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Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in
my memory?

The band are off to Morecambe. Some big
parade tomorrow.

Are you sure you won't pop in? It's just
I've got to have a word with Gina. No,

I'm really tired. Enjoy your pint.

Yeah.

Oh,

is he blighters?

Aye, the good customers.

They get the beer down the neck.

They don't sit and nurse in it all night
like some.

Aye, well, my funds are a bit tight at
the moment. As usual.

Hi, Mike.

Excuse me.

Are you the doctor?

Only, um, I've had an accident.

You're not one of my patients, are you?
What does it matter? I just need someone

to look at my leg.

You should go to hospital.

I can't get very far like this.

All right, you'd better come in.

Got everything in hand for Tom's 21st?

Yep. I've got the sandwiches and that
sorted out, so, uh, we just need to

on the music now.

Great. Look, keep it hush -hush, because
he's got no idea we're organising it.

Don't worry.

So, how's Tricia?

We're working long hours.

I expect she's tucked up in bed by now.

You tripped over, you say?

Yeah, down at Faith.

Fell out a tin can or something. It's a
jagged itch.

You ought to have a tetanus jab, and it
really needs a stitch.

You still should go to hospital.

I will.

I only know your name.

Brian.

Brian Walters.

Which GP are you registered with? I'm
not.

I haven't been living here long.

Thanks.

I don't mind chipping in for his food
and his booze. He's a half -decent lad,

really. Just don't tell him I fed it.

Morning.

Sorry I'm late.

Oh, good. Sarge not on yet, then?

Yes, I am, Nicholson.

I've been for some time.

Sorry, I might have. The reason why...
Armed robbery yesterday in the Midlands.

Wages snatch.

Security guard's been shot.

He's on the critical list.

West Midlands police think an Ashfordly
man may have been involved.

James Arthur Sutton?

Jimmy Sutton?

He's still inside, isn't he?

Got nine months for car theft.

Released last week, apparently.

It's not certain yet he was involved,
but we've been asked as a matter of

urgency to check on his whereabouts.

Boy, he's got family here. Mother, one
brother.

And a wife. Oh, and a baby, I believe,
born whilst he was in prison.

Well, I know where the mother lives. I
can go and check it out if you'd like,

Sergeant. No, Bradley and I'll handle
that. I want you, Pierre, out and about

checking tax debts.

Tax debts.

Division are initiating a drive to clear
up motor vehicle offences.

Start with spot checks on car tax.

I must have done something wrong in a
part of my life.

How do you mean?

I get all the duff jobs and I get
lumbered with you.

Come on.

What's he supposed to have done?

Have you heard from your son since his
release from prison?

No.

I expect now that he's got a prison
record, you'll be after him for every

that's committed.

Do you know if his wife has heard from
Jimmy?

Don't talk to me about her.

Stuck -up little madam.

If your son contacts you, I'd like to be
informed.

Would you?

Well, I'm informing you.

I haven't seen him.

My life's passing me by.

I'm nearly 21.

It'll be all downhill from now. I mean,
where's it all gone?

It don't seem like five minutes, Tower
and Nipper. Don't play on me toy cars.

Hope they were all taxed.

Yeah, right.

That's quite funny.

Hey, it's all right. I'm not going to
hurt you, Darren.

There's nothing much wrong with his
lungs.

He was coughing a lot last night.

Oh, he's just a bit chesty, that's all.

Anyway, Leslie, like I say, should Jimmy
contact you, please let us know.

When he wrote from prison, he was
looking forward to seeing his son.

Jimmy's ever so proud he's a dad.

What's he supposed to have done?

We're not saying he's done anything, but
if he does show up, we'd like a word.

Jimmy promised he'd go straight.

The police wouldn't be here if it wasn't
something serious, would they?

I can't really say.

I'll drop by again to see how he is.

Not one out of eight.

Lower by a lot, aren't they?

What do you expect?

It's our logo.

Oh, hang on.

Here's one.

No.

Oh, it would be.

What? Who is it?

Three jessies.

I need a couple of barrels of your best
bitter in tip -top condition, Blaketon.

All my bitter's in tip -top condition,
my lord. And I'd like you to deliver it.

Set it up, tap it, whatever you do.

Right, I'll check. I've got a spare
barrel.

How many booze up, my lord?

A traditional British lunch for a party
of Americans.

Roast beef, Yorkshire foot, barrel of
best bitter. Sounds very nice.

No, they're not a bad crowd.

Considering they're young, she means.

No, they're a decent lot.

