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(CRlCKET COMMENTARY) Well, that's it, last ball
before tea. leaving the home team 203 runs ahead-

Right, let's have it
off a bit now, Harry.

(CRlCKET COMMENTARY)
... l'll return you to the studio.

l said it, l told you 1 971 was going
to be our year - marvellous!

Now, anybody want a wager against
them? l'll give, um, five to one!

And if you lose, what
will you pay 'em with?

Why, hel- hello, Haydon. l...

Pay 'em with the money the
cops gave you - that right, Fitch?

l... (GULPS)

l'm not sure what you mean.

No?!

Haydon-

l've been looking forward
to this little... talk, Fitch.

So you don't know
what l mean, eh?

l think you do.

No - honestly.

You know.

You're the information king, Fitch.

(Haydon) But this time, you made a big
mistake when you grassed on my boys

(Haydon) my operation...

That's why l'm going to
deal with you personally.

(FlTCH CRlES OUT)

(Harry) You're out of line, Haydon.

All right, everyone,
now relax... relax.

Nothing to worry about.

Haydon,

l don't care what goes between
you and Fitch. But not here.

(Haydon) You keep out of this, Harry.

You're in my pub

(Haydon) Your area?

Only by the grace of
God and Bill Haydon.

(Haydon) London belongs to me, Harry.

l just tolerate small-timers like you
because you don't amount to anything.

(Haydon) lt's rain check time.

But l'll be seeing you again, Fitch.

(FlTCH CRlES OUT)

Come back here!

Haydon?

Harry'll soon settle him.

l know, Freddy, l know.

Come on, let's have a
look at that hand.

Yeah, all right, careful!

Harry? What's wrong?

We've got to fix him, Freddy.

We've got to fix Haydon.

Yeah.

(Sergeant) Fitch called in.

(Sergeant) Scared.

Thinks Bill Haydon might be after him.

Fitch lives in your area,
so keep an eye on him.

Any questions, Parker?

No, Sergeant.

Doyle, any questions?

No, Sarge.

Oh, er, another thing Fitch mentioned:

Haydon and Harry Scott had a run-in, so
there might be trouble brewing there, too.

Otherwise, have a nice, quiet, pleasant night.

Thank you, Sergeant.-
- Thank you.

Hey, Syd?-
- Hm?

You heard about that new
department being formed, Cl5?

What's that?

Oh, Criminal lntelligence Five, something.

Sounds exciting - different.

You're still young enough, Ray.
You ought to apply.

Oh, you don't apply, they find you!

Right, then, it's a deal.

What?

lf we run into an international gang of
jewel thieves tonight, you can pull 'em in.

Do you some good!

Hold it, pull in!-
- What?

What is it?

Look at that.

(Doyle) Harley Davidson. Great bike!

(Doyle) l'm gonna have
one of those one day.

Get your priorities right.

First, you catch the international
jewel thieves, okay?

Okay.

(Doyle) lt's hot!

(Parker) Damned hot. But otherwise,
everything the Sergeant promised us.

Nice, quiet...

(Doyle) What's up?

(Parker) That's Haydon's car.

(Doyle) That's where Fitch lives, isn't it?

Worth a look, don't you think?-
- Right.

(Parker) No. You stay here.

(Doyle) Okay.

(GUNSHOT)

Police!

(GUNSHOT)

(Doyle) Charlie Victor Four
to Control, come in.

Shooting incident at 16 Ambury Mansions.

Police Officer Park-

Police Officer Parker is dead.

Suspect heading south-west in beige Jaguar XJ6.
Registration number Delta Tango Juliet Two Seven Five Kilo.

Now, it's Bill Haydon's car, he lives south-west, doesn't he?
l'm going to pick him up there taking the shortcuts. Over.

Haydon, you murdering bastard!

You're busted!

(Judge) William Henry Haydon,

(Judge) it is the sentence of this court
that you serve a life sentence,

(Judge) with a recommendation that you should
serve at least thirty years for these terrible crimes.

(Bodie) Morning.

Hallo.

