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Look at it all!

It's absolutely blatant!

It's time we made an arrangement.

We think it would be better
if we dealt with selected people.

We're holding a little sale.

We thought you'd like first refusal.

Oh, don't let him spoil everything.

Let's go on the way we were. Oh, isn't it good?

She's doing that for 250 quid.

Women are rubbish, Geordie.

Most people are rubbish.

But all women are.

For Christ's sake, woman!
As fast as you've put it on, it falls off!

You're not making any difference!
It's a waste of time!

How much did you get for letting Edwards
build those shacks Tosker and Mary live in?

£10,000.

You keep that well locked up, Austin.

If it ever gets out, they'll crucify you.

They'll have to crucify all of us, then.

I want to work as a photographer.
I want to work as a journalist.

I want to be part of something
that gets things changed.

You can't do that in Newcastle.

Working Class Hero

♪ There's room at the top,
they are telling you still

♪ But first you must learn how to smile as you kill

♪ If you want to be like the folks on the hill

♪ A working-class hero is something to be

♪ A working-class hero is something to be

♪ If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me

♪ If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me

- Nicky-o!
- Geordie!

How'd you know where to find us?

This your living, then? Photos?

Yeah. Look, I've got a few things to do.
Maybe I could meet you for a drink one night.

OK. What are you doing tonight?

Working down the Embankment.
I'll be free about ten.

Come there. Ask for me at the door.

Whisker's Club? I don't know, Geordie.

Come on, man. Friday night.

Is music night!

Yeah. OK.

And put a decent shirt on, for Christ's sake!

He's just a bloke I used to know
in another lifetime.

Aye, in a previous incarnation,
when Nick possessed a briefcase

and harboured an ambition to become
a Labour MP.

So I worked for a living while you lot were
lounging about at university and drama school!

- What did he want?
- He's a friend who wants to buy me a drink.

I'll keep him away from here, OK?

- No sweat.
- How did he find this address?

Good evening.

- Good night. Have a nice weekend.

- Hm...

- Shut the door!
- Shut it!

- Are you coming?
- Shut the door!

- Geordie!
- In a minute.

- What was so interesting about the skin flick?
- Get stuffed!

All present and correct.
Tell Mr B I said thank you very much.

Oh, CID would like to book Whisker's
for a stag night.

Talk to Benny.

He wants a word about a new shop, anyway.

- Oh, yeah? Where?
- Macclesfield Street.

Bit crowded along there.
I'll have a look and get in touch about a price.

Right, let's get pissed.

No, thanks.

Not staying for a drink, Geordie?

No, thanks.

What about you, Ron?

- Are we in CID here?
- Yeah.

- Night Duty Officer?
- Far end.

Who's top of the frame, Bob?

Dennis!

Dennis...

Why are you drinking alone
when you could be with me?

It's Friday night!

I'm here in case someone gets topped
in Llandudno.

The Duty Officer will know where to find you.

Got a lot of paperwork, Harold.

Dennis, this is your guvnor speaking.

Come on!

Those boxes are television and sound
recordings we have made as evidence.

And these are copies
of all the documents and tapes.

And the photographs.

Deliveries have already begun.

You can't stop it.

Guv!

- Sir Colin Balmire.
- Sir Colin? Dennis Cockburn.

- Ah!
- Sorry to call you at home.

No, that's all right, Cockburn.

We've been handed a copy
of tomorrow's Times newspaper.

Tomorrow's paper?

The front page is about corruption
in Scotland Yard.

It's what?

The story is backed up with sworn statements
and television recordings.

Television recordings?

Sorry to call you, sir,
but under the circumstances...

- No, no, that's all right. Listen, Cockburn...
- Yes, sir?

Are you sober?

Reasonably so, sir.

Right, well, you'd better take this on.
Report to me ten o'clock Monday morning.

Sir, I do know two of the men named.

You mean, they've actually named officers?

Two pints of Fed Best, please, Lucille.
Whisky chaser.

Federation? In here?

I'm the only one who drinks it, I think.

- Your, er, friend...
- Charlie?

..made me wear this.

Oh. Got to keep up standards.

It's good to see you, kid.

I want to know how you found me, Geordie.

- I've got some contacts at the Met.
- I prefer not to get involved with the police!

- Snap. At least you've got a choice.
- Apparently not.

You've got nothing to hide, have you?

Cheers.

To old times.

- Have you seized the power yet?
- What?

Seized the power?

- No, no. Not yet.
- Still the plan, though?

- Yeah, still the plan.
- It's a canny big job.

How are you going to do that with a camera?

- Like the floorshow?
- It's crap.

OK, it was a mistake.
You know where the door is.

You're wasting your time, you know, son.

Trying to change things.

