Right, I'll just have a piss.
All right.
I could do with a leak and all.
[Willard] Get up you fucking dope.
[Carter] It's the second floor gaff, that's the one.
Listen, what about the shooters then, George?
Well, just don't hit us, right?
There are three of us coming through the front door.
That's him, me, and the Governor, OK?
Yeah, good.
It's gonna piss down again.
If it's not one thing, it's another with you, ain't it?
No dogs.
The last time we had dogs,
they bit every bleeding man present but the villain.
I think they train them to bite Squad Officers.
That's not true, sir.
Will you belt up, Soames, who fucking asked you?
[Daniels] In here, Liew.
[Llewellyn] Was this 42 or 46?
I'm gonna give you a minute to get out of here,
then I'm gonna call the police.
[Daniels] We are the police, mate.
[Llewellyn] Nice night for it.
What's she then, underage?
Evening all.
OK.
Where are the marksmen?
There's one on the roof up there.
And that geezer's going down on the corner.
(light suspenseful music)
Shit.
(light suspenseful music)
Fucking assholes.
The Governor's compliments,
he wondered whether you wanted to come with us.
Ah, it's Mr. Regan's job.
OK.
[Jellyneck] I can't open the fucker.
I'll shoot down and try the other one.
Sorry, Squire, this road's blocked off.
I've seen you before, haven't I?
Where you going pal?
I'm picking up a fair, number 44, second bell.
Where are you taking him?
Heathrow.
Aren't the seats good enough?
Nevermind the dialogue, just take us to the door.
(light suspenseful music)
[Jellyneck] Shit!
(suspenseful music)
We're police officers, can we come in?
We're looking for a villain.
[Mrs. Kontan] But I'm already late.
He came around yesterday.
(dramatic theme music)
[Willard] He's got a gun!
[Regan] Willard!
(people clamouring and yelling)
Get that bastard!
(police shouting)
Kill that bastard!
(gun firing)
You pratt, you brought them here!
Frank!
No!
(gun firing)
(footsteps quickly approaching)
(Regan shouting)
(gun firing)
(sirens wailing)
(background chattering)
[Mrs. Kontan] I helped, I don't know!
[Officer] All right, police officer!
(background clamouring)
(people clamouring)
Don't go in there.
Are you all right, Guv?
What's going on here?
What the hell's going on here?
No trouble, mate.
(people clamouring)
- You've been hit, Guv? - No.
What the hell's going on?
[Willard] Back in your rooms, please.
Back in your rooms.
(background clamouring)
Fuck.
(Regan sobbing)
All right, get her back in that room!
Get her back!
(people clamouring)
What happened to White?
The marksman got him.
I'll see you downstairs.
(background clamouring)
(people clamouring)
Right, get them back in that room, you!
Look, would you head upstairs?
Would you please leave now?
Leave it alone!
(crowd clamouring)
(bike revving)
(radio chattering)
[Man On Radio] Take it, put him in the outside there.
With, put it lightly.
As fast as you can, OK?
[White] This is the final Will and Testament
of Francis Hill, John William White,
Douglas Jefferson, Morris Haughton, Duncan Mead,
Bartholomew Smith and Peter Good.
We, the undersigned hereby leave all our worldly goods
to the wives and children of all the said persons.
We do this in the belief that England
as a nation is finished.
It's course is run and that the order of the day
must be to save what you can.
We have built up by our own determination
and where necessary, at the point of a gun.
A structure on this island which will survive.
We've passed this on to our wives and children,
asking that they look after it and expand it,
in the same spirit as it was built.
It is signed by your husbands.
I now have to put to your as beneficiaries individually
of this will, the following question.
Do you wish to liquidate your property,
that is, sell it,
or to allow it to develop, as designated in this document?
Sell.
[Fifth Wife] Sell.
[Sixth Wife] Sell.
[Seventh Wife] Sell.
(background chattering)
Hello, my name's Jack Regan.
I don't know if you remember me.
Mm-hmm.
Well, the fact is, the last time we met,
you posted my key down a very funny place.
I just wondered if you'd like to come around
and retrieve it?
Is it still down there?
Look, why don't I pick you up?
I'm just round the corner in The George.
- Will you hold on please? - One minute sir,
and I'll put you through.
Hello, call, Hexagon Hotel.
Just one minute and I will give you Reception.
Hello Reception, will you take this call, please?
He's looking for Sheikh Jassad.
Thank you.
Hello, Caller?
Yeah?
I would very much like to retrieve your key,
but unfortunately, I'm retrieving
somebody else's key tonight.
I could put you in touch with a key retrieval service,
which is not listed in The Yellow Pages
I don't want a key retrieval service, I want you.
Look, why don't you phone tomorrow, hm?
Any time, I'll be here all day.
(patrons chattering)
[Carter] There you are, Governor.
Well, that's me fixed for the night.
What about you?
Well, I've got my school teacher.
(festive violin playing)
[Bartender] No music in this bar.
No dancing, please!
(patrons clapping to music)
Is she coming here?
Yes, she is, but I think I might blow her out
and get hold of the barmaid.
You seen the book on it?
[Goodyear] Hey, George, come on!
Goodyear, come on.
[Goodyear] It's a natural resource.
(fiddler finishing song)
(patrons cheering)
(patrons clapping and cheering to festive violin)
[Goodyear] All right, Governor!
(patrons clapping and cheering to festive violin)
All right, Governor!
[Patrons] Hey!
(patrons clapping and cheering to festive violin)
Hey!
Give us a dance, oy!
One, two.
No music in this bar.
No dancing, please.
Oy, oy, oy, oy!
Toss those.
(patrons clapping and cheering to festive violin)
Hey, look who's here.
I think you're being pulled, Guv.
Fucking all right!
(patrons clapping and cheering to festive violin)
[Patrons] More, more, more, more!
(dramatic theme music)