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(Charley) Garden's looking lovely, Henry.

(Charley) We're taking
care of it for you.

(Charley) Got a gardener
in to do it specially.

(Charley) Frank called in the
other night... asked after you.

(Charley) Everybody sends their love.

Mum's going to Spain again this year.
Same villa she had last year.

Said she prefers that to an hotel...

being her own boss, like.

And... Henry... she wishes
you could be with us.

Well... we all do.

Things aren't too
bad in here, are they?

l'm greasing enough palms.

Nobody leaning on you, is there?

l want out, Charley.

Henry...

Out, Charley, out!

How is he, Charley?

Still running the show
in there, is he?

Still got the screws jumping?

He's not going to make it.

His eyes... l know that look.
We got to get him out.

But, Charley... he's top-security
wing, there's no chance.

Not the old way, no. But they do
things different these days.

(Charley)
Like this...

(Guard)
Oi

(GUNSHOTS)

Right, let's be having you.

We did it. Huh, by
God we pulled it off!

Get down.

Over there... and face the wall.

(GUNSHOTS)

Bodie!

Doyle!

Something that might interest us.

Then it must be death or disaster.

lt's certainly death...

and as it's tied into an arms
robbery it could be disaster.

You heard what the gentleman said.

That's no gentleman, that's George Cowley.

And... it isn't even St Valentine's Day.

l know this one.
Thomas Patrick Murphy.

Liverpool/lrish. Been looking for him.

Yeah, but someone found him first.

Yeah, didn't they though.

So?

l looked it over.

Well, that won't tell us much, will it?
Did you get the plans of the place?

Yeah

Charley, it'll take an army.

That's what we've got,
haven't we... an army?

What do we know?

Six Webleys, calibre .44. Twenty Armalite
rifles and ammunition to match.

And, wait for it, two
boxes of grenades...

sixteen to a box, and
every one a big bang.

Great.

Nice clear view of the street,
nothing overlooking... it's lovely.

What about the police uniforms?

They're arranged.

Ah

(SCREECHlNG OF TYRES)

Mugs.

You were in Belfast, weren't you?

Yep

but if you think you're gonna
draw me in on that one, forget it.

Strictly keeping the peace...

(Doyle) Whose peace?

... and a head on my shoulders.

(CAR ENGlNE)

(SlGHS)
Grenades?

Grenades.

Jesus.

(SCREECHlNG OF TYRES)

Billy?

Billy!

He's getting deaf as well as simple.

Friday, then...

and a hand-picked squad.
We'll swap ideas on that...

later tonight.

Cl5... Criminal lntelligence, The Action Squad,
the big A, the... squad.

All right, so we may have half a
dozen names but only one job...

to see that no-one
messes on our doorstep.

And that means preventive detection, preventive action.

To detect, determine, prevent
and or take suitable action

and or actions against those transgressors against
the law outside the norm of criminal activity

To contain and render ineffective
such by whatever means necessary

That's our official brief...

by any means necessary...

and that's our loophole.

Now l'll tell you my interpretation.
l'll tell you what it's really going to be like.

You'll be paired off and from
then on you're the Bisto Kids.

The slightest whiff of
anything and you move in...

shake 'em down, crush 'em before they
even start to grow, like an alley fight.

And that's what
this is... an alley fight.

So kick him in the goolies first!

Do unto others now what
they're still thinking about.

Oh, there'll be squeals...

and once in a while you'll turn the law-abiding citizen
into an authority-hating anarchist.

There'll be squeals and letters to MPs.

But that's the price they have and we have to
pay to keep this island clean and smelling...

even if ever so faintly...
of roses and lavender.

But you make a mistake like that
and l'll back you to the hilt.

But make the other kind of mistake...

the kind that ends up with innocent
people bleeding all over the High Street

and the only backing you'll get is with
my boot and right out of this organisation.

Any questions?

Um... rank, sir.

Eh?

lf we are to be paired off, obviously one of us
has to be senior to the other.

Obviously? Why obviously?

Two fellows on the roof arguing who's in charge...
they'll both get shot. You're a team...

like footballers are a team.