Things are this way because
that's the way things are.

Possibly.

I've never understood this about you.

Why do you bother? Why don't you just float
down the stream like everybody else?

Come with me. I'll show you why.

Come on! Come on.

Now, don't forget.

Always let me know straightaway
if you need anything.

Cos I know people everywhere.

Anywhere in London, I can get something done,
easy as that.

Well, that's the system.

It's worked for years, hasn't it?

If you won't take my word for it,
talk to your old mate Geordie Peacock.

He'll tell you I can be trusted.

Any idea how Mary's doing?

I believe she got herself involved with
the Labour Party.

Oh, yeah, Tosker's started himself
a little business. Fruit and veg.

Got a little van, you know.

My boss Benny bankrolled him,
as a matter of fact.

Took a real shine to him.

You mean she's doing party work or something?
Has she stood for election?

I don't know. I know it drives Tosker
round the bend, whatever it is.

This is one of the reasons
why I can't just float downstream.

Hundreds more.

Just as sickening, just as unnecessary,
just as inevitable.

What are you looking at, Geordie?

Tramps. I mean, I feel very sorry for them.

What are you looking at?

Tramps.

You're not looking properly.

People with nowhere to live.

Well, it's like you said,

it's inevitable.

Only because the system demands it.

It needs them as a lesson to the rest of us,

and of course so that profits can be made
out of building and renting houses.

- No?
- Nobody has to sleep under a bridge.

You believe that?

That people choose their own lives? We don't.

But we don't have to accept things.
We can change things.

Jesus, the bastards!

Howay, man! Let's go!

Geordie, come on!

Do something useful!

Go to hell, then!

How can people you trust
let you down in this way?

For a responsible newspaper
to print an article like this...

The tapes appear to justify it, sir.

Can you really believe that seasoned detectives

would allow themselves to be filmed
in the act of soliciting bribes?

There's an obvious explanation.

They were seeing how far he'd go
in attempting to bribe a policeman.

Oh...
Who is this man who made the allegations?

Frisch, sir. Michael Frisch.

Doesn't take a genius to work out,
if what he says is true,

that if he could have had the charges dropped
for 200 quid

he'd have paid it and gone on his way.

He claims it's been going on for years
with different Jacks.

- He just couldn't pay any more.
- Makes your heart bleed, doesn't it?

I'm staggered. Why didn't they come to us
with these allegations

instead of emblazoning them
across the front page? Why?

Why?

Am I off this now, sir?

I think Cockburn should put a team together
and start investigating these reporters.

I think we may be too late.

The cry has already gone up at the weekend
for an outsider to be brought in.

The Home secretary requests my company
in an hour,

so be prepared for the worst.

But yes, Cockburn,

put a team together.

Dennis, I would,
if I thought it would do any good.

We've had corruption inquiries before.

It's only a matter of looking busy
for a few weeks, Ron.

What's the point, then? You know as well as I do
what should be happening.

Hello, Harold.

Ron's absolutely right, Dennis. He's far too busy.

But I tell you who's keen - John Salway.

- Oh, well, I'll talk to him, eh?
- Yeah. Why don't you do that?

- Interesting?
- Not very, to be honest.

New town clerk arrives in sleepy northern town.

Doesn't like the way the Labour council's
doing its business.

The smell of bribery and corruption in the air.

Who's been bribed and corrupted?

The Mayor.

Alderman Herbert Sidebottom.

Ee, by gum!

Who by?

A builder called John Edwards

and more than likely a Labour leader
called Austin Donohue.

Will democracy survive, eh, Ron? Hm?

You've got to be careful, Michael, my friend,
who you deal with in the Met.

Otherwise you'll be fucking skint all your life.

Well, what sort of thing can you do for me?

Well, I can help... smooth your path, can't I,

make sure, like, if you're doing a little job,

I can make sure you're not disturbed.

If it's a big one, I'll come with you.

You can't ask for better insurance than that.

Now, if a wheel comes off, by any chance,

I'll make sure there's some other mug on hand
to get arrested instead of you.

That way I'm a fucking hero, aren't I?
I'll get a fucking medal as well!

Kill it there.

You don't want someone...

I've come across Frisch before.

He's a twat.

Croxley was just pulling his leg, wasn't he?

Who's this bloke Geordie Peacock?

It says...

"If you won't take my word for it,
talk to your old mate Geordie Peacock."

Who is he?

Dunno.

We'd better get Frisch in and ask him.

Dennis, let me lean on Frisch a bit.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, why not?

- You can spare the time from Dirty Squad?
- Yeah, yeah.

What about us?

Get behind a desk and try and look busy.

So the judge looks at him and says,

"Would you like to suck a Fisherman's Friend?"