Ex -airman, stationed here during the
war.

They come over once every five years or
so, relive old memories. To support a

business, I always give them a slap up
lunch.

Excuse me, my lord.

Could we have a word?

Speak up, man.

Your car tax is out of date.

And today's headlines again. The gunman
who shot a security guard during a wages

snatch in the Midlands is still being
sought by police throughout the country.

I hunt with your chief constable.

Let's hear what he has to say on the
matter.

And with that, he stormed out the door
and left them, standing there like a

of lemons. Where's that barber, Jill?
I'll get him in. Oh, you're back

I thought you were supposed to be
leading the parade at Morecambe.

No, we're a day late.

The parade were yesterday.

They sent us packing.

Oh, dear.

Well, give us five pints, love.

You know, we're taking time off work,
we've paid for the coach and B &B, and

haven't got a bean to show for it.

Sounds like you're not very well
organised, Squire.

Yeah, listen, our band's great.

We win cups, prizes galore.

People pay good money to hear us play,
when we turn up, that is.

No, it's my missus, you know. She takes
all the bookings, and she's made a big

deal of it, as usual.

Oh, it's not fair on her, George.

What you need is a proper agent to go
about your booking.

Yeah, maybe.

Vernon Scripps.

I have extensive experience in the
managerial and entertainment fields.

Understood.

West Midlands Police have arrested a man
in connection with the robbery.

Carl Taylor, a known associate of
Sutton. They were in a nick together.

Do they still think Jimmy's involved?

Security guard's still too ill to talk.

It's pretty certain Taylor wasn't alone,
so Sutton's still a suspect.

I've checked with both his wife and his
mother's neighbours. Nothing.

Dr. Somerby, Sergeant. She had a wounded
man visit her last night.

There was something not right about him.
I checked and he never went to

hospital. Probably gave me a false name.

And you think it might be Sutton?

Well, hearing you talk to his wife
earlier, I thought I'd better make sure.

Tricia, that Sutton.

Did your man look anything like that?

No. Sorry, this isn't the man who came
to my door.

Well, your guy may have given a false
name for any number of reasons.

Cut his leg jumping out the wrong
bedroom window, maybe.

Anyway, thanks for informing us.

Sorry?

Did you find the phone? Yeah, but we
need to go a little bit longer.

Are you sure nobody saw you?

It's still dark.

Only your face is known round here. I
don't like you taking risks like that.

We needed food, didn't we?

You know our mother won't grass us up.
Of course not.

She'll say nothing.

My mum said the robbery was on the
wireless and on the telly. Well, keep

head down then. That security guard's on
the critical list. If he dies, it's

murder.

Son? I never knew you were tooled up.

Nobody mentioned guns.

I was just supposed to be driving a car.
I wasn't expecting to be involved in a

shooting. Well, you are, like it or not.

They're looking for us everywhere.

How are we going to get out of here?

I know some very smart people. They're
working on it. We'll get away.

I questioned a neighbour yesterday who'd
seen nothing, but this morning before

daylight, the same neighbour saw a man
leaving with a grocery bag.

Could have been Jimmy picking up
supplies.

Reckon it's time to pay Ma Sutton
another visit.

She may as well cover the rear of the
house, you know, in case he's there and

she has to leave around the back. Let's
not go mad.

We don't know for certain the man she
saw was Sutton. We don't even know if he

was definitely in on this robbery.

Registration number here of a car the
robber's possibly used. You two keep

eyes out for that whilst you're checking
tax discs.

Tactics again, Sergeant.

Entirely exciting work, isn't it?

Lots of police work isn't exciting.

On you go.

Division One results.

Stealing cars was Jimmy's game. He's
never got involved with guns before.

Yeah, this could still be a false alarm.

Picture, if you will, my lord, the
scene.

Allow me to paint it, if I may.

Your American guests, having dined on
the finest roast beef of old England.

having mopped up the last of their gravy
with succulent pieces of Yorkshire pud.

Yes, yes, get on with it, Scripture.
Having sucked flagons of good ale,

from the finest Kentish hops.

Scripture, I have got the picture.

Imagine then, if you will, here in this
magnificent room, mellifluous

musical sounds, nostalgic sounds, prize
-winning sounds of the

Ashfordly and Aidensfield, Brass band.

The local brass band?

Any good?

Well, they don't always turn up.

They were late in Morecambe. You see,
George's wife... Thank you, David.

Any good, my lord?

They're prize -winning.

They're the best in the county.

They could blow for England, that lot.

Look, imagine them here.