They don't have conferences
in front of goal, do they?

Too bloody right they don't.
First one there kicks the ball.

Have anything to discuss, then
do it before or after the game... .

Preferably after

Anything else?

Right

see you all back here after lunch.

Enjoy the lecture?

Oh, we always do, sir, but...

But what, Bodie?

Oh, a bit heavy, sir.

Fascist overtones.

Fascist?

What do you know about...

fight fire with fire.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Where do you think he got that leg... ?

Spain

lt had better be important...
you know my feelings.

Our place of work is out on the street...
any man standing around here isn't doing his job.

l think it's quite important.

Grenades.

... Bye.

Oh, l think you might see me there...

Yeah, l hope so.

Oh, really. l think l might ask Peter.

Well, if you could come
along about four.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

(NURSE BOLDlNG SCREAMS)

Emma!

(GUNSHOT)

(NURSE BOLDlNG GASPS)

No, l'm plumping for a bank raid.

Why not another terrorist group?

Because the lrish group
knocked over the Army base...

and less than a couple of hours later
they got knocked over themselves.

Now you're not telling me that another
terrorist group knocked over the lrish lot?

Yes, Doyle, that's how l'd see it.

Look... someone knew
about the Army raid, right?

They knew enough to be sitting there waiting for
the lrish lot when they arrived with the loot.

They knew... and we didn't.

And who sometimes
knows more than we do?

Criminals. They're setting up a bank raid.
lt's the guns they were after.

The grenades were just an unexpected bonus.

That's comforting.

lf it's true.

(TELEPHONE RlNGS)

Cowley.

Yes...

where?

Right.

Dartingford Hospital... and one of your
grenades has just turned up.

Bodie... this is Doyle.
Where is he?

There.

Yeah, could be our man.

He's holding a Webley fourty-four...

along with...

(WHlSTLES)

a thirty-eight "B" cup.

You what?

Have a look at that... there's wandering hands
with a vengeance for you.

Oh, nice.

What about those buildings up there...
can we get above him?

Well, we've tried that...
he's too good a shot.

What do we know?

William Turner, he was a patient
here two years ago.

What did they do, take
out the wrong appendix?

(Bodie) Who's the girl?

(Police lnspector) A nurse... Emma Bolding.

Does she know him?

No.

Ah, that's bad.

Oh, l don't know... she might
keep him talking anyway.

(Bodie) l wouldn't rely on it... .

A hand grenade down her bra
can be a new experience for a girl.

What does he want?

To see Doctor Brook - his psychiatrist.

We've sent for him.

Does he know that?

Well, there seemed no point.

Look, you keep him talking, you keep
him interested... that's the point.

Turner?

Turner!

ls that his name?

l told you.

ls that the name he answers to?

l don't know... someone said Billy.

Billy, right.

Billy?

Billy Turner?

Just want to tell you we're
doing everything we can.

We've sent for Doctor Brook and he's on his way.
Do you understand, Billy?

Whole bloody road-show... he's the
star and he doesn't want to answer.

So... he's not a show-off.

No, no... he's introverted.

And a pound gets you a penny he was
being treated at this place for depression.

(TYRES SCREECH)

Depressive to get suicidal.

Doctor Brooks here.

(VOlCE OVER POLlCE RADlO)
The information of all these units going to the hospital...

(VOlCE OVER POLlCE RADlO)
we've had a further call...

William Turner... Billy.

Yes, l remember him well.

lt was about two years ago...
he was sent to me by his probation officer...

a depressive.

l remember him very well indeed.

Why?

Two years ago... you must have seen
four or five hundred patients since then.

What's different about him?

lt's because he tried to kill me.

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

lt's unusual,

because l mean frequently the link between a
patient and the psychiatrist is a sublime one.

They form attachment.

But not with Billy?

Yes, but in the wholly negative sense...
he blamed me for his being here.

So why does he
want to see you now?

l couldn't say.

l could guess.

Doctor... he's got a grenade shoved down
a nurse's cleavage and a loaded gun at her head...

so guess.

Could he still want you dead?

That's very possible, yes.

l mean, Billy's mind is a...

then if that's what he's
demanding then l must see him.