Listen, you've got this
terrible decision to make.

How?

Either - this terrific girl l've lined
up for you - or this old bike.

lt's not an old bike.

Well, it is an old bike, but it's a classic
old bike. And l know it's dented.

l'm gonna mend that; be as good
as new when l've finished with it.

Yeah, well, this girl is new. Tall, nubile,
accommodating, and we're off duty.

Yeah, well, a man can't
live on promises, you know.

Shall l run over the vital statistics again?-
- Yeah, go on.

Now, imagine a goddess...

a vision of eternal grace.

Hair like silk, beautiful eyes, her mouth
did l say mouth? No, a poem-

What time?

About thirty minutes.-
- You're on.

Oh, you are going to love it,
my son. You are going to snap.

Have l ever let you down?

(Doyle) Yes, you have,
as a matter of fact.

Yeah, well, never mind that.

Anyone we know?

No, but l wouldn't mind.

Yeah. Not bad...

Now listen, this, uh, this bird...

Oh, wait till you see her...

Listen, wait a minute! She's
not that gymnast, is she?

No, she's very nice... -
- That big one? l don't want that any more. l've had enough of that...

(Bodie) Waiter!

No, this is on me.

(Bodie) You paid last week.

All right, then, you pay.

(Evie) Look, will you two stop arguing?

Well, you pay, then!

Well, that's settled, then, she's going to pay.
Teach you to keep your mouth shut.

Have you ridden a
lot, for a long time?

Not much this week...

Really? Does he ride?

No, he can't ride.

What d'you mean, l can't ride?

He falls off.

(Doyle) l've seen you before.
Outside my place?

Yes, l followed you here.

You are Ray Doyle, aren't you?

Who wants to know?

Yeah, he's Ray Doyle. l'm Bodie.

(Bodie) Why don't you sit down?

l didn't want to disturb your dinner.
And l'm not a girlfriend or anything.

lt's important.

Sit down.

Well?

My name's Haydon. Jill Haydon.

You arrested my father, William Haydon.

That Haydon.

Good bye.

Please.

lt was a long time ago.

Seven years, five months
and two days ago.

lf you've forgotten.

No, l remember very clearly,
l remember it exactly. Good bye.

Ray

Listen, didn't you say something about a disco?
We're going on somewhere else, aren't we?

l remember... exactly.

She ruined the whole evening.

She did? She just wanted
to talk to you, that's all.

What did her father do to
you, anyway, for God's sake?

Oh, not to me.

Not me, mate.

Look, l don't know what this is
about, but to hold a grudge-

He killed my partner.

Syd Parker.

He was a good copper
and a good friend.

Bill Haydon stuck a bullet right through the middle of him.
Now, tell me, Bodie, how would you feel about that?

l dunno.

Sorry, mate.

That's okay.

She's back.

What?

Okay...

You've got two minutes.

(Jill) He's done more than seven years.

(Jill) Well, usually after seven years,
you at least get a chance at parole.

Not cop killers.

That's the point.

My father's done crooked
things yes, he admits that.

But he didn't kill Fitch.
Or your friend.

He's stuck by that for years;

seven years.

Now, all he asks is for
you to go and see him.

You've been hurt, yes, l understand that

but doesn't it bother you that you
might have got the wrong man?

(Jill) Doesn't it bother you at all?

Ray, old son...

l think if we're going to get any peace
at all, you'll have to go and see the man.

l was set up!

Harry Scott.

He had a score to settle.

l was set up!

l got a call!

Yeah, l heard about
it all at your trial.

You say you got a call to go over to Fitch's place, and
when you arrived Fitch was dead. And Syd Parker, too.

l didn't kill either of them.

l saw you drive away.

Well, of course! l knew
it was a set up, didn't l!

All l wanted to do was to get away from
there. lt was a frame, a dirty frame!

The caretaker saw you standing on the fire
escape with a gun in your hand. He saw you!

He was bought.

Look, l've had plenty of time, years,
to think about it. He had to be bought.

And that means, he's the weak link.