And the bloke in the dock says,

"No, thanks, Your Honour.
I think I'm in enough trouble already."

- Why?

Oh, leave it out!

Hello, John, what you having?

Do you know this bloke, Michael Frisch?

Frisch? Yeah. Used to work for me.
Used to run a shop.

Christ!

Before or after we made our arrangement?

Oh, he never knew anything about that.

All he ever knew about was you smashing
the bloody doors down. Why?

Don't you read the papers?
He's the bloke with the big mouth!

Has he talked about us?

No. But somebody has.

What have I done now?

Have you talked about us
to a Jack called Croxley?

Oh, him. Yeah.
He drinks in the King Club sometimes.

- Jesus wept, Benny.
- What difference does it make?

He's as bent as you are, man.

Want a drink or what? Want a drink, Ben?

I don't know what your problem is, Geordie,
but I want you to listen to this and remember it.

Keep your head down
until I give you the all-clear.

And if anyone else comes to you about Croxley,

you tell them you've already talked
to John Salway. OK?

OK?

You...don't give me...orders.

OK, John?

I'll talk to who the bloody hell I like...when I like.

OK, old son?

I mean,

who do these bastards think they are?

How much shit are you supposed to take?

I couldn't have put it better myself.

Look, I wouldn't have done it,
but they was bleeding me dry. I...

You're in the shit, Michael.

When this has blown over, every Jack in London
will be queuing up to feel your collar

and there'll be no newspapers to hide behind
then, because they'll all be onto something else.

So think, Michael.

Think.

Try and remember how much they bribed you
to set Croxley up...

while there's still time.

And when you've done that,

forget the name Geordie Peacock.

You never heard of him.

Right?

I'll get back to you.

I think we might have to take some statements
from the Robbery Squad.

- What about this bloke Peacock, John?
- No trace of him.

- What does Frisch say?
- Name means nothing to him.

Then why does Croxley say
"your old mate, Geordie Peacock"?

I don't know, Dennis.

Bad news.

The Home Secretary, in his wisdom,
has given way to media pressure

and appointed an outsider to head the inquiry.

What?

We're taking legal opinion as to whether you
can refuse to serve under a provincial officer.

- Do we know who it is?
- Mm. Roy Johnson.

Oh, gee!

Are you Cockburn?

Roy Johnson. I expected a few more.

- Yeah, I'll ring the...
- No. You were expecting me?

You're gonna take over the inquiry.

No. I'm coming to advise you.

Is that it?

- Statements, tapes, photographs.
- Genuine?

- Yeah.
- Well, it's all over, then.

A few bad apples. We prosecute them,
lock 'em up and off we go home.

Is that going to be your advice?

Well, I don't know.
What advice are you looking for?

You know me. You must know me.

- You put coppers in jail.
- That's right. That's me.

Question is, how many?

Three for sure. Maybe another three or four
if we can identify them.

For what?

Robberies. Duplicate key jobs.
Coathanger jobs. Bribery.

Ranks?

Maybe an inspector. Nothing higher.

Really? How long have you been here?

- 24 years.
- You've got a few friends, then?

One or two.
I've worked with some of the men involved.

Difficult.

I'm going to do this, Cockburn.
This day's been coming a long time.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

- Are they keeping me waiting?
- They're with a solicitor.

They're trying to get you stopped.

Thank you.

Roy! Welcome!

- Hello, Harold.
- I'm sorry I'm late. We're very busy.

- The Commissioner sends his apologies.
- Does he?

- And says dinner one night next week?
- Lovely.

We have had a lengthy briefing
from the Home Office

and the Commissioner's asked that
we're all clear about your terms of reference.

The inquiry is to be conducted into the specific
allegations only, and your role is advisory.

My role is to advise as to the nature, scope
and direction of the inquiry.

Furthermore, I am to have direct access
at any reasonable time

to the Commissioner
and to the Home Secretary.

In other words, this inquiry will go
wherever I want it to go.

- You don't know it will go anywhere.
- I don't know it won't. How about offices?

- Here.
- No.

- Why not?
- Here in the middle of CID? It's not secure.

- Secure from what?
- Secure from the men we'll be investigating

and their friends.

Right... Well, I've got things to do.

I didn't know the Commissioner was a friend.

We were in the Eighth Army together.
North Africa and Italy.

He was exactly the same then.

- I'll ask for you to be taken off it if you want.

If you stay, I'll try to protect you.

It'll be unpleasant.

Be under no illusion it could cost you.

- There's a couple of things I should tell you...
- It's too late.

You've got drink problems, money problems,

you've got all sorts of problems,
and they're hoping I'll fire you, so I won't.

I only wish I could confess something
back to you, like,

but up in Newcastle we live such quiet lives.