Playing wartime melodies.

Nostalgic memories.

To bring back the youthful memories in
the brave hearts of our American flyers.

I'm not sure.

Mr Vernon, what's a flagon?

A what?

You said that everyone would be drinking
flagons of ale.

Well, it's a pint pot, only bigger.

Oh, come on, your lordship.

It'll knock those yanks for six.

beer, best beef and a British brass band
by gum.

If Jimmy has been here, we'd be better
all round if you told us.

I know my son.

He won't have nothing to do with guns.

I can understand you wanting to protect
him.

Has he been here?

No.

The band don't require a fee as such,
but they do appreciate a contribution

towards costs.

Transport, upkeep of instruments,
cleaning of uniforms, compensation for

off work, etc.

I don't like the sound of all that.
What's it going to set me back?

Well, they normally charge £40, my lord.

£40? That's a lot of money.

£40? Out of the question.

Yes, as it's you, my lord, I'm sure
they'll do for 30, call it a day. 30

My feelings exactly.

Best brass band in Yorkshire,
entertaining your guests all afternoon

only 30 pounds.

Well, they'd better be damn good,
Scripps.

Jimmy's easily led. He gets into trouble
because of others. We think he may have

visited his mother last night.

She's the reason he's like he is in the
first place.

Arda's nailed that one.

I've always wanted Jimmy to get away
from her. Better himself.

Leslie, if he does show up, it's vital
you let us know.

Seems he cares more about seeing his
mother than his wife and child.

His letters from prison were so full of
love.

Why go to her, not me?

I just dropped by to make sure young
Darren's fighting fit.

All the time I was inside, I thought
about my little lad.

I wanted him to have the chances I never
had. That's why I agreed to drive the

car. In and out, no problem. I'd be set
up, I could get Leslie and the baby

everything they wanted. Now I can't even
risk going to see him.

You are getting on my nerves, pal.

When we're out of here, you're on your
own.

No chance.

A stolen car?

The whole country looking for us. I told
you, I've got people working on it. And

we can pay.

Now shut up!

I was wondering, Alf.

It's my birthday tomorrow.

It's my 21st, actually.

I was just wondering if you fancied a
pint.

Perhaps a game of dominoes or something?

Tomorrow? Sorry, Tom, I can't. I wish I
could.

But Mrs Ventress is getting a
chiropodist round to look at our feet.

The winded security guard has confirmed
two robbers, a third driving the car.

Given we've had one possible sighting of
Sutton, I'd like his wife and his

mother's houses watched tonight.

I don't mind working late, Sergeant.

The most likely place he'll visit is his
mother's again. Bradley, I'd like you

to keep an eye there, please.

Should I do his wife, then? No, I want
an officer with more experience.

Ventrith, you take that.

Sergeant. Come and have a word, you two.

You're treating me like a kid, like I
don't know what I'm doing.

Well, you've proved you're still wet
behind the ears.

How? You've broken the golden rule of
seasoned coppers. Never volunteer.

There isn't a fee as such.

But Lord Ashfordly's such an influential
man, there's bound to be lots of paid

bookings in the future.

No, no, no, monsieur.

Well, these Yanks tomorrow, they're all
wealthy businessmen.

Yanks?

Want us to play for Americans? Oh, aye,
big tippers.

Twenty dollar bills.

Could mean trips to the States, you
know.

I don't like Americans.

And I've had experience during war.

It's a long time ago, George.

Are we on there, aren't we?

No, no, we don't think so.

Look, there's free beer.

And I'll see if I can persuade Lord
Ashfordly to chip in a bit. Say, ten

towards the band's cost.

You said he'd already agreed to pay
thirty.

You said it... 30 pounds!

You know, David, you don't say a lot,
but when you do... There's your barrel.

You mentioned free beer, right?

Aye, loads of it.

Oscar's taking two barrels up. What do
you think?

I'll tell you what.

You'll get me another.

And I'll think about it.

My pleasure.

Come on, David. Make yourself useful.

Get the ale in.

Oh, right, now, uh... Would you like
pints or would you like those, you know,

the bigger thingies? The, er, flag
wands.

Flag wands.

Just get pints, David.

Hey, lads.

Nicked anyone for car tax lately?

What's he so pleased about?

His latest venture.

He's managing the brass band.

Oh, he won't make much running one of
those.

Money's all in pop groups today.

I love brass bands, me.

Me grandad played the flugelhorn.

The what?

Flugelhorn. It's a valved instrument,
similar in range to the cornet.