Look, if l killed him, what
did l do with the gun?

l didn't have it when you grabbed me, did l? lt wasn't
in the car. So what did l do with it? Where did it go?

You ditched it.

What, driving through the streets?

l couldn't have had time to stop
the car and bury it, you know that.

And if l ditched it, why
hasn't it ever been found?

l've heard about you.

Joined some new outfit.

You could help me
if you wanted to.

lfjustice is what you
really care about.

The caretaker... (SHOUTS)
he had to be bought!

l haven't been back
here since Syd (SlGHS)

l haven't been back here for years.

(Bodie) Seven years, five months, two days.

He did it!

We got the right man. Come on,
let's hear the caretaker confirm it.

(KNOCKS DOOR)

(Mrs Wilson) New man
won't be here until Friday.

New man?

(Mrs Wilson) Yes.

(Mrs Wilson) Were you
friends of poor Mr Gilbert's?

He died. Didn't you know that?

He died of bronchitis.

(Mrs Wilson) lt was so sad, because he was so
near to retirement and so looking forward to it.

No, we didn't know about that.

We'll miss him.

Poor Mr Gilbert, he won't see
that Cap Ferrat sunset now.

Cap Ferrat?-
- Yes.

You're not friends of his, then.

No, we're just, um, interested, you know.

l thought so.

Because if you'd known him well,
you'd certainly know about his dream...

(Mrs Wilson) To sit on the cliffs,

(Mrs Wilson) overlooking Cap Ferrat,
sip his brandy and watch the sun go down.

An impossible dream.

Oh, no, he had the exact
villa picked out and everything.

A villa?

(Mrs Wilson) Yes, and it
sounded wonderful.

A splendid view of the sea.

l suppose his personal effects
would still be in there, would they?

l think so, yes. He was
a bachelor, you see

They're still trying to trace relatives.

Poor Mr Gilbert.

Cap Ferrat.

Poor Mr Gilbert.

You'd no right to rifle the man's apartment,
but what you've come up with's fascinating...

particularly this slip of paper.

Taped to the underside of the drawer.

So obviously secret, and important.

Just numbers... like a
Swiss number account.

Well, it certainly would
seem so, Bodie, yes.

Well, sir?

From what you've told me-
can you split this?

your original arrest was perfectly correct.

... thanks.

On circumstantial evidence, Haydon was guilty.

(Bodie) But?

Exactly.

All right, let's just assume - assume,
mind - that Haydon is telling the truth;

he didn't commit those murders.

(Cowley) You hear the gunshot
and run into the house,

(Cowley) up the stairs, into the apartment,
you find Fitch and your partner Parker dead.

(Cowley) You hear someone running down
the fire escape, look out and see a man;

Bill Haydon?

l assumed so.-
- You assumed!

But you couldn't swear it was Haydon.

l wasn't asked to, at the time.
The circumstances-

And that's what you keep coming back to,
isn't it? The circumstances; circumstantial.

Before you went on duty, you were warned -
preconditioned - that Haydon was after Fitch.

Then you saw his car parked nearby.

Yeah, and he took off like a bat
out of hell, right after the killings.

Well, that ties in with his story, he was
panicked, he knew he'd been set up.

What would you have done?

Well... yeah, l suppose
l would've got out of there.

That's what l mean. Haydon's story
seems to have as much validity as yours...

but l'm still backing your instincts.

Thank you.

Just the same, suppose Haydon
is telling the truth; where are we?

The real killer could have
been hiding in that apartment.

(Cowley) You didn't check the other rooms;
the real killer could've been hiding there.

lt's possible.

(Cowley) You take off after
Haydon's car, heading south-west,

(Cowley) while the real killer slips
away in the opposite direction,

on foot perhaps... across the parkland
there, disposes of the gun...

Oh, it's all theory, of course.

That Swiss number account isn't theory.

lf it is a number account, if there is
any money in it. We'll check it for you.

Thank you, sir.

You're both of you off duty until, uh-
- Wednesday.