No, Doctor.

But if those are his terms,
what are you going to do?

D'you ever wear a white coat?

Hm?

Has Billy ever seen
you in a white coat?

Ah, yes, a few times... conducting physical
examinations l might have worn one.

So he might associate it with you?

Yes, he might... but l don't
see what that's got to do-

Right, that's what l want,
one white coat, will you?

You see that rubbish skip by the wall, get your
boys to hump it as close to Billy as they can.

Right.

Thank you.

All you need now is a wig.

(GUNSHOT)

Bodie

(SHOUTlNG)
Billy!

(Bodie) Billy!

(Bodie) Doctor Brook is here.

(Bodie) ln just a few minutes
he's coming over to speak to you, Billy.

He's coming right over there
to talk to you face-to-face!

Bodie.

Listen, it's a stale-mate, right? Now you
give him what he wants and then what?

He'll shoot Brook and blow himself up.

We don't know that.

Yeah, well we don't
not know that, do we?

The right technique is to keep him
talking... play him, tire him out.

And suppose his left hand tires first?

Go on.

Well, it's about four pounds' pressure to
keep a hand-grenade lever clamped down.

Not much, just four pounds -
but after an hour it feels like eight

and then twelve,
and then cramp sets in.

And then suddenly it's raining...
Nurse Emma Bolding.

All right.

(SHOUTlNG)
Billy!

Billy?

Doctor Brook is here.

He's right here beside me, Billy.

(Bodie) He's coming over to see you

(Bodie) He's coming over all on his
own, Billy, to see you.

You'll know him as
soon as you see him.

You'll know him by his white coat.

Listen, as soon as l get there get their
heads down and keep them down.

lf that grenade's one of ours,
it's an X4A... ten-seconds fuse...

(TOGETHER)
lf it's primed right.

Yeah, Yeah, if.

Oh, Samuel Beckett would like that.
Life in a word... "if".

l don't know how far
he's going to let me get...

before he twigs.

Can you take him?

Bodie.

Can you bloody take him?

Yeah, l can bloody take him.

l know you can. lt just gives a man
confidence to have it confirmed

Billy!

Doctor Brook is coming out now.

Eh?

Okay.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(GUNSHOT)

(NURSE BOLDlNG SCREAMS)

(EXPLOSlON)

lt's your lucky day, Nurse Bolding.

He doesn't often do that.

Henry.

Henry!

l'm springing you, Henry.

D'you hear me?
l'm getting you out of here.

Just in time for the weekend. You'll be out,
on your way to somewhere sunny.

You don't have
to do a thing, just...

sit there and wait for
them to open the gates.

Mum sends her love.

(RADlO)
And now, from your local news desk...

(RADlO) there was an incident... -
- l don't think he believed me.

Still, it gave him a bit of a boost.

(RADlO) ...who has been identified as Billy
Turner attacked one of the nurses.

Listen.

(RADlO)
He held her hostage with the threat of a hand grenade.

(RADlO)
The grenade exploded but no-one was hurt.

(RADlO) lt is believed that the hand grenade was
one of a number stolen earlier in the week...

(RADlO) along with other weapons...
(CAR ENGlNE STARTlNG)

Move... move!

That Billy!

That mother's...

we'll have to keep out
of the way till Friday.

(Charley) That Billy

(Charley) That bloody Billy.

They won't tie him in with us...

not right away.

But they will when
they start sweating him.

(Bodie) l bet your eyes fell
out on your cheeks, didn't they?

l told you...

it was impersonal, like doctor and patient.

Ah, how many doctors have you known?

lmpersonal...

listen...

l shacked up with a doctor in East Africa
and she was an absolute raver.

Every time we did it,
she took my pulse.

To see if you
were still alive?

To see how soon l'd
be ready to do it again.

She said l was a
perfect physical specimen.

(LAUGHS) Ah well, you know,
l mean, East Africa...

she was probably comparing you
to the red-arsed baboon.

Come on, Doyle, level with me. You know
these art classes you used to go to?

Hm?

The life classes...

you mean to say, it didn't
disturb you anywhere at all?