♪ Whoa, me lads,
you should have seen us ganning

♪ Passing the folks along the road
just as they were stannin'...

Come on, Terry. Sing, man.

♪ All the lads and lasses there,
all wi' smiling faces

♪ Gannin' alang the Scotswood Road
to see the Blaydon Races

Oh, they were dead patronising.

"Oh, you don't understand, dear.
They've already tried that. "

She used to be terrible, Mary, she did.
She used to make my heart stop.

Hey, Brenda. Do you remember the time you
first went to the Labour Group as an observer?

It was all bloody men, of course.

- Ee, Mary...
- Put them on the side and go home.

And Bede Connor says, "I'll resign!"
You know what he's like, he's a sod.

And so I says,
"Well, I think that would be a bonus!"

- Oh, hi.
- What's all this?

We used the house for the women's section.
I told you.

Go home, you. I'll see you tomorrow.

- Shall we get tidied up?
- Aye.

Er, Mr Cox?

I did tell you.

You didn't tell us the place would look like
a nuclear attack.

- Is my tea ready?
- Not yet.

Tosker, you wouldn't mind if Mary come
to Cober Hill this year, would you?

- What?
- It's a summer school for the women.

We get great speakers. It's Tony Benn this year.

- Er, Mr Cox?
- What?!

My mam says I'm to ask you for a rise.

Does she? Well, tell your ma
you get 11 pounds ten as it is.

But she says I'm to say that's not enough, like.

Does she? Well, tell her I said you're sacked.

Tosker, the lad's only asking for
a bit more money.

What, you think fruit grows on trees,
woman, eh?

- Hop it.
- My ma says you're doing all right, like.

You ma's got a lot to say, hasn't she?

But you see, Terry,
what women don't understand

is the Rhodesia question.

- Tell her it's the Rhodesia question.
- What does that mean, like?

Them that are in charge can do what they like
and the rest can like it or lump it.

OK, bonny lad?

I told my mam you'd run Patrick home
in the van.

Well, wonders never cease.

"Work to repair and strengthen the flats
at Willow Lane is now completed.

We would like to offer you a renewed tenancy
on the flat you occupied until January 1968."

I'm not going back there.

This isn't much, but it's a house.

And it's handy for my mum and dad.

Well, no more council flats for us, pet,
I'm telling you.

Why are you saying that?

Cos it's a fact.

- What have you done?
- Bought a shop.

What?

You know, a proper shop, without wheels on.

- It's got a flat over it.
- You've bought a flat?

- Yeah.
- Where?

Down the town. Be ours in four weeks.

Get wor stuff in, get the name over the door,
off we go! The big time!

Yeah.

Why aye, man!

- Can we afford it?
- Why aye.

Then why can't Terry have his rise?

Not a word about who built these buggers
in the first place!

That bloody Edwards and his mates.

Or whose fault it was they fell to bits.

Or who had to pay the bill for all the work.

A million pound!

Muggins here!

The bloody ratepayers
and the small businessmen.

They want locking up!

Bloody Labour Party!

Crooks, the bloody lot of 'em.

A thousand apologies, Inspector,

but we are fighting an election,
you may have noticed.

Right, thank you, Sandra.
Try not to disturb us.

If Marcia rings,
say I'll get in touch with Number Ten tonight.

Righto, Mr Donohue.

Now, I'm all yours. For a while, at least.

Right.

- I'd like to talk to you about John Edwards, sir.
- Oh. That business again.

Poor John.

You know, one simple piece
of local government reform -

the payment to elected officers
of a modest salary-

would overnight do away with a vast amount
of petty corruption.

Is there a vast amount, Mr Donohue?

- Do you doubt it, Mr Conrad?
- Actually, no.

No.

It even happens in the Metropolitan Police

if we're to believe what our newspapers tell us.

- How can I help you?
- John Edwards is a client of yours, I believe.

Edwards System Building was.

Not any more?

No. Mr Edwards and I have gone
our separate ways.

I to my modest work here,

he to far greater things.

Not in Solihull, but in Mexico,
Beirut, Abu Dhabi, Africa.

He needed friends in faraway places.

He had to get that kind of help elsewhere.

Did you introduce Alderman Herbert Sidebottom
to John Edwards, sir?

Ooh, I wouldn't like to say yea or nay
on that one.

I probably introduced him to the company
in a sense

by showing him a PR film I'd made.

But whether I introduced him to Mr Edwards
on that occasion...

Were they both here or not, sir?

I can't say.

I can't even remember if I was here myself!

I didn't actually operate the projector,
if you know what I mean!

- Who did?
- Does it matter?

It might, sir.

My then-assistant, Nicky Hutchinson.

Did John Edwards obtain any contracts
from Alderman Sidebottom's council, sir?