That's as long as you've got, then; until Wednesday. Then l want
you back here in this office, ready to tackle some real work.

Best of luck.

And, Doyle

l'll have a look at the official
report, purely academic.

But l still think you were right.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

(Cowley) Come in.

(Cowley) Come in!

Can l tell him it's good news? Anything?
Any kind of hope to hold on to?

You can tell him we're checking.

Oh, thank you!

Oh, all l said was checking!

Yeah, with a different hat on.

You're now looking at the
case to prove Haydon innocent.

No, l'm dispassionate. l'm
going to stay dispassionate.

Yeah, well, where do you go
dispassionately now, then?

Harry Scott.

lf anybody set Haydon up, and
l'm not saying anybody did,

it would have been him, Harry Scott.

lt was '71 , that hot summer.

Few boys around watching television,
l was upstairs trying to get cool,

then Freddy rang the bell for me.

That bell meant trouble.

(Harry) Haydon was in this bar,

showing off his hairy chest, leaning
on Fitch. l told him to get out!

He did.

And as he left, he said something,

l can't remember what it was.

(Harry) All l know is,
l had to make a stand.

Come back here! Do you
hear me, come back!

l mean, in front of my own
boys, l had to make a stand.

l took off after Haydon.

(Harry) Told him to lay off or else.
Made a grab at him.

Then, suddenly,

he produced a gun.

(Harry) Out of nowhere,
out of nowhere, l swear it!

(Harry) l had to back off.

That was it - never saw him again.

So Haydon had a gun?

Out of nowhere.

What kind of gun?

How would l know what- the kind that
kills you, that's all l stayed to find out!

So he made you look small...

... and you decided to pay him back.
ls that when you planned the set-up, Scott?

Set-up?

How much did you pay the caretaker?

Caretaker? What caretaker?

You killed Fitch, didn't you?

You killed him and stuck it on Haydon, and
then my partner came and you killed him as well.

Are you crazy?

Kill Fitch? Why would l kill Fitch?

To stick it on Haydon!

You are crazy.

And l don't have
to listen to you.

l'll co-operate all you want,
but l don't have to listen to you.

Please

l don't want any trouble.

You might not want any trouble, Scott, but
that's no guarantee you're not going to get it.

ls it?

(Freddy) Who was that?

Cl5.

Cop?

Close as makes no difference.

And what did he want?

Old days.

Eh?

When me and Haydon were eye to eye.
Bad days, but sometimes l miss 'em, Freddy.

You were always close to death, then,
but at least you knew you were alive.

And what in particular?

That day Haydon came in
here chasing after Fitch.

Do you remember that day, Freddy?

Oh, yeah...

(Freddy) l remember it.

He didn't do it.

lt had to be him.

Look, l've seen Scott, l've talked to him, he didn't
do it. He hasn't got the guts, he never did have.

Well, then who?

Well, your dad's still Number One.

l don't believe that.

Neither do you.

What about the caretaker,
how do you explain him?

How do you explain
the villa, the money?

Well, you can't bring a halt to it all now.
You've got to go on, you have to!

Ah, for God's sake, just give
me time to think, will you?

l'm going to get some air.

Do you mind?

lt's a free country.

My father might disagree with you.

Yeah, your father.

l know what he was.

lt was a long time ago.

You've seen him.

He's an old man now,

every day older.

l honestly think he regrets
what he once did.

The fire's gone out of him.

l'm afraid

what more years will do to him.

l'm afraid he's going
to die in there.

(SOBBlNG)

Hey.

Sorry.

l shouldn't have cried.

No, you've got every right to cry.

No, l must be strong.

Somebody's got to be.

Somebody on the outside
who believes in him.

Yeah, well, maybe l believe in him.

Do you?

l don't know.

l wish...

l wish l did, just
for your sake, but...

What about the man you work for?

Ah, it's fifty-fifty;

fifty percent the flawless, immaculate
police case to put Haydon away.

And the other fifty?

Theories. Plus one fact.

Yeah?

The number you found is
a Swiss number account.