In descending order of pitch, you have
the cornet, flugelhorn, tenor horn, B

-flat baritone, euphonium, trombone,
bombardin'. Together

they make the finest, most heartwarming
music known to man.

Well, that solves the music problem,
then.

Why don't we book Vernon's brass band
instead?

Why not?

If that's what he likes.

I think...

To know the...

I'm actually a dad.

I've dreamed of this.

The three of us together.

Jimmy, please, call the police. Let's
get this sorted out.

No.

There you go.

There you go.

If that bloke dies, I'm an accessory to
murder.

I'd get six years anyway for armed
robbery.

Give yourself up.

You only drove the car.

You're young. I can wait a few years.

We're getting out of the country.

Terry's arranging it.

Out of the country?

Where?

I don't know yet.

Listen.

That's 200 quid.

I'll send more later.

Look after our baby.

That looks pretty good.

Settled down quite nicely.

Mr. Blaketon, you've bought pipe pots,
but Mr. Verney wanted the flag ones.

Flag ones?

What are you talking about?

Well, they're like the pipe pots, only
they're bigger.

How's it going?

Everything shipped out?

No, we haven't got the flag ones.

David, shut up.

Everything's tickety -boo, my lord.

My lads are all here and raring to play.

Well, the Yanks are off visiting their
old aerodrome at Foxton. They'll be here

directly after that.

Beer looks like it's on good form,
Oscar.

Any chance of a sample?

No chance at all.

We drew a blank last night.

If Sutton was around here, he may have
fled by now.

But I want us to stay vigilant.

Bradley out and about again, talk to the
neighbours, maybe question his wife.

Can't we give a hand, Sarge? Everyone's
to keep their eyes open, but of another

duty for you, Pierre.

Not more tax day for me.

No, but it is a motoring matter.

Parking fines.

We need to chase up a serial non -Pierre
who thinks he can park anywhere and use

the tickets for confetti.

A dozen outstanding fines.

Right. Who is he?

The offending vehicle is registered to
Lord Ashfordly.

Go and sort them out.

Oh, and Tom.

Happy birthday.

Jimmy.

We're on.

We're going to Spain.

Spain?

No, no, I've been thinking about this.
They'll be watching the airports.

There'll be roadblocks everywhere.

They'll have the number plate with you.
No, don't panic, Ian, and listen.

Now, earn your money.

You know this area. We need to find a
safe route to get to this place here.

Yeah, I know that. It's the old
airfield.

That's right.

There's going to be a small plane there
waiting for us. It's going to be out of

here in a couple of hours.

Splendid, yes.

Very smart.

They're in for a treat, my lord.

Oh, that'll be them. Stand by.

Parking fines?

What are you wittering on about parking
fines?

The offending vehicle is definitely
registered to you.

Come on, guys.

File on out.

Hi there.

Is Lordship not around?

He's discussing matters of the estate
with the local constabulary.

I, as his representative pro tem, in
loco parenthesis, as the Greeks say,

welcome you to Ashfordly Hall.

Well, that's real nice. My name's Gene.

Hi. This guy's Glenn.

I've got important guests, can't you
see?

Well, you won't want to embarrass them,
then.

I'll pay the nasty fines.

His Lordship will be with you forthwith,
Gene.

He has pressing matters of a fiscal
nature to attend to. Sure, no problem.

Strike up a tune, Jim.

No need to go over the top.

That bloke said he was called Gene.

Yeah, daft name for a fella, isn't it?

Still, that's yanks for you.

Can I drive?

No.

It is my birthday.

I don't care.

Calm down, Scripps. We need to be honest
with you.

I love the Yanks, mate. You know, my
granddad used to say the only trouble

the Americans during the war was they
were overpaid, oversexed, and over here.

Your grandpa must have been a real funny
guy.

Oh, I hate you lads. You must have had a
cracking time with the local girls in

them days, eh?

Come on, be honest.

All those ciggies, nylons, stockings,
chocolates.

I bet the lasses were eating out of your
hands.

I guess we had our moments.

And why not?

A war on? Each kiss could have been your
laugh, I suppose.

I'd have been with you right all the way
there, lads.

Grab it while you can. That's always
been my motto.

Bottoms up.

Come on, George.

Don't out another.

Let's have the White Cliffs of Dover.

Gene, eh?

Gene Ackerman.

Yeah, come and meet him, my swell mate,
Gene Ackerman, old buddy.

1943, I was in North Africa fighting for
king and country when an American

airman billeted near here, took
advantage of my message.

His name was Gene.