No idea, Inspector.

Probably not.

ESB was not a successful company
in terms of getting things built.

The real success story was Edwards Overseas.

The work pours in there.

Course, that company has some very big guns
on its board, like Claud Seabrook, for instance.

Where is he now, sir?

Oh, Claud Seabrook?

No, no, no. Not Claud Seabrook.

Nicky Hutchinson.

I'm afraid I have no idea.

You, the politicians, the leaders,
the rich, the big bosses, are in command.

You attempt to control us.

We, the people, suffer.

You turn us into robots on your production lines.

You pollute the world with chemical waste
from your factories.

You shove mass-media garbage
down our throats.

You turn the law into a pig circus.

You make us all, men and women,
into sexual caricatures.

You kill us,

you napalm us,

you boil us down into soap, mutilate us, rape us.

This has gone on for centuries,
but it's coming to an end.

You cannot control our revolution
because it springs from the rank and file.

You cannot penetrate our organisation
because we have none.

The people will smash the system.

The people will seize power.

- Well done, Nick.
- Well done, mate.

Right, time to choose.

The Embassy of Spain.
Headquarters of European fascism.

The Metropolitan Police Commissioner.

Oh, right!

The Attorney General.

The Miss World contest.

The Ministry of Housing.

La lotta continua.

Hey. What I could really use,

a photo of the Chief Pig's house.

Come here. You.

I asked you to identify a detective in Wimbledon.

We can't investigate an allegation
of having a charge dropped

if we can't establish that the offence
has been booked in the first place.

- Yes, I realise that, sir.
- You've had three weeks, man!

- I have written twice to Wimbledon, sir.
- Oh, have you? Well done.

I called Wimbledon last night
and got the name myself. It took 15 seconds!

Get somebody there and take a statement!

- Yes, sir.
- Not you!

You're not a policeman, you're a bloody idiot!
Now get out of my sight!

That's my fault.

These men are not going to investigate
these allegations

unless you make them do it.

Now start getting ruthless.

Someone to see you, Nicky.

- Dominic Hutchinson?
- Aye.

- My name's Conrad. Fraud Squad.
- Fraud Squad?

What... What was the purpose of
Edwards System Building?

To sell houses, whatever.

To sell. Not to build?

Sell. Edwards Housing did the building.
ESB was a sales thing.

How could ESB sell anything?
They didn't employ any salesmen.

Who is it you're after?
If it's Edwards, you're wasting your time.

How did ESB sell its houses?

I wouldn't know, officer.

Why am I wasting my time
investigating Edwards?

Look, I was just Donohue's office boy.

What happened to your face?

I butted a public servant in the knee.

What the fuck is going on?

Why are the police knocking on my door?

He was Fraud Squad.
It's got nothing to do with us.

- You're going to have to leave us, Nicky.
- Look...

We'll need this taken out of London.
Could be handy.

Shit.

See you, lads.

That's a nice motor, Mr Johnson.

- Have a good weekend.
- I think you should replace me.

- Dennis!
- Four months and we're nowhere.

Too clever.

Just sitting there, all around us-
above us, below us, everywhere.

They must be pissing themselves!
You go for a file, it's gone.

You go and see somebody, he's expecting you.

The questions just get bigger and bigger.

I think my phone's tapped.

I saw Blamire again today.
I told him we're being blocked at every turn.

He said he'd see what he could do about it.

He's as thick as two short planks.

- I said, I think my phone's tapped, and yours!
- I know. I heard you.

But no-one can hear us now. Say it.

You've been dying to say it.

Everything points to widespread,
systematic corruption.

You can smell it... Touch it.

How far up, Roy?

- I don't know.
- If it goes a long way up,

we have to ask the question, why us?
Why have we been appointed?

I know why I'm here- because they
expected me to cock it up, and I have.

But what about you?
Blamire's an old army pal, you said.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said that, truly.

Go home.

- Damn!
- What?

- Did you vote?
- I never vote. Do you?

When I remember.

Anyway, that was yesterday.

- Did Wilson win?
- No, the other lot.

That's a pity. I liked him.

Good night.

- How's it going?
- Oh...

How's Newcastle?

There's this bloke, John Edwards.

He owns two companies.
The first, Edwards System Building,

which spends a lot of money,
but doesn't appear to do anything.

Why? Because the money is used
to bribe town halls and MPs

via a man called Austin Donohue.

- Mr Newcastle?
- Mm-hm. That's him.

But the really interesting company
is the second one.

Edwards Overseas.

Same picture as ESB.

Lots of money disappears.
But where does it go?

Well, same thing, only, overseas.

Saudi instead of Solihull?

I think so, yeah.

Well, can you prove it?