But that's all we know. Who draws the
account, how much, how many payments...

well, if we could find that out-

Nobody would bother having
a Swiss number account...

Yeah. So, the, er, the
caretaker was in on it.

We don't know that.

He had a secret account,
God damn it!

l'm sorry.

You were just a witness,
Doyle, not judge and jury.

Yeah, but l helped, didn't l.

l helped put him there, l helped put away
a man for a crime he didn't do!

Perhaps l was wrong, Doyle,
perhaps you are judge and jury.

Perhaps you know better than British justice and the
eight centuries it's taken to get it as near perfect-

Near perfect?-
- Aye!

That's as much as we can wish for
in any day and age. Near perfect...

Translated, that means as damned near perfect as
we can make it - God and prevailing winds permitting.

The gun.

The gun is the crucial missing evidence.

Haydon quite rightly asked you,
what did he do with it?

Well, perhaps he never had it,
perhaps it will never be found.

But, if you forget Haydon, and plump for another man, would
he take it away and hide it? Would he calmly take it away?

No, he'd know l was nearby.

So, he would be panicked.

Let's say he was on foot, running away
with a murder weapon in his hand.

He crosses open parkland, he has
to get rid of that gun. The gun is the key...

if it could be found.

(Jill) Exercising?

No.

Whoever killed Fitch and Parker

had to get rid of the gun.

Now if, and l mean if,

your father was telling the truth,

this could be the place. lt's the
only open space for miles.

And in the opposite direction
from the one my father took.

l've been thinking, too:

it's obvious-
- No, it's not obvious;

it's just probable.

We'd better find the gun.

You're going to try, aren't you?

You are going to try?

Oh, Ray...

(Jill) They're searching for the gun.

Not the route you took, but the route
another man might have taken.

They're out searching now.

(Haydon) Jill, Jill, my darling, to
have brought them this far!

lt's what we hoped
for from the very start!

At least now there's an element
of doubt, even for Doyle.

But they still haven't found the gun.

They will.

They have to.

No news.

Have you called them?

Come on.

lf there'd been any news,
they'd have called me.

Up you go.

Help yourself to a drink.

l don't want a drink.

Well, that's a bit mean. While we're
helping you, you could be helping me.

l'll have a scotch.

Ray?

(Doyle) Yeah?

(Jill) Where are they searching?

(Doyle) The park.

(Jill) Yes, but exactly where?

(Doyle) Uh, straight line,
due north from Fitch's place.

Why a straight line?

Why not?

l went back again
to that park today.

l tried to imagine
l was that man.

(Doyle) lf there was a "that man".

Go on.

l tried to imagine it at night. lt would
be different then - all shadows and trees.

Yeah, well?

l have a gun.

Want - need- to get rid of it.

l wouldn't go directly north;

that way l would be too close to
the main path, almost in clear view.

No, l'd veer towards the left.

Towards the trees, where it was dark.

And then l'd see it.

What?

The water;

the canal.

Yes?

(BETTY - OVER TELEPHONE) Excuse me, sir, but the
Minister is here, on his way in to see you. l tried to delay him-

(Minister) But she wasn't quick enough.

(Minister) Nice try. That will be all.

(Minister) But no interruptions
now, until l leave.

(BETTY - OVER TELEPHONE)
Yes, sir.

(Minister) Slip-up in protocol.

(Minister) But l'm prepared to overlook it.
She has got awfully nice legs.

(Cowley) Has she?

George.

Such dedication.

You're absolutely right - whenever l'm
in your office, it means there's trouble.

And there is.

George, l seem to remember that you
keep an awfully good malt Scotch.

(Cowley) Of course.

The most civilised part of the building.

No water, thank you.

Oh, l hate to drink your Scotch and bring down
a heavy hand, at one and the same time.

Heavy hand, sir? No, a heavy
hand in a foam-rubber glove.

l try.

lt makes it even worse when
the Scotch is so excellent.

Doyle.

Doyle?-
- Doyle.

A good man. One of my best.

Yes, l've no doubt, George.

But... this business
of stirring up old mud.