Not a proper bloke's name, I always
thought. Gene.

Yeah, Gene.

Gene Ackerman.

Hey, hold on, George. There was a war
going on.

I've waited a long time to do this.

Swell to meet you, Gene.

Hold it a minute.

What is it?

I thought I saw someone.

Perhaps it's a butcher or something.

Well, go on then.

I'll check it out.

Sergeant, West Midlands Police.

The man they were holding has talked.

The getaway driver was definitely Jimmy
Sutton. Go on. Well, the car that he got

away in was a stolen Ford Zephyr, along
with the actual gunman, Terry Machen.

Now, he's a Londoner and a hard case,
from what I've heard.

CRO was sending over a file. And they
headed to this area? Well, no one's

Machen apparently captured his leg as he
was kicking his way through the door.

Dr. Somerby's mystery patient.

They've been here all right.

Alert the troops. Let's get away from
Mother M for questioning.

Right, Sergeant. All contact division.
We may need backup.

Where's he got to?

I told you I haven't seen him.

Well, you'll have to come down to the
station. I'll get a car for you and the

baby. I don't know anything.

Why don't you leave me alone? Leave us
all alone.

We just want to be a normal family.

Leslie, if you withhold information,
you're committing an offence yourself.

I'd hold him to give himself up.

So he has been here.

I would never have spent it.

I begged him to give himself up.

So where's Jimmy now?

No idea.

He said they were trying to get out of
the country.

Where have they been hiding?

I don't know.

Come on, Leslie, this is very important.
The man he's with is genuinely

dangerous.

In the woods.

Ashfordly Estate. That's all I know.

Yeah, that's definitely him.

Thank you, Doctor.

Sergeant Mike Bradley.

Go ahead, Mike.

Jimmy was with his wife last night.

He and Machen have been hiding in woods
on the Ashfordly estate.

Get up there as soon as you can.

Understood.

Something was at his wife's last night.
What happened? Did you doze off? I'm

sorry, Sergeant. He must have sneaked in
somehow.

Alert Bellamy and Nicholson. Tell them
Bradley's on his way in to link up with

him. Well, they're not responding. I'll
try again.

I'd be grateful if you could stand by,
Doctor.

Machen is armed. He's already shot one
man.

Does Mike know he's got a gun?

Control to Panda One.

Control to Panda One.

Put your hands up.

Hands up!

You're stupid.

Well, this is daft, Jimmy.

There's police all over the woods.

So, uh, why don't you and your pal give
yourselves up?

Well, there's only two of you in the
car. Where's your mate?

He's radioing for assistance.

So why don't you drop the gun?

You don't need this, Terry. Shut it!

Shot a copper.

Well, why didn't you help me? What are
we going to do?

We'll have to take him with us. Come on.

Please, hold it.

Stay back or your mate gets it.

All right, all right.

Stay away.

We're taking him as hostage.

Wait, he's bleeding.

Take me instead.

It's a bad wound, Terry. If he dies,
we've had it.

Yeah, dead hostage is no good.

All right, come over here. Put your
hands up.

Tom, go away.

Let him go.

There's a first aid kit in the car.

Oh, come on. If he goes to the car, he's
just going to radio for help. Well, we

can't take both of them, can we?

Right, he's our insurance.

We won't risk losing one of their own.

Get him.

And I will use this again until you're
lucky to stay away.

I'm getting out of here, pal.

And no one is stopping me.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to Control. Go ahead,
Mike.

The Panda's on the road from Ashfordly
Hall. No sign of Phil and Tom.

It could be up at the house.

I'll take a look.

Come

on,

come on, hurry up!

really very solid.

So am I, Scripps. Gene Ackerman's vice
-president of a big corporation. I do a

lot of business with him.

Yes, well, I'm sure he'll see the fully
side once he's dried out. I should have

learned by now not to have dealings with
you, Scripps.

Well, shall we just knock a tenner off
the expenses? Call it 20 quid.

Speaking of Bellamy and Mickleton, are
they in the hall?

No, they went a while back.

And what's that car doing parked on the
estate road?

No idea.

Phil. Phil.

Take it easy, take it easy.

They've got Tom.

Come on, come on.

It's not like Phil just to go missing.

Delta Alpha 2 -4 to control.

Go ahead, Mike. Ambulance required
urgently on the road through Ashfordly

Estate. Phil's been shot. Tom taken
hostage by Machen and Sutton.

They're in a stolen Ford Zephyr.

Understood, Mike. We'll organise
roadblocks. Assistance on its way.