Hm?

You'd have to be crutchless.

No.

No, it was impersonal.

They were... they were just models.

l bet if a bird posed nude with
an apple you painted the apple.

(LAUGHS)

No, they were nice girls.

All girls are nice girls...

as long as they're under fifty,
still warm and come across.

William Turner...

a lot of small form
but mainly GBH to order.

Ah, heavy boy for hire.

Doctor's certificate... he's fit for
interrogation but lay off that shoulder.

Sir?

Doctor's signature...

looks very like your writing, sir.

That's the file copy,
and lay off that shoulder.

(DOOR CLOSES)

l want a lawyer.

Why son? Do you
want to make a will?

(COWLEY GROANS)

He coughed.

lf you mean he
talked, then say so.

He... talked, sir.

Well?

Been doing odd jobs for the Turkels.

Turkel?

Yeah, Charley and Henry Turkel...
scourge of the East End...

terrible twins.

Oh yes. And the grenade?

Oh, he nicked it

stole it - from Turkel's place.

You've told the local police...
they're going to turn it over?

They are going to search
the place, yes, sir.

Och, don't fence with me, Doyle! l'm too
old and this leg of mine is killing me.

For God's sake have
a drink, both of you.

Thank you, sir.

Did you have to lean on him?

Just scared him.

All we did was stimulate
his imagination a bit.

Anything...

anything... anything...

Ah, thanks.

You should have it out, sir.

Eh?

That bullet in your leg.

Oh, they can do that all right...
but they can't...

(GROANS)... can't guarantee that they
won't have to take the leg with it.

What would you do, eh?

Me, sir?

l'd have another drink, sir.

So Turkel's up to something, eh?

Did he say what?

No, our Billy's too far down
the ladder to know that.

But whatever it is, it's planned
for Friday and, er,

concerns a top cop.

Eh?

He said the top cop...

mixed up in it in some way.

Mixed up?

A bent cop?

(Doyle) Maybe.

The top cop?

That's what he said, yes, sir.

Sounds like the Chief Commissioner.

Don't be so damn ridiculous.

And don't you repeat
that outside this office!

Now get out, both
of you, go on!

Yes, sir.

But you'll check him
out all the same, sir?

Bodie...

you did well today, even if
you did break all the rules.

Rules, sir?

Broke the rules.

(Bodie)
Ah... you know the form... dog eat dog.

(Doyle)
Well, that's okay... as long as you're not a dog.

(ClD Sergeant)
Checked the house... it's all Mother Hubbard.

Charley Turkel's skipped.

Got papers or anything.

Oh, there's papers all right, l've got
my men working on them now.

They might be finished by next Christmas.

But there won't be anything...

Charley's a wily bird.

Oh, you know him well, do you?

lt helps to stay friendly.

Helps what? Your bank balance?

Now hold on.

Helps with criminal information.

That's what you
meant to say, isn't it?

You Cl5 boys think you're the
cat's whiskers, don't you?

Well, at least we're at
the right end of the cat.

Oh, come on, we're all on
the same side, remember?

Go on, Sergeant.

Well, it's only a small thing.

That's the rumour.

lgnore him. What?

Found this in the kitchen... .

not from one of my boys.

Police button.

The top cop.

And always assuming you admit
there could be such a thing...

a bent top cop.

Charles Turkel?

Charles Turkel: you're under arrest.

l bet you never thought l'd put
my hand on your collar, Charley.

how do l look, eh?

The real thing?

Oh, good joke, Dapper.

Good joke.

l really enjoyed it.

Oh my... (SlGHS)

(Betty)
Breakfast.

But l didn't order-

But you would have done,
if you'd thought of it.

Oh, you're a good girl, Betty.

No,

just careful.

You should have got some sleep.

Well, today's Friday. l'll get
some sleep when it's Saturday.

Computers threw out something else?

No, just the crime sheets on the Turkel brothers.
They're both as bad as each other

Makes you wonder why there's
only one of them inside.

Betty... it's been
staring me in the face!

(TELEPHONE BElNG DlALLED)

(DOORBELL RlNGlNG)

Do you mind not bending the bell!