The Haydon case.

Thank you, George, l am
rather pushed for time.

What about it?

Haydon was tried, George, tried and convicted.

The trial lasted six days and
it cost the taxpayer a lot of money.

A number of responsible policemen gave evidence,
including Doyle, and a learned judge listened to them.

Three learned judges heard the appeal.

He was found guilty.

But he might not be.

Do you know that?

No.

Well, at least you're honest.
Then, on what basis is this-

Doyle has doubts.

Doyle?

Raymond Doyle. Ex-Detective Constable?

He's a good man. He's my man,
and l back my men to the hilt.

(Minister) Even if they're wrong?

Until they're proved wrong.

ls there anything to it?

Possibly.

When will you know?

You have two days, George. l'll keep
them off your back for two days.

After that, well, there'll
be questions asked.

This is a question ofjustice.

Justice is within Cl5's brief.

lt should be everyone's concern.
Even Ministers of the Crown.

You used to regularly
beat me at tennis, too.

(FROGMAN WHlSTLES)

(FROGMAN) Over here!

(CAR HORN SOUNDS)

They found it! They have found it!

38 Special, six shot, three empty
chambers, gotta be the murder weapon.

Where did they find it?

ln the river, under the trees.

Ah, she was right.

Hey?-
- Nothing.

You're pleased with yourself, aren't you!

Yeah!

Yeah, of course you are,
regular bloody Sherlock Holmes.

Yeah, all right, well, don't hang about,
come on, put your foot down...

All right.-
- ... Watson.

(Bodie) Right, do you want me to...

(Doyle) No, no, no, l'm going to
tell her myself. This one's mine.

Hey, listen, if the gratitude
overruneth, save some for me!

Yep. Day after tomorrow. Yes, l promise.

Right.

Ray, l didn't hear you ring.

l didn't ring.

But, if you listen carefully, you might
just hear bells ringing somewhere.

They found it!

Yeah, they found it.

No telling how long
it's been in the water.

Seven years?

Hmm, possibly.

The gun was in good condition.

Still bears traces of oil...

that would have preserved it.

(Doyle) What about ballistics?

Positive.

(Merton) That's a .38 Police Special.

(Merton) lt's the gun that
killed Fitch and Parker.

That's good enough for me.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Haydon couldn't have planted that gun, he was
away in his car. He wouldn't have had time.

So Cowley's theory
holds up. Another man.

Yeah.

Then it has to be Harry Scott?

Nah.

Well... maybe.

Look, he never had the guts.

See, there must have been a dozen
people wanting to put Haydon away.

And one of them killed your mate.

Yeah.

(Cowley) But it's not conclusive, Doyle.

Yeah, well, it certainly changes things,
doesn't it. lt changes things for me.

Now l know l might not be able to get
a retrial, but l can start the ball rolling.

How?

File a new statement.

Saying what? The facts as you saw
them that night haven't changed.

(Doyle) Saying l could have been wrong.

(Doyle) Now, look, at the trial, l knew Haydon
had done it. That must have coloured all my evidence.

No, no, l've read the transcript. Your evidence, as l would
expect of you, was detailed, correct, and scrupulously fair.

Nevertheless, l can't stop you setting that ball rolling.
But have you thought of the implications, Doyle?

(Doyle) What implications?

You're not only saying that you could've been wrong,
but that your colleagues were wrong, too

good solid coppers like
your partner, Syd Parker.

(Doyle) l still want to make
that statement, sir.

Very well. Do you
want me to draft it out?

(Doyle) lf you would, sir, yes.

lt'll be ready this evening.-
- Thank you.

Well, what have you done?

Set a ball rolling.

Um, Bodie, what was, uh,
what was all that about?

(SlGHS) Thank God.

l can hardly believe it.

This time tomorrow, my
statement will be official.

l can't promise anything, though, Jill.

You've done enough.

More than enough, Ray.

Hope; l can give him hope now.

(Haydon) Oh, thank God!

lt'll take time, you understand that?

May be a year before
we get even near a retrial.