Let's get to the back roads. We might be
OK.

Well, the plane won't wait to move it.

We haven't a hope.

The whole area will be crawling with
Bobby's ban out.

Shut up!

Any clue where they might have headed?

Okay, Phil, save your energy. We've got
to get him to hospital. Sure.

Where does the track lead?

The back way out of the estate, I think.

All right, take a look.

I'll get back to the station.

If you see anything, contact me and wait
for backup. Understood?

Tom saved his life by changing places.

I know.

Let's hope he doesn't try anything else
heroic.

The earth hill's a couple of miles on,
just over that hill there.

Come on then, let's go.

Cops!

Don't even think about it.

Those cops come anywhere near us, and
you've had it down.

If you try anything else, then you will
end up in one of those.

Move it, Jimmy.

In there.

Far out of sight.

About 20 minutes, I reckon.

You'll never get away with it, you know.
I told you to shut it. There's no need

for that, Terry.

And you can build up as well.

The pilot wants me to check the runway
to clear any obstruction.

So? Hands on your head.

Keep an eye on him.

As he moves, shoot him.

There's no way out, you know.

Even if you get on a plane, they'll
trace you. Not in Spain.

Terry says there's no sedition treated.
They can't touch us.

They'll never make Spain.

Haven't you got a wife and a baby,
Jimmy?

You won't see much of them from Spain.

Look, we'll end this now.

Hand over the gun.

I'll put in a good word for you. Check
the totals.

You check the runway.

And I'll keep baby face company.

How would you do it, Ventress?

If you were a matron, how would you try
and get out of the country?

Oh, tricky.

You'll know their roadblocks.

Ports, airports, stations, they'll all
be watched.

Plenty of cash.

Criminal contacts down south.

Could they help them?

Maybe a private boat.

We're not that far from the coast.

Plenty of quiet spots just there.

Take a fair bit of time to organise and
get a boat up here.

What about air?

How many private airfields in the area?

Not many without patching a roadblock.

We'll get division to alert them anyway,
even though it is a long shot, I

suppose.

Hang on.

They're at the Ashfordly estate.

Lord Ashfordly gave a lunch party today
for a group of Second World War airmen.

They used to fly out of Fox and
Aerodrome.

Oh, it's disused now.

But the runway's still there, and it's
not that many miles away.

Now, that's definitely possible.

Good thinking, Ventress. Let's hope
you're right. I'll get over there. Call

Bradley and alert Division.

We'll need firearms officers.

Control to Delta Alpha 2 -4.

Right, Alf. I'm on my way.

Security guards pulling through.

Nobody's facing murder.

I'll testify you're treating me well.

Don't lie on my behalf, Cobber.

Listen.

Move!

Can you see us?

Checking it's safe. Now be ready. Go on,
hang around.

The plane will come round again.

Land next time, I guess.

Where are those firearms, Officer
Spenter?

On their way, Sarge. With you very soon.

If we approach the hangar...

The pilot will spot him if he won't
land.

Who will make him react to that?

Well, according to Philly, he's very
dangerous. He'll probably shoot his way

out. Can't rush Nicholson.

Where's that backup?

Cop. We've had it. Give yourselves up.
That's why we've got you.

What do you think they're doing,
charging in like that?

Get back!

When he gets it, I mean it!

They're going to show us! Get those guns
down!

Do nothing to risk the safety of my
officer!

Right, this is your big moment. You tell
your mates to stay put while we get on

the plane.

Don't worry about me!

Don't let him get away! I can't risk his
life.

Especially in this light.

It's all right, Machen.

We can see the position.

We're not going to shoot.

The land is gone!

Roy, what did I tell you? Get them out
of your boat.

The plane's quite small.

They'll release Tom once they're aboard.

We'll let the air traffic authorities
deal with us once they're away.

This is no good, Charlie. It's just the
two of us. We both can't get on. Oh

dear, what a shame.

You've set this up.

You've used me!

Goodbye, Jimmy!

No! Don't shoot him!

Ha! Hold it in! Whoa!

Don't even think about it! Stop it!

Tom!

My gin!

Oh, God, no.

first duty of a policeman is the
protection of life.

Tom paid the ultimate price for carrying
out that duty.

His selfless action protected the lives
of others,

including my own.

He was tragically struck down on the
very day he came of age.

That day Tom came of age in every sense.

He proved himself a man.

A man his colleagues are fiercely proud
and privileged

to have known.

Tom took great pleasure in the music of
Brass Band.

Join together now as they lead us in his
favorite hymn.