Not yet.

Is that it?

No. Who used to be chairman
of Edwards Overseas?

Faintest idea, Ron.

Not many people have, Dennis.

Claud Seabrook.

And what happened last week?
He became Home Secretary.

The man I should be investigating
is now in charge of the Met Police.

This is why Donohue thinks I can't touch him.

"You can't touch me unless you touch Edwards.

You can't touch Edwards
unless you touch Seabrook.

Therefore you cannot touch me, man!"

But what's to stop me?

Ron, you've got no chance!

I must have a chance, Dennis.

I've sent the papers direct to Blamire.

I've asked for permission to...question
the Home Secretary.

Can an arsehole have heart failure?

Quite possibly!

Something funny happened?

No.

Hey... Good luck.

You too, Dennis. You too.

It can be done!

- You wanted to see me.
- Yeah.

- Remember Peacock?
- Who?

Geordie Peacock. You couldn't trace him.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I went back on that.
I found him in the end.

There's nothing about that in the book.

- Isn't there?
- No.

- Well, who is he?
- Peacock?

- Yeah.
- He's a...

Well, he's a small-town crook. Same as Frisch.

What's his address?

- Address?
- Yeah, address.

I got the impression
that he had nothing more to add, Dennis.

- To what?
- To what Frisch told us.

- Frisch didn't tell us anything.
- Well, there you are!

Could you get me his address, please? Now!

Then I think it's time
you went back to Dirty Squad.

Thanks for everything.

Benny. Harold.

I'm afraid it's time for Geordie's holiday.

Yeah, well...

See you around, eh, Ben?

Good luck, Geordie. All the best, mate.

Claud Seabrook?

Conrad, you blithering idiot!
I'll have your guts for garters!

In Europe, we have begun negotiations

for entry into the European
Economic Community.

For it remains our conviction that
if we can negotiate the right terms,

it will be in the long-term interests of Britain
and of the British people

to join the European Economic Community.

This is the third time in eight days!
I've had enough of this!

- What are you so happy about?
- They're scared. I can feel it.

It can be done!

- I don't need an appointment, Inspector.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Roy. Thank you.

- Can I help you?
- Yes.

I want some straight answers
to some straight questions.

One, is it now the official policy of the CID
to abort my inquiry?

- Bollocks!
- Never mind bollocks!

And two, if not, when am I going to get the
reinforcements promised me three months ago?

And three, who is responsible
for the stream of lies being fed to the press

about the nature of our work?

Sit down, Harold.

I'll deal with your complaints
in a moment, Roy.

- Would Cockburn leave us for a second?
- Is this to do with the inquiry?

- Yes.
- Stay.

All right. I've got two things to say.

Firstly, you can expect another four men
to join your team next week. And secondly...

- That's not enough!
- ..DCS Cockburn is relieved of his duties

- on the inquiry from today.
- What?

- It's no reflection on you, Cockburn.
- Well, what is it, then?

That is enough!

You'll get any reasons I care to give you
in writing. Now go and clear your desk!

John Salway is going to take over.

I'm looking forward to moving this along, sir.
I think we can do a lot better.

Yes, thank you. You can go now, John.
Thank you, Harold.

You backed an outsider.
You backed the wrong horse altogether.

We'd better go and find you a little chair
to put at the end of my desk.

You're my new assistant, Dennis.

You were obliged to consult me!

Good God, Roy,
the man's having a nervous breakdown!

- Any reason Salway shouldn't do the job?
- Any reason why he should?

I've never hidden my view.
An outsider was a mistake.

You don't understand the Met
nor the men who serve here.

Oh, don't I?

Have you any idea what they really think of you?
Any idea how they're letting you down?

Any idea what they call you behind your back?

The Arsehole!

You're completely wrong about these men, Roy.

Oh, God, Colin, you're a gutless bastard!

Sir?

Ah, yes, Conrad...

Proceed no further with the Edwards case
until you hear otherwise from me.

- But sir, we need...
- That's all.

Don't I get told the reason, sir?

No...you don't.

Yes, sir.

- What's your name?
- Daphne.

Frances! Come on.

Frances?

Come and sit down.

What do you like to drink?

- The owner doesn't like it if...
- She's my guest. Aren't you, Frances?

A Coca Cola?

All right.

- Why isn't your daddy looking after you?
- Haven't got one.

Oh...

- Say thank you to Mr Peacock.
- Thank you.

You're welcome.

Why don't you sit down as well?

- And don't tell me you've got things to do.
- The owner doesn't like it if...

It's his night off. Tuesday's his night off.

- Am I right, Frances?
- He plays bowling.

Does he, now?

Me and Mum have to sleep in the same bed.

- Do you?
- Shut up, Frances. No secrets at all.