But it will happen.

lt has to! There'll be questions in the House and
they're not going to like admitting they were wrong.

But with the arresting
policeman on our side-

lt wouldn't have happened without you, Jill.

l just want to get
you out of here.

(Cowley) You haven't read it.

(Doyle) Oh, l trust you, sir.

(Cowley) You know this is a
bombshell you're handing me.

Yeah. But you'll see it gets to the proper
channels, won't you, sir? Thank you.

(Doyle) Goodnight.

Goodnight.

(BETTY OVER lNTERCOM)
l have the Minister on two, sir.

Ah, put him through.

(MlNlSTER OVER lNTERCOM)
George, did he go through with it?

Yes.

(MlNlSTER OVER lNTERCOM)
Damn. Well, better send it over by messenger, then.

(Cowley) No. No, tomorrow will be soon
enough. l think l'll hold on to it until tomorrow.

(MlNlSTER OVER lNTERCOM)
Why? Do you think he may change his mind?

Oh, no chance of that.

But l think l'll hold on
to it for a wee while.

(MlNlSTER OVER lNTERCOM)
Ah, very well. Goodnight, George.

Goodnight.

Get onto Central Filing. l want every piece of paper on
the Haydon case; every word written about it. Right up to date.

(Bodie) Right. Leave about
7.30, get there before nine.

(Bodie) Great way to spend
the last day of leave, hey?

Mind you, not that we've had much leave with
you chasing about after this Haydon fellah.

Cheers.

l never knew you were such an
outdoor type. l mean, fishing and Bodie,

they don't exactly go together,
do they? D'you know what l mean?

That's very wounding. l'm a deeply sensitive
man with an enduring interest in countryside.

Besides, there's a pub down the
road with two beautiful barmaids.

Oh, that kind of fishing!

Hm. What d'you say?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

Right. l'll pick you
up about 7.30, then.

Yeah, all right.

And listen, bring a coat, or better still a
blanket. lt's not exactly a heat wave.

See you, son.-
- Ta-ta.

(BODlE'S VOlCE)
Not exactly a heat wave...

(HARRY'S VOlCE) Haydon was in this bar, showing off his
hairy chest, leaning on Fitch. l told him to get out!

(HARRY'S VOlCE) ... l mean, in front of
my own boys, l had to make a stand.

(HARRY'S VOlCE)
l took off after Haydon.

(HARRY'S VOlCE)
l was feeling mad, l can tell you.

(HARRY'S VOlCE)
l told him to lay off, or else. Made a grab at him.

(HARRY'S VOlCE)
Then, suddenly, he produced a gun!

(HARRY'S VOlCE)
Out of nowhere - out of nowhere, l swear it!

(HARRY'S VOlCE)
l took off after Haydon.

(HARRY'S VOlCE)
Told him to lay off, or else. Made a grab at him.

(HARRY'S VOlCE)
Then, suddenly, he produced a gun!

(HARRY'S VOlCE)
Out of nowhere - out of nowhere, l swear it!

(BETTY OVER lNTERCOM)
Yes, sir?

Dr Davis: call him. Ask him to
stand by for an immediate autopsy.

(BETTY OVER lNTERCOM)
He'll be asleep by now, sir.

Call him!-
- Yes, sir.

Also the Home Office. Get the
duty man over here right away.

(BETTY OVER lNTERCOM)
Yes, sir.

Tell him to bring an
exhumation order with him.

(BUZZER)

No, no, thanks, anyway,
l'll take it on from there...

Yeah, cheers.

(BODlE FElGNS SNORlNG)

Oh! Hallo.-
- Hallo.

Come on. Move it.

Listen, l phoned that pub last night, booked a couple
of rooms, double beds, barmaids live on the premises-

We're not going.

Eh?-
- We're not going fishing.

Where're we going?-
- Glen Street. Come on.

The car.

Yeah... what? Yeah, Haydon's car.

The one he was driving that night...

lt's been through half a
dozen hands since then.

Could get lucky.

(Salesman) Good day, gentlemen.