Sorry, sir.

Sir? You must be
blind or something.

No... just, er... diplomatic.

Bodie!

Hey, wait a minute.

Bodie!

Get out.

Come on, handsome.
Good morning

You might have phoned, you know.

Yeah, l could have phoned but l thought
you'd prefer the de luxe personal service... work.

You must be Betty.

He told me a lot about you.

You...

(SCCREECHlNG OF TYRES)

"You must be Betty"!

Well, l had to say something.

Not that, not to her...
her name's Claire.

Yes, l know. l was doing
you a favour.

What?

Well, l've added extra spice of
jealousy to your relationship.

l was getting enough spice without that.

l was.

Where are we going?

To see the old man.

l think Turkel's going
to spring his brother.

What... and take the prison?

That would be hopeless... even with
grenades, he's in top security.

Oh, he's going to be more subtle than that.
He's learned some new tricks.

lf l'm right, this is an exchange job.

Snatch and a swap.

Who?

A top cop.

The top cop.

Yeah?

The Commissioner?

No. Who's above him? Who's our boss?

The Home Secretary.

l've lowered the boom...
a complete change of itinerary for him.

Which was what?

He was due to make
a personal commendation...

lunch at the Guildhall, meeting
with the PM, visit to his barber...

er, l've squashed them all. And we're
going to trace the whole route.

Personal commendation?

Oh, a bit of internal PR.

A local copper with more guts than
good sense commended for bravery...

the HM thought it would be
a nice gesture if he personally...

Went along to the station...
to make the presentation.

(Doyle)
Found this at Turkel's house.

Get back.

Get back in. Go on.

Right up here.

(Bodie)
Looks all right.

(Doyle) Yeah, it looks.

Hold it.

All right?

That's fine, miss.

Um... as l've given
you my driving licence...

doesn't one of us
have to sign something?

Oh, er, yes.

lf you sign there, miss,
l'll fill in the details later.

That's fine, miss.

(Bodie) lt doesn't look as if
there's anything wrong there.

(Doyle) lt'd have to look
good, wouldn't it?

Let's assume that they've
got the proper uniforms...

the timing's dead right.

Timing?

Yes, right between shifts.

What time is the HM due there?

Oh, about, er...
ten minutes from now.

Yes, dead right. There'd only be, what, ten
or twenty people in there at the most.

They could lock those
up in the cells.

You're just guessing.

Yes, sir.

Just the same... ten,
twenty people in there?

Well, that's a guess too. There'd be the
station staff, duty officer, radio room...

Well, that's a simple thing, isn't it?
Just call up the radio room.

And what would you say with a
rifle pressed against your head?

AA

Apart from that.

Describe the Home Secretary to me

The man we all work for,
what's he look like?

Doyle?

Well, er, he's about...

about fifty, fifty-five

Bodie?

Yeah, like Ray says... you know,

average age, build, height.

Just another policitian.

Yeah.

A bit like me, would you say?

Well, not twins.

But not unalike either, eh?

And if you're expecting him, he'd arrive in
a car pretty much like this, wouldn't he?

Well, if you don't know
him why should they?

l'll either make a damn fool of
myself or we'll know, won't we?

Bodie, they'll expect him...
er, me... to have a bodyguard.

Well, you can't go in looking like that. You'd better
go and buy yourself something respectable.

Oh, your handgun...

he'll find that right away...

but, er, perhaps this.

Ask me what it feels
like to be a screw.

lf we're not out in two minutes...

Send the balloon up.

No, if we're not out it means we're hostages,
along with ten or twenty others.

And we're not dealing with a
terrorist. No brave causes.

Dealing with a criminal mind
and that means single-minded.

l don't like it.

You'll follow my instructions to a "T".

On your way.

There's a car pulling in.

lt's him.

lt's got to be him.

All right, it's all systems go.

This way, Mr Secretary.

You're going to read a special newsflash.

Doyle to HQ.

Loud and clear. All units.

Attention all units. Attention all units.

Here is a matter of grave importance.

(OVER RADlO) This is the Home Secretary. l'm
being held hostage in Wood Lane? Police Station...