Is that it, then? For good?

How would I know?

I mean, why should anyone tell me?

I'm just the idiot
who's been working his arse off.

Dennis. Harold's looking for you.

I think he wants a cup of tea.

- Had a disappointment, I hear.
- Just don't start, OK?

- Haven't you learned anything in ten years?
- Obviously not.

- Can't you figure it out?
- What?

When I wrap all this up, Roy Johnson will write
his report. And who reads it?

The Home Secretary, Claud Seabrook.

Speaking of the inquiry,
spare me a minute, will you?

Me? Why?

Look, you're in the clear.
As far as I'm concerned, this is a load of rubbish.

- What is?
- All I want to do is to put a few questions to him,

because, you know, we've had a whisper.

My clerk here will take verbatim notes
which I'll ask you to sign afterwards. OK?

- What is this?
- First off, can you tell me how long

- you was on the Obscene Publications Squad?
- You were my guvnor.

- Just for the record.
- This is grotesque. What is this whisper?

Ron, Ron, we're gonna be here all bloody day,
you know.

20 months.

- And how long altogether, in the force?
- Nine and a half years.

And in those nine and a half years, Ron...

..and I want the truth...

..did you ever encounter any corruption
among your fellow detectives?

Think very carefully.

Did you ever come across corruption?

No.

Never.

I've been reading Roy Johnson's report.
Have you read it?

It hasn't been made available to me,
Home Secretary.

Hm... What's your opinion of Johnson?

- My professional opinion?
- Your personal opinion.

Haven't got one.

It's an interesting document.
He's a very thorough man.

I don't think I'd be telling you anything
you don't know if I were to say

that he advises me to take the Met apart

and put it back together with uniformed men
dominant rather than the CID...

- ..and all under a new leadership.

Well, as someone once said,
"He would, wouldn't he?"

- Well...
- There's something I should tell you, Claud.

A delicate matter,
but it's as well to be forewarned.

These allegations concerning John Edwards,

nobody's taking them too seriously,

but, if Edwards continues to attract the attention
of our friends in the provincial police forces,

then there could come a time...

Are you saying that these allegations
could at some stage become public?

I'm saying it could become unavoidable.

In that case, I would be bound to resign.

As I said, Claud, it's as well to be forewarned.

Thank you, Colin.

Well, don't let me keep you any longer.

- Benny!

I think we can all relax.

Good.

Oh, John...

Could you do me one small favour?

I'd like you to come back with me.

I'd like you and Frances
to come and be with me.

I've never fancied London.

Well, I'll come and be with you, then.

We'll live wherever you want.

What about your job?
These people you work for?

I'll pack it in. I'm ready for it.

I've got a stack of money put away.
Let's do something with it.

I just wanna be with you.

You go back.
We'll wait a while and then we can make sure.

But if you feel the same way
when we've waited...

You see, Geordie, I'm not quite sure
what it is you're asking.

Will you marry me?

If, you know...

Will you?

Yes? Thank you.

Yeah. Benny.

The coast is clear so I want you back here.
All right?

How are you doing?

OK... OK.

Good. Good.
So, come back tomorrow, all right?

- Yeah. Tomorrow.
- Yeah, OK.

Will do. See you tomorrow.

- Will you?
- Yeah.

How's life treating you, Dennis?

So-so.

Are you staying late?

It's Friday. I have to stay Fridays.
I run the bar for Harold.

I hear you're off.

Nine in the morning I had it taken
by special messenger to the Home Office.

By 11:30 the same day it was back on my desk,
not a mark on it. There was no letter, nothing.

Well, look at it from Seabrook's point of view.

What's he supposed to do?
Get up on his hind legs in the Commons

and say, "Sorry, chaps,
we don't have a police force"?

I told you I was going to do it, didn't I?

You had 'em worried.

I wonder...

I've been a copper for 25 years.

I started on the beat on the Scotswood Road.

I never dreamed...

They've made a mockery of it.

I feel it's all been a waste of time.

Go back up north, back to that quiet life.
They'll offer you a knighthood.

A knighthood? To be honoured by that lot
would be the badge of shame.

No, Dennis,

I've asked for my pension.

I've had enough.

I'll see you later.

What the hell does he do up there all day?

He reads his books.
He listens to his radio.

The one o'clock news,
the two o'clock news.

He never misses the news.

He'll settle down again.

At least he's home again.

That's what you wanted, isn't it?

He hasn't come home, Felix.

- Helen.
- Who is it?

- It's me.
- You shouldn't ring.

- Just tell us what's going on.
- It's going according to plan.

- There'll be more tonight.
- How come there's nothing on the news?

Because they're so frightened
of something they can't control.

Don't call again. We'll get in touch
when we need the package again.