(Doyle) Delta Tango Juliet,
Two Seven Five Kilo.

(Salesman) Ah, interested in
this one, are you, yes?

l could see that, straight past the Merc,
past the BMW, and homed in on this one.

Obviously know a bargain when you
see one. Just what you're looking for, right?

(Doyle) Exactly what l'm looking for.

Yes. The, um, the mileage is correct, of course.
lt has had several owners, but all of them, er-

(Bodie) Little old ladies who
never exceed thirty, eh?

(Salesman) Er, yes.

Let's have a look, shall we?

Yes, certainly.

The engine's very clean,
very clean; spotless.

Spotless.-
- Spotless?

Yes, well, uh, have a look around, take your time,
don't let me, uh, don't let me sway you...

You're going to tell
me now, aren't you?

Summer of 1 971 , there was
a freak heat-wave, right?

Everybody was in shirt sleeves,
the police, and Haydon.

Now, Scott said Haydon paid
a visit to his pub, right?

And he said he was showing
off his hairy chest.

Well, that would mean he must have been
wearing a shirt open to the waist - got it?

Right.

(Doyle) Well, if he produced a gun from
nowhere, and l quote, "a gun from nowhere"-

lt's gotta be in the car, then, hasn't it.-
- lt's gotta be in the car.

Now, if he produces the gun from nowhere, then maybe the
same night he can put the gun straight back into nowhere.

(Bodie) Yeah, but you told me
that you turned the car over.

Yeah, but only the usual places.

(Bodie) What about the unusual places?

(Doyle) Well, that's what
we're here for, mate.

(Bodie) Okay, l'm Haydon
and you're Mr Scott.

(Doyle) Okay, let's try it.

(Salesman) Certainly, sir,
l'll just get the keys.

Okay...

Try that. What you got now?

(Bodie) Um, lighter.

(Doyle) Nah. No, l've
tried the gear lever.

(Bodie) What's this one?

(Doyle) That's the ashtray.

Yes, Doctor.Yes. Yes,
l've got the report here.

Yes, l'll be attending to
it personally right now.

Er, l'm sorry again for dragging
you out of bed last night.

Right. Bye.

(Bodie) Radio... You tried these switches?

Yeah, all of them. Try underneath,
underneath the switches.

(Bodie) Okay, put it on!

Ray?

(Bodie) l don't know how
it came out, but it did.

Ah - the keys.

Thank you.-
- Thank you.

We're, uh, impounding this car.

Excuse me.

lt was a set-up. lt's always a
set-up, and me as the pigeon.

Well, at least you
found out in time.

(Jill) That's it.

(Jill) You did well.

Any time.

Any time at all.

Good morning.

You're obliged to say nothing at this time.
But you are a material witness.

(Jill) To what? Public nuisance?

(Cowley) Ah, great minds think alike.

(Doyle) The gun was a plant.

(Doyle) She planted it.

(Cowley) l imagine so. But you interrupted me.
Public nuisance, no, l think not.

You see, Miss Haydon, l began where
you began, with Gilbert, the caretaker.

Plant the first doubt there and you knew
Doyle would be sure to follow, any man would.

lt worked,

because the caretaker was
conveniently dead... very conveniently.

An attack of bronchitis? No.

What do you mean?

l had his body exhumed last night
and an autopsy carried out.

He died of suffocation.

Probably a pillow pressed over his face.

He was old and frail. A woman
could easily have done it.

No!

Oh, it will take some proving; circumstantial.

But the police have done that before.

Oh! You-

Someone should tell her
father, don't you think?

Sit down.

Well, it's special news,
isn't it? Good news?

lsn't it?

As soon as they told me
you were coming, l knew.

That statement of yours,
it stirred 'em up, eh?

Well? Well?

Tell me, when am l
going to get out of here?

Conspiracy with your daughter.

Accessory to the caretaker's murder.

Add that to the thirty
years you've already got,

and l think they'll just decide
to throw away the key.

l don't think you'll ever
get out of here, Haydon.

No.

No...

No!