(POLlCE SlRENS, SCREECHlNG OF TYRES)

Kill the siren.

Look, l want that end blocked up.
And shut that lamp off.

(OVER RADlO) ... along with the policemen who
are also being held prisoner in the cells.

(OVER RADlO)
So far no-one has been harmed.

But there are nineteen hostages here.

Nineteen.

(OVER RADlO)
Did you hear that? Nineteen.

And at the top of the
pile is the Home Secretary...

and nobody gets hurt, and as long
as you play ball nobody will.

(OVER RADlO)
Did you hear that?

Yeah, we hear. What do you want?

A plane. An escort...

(OVER RADlO)
and Henry Turkel.

That's going to take time.

You've got one hour.

One...

l hope you know what you're doing.

Have you managed to raise the prison?

Yeah, they're not happy.

Happy? l didn't expect
them to be happy.

Have a car standing by to collect
Turkel, will you?

Doyle?

So you're Doyle.

Yeah.

You issued order
to seal off this area.

Yes, sir.

With nobody watching the police station.

That's right.

But, what the hell is...

George Cowley's express orders.

Well, Cowley's being held.

That's right... so he can't countermand
my orders, can he sir?

What rank are you?

We don't have rank in Cl5.

What rank were you?

Detective Constable.

l'm taking over.

No.

lf you just care to read the small
print on my authority, sir.

l'm sorry sir, but you're not.

Henry Turkel's on his way.

Right.

Any advice would be welcome,
sir. Excuse me.

Charley...

there's nothing moving out here, Charley.

They're being sensible.

No...

l mean, nothing at all.

lt's the new system, Charley.

Eh?

To avoid panicking the public... new system.

Seal off the area, tell them a gas main's blown,
something like that.

Go upstairs, see whether you
can see anything from up there.

(SCREECHlNG OF TYRES)

Huh

He did it...

He did it.

He got one on all of you!

No, no... leave him cuffed.

Tulley...

come on, come on.

You'd like to know all about the
Official Secrets Act, l hope.

Doyle

Anything we can do to help?

No

Thank you, sir.

There's nothing moving nowhere, Charley.

l'm tired... any objections?

l don't like it, Charley.

There's nobody.

We'll have another talk on the radio.

Charley!

(Doyle) Charley Turkel!
Charley, l've got your brother.

Henry's out.

You see.

Hey,

where's the escort?

What about the plane?

Yeah.

There won't be any.

That's part of the new system too.

No compromise.

Eh?

Let's see him.

Bring him out where
l can see him.

Come on then,

(Charley) bring him out
and let me see him!

That's why the area's clear.

No-one within half a
mile, no press, no public.

ln fact, nobody knows what's happening here.

Nor will they ever know exactly
what happened here.

Oh, we'll make a press release eventually...

give them the bones of the story...
you demanding your brother's release,

a double-cross, and poor Henry Turkel got
his head blown clean off his shoulders.

And what about the death of the Home Secretary?
What'll they say about that?

l'm not the Home Secretary, Charley...

just someone doing a job.

(BODlE TWlSTS BARREL OF GUN )

Charley!

l'm waiting, Charley!

(Doyle) l'm still waiting, Charley!

And my finger's getting tired.

We've still got hostages!

One gunshot and he's dead,Charley,
your brother's dead.

Bodie, a good man,

moves like a cat. He's armed.

l'd say he's got a fair chance of holding your
mob off from the cells for long enough.

Oh yes, you could blast
them out eventually.

But one shot...

and your brother won't have
anywhere to put his hat.

And the first shot won't
be the last, Charley.

The whole squad's going to move in
and there aren't going to be any survivors.

You've got to believe that, Charley.

All of you had better believe it.

(Charley) We're coming out.

Coming out.

Right, right, come on!

(POLlCE SlRENS)

Permission to be admiringly insolent, sir.

You're a brave old bastard.

Permission denied.

Anyway, it's inaccurate...

l'm not brave.

(Doyle) l'm surprised he didn't
tell you to take that suit back.

(Bodie) He did... that's where we're going.