- We've got them on the run.

I think you've made a mistake, haven't you?

Helen! Helen!

Oh, shit!

So I suspect that the root of many problems
in Great Britain

is that our society has become
too much absorbed with quantity

at the expense of quality.

If you look at the immense outpourings
of our factories,

at the extraordinary wealth of consumer goods
in our shops,

at the continuous renewal of our cities,

forever on a bigger and bigger scale,

which does not always accord with
the human aspirations of ordinary people,

or at modern erotic literature,

where people are concerned with
quantity of sexual experience

and not with the quality of human relationships,

it is clear that we all put too much emphasis
on quantity.

The old disciplines that used to hold society
together have crumbled in recent years,

and as those disciplines have weakened,
so has authority.

Search warrant.

You're under arrest
for possession of obscene material.

Some of the old disciplines were harsh -

war, unemployment, grinding poverty.

Nobody wants to see any of those things back
in the Britain of the '70s and '80s.

So where does the answer lie?

I believe that the only hope of regaining
a strong moral character in this country

is the voluntary acceptance of standards.

Without those standards,

it is easy to see how democracy is wide open

to guerrilla movements, which in the past
had been held in check only by self-restraint.

Felix!

Eddie.

What's wrong?

- Dear God...
- Mother...

I'm going to church!

I'll be gone an hour.

When I come back...

..I want that thing gone.

- I want it out of here.
- Mother...

Either it goes or you go. Or both.

Please yourself.

Is it yours?

No.

Have you used it?

Not personally.

Well, somebody's used it.

That much is obvious.

Not seen one like this since Italy in '43.

- Well?
- It's best for you not to know anything.

Try again, son!

- You fought fascism. You both did.
- Oh, Christ.

You might not like them,
but Heath and his friends aren't fascists!

Aren't they? What about the police?

Jesus.

The apparatus of state repression is the same
whether it's Heath, Wilson, Hitler or Franco.

You haven't seen what I've seen.
You don't know what I know.

I know a fascist state when I see one
and I know a democracy.

Democracy? They've made a mockery of it.

They've only two uses for democracy.

One, for collecting money,
two, for keeping people quiet.

- It's called repressive tolerance.
- Never mind that shite.

- I want to know about this gun.
- It's best you don't know.

You brought it into my house, didn't you?

It was used on the Spanish Embassy.

Well... They managed to keep that quiet,
didn't they?

Yes, they did! For God's sake, Dad,
there's a revolution going on!

A what?

The Police Commissioner's house bombed.
Nothing in the papers.

The Attorney General's house bombed. Nothing.

- Hoping it will go away.
- How do you know all this?

I know. That's all.

Why, you useless little bastard!
I should have strangled you at birth!

You think you're going to get away with this?

Oh, well, that's it! You've wasted your life!
You've threw it away!

- Can't you try and understand?
- Understand what?

You don't like the government,
so you hoy bombs at people?

There's no alternative!
What are we supposed to do?

March to London so they can make fools of us
like they did of you?

Be polite, like you were?

Ask nicely? Show how well-behaved we are
so they can fart in wor faces

like they did to you?

I want you out of this house.

And don't come back.

- Felix...
- Now!

Leave it!

I'm not kidding.

Touch that thing and by God I'll turn you in. I will.

You're not worth a light!

Drop these in at my mam's.

Go on! It's on your way.

- See you later.
- All right.

What's wrong, Nicky?

Everything he ever said about me is true, Mary.

I'm so tired.

Hiya, Tosker.

Long time no see.

We were just going to have a cup of tea and...
Nicky got wet in the rain.

W-What's wrong?

Your brother's died, pet.

Patrick's died.

His heart gave out, poor kid.

♪ Faith of our fathers living still

♪ In spite of dungeon, fire and sword

♪ O, how our hearts beat high with joy

♪ When'er we hear that glorious word

♪ Faith of our fathers! Holy faith!

♪ We will be true to thee till death

♪ We will be true to thee till death

♪ Our fathers, chained in prisons dark

♪ Were still in heart and conscience free

♪ How sweet would be their children's fate

♪ If they like them could die for thee

♪ Faith of our fathers! Holy Faith!

♪ We will be true to thee till death

♪ We will be true to thee till death

♪ Our fathers, chained in prisons dark

♪ Were still in heart and conscience free

♪ How sweet would be their children's fate

♪ If they like them could die for thee

♪ Faith of our fathers! Holy Faith!

♪ We will be true to thee till death

♪ We will be true to thee till death

♪ Faith of our fathers, Mary's prayers

♪ Shall win our country back to thee

♪ And through the truth that comes from God

♪ Our land shall then indeed be free

♪ Faith of our fathers! Holy faith!